#LOVE the harmonizing sm

[goldennika]

The rest of the world was black and white But we were in screaming color

[vi0l3tluvsu]

Jimmy Darling Headcanons!

SFW!

-> He never learned how to properly read and instead just sounds out the letters until it forms what could be a word

-> As a kid he really thought he was going to make it into the professional music industry

-> Uses his hands as chopsticks

-> Cannot read sheet music but can learn through listening

-> Makes dinner at least twice a week for everyone

-> Jimmy wears two layers of clothes at all times, not because he's a naturally cold person but due to a fear of staining one layer so having another as back up

-> Didn't know anything was wrong with him until he got older and people ridiculed him for his looks

-> Biggest Elvis Presly fan in the world

-> Loves cold weather because it means he can wear gloves

-> Would misuse slang but in a very unironic way and smile afterwards

-> Prefers tea to coffee but if asked would always say coffee

[lostreverb]

as it's officially violet and tate month i'd like to let the fandom know that pinkpantheress wrote her song ophelia about them?!

[osmopi]

Violet harmon moodboard °•○☆

[original-punks]

AHS: Apocalypse | Ryan Murphy | 2018 dir, Bradley Buecker

Return to Murder House | S08 EP06

[radaverse]

finally

😈

(Context)

[al-lewinsky]

This is what heaven looks like to me.

[emomanswhore]

https://youtu.be/DnsxdIDDWv0

this video from one of my favorite youtubers was uploaded and it made me think of you, pookie!!

WAAAHHHHHH (｡˘﹏˘｡) OMG ??? HELLO ????

ugh i could really fall to my knees n start crying rn T^T first of all— the fact that it’s coming from one of your fave youtubers. and THEN, it’s something as beautiful as that ?? n it made you think of me 🥹🤍🤍🤍 stooppppppp im gonna sob w real tears. i.l.y.s.m. LOVE YOU TO BITS. thank you for sending me this, pretty angel (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )♡!! you literally just made my entire morning, ughn. you’re so stinkin cute, evy

[toksikk]

❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic - it's the only time i have any fun. ❞ ( from the various sentence prompts - for bj and violet!! because i missed them!!! )

"Well thats lie. You have fun with me all the time." Violet said, lighting the end of the cigarette in her hands. She glanced up toward the window behind her where her dad was having a session with some client. "He can help everyone else but his own family." She shook her head, annoyed with the whole situation. "Come on. I dont feel like listening to him." She hopped up and headed inside to go smoke in the basement. She flopped down against the wall, picking up a rubber ball off the floor and rolled it into the dark of the basement. " Hey, why did i hear you and Tate talking last night?" Violet questioned. She had been ignoring Tate for weeks now even though it hurt but she couldnt do it anymore.

[harryssyndrome]

Kiwi baby! | h.s 🥝

Summery: Harry’s wife surprises him during Kiwi with the best news ever.

Word count: 3.2k || Masterlist 🍉🍓❤️

The gif and the ai image are both mine! Don’t you dare steal it! I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO USE EITHER OF THEM OR STEAL MY WORK!!!

On a kind note, I hope you enjoy reading!!! I love this one-shot sm <333 I couldn’t wait to write it the whole night ever since I got the idea. This is probably my most favorite piece of work ever. I guess I’ll make this a part of ‘Our Little World: Documentary series’. REQUEST ARE OPEN! 🌊

Posted on: November 24th, 2024. (IST)

Tag-list: @angeldavis777 @fruity-harry || TAGLIST OPEN 💌

The evening sky above the stadium was painted in deep shades of purple, and the crowd beneath it surged with energy, every soul gathered to see him perform. Harry Styles was in his element, bathed in bright lights, his smile as wide as the stage itself, his voice carrying through the open air. The music was loud, vibrant, and electric—Kiwi blasting through the speakers as Harry moved across the stage, every step laced with the confidence and excitement that only live performances could stir.

His outfit tonight was nothing short of breathtaking—a red and black Gucci harlequin-patterned suit that shimmered under the lights, accentuating his every movement. The slickness of his hair, now a little longer than usual, fell just enough to brush his forehead as he swung his body to the rhythm of the song. Fans were ecstatic, their voices harmonizing with his in perfect unity, shouting the words to Kiwi as if their very existence depended on it.

The crowd threw water at him, a playful and typical reaction to the intense heat of the show. Harry, ever the entertainer, caught one of the bottles and used it to douse them back with a mischievous grin. The energy was alive in a way only concerts could make him feel. He laughed along with his fans, feeling that familiar thrill that had kept him addicted to this life—the adoration of strangers, the pulse of the music, and the sheer joy of performing.

But amidst the buzz of lights, the sweat dripping from his skin, and the joy in the air, there was a quiet thought that kept tugging at him. YN. His wife. She wasn’t in the VIP stand like usual. He could always rely on her to be there, her smile always radiating at him from the crowd, her presence a constant comfort. But tonight, the spot where she always stood was empty. The concern he tried to shake off kept creeping into his mind, distracting him in the back of his head, even as his heart continued to race with excitement from the show.

He couldn’t help but glance over to the section where she usually sat, hoping to catch a glimpse of her face, knowing it would soothe the small, gnawing worry he felt. But the space remained empty.

His foot tapped the beat of the song beneath him, trying to focus on the crowd once more. He tossed the water bottle at the fans, his fingers brushing the cold plastic. The adrenaline kept him high, kept him in the moment, but his gaze drifted again.

Where was she?

YN had been a little quieter than usual in the past few days. He hadn’t pushed for any answers, but now he found himself wondering if something was wrong. Maybe she was feeling unwell. Maybe she just wanted to have a quiet night in. Still, the thought of not seeing her there tonight gnawed at him.

His voice still rang out with the words of the song, but his mind was divided between the stage and the empty stand. He kept looking—one eye on the crowd, the other scanning for her. And just as his next verse was coming up, he saw it.

There she was.

Right in the front row—so close to the barricade, she was almost on the stage.

His breath caught in his throat.

She wasn’t in the VIP section. No, she was right there. In the heart of the crowd. The waves of people parted like the Red Sea for her, and there she stood—holding a sign. Her figure illuminated by the stage lights, her long hair falling in waves over her shoulders, a look of pure joy and love in her eyes.

For a moment, everything else fell away—the music, the fans, the lights—all of it was distant. Harry couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of her. The sign she held was simple, but to him, it was everything.

“I’m having your baby” it read, scrawled across a bright poster board in bold, handwritten letters.

He froze. His heart nearly stopped.

She’s pregnant.

He blinked, thinking he must be imagining it, but no—she was smiling at him now, holding up the sign for him to see, her eyes locked on his. There was no mistaking it. YN—his wife—was carrying their baby.

Harry’s pulse raced as the flood of emotions hit him. His heart thudded against his chest like it wanted to burst free. The happiness, the disbelief, the excitement—it all rushed through him like a tidal wave, and for a moment, the world seemed to tilt beneath his feet.

He had wanted this. He had dreamed of this. Of being a father. Of having a child with YN. They had talked about it before, casually, in quiet moments after dinner, while walking through the park, in bed at night. But it had never been a “right now” kind of conversation. They had agreed that when it happened, it happened. And now… it had happened.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and his throat tightened. The emotions, overwhelming and beautiful, blurred his vision, but all he could do was stand there on the stage, dumbstruck by the sight of his wife, her belly now holding the future they had always dreamed of.

In a rush of pure joy, Harry stumbled forward, intent on reaching her, to hold her, to kiss her, to tell her how much he loved her. But as he took a step toward her, he didn’t see the puddle of water gathering at the edge of the stage, a result of the fans tossing their bottles earlier.

And then, it happened.

His foot slipped.

There was a split second of disbelief before Harry lost his footing completely, crashing down to the stage in an ungraceful heap. The crowd gasped collectively, their moment of joy paused in shock. But Harry, ever the professional, couldn’t help but laugh at himself. His laughter echoed through the microphone as he quickly scrambled to his feet, dusting himself off.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, still chuckling as he shook off the fall. The fans laughed along with him, the tension breaking as they cheered even louder, impressed by his quick recovery. Harry took a deep breath, regaining his balance and composure. He grabbed the microphone again, still laughing, and gave the crowd a playful wink.

“You okay, Harry?” someone from the crew called out, teasing him from the side.

“Yeah, I’m good! Just a little slippery, that’s all!” Harry replied, still grinning.

His gaze immediately returned to YN. She was still standing at the barricade, her sign still held high, her face alight with joy, her smile as radiant as the sun. It was in that moment that Harry realized he couldn’t wait any longer. The song was still playing behind him, the familiar rhythm pulsing through his body, but he couldn’t focus on the lyrics anymore. Not with the overwhelming emotions flooding his heart.

He took a step forward, slowly walking toward the edge of the stage, his eyes still locked on YN, who was holding his gaze with the same intensity. With each step, his heart pounded harder in his chest.

And before he even knew it, his knees buckled beneath him, and Harry collapsed to the stage once more, but this time, it was with pure emotion.

He covered his face with his hands, unable to contain the tears that had begun to fall freely down his cheeks. After a few moments, Harry wiped his eyes, clearing the tears away as he stood up once more. His voice was thick with emotion when he spoke into the mic, his words trembling with happiness:

“My wife is having my baby!” he shouted, his voice trembling. “It’s all my business!”

The crowd erupted in pure, ecstatic noise, the roar of the fans filling the stadium as Harry remained on his knees, the overwhelming weight of the moment too much to bear. His chest was heaving, his body shaking as the reality of the news consumed him.

“Is that real?” a fan shouted.

“Yes, it’s real!” Harry replied, laughing through his tears. “I’m going to be a dad! A dad!” He repeated the words as if he needed to hear them again, the joy overwhelming every part of him.

The fans roared in approval, the noise a chaotic symphony of celebration. But Harry didn’t care about any of that now. He didn’t care about the performance or the crowd or the cameras recording every moment. All he could think about was YN.

His mind was consumed by thoughts of the future—the life they would build together, the family they would raise. He quickly stood to his feet, wiping his eyes, and glanced once more at YN.

Without another moment’s hesitation, Harry dropped the mic to the stage and sprinted toward the barricade, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Harry could feel the heat of the stage lights burning against his skin, but they didn’t matter. The noise of the crowd was deafening, but it was like a distant hum. His heart was the loudest thing he could hear, thrumming in his chest, pumping through his veins with an almost frantic rhythm. His legs carried him toward YN like they had a mind of their own. He was driven by a force he couldn’t describe, propelled by the overwhelming joy of the moment.

Fans parted for him as he made his way to the front of the stage, their cheers rising to a fever pitch as they realized what was happening. Harry didn’t hear their excitement—he only heard the steady beat of his heart, louder now than the music, than anything else in the world.

YN. His wife. The love of his life. The mother of his child.

As he approached the barricades, YN’s smile never wavered. She was grinning from ear to ear, her eyes shining with excitement, her hand placed lovingly over her flat belly. As soon as Harry reached her, he lifted her into his arms, spinning her around in a joyous embrace, laughing like a child. The crowd cheered even louder, their love for Harry and YN growing with every passing second.

She had always known that he wanted this more than anything. They both had. But now it was real. She was carrying their baby, and everything about their lives was about to change.

“YNN…” Harry’s voice caught in his throat as he reached her. He placed her back on the ground, eyes never leaving hers. She was glowing—absolutely radiant in the soft light of the stage, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh as his arms reached out to her, pulling her into a tight embrace. The crowd cheered louder, but Harry only had eyes for YN, holding her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his.

“I love you,” Harry whispered into her ear, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you so much. I can’t believe we’re going to be parents.”

YN pulled back slightly to look at him, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the erratic beat of his heart under her fingers. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, her smile wide and full of joy, matching his own. “I know. I can’t believe it either,” she whispered, voice trembling just slightly. “I wanted to tell you in the cutest way possible, but you’ve already made it the most unforgettable moment of my life.”

Harry’s breath caught again, a lump forming in his throat as he looked down at her belly, still so small but already holding the life they had created together. His hands rested gently on her sides as he crouched down slightly, his eyes never leaving her. He placed his lips softly on her stomach, his kiss a promise—a vow. The fans around them cheered again, but this time, it was just background noise to Harry.

“I’m going to be the best dad for you,” Harry muttered against her belly, his voice filled with awe. “I promise.”

YN’s fingers threaded through his hair as she smiled down at him, her heart swelling with love. “I know you will be. I’ve always known,” she whispered, her voice full of faith and affection.

“You’re going to be the best dad our baby could ever ask for.”

As Harry pulled back from the kiss, he stood to his full height and stared at YN, his hands still resting on her waist, his expression filled with wonder. His lips curled into a grin, and he couldn’t resist pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before meeting her eyes once more.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad,” he repeated, his voice thick with emotion, as if the words didn’t fully make sense to him yet. But the more he said them, the more real it became. “You and me. We’re going to have a little baby.”

YN’s eyes sparkled, the tears now freely falling down her cheeks. She looked at him with a mix of love, gratitude, and joy. She reached up to touch his face, her thumb brushing gently against the stubble on his jaw. “It’s happening, Harry,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s happening.”

Harry smiled wider, and without thinking, he reached down, cupping her face with both hands. He kissed her then—slow, gentle, tender—a kiss that held all of his joy, his love, his gratitude, his hope for their future. This was more than a kiss; it was a promise, a symbol of everything they were about to become. Harry pulled away slowly, his forehead resting against hers as they both tried to catch their breath.

“I can’t wait,” Harry murmured, his lips still grazing hers as he spoke. “I can’t wait to hold our baby. To be there for you. For everything.”

The love in his voice was enough to make YN’s heart swell to bursting. He kissed her again, softer this time, and then looked back at the crowd.

Harry wrapped her in a tight hug, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around again as he laughed.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

YN laughed, her fingers threading through his damp curls. “I love you too. Always.”

Harry set her down gently, his hands never leaving her as he looked into her eyes. “You’re my everything, YNN. You and this baby—you’re everything.”

Tears slid down YN’s cheeks, and she nodded, her heart full. “And you’re ours.”

Harry dropped to his knees once more, pressing his lips to her stomach in a gesture so tender it made YN’s breath catch.

“Thank you for making my life so much beautiful,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “I’ll love this baby with everything I’ve got. And I’ll love you even more.”

YN’s hands rested on his shoulders, her fingers squeezing gently. “You already are, Harry.”

The evening continued around them, but for Harry and YN, time seemed to slow. The music had become a distant hum, the chatter of the fans a soft murmur in the background. All that mattered was each other.

As they stood at the barricades, Harry reached up to take YN’s hand in his, squeezing it gently. He leaned in once more, pressing a kiss to her lips, soft and slow, as if savoring every moment, every sensation. His heart felt full to bursting. He had everything he had ever wanted—YN, their love, and now, the promise of their baby.

He felt as if his entire life had led up to this point—this single, beautiful moment. The rush of emotions from earlier hadn’t yet subsided, but now there was a calmness in him, a peace. He smiled as he looked down at YN’s hand in his, then back into her eyes.

“I know we’ve been through so much already,” Harry said quietly, his voice full of emotion. “But I feel like the best part of our journey is just beginning.”

YN nodded, her smile soft and full of love. “I feel the same way.”

Harry squeezed her hand once more, then stepped back slightly, turning his attention back to the crowd. “I’m going to be a dad,” he said out loud, his voice full of awe and happiness. He turned to face the audience, the microphone still lying on the stage. “Everyone, this is the best moment of my life,” he said, his voice carrying the emotion of the words. “My wife, YN, is having my baby.”

The moment was surreal. The fans were still screaming, the cameras still rolling, but none of it mattered. For Harry, nothing would ever top this moment. It wasn’t just another performance or another stage—it was the night his greatest dream began to come true.

As they stood there together, the crowd began to chant, “Baby Styles! Baby Styles!”

Harry threw his head back in laughter, turning to wave at the audience. “You lot are mad!” he called out, but his face said it all—he was over the moon.

The crowd continued on cheering wildly, but Harry’s focus was on the woman in front of him. She was glowing, every inch of her radiating love and joy, and he couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man alive.

He leaned in to kiss her once more, this time a gentle, loving kiss on her lips. He felt everything he had ever hoped for in that kiss—his future, his family, and the love of his life, all wrapped up in one perfect moment.

As the kiss ended, he pulled back, his forehead resting against hers. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too,” YN whispered back.

They stood there for a moment longer, the world around them continuing on, but nothing mattered now but each other, and the new life they were about to bring into the world. Together.

The fans’ cheers faded into the background as Harry held YN’s hand tightly, the two of them standing side by side, facing the future with all the love and hope that their hearts could hold.

Harry stood up and kissed her again, his heart still racing, his mind still in a daze, but in the best way possible. His dream of being a dad was coming true, and no matter what came next, he knew he had everything he ever needed right here, in this moment. He knew one thing for sure: their love was only just beginning

And with that, Harry Styles was no longer just a rock star on stage—he was going to be a dad, and that was the greatest role he’d ever play.

[y13evie]

Hi so I saw that you are open to write for house md and I'd like to ask for a chase fic. Like reader is house's kid and either works at the hospital too or gets admitted there but also knows chase and is in a relationship with him. Plot can be fluffy, smutty and/ or angsty I don't really care but I'd like to know how house would react if he sees them interact etc.

Idk if you see this or like the idea but I wish you the best and I really like your fics

hiiiiii anon!! i love this idea sm and i LOVE ROBERT CHASE WITH MY WHOLE HEARTT. dad house is so sweet and cutesy. i tried my best for u

tags: robert chase x houses kid! reader, one use of y/n, house is stubborn but loves u, just fluff

this is embarrassing. never in your twenty-five years of life would you imagine yourself in the hospital that both your father and boyfriend work at. yet here you are, with a 4 cm laceration on your right hand. the triage nurse had just sent you off and notified you that a doctor will be with you shortly. from your room window you could see dr foreman patting a familiar face on the back, probably saying something along the lines of “this case is yours bud”.

as soon as chase read the report he hurriedly rushed into your room. you shot him a sheepish grin and lifted up your hand to reveal the gash.

“my god, y/n”, he sat down next to you and took your hand gently into his gloved one and inspected the wound. he looked up at you, as if asking for an explanation.

“maybe i shouldn’t garden alone. i picked up this clay pot. the way it was sitting had been bothering me for a couple days now. i’m guess i’m not as strong as i thought i was because i dropped it and as it shattered, it cut me up pretty good.”

chase sighed at your stubbornness, something that had drawn him into you since early in your relationship. he took one of his gloves off and gently stroked your hair. he rambled on about how you should really be more careful and call him if you needed anything too laboring done. you weren’t listening. you were staring into those blue eyes. you weren’t into all that cheesy romance stuff but god, those eyes are stunning. your moment was quickly put to an end when harsh tapping could be heard from outside your window. you knew that sound from anywhere.

“you decided to be the one to doctor on MY kid”

house, or dad as you call him, hastily shuffles into your room and gives you both a judgemental look. robert rolls his eyes,

“foreman gave me the case first, i'm just doin’ my job”.

house hobbles over to check your vitals even though it’s a minor issue compared to what they deal with on a daily basis. you know your dad loves you and cares but he’s not the best at verbally expressing it. you knew he would probably just sit there and observe, so you turn back around to your extremely, worried boyfriend.

“soooo” you drag out the ‘oh’ sound, to show him you’re not worried. “whatcha doin after work handsome?”. chase runs a hand through his blonde hair and lets out a long, exasperated sigh.

“i was planning to go on a cute and sweet date with you, but instead i’m gonna be dr. chase for another 12 hours”.

he sounded tired but you knew he was more than happy to care for his darling. just as you two were planning out your evening, your father and robert’s pagers began harmonizing. chase gives a quick but passionate kids to your temple. house makes his gag be known, sticking a finger in his mouth for dramatic effect.

your dad lingers in the room for a moment, giving your shoulder a squeeze. it’s still gonna take time for him to adjust to the fact his child is dating his co-worker. but you’re not his little baby anymore and he knows it.

when he heads out his parting words are,

“i’ll have someone stitch you up kid, stay put”.

you lean back in the bed and continue to add pressure to your wounded hand. a few minutes pass and your sweet boyfriend stops by again. and takes a seat at the stool beside your bed. he has the tools to stitch up your hand. to distract you from the pain, chase sparks a conversation.

“your old man..” he chews the inside of his cheek. you know exactly what he’s gonna ask. “does he like me? and not as a co-worker. does he think i’m a good fit for his kid?”. your heart sank at the thought of robert thinking he’s not enough. truth is, your dad did like him. though he would never admit it, the fact robert makes you happy, makes your dad happy. he’s real bad at showing it, but you know it’s true.

“he’s a grump, chase. he likes you. he might never admit it. but the fact he hasn’t beaten you to death with that cane of his really says something.”. you can tell your reassurance helped. you loved robert, and he loved you too. before you knew it the stitches were finished. he pulled out a sling from a cabinet so you won’t irritate the stitches too much.

“hey, i’ll get your discharge papers. we’ll have you out of here soon”.

chase pressed a kiss to your lips this time, and he stayed there for a minute. hand on your jaw to keep you steady. you moved your lips in unison, running your free hand through his hair. a sharp pain stabbed your hand and caused you to pulled away and gasp. he reminded you to take some pain medication once home.

before he headed out the door, robert whips around and sternly demands,

“i don’t ever wanna see you in here again.”

[iheartgirlzn]

Hello can you do a Percy Jackson reader when Tyson ask Percy Annabeth and the reader if the thzr the reader and Percy is together ? But he is completely shameless because well he is Tyson and the reader and Percy are both oblivious please

OBLIVIOUSLY IN LOVE

pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

warning(s): potential spoilers - mention of zöe nightshade, ooc annabeth ?, very short blurb, basically just reader and percy being clueless ♡

🔥 notes: OH EM GEE! MY FIRST REQUEST? ANYWAYS, HOPEFULLY I GOT THIS RIGHT! i tyson sm he’s so silly! (and sorry this took a whilee!)

the three demigods, plus one friendly cyclops, sat around hestia’s hearth, happy chatting to each other with cabin 7’s angelic voices singing harmonically in the background. the night air was cool, and the sky was free of fog, leaving a clear view of stars, making zöe’s constellation visible.

percy and y/n sat knee-to-knee, giggling at chatting with each other.

tyson watched curiously, he was happy that percy had started dating someone, he was just confused why his brother wouldn’t tell him. of course, he couldn’t be a 100% sure they were together, so he decided to ask annabeth instead.

“are brother and y/n dating?” he whispered loudly, attracting the attention of all 3 half-bloods.

annabeth’s eyes widened, freezing and turning to look at tyson with a hysterical look on her face. “wha-what was that?” she stuttered, struggling to keep down her laugh.

“are they.. you know, dating?” tyson repeated, stage-whispering.

annabeth burst into laughter, and percy and y/n sat there frozen in shock with flustered looks on their faces. they slowly scooted away from each other, avoiding eye contact while turning pink.

“why would, uh, you think that bud?” percy asked, his voice cracking embarrassingly. he cleared his throat. “we’re not- we’re not together. haha, nope, no sir!”

y/n nodded aggressively, her eyes wide as if trying to shoot laser beams out of them, super-man style. “yeah- hah, what percy said! we aren’t like that!”

tyson tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. “huh? but you act like a couple.”

annabeth continued wheezing, crying from laughing so hard, while percy and y/n turned more red, if possible.

“i-i’m going to bed!” y/n shot out of her seat, and walked away from the campfire a blushing mess.

the sons’ of poseidon watched her walk away, tyson confused, percy embarrassed, and annabeth struggling to breathe in her chair.

‘stupid tyson!’ y/n mentally grumbled. ‘i’d never like him like that!’

for the rest of the night, y/n’s thoughts were filled with percy and tyson’s comment. ‘that’s silly.’ she kept telling herself. ‘just.. just silly.’

[evvyyypeters-fics]

Cigarettes Off the Rooftop

Alive!Violet Harmon x f!reader

Warnings! Smut, porn w/ plot, cigarettes, allusions to Murder House plot, Violet and reader are 18+, semi-public sex, f!ngering, make-outs, semi-proofread, Katy Perry references because I had to ok—

My first full fic after a while! I actually love Violet sm. Depending on how well this is received, I might do more of these (omgilovekissinggirlsilovegirlsomgwlwcore)

The air in Katy Perry’s green grass city was surprisingly chill tonight, the breeze fluttered softly through my hair, and the smell of rain dampening the ground around me filled my senses.

“Pass me that, would you?” She rings out beside me, turning my head, I see a pale, small hand reach out for the half-burnt cigarette hanging from between my lips. Finishing the drag, I pull it between my two fingers and pass it to the girl beside me.

A few months ago, on a whim through my trip in California looking for a college, I met a strange grunge girl whose name was so fitting for such a beautiful, somber flower. I had decided to settle for a university in the area with the degree I was looking for, just so I could be near her. And it was just my luck that we ended up in the same school, coincidentally.

Now we’re practically inseparable, we’ve even started considering renting a place together in some dingy shopping strip, which is the perfect aesthetic for her Tumblr girl vibes. After a session of searching for a place, here we sit on the rooftop of a dingy old building, overlooking the city lights, and people watching. Whilst sharing a random cigarette from my pocket, and a pair of headphones blasting Morrissey, TV Girl and Cigarettes After Sex from her ipod. Occasionally some Ethel Cain too that I had introduced her to, which was met with enthusiasm.

Violet Harmon is a strange and wild girl, but despite that, there is something that draws me so close to her. We’re like magnets, polar opposites, and yet we always find a way to stick together. I guess that’s why I fell in love with her so easily.

“Oh, this bridge is my favorite!” She chirps excitedly, staring down at the ipod for a moment to catch the song as the chorus rises through the wired earbuds. My gaze quickly flicks back to the girl beside me, but I can barely focus on the song blasting in my ear when I catch a glimpse of her dirty blonde hair resting over her shoulders, her brown eyes all highlighted by the warm twinkling of the city draped by night. I watched the flaming glow of the cigarette floating before her lips, before drifting away as an invisible cloud of smoke rises and hazes over her features that I trace.

She was alluring and mysterious, despite knowing her for a few months, there was so much I didn’t know about her. I could feel it, and it wasn’t even as if she was hiding it. It was a part of her that just existed, and all I had to do was ask the right questions, but something about it felt wrong. I didn’t want to ruin the mystery of the beautiful girl in front of me, I trusted that eventually, I would know. I would know it all and when I did, I would love her even more.

My gaze ended on her bright lips, pink as a strawberry (and probably tasted like one too–). Eventually she noticed my wandering eyes and she pulled from watching the street below our dangling feet to my stricken gaze that was drinking her in silently.

“Is there something on my face?” She asks, smirking as she takes another drag of the cigarette, the flame growing and crackling as she pulls it in.

My face becomes quickly flush with embarrassment at her comment, realizing how long I had been staring mindlessly at her.

“N-No, nothing. Sorry.” I stutter out and flick my gaze away from her quickly and onto a building from farther away.

“Geez, I’m just joking, relax a little would you? I don’t mind.” She says, holding the cigarette back out to me between her fingers. “Here, take another drag, you need it.” She nods to me, and I comply, taking a slow drag of the cigarette and savoring its black coffee flavor in my mouth before expelling it slowly into the air in front of me.

Now I could feel her eyes on me, watching me as I took the puff. It made my stomach stir and flutter, feeling those bright, warm colored irises glued onto me, the prospect of them possibly admiring me sent my mind into a frenzy.

“Though, why do you stare at me so much?” She breaks the crisp silence with a more sultry tone, her torso turning closer towards me and making my heart strike with one loud beat that radiates through my entire body. “And you can’t say you don’t, because I notice, all the time–actually.” My heart practically sinks into my chest and nestles, wanting to hide itself.

“It’s just–I..” Choking the words that are filling my head frantically at a 100 miles per hour, not sure of which ones to say, or how to make sense of them. “You’re just really pretty, and I–” My eyes flickering around her finally land back onto her face and see she’s staring at me intensely with a curious, pondering look that makes her eyes look almost hungry and my whole body begins to pound with the rush of my blood.

I pause for a moment, and to my surprise, she takes the moment to carefully lunge forward and press a searing kiss to my lips. Strawberries, just like I thought. Mixed with a strong hint of the cigarette we had been sharing. It was nirvana, kissing her. Her hand reached up and held my face gently and I felt her slender fingers slide under my jawline and hold me in place. The almost burnt cigarette drops off the roof and onto the pavement of the sidewalk, letting out a final crackle before becoming trash. After a few seconds of being stunned into place, I melt into the kiss and press back into her and I can almost feel her smile when she notices the relaxation of my muscles.

I had never imagined in a million years that I would make out with my best friend, Violet Harmon, on the rooftop of some dingy old apartment building. But here I was, pulled off the edge, my legs intertwined with hers as we mutually shoved our tongues down each other’s throats. The smell of her perfume and hair wash filled my nose, the taste of her chapstick and cigarettes, it was all better than my wildest dreams, overbearing and real. I had never even considered that Violet was into girls like that, especially me. But I was proven quickly wrong, especially when her hand slid down from behind my neck, over my shoulder and rested on the small of my back, where she pulled me closer. A tighter grip on under my jaw with her other hand to guide me before her fingers traced my thigh and danced up under my skirt, causing a shaking breath to slip from between my lips. She smirked into the kiss before biting my bottom lip, pressing a soft kiss to make up for the cheeky bite.

Her fingers quickly found the damp fabric of my panties from under my skirt, my hips rolling into them as soon as I felt the warm press. She was just as eager as me, because she wasted no time to slide them halfway down my thighs before testing my swollen clit with small, gentle circles. Our kisses became more hot and passionate, hungry as we ate each other’s face, her other hand still gripping firmly between my face and my neck as I ground my hips into her hand, her hands now slick and sticky with my arousal.

A small moan passes from my lips and into her mouth when she slides in a digit, curling the finger around to find the spongy spot of heaven before dipping in another, her fingers massaging the gummy flesh with precision and purpose as she practically coaxed an orgasm out of me. For someone I had thought was completely straight and pretty virginal, she had quite the experience. But I chalked it up to: personal practice. Regardless, I was blissed out. The hungry kisses that had trailed down from my lips to my face, to my neck–sloppy and wet, to the warm press and massage of her fingers teasing my clenching, pulsing walls and puffy clit, I was truly in heaven.

It didn’t take much longer for a warm gush of come to spurt onto the concrete building beneath us, and the soft flesh of her hand. She placed an endearing and proud kiss on my cheek as she slid away her hand and licked my taste off her fingers, her eyes boring into mine with that fiery gaze I love so much.

Katy Perry was right, California girls really are, unforgettable.

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Word Count: 1014 A/N: yeah we're going to the singing bits yaaaay. just imagine her voice trying to meld into his and creating this like light airy but enchanting sound on top of his deep and dark tone. cuz yes we love blending and harmonizing in this family. also also alastor will be in bold and miledy in italics and both will be like this for the song. enjoyyyyy (thank you sm transcribers of the wiki id actually die if encoded all of that gshdajsdg)

“This is such a nice day,” I hummed enjoying my tea while Alastor sat opposite of me reading the paper with his coffee and enjoyed the mundane moment together.

Until it wasn’t, as a rocket launches below us. “Come show yourself, Alastor! Come face—oh, there you are. Face my wrath!”

“Who are you?” he jeers enjoying getting on his nerves while I smiled at the two. Al clearly doesn’t dislike him but instead enjoys toying with him, he doesn’t completely shut him down unlike an unpleasant certain someone. I actually find Sir Pentious quite cute how he tries to size Alastor up despite failing several times but he’s got guts I give him that.

“Who am I? Who am I? I am the great Sir Pentious! Inventor! Architect of Destruction! Villain extraodinare!” He announces while the both of us slide within Al’s shadow and appear in front of Charlie and the others.

“Ooh! He’s a bad boy!” Nifty calls as she appears on top of Al’s shoulder.

He takes Nifty and places her in my arms and replies, “Ha, well if all that's true, you'd think I'd have heard of you.”

“I attacked you literally last week,” Sir Pentious replies, only for Alastor to cock his head, “We've done battle, like... 20 times.”

 “Well, you must have been really bad at this,” he teases putting his cane down.

“Silence! Now cower! For when I've ssslain you, the almighty Vees will finally acknowledge me as their equal.”

“Ooh! Wait, who are the Vees?” Nifty asks while in my arms.

“Oh, nobody important,” both Al and I respond giving each other a knowing look.

While Al kept beating up the poor lad, I turn my eyes on the drone in the sky noticing the familiar logo on it. A devious smile creeps on my face as I place Nifty on the ground and shot it down with a lance made of water. It falls with a crash conveniently landing on my feet. I crushed it under my heel before turning back to the group.

“Thanks for another forgettable experience,” Al says pleased with himself while he leans on his cane looking down at Sir Pentious.

“Thank you...” he pauses before tearing off a piece of his tailcoat, “for letting your guard down!

“Oh, deer,” I mutter, wide eyed as I watched Al transform into his demon form and makes an explosion that causes the snake to fly off to the distance.

“Well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor! Best of luck, chums,” he announces, taking me with him.

“Wait, you're LEAVING?! Alastor! We need your help! We need you to do your job,” Vaggie yells gesturing to the hotel.

“We need a wall,” Angel deadpans pointing at the broken wall.

“Of course! Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?!” he exclaims.

With a snap of his fingers his shadows appear with building equipment. He turns away from the group and takes us to the pentagram. We enjoy a little stroll before getting inside the boutique, he got his suit redone while I looked at the new dress they had on display. I bought a couple dresses that caught my eye and exited the building together, only to be greeted by Vox’s unpleasant face singing on the television. We shared a look and went back to Al’s studio with a smile.

“Salutations! Good to be back on the air,” We greeted in sync blending our voices ever so often creating a seductive distortion.

“Yes, I know it's been a while since someone with style treated Hell to a broadcast.” Al starts off while I finish, “Sinners rejoice!”

“What a dated voice!” Vox yells.

I drape my arms around Al’s neck as he sat back on his seat in an easy going way while keeping the microphone to his face and replies, “Instead of a clout chasing mediocre video podcast.”

“Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that. Is nothing working? Ha ha!” we tease him enjoying the annoyance in his voice.

“IGNORE THEIR CHIRPING!”

“Every day he's got a new format!”

“YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE FUTURE! He's the shit that comes before that!”

“Is Vox as strong as he purports? Or is it based on his support? He'd be powerless without the other Vees!”

“Oh, PLEASE.”

“And here's the sugar on the cream. He asked ME to join this team!”

“Hold on!”

“I said no, and now he's pissy! That's the tea.”

“You old timey PRICK! I'll show you suffering!”

“Uh oh, the TV is buffering!”

“I'LL DESTROY YOOOOU YOU LITTLE—"

His little temper tantrum leads him to short circuit causing the electricity in the entire pentagram to disappear.

“I'm afraid you've lost your signal.”

“Let's begin.” He sings menacingly slowly transforming to his demon form. “Let's begin.” I sang hauntingly on top of his voice, my eyes turn black leaving my glowing blue irises hypnotically.

“I'm gonna make you wish that I stayed gone!” “Tune on in.”

"When I'm done, your status quo will know its race is run!

Oh, this will be fun!"

I laughed in delight, celebrating our wonderful comeback to our radio show. Al gives me smile and stands there quietly enjoying my reaction.

“That was wonderful! We haven’t done that in so long!” I gushed holding onto his hands. “I thought I’d have to wait 200 hundred years to sing with you again.”

He laughs petting my head, “No need for drastic measures, my dear. I’m here to stay.”

I beamed a smile and gave him a brief hug. “I’m guessing you’ll be greeting our new guest,” I asked while fixing his bow.

“But of course! I need to welcome their little toy they reeled in for us,” he smirks, “Have a good rest. I’ll see you later.”

I wave him off before I went back to our room, relaxing in our bed drifting to sleep.

‘Mom! Dad! I found some flowers over here!’

Tears fall down my face as I recall much happier times.

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hi my request is kinda long and can be broken into parts but can i request a kk fic where the reader is a famous youtuber or actor and her and kk have to fakedate for to generate views for the basketball team as they start their season until the finals and yk they fall in love and stuff to make it extra juicy maybe have the reader transferred from UIOWA to UCONN so she’s like bestfriends with kate and KKs jealous of how close she is with her and boom confessions 🫶

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• pairing: kk arnold x fem!oc

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i love this idea sm (fake dating is my favorite thing ever!!!)

but i will be doing an oc bc idk if my brain would be able to comprehend doing x reader for several parts 😭

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can you please do madara with number 6 please and thank you also i love your writing sm <33

6) reader: You don’t have to be so gentle with me. You can hurt me if you’d like. After all, my body belongs to you.

I rly like the outcome of this one, and i think it's pretty obvious i have an obsession with portraying the Uchihas as wild animals🤠💕

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There is something fascinating about having one of the strongest men in the world at her feet, hands that killed countless warriors treating her gently, lips that spit fire to destroy entire cities kissing her softly.

Madara runs the completeness of her body with harmonic fingers, touching her like an oiled instrument and making her moan as he wishes. He controls her skin and sounds left and right, drawing boundaries only to break them and watch her plunge into the abyss of pleasure again and again.

Passionate lips adorn her neck with dark marks, denoting ownership over the expanse of her flesh, pretending everyone understands (Y/N) belongs to him. All his touches are quiet, lovely, full of grace and balance, almost as if the Uchiha was afraid to hold her too tightly and break her.

She has been wondering for some time what else is hidden in his desires, which of all things Madara does not reveal. It does not escape her attention how the man's gentleness is only present because he does not believe her capable of bearing the brutality of his thoughts, the rudeness of his needs, the real force he wants to apply every time he touches her.

The Uchiha limits himself, (Y/N) knows it, because he underestimates her.

There is a certain hesitation as his fingertips run over her clit, a slight analysis of how much pressure to exert, how far to go. A man of Madara's strength, she understands, would have to have overwhelming force when it comes to fucking, but he stays within a mild range.

She has studied his eyes, the questions forming in his pupils as he guides her hips up and down on him, how he assesses the severity of his grip as he squeezes her thighs, her wrists above her head, her neck as he chokes her.

Madara holds back, again and again, because he is genuinely afraid of hurting her should he throw himself into pleasure as he would really like to.

Tonight, as her man works his tongue between her legs, (Y/N) decides to change the course of their sexual encounters. It will take some encouragement, a little bravery, and preparation she assumes, yet the girl is determined to free her man from all the restraints he places on himself to protect her.

She grips his hair tightly, a gesture she's never had before, and forces the Uchiha to look her in the eye, compelling him to stop the activity in her pussy. "You don't have to be so gentle with me. You can hurt me if you'd like. After all, my body belongs to you. Fuck me however you want, I'm yours."

There is a shift in his eyes, a flood of thoughts running through his mind (Y/N) can effortlessly appreciate. First, he processes the information, hesitates about what he hears, and then he understands. He comprehends how the woman surrenders herself to his mercy, to whatever brutality he deems necessary to fill her with his cum, to whatever force in his hands he requires to be fulfilled.

There is no response to her demand, and (Y/N) believes her words fell on deaf ears as Madara resumes his assault on her crotch with his tongue, yet suddenly everything changes. Where once his hands gently held her pelvis, now his nails dig into her skin, leaving a red trail to his pas and earning a hiss from her.

His teeth close on her inner thigh, inches away from her pussy, and as he bites down he doesn't take his eyes off her face, red gaze recording her reactions to the sudden pain he decides to impart. There is blood running down her skin, red liquid he does not take long in eagerly licking, almost as if he needs it.

The Uchiha does not utter a word, but then again, he doesn't need to. (Y/N)'s confirmation is all he needed to allow his true nature to free reign, releasing his darkest desires and using her as he sees fit.

Pain will be his way of finding pleasure, watching her beg and react to his methods of torture, ways he deems appropriate to make her writhe under his lips, tremble on his fingers, and swoon at his stimulation.

He releases her still-bleeding skin to climb up until they are face to face, thrusting into her with a force he has never used before. Madara grabs her by the neck, genuinely choking her. On previous occasions, he would have the finesse to exert just enough pressure to cut off just a little of her circulation, but this time he seems intent on knocking the air out of her completely. His fingers close over her skin with a brutality (Y/N) is sure many of his enemies suffered, as he rams her like an animal.

His cock thrusts in and out without control, pounding skin on skin without mercy, and only releases her neck when he sees she is about to lose consciousness. Without much time for freedom, the skin between her clavicle and her ear is attacked by his teeth, and where there were once small, soft hickeys, there are now real bite marks.

He holds her pelvis with both hands as he occupies his mouth on her skin, and something about his uncontrolled behavior arouses her so much she can't help but moan as soon as her breathing is under control again. The Uchiha seems to approve, and bites her even harder, piercing the skin again and fucking her even more severely.

He lets out grunts with each thrust, his concentration completely devoted to (Y/N)'s pussy, his dick thrusting in and out with just enough brutality to rip through her from side to side. The woman thinks she is about to lose her mind from the force of his actions when she feels him come, Madara trembling on top of her and releasing her neck to moan unrestrainedly into the air.

The image he provides is that of a ferocious, unrestrained animal, a beast that only cares about its desires, its needs, and (Y/N) devours every second of it.