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hrefna-the-raven · 7 months ago

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His first

Masterlist - Horror masterlist - Misc.

Kenneth "Leatherface" Slaughter x female reader

Summary: You moved to Harlow around a year before the events of the movie and started to befriend the nice old lady who lived with her son in the old orphanage.

Notes: *sigh* I just want that old man to be happy...🥹 I took this to describe his scars, I like the idea of this concept art of Leatherface for the 2022 movie 😍

Reader: short female reader, no specific descriptions used

Part 1

You happily hummed a cheerful melody as you closed the lids of the numerous boxes filled with different fingersfoods and salads before finally packing up the large chocolate cake and a handful of candles. With a sigh of relief, you made your way up the road to the old orphanage, struggling to carry the heavy bags without throwing their contents around too much. You barely knocked at the door before it swung open, revealing a hulk of man, standing there in silence staring you down.

"Happy birthday, Kenny", you exclaimed with delight, unable to contain your giggles as you flashed him a warm smile and tenderly brushed your hand against his arm.

Kenneth froze for a moment, unsure how to react to the surprise. You had been visiting them every evening for the last year but this was the first time you were around for his birthday. For nearly fifty years, it had always just been him and Ma since he found himself stranded here. He stepped aside, gesturing for you to come inside, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. You headed straight for the kitchen where Ginny awaited your arrival while he almost ran up the stairs, the door of his room slamming shut.

"Let me help you set the table", Ginny offered, wincing slightly while she fell back unto the chair she tried to get up from.

"No, no, no, please, save your strength", you interjected, continuing to arrange plates and food on the table, "I promised to organise everything this year, so no worries."

"You're the sweetest! We were truly blessed when you moved to our lost little town and with all the things you've done for me and my Kenny."

Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around her, embracing her tightly and Ginny began to sob, motherly patting your back.

"It's only normal, you've been like a family to me, I care a lot for you both."

"Kenny feels the same way about you, you know. In fact, he's quite taken with you."

She pulled away, a suggestive smile playing on her lips, and you felt a rush of warmth spreading across your cheeks. You've grown rather fond of Kenneth, enjoying him being this silent yet gentle presence and, over time, you also learned how to interpret his different grunts and huffs, sharing precious moments together. Today, you had planned to finally confess your feelings to him but a sudden fear loomed over you like a bleak shadow. He was much older than you and had been living on his own all this time. Would he even feel the same for you? You noticed his uneasiness whenever he was around you, but that didn't necessarily mean that he shared the same feelings. It could as well mean the exact opposite and you'd ridicule yourself tonight in laying your heart out.

"I'll put the candles on, go and get the birthday boy", Ginny's voice interrupted your trail of thoughts and doubts, "I'm sure he will be all dressed up for you by now."

You nodded and made your way upstairs, taking a deep breath before knocking at the door at the end of the hallway. You heard a grumble and opened the door, smiling as you entered. Kenneth was sitting on the bed, buttoning up his shirt. You paused in your tracks, your eyes scanning his tall figure, basked in the gentle golden hue of the setting sun that shone through the window. He was truly a captivating sight, now even more so as he was dressed all in black, with a pair of finest pants held up by crimson suspenders, a fitting striped shirt with rolled-up sleeves, his long dark grey mane tamed for once and neatly bound together at the back of his head, and, the final touch, his neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper beard.

He glanced up, his eyes holding a tenderness while the rest of his body betrayed the anxiety coursing through him. You had shown him kindness and affection, yet the self-doubt would never cease to plague him. Every woman he ever met ran from him in terror and despite you having proven to be different and him being all dressed up, he could never hide his ugly. The hideous thick scar stretching across his left cheek, the permanent disfigurement of his nose after it had been broken many years ago, the crooked yellowed teeth and the fact that old age had finally caught up with him, unable to hide behind a mask, it all gnawed at him. No matter what Ma told to others, no amount of elegant clothes or sweetly spoken words could truly hide the ugliness he believed himself to possess.

Your lips parted as you drank in the image of the man before you, determined to etch it forever into your memory and, before you knew it, your body betrayed your own hesitations and stumbled forward, your hands reaching out to gently cup his cheeks while your lips pressed against his, swallowing the startled gasp that had escaped him. Kenneth found himself nearly drawning in the sea of his selfdoubt when a wave of the impossible suddenly drifted him away, carrying him to shores he'd always thought never to set foot on. He truly wanted to hold back, give you time to realise the mistake you had stumbled into, but his own body betrayed him too, acting on its own will as his arms wrapped around your waist and he finally kissed back. It was sloppy, teeth nibbling too hard at your lips before his tongue pushed past, whirling in your mouth without purpose. You were his very first, the first to not scream or run, to share kindness, and to kiss him. As you pulled away, a soft chuckle escaped your lips as you tried to regain your breath, wiping away the lingering wetness of the kiss.

Kenneth's gaze was fixed on your face, carefully observing for any indication to validate his fears but you simply smiled at him, still leaning in so closely that he could feel the heat radiating from your face while your fingertips traced the scar on his cheek.

"Shall we go down and celebrate?", you whispered, "this day...evening belongs all to you, after all."

With a quick peck on his lips, you held his hand, your fingers intertwining with his as you guided him downstairs.

The soft flickering of the candles on the cake cast a soft glow throughout the kitchen and you lead Kenneth towards the table.

"Happy birthday!", you and Ginny shouted at the same time, "make a wish!"

While Ma and you were cheering, he pulled you into a hug before kneeling next to you to rest his forehead against yours, humming softly. He knew exactly what he'd wish for this time and so he took a deep breath and blew out the candles while desperately holding back the tears that formed in the corner of his eyes.

Part 2 (18+)

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nctangelz · 10 months ago

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SOOYOUNG’S COMEBACK LIVE :: LOVE, SHHH!

ON JULY 17TH, 2022, SM went LIVE to introduce their very own, SOOYOUNG’S, comeback! the live was a total of ONE HOUR, with exclusive performances of LOVE, SHH, a cover of WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM?, and a never seen before duet between SOOYOUNG and JAEMIN.

AESTHETIC ::

ABOUT THE COMEBACK LIVE!

this live was the very first live performance of LOVE, SHH — sooyoung’s new song! sooyoung performed on a small stage, with a lighted heart behind her and all girls back up dancers! her outfit for this performance was the second from the left as pictures of above, with an adorable pink bow in her hair!

after the performance, sooyoung waved and thanked the viewers for watching her performance, smiling and winking into the camera. “thank you all for watching and supporting! I worked really hard to give you all this song - and I hope you love it as much as I do!”

“It’s a little weird for me to be on this stage by myself - i’m so used to being standing next to my members…i’m not used to having to do all the talking by myself…” sooyoung giggled. (our introverted queen)

“Is it okay if I invite some close friends?” OF COURSE SOOYOUNG ANYTHING FOR YOU 🥺

and on cue, renjun and jaemin walk in, both acting as if they are starstruck of sooyoung (they are so REAL for that!)

jaemin has a small square box in his hands, and sooyoung looks at him quizzically, “what’s in your hands there? i told you no gifts…” jaemin only pouted and said “we couldn’t resist! we had to get you something for your big debut!” sooyoung only laughed and shook her head, slightly blushing at jaemin’s sweetness. (we see you sooyoung 👀)

“go ahead, open it sooyoungie!” renjun pleaded, nudging the girl forward. sooyoung looked at the camera and counted down to three, smiling widely when she saw a cake in the box. “a cake! this is beautiful! nctzen’s, look at this!”

ISNT IT ADORABLE! in the middle it says “SHH, WE LOVE SOOYOUNG!” we love you jaemin and renjun 🫶

“did you guys go out and buy this by yourselves?” sooyoung asked, gasping when jaemin and renjun nod in affirmation. “this is beautiful! you guys did a great job picking this out!” sooyoung said, giving both of them a hug once they set the cake down.

“can we have some?” sooyoung asked, looking over at the staff, clapping when they quickly brought over plates and forks. “oooh, chocolate raspberry? my favorite cake! this looks so yummy!” sooyoung squealed, smiling widely at jaemin and renjun.

“i told you chocolate raspberry was her favorite! but no, you swore up and down it was strawberry.” jaemin joked at renjun, who only rolled his eyes. “i’m telling you, her favorite is strawberry, she begged for it for weeks last year!”

sooyoung swallowed and looked over at renjun sadly, “renjun is partly right - strawberry was my favorite…but after my birthday party i got sick - it was because i ate half of that cake but…i’ve been too traumatized to eat it since.”

renjun frowned, “i was with you all day, i never knew this happened.” sooyoung patted him on the shoulder and said, “i didn’t tell anyone because i was too embarrassed. jaemin conveniently walked in on…you know. so since then i decided chocolate raspberry is my safe favorite.”

“i told you i’m great at keeping secerts!” jaemin exclaimed. sooyoung only shook her head and continued to eat her cake, the three of them sitting on the pink stools prepared for them. sooyoung in the middle, renjun on the left and jaemin on the right.

once they all finished their cake, renjun and jaemin started asking sooyoung questions about her song!

JAEMIN: “so, sooyoung, this makes your first ever solo song! tell us about how it felt like to record a song all by your own!”

SOOYOUNG: “it was such an exciting and thrilling experience for me! i’ve been writing songs ever since i was around…thirteen? and i have helped write quite a few songs for nct dream, but I can proudly say that I pretty much wrote this entire song by myself! it’s completely my own and designed just perfectly to fit me! i couldn’t do it without my lovely producer, though! it was so much fun to discover my own sound with her! but it did get lonely, i missed getting to watch everyone record and see all your lovely smiles while i recorded. jaemin came to visit me one day in the studio, it was super sweet!”

JAEMIN: “i brought her snacks and coffee…that’s the only reason she was happy to see me, don’t let it fool you.”

SOOYOUNG: “noooo, that’s not true!” *shakes jaemin gently* “why do you tell stories like that?!” *smiles and shakes her head* “but i did kick him out when i had to get back to recording. i was nervous about you all hearing it at first - i worked so hard on this song, and i’ll admit it, when i finally let all of dream listen to it, i cried.”

RENJUN: “she did. all over my sweatshirt.” *laughs* “when I watched the MV for this first time - i loved al of your outfits because they all fit you so well. and the outfit you are wearing now, it’s so adorable and definitely screams sooyoung. i heard a rumor that you helped design your outfits, is this true?”

SOOYOUNG: “it is so weird to hear renjun be nice to me.” *giggles and pats renjun’s shoulder* “and that is true! i got a drawing pad and drew out some outfits, and i piled together a moodboard for my styles and presented it to my lovely stylist, taylor! and she loved it! she let me tag along when she was picking out the pieces, and it was a experience i’ll never forget. i got so involved in everything, and i learned so so much.”

JAEMIN: “sooyoungie! your phone is ringing! you better go get it!”

sooyoung laughed and ran off stage, smirking at the camera.

while sooyoung was gone, a few blooper scenes from the mv of LOVE, SHH was shown on the screen, jaemin and renjun narrating it and laughing at sooyoung’s clumsiness.

RENJUN: “it looks like sooyoung is finally back, and she it looks like she has something else for you all!”

and with that, the lights dimmed, renjun and jaemin left stage, and sooyoung resumed the stage, behind her mic stand, in a brand new outfit!

WHATS YOUR PROBLEM?

sooyoung has been teasing her covering a tate mcrae song FOR SO LONG on vlive, AND THE TIME HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!!

nctzens were like “WHO TF HURT THIS GIRL”

she let out all of her emotions on this song, and freely moved around the stage and really felt the song <3

“you made me hate myself just so i would love you more”, THAT GIRL SANG THAT WITH HER CHESTTTTT.

brb going to fight her ex rn

SHE DELIVERED

after, there was no pause, she disappeared and reappeared in a new fit, AND JAEMIN. SOOYOUNG AND JAEMIN DUET! THE CLUB WENT WILD!

JAEMIN & SOOYOUNG — AN EXCLUSIVE DUET

sooyoung & jaemin had to lock this song in a safe cuz THIS WAS NCTZENS FIRST TIME EVER HEARING THIS SONG (og :: hug by svt)

both of jaemin and sooyoung’s mics were decorated in pink roses, and the stage had such soft lighting, it was PERFECT.

all throughout the performance jaemin and sooyoung just looked at each other every other second and their eyes were just filled with pure LOVE for eachother

at this point they are just fueling the dating rumors…

sooyoung started crying at the end, and jaemin just smiled so lovingly towards her, SHE MELTED. she sang all through the tears, her voice cracking slightly </3

when it was over, jaemin immediately engulfed her into a hug, laughing when sooyoung hid her face in his chest

“our emotional sooyoungie,” jaemin cooed, resting his chin on sooyoung’s head.

sooyoung eventually came out of jaemin’s hug, waving and smiling through her tears at the camera.

“thank you so much for watching, nctzens! i hope you enjoyed this gift from jaemin and i…and stay tuned for when we release this gem!”

“make sure to support sooyoung with her single, “LOVE, SHH!”, cheer and love her for me!” jaemin said, and with that, sooyoung and jaemin waved goodbye, blowing kissed towards the camera.

STREAM LOVE SHH

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burningblizzard224 · 2 months ago

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I wish I knew every version of you

I know one of them, and bits of the rest.

Post 2022, Virgil, you. I know you, I know your favorite sandwich, the way you sit with bad posture, your partner, the way you make box Mac n cheese on thanksgiving, how the wind makes you cry, the light jingle of your bag, how you type, (how you type.), your love for art, your caring for people, how you have a spreadsheet of times youve cried, your pro nouns, your job, your classes, the stress of checking your grades and seeing dollar signs, your laugh, your voice, “yeah?”, how you almost cant help yourself from comforting people even though you’re not always sure how, the way you feel so light in someone’s arms when sleeping yet so present in a hug, the way your face reacts when you say something, how you can’t let go of things, you hold onto anything from a person you care about, how you lay on a couch by yourself because it still smells like them, you don’t like to shower, rather you don’t like committing to a shower, you check apps over and over again even if you know they aren’t going to post, “I don’t know what it is like not to have deep emotions. Even if I feel nothing, I feel it completely.” You’re not very good at sitting in silence, especially being still in silence, you seem so free to me, a bird who’s flying yet has so many threads pulling them back down, while Icarus couldn’t fly to high he also couldn’t fly to low, your voice, I’ve always done voices in my head but yours is different as in it’s not me doing your voice but it’s your voice, your bony hips elbows and knees, you cant lay down on the floor for to long, your bony hips have nerds sitting in a closet from years ago, your room is you, I wish you sometimes wore contacts because I think you believe you look wrong without glasses, you have only finished the cheddars pasta twice, after everything it’s still you.

Thats the only you I’ve known, but I can see the other ones in poems, photos and stories

Circa 2021 Virgil you talk about like a bad phase, who you’re embarrassed about, yet I think this is still who writes most of your poems, your phone is your friend, thats where you can watch a bunch of people play Minecraft and pretend that everything is ok, is he still in your life?, he’s still in your mind today, a ghost who haunts the words that you write, you’re starting to realize how people can lie, why would you lie, this you shaped modern day you more than almost anyone, you didn’t tell your mom about Least Favorite Only Child, you’re not an only child, when’s the last time you weren’t, are you an only child on cookie day?, drunk people scare you, you never liked Derik because of that, your clothes scream at you, has Addison Grace released that song yet?, you have friends yet feel empty, you look uncomfortable at a lunch table at times, why is everything sad, why are all these things sad, why have you become so sad, it didn’t start here, but it’s loud here, it’s so loud, yet no one will listen, why won’t anyone listen?

You did the lip sync every year, I wish I had it my camera roll, you’re different, you’re different from you, from those around you, from wanting a different name that comes from that weird kid show, to your hair, to how you dress, but you still had died hair, you change your name, you say I want sad young but I don’t think you were far behind, you’re fully aware you’re not straight, “she/her” starts sounding wrong, your Halloween costumes always impress me in photos, yet some photos you just look uncomfortable, I know less and less about you the farther we go back, yet I wish I knew every version of you

You eat chocolate so odd, eating the actual chocolate part then the middle, I wonder just how blonde your hair was, your name, I don’t know if I’ve even said it, you listen to your dad’s music in the car, your school has a giant hill in it that sucks, I think we would’ve been friends, I wish we were friends, you really are an artist, and I wish I knew more, you still have many of your stuffed animals, I wonder when you actually got Max, Mim and Jaya, the way you talk about friends is the most i think I hear this version of you, or when talking about your sister, you just want to know your cool sister, she talks about a letter you wrote for her in class, I wish you saw the smile she had on her face when we had that conversation.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 11 months ago

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Idk if this is ok but can I sent honmei choco to male Raven from the April fool’s day event ;u; (yes my thirst for Da Boi transcends dimensions) “Raven-kun!! Hi, hello!! Fancy seeing you here. I wished really hard to meet you again and I think my wish has been granted! I don’t know if you even remember little ol’ me but I remember you. I missed you more than I care to admit and, well, I made these truffles thinking of you but not knowing if I could ever deliver them. So um h-here. Be mine?”

This ask was an old one from 2022's Sweet on You/Love is in the Air Valentine's Day themed blog event! The idea was to send chocolates to your desired boy. I missed the chance to reply to this one for April Fools in 2023 so I figured I'd get it out in honor of this year's April 1st!

For people who are confused about this character 💀 There was a joke event called “Raven Redux”, which featured the reader (you!) being transported to a genderbent AU. A male Raven Crowley (my OC + blog’s mascot) then helps the reader find a way to their home universe. He ended up being uh... pretty popular?

Even if it's just for a little while... Let's return to that other world!

***Art is by tinyfantasminha!***

“A dream is a wish your heart makes.”

That was what the headmaster had told you when you came to him with your troubles. A gaping hole in your chest, a longing that had yet to be fulfilled. Crowley had looked at you with pity, warbling as he smoothed a hand over your head.

“Speak your most heartfelt dream, your wish, to the Mirror of Darkness, and it shall take you there… to him.”

Now here you stood before the portal between places… and worlds. You hugged a box of truffles to your chest and took a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut. Your reflection rippled in the mirror—then wildly distorted once you plunged into it.

A sharp exhale as coldness enveloped you. All the air from your lungs expelled, as if you were screaming with all your might, even if no words ever left your lips.

Your feet met solid ground.

You slowly opened your eyes.

The attic.

You were in Raven’s attic, her nest, her humble abode. A place built of papers and ink, tomes and tales. But was it the right Raven?

You steadily approached the feathered figure seated behind the writing desk. Each step as quiet as a mouse. No matter the Raven, you didn’t wish to disturb their creative process.

They reclined with a sigh, head draped over the top rail of their chair.

That’s…

A cap of midnight fell over his haughty face. Dark blue makeup colored closed lids, decorative dots lining his lower lashes. And there, dangling from his pointed right ear, was a golden feather earring.

He seemed set deep in thought, taking no heed of you. Willowy limbs splayed out, his vest generously opened to display the rise and fall of his chest. Dreaming, perhaps.

It was as though he was a sleeping prince encased in glass coffin. Awaiting his special someone to sweep him off his feet.

It’s him.

You cleared your throat—rousing him from his rest. He bolted upward, swiveling in your direction. His eyes were wide with alarm.

“Raven-kun!! Hi, hello!!” you called out with a bashful wave. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“You’re…!” He stopped himself, reining in his shock and replacing it with what he hoped was casual coldness. “What are you doing here, worm?!”

You giggled nervously. “I wished really hard to meet you again and I think my wish has been granted! I don’t know if you even remember little ol’ me but I remember you.”

“… By the Seven, you’re absolutely hopeless,” Raven muttered.

He drew himself up from his seat. You yelped, taking a step back. It had been too long; you’d forgotten just how tall he was compared to your typical Raven.

“My memory isn’t that bad,” he scoffed. “How could I forget the fool who dared to tread in my territory and then groveled at my feet for assistance? In any case, it looks as though you’ll be needing it a second time.

“Wishing to see me again like this, reliving that old story… You must be truly desperate, hmm?”

Ah, yes. There it was—his silver tongue, sharpened for use as a bladed weapon. A dishonest defense.

Your chest fluttered.

“I missed you more than I care to admit,” you confessed, cheeks warming, “and, well, I made these truffles thinking of you but not knowing if I could ever deliver them.”

You held out the box of truffles to him.

“So, um… h-here.”

“This is…” Raven hesitated. “A heart-shaped box secured with a sparkling ribbon, with chocolates inside… It’s the sort of thing gifted to long-held crushes and lovers. You… You’re not being serious, are you?”

But you nodded, refuting him.

“I’m totally serious about you, Raven-kun,” you declared, your voice trembling. “B-Be mine?”

Surprise flickered through his face. Subtle, fleeting. His arrogance then returned, an attempt to cover the moment of weakness.

“Hoh? What’s this? Seems you grew a spine since last we met.” Wearing a smirk, Raven plucked the truffles up. “It would be rude of me to refuse your offering after you’ve pleaded for my affection and traveled all this way.”

“Y-You accept them? My feelings…”

“I didn’t say that.” He waggled a finger. The truffles, shoved inside of a drawer like some treasure stowed away for safekeeping. “Sweets and sentiments are two entirely different matters. I’m afraid that a bird is never to be tied down—the sky always calls to it.”

“Oh.” You deflated, lowering your gaze to the ink-stained floor. “Th-That’s okay, I shouldn’t have assumed…”

"Don’t make that sorry expression,” Raven sighed, frowning. "Sadness is unbecoming. No one wears it well."

I despise seeing on you. Because of me, you're making such a face... and I cannot even bring myself to properly apologize.

His chest ached.

“Look at me. Hate me,” he had once written--the tale of his isolating curse. “It is a better fate than languishing in history and being forgotten altogether.”

Suddenly, the short distance between the two of you seemed like oceans apart.

He could reach out, offer his hand. He could blurt out all that was running through his mind.

I was so lonely ever since you left. Let's make up that lost time. Tell me about yourself, about your world. How have you been? Do you still care for me, despite going through all my vitriol?

But he couldn't. No, he shouldn't.

Raven sucked in a breath through his teeth. Dancing with danger, tempting fate. He would dare, this one time.

“... Come here.”

"What?"

"I said, come here," he repeated, a little louder. His arms were out, hesitantly spread just wide enough for you to slip in. Raven, embarrassed, hastily glanced away from you.

“I failed to prepare a gift to return the favor—of course, you can’t really blame me, can you? Your appearance was unannounced. Accept this in its place… one moment of respite in my arms."

“R-Really?!”

“Hurry up before I change my mind.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

It was strange, shuffling into the folds of his arms. You had never been this close to him before—body and body, soul to soul. He smelled of pages and chilled rain, the darkness and the stars between it.

Raven was a painting come to life, speckled with intricate details you could only glean from up close. The curious twinkle in his eyes, the way his long, dark lashes flutter like wings, the pout to his mouth. From far away, he presented cool, untouchable.

Now…

He was strangely gentle. Almost vulnerable.

A bird crafted of glass, set to shatter by your hand.

“… Stop staring,” Raven grumbled. “I’ve told you before, haven’t I? It’s terribly rude. Not an ounce of good manners in you, is there?”

“Haha… No, I guess not,” you replied softly—noncommittal as you nestled snuggly into him.

“Hmph. Getting comfortable so soon?”

“Yup. Your feathers are fluffy and warm.”

A scoff. “… For what it’s worth, we can stay like this for as long as you like. Be thankful for my magnanimity.”

You smiled, and it set his pulse drumming. A new idea, born.

“I am.”

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zakumipink · 2 years ago

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[2022] Animal Crossing Pocket Camp

January

• Tortimer's Origami Party (Flowers and Bugs)

• Glimmering Ice Plaza

• Frosty Feast

February

• Celeste's Chocolate Terrace (Flowers and Bugs)

• Priceless Jewels Exhibit

• Cozy Canine Room

March

• Leif's Flower Frolic (Flowers and Bugs)

• Succulent Garden

• Marvelous Music Box

April

• Katie's Sakura Cruise (Flowers and Bugs)

• Blossoming Imperial Garden

• Boutique

May

• Gracie's Glass Garden (Flowers and Bugs)

• Glassworks Shop

• Naptime Pillows

June

• Reese's Hydrangea Haven (Flowers and Bugs)

• Special Delivery Service

• Laundromat

July

• Isabelle's Tanabata Tour (Flowers and Bugs)

• Summertime Festival

• Fun Flouroscents

August

• Orville's Tropical Festival (Flowers and Bugs)

• Summer Plaza

• Marketplace

September

• Celeste's Moongaze Mixer (Flowers and Bugs)

• Quiet Fall Park

• Fragant Cheesery

October

• Jack's Sorcery School (Flowers and Bugs)

• Alchemy Workshop

• Ghoulish Graveyard

November

• Isabelle's Glowing Garden (Flowers and Bugs)

• Fairy-Tale Travels

• Symphony

December

• Jingle's Crafty Toy Day (Flowers and Bugs)

• Festive Steamy Soup

• Jolly

#My Acpc 2022 #my acpc #acpc camp #animal crossing pocket camp #acpc #animal crossing #acpc complete

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savanaclaw1996 · 1 year ago

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Lunch Trade-Ace Trappola x G/N! Reader (TwstOber 2022)

Day 1: Trade from the TwstOber2022 list from @raven-at-the-writing-desk. Enjoy!

Warnings: none, just pure fluff!

Word Count: 415 words.

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"Awww, man! No fair!" Ace groaned in disappointment. Earlier this afternoon, he was standing in the cafeteria, eagerly hoping to snag the food item he had his eye on for the past three weeks.

But when it was his turn to get the food item that he wanted, he saw that it wasn't there, much to his utter dismay. Disheartened, he went over towards the table he and his friends usually sat at and slumped into his seat.

Deuce, (Y/N) and Grim all looked at Ace, noticing his gloomy expression. "What's the matter, Ace?" you asked, tilting your head with concern. Ace merely sighed. "The menu item I wanted wasn't there." he replied.

"Man, I've been eyeing it for three whole weeks, and just when I had a chance to nab it..." He then sighed. "Can't be helped. Better luck next time, I guess..." (Y/N) looked at him with sympathy. Ace really had his heart set on that specific menu item.

"What was that specific menu item you wanted?" Deuce asked. "It was a new brand of cherry pie. I heard that the bakery was selling them out. I kinda expected them to sell out pretty quickly, but I never imagined they'd sell out that fast." Ace replied.

"Aw... That's too bad." you said sympathetically. Then, you reached into your bag and pulled out a mini pie-shaped box. "Then would you like to have mine?" (Y/N) asked, holding out the cherry pie box towards Ace. Ace's cherry-red eyes widened when he saw that you had the food item that he badly wanted.

"Hey, you've got the last one!" he exclaimed. (Y/N) nodded. "Yep! I managed to nab it before they sold out." you said. "I see you've got my favorite food item in your hand." You pointed at a chocolate horn pastry in Ace's hand.

Then a thought crossed Ace's mind. "So, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked, giving you a smirk. (Y/N) nodded. "Oh, yeah." you said. "Lunch trade!"

And so, Ace traded you the chocolate horn pastry for the cherry pie. "Trade complete!" the two of you shouted triumphantly. With that, you both enjoyed your respective treats. "Thanks for the trade, (Y/N)." Ace said gratefully. "It was nothing, Ace. Besides, I was saving it for you." you said, giving him a flirty wink. "'Cause I love you."

Ace blushed. Jeez, was he lucky to have you as an S/O? "Love you too, babe." he said, hiding his blush with his hands.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #ace trapolla x reader #twst ace #ace trappola x reader #ace trapolla #ace trappola #gender neutral reader #twst x gn reader #twstober #twistober2022 #twstober2023

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moriburnd · 1 year ago

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The One Behind the Shadows

pairing: suna rintarou x fem!reader

tags: fluff, broken eng, the reader is described as loving bread, self-indulgence.

In the past few weeks you've been receiving shipments of snacks and sometimes medicine. It's not uncommon for Suna to notice someone hanging a plastic bag over your fence. If you want to be honest, you're very curious about people who always deliver snacks. So after sending your last speech bubble to Suna, you immediately picked up your cardigan behind the door and went downstairs to the front door. You're hoping the person who's been sending you a snack and some sore throat medicine hasn't left your house.

But when you open the door in front of you, all you see is Suna covered in his black hoodie and a hand carrying a bag of snacks. Confused, that's how you feel right now. Suna smiled slightly with one hand on his nape. "Hi," greets Suna to you who is still confused.

"Huh... Where is that person? What is that?" you asked with your index finger pointing at a plastic bag full of snacks in Suna's hand.

Suna raised one hand, moving his index finger to your forehead, giving a slight push to his index finger. "Take a guess."

You try to untangle all the tangled threads in your head, connecting each incident one by one. You looked at Suna and the white plastic bag in his hand alternately, until finally you were able to untangle and find the end of the tangled threads in your head. "Could it be that you've always been the one giving me all that?" Suna nodded in response to your question.

"Why? Why did you do all that?" you asked again with your head slightly tilted, making you look adorable in Suna's eyes.

"Let me come in or at least sit down first, can't meet you at the door like this, can i?" After that, you invite Suna to enter your house. Suna sat in the living room, while you went to the kitchen to get drinks for the two of you, and followed Suna into the living room.

"Okay, now, explain. Why did you bother giving everything in secret, when you could just give it to me directly," you said firmly.

"I'm doing all this because... I don't know, I just want to do this. Lately I always feel unprepared every time I want to meet you, maybe you could say I'm nervous. I'm also afraid of you rejecting all the things I give, that's why I did all this," explained Suna.

The lavender scent from the reed diffuser on the living room table made Suna remember the days when he secretly hung plastic bags filled with food, snacks, drinks, and even medicine to relieve your sore throats at the gate of your house.

Day 1, January 2 2022

Suna, who had just returned from the studio after meeting with his friends, saw a bakery, he decided to stop by that shop. There, Suna bought a portion of bread because suddenly he remembered you, you really like bread, he even remembered your favorite flavor, namely chocolate cheese.

Wrapped in his black hoodie, Suna secretly hung a plastic bag filled with bread at the gate of your house, and immediately rushed home. Then he sent you a message saying, 'I saw someone dropping food at the gate of your house earlier'. The message was sent solely so that you would check outside to pick up the plastic bag he was hanging.

Day 2, 08 January 2022

From the balcony of his room, Suna saw you who had been pacing around in your own room. Suna, who was curious, decided to ask you. After getting the answer, he took the initiative to go to the minimarket, buy 3 boxes of milk to give you as a substitute for coffee, this is because you are allergic to coffee.

Suna also didn't forget to insert a sticky note on the 3 milk boxes. 'Don't drink coffee, just drink this.' That's more or less the message written on the sticky note.

Again and again, Suna quickly and secretly hung a plastic bag containing 3 cartons of milk on the fence of your house, this time he pressed your doorbell so that the owner of the house came out to get the shopping bags.

Day 3, 12 January 2022

You are a cheerful person and also talk a lot, but today you are quieter than usual, which makes dozens— even thousands of question marks pop up in Suna's head. He wonders why you're not as cheerful as usual. Taking his cellphone which was on the table, Suna decided to send you a chat bubble which said, 'Why are you staying quiet all day? Usually, you're talkative'.

Not long after, an incoming message appeared in the notification, the message was from you. The message said, 'I can't, I can't talk. My throat hurts'. After reading the message, Suna immediately ordered uber to ask for sore throat relief candy to be bought and sent to your address. Don't forget, he also told the uber he ordered to insert a sticky note that said 'Get well soon' with a heart symbol at the end of the sentence.

Not long after, the uber ordered by Suna reported that the package had been received by a young man with slightly pink hair. Suna knew for sure that it was your little brother who had received the package from him.

"Rinnnn," you called, bringing Suna back to his consciousness.

"Why?"

"You didn't hear what I said, did you? I asked you earlier, why are you nervous? Even though before you were normal," you repeated because Suna apparently didn't hear your question.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm nervous because I like you." A second later, your face immediately turned red like a crab that had just been boiled. You were silent in a thousand words, didn't know how to respond to Suna's words, what you knew now was that your heart was beating quite fast due to the sentence said by Suna. You immediately turned your attention to something else when you felt your face starting to heat up, then you used both hands to cover your increasingly red face. "Seriously, don't joke like this!" you shouted at Suna.

"I'm serious, not joking. I really liked you from the moment we met. You're the reason I always come to your flower shop."

"Okay, I understand. Don't talk yet, shut up. My heart can't stand it anymore, it feels like it's going to sink to my knees!" You panicked because your heart was beating faster when Suna continued his sentence.

Suna obeyed your words, although it wasn't long before he spoke again. "I'm not forcing you to answer now, but... I want us to go to the next level together, I want us to make our own journey."

You, who had started to calm down a little, turned your body to face Suna, your hand grabbed Suna's big hand. Your thumb gently stroked the back of Suna's hand. "You didn't ask me to answer now, but I want to answer now. Let's make our own journey, Rin, I cherish you too," you replied to Suna. Without warning, Suna immediately pulled you into his warm embrace.

That night, the sound made by Suna's heartbeat became a beautiful melody for you.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x you #hq #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna rintarou

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equallyshaw · 1 year ago

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reunion's - cillian murphy x actress oc

- these are my literal guilty pleasure, so it only made sense to do one myself.

- takes place right after oppenheimer ends filming and the premiere of it

-has a few time skips

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 3.0K

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tana looked up from her laptop that she had been scouring for the past few hours, reading a short script over and over again. in between a bottle of wine and thai takeout, ofcourse. it was nearing 2 am when she heard her california home front door open, she looked up, her tabby cat still at her feet. she stood up unsure of who it could be, but then heard the distinct Irish accent that she'd come to love over the past 2 years. and that's when she saw him walking towards her. he smiled widely, holding a bouquet of peonies and a box of chocolate. her favorites. "hi my love." he said softly setting the gifts down, and pulled the girl into a big hug. she looked up at him and smiled, before kissing him. they melted into the kiss, familiar yet unfamiliar. he'd been shooting oppenheimer for the past 60-something days while she had been in vancouver shooting the last episodes her character had in riverdale...how she went from peaky blinders to riverdale will amaze her for the rest of time. she'd be back in vancouver shortly for pilot season. "hi baby.." she whispered as they parted before she pecked him one last time. he dipped her, causing her to giggle and he placed one more kiss before moving back to grab her gifts. she took the gifts, marveling at the flowers and gave him a cheeky smile for the chocolates. he smirked, taking ahold of rodgers; her 6 year old tabby. she adopted him around civil war with captain america vs iron man and named him after the great steve rodgers. cillian kissed the tabby, before setting him back down. tana moved over into the kitchen to place the flowers into a vase, and set the chocolate near the expresso machine. she set the flowers above the sink and smiled. cillian came up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her. they'd have tonight before reality set back in.

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tana and cillian met on the set of peaky blinders in 2021, right after the second wave of the pandemic hit. as fate would have it, they lived down the hall from one another as cillian was going through it with his wife. the two had been having issues for years and the pandemic only amplified them. he confided in her, and in turn she came to adore the man. in ways she knew she shouldn't, so once her character's time came to an end on the show, she skipped back to los angeles before hiking it up to riverdale in vancouver, of march 2022. the two didn't see each other then until november 2022 when cililan came to toronto to do some filming for a video short. the two rekindled where they had left off. cillian's divorce just had been finalized and so he had the freedom to do whatever his heart pleased. but for tana who was 27 in november, the logistics of coming out to the world was not necessarily good. bleak. grim, even. for him and for her, the age gap between the two would be the focal point and not that they cared deeply for one another. tana woke up a little bit before cillian, and she was cuddled into his chest. she moved some stray hair out of his eyes softly. she hummed to herself, and as cillian heard that as he pretended to be asleep he begun to tickle her. she jumped and squealed as he did so, as it was the death of her. she ended up rolling onto the floor, and as soon as she landed with a thud she erupted with laughter. cillian quickly looked over, and relaxed as he heard her contagious laugh. she pushed a foot towards him, as if to keep his distance. he put his hands up in defense playfully and she got up. cillian eyed his shirt that hung over her body. "have i ever told you that you in my clothes..just does it for me?" he questioned cheekily, and she rolled her eyes. "yeah yeah yeah." she said throwing a stray pillow at him before walking out of the room. she walked out and went to go feed her cat, and make some expresso. as she scrolled on her phone and responded to messages, cillian walked in planted a kiss on her head before getting a nespresso for himself. he walked to the fridge, grabbing some creamer for tana and milk for him. "you really need to get some tea, love." he said softly and she stiffled a laugh. he was playing with fire, this morning she thought. jokingly ofcrouse. "I'm american, we don't drink breakfast tea." she said in a posh british accent and he cringed causing her to laugh. "yes ill grab more today...besides i didn't know you'd be stopping by. so that's on you buddy." she smirked sipping her coffee now. "oh is that so?" he asped wrapping his arms around the girl. because of how fleeting their time together was, they made the most of it, and usually could never keep their hands to themselves. innocently and not so innocently.

it was around 2 pm that day as they were watching the office together the steve carrell version, he got a call from his agent. his demeanor changed, and then he stood up walking into the bedroom. she thought nothing of it, and waited for him to return. cillian's heart and mind fought with one another. his heart told him to stay, while his head told him to leave. his agent had tipped him off that the daily mail or the daily fail was about to put out a article, detailing his and tana's relationship..from the very beginning. somebody had told them, and he was trying to figure out who. his agent told him to get his arse back to ireland, so they could do some media damage. but he just didn't want to leave tana to the wolves. he wanted to face everything together. but his agent had said this will look badly on them, more her than him. she'd be seen as somebody with 'daddy issues' (nothing wrong with that tho!) while he'd be seen as a womanizer and that could benefit him. he bit his cheek as he quickly gathered his things. when he didn't come back in, she went go to see if he was still on the phone. as she opened the door, her heart dropped. "you're leaving?" she questioned, and he paused briefly. "ye-yeah my agent needs me to come back for an audition." he said not looking up at her. she nodded, biting her cheek. she felt tears pool her eyes, why was he being secretive? she felt her chest rise, knowing she would be crying momentarily. he picked up on her scattered breathing, and as he looked up she was out of the doorway. he finished packing and walked out to find her. "tana?" he questioned and he found her in the little reading nook in her office. she looked out the window, not wanting to turn. and she knew if she did, she'd start sobbing uncontrollably. "just- just don't. don't say a damn word, because nothing is going to make up for the fact that you're leaving because youre terrified!" she seethed now looking at cillian. his heart dropped, knowing she knew. she shook her head biting her lip, sighing. "my agent told me last night right before you got here." she said setting her feet on the ground in front of her. "you're being a fucking coward, cill. a fucking coward!" she threw at him, before shaking her head. "i thought differently of you...so fucking different." she said wiping her eyes, getting rid of her tears. "you-you fucking promised cill. fucking promised." she seeted, pointing a fingers towards his chest. his eyes followed with tears, so evident in his blue eyes. "get the hell out." she said calmly, before sitting back down on the nook and looking out the window. cillian swallowed, watching for a brief moment, before walking out. shattering the young girl's heart.

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the two would not see each other until the premiere of oppenheimer in london. tana had come a few days early to stay with florence in her london flat before the hotel stay where they'd get ready. the two had become thick of thieves after working on the critically acclaimed, midsommar. ever since then, they had been best friends. the pair were in their conjoined suites, with their respective hair and makeup teams, and stylists. for the first time in her career, chanel had sent over personalized dresses for her to choose from, and she chose a dashing and daring silver rose gold dress, that plunged a bit at the front. "you nervy?" florence questioned walking in on camilla as she was inspecting her dress. she smoothed down the dress, and she nodded to florence; making eye contact in the mirror. "well you look hot, so he's gonna have to say something." florence smirked and the two went on to take some photos together. they arrived at the premiere, and tana's stomach fluttered with butterflies. they'd be the first people on the carpet, and first for the movie in florences cast. florence was met with a rupture of screams, and tana even earned her own as she stepped onto the carpet. peaky blinders had given the international fanbase she'd bee gunning for, and now it seems there were a few waiting for the premiere. she watched florence do some solo shots, and took one on her phone of florence before their agent pushed them together. the crowd went wild, and the two laughed contagiously, and cillian would know that laugh from anywhere. as he walked up to the carpet, he saw tana looking the most beautiful he'd ever seen her. she look confident, calm and collected and most of all, she seemed genuinely happy. and that was all he wanted for her. the pair took some more photos before florence pushed her away to make tana take some solo shots. she waved to some fans who went wild, and that's when she momentarily made eye contact with cillian. and for some reason, that unleashed one hell of a confidence boost. florence walked towards cillian who gave her a knowing look, he knew she set this whole thing up. "TANA - TANA - TANA!" florence chanted with the crowd, and tana's cheeks turned crimson pink. she shook her head, before walking towards her agent. she laughed loudly at whatever the agent said before the two made their way over to the interviews. "you fucked up cill, royally." florence said pushing him softly, before taking photos with each other. and then the queen emily blunt showed up and florence quickly ran over to hug and take pictures. emily laughed at cill's response, before the two walked over. "did florence tell you that you fucked up royally?" emily said turning towards the camera and speaking through clenched teeth. florence snickered and cillian nodded. "yep, and i know it wont be the end of it tonight." and emily clapped him on the back, "atta boy." she said before matt damon joined in.

tana took in some interviews, "how does it feel to see your ex on the big screen like this?" one of them asked, and she smiled diplomatically. "its amazing! to see how he did in peaky blinders and to now grace the big screen is wonderful! he definitely deserves this moment, and as an audience member i cannot wait to see what it entails." she smiled genuinely, before stepping back. "can i go inside?" she questioned, who told their publicist that they were going inside. "all for florence." the american girl muttered to herself as they walked into the theater.

yet they never made it to the movie, because on the other side of the world in california, they declared the protest between sag aftra and production companies/houses. florence dragged tana to an after party at the soho house. as florence partied on, tana sat at the bar on her phone. she spoke to her parents about the strike and found that they were already on the picket lines, for their daughter who couldn't just yet. she facetimed them, and saw all of it. "you guys are too cute! see yall soon." she beamed, before ending the facetime. she typed away to another friend, and another producer. things were becoming real for them and her stomach turned with anxiety. "mind if i join?" she heard the familiar Irish accent that made her stomach skip. she did not bother to look at him as she finished her cranberry vodka, holding it up for another one. he sat down without a word. he ordered his usual pint of beer, and they sat in silence waiting for their drinks. her phone buzzed with a selfie from her parents, they had taken with an actor friend of hers, maia mitchell. she hearted the image. she thanked the bartender for her drink and then cillian received his. "your parents on the picket lines?" he questioned, already knowing the answer. her parents had always been politically active, and this movement proved no different for them. "ye-yeah. i facetimed them as they were hitting hour number 3." she mused sipping her drink. "i figured." he mused, "that they'd be supporting something that means so much to them." she added to his comment and his eyebrows raised. "list-" she cut him off, "i get that you didn't want your career to be clouded, bu-but did you think for a second what it would do to mine, huh? or at least how you leaving would make me feel ? answer me that much cillian." and there it was. she'd used his full name and not just cill, he had come to love to hear from her.

"no, i didn't. i was in too much of a hurry to consider anything else." he answered honestly, and she felt her heart sink. she already knew his answer, but hearing him confirm it hurt even more. she nodded, "i figured. i so fucking figured." she seethed drinking more of her drink. "if you had, maybe things would of been different. or maybe just maybe, i wouldn't have wasted 7 months of filming falling for you." she quipped, chugging the rest of her drink; slammed it on the counter and texted florence she was taking a taxi back to the hotel. cillian sat at the bar, the rest of the night. tana had made it back to the hotel around 1 am, and as soon as she shut the conjuring suite door, she broke down sobbing. she felt as if her heart was about to break out of her chest, as she heaved. the brunette ripped off her jewelry and dress, before slipping on the white robe the hotel had for each guest. she went to the bathroom, to clean off her makeup. as soon as she saw her reflection, she cried harder. she stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes more, before walking out to go lay down. as she was passing the door, a loud knock was pounded. her eyebrows crinkled, with confusion. she wiped her eyes, and looked through the peephole before opening it to cillian. "what?" she asked, defeatedly. she was done, done with feeling the way she did about cillian. cillian took in the girl's broken composure. his eyes watered watching her crumbling before his eyes. "tana." was all he said before he stepped in, wrapping his arms around her. he shut the door behind them, and slowly made his way over to the bed with her.

he held her too his chest as she sobbed, his heart breaking knowing he caused this. she continued to cry for the next 10 minutes before she looked up at cillian who had already been looking at her for a few minutes. "why didn-didn't you stay? when you knew that would hurt me?" she questioned through broken sobs. his heart broke, and he brought her in for a kiss. she melted into the kiss feeling salty tears hit her cheeks. they pulled apart and she wiped his. he smiled weakly, and her in awe of his vulnerability, once again. she hadn't seen him cry since he put in motion the divorce. "cill.." she whispered wiping more tears as she whispered his name. "wh-why are you here?" she questioned, softly. "to tell you that...it hurt me too. that I'm sti-still hurting." he said weakly, and her heart now broke even more. "cill-" he cut her off, "i haven't stopped thinking about how we left things and in turn, can't turn off the memories that we made together. and i just, i miss you, I'm sorry." he cried. she brought him into her neck trying to comfort him. she allowed him to cry now, feeling vulnerability seep through his suit. his see-through suit. cillian calmed down after a few minutes, "cill.." she said and he looked up at her. "tell me what you know i want to hear, and ill be yours once again." she said softly and he nodded. "i want you, i have always wanted you. what i feel for you is stronger than anything i felt for my ex wife...and i want our lives together, in private and in public." he said confidently. and tana was sold. she smiled widely, before kissing him. they kissed the whole night, catching up and talking. oh, and laughing occasionally. florence came home sometime later and heard the two giggling like fools, and banging on the suite doors. "i swear to god if you fuck, I'm killing you lot!" she yelled and the two laughed, loudly. florence smirked, texting emily the good news.

tana and cillian spent the night forging a plan to go public, and how they wanted to spend time between los angeles and ireland. "ireland." tana hummed, and cillian had a twinkle in his eye. "ireland?" he questioned and she nodded. "take me home." she smiled before he gave her the biggest kiss of the night.

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@thetana: London you were smashing xx

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@florencepugh: absolutely adore you lady

@emilyblunt: hope my trash talking helped things move along

@johnkrasinski: had the best office quote off

@rdj: see you on the picket line, lady !

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hope you all enjoyed! pls like a reblog if you did (:

#cillian murphy #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy x oc #cillian murphy fic #cillian murphy one shot #peaky blinders #oppenheimer #cillian murphy x actress #florence pugh #emily blunt

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impishtubist · 1 year ago

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knocks on door

If it's not too rude to bother you--

Trick or treat? :D

Okay so I haven't been paying attention to this ask box game but @elder-millennial-trash tells me I am supposed to post a fic snippet. Also it's not her birthday month yet, so I am allowed to cause immense pain for the next 7 hours.

Here's a lil snippet from an abandoned fic, circa early 2022, where Sirius and Remus raise Harry but aren't romantically involved:

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Remus fixes three mugs of hot chocolate. He hands one to Sirius and steers him over to the sofa.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” he says, and carries the other two mugs upstairs, along with a package of biscuits. He knocks gently on Harry’s door and says, “Hazza? It’s Uncle Moony. I’ve got some of Granny Hope’s special hot chocolate. Can I come in?”

There’s a sniffle, and then a quiet, “Yeah.”

Harry’s room is dark except for the lights on the ceiling that form his favorite constellations, the ones Sirius had charmed soon after Harry had come to live with him. He’s curled up in an armchair, clutching Padfoot the Second to his chest, staring bleakly out of the window at the falling snow. Tears glisten on his face, and Remus has never seen him so dejected.

“Hi, Bambi,” he says softly, coming over to sit in the other armchair. He sets their mugs on the low coffee table and pulls out the package of biscuits. Harry hastily wipes his cheeks and reaches for a biscuit. “I expect you to eat at least three of those. Grandpa Lyall made them for me for the last moon.”

“‘Kay, Moony,” Harry says, and he sets about his task very seriously.

“How about some music?” Remus goes over to Harry’s record player and flips through the albums he has sitting on the shelf nearby. “Queen? ABBA? Bowie?”

“Bowie, please,” Harry says, and Remus selects an album at random and puts it on, keeping the volume low.

Remus returns to his armchair, where he sips from his mug and watches Harry alternate between his own hot chocolate and nibbling on the biscuits. He’s learned, in the short time that Sirius has had Harry, that it’s best not to probe for answers. Harry will talk about what’s bothering him in his own time.

Harry eats two biscuits and drinks half the hot chocolate before he sits back in his chair, wrapping both arms around Padfoot the Second again.

“Moony,” he says quietly, “am I bad?”

“No, Harry,” Remus says firmly. “Of course you’re not. You’re the best little boy I know. Who told you you were bad?”

“No one,” Harry mutters, combing his fingers through his stuffie’s fur. Silent tears start to trace their way down his cheeks again. Harry has always been a quiet crier thanks to his time with the Dursleys, and Sirius and Remus haven’t been able to break him of the habit yet.

“Do you want a hug?” Remus asks softly, opening his arms. Harry quickly scrambles into them. Remus holds him tight, rubbing his back. Ten months of proper meals have made a world of difference, but Harry is still small for his age, and he fits easily onto Remus’s lap. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

“I called Padfoot dad,” Harry says, his voice muffled by Remus’s cardigan, “and he got mad.”

“He did?” Remus asks, working hard to keep the surprise out of his voice. Harry nods vigorously.

“He says he’s not my dad, and I couldn’t call him that.” Harry pushes himself up to look at Remus with teary green eyes. “Is he gonna send me back?”

“No,” Remus says, pulling Harry to his chest again. “No, Harry, he is never sending you back to those people, and he isn’t mad at you. Padfoot loves you so much.”

But this only makes Harry cry harder, his thin shoulders shaking. “Then why doesn’t he want me?”

“Oh, Harry…”

“Everyone else gets to have a dad!” Harry says. “Why doesn’t Padfoot want to be mine?”

#sirius black #harry potter #remus lupin #good godfather sirius black #imp is writing #i'm not sorry

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emkayewrites · 7 months ago

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Another update to my very slow-burn #Lukola fanfiction, inspired by these two and their banter...

(Excerpt taken from Chapter 11 of 'Curtain Fall')

27th July 2022 – London (UK)

“Oh. My. God. What have I walked into here?”

Nicola stood still, mouth agape.

Luke rolled his eyes at her reaction.

They were in the living room of the apartment he shared with his girlfriend. Dark blue curtains framed a big bay window that bought daylight into the room. A dark green sofa and armchair faced the window and a flatscreen TV. Further back in the room, there was a modest-sized dining table with two chairs. All in all, it was a small space that felt lived in and cosy.

Nicola was still stood at the entryway, her eyes fixated on what had been artfully arranged across the well-worn sofa. There was what seemed to be at least six different soft toys of varying shapes and sizes; there was a large Dalmatian dog, a brown-coated teddy bear and a few Squishmallows. They were positioned around what seemed to be the centerpiece which was a large bouquet of red roses already placed into a deep blue vase and a few separately framed photos of Jade dressed in various costuming from theatre productions she had been involved in. One of the photos was from the opening night of 101 Dalmatians which Nicola had attended only a few weeks prior. Accompanying the flowers and photos was an impressively sized box of Lindt chocolates and a gift bag that had a Champneys Spa logo on the front.

“Alright, get it out of your system.” He said with some amusement in his voice.

“It’s giving shrine.” Nicola stated.

Luke laughed good-naturedly. He moved towards the table where there was an already-lit Jo Malone candle, an orange ceramic teapot, two small teacups and a lot of paperwork strewn about.

“I was hoping it was giving your boyfriend loves you very much, well done on all your hard work, I’m really proud of you – oh and sorry I’m going to be working so much for the next couple of months.” He started to pour what looked like green tea into each of the cups.

“Well, I guess a harem of plushies is easier than fitting all that on a card.” Nicola quipped, following him towards the table.

He laughed again. “Alright, I get taking the piss but do you have to cheapen it by calling it a shrine and a harem?”

“Deal, as long as I can keep taking the piss because this is just... I mean, I’m going to need some time to absorb you in your natural element.” Nicola gestured around the room.

“My natural element? Do I want to hear this?”

“The little pot of tea, the candles, the definitely-not-standing-in-attendance-for-a-ritual-sacrifice-cuddly-toys – it’s all very cute. Jade is a lucky woman.” She did mean the words she was speaking. It was all very sweet. It was just even easier to mock. He could tell she was trying to keep her face straight.

“I’m never inviting you here again.” He stated matter-of-factly, taking a sip of his tea. “I pity the man who buys you flowers.”

It was a lighthearted remark but something about it stung.

Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Ezra remained hot and cold in his messages with her. There were days where he would text and call prolifically, bestowing every ounce of attention on her. Then came the days she had dubbed the drought. She was aware she felt neglected, and her feelings were getting hurt. She responded to these emotions with frustration at herself for placing too much expectation on the situation and on him. Why can’t I just be cool? She thought.

She forced a small laugh in response to Luke’s remark as she shook off her jacket and sat down opposite him. They were sat around a table so small their knees were practically touching.

She suddenly felt conscious of her outfit choice. She was dressed in jeans and a black low-cut top that flattered her body. She had not put too much thought into her clothes; favouring something comfortable and somewhat stylish was her go-to protocol for getting dressed. Now in such close proximity to him, something about how ample her cleavage was in that top felt inappropriate. In fact, she felt as if she had seen his eyes travel across her body as she had seated herself, but when she looked at him directly, he was studiously rifling through the pages in front of him. She had to remind herself that her mind often played tricks on her when she felt self-conscious; it made her feel as if the entire room was eyeing her up, judging her and her body. She tried to shift her mind from focusing on how intimate the setting felt and onto the work they were there to do.

“I’ve got Lizzy’s questions for consideration, and then I put down some of my own thoughts. We could go through it?” He asked, his mind seemingly a million miles away from hers.

“I did the same.” She dug out a small notebook and pen from her jacket pocket. “So, the question is - how can I help you get through the scenes?”

He eyed the page before him. “Right. Well, firstly, I’m scared you’re just going to laugh in my face when we film – God knows where I got that complex from.” He shot her a look, and she smirked back.

“Then, it’s the obvious one. I just want to not feel weird when I’m naked, man.” He shrugged.

“Yeah, reasonable request and I’ll co-sign that one.” She agreed.

“I think we were getting somewhere in the New Forest with the first one though.” He continued. “I’ve not been method before but something about being in Colin’s head like that was good, and I think you were warming up to him too.”

She considered this. “You’re right. And we have a proper script now, we can get comfortable with saying the words to each other and then layer in the emotions – rehearse the romance into the scenes. I think that practice will help me stay in scene.”

“Another obvious one – touching each other.” He was reading off the paper in front of him. “In a few episodes we go from a pretty chaste kiss to – well carriage scene.”

“Oooh yeah, Pen and Colin get pretty comfortable pretty quick.” She laughed. “So we have just the teeny tiny task of acting out passion that goes zero to one hundred. Not easy.”

“I think the more we act scared of it and build it up, the worse it’s going to be” He spoke in tone that suggested he was trying to convince himself as much as her. “It’s acting, it’s a touch that means nothing to us and we should just get comfortable with that.”

“Fully down with that.”

“Have you ever done the intimacy hierarchy?”

Nicola wracked her mind. “I don’t think so.”

“It’s a warm-up for intimate scenes.” He explained. “You start with touch that’s less intimate like a handshake and gradually work your way towards more intimacy – within your boundaries obviously – so you might end with a kiss on the cheek. My last theatre gig, the romantic leads were starting with a hug and ending with a French kiss!”

As he spoke, the familiarity of the approach dawned on her. She had indeed worked through acting exercises like this, albeit the Galway Acting School had a slightly less sophisticated name for the technique.

“That’s an excellent idea, Luke.” She took a sip of the tea, the tart taste felt refreshing on her tongue.

“I feel like we’re close enough to just start with the kiss.” He said the words in a casual manner. Regardless, something about them caused her throat to constrict and the tea to flow straight back out of her mouth; she spluttered onto the table and onto him.

“Jesus!” He pushed his chair back, moving away.

“Sorry, sorry.” She placed a hand on her chest. “I’ve just never been propositioned in front of a gaggle of Squishmallows before.”

For the second time that afternoon, he rolled his eyes at her.

“Note that I called the very sweet toys a gaggle when the words demon-spawn and cultists were right in front of me?”

“Yeah, no you’re right, this is a vast improvement.” He replied dryly.

“Truth be told, I hadn’t thought much about where I stand on the intimacy hierarchy with you, so it took me a bit by surprise.” She added.

“Really? It’s all I’ve been thinking about.” He smiled.

There was something about the way he said those words that gave her an odd feeling in her stomach. She found herself thinking about how deeply thoughtful he was. He often described himself as an introvert and an overthinker. She was starting to see what he meant. There was something nice about having someone be considerate of you in this way.

“Well, I’m going to be thinking about it too.” She assured him.

In any other setting, telling someone you would be thinking about kissing them whilst you were sat in the home they shared with their long-term partner would be a incredibly odd thing to do. It was one of the beautifully weird things about being an actor that she had long come to accept.

They spent the rest of the afternoon refuelling with green tea and tea cakes and scribbling notes onto their respective scripts. As the hours flew by, their chairs gradually drew closer, their knees touched, and their hands brushed the others’ arms and hands in physical gestures that felt second-nature. Laying out their worst fears together felt a lot more intimate than any physical touch that was happening between them.

Read more here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/emkayewrites

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aquilathefighter · 2 years ago

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Fluffbruary 14: Teach & Fruit

Check out all of my @fluffbruary ficlets on AO3 here!

Fandom: The Sandman (2022)

Relationship: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

“—and so, we see the arrival of Yersinia pestis—the Black Plague—crop up in England around 1348.”

Hob is smacking a projector screen with a meter stick when Dream appears in the back of the lecture hall. There’s a map on screen, marking the coming and going of the disease throughout Europe. It’s not the most romantic subject matter for Valentine’s Day, but Dream doesn’t care. He could listen to his lover talk about anything with rapt attention. The way Hob tells stories, especially those that he experienced, is intoxicating for Dream. He feeds off the energy Hob brings to his students, the fire and passion with which he teaches. Even talking about the grotesque, Hob glows with excitement.

Hob turns from his assault on the map to look out at his students. His eyes track over them, noticing who is online shopping and who is engaged with the subject matter. When he spots Dream, he breaks out into a grin.

“What’s so funny, Dr. G?” a student in the front row asks. Dream reaches for her subconscious. Sarah Williams. Her daydreams during this class are filled with images of his lover kissing her, touching her, telling her soft and sweet things that only Dream should have the luxury of hearing. He bites back a possessive growl when he notices Hob’s eyes are still locked on him as he opens his mouth.

“Looks like we have a very special guest that I just noticed!” With a flourish, he points Dream out. “My husband must’ve snuck in to embarrass me on Valentine’s.” The students all turn around to stare at him. Dream fights the urge to vanish himself as the students’ minds start to wander, making the connection between their professor and him, and what they must do in their private time.

“Now, now, I know he’s pretty,” he winks and Dream flushes, “but we do have to learn about the plague for the next 20 minutes. So, if I could get your focus back up here—”

Hob continues his lecture, diving into the intricacies of medieval ports and shipping, wandering through a tangent about what people in the Middle Ages thought about hygiene. It’s music to Dream’s ears as he relaxes into his seat and watches his husband at work. Somehow, the students are much more engaged, asking questions which Hob answers excitedly, jumping about the classroom and whacking the screen more than once.

“Alright, so make sure you read the next section I’ve assigned on the course website! We’ll be going into more of the consequences of the Black Death next time and I want to hear your takes on it. Have a great rest of your day. Go eat some chocolates!” Hob chuckles as Dream descends the stairs toward Hob, gift in hand. “I believe I’m about to have my fair share of them. Bye!”

“Hello, Hob.”

“Hi, love. Warn a guy before you disrupt his class next time, eh?” He wraps his arms around Dream’s waist, giving him a peck on the cheek.

“I enjoy hearing you tell a story. It is… romantic for me.” He shifts the box out of the way of Hob’s body, dropping his arm down to his side.

“Of course! The plague’s the most romantic thing in the world.” Hob rolls his eyes. “You insane creature.”

Dream presses their foreheads together for a moment, then looks Hob in the eye.

“I believe a gift is to be given on this day?”

Hob releases Dream from his grasp and looks at him eagerly. Dream smiles, the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly. He hands the box over to Hob, who tears through the bow.

“Chocolate-covered strawberries! Dream, you didn’t have to get me these!”

“It is of no consequence.” Dream says, his eyes sparkling at Hob’s delight.

Hob immediately picks the fruit up, lips wrapping around it as he takes a bite. It brings images of what else Dream has planned for their night to his mind, which he is all the more eager to get to as Hob moans in delight.

“Oh, Dream, it’s delicious! Thank you, dove.” He plants a chocolatey kiss on Dream’s lips.

“I obtained them from the dreams of a French chocolatier.” He moves to whisper in Hob’s ear, his cool breath making Hob shiver. “I have more gifts for you. If you will accompany me to our home.” He steps back and examines his husband. Hob’s pupils are blown, and he has begun to pant.

“Yes,” Hob blurts. “Let’s go. Now.” He sets the box of strawberries down and stuffs his course materials and laptop in his bag, then throws the satchel over his shoulder and grabs Dream’s hand. Hob power-walks toward the door, dragging Dream behind him. There are a few spots that Dream can transport them away without being seen, but the middle of a lecture hall that has student stragglers around certainly isn’t one of them.

If Dream shuts down a few dreams students have about them that night, Hob doesn’t need to know.

#fluffbruary #aquila writes #dreamling #dream x hob #hob x dream #professor hob gadling #professor!hob #how to seduce your man with strawberries by dream of the endless #happy valentines day yall!

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joe9cool · 2 years ago

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Collide-Justin Herbert-40 The End

A/N: This is fanfiction, I do not know or own the Chargers. Also you do not have my permission to post my stories.

June 29th, 2023

Sara woke up to a cold, empty bed. Well, not really empty. Eugene was right above her head, while Nova liked to be at her feet. She looked over at the time 7:30am. She just had just got in a a couple nights ago from filming in North Carolina, as much as she loved the show and her castmates, it was exhausting filming overnights and taking three hours for one scene, only for the writers to tweak something.

She had a few days off, then another week of filming, and then two weeks for pre press for the film. Her phone was already loaded with social media shoutouts and texts, all wishing her a happy 27th Birthday. She smiled as she looked at all of the funny birthday tributes that her friends from Pittsburgh and LA posted. Sara's heart melted as she got a long written message from Holly saying how glad she was to have her in Justin's life.

Speaking of him, he was probably at the training center getting his therapy in. He told her he wanted to take her to dinner but she kept refusing, as she got older she didn't care about the fancy parties or the lavish gifts, she just wanted a cozy night in with the man she loved.

Sara laid there for a few more minutes before her mini tigers let out their cries for food. Her stomach was sending out the signal as well, so she got up and padded to the kitchen. When she walked into the open room she didn't expect to see a bunch of roses and balloons, with big silver balloons in the number 27. She looked around in shock. On the counter, there were three wrapped boxes, with a plate of chocolate chip pancakes. Approaching the counter, she saw the note

Happy Birthday my love! I'll see you in a few hours!

-Justin.

She smiled, before smelling the pink roses. Looking at the cats she smiled. "Your father is the sweetest." They mowed as to say 'yeah but our breakfast'

She scratched their heads. "Okay I'll feed you guys first then I'll open the gifts." She got out all of their raw ingredients that she picked up from Erewhon. (she spent a fortune and Justin made fun of her) While they were chowing down their bowls of food she opened the gifts. The first was an all inclusive spa package, the next was a Burberry purse that she had bookmarked on her laptop. She laughed, she knew he was snooping. Then there was the brand new espresso machine that was set up. Sara squealed, Justin wasn't much of a coffee drinker, but hopefully she could make some drinks he would like.

The next was one of sentimental value, it was a book that contained all of their photos together. They were some goofy ones, ones that Holly took of them in the hottub from their quick trip to Eugene last month. There were two of them caught by photographers. One of them leaving the sushi restaurant and another one of them walking the cats around her place. Sara laughed at that one. Then there were the photos of them at Bella's birthday party at Jerry's. She made a note to go back there again.

The last pages had her tearing up. It was a professional photos of them at Joe's wedding. One of them was a group shot of them standing with others. Next one was a candid of them talking at the bar, she didn't even know there were photos of that.

There was a note written in Justin’s neat handwriting that she envied.

July 16th 2022

I laid eyes on you for the first time

I'll never forget that night.

The very last page

27 things I love about you.

Your love for animals (particularly our cats)

Your passion for what's right.

How you know what and when to say the right things

The love you have for your friends and family

You never give up

Your emotional strength

It kept going, some were sweet, some were funny, and some were dirty and referred to her skills in the bedroom. Overall it was the sweetest gift any partner had given her and topped all of the other gifts.

She was finishing her breakfast and rereading Justin's letter. She asked Heidi to take care of social media on her bday. This way it was stress free for her.

AnnSophie and Samira walked in, leaving Sara confused. "Not that I'm not glad to see you guys. But how did you get in?"

"Well first of all, happy birthday, second Justin said we could kidnap you for the full spa day thing." AnnSophie spoke as she pet Nova. "I'm not going to say no to a spa."

Samira laughed. "Also we got to get you ready for tonight's-" Annie cut in. "For dinner, Justin wanted to take you somewhere nice."

Sara shrugged, "I mean I'd be happy ordering Indian and having a movie night with the cats but." She put the dishes in the sink. "Where's Lexi?"

"Joseph is watching her." Both her and Samira looked at AnnSophie. "What?"

"Wasn't aware you trusted Joey Like that." Sara shook her head. "He's great with her for your information. It's nice to have a friend. Now excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom." AnnSophie walked, more like limping to the bathroom, and the other girls looked at each other. Once they heard the door closed they began giggling.

"Yeah he's a friend alright."

"Looking a little too relaxed"

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"That is the sweetest thing!" The girls cooed over Sara's telling of the birthday photo album Justin gave her. She had messaged him saying thank you. He hadn't responded, but she didn't expect him to.

They were having lunch at her favorite spot in the center of Calabasas after the spa. A few paps spotted them and began taking pictures, wishing her a happy birthday, and asking about her plans later.

While she was getting her pedicure she made a call to the poverty stricken areas of Pittsburgh and Los Angeles. Each grocery store she donated $27,000 to cover low income shoppers groceries. She didn't want any fuss or announcement, but of course the company put out a massive thank you that got to the public. Sara didn't want to make a massive deal out of it.

She had responded to friends and family and thought it was weird that her sisters hadn't called her. It was a usual tradition that she had gotten calls from everyone. Including Aunt Willa, well that wouldn't happen since the order of protection was put in place.

As they enjoyed their lunch, Sara got another call from Bella who she put on speaker. "Hey babes."

"Happy Birthday baby!" Her friend sang and Sara laughed. "What are you doing on this fine day?"

"I'm having lunch with Annie and Samira right now?"

"At the hotspot?" Sara was confused. "Am I that predictable?" She felt a presence behind her and assumed it was a waiter. "I'm right behind you." She whipped her head around to see Bella on her phone.

"Bitch! Everyone squealed. Causing the other people to look. She wrapped the supermodel in a tight hug. "What are you doing here?"

"I've missed the last one, I'm not missing this one." Bella exchanged hugs with the other girls and sat down.

This was already shaping up to be the best birthday

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"Sara.. god. . Please." Justin whimpered as she kept her pace on top of him.

He was not even home for ten minutes before his girlfriend was on him practically jumping him. "Thank you so much!" She spoke between kisses. "I am missing one thing."

He furrowed his eyebrows "what?"

"Birthday sex, birthday sex." She sang as her hands went to his shorts. He laughed. "Babe, I got to shower, I came straight from practice."

"Well we will just shower together then." Immediately stepping out of her summer dress and sandals. "We sat outside and it's hot." That was one of the downsides of her birthday being June. It was always going to be a scorcher no matter where she was. Maybe they should go to Iceland next year.

Once their clothes were off, Justin carried her into the bathroom. The water was cooler than what she was used to, but she knew her and Justin were going to be busy.

"You know it's your birthday right?" He breathed as she kissed down his stomach and got to her knees. She gripped his erection and began placing kisses on it to which Justin had an immediate reaction. "It's my birthday, and I want to suck your dick. I want your cum on my face. Will you give me that for my birthday?"

Justin moaned as she took him back into her mouth. "I can't say no to the birthday girl can I?" He fell back against the shower wall as Sara worked her magic with her mouth. He put his hands on the sides of her face and guided her, gagging when he reached the back of her throat. "Sara." He moaned as he reached go grab and handful of her breast. "I'm gonna cum." Quickly, she pulled off and pumped him until he finished all over her face.

Once they finished their shower Justin thought that would be the end of it until after his final surprise. However he didn't get a chance to dry off before she was on him riding him.

"Oh Justin!" She squealed as he began thrusting upwards. As much as he was enjoying the amazing view they had to get ready for their dinner plans. Finally she reached her climax and dragged him along. Sara collapsed on top of him and they had a few minutes to catch their breath before he made them get up and get ready. "It's my birthday and I want to stay in." She pouted. Justin laughed. "I promise I'll make it worth it." She put her mascara tube on the counter and walked up to him hugging him. "You have already done enough today." He bent down and kissed her, getting the sticky lip gloss on his lips. "You deserve it."

They managed to make it to their reservation on time. Learning from the last time they went to dinner, Justin reserved a private room. Justin made Sara enter the room first.

"SURPRISE!!" She was Startled when she turned the lights on and saw the faces of friends and family. There were her parents, her sisters, nieces and nephew's, including her brand new niece Ameilia. Mark and Holly were there as well as their kids and family. Plus she saw her hometown friends. She turned around and lightly smacked Justin. "You planned this?" She said in disbelief. He nodded. She turned around and was met with the arms of all fifty guests. Even some of the Chargers were there. Joey was holding Lexi, looking like a natural family man next to AnnSophie. Sara's eyebrows raised at that.

As she mingled, Justin was never too far away from her. If she moved too far away he would find her. When he was next to her he had to touch her. Whether it was his arm around her or holding her hand as she led him to the food table.

He got a little uncomfortable as people congratulated him on his new contract. It guaranteed him and Sara to be in Los Angeles for at least five years. It was one of the things they discussed as a couple.

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"Justin, this is your contract. Not mine." She laid in her trailer. It was late, but Justin had called her, updating her on the offer the Chargers gave him and his agent. It was five years and it would put him at one of the highest paid quarterbacks. Hell, he'd be making more money than her.

"And I've told you, this contract affects the both of us." He didn't want to say it over the phone, but his future plans involved her. Heck, when he and his agent sat down at the table with Tom and Dean he called Sara his future wife, raising eyebrows.

"Justin, it's sorta a no Brainer. Our careers are here, you love it here, your family is close."

"What about you? Wouldn't you like to be closer to your family? I could take a short deal-"

"Justin Patrick. Stop it. I love it here, and you do what's best for you."

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"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday Dear Sara! Happy Birthday to you!" The crowd sang and Sara blew out the 2 and 7 candle on the green cake Justin was holding. Once she blew it out, she pulled Justin down for a quick kiss. Friends who videoed it posted it on social media, which circled all around social media.

Once the cake was cut and served, desserts were eaten, photos were posted and an impromptu dance party went down, the party dwindled down to just Justin and Sara and their immediate family. They watched as the parents were talking. "I was nervous they weren't going to get along." Justin admitted as they gathered all of the leftover food and gifts. (Justin told them to donate to charity in lieu of a gift.)

Sara laughed. "I bet my dad's setting a time for golf tomorrow." He laughed and truth be told she did worry about that a bit. She was glad when the Herbert brothers were joking and laughing with her sisters. She felt herself get misty eyed as she thought of Justin putting this together. "Baby what's wrong?" Justin looked at her with concern. She shook her head. "Nothings wrong. Everything is perfect."

And for the first time, it truly was. The whole night she was back and forth wrestling with her mind. It was something she should have done earlier. Justin was right, and with this party, all that he's done for her. This move seemed right, and natural.

"Justin?" He looked up from his task. "Yes?"

"Let's move in together."

She had never seen him smile so big.

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"Didn't expect to see you here." Joe laughed as he greeted Justin. He had just gotten out of video and workout, and he decided to bring Sara food while she was on set filming.

He always wondered what a professional set would be like. Granted, he filmed commercials, but this was an actual Hollywood set.

He hugged Joe. "Hey man, I thought I would surprise Sara. Sorry you got to spend your first anniversary on set."

Joe shrugged. "It's okay. Alicia is in Montana filming, so we will just celebrate next week. Come on, Sara is just finishing up a scene." He led Justin past the trailers and behind the director, where everyone else was watching. The scene took Justin by surprise.

Sara was laying in a puddle of red, which was definitely fake blood. She had a fake gunshot in her side, and she was gasping for breath. Then she coughed, and phony blood came spilling out of her mouth.

It looked so real, and if Justin didn't know any better it would have freaked him out. In the distance, someone he didn't recognize came running up to Sara's character. "I got you, I'm gonna call 911."

"CUT!" the director yelled, and Sara was helped up by the extra. They spoke for a few minutes, then walked over to the director. She smiled as she spotted Justin. Once everyone was done and they called break she went over to him. "Hi baby, I'd hug you but."

He laughed. "It's okay I get it." She nodded. "Come on, I got an hour before I got to be in hair and makeup for the next scene. He followed her to her trailer and went inside. It was a decent size, it had Sara's decorating all over it. It made him wonder how she would decorate his… well their house. "The movers came today, got most of the stuff." The main things, like her piano were coming, plus her music collection and the painting that Ben made for her were there. Most of her clothes were in his closet.

They had had a little argument about space, and Justin brought up maybe buying a house together. "I think we should look at some houses." He told her as he got out their lunch he picked up. Sara sighed. "I know, I love your house though."

"So I do, but we have to think long term." Sara raised her eyebrow and Justin laughed. "Come on, don't act like you haven't thought of the future." She got up from her vanity and straddled him on his chair. "I have, but I'm curious. What does the future look like for you Mr. Herbert?"

He smiled. "Well it would involve a bigger house, with some kids, and a dog."

"How many kids?" He shrugged. "I would like three. But it's up to you."

With a serious face she spoke. "I want as many kids as God blesses me with." His eyes widened. "Uh.." She burst out laughing. "Jeez Justin, do you not hear my commentary watching those old Duggar shows?"

"I mean yeah, but still." She giggled. "I always said three or four like my own family. But who knows? I think three is a good number."

He smiled. "Three sounds good."

She got off his lap to eat as the time was going by fast. "I can call my realtor and we can start looking. Personally I'd like to stay in Irvine." She nodded. "I like it there too. I think I'll sell my house."

Justin's eyes widened in surprise. That was her first home she purchased. It was important to her. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Yes, I mean it does hold sentimental value. But it is small, and I'm ready to move on."

"Maybe I should keep my house?" Justin wondered out loud. She laughed. "I mean we don't have to decide anything yet. Looking for a house takes time."

They were interrupted by a knock at the trailer, and the door opened to see Sara's costar Jesse Lee Soffer come in police gear. "They are getting ready for the next scene." He looked at Justin and stuck his hand. "Hello, I'm Jesse." As she shook the older man's hand. Sara cut in. "He is the new guy on set. He actually is my love interest."

"Oh really?" Sara nodded, not paying attention to Justin's body demeanor. "Yeah he plays the detective on my case."

"So what exactly happened in that scene with you on the ground?" She laughed. "Oh so in that scene, I get robbed and when I try to chase the guy down, I get shot."

Jesse cut in. "I'm in the next scene with her and the main cast members. Speaking of, they want you to change into the next outfit." She nodded. "I have the hospital gown."

He nodded and left the trailer. Justin turned towards Sara. "Is this the guy you have sex scenes with?" She nodded."Just a few. Nothing too serious. We have an intimacy coordinator for that." He nodded and she laughed. "Are you jealous?"

"I mean a little." He admitted. "I know it's silly."

"Your feelings are validated. I promise, I've never caught feelings for any of my co stars. Sex scenes are uncomfortable to know? Forty people are watching you and the director is all in your face saying you moved your head the wrong way." He laughed. "That is awkward."

She smiled. "Don't worry, I only want your dick." He laughed, then leaned closer to her. "Want to get some tonight?"

"I won't be home til the next day." He groaned and she laughed. "Sorry, we got one more late night scene and we are good for the week." She kissed him. "But I still have time, and we have this bed behind you." He turned around, not realizing there was in fact a bed in her trailer. He raised his eyebrow. "Oh?"

Once again, she straddled him. "I mean…. I've been really stressed." She began kissing his neck.

"Babe, as much as I am always down to have sex with you. I don't want prop blood on me." She looked down and huffed. "Right." They both began laughing as she got up.

"I have to go. I got therapy." He got up and gave Sara one last kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow night. I'll make sure the movers have the rest of the things."

She nodded. "Don't forget to drop off the boxes in the corner. Those are all that I'm donating." He nodded. It was decided that Sara would donate all the stuff that Justin already had like utensils, plates, appliances. Things like that. She decided to donate it to the local shelters.

"Oh I can't wait to sleep in our bed." She moaned. Justin smiled, he loved the way it sounded. —-------------------------------------------------------------------

"This one has been on the market for about sixty days. It has six bedrooms and five and a half baths." Justin’s realtor, Seth looked down at his clipboard as Justin and Sara walked around what was supposed to be the living room. The house was gorgeous, but the downside was that there was no swimming pool.

As of right now, they were only looking. Justin was due to start training camp in a few weeks and Sara was wrapping up filming after zipping around the world promoting Oppenheimer and would be doing it again in a few months for Dune 2. It was probably the worst time to buy a house. But Justin and Sara's relationship was anything but typical.

The news broke that they were living together as soon as Sara listed her home for sale. In a surprising turn of events, AnnSophie decided to purchase it and turn it into a summer vacation home for her and Lexi when she was in Los Angeles filming. While it was emotional for Sara's, at least she could still come and see it whenever she liked, and she trusted the new owner to take care of her first big girl purchase.

The next step was to take Justin's house off of most public records. Her team took care of that, and for the most part there was no bothersome from neighbors or the community. Justin and Sara did have to deal with the occasional cameras when they were out and about together, but it didn't happen as often as Justin thought it would.

The start of living together was a little rocky at first. Sara was aware that Justin was neat and organized, but it was a different scenario living with him. He side eyed her for the littlest things. "Why don't you organize your products by your routine?" "Don't put food just anywhere, there is a system."

It was an adjustment, but it worked for them. Sara had him on a skincare routine. (Yes, that included sunscreen) and Justin had her eating healthy. He indulged in wine and some sweets. They both loved ice cream and made milkshakes. Sara worked out with Justin in his basement gym.

The results showed too, and people brought up her being on Ozempic to which Sara shut down when she had her interview with 'Elle' magazine.

"My boyfriend is an athlete, so I've joined him in the gym and changed my diet and I'm more consistent and it obviously shows. I always try to be open and honest with my fans, I promise I'm not taking anything for weight loss"

Any talk of the meds went out the window when the article hit stands. People were surprised that she brought up Justin, even though she didn't bring him up by name it was common knowledge who she was referring to.

The real test was them making an appearance together at Taylor Swift's closing show her Eras tour, there was also Justin's invitational. They discussed going together and being seen out in public and while they would never walk a red carpet together, they could be spotted out and about at high profile events

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Sara was talking with Holly, Carly, and Ashley as they waited for Justin to make his thank you speech. As he and his college buddies were golfing with teammates and pros she was helping out Holly making sure everything went off without a hitch.

It was important to her that she stayed out of the shine. It was about charity, and the kids that were in attendance.

Some people did speak with her, and their teens were big fans. She got to meet Justin's cousins, and they were so nice. One just had a baby, who had no issues passing him for her to hold and snuggle while the guys were talking

She noticed Justin staring at her.

Little did she know he was going crazy.

"Don't you get any ideas, Mitch told him as she caught his younger brother looking at his girlfriend kissing the baby. "Isabelle is already losing her mind. Had to remind her we needed to complete residency first."

Justin laughed. "No, I'm not thinking anything right now." That was a lie.

Mitch knew better. "But you know she's the one?"

Justin's smile said it all. —------------------------------------------------------------ "Oh darling, this dress would look gorgeous on you! And it's your color!" Pierpaolo Piccioli, the creative director of Valentino, was over their house with his team and racks of dresses and clothes. Sara had just signed on to be the face of the high end luxury brand, and in no time, Piccioli's team was over with Law with ready to wear pieces and drawings of custom designed handbags, couture items for Sara.

Justin was at meetings all afternoon, so he had no idea of the takeover when he walked into their house.There were clothes, shoes, makeup and handbags everywhere. It was his worst nightmare as a neat freak. A man he knew as Sara's stylist Law came up to him. "So sorry about this, but Pierpaolo insisted last minute his team come right now"

Justin must have looked confused, because Law laughed. "Men, he's the creative director of Valentino."

"Oh." All he knew was that it was expensive. Law grabbed his hand and Justin dropped his Nike bag. "Come, Sara will model the clothes for you and you can give your opinion." He allowed himself to be dragged into the open space where Sara was standing on a riser in front of large fold out mirrors, no doubt the Valentino team brought them. She turned towards him and smiled. "Hi baby! I'm sorry, we are almost done. How do I look?"

Justin smiled. She did look stunning, she was in a red ball gown. He walked over to her and kissed her. The writer smiled, talking notes for their design story. "You look beautiful." He admitted.

"Okay Sara! Me and Law have agreed on the last accessories for your shows! And -oh hello." A short slender man came into the room and stopped when he saw Justin. "And you must be Justin." He walked up to him and kissed both of his cheeks. "Ciao, Pierpaolo." Justin smiled nervously, he felt underdressed in his own house. "I'm Justin Herbert. Nice to meet you."

"I promise we are done, however." The man took a step back and walked around, studying Justin's height. "How tall are you?"

"6'6" He felt like he was being poked and prodded like it was the combine. "Do you know your measurements?"

"My what?" Sara giggled. "Paolo, he only wears Nike athletic clothes, owns two suits which he bought for college graduation"

The man tskked. "Simona. Get his measurements. Here- have Bendetta help Sara out of the dress and Justin you step on the platform."

Sara had to stifle a laugh as she stepped off. Justin looked like a deer in headlights. "Uh I don't think that's necessary."

Paolo wasn't taking no for an answer. "I insist. You have the perfect body for fashion and you waste it." Hesitantly Justin stepped up, and Sara walked up to him. Despite high heels she looked like a child walking up to a monster. "Justin, you don't have to do this." She spoke softly. "Say the word, and I'll tell him to leave you alone."

He shrugged. "I mean, I don't want to insult him. Plus if I just do this. I'll get free clothes." Sara laughed. "Look at you thinking like a celebrity." She let herself be led away to change, while a woman began to measure his length and width on his body. "This isn't going to work, you need to be in your underwear." The woman spoke in a thick Italian accent.

"I beg your pardon?" She shook her head. "Do not worry, I've run plenty of men's fashion shows. I've seen more than surgeons." He laughed, and began taking off his clothes to only be in his boxers.

Paolo was taking down the measurements as Simona was rattling them off. He was asking Justin questions about his overall style which he was no help. He liked plain clothes. "Oh so we have a quiet luxury aesthetic. I love it. Oh I wish I had brought some men's pieces. Next time, but for now I'll send some ready to wear over."

"You don't have to, but I appreciate it." Sara came out of the room in her usual attire of sweats. "Can you get some custom tailored suits? Nothing fancy, just some casual and special occasion ones. "

"I'm on it." The gang packed up fast, and before Justin knew it, the team was out the door with one last kiss to Sara. He looked at her. "Wow." He admitted.

"It's something isn't it?" He nodded. "Sure you don't want to back out?" He laughed and kissed her.

"I'm not making that mistake again."

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"No nothing good starts in a getaway car."

Sara and Kristen screamed as they grasped onto each other as the intro for Getaway car played before Taylor began singing. They both couldn't believe it as she saved the best for last.

Behind them in the VIP booth Justin and David both looked at each other. Their girlfriends met last week, but they were already fast friends. Sara got last minute tickets to Taylor's Eras tour for them to join them.

Justin was a little uneasy, as he met the flashes of phone videos and cameras. They were watching every move that the couple made. Everyone commenting on the video of Sara going crazy to Cruel Summer and Style. There was a moment where Justin had Sara in his arms as she was singing 'Lover'

Ladies and Gentlemen will you please stand. With every guitar string star on my hand. I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover.

As they jumped around and screamed the lyrics to getaway car Justin spoke with David as best as he could.

The song was over, and Justin handed Sara a bottle of water as she was sweating in the Los Angeles heat. "Thank you baby" she smiled.

Taylor spoke. "This song is for someone here tonight, who spoke into existence that one day she would experience this moment in this song. Well I hope this is it."

The song began playing, and Sara gasped.

I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own, I've made up my mind, I'm better off being alone.

Sara began singing the words she knew so well. She felt Justin come up behind her and wrap his arms around her. The bridge came on, which was her favorite, and then she turned around and looked into Justin's eyes

And all at once you are the one I have been waiting for King of my Heart Body and Soul

Justin smiled down at Sara and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. She smiled and turned back around to face the stage.

In a surprise, Justin spun her around, in a sea of 70,000 people he kissed her. He didn't care about the photos or the videos, the commentators or any of the articles that were going to come out that same night.

It was just them two.

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The next morning Justin woke up to get ready for his day. He was excited about the season, camp, and just everything to come. He looked over at Sara sleeping peacefully with the cats and he smiled. He did his usual routine, making sure to have her coffee set up so all she had to do was press the start button.

He pulled out of the garage and began to play songs connected to his bluetooth to his car

a song came on, it was his favorite and it put him back to July 16th 2022

The dawn is breaking The light is shining through You're barely waken And I'm tangled up in you.

A/N: Guys, I am emotional writing this. I cannot thank you enough for all of the support messages and likes. I started this story with no direction and not even sure I was going to finish this yet here I am. Just because this story is over, doesnt mean you cannot ask me questions about their canon, other things. Also give me a little time to crank out the epilogues. I love you all and thank you!

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