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elementaryhallelujahs · 1 year ago

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ fingers dimming the lights

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the home office is bathed in warm, ambient light—it always is at this time of the night, familiar and soothing, exactly like the figure sat at the desk, hunched over her laptop. alex knows her work schedule is erratic, she works with people all over the world like he does, different time zones and different countries, and not that she’s a slave to her laptop but she does work a tad too much if you ask him.

still, he lets her be and stays in the corner of the room, flicking through his book. he lets her be that is, until he sees her rubbing her eyes tiredly and stifle another yawn. she reaches for the mug next to her, brings it to her lips, and frowns. it’s empty.

then she stretches like a cat—back arched, arms elongated—before curling into herself. that, evidently, does it for him.

silently, he sets the book aside and walks up behind her. she barely even notices until his hands are on her shoulders, feeling the knots in her muscles, trying to massage the tension away.

“you’re tired,” alex tuts and feels her shrug. “come to bed. it’s almost ten.”

she snorts lightly. “you know i can’t for another two hours at least, besides, i’ll be free tomorrow. then i’m all yours.”

“you’re already all mine,” he teases and kneads the knots again. (he does make a mental note though, to get her a proper warm bath tomorrow; bubbles and salts and candles and all.)

“come on, love,” alex tries again but she only hums a bit. and then she turns to him with a full pout.

“i wish, babe. but i’ve got to have a very grown-up, professional zoom call while trying to hide the fact that i’m wearing pyjama bottoms. two more hours, i promise.”

and just like that she’s back to facing her laptop, back to clacking away on the keyboard, making that soothing sound of her nails against it that he loves so much. right now, alex bends down and kisses her neck gently.

“when does your call start?”

“umm, eleven…”

the suspicion in her voice makes him grin and then he places a few more kisses down her neck and on her shoulders.

“could relax you a little till then,” he murmurs, “put you in a better mood.”

she tilts her head up to him and laughs. “what’s got you in a mood, sweet boy?”

the moniker makes him smile wider. his fingers continue tracing soothing patterns, and his lips leave gentle kisses on the nape of her neck.

“just need you to take a short break, ’s all. your laptop won't run away, baby, the the call is still an hour away.”

the next time alex looks at her, there’s a mischievous glint in her eyes. that, and the way she subtly bites her lower lip… and alex knows he’s won her over

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the first thing he does is lay her down on the bed, then he dims the lights until their bedroom is just as cosy as her workspace—all warm and golden.

the anticipation of it has definitely gotten to her. alex can almost see her trembling on the bed, back slightly arched, her nipples peaking out from her thin t-shirt, hair an effortless mess. the sight of her sends his neurons into overdrive and he feels the familiar tingling as all his blood rushes south.

“let me take care of you, darling,” he whispers, “just relax for me…”

his words effect her immediately, make her toes curl and her mouth part almost as if she’s anticipating the gasp that he will draw out of her.

“there’s my sweet girl,” he trails a hand over her leg—starting from her ankle and up her calf and then up her thigh until his fingers are at her hip. the knot of her pyjama shorts is next.

all he has to do is give it a light tug before he’s sliding it off her legs. she helps by lifting up her hips, then eagerly shimmies out of her underwear.

“look at you now,” alex teases. then he leans down, his lips dangerously close to her stomach. "come on, baby," he purrs, “spread your legs for me.”

something like a whimper and a moan echoes around the room and alex drags a finger through her slit, lazily collecting the wetness, coaxing her and spreading her open while his mouth presses kisses all over. her lower stomach first, then her thighs. meanwhile, his thumb finds her clit and a jolt goes through her body.

“fuck fuck fuck alex…” she moans out loud and a thrill goes down his spine.

fuck, here he is—tasting her and touching her and making her feel this way. his girl, she is his girl. and oh he’s never been one to be primal and possessive but all he can think about at the moment is that she is his.

she is his and he is hers.

and he loves her.

he loves her so fucking much.

she gasps when he sucks on her clit, letting his teeth graze it gently every once in a while. her thighs tremble under his hands, her muscles shifts and alex doesn’t stop her at all when she squeezes her thighs together—the pressure on his head is delicious and spine-tingling anyway. it’s heady and intoxicating, just like her scent, her taste.

“oh god, al,” she moans loudly. “fuck, just like that…” her fingers tangle in his hair, tugging and pulling while she squirms under his touch, grinds herself against his face and alex takes it all.

his tongue laps at her folds, his nose pushing against her clit and her screams are like music to his ears. better than anything he’s ever heard. better than anything he’s ever created.

his cock throbs desperately, twitching and hard, dying to feel her clenching around his now, to feel her squeezing him until his vision goes white and he fills her up. he can practically see the image in front of his eyes—his cum dripping out of her, making a mess on her thighs. mess that he could clean up with his tongue or with his fingers and push all of it back inside her. fill her up completely.

she clenches around nothing then and for a moment alex almost cums in his pants. but he can tell she’s close now. her hips rock against his face and her thighs squeeze his head harder. nails dig into his scalp making him hiss but she’s so close, he can almost taste her release on his tongue.

“so perfect for me,” he urges and lets his teeth drag over her clit again. “let me taste you, darling, yeah? i know you’re close.”

“so, so close…” she trails off and alex can’t resist the urge to place a kiss on her thigh. a soft request maybe or even a way to coax her.

“let go for me then,” he breathes and pushes his thumb against her clit. his tongue thrusts inside her again and she mewls out his name again. louder than before.

“don’t stop, al, don’t—” and he feels it then, feels her drenching his lips and his chin. feels the spasm of her thighs and feels her ragged breaths reverberating through her body.

just like she requested, he doesn’t stop. he laps up every last drop she has to over, fucks her with his tongue till she’s completely done riding out her orgasm. only once he feels her body go slack does he straighten.

and alex is met with the loveliest sight he can imagine.

her hair is sprawled all over the pillow, messy and gorgeous. her face is flushed, lip bitten till it’s raw and red. alex sees a sliver of her underboob from where her t-shirt rode up but it’s when he looks at her thighs does he see all the red marks he’s left behind…

all the kisses and hickeys and slight stubble burn. light bruises on her thighs from holding onto her so tight.

she’s marked and some primal part of him can’t get enough of the sight.

quickly alex moves to her and captures her mouth in his. her tongue slides in his mouth instantly, and alex knows she can taste herself on his tongue. quietly, she moans in his mouth and he feels like he’s going to burst right then.

but there’s the matter of the fucking call…

he has no idea how much time has passed but he knows she needs to leave soon while he tosses and turns restlessly in their bed, surrounded by the scent of her, still tasting her—

“where are you going?” her voice comes out as a breathless rasp and alex realises he’s pulling away.

“well… well, i though you had the call, love…”

she clicks her tongue and her smile turns into her grin.

“oh you’re not leaving this bed,” she declares. “i’m texting them that i don’t feel well.”

slowly, a smile spreads over his face and alex shudders under her touch.

“whatever happened to being adult and professional,” he teases breathlessly but she’s already pulling up his t-shirt, already lifting it over his head.

“oh no,” she tuts, “none of that. not when i have much better things to do…”

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man-i-love-fanfiction · 1 month ago

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To Share the Space with Simple Living Things-Hozier x Fem!Florist!Reader

Chapter Two: Daffodils - New Beginnings

Summary: Andrew comes back to pay you, but not before spending some much-needed time at his day job.

Word count: 2439

Author's note: thank you all so much for the positivity the first chapter!!! i cannot wait to keep working on this fic, you guys make it all worth it. i'm really fond of this chapter so hopefully you all enjoy :)

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Andrew did not take two days to come back. He took one day.

He chalked it up to him feeling guilty. What you did for him was a very unnecessary act of kindness. What was he supposed to do? Take his time? Absolutely not.

Admittedly, a small part of it was also that he wanted to see your face again. Not that it mattered, but he wondered what the smile on your face would look like when he told you his mother loved the flowers, and that she immediately put them in her nicest vase and in direct sunlight, wanting to maintain them for as long as possible. He wanted to know more about flower language, something he had done a Google search for when he arrived at home, but he had faith you knew much more than what the internet could tell him. And most importantly, it seemed very one-sided that you had his number and he didn't have yours.

Again, not that it mattered.

It was also an issue of convenience. Andrew tried to plan out his day on the commute to work, and luckily you fit right into his schedule. Your shop was only a few minutes away from where he worked. He could walk over to you during his lunch break, pay you back, and still grab a bite to eat. If he was willing to skip lunch, he could even try to talk to you for a little bit.

Anyway, he was getting sidetracked. He had a lot to do today; he should have much more important things on his mind. This is what he thought about as he pulled into the parking lot. He only had three clients, but he could already tell one of them would be a tall order. Thankfully, that was his first appointment, so he could get that over with. Then, hopefully, he’d repay you, maybe chat, and get back to work.

Right. Work. Love wouldn’t exactly describe his feelings towards his job. Appreciation, definitely. He was grateful that he wasn’t stuck behind an office desk and had a job that could actually let him express his creativity. However, the amount of effort and concentration he had to put into his job on a daily basis was something he dreaded and others (especially his customers) overlooked. He couldn’t truly complain. It was worth it for the end result, and for the happiness on the customer’s face.

Enjoyment probably described his feelings best. Andrew enjoyed being a tattoo artist. A fitting thought to have right as he entered the shop.

He greeted his coworkers with a wave and a polite smile, as always (though seeing his best friend Alex at their shared workplace constituted a high-five instead). Attempting to start working as soon as he could, he scrolled through the photos on his phone and pulled up the sketch of what he'd be inking today: two deer lying down side by side, decomposing. Sure, drawing a decaying animal on someone else’s body wasn’t how most people would choose to start their day. It was an unorthodox choice, but he understood the appeal. It was poetic, in a gruesome way, the concept of never being able to be pulled away from the one you love, not even in death. Decomposing, but still being joyous because at least your partner was still by your side. A lyric without a melody came to him.

After the insects have made their claim, I’d be home with you.

Andrew let out a deep sigh. This would happen to him sometimes; the simple act of anything from sketching a design to reading his favorite book caused couplets to sprout in his head. It gave him this guilt, like he was cheating on his career and songwriting was the other woman, but people are allowed to be multifaceted. Besides, his ability to write songs never did evolve into something substantial. If anything, it was a hobby. Just another creative outlet — and Andrew was always itching to create.

His customer walked in a few minutes afterwards, and he got ready to get to work. He had met her before: a thin, freckled young woman with a wide smile and one small tattoo on her shoulder. They exchanged pleasantries, confirmed that she approved of the design, and made small talk as he printed the stencil. He cleansed his workspace and let his client get as comfortable as possible before he began.

He took his time inking the design, meticulously needling each detail he'd crafted. The shading, the fungi surrounding the deer, the exposed, rotting ribcage. What he was most proud of was the subtle looks on the animals’ faces, purposefully made to be filled with both solemnness of their passing, but overall content. Calmness, even. The lyric he had created before played over and over in his head, despite his multiple attempts to push it away.

By the time he’d finished up, his hand was cramping so hard he was concerned it might fall off, a pain familiar to him but one that he never fully got accustomed to. All that aching for something he wasn't even done with; he’d need to have another session to fully finish the job.

Gloves were removed, payments were accepted, and follow-up sessions were scheduled. He took a photo of his work in progress, with the consent of his client. Other artists did this often, but Andrew wasn't one for so much commemoration of his art. He felt too much of an attachment to this specific work, however, and felt he'd be letting himself down if he didn't get to at least have it in his phone. He waved the client (and his artwork) goodbye. Alex walked by, drinking a coffee that had undoubtedly gone cold. He raised an eyebrow, wordlessly asking Andrew what he was doing.

“I’m going on a walk. I have to go back to the florist.”

“Weren't you literally there yesterday for your mum?”

“It's to pay them back. I… technically never paid for the bouquet,” Andrew explained as he shrugged on his jacket.

“Oh, so you stole those flowers? Have fun doing tattoos in prison!”

“I didn't steal them, the woman working there said I could take them as long as I paid her back in two days.” He stuck his hands in his pockets to make sure he had his wallet this time. A perplexed look came across Alex’s face.

“What kind of shady florist are you going to?”

“She's the furthest thing from shady. It was very bright in there, actually. And welcoming.”

“I’m sure it was. Very welcoming, indeed,” Alex commented before taking a sip from his cup.

“What are you insinuating here?”

“That you already fancy this florist woman.”

“You do know it's possible for me to have a platonic conversation with the opposite gender, right?”

“You're too much of a hopeless romantic for me to believe that's what's going on here.”

As usual, Andrew’s best friend could see right through him. He ignored Alex’s theories, becoming more annoyed than impressed.

“And with that, I’m going.”

“Bye. Have fun with your yearning,” Alex joked with a wave.

He said goodbye and stepped outside. To his surprise, he was greeted by a light drizzle, which he didn't mind. It freshened him up, something he didn't know he needed until the cool droplets hit his face. He only hoped it wouldn't worsen, as with his light jacket he would be dreadfully unprepared.

It had been a relatively slow day. Unlike yesterday, no one else forgot their wallet and needed a favor. No one else actually bothered with what you had to say about the messages of the bouquets. And unlike yesterday, no customers caught your eye. For most of your day, you were zoned out, lost in your own world when you didn't have a customer. When you were more aware of your surroundings, you found yourself always checking the doorway, subconsciously waiting for a certain someone’s arrival. Still, you were living most of your day in a daze. You didn't even notice it was pouring outside until Andrew walked in, absolutely drenched. It took you a moment to fully absorb his frazzled state; not only was he soaked, he was out of breath.

“Hello. I didn't expect you to be back so soon,” you admitted. In fact, part of you didn't expect him to return at all.

“I like,” he said, panting after every other word, “to keep my promises.”

“Are you… Did you run here?”

“I started off walking, but then it began to downpour so I tried to hurry up. Weather is a fickle thing, huh?”

“I could lend you my umbrella, if you want. For the walk back.”

“You’ve done enough for me already. I couldn't take your protection from the rain as well. I’ll just constantly try to stay under awnings.”

You chuckled at his comment. He took a few deep breaths to regain his composure before walking towards you.

“You’ll be happy to know my mum adores the bouquet. She liked the look of it first, but then after I explained your flower language, her face lit up. She put it in a vase and it's now on display on her windowsill.”

“That's great to hear,” you responded as a grin spread across your face. It always brightened your day to hear positive feedback from the people who actually received the arrangements you worked so hard on. It also satisfied you that Andrew was beaming the entire time, fueled by the joy you inspired in his mother.

“She's now expecting flowers for almost every occasion, so I hope you're open on holidays.”

“Oh, we're open year-round. Except for Valentine’s Day, when we close out of fear that boyfriends that need to seem romantic will form a stampede and storm through the place,” you joked.

“Good to know that you value the safety of your employees,” he said, continuing the discussion with a similar sarcastic tone.

“Employees? God no, it's for the safety of the flowers. I can always hire someone else year-round. I only get my lily-of-the-valley shipments the last week of January. Those things are expensive. I can't have a last-minute hoard of men trying to seem thoughtful destroying them.”

“I’ve got a cousin that's a chocolatier and she has a very similar policy.”

“What can I say? I take very serious precautions to protect my art.”

You couldn't keep a serious face for too long; after a pause, you cracked a smile and a small giggle escaped you. Andrew took this as an opportunity to change the subject, because as much as he could've stood there talking to you for the rest of the day, you both had jobs to get back to.

“I’ll stop talking your ear off. I came here for an actual reason. Let me pay you back,” he said.He took out his wallet and counted out a few dollars before placing them on the counter.

“Here. That's what I owe you.” He pulled out another banknote and held it out towards you. “And here's an extra fifty. To thank you for your kindness.”

Your eyebrows raised at his gesture, which you instantly declined, giving this extra money back to him.

“Goodness, um… thank you, but I can't accept this.”

“Sure you can. It’s my attempt at repaying you. Think of it as a tip.”

“I did it out of the goodness of my heart. I don't expect anything in return, I’m just happy I could bring a smile to your face. And to your mum’s.”

“Let me do something for you too, then. You deserve to have a smile on your face as well.”

You let out a sigh, but made no effort to counter his proposal. He paused for a moment, premeditating what he was going to say. He spoke again.

“You really helped me out, and I want to be able to do something for you. Let me buy you a coffee someday. Or a tea. Or even a croissant if you’re hungry,” he offered, his tone bordering on pleading.

There was a question on the tip of your tongue, one you were too nervous to say out loud, but couldn't help but wonder.

Are you asking me out on a date?

You kept quiet. He was just trying to be nice; there was no romantic intent. At least, that's what you told yourself. Your answer was the same as it would be if that was his intention.

“Alright. When and where?”

“There's a cafe about ten minutes from here. Want to meet there on Friday at 9 in the morning?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Great! Great. I’ll… I’ll see you then.”

“See you then.”

You both stood there, frozen for a few seconds, neither of you knowing what to do. Andrew broke away first. He took a step back and walked away, glancing over his shoulder to wave goodbye before reaching for the door handle. You waved in return, a small smile breaching your lips. The minute he left, you started to count down the hours until Friday.

There was this principle in psychology that had stuck with Andrew ever since he learned of it: the more you think about something, the more likely you are to notice it in your day-to-day life. He was especially feeling this principle today because ever since he met you, he saw flowers everywhere. It was as if the cosmos had decided that he couldn't forget about you, even if he wanted to.

There were flowers on every table of the restaurant he met his mother at. When he went back to his flat that day, he noticed his landlord placed pots of marigolds on the front step of the building. They even followed him to his place of work; his next client of the day wanted line art of a daffodil on her forearm.

She had told him her reasoning was the meaning of the flower—daffodils mean new beginnings. He wondered if you could corroborate that meaning with what you knew of flower language. If this woman knew how absolutely overrun with flora the past twenty-four hours had been for him. Was she sent by the universe to tell him that what was starting with you was just blossoming? Or was she just a twenty-something that wanted a tattoo she saw on Pinterest? Andrew was okay with either option; he was a grown man, aware that not everything in life was because of fate. He was just excited that he got to start something new with you, no matter how it ended.

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swarvey · 7 months ago

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🎉🎉🎈🎊🎈🎊🎉🎊🎈🎊 CONGRATULATIONS!!!

Maybe a ask of your favorite characters celebrating? Like you finished the community center and had the big party but your bookie bear wants to celebrate with you at home?

Ya know keep the celebration going for everyone

get a room! | harvey x f!reader

summary -> you finally finish the community center and celebrate with everyone in town. harvey would rather take things back home. warnings -> none! wc -> 787

a/n: i actually love this prompt sm, thank you anon!!! ik you didn't specifically request nsfw but i'm lowkey inspired so y'all lmk if you want a part two with what harvey would do hehe

"y/n! i can't believe it, you actually did it!"

emily tackles you with a hug, squeezing you tightly before looking at you with a proud gleam in her eyes. leah stands behind her with a warm smile on her face, while haley takes off her earbuds and begins looking around the finished community center. it took you countless seasons and, quite literally, your own blood, sweat, and tears to do it, but you've finally completed all the bundles in the building.

everyone in pelican town has joined you in celebration at the restored building. penny walks with jas and vincent, pointing to the different bundles and explaining the work you put behind them; alex stands in front of the fireplace and poses while haley begrudgingly takes a photo of him; sam and abigail excitedly make their way from room to room, sebastian trailing behind them and admiring the refurbished spaces.

"i have to say, i am quite impressed, my friend!" elliott declares broadly, walking up to you with a grin. "this explains all the running around i always see you doing, correct?"

"that's right," you reply, laughing as your friend gives you a round of applause. "please, at least this means that stupid joja mart will finally shut down."

"it also means i am currently unemployed, prick," another voice grumbles. you smile sheepishly at shane as he joins the two of you, arms crossed and an amused look in his eye. "thanks for that."

"now is not the time to drag her down," emily scolds. "look at all the wonderful energy surrounding this place!"

"oh, enough with that energy bullshit. it looks nice, i'll give her that."

"nice?" elliott repeats, suddenly looking personally offended. "why, i believe that's the understatement of the past hundred centuries."

as he continues on with his theatrics with leah pulling on his sleeve to stop, you can't help but listen with a warm feeling in your chest. despite everyone's differences, they were all willing to come here to celebrate your success. you realize how attached you've become to the town and its people, grateful to have the luck of living in such a place.

you startle slightly when you feel elliott's arm tightly wrap around your shoulders, drawing you to his side.

"she is the pride of pelican town, shane," elliott continues dramatically, shaking your body for emphasis. "the work she has done for all of us will be recognized years from now!"

shane laughs — wholeheartedly laughs — and you immediately grin back. it's not every day you get to see the grumpy guy crack a smile. "it looks like the 'pride of our town' might be dying of embarrassment in your arm, pretty boy."

"i have to agree." a hand gently grabs yours, tugging you out of elliott's grasp. "i hope i'm not interrupting."

harvey smiles at you, his gaze filled with love and pride. out of everyone, he definitely understands the efforts you put in the most — especially after long nights spent in the mines, or early morning visits to the clinic after you exhausted yourself a little too much.

"you never cease to amaze me, my dear," he expresses warmly, and suddenly, the rest of the room seems to fade away. "you're incredible."

you rub the back of your neck, shaking your head. "lewis is the one who told me what to do, and those little junimos helped out a bunch—"

"now is not the time to be humble." he squeezes your hand. "you're one of a kind. i can only hope this means you won't be going to the mines as often." harvey frowns then, a look of protectiveness taking over him. "i typically prefer not having to bandage you up, you know."

you laugh, but before you can respond, a gruff voice sounds from beside the two of you.

"and i usually prefer not having to see you guys eye-fuck each other in front of the entire damn population," shane groans, leaving to look at another section of the center. "get a room!"

you and harvey look at each other with raised brows, and you notice the others slowly inching away.

"if i have to admit," he starts, slightly pulling you closer to him, "i would prefer having you all to myself, as selfish as it sounds." you can see a blush creeping up his neck at his statement, looking at the floor in embarrassment.

"what's stopping you, then?"

his eyes meet yours, reaffirming your words, and you nod.

then, you suddenly find yourself all but sprinting out the community center doors. your laugh fills the air as harvey drags you along with him, face beet red as he leads you back to the farm.

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tilebytiles · 7 months ago

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settle for a draw - a.t.

summary: you didn't expect to meet a cowboy. you didn't expect to fall in love with him, either. word count: 5.5k warnings: age gap (reader is 20, alex is 25) a/n: im not the only one who sees tbhc alex as a cowboy ..... right </3

you shouldn't have been so surprised to see the figure approaching your parents' farm, riding his trusty steed and kicking up dust as he approached. you lived on a farm, for crying out loud. you knew the rural life was one a lot of people chose; the countryside was beautiful, for one, but it also offered the perfect chance to get away from it all. none of that stopped you from practically gaping as who you could only assume to be a cowboy approached the front gates.

okay, maybe you were stereotyping by calling him a cowboy, but he certainly looked the part. one hand was firmly clamped down on his hat, preventing it from being swept away by the wind, and the other clutched the reins, guiding his horse forward with practiced ease. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing tanned and muscled forearms, and the undone buttons of his shirt offered you a sliver of his chest, the gold chain around his neck jostling with each movement.

you were content to stare (ogle), but your father came up beside you on the front porch and clicked his tongue. "should go see what he wants," he said.

you looked over at him. "me?" he nodded. "but you said —"

"y/n, if he tries anything with you while i’m standin' right here, i’m gonna rip him a new one and make sure he sees god."

you father had a funny way of showing how much he loved you.

you descended the steps and hitched your skirts up, rushing over to the front gate right as the dashing stranger slowed his horse to a stop, gently petting its mane. he looked down at you and tipped his hat politely. "how do you do?" his voice was smooth like velvet and deep, reaching the sort of vocal depths that made your stomach tingle.

"i’m fine, thank you," you said softly, lifting a hand to shield your eyes from the sun. "can i ask what you're doing here?"

"ah ..." he released the reins to dip his hand into the bag attached to the saddle, pulling out a rolled-up sheet of paper and handing it to you over the gate. you unfurled it and observed the printed colors, taking note of the hastily scribbled markings, presumably by his hand. it was a map. as you looked over it, he said, "been travelin' for a few days and decided it was best to take a rest. i’m low on supplies, and i wanted t' see if you could help me out any."

you looked back up at him. your family had never housed anyone outside of your relatives before, but you didn't see why you couldn't accommodate this gentleman. granted, you'd only spoken to him for ... a minute, max, but he seemed nice enough. plus, there was a spare bedroom in your house, and your mother was always guilty of making too much food ... you undid the latches and pulled the gate open, producing a thunderous creak. you really needed to oil the hinges soon. the stranger smiled at you, taking the map when you offered it back to him, and stuffed it back into his satchel before swinging one of his legs over and sliding off his horse. he was taller than you, but not by too much. you led him to the front porch, where your father still stood, and asked, "papa, can he stay for a few days?"

your father eyed the supposed cowboy for a few long, long moments before finally sighing and nodding. "you better stay away from my daughter," he said, pointing his finger rather threateningly at the man.

the man was at least smart enough to nod quickly. "of course, sir. i wouldn't ever think o' trying anythin' with her."

your father slowly nodded in approval before turning to head back into the house, presumably to update your mother on the situation. you watched the door shut, then gestured for the man to follow as you led him around to the back of the house, where the stables were situated. if he was content to remain in silence as you opened one of the stall doors so he could lead his horse inside, you had other plans. "what’s your name?"

he glanced at you for a second as he led his horse into the stall, releasing its reins once it was inside. "alex."

"alex ... ?"

"turner."

"that's a funny last name."

he cocked an eyebrow, following you as you picked up a nearby bucket to fill the trough in the stall with water from the pump behind your house. "well, what's yours?"

"l/n." you dropped the bucket into the grass and began working the pump, your brows scrunching together with exertion.

he crossed his arms over his chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the movement. "i could argue that's no better than mine."

"i never said it was."

"you got a first name, miss l/n?"

"y/n." once the bucket was adequately filled, you lifted it up (trying to ignore the way your arms already wanted to give out) and hauled it back to the stall alex’s horse was in. "how come you're going to the mountains?"

he watched as you poured the water into the trough — it only filled it up about halfway. silently, he gestured for the bucket, and you hesitated before handing it to him. he headed for the water pump, but you remained by the stall, leaning against the wooden beam that reached up to the stable ceiling. "i got some friends up there," he said, speaking louder so you could hear him. "plan to stay a week or two with 'em, then head back home."

"it’ll take you a couple more days to get there."

"i know. that’s why i’m restin' for a few days."

you immediately noticed how much faster he was than you at filling the bucket up. you wanted to be surprised, but you knew you couldn't — he was a skilled rider, and if he was a cowboy, he likely had multiple horses. he knew what he was doing, and his muscular arms hinted at years of practiced motions such as these. he lifted the full bucket with ease, too, as if it was little more than a bundle of feathers. you wondered if he was showing off, only holding it with one hand while you'd needed two. "what’s your horse's name?"

he stepped past you to pour the water into the trough. "lizzie."

you eyed the horse for a few moments. yeah, she looked like a lizzie. "she’s pretty."

he smiled at that — a small smile, but one nonetheless. "d'ya wanna pet her?"

you blinked. "can i?"

he set the bucket down outside the stall and pushed the stall door shut, nodding at you as he did so. "she won' bite, if that's what you're worried about."

you stepped up to the stall door and slowly reached your hand out, letting your fingers brush against the top of her nose. in response to your fleeting caress, lizzie leaned her head forward, her eyes fluttering shut — a silent encouragement. you gave her a more confident pat on her head, then ran your hand along her mane, marveling at how smooth the hairs were. she truly was a stunning horse.

beside you, alex was still smiling; you could see it in your periphery. you turned your head to look at him while still offering lizzie affection. "what?"

he shrugged. "i dunno, 's just always nice t' see people interactin' with her. she’s a real attention seeker, y'know. don’t be too nice t' her, or she'll never leave you alone."

that made you laugh. "is that how you ended up with her?"

he nodded, reaching his own hand out to scratch under Lizzie's chin. "found her near my farm a few years back. poor girl was shiverin' to death — looked like she hadn't eaten in a while, either. i gave her some food an' before i knew it, she wouldn't stop nuzzlin' me, demandin' attention. i didn't see the harm in bringin' in one more horse."

"how many do you have?"

"countin' her, five."

five? your family only had two. maybe your cowboy theory wasn't so far off. speaking of ... "are you a cowboy?"

amusement immediately engraved itself into his features. he opened his mouth to answer, but right as he did, your mother's voice sounded from the back door of your home. "y/n!" she called. "time for dinner! bring your friend, too!"

beside you, alex snorted. "i’m your friend, am i?"

you just rolled your eyes and motioned for him to follow as you left the stables.

as soon as you stepped past the threshold of the back door, the smell of herbs filled your nostrils, urging you into the kitchen to find the source. your mother had just finished plating and was setting a pot down on the stove when you appeared in the doorway, alex in tow. she looked over at the both of you and smiled. “c’mon, sit down,” she urged, gesturing towards the dining table. you were both quick to acquiesce — you were hungry, and alex was starving.

your father appeared and sat across from alex, your mother sitting across from you. you picked up your cutlery and began to cut into the chicken breast on your plate; the sounds of forks and knives clinking against plates, along with glasses being set down on the table, filled the room. your mother’s cooking was divine, as always, and you were content to sit in silence and devour everything on your plate. your father, however, had other plans, and after wiping the crumbs from his mouth, said, “i saw john’s boy in town today.”

your ears perked up. “julian?”

he nodded. “spoke to him some, too. john’s lookin’ to sell one of his horses. i was thinkin’ to pay him a visit tomorrow.”

your mother, not wanting alex to feel left out, asked him, “how many horses do you have?”

“five, ma’am,” alex said.

“what’s your name, anyway, boy?” your father asked. you wanted to kick him under the table for the way he said it.

“alex turner, sir. my farm’s ‘bout a three-day trip from here.”

“three days? what the hell are you doin’ out here?”

“goin’ to the mountains, sir, to stay with some friends o’ mine.”

your father simply nodded and stuffed a forkful of roasted potatoes into his mouth. you looked over at alex and asked, "do you think you could help me with some chores after dinner?"

"now, y/n," your mother said, "alex is probably tired from all the ridin' he's done."

"no, ma'am, it's no problem." alex smiled softly at you, the kind of smile that made your stomach feel light. "i’ll help you."

you returned his smile. "thank you."

after dinner, you helped your mother clear the table, get the leftovers into containers that went into the fridge, and wash the dishes. once you were finished in the kitchen, you headed out into the back with alex in tow. "we have to make sure everything's locked up," you explained as you walked, "and set the traps for the night."

"gotcha." you were surprised when he didn't question what the traps were for, but you quickly reminded yourself he had a farm of his own; he probably set traps, too.

while you set about making sure the stables, barn, henhouse, and pens were all locked, alex worked on the traps. somehow, he knew exactly what to do without you telling him, and as you passed him on your way to the henhouse, your brows furrowed. "how do you know how to set them?"

he looked up at you from where he was sat in the grass. "i have these traps on my farm. they’re the cheapest an' the most convenient."

"oh." now you felt a bit silly for asking.

once you were both finished, you made your way back inside, making sure to lock the back door behind you. while you'd helped your mother in the kitchen, she'd told you she'd already made up one of the guest bedrooms for alex to stay in, so you led him upstairs and down the hall, stopping in front of the last room on the right. "my room's right across the hall," you said, looking up at him, "so if you need anything, just let me know."

"okay." he smiled at you. "thanks, y/n. have a good night."

"you too, alex." you watched as he stepped into the bedroom and flashed you one last smile before shutting the door.

•••••

by the time morning came in the form of rays of light filtering through the window and incessant bird calls from nearby trees, you had forgotten alex was staying for a few days, not just last night. in fact, you’d nearly forgotten about alex entirely, resulting in you letting out a yelp when the door to guest bedroom across the hall creaked open to reveal a human figure. a ghost? no one had stayed in that bedroom since your relatives came for the holidays. your house was haunted, you needed to tell your parents —

“y/n?” the sound of alex’s voice was like a lighthouse in the storm, clearing the dark clouds that obscured your vision. no ghost — just the man you thought was a cowboy. you made a note to ask him about that again later.

“oh …” you cleared your throat, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning against the doorway of your own room. “hey.”

he cocked an eyebrow at you and leaned against his doorway, stuffing his hands into his pockets. he still wasn’t dressed, you noticed. he was like you and ate before getting ready for the day. “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

you stared at him, opening your mouth to respond and closing it again when you had nothing to say. finally, you looked away and mumbled, “i forgot you were here.”

he barked out a laugh at that. “did you now? guess i scared ya, huh? sorry ‘bout that.”

you didn't say a word and quickly headed for the stairs.

you saw your mother setting plates on the dining table, but your father was nowhere to be found. confused, you asked, “where’s papa?”

“he went to go talk to john ‘bout his horse, remember?”

oh. no, you didn’t remember.

breakfast went by quickly, with neither you nor alex saying much. once you were done eating, you went back upstairs to get dressed, then headed outside to tend to your morning chores. your first stop — the henhouse.

you set down the wicker basket you’d brought with you on the ground and hauled the sack of chicken feed up into your arms, grunting with the effort. you did an awkward little waddle around the yard, scattering feed as you went. once you were satisfied with the coverage, you set the sack back down by the henhouse, then picked your wicker basket back up. you undid the locking mechanism and opened the henhouse doors, immediately greeted with a cacophony of clucks. “good morning to you, too,” you hummed, watching as the hens headed down the wooden ramp in a single file line.

as you poked your head inside, examining their nests, you heard a voice behind you. “any luck today?” alex.

you straightened up and deposited the few eggs you’d found into the basket. “just a few,” you said, looking up at him. “what are you doing out here?”

he shrugged, watching as one of the hens pecked at his boot. “i was gonna see if ya wanted t’ take lizzie for a ride once you were done.”

you smiled at him. “i’d love to.”

his gaze snapped up to meet yours, and he returned your smile. “d’you need any help?”

“actually, yeah …”

with alex’s help, you were able to get the rest of your chores done with ease. having someone help you made it all go by much faster, and you were already dreading the day he’d have to leave. maybe you would need to remind your father of the idea he’d had of hiring a farm hand.

you stood and watched as he opened the stall door, stepping inside to get the saddle and reins back onto lizzie. “is she the feisty type?”

he snorted. “hell no. she’s a real sweetheart.”

you stepped aside so he could lead lizzie out of the stall and followed behind him as he took her out of the stables. the two of you (three, technically) headed for the forest behind your house; it was your idea to take the unofficial path you’d trekked with your horse a number of times before. you came to a stop outside the tree line, and alex held his hand out to you. you knew you didn’t need help getting onto lizzie’s back, and you knew alex probably knew that too, but you took his hand anyway, hauling yourself up onto the horse and clutching the front of her saddle to steady yourself. alex hopped on behind you, his chest almost touching your back as he reached around you to grab the reins. you knew the close contact couldn’t be helped, but that didn’t stop you from blushing at the proximity.

he tapped the side of his boot against lizzie’s side, urging her into an idle trot as he directed her into the forest. the scene was like something out of a fantasy novel: a couple of downed trees lined the path, covered in overgrown moss; you could make out the occasional cluster of mushrooms; and sunlight filtered down through the trees branches overhead, casting the path you were navigating in an otherworldly glow. you were half expecting fairies to start whizzing by. behind you, alex let out a low whistle. “this sure is pretty.”

you nodded. “i like coming out here when i can with my horse.”

“and what’s ‘er name?”

“it’s embarrassing,” you mumbled.

that only piqued his curiosity. “embarrassin’? how could it be embarrassin’?”

you sucked in a breath before quickly muttering, “twilightsparkle.”

“sorry?” his knee bumped against the back of your thigh; whether intentionally or not, you didn’t know. “you’re gonna have t’ repeat that one for me.”

“twilight sparkle.”

silence followed.

and then, in possibly the most mortifying outcome, he guffawed. “twilight sparkle?”

“i got her when i was a child,” you said defensively. “i wasn’t exactly a name aficionado.”

“yeah, yeah, okay,” he chuckled. “ain’t that one of the … oh, what’s that show —“

“my little pony,” you mumbled.

you could feel him nodding behind you. “yeah, my little pony. you liked it when you were young, then?”

you nodded. suddenly, you thought it wouldn’t be so bad if a giant hole opened up in the ground and swallowed you. “twilight sparkle was my favorite character, so when my parents got me my own horse, it felt fitting. i call her twilight for short.”

“just twilight is less embarrassin’ than throwin’ the sparkle on.”

“you don’t have to keep rubbing it in, you know.”

“sorry, sorry.” he chuckled again. “definitely not the worst thing you coulda named ‘er, though.”

you rose an eyebrow and looked at him over your shoulder. “there are worse things?”

“lot worse.”

“like what?”

he grew silent, his expression turning to one of contemplation as he mulled it over. “one o’ my friends in the mountains is like you — got a horse when he was a kid. he named ‘im, uh … what’s the full thing …” another few seconds of silent thought, and then he smiled. “armageddon the destroyer. the third. dunno where the first two came from.”

it took every last bit of restraint you had to not burst into giggles. “armageddon the destroyer the third?”

he nodded. “he’s still got that damn horse, too. likes to just call him destroyer now.”

“which friend of yours is this?”

“matt helders. if ya ever get to meet ‘im, don’t tell him i told you all this. he’ll throw me off the nearest mountain.”

you didn’t think you ever would meet him, but you made a mental note to keep this story to yourself if you did.

the three of you (it was only fair to count lizzie, you thought) continued down the path, falling into a tranquil silence. you pet lizzie’s mane and occasionally scratched behind her ears, eliciting a sound that you assumed was her way of showing appreciation.

abruptly, you asked, “are you a cowboy?”

there was a pause. “you asked that yesterday.”

“yeah, and you didn’t get to answer.”

“hm …” he sighed. “i certainly look the part, don’t i?”

“yeah.”

“i guess technically, yeah, although, er, i don’t really go around callin’ myself one.”

that was fair, you supposed. “so is it, like, a generational thing?”

“yeah. my dad was one, his dad was one, so on and so forth … the farm life’s the only thing i’ve ever known.”

“do you like it?”

“like it?” he snorted. “i wouldn’t trade it for a damn thing.”

you were going to be sad to see alex go.

•••••

“i’m taking a bath,” you called down the stairs.

there was a beat of silence, then your mother called back, “okay!”

it was the night before alex would be leaving. he’d been an incredibly helpful guest; he’d always helped with chores without having to be asked, and your father thought him especially helpful because he kept you out of his hair whenever you got bored. you’d been taken out on lizzie a number of times, told dozens of stories from alex’s childhood and adulthood, and he’d even played songs for you on the acoustic guitar your father owned but never used. for the first time in years, probably, it’d gone a day without collecting dust.

you shut the door to the bathroom and stepped over to the tub, making sure to plug the drain before turning the faucet on and watching as the water began to rain down. as you waited, your thoughts drifted back to alex — not just the stories he’d shared or the skill with which he’d played your father’s guitar, but the way he made you feel. you didn’t really like it; for one, you weren’t used to feeling that way about people, but you also knew nothing could ever come out of it. he was going off to the mountains to see his friends, and after that, you’d probably never see him again. he was always destined to just be a blip in your world. plus, you felt incredibly silly for feeling anything at all, considering it’d only been a few days. maybe you just needed to talk to people more often …

once the tub was filled, you turned the faucet off and stripped out of your clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. you stepped into the tub and sank down into the warm water, letting out a sigh of relief; it was an instant balm to your aching bones. you closed your eyes, content to think of literally anything, but your brain kept wandering back to alex. his perfect eyes, his perfect smile, his perfect beard and perfect chest and perfect arms and perfect legs and perfect ass that you had unashamedly stared at once. okay, maybe you were ashamed now, but at the time, you'd had to pinch your arm just to get yourself to stop staring like an idiot. you were hopeless.

you had seen him shirtless once. on one of the days where there was too much work and it was too hot to do it all. you were convinced you were going to explode when you saw him, chest and abs bared and sweating in the summer heat. he was probably used to being shirtless in weather like that, but that didn't mean you were prepared to see it. when he'd seen you gawking like a fool, he'd apologized and offered to put his shirt back on, but you'd told him it was okay and that he didn't have to under the guise of not wanting him to overheat. deep down, though, you wanted to be able to ogle him, just for a little longer.

were you only physically attracted to him? that thought haunted you like an unseen phantom as you worked shampoo into your wet hair. of course he was attractive — he had the perfect body, in your eyes — but was that the only reason he appealed to you? you didn't think it was; you knew it would be a lot easier to get over his absence if that was just the case.

he would be gone tomorrow morning.

that became your mantra for the rest of your bath, and you kept repeating it to yourself as you dried off, emptied the tub, and got dressed for bed. he would be gone tomorrow morning. you left the bathroom and headed down the hall, stepping into your room. he would be gone tomorrow morning. you shut your door and let yourself succumb to the warmth and comfort of your bed, making sure to turn your bedside lamp off before drifting off to sleep. he would be gone tomorrow morning.

“hey. y/n. wake up.”

“huh?” you forced your eyes open and stared up at the partially illuminated figure that hovered above you. "alex?" you mumbled. "what are you doing here?"

"i wanna show you somethin'," he whispered.

"it’s late. can’t you show me in the morning?"

"nope." he shook his head for emphasis. "gotta show ya now."

you felt like a parent arguing with their child.

you forced yourself out of bed and slipped your shoes on at his request before following him out of your room and downstairs. you were expecting to go out the front door, but he led you through the back, making sure to be extra quiet to avoid waking your parents until you were both outside. you were both still in your pajamas, and you were still trying to blink the sleepiness out of your eyes. you followed him into the forest behind your house, confusion settling across your features when he suddenly deviated from your usual path and led you to a different part of the forest. what the hell was he doing?

eventually, he stopped, and you nearly crashed into him. "we’re here."

"you dragged me outside in the middle of the night for —" the words died out in your throat as you realized what you were seeing.

you’d never gone this deep into the forest before, so you had no idea a scene like this even existed. the trees opened up in a wide circle, revealing a little pond surrounded by different stones. the grass was soft as it brushed against your ankles, and flowers were scattered all across the ground, practically beaming up at you. you felt like you'd stepped into some pocket dimension.

"come on." alex nudged you and stepped further into the clearing, and it was at that moment that you became aware of the blanket tucked under his left arm.

your brows furrowed. "what’s the blanket for?"

you watched as he laid it out in the grass, making sure it was neat and straight and there weren't any rocks hiding under it for your body to find before straightening up and smiling softly at you. "stargazin'."

oh. you weren't annoyed at him for waking you up anymore.

you walked over and sat down on the blanket, removing your shoes and setting them off to the side before stretching yourself out. you stared up at the sky, mystified by the sheer number of stars you could see. "it’s so pretty," you breathed.

"i was hopin' you'd like it."

you turned your head to look at him as he laid beside you. "did you find this just for me?"

he nodded, his smile turning a bit sheepish. "i’d sorta stumbled on it the other day when i was out here. i’ve been meanin' to show it to you."

"thank you, alex."

"ah, don't mention it." he turned his head to look up at the stars, and you stared at him for a beat too long before doing the same.

silence consumed the both of you, broken by the occasional chirp or drone of some nearby insect. you didn't know what possessed you to shatter the silence and say anything, but after a few minutes, you quietly confessed, "i don't want you to go."

it took a couple of seconds for alex to respond. "why not?"

"i don't know." you crumpled up the fabric of your shirt between your fingers. "the last few days have been really nice, and i don't really want all this to end."

"i can't say i’m particularly fond o' goin', either," he mumbled, letting out a sigh afterwards. "i’d like to see my friends, of course, but ... y'know."

"yeah."

another minute passed, and then he rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand as his elbow dug into the blanket. "y/n, can i ask you somethin'?"

"you just did, technically," you said, looking up at him.

he rolled his eyes. "okay, smartass. you know what i mean."

"go ahead."

"have you ever ..." he trailed off, his expression growing pensive as he searched for the right words. "you ever left home before?"

you blinked in surprise. you weren't sure what you'd been expecting him to ask, but it wasn't that. "uh ... no. why?"

he shrugged, as if to brush it off and act nonchalant, but you could tell he was hiding something. "just thought i’d ask."

"you’re a bad liar, alex."

"why would i be lyin'?"

"i don't know. why are you lying?"

he sighed. "i guess ... i dunno. it’d be nice if i could bring ya with me. i think you'd like my friends."

oh. there was that fluttering sensation in your stomach. "you want me to go with you?"

"it’d be nice if you could," he corrected. "way too late for that to get worked out. plus, your parents might kill me. or your dad would. your mom's a real sweetheart."

"she does hate killing bugs," you mused. you thought on what he'd just said. "why would you want me to go with you?"

he looked off at the pond, growing silent as he tried to figure out how to say whatever was on his mind. you waited patiently, and eventually, your patience paid off. "i think i’m growin' attached to you."

you stared at him. "what?"

he looked down at you. "i said it in english."

you wanted to slap him. "what do you mean, you're —"

"i like ya, y/n. as in, i think you're cute, and maybe i wanna kiss ya."

if you were going to explode when you saw him shirtless, you were sure you were about to turn into a nuclear bomb.

"oh," you managed.

he rose an eyebrow. "oh? is that it?"

"well, i mean —" you sat up and turned your head to look at him. "i don't think ... i’d mind it if you kissed me," you mumbled.

he stared at you, his eyes widening minutely before going back to their original size. now it was his turn to say, "oh." he cleared his throat and sat up fully, looking down at the blanket you were sat on. he eventually looked back up at you. "so ... can i —"

you cut him off by crashing your lips against his.

it took him no time at all to react. his hand went to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer as your mouths slotted together perfectly. you didn't want this moment to end, but too soon was he pulling away to stare down at you. "christ," he breathed. he dipped his head down to kiss you again, and again, and again. the onslaught of pecks made you giggle. your blood was practically singing in your veins.

when he finally stopped kissing you, you smiled up at him. "i didn't realize cowboys were such softies."

he scowled, although you could tell there was no real malice behind it. "what, am i supposed to act all mean an' tough around a cute girl?"

now it was your turn to roll your eyes. "yeah, yeah. call me cute again, and i’ll get a big head.”

"you'd still look cute if your head was the size of the moon," he hummed, leaning in to kiss you one last time.

you wrapped your arms around his waist and squeezed yourself closer to him, listening to his heart as it thrummed against his ribcage. "the next time you go to visit your friends, you should take me with you," you mumbled.

he pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head and murmured, "it’s a deal, sweetheart."

"and i promise i won't bring up armageddon the destroyer the third in front of matt."

he let out a breathless chuckle and pinched your side, making you yelp. "if you do, i’m leavin' you up there to deal with him."

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Summer (real world) birthday headcanons and how they would celebrate their special day

Jas - June 4th - picking wildflowers with Penny in the morning, drawing on coloring pages with some new crayons from Vincent (courtesy of Sam's Joja paycheck) in the afternoon and playing at the park together. Gunther organizes a special story time at the library (with the help of Elliott providing all the voices). Marnie doesn't cook so Jodi would bake a pink cake, but Marnie would probably would have bought a new doll for her. Jas finishes the day on Shane's shoulders feeding the chickens on the farm.

Gus - June 8th - this man deserves more love since he feeds the village! I could see the Farmer bringing fresh oranges from their orchard in a basket wrapped with a yellow ribbon. Emily cooks up a big batch of his favorite fish tacos, and drags Haley in to help serve (giving Gus the night off). Haley would drag Alex into it (at least to carry bags of ice and look hot doing it). Elliott might tinker on the piano. Leah would have a pint or two and pitch in also. Willy brings some tropical curry from Ginger Island for his buddy. The SAS trio attempt a song in his honor. Gus is happy to spend the evening in the Saloon with his friends and neighbors.

Maru - June 10th - A big breakfast with her family complete with fresh strawberries. Seb surfaces before 10 just in her honor. Maru is thrilled to spend the day with her dad in the lab and collecting specimens in the forest. Harvey gave her the day off, of course, and a little strawberry birthday card. She gets a rhubarb pie, courtesy of Evelyn or the farmer. She spends the late afternoon chatting on a park bench with her BFF, Penny, who gives her robot drawings from the Valley kiddos. Robin builds a wooden shelf for all of Maru's odds-and-ends gadgets. And stargazing with Sebastian (like they did as kids) is the perfect way to end the day.

Alex - June 13th - Evelyn would make a complete breakfast for her grandson, and a small gift that she knitted (maybe a cover for a water bottle or for his weights to keep them protected). With the help of Farmer, George ordered a gridball card online for his grandson. Tossing the ball down at the beach and a long ocean swim with Farmer, plus a picnic lunch. (I have this cute little headcanon that he would build sandcastles with Vincent and Sam). If Farmer is able to splurge, catching a gridball game together in the evening is his birthday present. And Alex is a very physical guy in my book, so plenty of hand holding, bear hugs, kisses all day long and then a dip at the hot springs in the evening (and maybe a sensual massage).

Sam - July 17th - A platter of maple bars for breakfast and maybe some early morning cloud gazing with his main squeeze (Farmer). And there's no way he wouldn't have a party. Pizza. Joja colas. Plenty of cheery hi-energy rock music. Streamers. Balloons. Arcade games. Party poppers. Confetti. Karaoke. Oh and he would buy something cheesy at Jojamart for party favors like rubber bracelets or silly string. And maybe for a final touch of whimsy, embracing his inner child, a pinata with tons of candy (much to Vincent's delight)! Abigail would play her woodland flute after one too many sugary drinks and candies and cakes. Seb might even step up to the mic for karaoke (but would sneak a smoke first for courage).

Dwarf - July 22 - Dwarf is just happy if someone makes the effort to visit them and remembers to bring a gift (preferably a shiny stone). Oh and they are touched if you speak their language. Fancy a spot of stardrop tea together? Cheers!

Demetrius - August 19 - this man doesn't strike me as someone who really likes celebrating his birthday. A nice quiet unwrapping of gifts at home (a gift card from Seb because he has no clue what to get his stepdad), and a good bean hotpot dinner is probably all he wants. Maybe sharing an ice cream cone with Robin and a private dance under the stars.

Willy - August 24 - Spend the day fishing together and enjoy a simple fish dinner on the beach by a fire and he's happy. Oh and mugs of mead shared while swapping sea stories.

Leo - August 26 - look for bird feathers and shells to decorate his treehouse. I picture playing tag on the beach with Jas and Vincent, probably Sam and Penny too. And some fresh mangos is a delicious treat! He would probably enjoy a tape of bird songs or a picture book about birds. I totally think Emily would do face painting for his birthday.

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blu3-ja3 · 1 month ago

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So sick me can't write, I'm extremely dyslexic and I can't proof read my stuff with sick brain BUT I can draw! So I drew Maevis a ref sheet!

I used my wife as a reference for the body cause she was the inspiration of big buff women... Plus I got to go to the gym and watch her weight lift.

Rough lay out of O'Connor's sleeve. The hare is the piece MacTavish drew.

All of O'Connor's Scars

1) Small scar above left eye and bullet entry scar from one of the shadow company the night Graves betrayed them at Las Almas. O'Connor stole a dirt bike and drove like a bat out of hell, through the city and to the safe house. The first bullet grazed her, lucky missing her head, as she'd turn to Soap who'd just been shot. The second bullet hit her and was removed by Rudy and while they did that Soap and Ghost arrived.

2) Her largest scar, the burn scar.

3)Two bullet scars from being shot, she took two bullets for Lieutenant Price when she was a young sergeant. Earned an earful from Price once she'd recovered.

4) All the newest scars from her time being tortured by Demetrius. All of them are from knife cuts.

5) Shoulder and mid back. Both bullets went clean through her. She was a wee baby private when her squad was ambushed and she got shot twice. She doesn't remember much from the incident but she has the scars to prove it happened. The one depicted on her sternum is the exit wound from the shot to her back.

6) She got shot while helping Price, Gaz, Alex and Farah blow up the chemical production plant. She had to have some major surgery because the bullet shattered and most of the bullet existed but not all of it.

7) A scar she got after Oliver in a drunken rage threw a glass at her that shattered. When Price saw the fresh stitches he was not happy to say the least, and even more so when O'Connor didn't leave him then and there.

8) Cut herself while maneuvering through a broken window. She didn't notice until in the heli with Gaz who pointed it out to her.

9) Minor burns on her foot, she misstepping and planted her entire foot into a pit of coals and burned herself, she was a teen when it happened.

10) Cuts from random things like a bullet grazing her. She doesn't remember how she got them but she's always scared easily.

11) Multiple tiny cuts from when she was a sergeant under Price and freshly learning how to use her butterfly knife.

12) A lovely stitch scar from her time as a Lieutenant, she slipped down a cliff side and had to get close to 25 stitches.

13) Slight scarring from when she was a kid, she doesn't remember how she got the scar. She thinks it's from when she fell from a tree but she can't be sure.

14) Piece of metal shrapnel got lodged in her leg. Had to limp her way back to a safe house after a solo mission went south.

15) Her C section scar from when she had Will.

COD Master List

#character art #cod oc #cod oc art #cod original character #original character #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod #modern warfare #cod mwii #codmw #character design #character reference #maevis o'connor

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genericpuff · 1 year ago

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Turns out it's been a while since I've talked about Rachel's medical fetish art so it came as a shock to people when I mentioned it in the last post (I've got quite a few asks about it lmao) So I'm gonna enlighten y'all real quick on what I'm referring to, and yes, it's probably exactly what you're thinking of when you hear the word 'medical fetish'.

CONTENT WARNING: DISCUSSION OF MEDICAL FETISH ART AND DEPICTIONS OF NEEDLES!!!!

So the name "used_bandaid" is one Rachel started using back in the early to mid 2000's. She went by a LOT of different pennames back then, including but probably not limited to:

Pepper_maid

madame_issue

Usedbandaid/used_bandaid

Rach Alex

Rachel Royale

Raquel

Medical Tophat/Medical_Tophat

Frill_house

Gingerbreadcoffin (? this one's kinda weird because the link itself with this username just goes back to her used bandaid MySpace account , so idk if she ever actually used it or if it was even affiliated with her lol)

Now you're probably about to ask, "Puff, how do you know these are all her?" and that's because Rachel still had all of these accounts interlinked through her projects, primarily The Doctor Pepper Show. She seemed to change up usernames often just for the hell of it.

Anyways. I'm not gonna show much of it here because I do think it's better to leave certain things in the past, but there's a LOT of her old work that implies the stuff that's questionable/problematic in LO has always been a part of her identity as an artist (DDLG, hot pink self-insert MC, etc.)

One such example is "madame issue":

This is such a 3-in-1 smoking gun for everything we see in LO. The reference to bandaids (see: used bandaid, which was part of her URL slug for her old flickr where this drawing comes from), the hot pink color palette, and of course, the fact that this character is almost DEFINITELY a self-insert of Rachel, thanks to that shared name.

She's also stated in old commission/print posts that Madame Issue was the one print she wouldn't sell.

She doesn't explicitly say why but I think it's pretty safe to assume it's because Madame Issue is her.

We also have Eva, "the queen of medical fetish". And the tags are... pretty self-explanatory.

That said, that's as much as I'm gonna go into with her old art, because a lot of it does get quite personal with her and I don't really think it accomplishes much more to continue digging up old skeletons, at least not unless they can be seen as parallel to LO (which some of them are and I'll likely be sharing more of those ones in a later post).

That said, there ARE still pages that are accessible without the use of the Wayback Machine that advertise her as a medical fetish artist without the need for extensive digging. If you search up The Doctor Pepper Show on Google, you'll actually find a reddit thread asking what happened to Rachel's old work, and there are comments with loads of resources to access her pre-LO content. You'll also find the listing for The Doctor Pepper Show on The Webcomic List, which literally describes it as a medical fetish comic: "This is a comic set in a world where evil doctors rule, girls wear frilly underpants and people use their manners. *May I please blow your f**king head off?* This comic features Gothic dandys, EGL (Gothic lolitas) and medical fetish fashion. (Neo victorian setting)"

I'll let y'all do your own digging from here, there's a LOT to unpack honestly and while I can't keep you from doing your own research, practice due diligence with what you choose to share. Again, I don't think it's a crime in and of itself for Rachel to want to distance herself from her past as a medical fetish artist, so I think it's only really relevant to show the things that are clearly still influencing LO (like her love for the movie Lolita or the very clear sexualization of youthfulness). While we can try to leave the past where it is, she does still write LO with a lot of the most problematic features of her former identity, and it makes it all the more bizarre that if she is trying to distance herself from it all, then why would she stick with one of the pennames that's the most easily tied back to medical fetishism?

TL ; DR: Rachel started off online with medical fetish and gothic lolita art (at least as far back as we can trace it) and elements of that past are still present in LO today. Use that info responsibly lol

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #antiloreolympus #anti lore olympus #ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything

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artsygirl0315 · 4 months ago

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"Soooooo, the Rebellious Kids have crawled out of their little space in my brain again, and are TERRORIZING it rn, so here are 2 questions about them and caramel cursed Reyna [who am i gonna nickname "Ravyn"]"

1. Who would crush on eachother first? Like who would develop feelings first and who would confess first?

2. And what would their first date belike? [together and individually]

(I missed drawing these a-holes but at the same them screw 'em cus I love them!)

The first one to get a crush on Ravyn is definitely Alex because I would imagine she stumbled upon the gal around the neighborhood while on a patrol for new victims, It was love at first sight, surprisingly!

Her siblings followed after noticing her looking out the window from time to time and decided to be introduced after a very VERY rugged mission.

But the first to actually confess to Ravyn individually was Leon until his siblings caught wind that he went behind his back and now they all went out of their way to confess as well!

Next we have date wise...

Does going out to wreak havoc on poor unsuspecting kids around the park a kind of date? I mean, They did get her ice cream!

Ravyn's well taken cared for in their hands while doing so anyway, She first didn't show much offence about it but the longer she stayed with them, she definitely toned them down a little bit.

Individually, it would be less hectic and would give Ravyn enough time to actually get to know them properly.

It would go as followed;

Brutus could take Ravyn to the zoo more so because he thinks it would be fun to piss off the animals.

Alex would definitely take her to a concert of sort, She at least puts effort in who she thinks Ravyn would like to hear.

Connie would take Ravyn to a Roller Derby rink and teach her how to skate, Surprisingly both would make a great team!

Leon could take Ravyn somewhere that actually would provide food like a Diner or something, He likes to stress eat so I would imagine he was in a bad mood prior and wants to spend time with her then.

Davis, I would imagine take her to the mall so they could browse on clothes and stuff, He would definitely steal some but if she would really like a certain item then he'd get it for her with some money.

[That's all I got for them, Thanks for mentioning my little dumbass blorbos!!]

Ravyn belongs to @numbuhinfinitys💙

#knd #kids next door #codename kids next door #codename knd #knd oc #oc #original character #caramel curse #rebellious kids from down the road #not my oc #friends oc #dcfdtl #creator speaks #drawing #art

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saccharine-dean · 3 months ago

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**Wincest fans DNI, because apparently I have to say that now.**

Upon discussing the rumor that Jensen Ackles was going to play Batman at... some point, my friend and I decided to cast the people of Gotham as according to the vibes we get from the SPN cast, both in and outside of their plots on the show. Here are our final thoughts:

- Just getting it out of the way, we have no idea where Misha goes. He's too powerful for anything we could think of. The idea of him playing Catwoman just so he would have to play Jensen's love interest (again. cough) was tossed around but never came to fruition.

- Jensen is Batman, obviously.

- Jared is the Joker. I will not elaborate. (Jared stans please don't k- [gunshots])

- Mark Sheppard is Penguin. We couldn't figure out why, but the vibes of Penguin well matched those of both Mark and Crowley.

- Mark Pellegrino is Scarecrow. Ngl I am afraid of this man. But I think he could do this.

- Richard Speight Jr. plays the Riddler. I do not have to explain this. The man has whimsy and riddling written all over his face

- Alexander Calvert plays Dick, but he also plays Jason, but he also plays Tim, but he also plays Damien. Whenever there is a wet pathetic Robin boy, he is played by Alex. If the Robin in question is shown as a child (e.g. A scene showing Dick's parents' deaths) he will still be played by Alex, but he gets sized down in post. NOTE - He is never edited to look younger, just smaller.

- Julien Richings plays Alfred. He will be good at portraying the handling of Jensen/Bruce's petulant bat-doings. I'm sure of it.

- Ruth Connell is Harley Quinn, and Emily Swallow is Poison Ivy. Doing our part for sapphics everywhere Idk

- We couldn't decide on a character for Rob Benedict, but he has to be in there somewhere. My personal suggestion was that he plays every background character. Every single one. There's a no-name guy running a hot dog stand? Rob. An old woman getting mugged? Rob. The angry ski-mask-wearing man mugging her? Also Rob. This man is a spectacle to me and I want to do his image justice.

- We also couldn't find characters for Felicia Day or Alona Tal, but similarly, they do have to be there. Originally they were going to be HQ/PI, but we gave HQ to Ruth, because, like.. It's Ruth

- Last but not least, if Misha won't be playing Catwoman, she'll be played by Lauren Cohan.

This absolute shitpost is so dear to me and it's only inevitable that one day I'll finally crack and draw it. If you made it this far.. I don't know. Your commitment to the bit is appreciated just as much as our own, I suppose

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ozma821 · 3 months ago

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All the pricefield drama aside, what is Life is Strange: Double exposure trying to say?

Looking back through the franchise, the first life is strange is a bold exploration in young adult lives and taboo subjects like suicidal teens, internet bullying, societal divide etc. While not entirely unheard of in media, all these issues being so front and centre in a mainstream video game is definately rare. Not to mention Max and Chloe's relationship, a pair of sapphic women that are respected and loved, which is even more of an oddity in 2015 social climate, where queer relationships are either ridculed or relegated to side characters or just hidden away,out of sight out of mind.

LIS 2 and True colors follow suit in exploration and discussion of these topics. LIS 2 bring us to Sean and Daniel, victims of police brutality and racial profiling, in a game that further explores hardships of people of color and societies living on the fringe. True colors meanwhile tethers its emotional anchor onto Alex and Gabe, two kids who suffered from domestic abuse and the horror that is the american foster care system, and further delves into the emotional and societal hardship faced by a younng,queer person of color.

I'm not gonna claim that this franchise has represented or explored all these issues perfectly. But all these themes are integral to the plot of each games and crucial to the identity of the franchise itself. I'd argue that more than any characters or relationships in any particular entries, that willingness to explore to discuss what is still under-represented not just in video games but for society at large is the biggest draw of the franchise, at least to me.

So…we've now seen two episodes of the newest entry, double exposure, and what is it trying to examine, exactly?

There's nothing in the game, so far, that suggests it wants anything to do with representing or discussing anything, in my opinion. Max's backstory is too different in either choice, so much so that they have to force Max and Chloe to split to reinforce the same theme of isolation and trauma that can be merged into one neat narrative pathway. But even then, the lack of specificity in Max's emotional response to the choices in LIS means there is no in depth exploration into her psyche, but rather just a general 'vibe' of despair and loneliness that comes with grief. Its setting is not much better either. Compared to Blackwell, the people in Caledon just seem…bland. Might be because we don't know much about them yet, but so far, again, the side characters really do seem just like they're just fulfilling the roles of murder suspects, with different mysteries and intrigues that mostly just serve as side missions ans red herrings, and not much else.

Nothing in this game so far really sticks out to me as something the writers/developers want to explore or examine. There's not a compelling enough theme or underlying commentary that ties the game together like in previous entities. Compared to how unapologetically the last few entries (LIS and LIS 2 in particular) are about their overall themes and exploration of social issues, how nothing this game feels in terms of commentary or themes, instead entirely dedicated to nostalgia and retreading familiar topics via Max, a familiar protagonist, is very troubling.

As much as I hate what they have done so far with pricefield, I really hope I am proven wrong about this particularly when the game finally drops. A Max sequel where they arbitrarily break up Max and Chloe for plot is stupid and disappointing, but a Life is Strange game with nothing to say would be truly horrific.

#life is strange #life is strange 2 #life is strange true colors #life is strange double exposure #max caulfield #sorry for the rant #and the spelling errors which are no doubt present throughout #just need to vent #at least take my mind off how dirty they did my girl chloe #its 4AM im going back to bed

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lemonthecat55 · 1 month ago

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Finally making an intro!

Hello! My name is Lemon ^^ (I still need to make a better long name than LemonTheCat55 😭)

Long ahh post warning

About me:

-Christian

-I have adhd and social anxiety

-my best friends are LunarPop(doesn't have Tumblr) and @welpimspooky

-my hobbies are drawing, animating, collecting, catching animals, and I'm practicing to be a voice actor

-furry

-she/her

-ace+straight

-single

-I'm usually nice but defensive sometimes, also mostly chill/annoying depending on who I'm with

-I do not swear or post anything inappropriate

-favorite animals: serval, maned wolf, millepede, moth, lemon shark

People that are welcome:

People with similar interests to me, nice Christians, nice people, Lgbtq+, furries/therians/kemonomimi/alt ppl, 13+

My current main interests:

Dandy's World and Dandadan

Things I enjoy/interact with:

Mouthwashing, Pressure, Regretavator, Ranma ½, Inuyasha, Made in Abyss, Centaur World, Boisvert, Fundamental Paper Education, Undertale, Femtanyl, Alex G, The Amazing Digital Circus, Fnf, Sprunki, Murder Drones

My blogs:

Creature Sprunki Au (open for asks)

Durple ask blog (currently closed)

Socials:

Last but not least, my fursona Lemon :D

#intro post #introduction #furry #sprunki #dandys world

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hispieceofcake · 9 months ago

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🕸️My thoughts and feelings on Beetlejuice 🪲 (at least for a while)

I know a lot of people probably won't care but I really want to share my thoughts and talk about this character and that's what I'm going to do, There are a lot of thoughts and feelings accumulated inside my head and I need to get them out, it's a little mess but I think it will be fun to read.

I've had this on my mind for a while, which has finally become one of my biggest, if not the biggest, hyperfocuses for now and I'm going to share a little bit of it now >:)

I really didn't think I would have the courage to post this because I'm not that confident in sharing my things but I CAN'T TAKE THIS GREEN DEMON GHOST MAN OFF MY MIND😫‼️

The beginning of this happened when I was already in another hyperfocus on the character Adam from the series Hazbin hotel on Amazon(I was already a fan since the pilot on YouTube), and then a slight curiosity hit me..."Who is his voice actor?"

So I went looking for who he was and I ended up being so interested in the actor, who is Alex Brightman (I love him a lot by the way and I can't wait to go see the musical and see him in person) and also in the characters he played and voiced, and in particular one of them won my heart.😔🩷

That's exactly what you're thinking, it was Beetlejuice.

For some reason he caught my attention and over time I ended up becoming quite fond of the character, even more so when I remembered that my parents watched the character's film when I was a child, which made me even more eager to research and look for any possible bit of information on the internet that I could find.

AND YES !

I actually achieved a lot and I'm going to share it <3

Firstly, the 1988 film, which was one of the first pieces of information I found about it, after all, it was in it that the character made his debut (apart from the story of its creator Tim Burton). And I know Beetlejuice is a pervert in this movie, but I try to ignore that and try to just look at the good side of him being a good character.

Secondly, and I think this is what caught my attention the most, is the cartoon of 1989 with the same name as the character called Beetlejuice where the character acted as the protagonist alongside Lidya (In this one there's nothing about him wanting to force her to marry him like in the movie, it's just a cartoon of them having a good friendship and being best friends).

And man, the way I was happy when found out that the cartoon had 4 seasons and about 68 episodes, I was almost like that kitten TikTok meme ✨ HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY ✨

Like, wow, a source of potential Gifs, icons, dividers, photos, edits, there was so much I could do that I didn't even know where to start because of all the hustle and bustle and animation I had (And of course I spent the next few weeks pestering my friends about it during class with every little bit of information I found🤓👆).

At the moment I'm trying to look for a website that has all the episodes together or just some, but so far I've only been able to find them on old DVDs. When I can find a website I will gather all the links and post them, so that more people can watch.

And one of the best parts...I FOUND A WHOLE COLLECTION OF 🩷VALENTINES' DAY CARDS🩷 and I'll probably make another post later to post all of them or at least their links, they're all official. This made me even more excited because I love all that romantic and cute aesthetic of the Valentine's Day season, hearts, red and pink decorations, heart-shaped candy boxes, love letters, Decorated store windows, stuffed animals, I just love everything (even though I don't have a valentine, and I don't want to🙃).

To give you an idea of how focused I was on this little green-haired corpse demon ghost man, everywhere I have the opportunity I make doodles or drawings of him all over the places, walls, notebooks, tests, napkins, classroom board, and in my sketchbook, in which I'm making an entire page dedicated just to him and Lidya, which maybe later I'll post too. Even more so after I managed to find several official reference sheets from the studio that designed and animated the cartoon, so now the drawings will be much better.💋

There is so much information that I managed to find that I am having to organize my thoughts because unfortunately I am very agitated and anything takes my focus easily, but as soon as I can really focus on that, it feels like I'm somewhere else.

But now talking about the Broadway musical, (which as said before has my beloved Alex Brightman as the main actor), I've always liked the idea of musicals, and even more so when his story is about my favorite character, and speaking of musicals, I REALLY WAS OBSESSED WITH THE SONG "SAY MY NAME" 😫🩷

And oh boy, I spend almost all day singing it or with it resonating in my mind, whenever I read, write, draw or do anything to do with Beetlejuice, I put on my headphones and listen this song as if it were the greatest masterpiece made in history.

AND I'M SORRY BUT I NEED TO SHARE THIS SONG WITH YOU GUYS

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Leaving the character a little, and going to the actor...he is simply the SWEETEST AND CUTEST MAN I'VE EVER SEEN!!

After I discovered that he voiced the characters that I like most in the Hazbin Hotel fandom and played the character that I like so much, I developed a huge affection for him, not just for his work, but because he is so sweet, fun and funny that I can't help but love everything and everything I find about this man online.

Alex Brightman bringing the character Beetlejuice to life and voicing Adam, Fizzarolli and Sir Pentious

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That's it for now ,folks, that's all I have stuck in my mind for now or at least what I can remember

I apologize if this isn't so good, I'm writing this while I'm at school at 7am after waking up at 5am while my body is sore after a presentation.

So, thank you for reading 💞

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