#just a lil bit longer. maybe ten more years

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

Today I had an intern yell at me about how I’m constantly underselling myself and should maybe consider not doing that and then a lil later I mentioned that i wanted to try for that MIT PhD program I have been talking about for years and she was like “wait you’re worried?? You?? With your background?” And I think I’m gonna be riding this high for the next year

[flowerpottlady]

Firm

Day 3 of @jilymicrofics, Harry is turning out a bit like his Father, and James has a hard time getting firm.

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It began on a Sunday morning in early May.  Lily was having a much-deserved lie-in, James sitting on the sofa - sipping his coffee and flipping through The Prophet, and Harry was on the floor, enclosed by a play-pin, surrounded by his many toys and stuffies. 

James reflected later on that maybe he should have been watching his son more, and maybe he shouldn’t have let Ollie, the orange tabby cat, into the play-pin to play with his nine-month-old baby. 

But here they were just moments later, Ollie cowering into a corner, Lily running haphazardly down their stairs, and James comforting their infant as he screamed in fright.  

“What happened?” Lily asked, her rapid heart rate slowing down, finding her husband and son thankfully unharmed - no Death Eaters or Dark Lords in sight. 

“Harry here thought it’d be a laugh to pull on Ollie’s tail,” James explained, rolling his eyes and rubbing his son’s back. “Ollie didn’t take kindly to that, hissed at him and scared him I think.” 

Lily moved forwards, glaring at Ollie for hissing at her baby, “my sweet boy,” she began, reaching out for Harry. His tears ended and his eyes widened as he was transferred into his Mum’s arms. “You can’t pull Ollie’s tale. It scares him.” 

The boy in question smiled widely then, releasing a joyful laugh as he nuzzled his head against his Mummy’s chest. 

It happened again, a few days later when Lily was bathing Harry, and Ollie decided to stroll across the edge of the bathtub, dangling his fluffy tail right into Harry’s reach. 

The following Friday Harry tugged on Ollie’s tail while Sirius sat on the floor, Harry in his lap - reading to him yet again from The Tales of Beedle The Bard. Ollie strutted by, and Harry yanked - with strength that Sirius deemed fitting for a future Beater - and the cat kept into the air, hissing and swiping at the pair. 

Later that evening, Lily and James sat across from each other at the kitchen table, silently enjoying leftover fish and chips that Sirius had brought to them earlier that day.  Harry sat in James’s lap, happily munching on the chips that James had broken up for him, when Ollie sauntered slowly across the floor. 

The baby reached out his chubby arm, grabbing onto Ollie’s tail, and disrupting a perfectly calm dinner. The cat sprinted from the room, and Harry began clapping, laughing hard and babbling nonsense. 

James couldn’t help but laugh too, basking in his son’s joy. Lily wasn’t laughing though, she pursed her lips perfectly, clearing her throat. 

“You have to be firm with him James.” Lily began, looking between her boys. 

“What’d you mean?” James asked, looking alarmed, ready to shove another forkful of fish into his mouth. 

“With Harry, he can’t keep pulling the cat’s tail,” she explained calmly. 

“Aw Lil, he doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s just a baby still.” 

“Well he needs to learn. It hurts the cat,” apparently this was no longer a laughing matter. “We’re going to get a letter home from Professor McGonagall in ten years, telling us he got detention for terrorizing Filch’s cat, and you’d probably reward him.” 

James contemplated this for a moment, the corner of his mouth lifting up slightly as he stared down at his son, who resumed his messy consumption of chips. “Oh c’mon, we both know you’d praise him for pranking that cat.” 

“James.” 

He looked down again, “Harry, mate. Mum’s worried you’ll turn out like me.” 

“Bahh…” Harry replied as if he could understand what James meant. 

James smiled once more, his eyes softening. “I can’t tell him no Lily. He’s so small still, so perfect.” He smiled at Lily, heartwarming at the twinkle in her green eyes, he turned to Harry, staring at those same eyes. “I’m an absolute sap for you mate, you had me wrapped around your finger the moment you were born.” 

“James, his finger is the size of a snitch.” Lily grinned at him then, fully understanding the feeling well. 

“Bahh…” Harry said once more, eagerly banging his fists against the table.

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Start from the beginning here: 31 Days of Potters

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Birdie finds out Spirit’s lil secret + flustered Spirit

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Spirit and Birdie were best friends, but completely opposite in almost every way.

Where Spirit was tall, Birdie was short as hell. And where Spirit was all rough edges inside and out, Birdie had a softer beauty and soul.

But one thing they absolutely had in common was their love of music.

And that shared love of music was why the two found themselves in the music shop where Spirit worked parttime outside of school. But she wasn’t working now, only shopping.

“Ooooh, how about Michael Jackson?” Birdie said, picking up an older vinyl.

Spirit looked over from where she was looking through some CDs and shook her head. “You have that one already, Bird. Remember? You got it from your mom on Christmas.”

Birdie’s cheeks darkened slightly with a blush as she realized Spirit was right, and then she went back to looking.

Birdie mentally checked off records she already had: everything from Queen (her favorite band), two Hozier records, a Hamilton record, a Lana Del Ray record, three Lindsey Sterling records, about ten classical music records, and—

“Spirit, the Metallica album that came out last year is here! And it’s signed!”

Spirit’s head snapped around and she all but ran over to Birdie. The album ‘72 Seasons’ had been playing on repeat on Spirit’s Spotify for months.

“Oh my God,” she said picking up the record. “This is so cool. I didn’t even know this came in!”

But then she turned it over and looked at the price, and her smile fell. She didn’t want to spend more than fifteen dollars, and let’s just say that this vinyl was much more.

Disappointed, Spirit put the record back and said, “I’ll get it another time.”

Birdie frowned. She’d offer to buy it for Spirit if she wasn’t already aware that Spirit would be absolutely against the idea. It was a matter of pride with Spirit, not letting others pay for her when her budget wouldn’t allow it.

“Should we go?” Birdie said. “There’s not a single record I have interest in that I don’t already have.”

Spirit nodded, and the two of them started left the store. They started towards the mall’s food court, but suddenly someone called Spirit’s name and she froze, her face becoming hot and she started mentally cursing, Shit shit shit shit SHIT!

“Hey, Spirit,” Aiden said, coming up to Spirit and Birdie with a casual smile brightening his face. His glasses her folded and hung on the neck of his shirt, and his hair was somehow a mess but still looked good. Spirit suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to burry herself into the ground.

“Hi, Aiden,” Spirit said quickly, praying that her face wasn’t red.

Birdie, who was double-dwarfed by the two giant people, suddenly cleared her throat when the silence stretched for a second too long.

“Oh,” Spirit said, “Aiden, this is my friend Birdie.”

He smiled at Birdie. “Nice to meet you,” he said politely.

Birdie nodded, her curiousness completely unmasked. “Nice to meet you too. So, are you two friends or something?” she asks, sounding even a little bit suspicious.

Just as Spirit was about to open her mouth to say ‘no’, Aiden shrugged and said, “More like friendly acquaintances. Spirit and I have run into each other a few times lately.”

Birdie nodded, still looking curious but she didn’t say another word.

Suddenly, Spirit blurted, “We have to actually. . . go study.”

She looked at Birdie with wide, communicating eyes that were screaming ‘work with me here!!!!’, and she was so thankful when Birdie said, “Yeah, we’re going to the library. But it was nice to meet you.”

Aiden’s eyes had a slightly amused glint as he looked at Spirit, clearly not fooled. But then he nodded and said, “Alright. Bye then.” And then he looked at Spirit and said, “Maybe we’ll run into each other again soon.” And then he turned and walked away.

The second Spirit could no longer see him, she let out a heavy breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.

“So, what’s the story here?” Birdie asked, a brow raised.

Spirit pulled the hood of her hoodie over her head and said, “No story.” Then she started walking towards the food court, thinking that Aiden wouldn’t be there since he’d been going in the opposite direction. “We’ll get smoothies, and then we’ll leave. Okay?”

But Birdie shook her head and crossed her arms, not moving. “You like him,” she stated, and Spirit felt her whole face turn red.

“N-no I don’t!” she said defensively, turning around and walking back over to Birdie.

Birdie shrugged. “From what I can tell, you do. And he does, too.”

Still though, Spirit shook her head. “No offense, but I don’t really trust your judgement. You’ve never dated, or even had a crush.”

“Neither have you,” Birdie retorted, her voice staying calm while Spirit grew more defensive and embarrassed.

“I know I haven’t. Just like you, I’ve never had interest in dating.”

“But you wanna date him.” Once again, it was a statement, not a question.

Spirit’s face felt so warm—whether from frustration or embarrassment, she couldn’t tell. Then she deflated, shoulders sagging. “Bird, can we please just get our smoothies and go?”

Birdie uncrossed her arms, a soft smile breaking out on her still calm face, and she nodded. “Fine, but this conversation is not over.”

“Oh, yes it is. It’s over.”

But as they made their way to the food court, Spirit knew for a fact that this whole situation was anything but over.

[maochira]

I share the same brain rot that you're suffering from Lorenzo. Maybe you can think of the way he dances?

Like you take him to a dance party and at first he was a bit awkward but slowly shows off. Say that he dances eerie but at the same time it's hypnotic. It would probably make professional dancers jealous of how much the crowd loves his dances ten times more than them. To rub salt on their wounds, Lorenzo isn't even trying.

I'm sick rn and not in a state to write something properly BUT the Lorenzo brainrot is fighting and winning😔 this is more of a braindump instead of a proper scenario like I usually write forgive me. It's a bit short so I added some extra Lorenzo thoughts stuck in my brain to make this post longer hsndnsn OKAY ENOUGH A/N TIME FOR LORENZO

HONESTLY yeah I think Lorenzo would be pretty good at dancing??? I have no idea about dancing BUT we've seen him and how his body moves. This man has really good body control. I'd guess it's something he's always had and perfected by playing soccer.

And because of that, he doesn't even have to try and not only does it impress you but also other people, especially those who've spent years practicing dance because. They're just like. "This random ass soccer player better than us???" And he's just like "It's not that hard??" I mean he looks as if his movements when playing soccer are pretty effortless too so uhh

OHHHH and imagine dancing together with him.... you're not as good so he guides you and.....OHSKFLDLSNDSHDNWM.....

Alright so. Extra Lorenzo thoughts. THIS SONG. For me, it just SCREAMS Lorenzo energy. It's German so I'm giving translations here. Also here's a full english translation for anyone curious!

Lyrics like "Two steps ahead and thirteen back, sometimes only a little miracle helps you" I CAN'T EXPLAIN WHY BUT. It reminds me of Lorenzo and Kaiser.

This part (timed on the link) gives me a vibe of how Lorenzo might talk sometimes just a lil silly and deranged HJDAHHSKHSA associating anything Blue Lock with Oomph! is my guilty pleasure

Also the song has references/metaphors with eating ("and they have tasted blood, because the little lamb tastes so good") and it reminds me of this panel all the time bsjdkdlsl

Also appreciation for this panel he looks really silly here I love him

[poopraven]

"I'm not good at social media" - A story by me.

While I'm sitting here ruminating on my life (as I am wont to do), my thoughts drifted to the story I have told myself for at least ten years but absolutely longer than that:

I am not good at social media.

And, you know, It's kind of true, in so many ways. But it turns out I was very wrong, in so many other ways. So I thought I'd spill those thoughts out onto the internet to maybe help you if you find it while thinking "God, I'm so bad at social media".

First thing's first: If you're good at social, you're probably also good at social media. Despite the clue being in the name, it took me far too long to realise this. Do you find it easy to communicate with other people, to start conversations with strangers? Great! You might also find it pretty easy to use social media!

But if you're not good at social, social media can be daunting, even isolating. You post things, nobody answers, you feel like you're yelling into the uncaring void. And, really, you kind of are.

You see, people are more likely to be social with people they have a connection to - whether you're friends, or attend the same venue / event, or share a hobby / interest, or are famous enough that fans want to speak to you - they're much more likely to interact if they've got that link. It's like a cheat code for hopping over that first hurdle.

But if you're a private person (and I spent ages being very private due to various pain points in my life), hopping that first hurdle is like trying to leap a chasm. You have that human urge to find some sort of camaraderie with other human beings (even if you're an introvert, even if you're neurodiverse, sooner or later loneliness really bites us in the arse), but whenever you try, you're holding all your cards close to your chest while hoping to get a peek at other people's.

That's just not going to work very often. I say very often because sometimes you'll bump into another lil tortle and slowly but surely peel cards away from your chest to show one-another and it could become an amazing friendship. Great!

I'll tell you what does work, though.

You're probably going to hate it.

I fucking loathed it.

The answer is to let extroverts do their thing.

You see, extroverts actually love introverts. They fucking ADORE us! Every extrovert out there loves to have a whole pack of introverts, because we are fun, and interesting, and we know the weirdest shit, and they love helping us come out of our shells and have fun in life.

But we can find extroverts a bit weird, right? A bit scary? A bit intense? They wanna peek at our hand of cards?

Spoiler: They wanna peek at our hand of cards because they've peeked at a lot of hands of cards, and they have a whole mental catalogue of who holds what cards, and they YEARN to put us in touch with other people who might share some of those cards.

Extroverts get joy from helping us make friends.

And all we have to do is let them.

So how does this make you "better" at "social media"?

Well, at its heart, social media is great for talking to people you know. Keeping in touch with acquaintances and friends. Making new ones? Yeah, you can do that, it's not impossible, but chatting with ones you already have? Yeah, that's where it really excels. Forget all that guff about going viral, or getting likes or views or followers. Really what it's good for is chatting to people you met, or share interests with, or are friends with.

And if you let an extrovert lift you over that first hurdle, you are suddenly flying.

I often feel like I have nothing to say, or that nobody would be interested in hearing it, or that I will 100% be misunderstood (yeah hello previously-undiagnosed autism)... And it's actually just not true. I'd just convinced myself that it was true because I'd been hurt, I was holding my cards too close to my chest, I wasn't neurotypical (hello also to previously-undiagnosed ADHD), I was any number of things that somehow made me less worth interacting with.

I still often think I have nothing to say, despite chatting to friends for hours about the things I have to say, and despite writing books that feature all the things I have to say. And I think often that ADHD makes me think I've already said a thing, who wants to hear it again, or rephrased, or in a different format?

So I let the extroverts who approach me peek at my cards. I allow them to do what comes naturally to them. And, wouldn't you know it, I get to talk to people on social media now. I've been introduced to fellow introverts who love the things I love. My extroverts take good care of me when I go to conventions. I am doing that thing which we all know is horribly hard: making new friends as an adult.

I think "I'm not good at social media" was both true and an artificial roadblock at the same time. It prevented me from accepting the help that was being freely and honestly offered, it held me back from reaching out and making meaningful connections, and it became a self-fulfilling prophecy.

If you're not good at social media, why not give "letting extroverts into your life" a go? Yes, scary! Yes, a lil bit invasive-feeling! But we do know the things we're good at, right? So we just need to take a breath, and let other people do the things they're good at, too. 'Cause 99% of the time, they really just want everyone to have a good time.

I love you all!

[bexstorytime]

My phone buzzes, a notification for a text from an unknown number. I curiously look at it and I see the message “Mark this is monika I need to talk to you, please come over” I’m just hanging around the house by myself with you at work on a Saturday mornings I respond that I’ll stop by in a little bit asking “is something wrong?” Almost an instant response of “no, I just need to talk to you face to face.

I think it’s very odd, but then I remember that I had just purposed and your mom had seen the ring so I assume it’s something about it. During my drive I’m wondering about all the things she’s gonna say. One of your ten minute breaks happens during my drive and I tell you about it and you are just as puzzled as I am. Before you go back to work I make the joke about how maybe I should rape your mom when I’m there. You reason with your “DADDY!!🙈🙈” line I love so much but you sass me for getting you horny when you’re in the store alone with Charlie and Adler we say our I love yous and good byes.

I drive for a lil longer rolling into your parents house for the first time. And your mom is waiting outside for me. She has her resting bitch face on and the nerves are running through me having not having seen her in so long. She just turns and walks inside leaving the door open for me. I awkwardly walk inside closing the door behind me and I speak “so what is this about?” Bracing for her to unleash her angry future mother in law fury ap on me.

We stare at each other and she just opens her large hoodie, showing me an uncharacteristically low cut top. I’m unable to stare, and get caught, staring at her milky pale cleavage. She removes the hoodie, slowly walking closer, crossing her arms under her massive chest pushing them to my attention even more. She still hasn’t said a word, just dropping to her knees and unbuckling my belt, pulling out my quickly hardening cock.

She holds it in her hands, surprised by just how thick it is when she finally breaks the silence “well, now we finally know why my slutty cunt of a daughter keeps coming back to you” before taking me in her mouth. Feeling the soft unfamiliar mouth I groan out loudly. She struggles with the thickness and length of my cock. I just laugh as she’s no where near as talented of a cock sucker as her daughter. And it makes me question “so am I that much bigger then Steve?” I can see the humiliation across her face. As she pushes me back into the couch, I was so enamored with her tits I didn’t notice she wasn’t wearing any pants under her large jacket.

I notice her glance over her shoulder for a moment almost like she was making sure I was in frame. I watch her spread her unkept thighs, her bush is thick and massive, but I can hear her wetness flowing inbetween the lips that passed you 24 years ago. Her hands are on my shoulders as she unpacked herself with my cock. The sheer size of me slightly changed her demeanor. She’s felt this feeling before, being stretched by a massive cock, but it’s obvious it’s been so long. She begins bouncing on my cock and pulls her tits out, letting me suck the same tits I hope yours look like in 20 years.

She’s so tight and the position ontop of the feeing of a cock touching her that hasn’t happened in decades she curses herself as she cums on my cock. She slams her hips down trying to take as much of my coco as possible inside of her. As she’s riding the waves of her thundering orgasm, I reach down and rub her clit. Finding it easily through her thicket of pubic hair. She groans so loudly as she begins a second orgasm. “Ohhhh myyy goooosdddd” Steve hasn’t touched me there in years, he just uses my hole to cum and goes to sleep” she confesses. In my head I think Bekah needs to experience that

When she finally rides through her orgasm and slaps my hand away from her clit from being to sensitive. She stands up and bends over the coffee table facing the same place she was looking at before and commands “fuck me from behind you fucking asshole!!” She proceeds to show me her dripping hair hole, I just latch onto her hips and slam my cock to the hilt. I can only imagine the look on her face as I hear the painful groan that fills the room. I leave my cock rutted so deep inside of her and just flex my cock making it thicker. Finally I begin fucking her, she reminds me so much of you and you remind me of her I just default to degrading her

“You like that cock you lil slut?!” She groans in response, there isn’t a word but the tone is yes. She’s never been spoken too like this before. “You feel why you’re slut of a daughter loves me so much?!” Pounding with emphasis of every word. “Uggghhhhhmmmmhhhhmmmmm” she responds. “This is why she’s mine for the rest of my life you stupid bitch!!!” I reach around her inner thighs and rub her clit forcefully , obviously more then is comfortable but I continue to goad her into another massive orgasm.

I finally see her growing more and more uncomfortable with the amount of time I’ve been fucking her, and I flip her over so her head is hanging off of the coffee table and I take her legs and push them back as far as they go. The stretch of her thighs causing her to groan being even more uncomfortable. “This is my favorite position to breed your daughter in” I feel the opening of her cervix and just unload an amount of cum that your father would have to spend weeks making.

She’s in shock, from the whole ordeal, the feeling so made her feel, the feelings only her daughter would understand. I walk around the table and ease my softening cock into her throat. She’s never tasted her juices and cum like this before. The taste is so unpleasant for her, and it only makes me laugh at her harder

I stand and dress before she has any chance to regain her composure. I snap you a video of me telling you everything. And extra glow and level of smile from how much we had built that moment up in our heads and now it finally happened. The happiness in my voice showing only more love for you from it ever being possible. When you finish work you see a couple texts from your mom about you needing to come over immediately even a frantic voicemail, something in her voice is panicking.

You watch the video of me telling you what happened, everything calms down for you as you call me. I answer happily and tell you more of what happened. You ask why I think she called now, and I respond “I think she’s trying to break us up. I know she’s gonna make up some story about me seducing her or something. That’s why she recorded it! I’m on my way to you now, let’s me and I’ll give you a load like I gave her.”

There are so many feelings going on through you, but the last line charges you. You feel the explosion of sensations as you notice me pulling up next to you. I smile surprising you and I jump in your car. I just pull out my cock, still rock hard coated in your mom’s juices, like the good lil girl you are you just bend over and lick me clean. I can’t take it anymore and I take your hand and hips and bring you over to me and recline the seat.

The feeling of my cock sliding into you makes me erupt inside of your unprotected breedable cunt. “I bet I just gave you a baby to grow up with your new brother or sister” I grown out not believing my day. I instruct you to quickly pull your undies to keep all my potent seed inside of you. We chat for a bit but then you head to your mom’s

Your nerves are on full blast as you walk into her house she tells you she has something to tell you and that you should sit down. She proceeds to tell you how I surprised her by coming over and forcing myself onto her. And that if you break up with me she won’t cal the police for me “raping” her. You can see what she’s trying to do but little does she know that we’re communicating and Things have been better then they were before. You remember me telling you how I think she recorded us together. So you respond “no mark wouldn’t ever do that” she then hands you the phone and you see her bent over taking my perfect cock from behind. The juices and my seed inside you making you more wet then you can ever remember

You stand up and continue to watch, pacing like you’re having a hard time watching but really you just quickly send the video to the drive for us both to keep it and watch it. Finally it finishes sending and you sit down hand her the phone back and channel your inner daddy. You laugh at her and tease “you think Daddy didn’t immediately call me and tell me how you called him over and you fucked him??!! Jesus you’re pathetic, and best of all you’re impregnated by him” she goes into full blown denial, she try’s pleading telling you that I was the one who started it.

Then you surprise even yourself with the boldness and you sit right infront of your mom on the table and you show her your cunt leaking with my juices. “Sorry mom but I got impregnated by daddy too… and if you don’t want another grand baby you need to lick all his juices out of me” your cunt lewdly on display… and you can see her battling herself… as she shamefully closes her eyes and begins licking my seed out of her own daughters cunt. The feeling of her tongue against your hole is heavenly as you take her hand and put it on the back of her head. Pushing her face against your inking hole. Monika burns her tongue deep inside of you as you wrap your strong thighs around her head and ride the orgasmic investors waves of your mind shattering cum. You hve to yank her hair back as you squirt all over her face.

She’s staring back in shock and disbelief… she can’t believe what she just did or how much she enjoyed it. As the shame rides over her she looks at you

You tell her I’m not going anywhere… and now we have the video of her opening fucking me in the very house her and your dad have always wanted. And if she doesn’t want her marriage to be ruined she’ll happily raise the baby I gave her with the one I gave you. And continue to fuck me whenever I please

She begins sobbing as she realizes her plan backfired in a way she never could have imagined

😘

[robertdowneyjjr]

Tell me about a part of a WIP where a character eats or sleeps (if you wanna) ❤️

hi!! i haven’t received asks in a while so this was a lovely surprise, thank you!

i don’t have a lot of WIPs and most of them are literally, like, a paragraph. BUT here is one that i started over a year ago called all the time in his world, which was the original basis for what i’d ended up writing for stony loves steve 2022. essentially, i realized that a lot of people tend to write tony as someone whose love language is physical touch or gift giving, but i wanted to explore the idea of quality time being his love language because, well. lots of reasons, really. so this was written in steve’s POV as he gets to know tony throughout the mcu, canon compliant, except for the bit where i made it stevetony and decided to conveniently ignore the deaths in endgame 😌

here’s a lil snippet from the shawarma scene, where steve begins to really see tony:

They should be helping with cleanup. Perhaps lending a hand with search and rescue. Or maybe they should have each gone directly back to bed to sleep off the post-battle exhaustion. They’d earned it, after all. But Stark had insisted on trying out the shawarma place he’d happened to come across in the middle of fighting the Chitauri, so here they are.

Now, Steve has always been one for post-battle downtime, but sitting in a half-destroyed restaurant that serves only shawarma—something he’d only just heard of thirty minutes ago—is not his typical idea of R&R.

To be fair, the food is delicious. Sadly, Steve finds it difficult to fully appreciate the burst of flavors across his tongue when he’s too drained to even lift his head up from where it rests against his fist. Not to mention the air conditioning in the place is busted from the battle; Steve, still in his uniform, feels increasingly uncomfortable the longer he stays in the enclosed space of the restaurant, with only the open door and broken windows letting in the slightest breeze that barely soothes him from the stifling summer heat of New York.

He picks up a soggy french fry and swipes it across the puddle of ketchup in front of him. As he lazily munches away, he takes stock of the ragtag team of Avengers gathered around him. Everyone looks just as tired as he feels. On his right, Romanoff and Barton are huddled close together with one of his legs claiming half her chair, each pushing bits of food back and forth to encourage one another to eat. Thor sits on Steve’s other side, sluggish in his movements but steadily packing away the super-sized pita Stark had ordered for him, humming with delight every few bites he takes. Across from Steve, Banner is halfway through his meal, quietly satiating his hunger after all the smashing he had done as the Other Guy.

Stark, despite being the one to suggest the post-battle meal, has hardly touched the food set down in front of him. Steve watches as the man looks around the restaurant, slowly chewing away as if eating is just an afterthought. Their gazes catch, and although Stark looks like he’s ready to fall asleep at any moment, there’s a bright glimmer behind his eyes as he offers Steve a small grin. Before he can reciprocate, Stark has already turned away, nudging Banner and offering the rest of his chicken wrap to his fellow scientist.

An hour later, the table has been cleared and Steve is more than ready to go back to his apartment, wash the soot and grime off his body. The six of them are standing in a circle outside the restaurant, about to say their goodbyes, when Stark speaks up.

“That was fun. We should definitely come back sometime.”

The team had barely talked during the meal. After a short discussion of what was worth trying on the menu, they had quickly descended into an admittedly comfortable silence once the food had arrived. Nonetheless, it hardly ranks in the top ten of Steve’s most enjoyable social gatherings, and that includes all those times when he was still a shrimpy kid tagging along on Bucky’s dates.

Between his description of the early dinner they just shared and his calling the battle a party, Stark sure has some strange standards when it comes to what counts for entertainment these days. Steve really doesn’t have the energy to unpack all of the billionaire’s eccentricities though, so all he can do is reply in kind to what he’s certain is an empty promise on Stark’s part: “Absolutely. Maybe on a day when we’re not all dead on our feet?”

The smile that Stark responds with catches Steve by surprise. It’s blinding, full of hope, and wider than the one that was bestowed upon him while they were eating. Steve thinks, for the first time since they met, he’s finally said the right thing to Tony.

[knowlessman]

…it's always been way longer than I think it has, huh. rereading the last batch… aoyama was a lil creepy, there's a school festival concert thing coming up, and a sean-connery-looking libertarian is looking to get fingerblasted. looking forward to that. (bnha s4e20-25)

(mineta meeting eri) jesus christ on an alternate dimension where he can do anything about untenably problematic anime characters, I think I'd take Leeron, Gurren Lagann Leeron, over this guy and that says a lot

(ep title is "gold tips imperial") "gold tips?" "yeah, how do you always seem to find more gold than we do? what's the secret?" "I'm gonna level with you, I have no idea, they just coded Skyrim to put more gold in chests when I open them"

anyway back to the show aw hell it's Ditto again, get a personality my dude -- "we're doing a play: Romeo and Juliet and a bunch of random references." …wait, is azkaban not copyrighted? well, wookiee probably is and they used that, I guess they just don't give a fuck

beauty pageant. …think I might just not like this arc in general. the mafia stuff we just did, that was cool. it was, like, dark, but it was good. this one, I can feel it, is gonna have too much mineta in it (which does not have to be very much).

(deku's working on the finger gun thingy) "so much more control is required than before… is there a trick to it?" imagine you're putting a microwave on defrost. or, or something. …I miss deku's silly microwave epiphanies

hatsume: "yeah, the thing you asked me about the other day, I've been working on it" IS IT GAUNTLETS. ARE YOU GONNA FUCKIN THOMAS EDISON MELISSA'S FUCKING GAUNTLETS. AT THIS POINT I DON'T CARE AS LONG AS HE GETS THEM BC YALL HAVE PROVEN THAT YOU HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY

"there's something I want to try with this new move… I want to try and put a paper football on the moon"

"my mom sent me this new tea, it's called [title drop]!" is the tea haunted. or drugged. why is it in the title. squints suspiciously

okay, sean connery the clownboy would not have 0 likes and 800 dislikes, he would have WAY more likes and 90% of those likes would be people who thought he was hilarious. if this was ten years ago (maybe only five, idfk), there would be dance mixes of this nonsense.

"I just wonder what sean clownery is up to…" mah boi, this not-having-to-worry-about-what-a-libertarian-is-thinking is what true warriors STRIVE for -- "open the bat-folder, kronk! …it won't open." "I locked it, you have to right-click" peak comedy. 'XD this goofus is gonna get clowned on so hard, he might end up making this whole arc worth it by himself tbph -- "we can have a 90-minute teatime if we get there right when they open" …blinks wait what am I saying, I take at least two hours to eat lunch when I take adderall

'XDDDD "wait did you say TEA???" gentle doofus blowing his entire cover like this is almost jojo levels of stupid, I am LIVING here -- gentle thief, filming self running from deku: ♪ look here come the consequence, consequence, consequence, look here come the consequences of my own ac-tions… ♪

who would win, a villain with ten youtube subscribers whose head is so far up his own ass he's a donut, or a shonen protagonist who is prepared to move heaven and earth to entertain a little girl -- 'XD oh yeah, and the donut's mustache is apparently on the line. hope la brava packed a shaver

(translated from Gentleman) "I just want to sneak in, make an ass of myself, and get tossed out by security. um. so let me go plz?"

wait so ditto only entered kendo in the contest so she'd stop hitting him when he does his inferiority complex bit? so someone with a fucking baseball bat took over her duties? pfft okay

I've never actually seen bobobo bobobobo but iirc they control random body hair in that. I think this lady must've wandered in from there. her quirk must be either prehensile eyelash tentacles (which is fucking terrifying) or super-strong eyelids (which is truly pitiable)(she does also remind me of renge from ouran host club a bit but only bc of the dress and the hoity-toity laugh)

("remember where the air membranes are…") hanzo from before they completely changed his abilities back when overwatch 1 existed: "heh. simple geometry."

show, these are filler villains with incomprehensible motives. I don't think even brava knows what clownery's trying to accomplish. don't try to get me invested in them

oh gawd and now it's the deejay nobody likes

"Today, I take the first step towards my great work! I WILL get my eleventh subscriber!" -- "they wouldn't let me be a hero, for the silly reason that I was completely incompetent! the world OWES me attention!" -- "it's not a selfish wish, either, because there is one entire other person who also thinks the world owes me, and that makes my cause just!"

…deku, the fuck no you aren't the same. clownery was born with a legitimately useful power but would've made a shitty hero for other reasons, you were given your power because you were judged to be good hero material.

please tell me brava isn't actually as good a hacker as she thinks she is and doesn't get in, it'd put a nice toothpick in this whole stupid sandwich.

(more flashbacks for the filler villain) "please don't help me rob people. it'd make you a criminal." "it's too late for that. I've already hacked your bank account and invested your entire savings fund into crypto. you shouldn't have made your password whoisjohngalt."

…eh, what's three more episodes

gentle thief suddenly epiphanizing that he's just a selfish dumbass having a particularly destructive midlife crisis. good for him

'XD they could've had Hound or Ecto give a dramatic pause and then go "no, all is fine here," but I'm glad they had Hound bother to say "some alex jones type jackass tried to mess things up but we caught him" first. don't flatter the guy by pretending he'd be worth canceling the show over

"I was once in the hero course, too" 100% of the population was, it's kind of the only thing anybody aspires to in this setting -- "he was so hard to fight because I could've ended up like him" again, he had the chance you didn't and flubbed it

concert scene gud stuff, no notes

"you heard about your father from gandalf. he lied to you. I AM your father" dammit I wasn't planning on liking this too 'XD harry potter reference aside

holy nier automata flashbacks batman

something something vaporeon

montage scene gud, no notes : ] just watching characters who've been through hell have a good time. (still miss shinso tho, I know it's asking for stuff but I wanna see him get to do hero stuff)

wonder what these last two eps even are, they just wrapped up an arc

(eri is gonna live at the school apparently bc I guess they don't have stuff set up yet to account for kids with uncontrollable destructive quirks) blinks I'd completely forgotten that togata lost his quirk. …gotta admit, show gets points for that

(hero rankings) huh. endeavor's "mask" and "mustache" sort of make the symbol for fire. sort of, anyway. hadn't noticed that

how an appliance direct commercial is in the top ten, I don't get

"quirk: streaker!" …I was tryna think of anything to say about hawks but wtf, what the actual fuck

"endeavor doesn't do handshakes, you've changed, you've ruined it now, waaa" 'XDDDD

"haha I just have no self-control" you've said that, we get it, you're an asshole, we just don't know how bad of one yet

"you can fly?" "I'm just not falling!" pfft

…okay well that was a sendoff, huh. that was a lot all at once.

(postcredits) the ninth what. one for all? ghosts? spookums? tbc, I spose

[headfullofpresley]

Little Sister

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 8,5K

Warning(s): 1962!Elvis (yes that IS a warning), Elvis is not famous in thissss, mentions of cheating/cheating, reader and E are NOT!!! related (pls don’t let the title fool ya), slight age gap (6 years), slight angst(?), smut smut smut, cursing, smoking, alcohol consumption. I think that’s all, but let me know if I missed something!

Author’s note: love me some club singer!Elvis. Was listening to Little Sister today and this idea popped into my filthy brain. Also - I don’t know how it works in other places in the world lol but where I’m from we call unmarried siblings’ partners brother/sister in law as well as brother/sister, just a lil heads up.

Enjoy luvs ;)

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‘‘Little sister, don't you kiss me once or twice and say it's very nice and then you run. Little sister, don't you do what your big sister does.

Ev'ry time I see your sister; well, she's got somebody new. She's mean, and she's evil like that old Boll Weevil; guess I'll try my luck with you.’’

Your heart was racing as you were dragging your suitcase along through the airport of Honolulu. Finally your parents had allowed you to visit your older sister who lived and worked in Hawaii during your four weeks of summer holidays and you were beyond excited. Excited to leave the stress of deadlines and annoying frat boys behind and settle in a new environment for a few weeks. The fact that you would be seeing Elvis Presley, your brother in law, again certainly had nothing to do with the excitement you felt tingling in your stomach. At least, that’s what you told yourself and the longer you’d deny your feelings toward him, the more you’d start to believe your own lies. That was until you were face to face with him again─it was much easier to hide your feelings toward him from a different state.

The fact that you and him kissed a year ago didn’t really help your nerves to see him again either. It happened while you were both drunk and neither of you had spoken a word about it, but it did happen and after the hangover from hell you fought off that next morning, it was all you could think about. Luckily for you, your sister and her boyfriend moved to Hawaii not even a week later and maybe if they wouldn’t have, you would’ve never kissed him. It’s not like you thought you’d never see him again, but you just figured that your sister was too busy with her new job as a tour guide and wouldn’t invite you and your parents over until Christmas time. Seemed like Tracy missed you more than you expected, as she had basically begged you to come live with her for those few weeks of your summer break─she even managed to convince your parents to come alone. Despite you being 20, they were still overprotective over you. Your sister was only three years older, but she had always been a bit more of a rebel, not caring that your parents weren’t too happy with her moving all the way to Hawaii with a man she had only been dating for a few weeks at that time. Apparently things between Elvis and her were still well, seeing they had passed their one year anniversary a few weeks ago.

‘‘Welcome to Hawaii, little one,’’ Elvis greeted you with a wide smile on his face as you stepped out of the airport, trying to ignore the heat surrounding you as if you just stepped into a sauna. Your heart did about ten somersaults against your ribcage and you were pretty sure your cheeks were flushed. If Elvis noticed your state of slight shock, he didn’t comment on it and placed a colorful lei around your neck before he took your suitcase from you. ‘‘Where’s Tracy? I thought she was picking me up,’’ you questioned curiously as you watched him open the trunk of his car to put your luggage in it. Your sister failed to tell you that her boyfriend was picking you up and to any normal person, that would’ve been fine, but you just had to fall for a guy that was already taken. By your own sister, for crying out loud. You had no idea how long the drive from the airport to your sisters’ apartment would be, but you were pretty sure you wouldn’t survive even five minutes alone in a car with him.

He closed the trunk and leaned his hands on it, feigning a shocked facial expression. ‘‘I thought you liked spending time with your brother,’’ he grinned, making sure you knew he was playing with you but it still made heat crawl up your neck and face. You hated when he called himself your brother─you loved him so much more than that. If only he knew…

‘‘She had to run some errands to get everything ready for you,’’ he then said, smiling at you as he opened the door of the passengers’ seat, looking at you. You inhaled some air, though it did nothing to loosen up the tightness you felt in your chest. If the heat of the island wasn’t going to take you out, those stupid blue eyes of his were definitely were. ‘‘Alright,’’ you mumbled softly, flashing him a quick smile as you got in the car, making sure not to let the smell of his cologne make your mind go places it definitely shouldn’t be going.

‘‘How is your work going? Do you like Hawaii?’’ You asked as he drove away from the airport and onto the high way. You were nervous, but you were trying your best not to let it show and make him suspicious. You didn’t want him to think you accepted Tracy’s offer to come just for him, because even though that was one of the (main) reasons, you’d rather throw yourself out of the car than to have him know that. He looked at you for a second with a smile on his face before he turned back to the road, his arm casually leaning on the open window frame, fingertips tapping on the wheel. ‘‘Hawaii is amazing, can’t even imagine myself going back anymore,’’ he laughed softly, which made you smile softly as you looked at the view ahead of you. You could understand why he didn’t wanted to go back. You had only seen the airport and some of the scenery from the high way, but it already felt like a place that was soothing for the soul. Beautiful weather, beautiful people and gorgeous nature all around─you couldn’t wait to see more of it. ‘‘I’m sure you will love it just as much as we do,’’ he told you and while you just smiled and nodded, on the inside you were screaming. We. Elvis and Tracy─God, you could just bust your head through the window right there and then when the word rolled off of his tongue so casually. So naturally. You wanted to be part of that ‘we’, of that ‘us’. Y/N and Elvis. Elvis and Y/N. You wanted it so bad.

‘‘And work… is work,’’ he then said, snapping you out of your thoughts, which honestly you were grateful for. You had to get rid off those feelings you carried toward him, but he was making it so damn hard. Why did he have to look so good with that sunkissed skin, blue eyes and dark hair? Before you were going to start to curse God for creating Elvis Presley, you spoke up.

‘‘You’re a singer in one of Honolulu’s most famous clubs, there’s gotta be more to it!’’ You laughed softly, slapping his arm playfully. As he looked at you with a grin on his face and a hint of playfulness in his eyes, you immediately regretted what you had done. He grabbed onto your knee and squeezed it, all in good humor, but you felt as if electricity was shooting down your spine. ‘‘Someone did her homework,’’ he laughed, lingering his fingertips on your knee for longer than necessary. Bare knee, might you add, seeing you were wearing shorts. Oh, please Y/N.. control yourself.

‘‘I was playin’. It’s fun, it’s real fun and it pays well. I’m definitely taking you there one of these days,’’ he said as he pulled his hand back nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t just made almost made you moan at the skin contact. You looked at his side profile, the thought of him taking you out to a club out of all places, got you making up all kinds of scenario’s in your mind. You cleared your throat a little, tugging some hair behind your ear as casually as you could. ‘‘Y-Yeah, that sounds fun. If Tracy hasn’t planned out all of my days here,’’ you said, half joking, half serious. With her being a tour guide, you were sure she had made an entire itinerary for you. You hoped not─wanting to just go with the flow with and without her, enjoying yourself rather than feeling like you had to follow a schedule. ‘‘She usually doesn’t come to the club because she has early shifts,’’ he told you, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at you before he looked back at the road and you chuckled softly, turning back to the gorgeous view to keep your thoughts about the gorgeous man next to you from going to very unholy places. ‘‘It’d be nice to have a familiar face cheering me on,’’ he said, shrugging his shoulders a little as he once again squeezed your knee. He kept his hand there longer than before, making your skin feel like it was set on fire underneath his palm. Once again, you just nodded and smiled.

When you finally stepped inside your sister and Elvis’, unfortunately, shared apartment you felt like you could breathe like a sane person again. Tracy ran out of the kitchen and into the living area Elvis took you in, engulfing you into a tight and warm embrace before you could even get out one word. ‘‘My baby! I can’t believe you’re here!’’ she exclaimed in excitement and you laughed, hugging her back just as tight.

‘‘You’re only three years older, shut up,’’ you rolled your eyes playfully as you pulled back from the embrace and she grabbed your face, squishing your face softly.

‘‘Ssssh, you’re still my little baby,’’ she shushed you, laughing when you swatted her hands away as she took you to the kitchen, handing you a drink. When she showed you the stocked up fridge and guest bedroom she cleaned spotless especially for you, you couldn’t help but feel guilt settle in your stomach. You mind wandered back to a year ago when you and Elvis kissed at that stupid party, not even ten minutes after Tracy left it, and part of you just wanted to blurt it out and come clean. You had always been close to your sister and you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if you would become between her and her boyfriend.

 A week in Hawaii went by and Tracy nor Elvis still hadn’t spend any time with you. You had dinner with both of them the day you arrived, but after that you were pretty much on your own─you didn’t mind that much, seeing you loved exploring on your own just as much. But whenever Tracy and Elvis were home at the same time, you felt some kind of weird tension between them. You weren’t an absolute idiot and could see when your sister was hiding something from you. As Sunday evening rolled around, your peaceful sunny vacation was interrupted by a hurricane. And it went by the name of Elvis.

‘‘Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, Trace! I literally saw you yesterday,’’ you heard Elvis yell from the living room and you froze in your spot, watching the sunset on the windowsill seat in the guest bedroom. ‘‘You always say you’re working, working, working,’’ he yelled again and you quickly tiptoed to the record player that was playing softly in the corner of the room, interrupting Aretha Franklin mid song. You walked over to the door and pressed your ear against it, holding your breath as you shamelessly eavesdropped on your sister and her boyfriend fighting.

‘‘I didn’t know sticking your tongue down the throat of some wolf of wall street jerk was on the list of a tour guide’s job descriptions,’’ he spat at her and you heard her gasp, followed by a scoff and even though you couldn’t see her, you were absolutely sure she was crossing her arms like a child right now, giving him angry stares. She kept her mouth shut though, and Elvis continued his little rant. ‘‘I forgave you the first time, because it was only a week after we came to Hawaii. A week, Tracy! But you’re just never gonna change, are ya?’’ he huffed out in desperation and you felt your stomach tightening at his words, feeling bad for him. Your sister was a free spirit, a soul that wasn’t meant to be bound down by one person─before Elvis, she dated someone new every month, sometimes every weekend, sometimes even multiple people at the same time. Apparently, things weren’t going so well as you had thought.

‘‘You just like the attention too much and you’ll do anything to get it, no matter who you fuckin’ hurt in the meanwhile,’’ he sighed deeply and still didn’t Tracy say a word. He took her silence for an answer though and just shook his head at her, striding down the hall way and toward the bedroom to pack a bag and get the hell out of here. As he passed by the guest bedroom, you ran over to the bed and jumped down onto it, grasping one of your magazines from the bedside table to pretend you were reading it.

There was a knock on the door not even ten minutes later and you tried to sound as casually as you could when you granted the person on the other side access. Your gut told you it was Elvis, but you were still slightly startled when he spoke up. ‘‘Hey, little one,’’ he sighed softly, walking over to the bed as you turned around and slowly sat up. You gave him a weak smile which he returned, sitting down on the edge of your bed. ‘‘Sorry that happened. Are you okay?’’ you asked in a whisper, feeling a little uneasy about the fact that he was in your room alone while Tracy was in the living room. He didn’t share the same uneasiness though, dropping the bag he had in his hand next to his feet as he ran his hands down his face. ‘‘I will be,’’ he mumbled, leaning his elbows on his knees as he kept his face cupped in his hands. ‘‘Guess I’ve just been.. blind. Last night wasn’t the first time I’ve caught her kissing some rich stuck up dude and now that I’m thinkin’ about it, I doubt that first week in Hawaii was the first time she did somethin’ like this,’’ he sighed deeply, shaking his head in his hands a little. You just sat there for a few seconds, but you couldn’t bare to see him like this. Mad at your sister and feeling bad for Elvis, you moved to sit next to him and wrapped your arm around his shoulder, ignoring how broad he was. ‘‘Why.. did you stay with her when you knew?’’ you asked carefully, trying not to step on anyone’s toes here. Rather than getting angry at you for being curious, after all he was the one who came into your room, he just shrugged and groaned deeply, letting himself fall back on your bed after you moved your arm to place a hand on his forearm.

‘‘I don’t know,’’ he looked up at the ceiling, his hands resting on his chest. ‘‘I’m… I was in love,’’

You swallowed thickly at his words, looking at the door that was wide open. You could hear Tracy moving around the living room and you quickly shot up from the bed as you heard the sound of her heels clicking down the hall way, giving her your most innocent smile as she appeared in the door opening. Rather than looking sad or distraught about the fight she had with her boyfriend, she looked angry. Angry that she got caught, you thought bitterly to yourself. She ignored Elvis’ presence and looked at you, smiling softly. ‘‘I’ll be staying at a friends’ house tonight, so he doesn’t have to leave. See you tomorrow, my baby,’’ she told you, blowing you a hand kiss before she turned around and grabbed her purse, leaving the apartment and making sure she slammed the door extra loud. You sighed deeply as you rubbed your temples a little─even though it seemed Tracy brought this upon herself, you didn’t like to see your sister in the state she was in. You were sure the fight between her and Elvis hurt her, at least a little bit, and she wasn’t really helping the situation by going out to spend the night with God knows who. Or maybe you just didn’t know your sister as well as you thought.

You also weren’t happy with the fact that she left you alone with Elvis, even though that little voice in your head was telling you to take your chance now, heart jumping for joy excitedly. You wanted to jump his bones more than anything, but the rational part of your brain stopped you, reminding you that that would even be more terrible than what Tracy had been doing behind her boyfriends’ back.

‘‘Maybe you two just need a night apart so you can talk things out. I’m sure everything will be fine tomorrow,’’ you told him, trying to sound hopeful, as you sat down on the edge of your bed. You hated saying those words. You didn’t want things to work out between them. And you were secretly hoping, no.. praying, that Tracy was on her way to one of her boy toys right now to fuck his brains out and forget all about Elvis. The blue eyed man on your bed let out a small laugh, shaking his head as he put his arms under his head. ‘‘Nah uh, I’m done talkin’. I’m not some random guy she can come home to after she’s done with her little.. sugar daddies,’’ he scrunched up his nose at his choice of words, sighing deeply. You stayed silent for a little bit, crawling up further on the bed so you were sitting next to his head now, looking down at him. ‘‘To be fair,’’ you started, pulling your legs up to wrap your arms around them. ‘‘You kinda cheated on her too,’’ you blurted out, not knowing where you got the courage from to make out such a bold statement. It was the truth, though. He kissed you while he was dating Tracy─the fact that he was drunk while doing so and they hadn’t been together for very long wasn’t an excuse. His eyes shot open, looking up at you as you looked down at him. A soft smile spread across his face as he noticed your eyes shifting down to his lips and you quickly looked away, which made him sit up immediately.

‘‘I told her about that night,’’ he said casually and you widened your eyes, your jaw almost dropping to the damn floor. ‘‘You WHAT?!’’ you exclaimed in shock and he bit his tongue to try not to laugh at the shocked face expression you were wearing. ‘‘It slipped out, alright? I just made up some lame excuse and told her I thought you were her and she believed it,’’ he said with a shrug of his shoulders and you gasped softly, getting up from the bed. Rushing your hands through your hair, you paced back and forth in front of him as he sat down on the edge of the bed. You shook your head, placing your hands on your hips as you came to a stop in front of him. ‘‘You can say whatever you want, but I don’t regret that kiss, Y/N. She was still messin’ around with other guys at that time and I’m a jealous motherfucker,’’ he smirked as he leaned his hands on the bed behind him and you tried not to look down at his thighs, manspreading so shamelessly and so confidently.

‘‘So, what? You only kissed me because you wanted revenge on my sister? Make her jealous?’’ You scoffed, crossing your arms tightly in front of your chest. Elvis couldn’t help but chuckle as he thought about how similar yet different you and Tracy were. ‘‘I mean, not that I care, because it didn’t mean anything anyways,’’ you quickly added, looking away from him.

He raised an eyebrow and sat up a little again, reaching his hands out to place them on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You had to bite your tongue to hold back a squeak, your body feeling like it was set aflame when you were standing in between his long legs, your knees hitting the bed. ‘‘Now I know that’s not true, little one,’’ he whispered, looking up at you with that damned smirk, hands slowly moving down the fabric of the loose sleeping shorts you were wearing. ‘‘I think you care more than you like to admit,’’ he hummed and as you felt his fingertips coming into contact with your bare skin, you found the strength in yourself to swat his hands away and take a step back, inhaling a deep breath of air. ‘‘You’re wrong, Elvis. We kissed because we were drunk and that’s it,’’

‘‘No,’’ he said, his voice dropping a few octaves as he was up and in front of you, looking down at you. No matter how many steps you took backwards, you couldn’t escape him─your hands flew to the edge of the dresser your back hit against and dug your nails into the wood nervously, ignoring how your heart beat was thumping in your ears. ‘‘We kissed because there was somethin’ there. I felt it and I know you did too,’’ he stated boldly and you clenched your jaw so hard you wouldn’t be surprised it would dislocate. All your senses were on high alert when his eyes were drawn to your lips, leaning in closer to you. You knew his words were true. There was something, a pull that always drew you closer to him and him to you. The day Tracy brought him back to the house for dinner with your parents you were already laughing and joking with him. At first, you thought it was just innocent, as did he. Until feelings started to grow, until that damned kiss. He knew that he wasn’t any better than Tracy in this moment, but now that he was so close to you that he could smell the scent of your shampoo and feel the warmth radiating off of your body, he couldn’t hold back anymore. A soft gasp left your mouth as he crashed his lips onto yours and he could feel you freeze for a second, until he slid his tongue across your lower lip. You were quick to grant him the access he wanted and deepened the kiss, your arms flying around his neck. He groaned softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, hand pressed against your back to push you up against his chest.

Alarm bells were going off in your head, but the butterflies that had errupted aggressively in your stomach made you ignore them. You were getting lost in his kiss, touch, scent and could barely think straight as he moved his knee between your legs, lifting it up to press against you. Even though you were wearing your panties and shorts, your body immediately responded to him─getting so lost in his kiss, your hips started moving slowly, arousal growing as you grinded yourself on his knee. His hands moved to your hips, holding you down onto him firmly as he helped your movements along, groaning deeply in your mouth. You gasped softly and pulled from the kiss, eyes slowly fluttering open. As he looked at you with a soft grin tugging at his lips, blue eyes twinkling with a mixture of arousal and mischievous, you suddenly realised what you were doing, and with who, and quickly placed your hands against his shoulders, pushing him off of you. ‘‘I can’t… W-we can’t do this, E,’’ you breathed out in shock, rushing a hand through your hair as you pushed yourself to stand straight, not giving him a chance to speak as you ran out of the room. You slipped into your shoes by the door, grasping your denim jacket before you left the apartment in a hurry─you had absolutely no idea where you were going, but you needed some time alone. Time away from Elvis and his abilities to only make you fall for him harder than you should’ve in the first place.

 Another week had passed and you hadn’t seen Elvis since that night. He was gone by the time you came back to the apartment and every time he’d come by to pick up his things, you’d hide out on the balcony with some of Tracy’s friends that seemed to be coming over to hang out more and more, or you were out and about, exploring Honolulu. You still had not told Tracy about what happened and you also hadn’t talked to her about the fact that she did know about you and Elvis kissing back at home. She also did not mention it and you couldn’t help but feel awkward whenever you were alone with her. As if you were walking on egg shells. Your sister either didn’t feel it herself or didn’t comment on it and continued as she always did─she didn’t seem as bothered by the break up as she should, filling up any voids with those ‘wolf of wall street jerks’ as Elvis had called them. Rich, preppy guys that came from New York to Hawaii for business, but were too busy with pleasure instead. Tracy seemed to have a thing for them, but you hated them. When Tracy arranged a date with one of them for you, you were livid at her but you knew she wouldn’t drop it until you’d say yes, so you eventually accepted just so you wouldn’t have to listen to her going on and on about how much of a great guy this one was.

The wall street guy, going by the name of David, took you to club Butter. The most current famous one on the whole island, thanks to a certain dark haired blue eyed man you were definitely not ready to face any time soon. None of your excuses worked on David and he barely listened to you, seeming adamant to get inside of the place. The whole time you were standing in line to get in you were praying to every God, and Goddess, that Elvis wouldn’t be working tonight. Maybe it was his night off and he was hanging out with his friends somewhere else, or maybe he had a cold and was sick in bed. As always, the universe didn’t listen to you and you didn’t even gave yourself a chance to look at the pretty and fancy interior of the place, your eyes glued to the man on the stage, drawing everyone’s attention to him. His hair was perfectly slicked back, the all black suit he was wearing looking so goddamn gorgeous with that flawless sunkissed skin. You didn’t even stop your date as he slipped his hand into yours and guided you through a small crowd of dancing people, finding you two a table. While he spotted one and tugged you along, all you could do was stare at Elvis and let your knees grow weaker by the second. Tracy was nowhere on your mind and David sure as hell wasn’t either─until the blonde man snapped you out of it by pulling your chair out and releasing your hand. You looked at him with a confused look on your face, reality slowly creeping its way back in.

‘‘He’s pretty good, isn’t he?’’ He yelled over the music as you both were seated, pointing a casual thumb Elvis’ way on the stage. You flashed him a quick smile and nodded, thanking the Heavens when a waitress swung by your table to take your order. You ordered the strongest cocktail on the menu and tried to engage in conversation with the man in front of you, but the fact that the man you actually loved was catching the attention of all those beautiful girls on the dance floor and David only talked about numbers and money didn’t help to make this evening at least somewhat eventful at all. You were bored out of your mind, so you decided to seek comfort in your trusty new friend for the evening─your fourth martini. The slight buzz helped you to forget David’s stories as soon as he finished telling them and even though the man could see you weren’t having a good time, he wasn’t going to give up. His big ego wouldn’t allow himself to have a failed date. He grabbed your hand from across the table and you looked at him, squinting your eyes as he rubbed the back of your hand sweetly. He was talking to you─you could see his mouth moving, but your tipsy mind couldn’t make out the words he was actually saying. You bursted out in laughter, thinking it was the most hilarious thing ever and when the waitress came by again, you immediately ordered another round, not caring about David’s protest. Elvis’ performance was done and when you noticed him hopping off of the stage and making his way to the bar, you looked at David and grabbed your clutch from the table, pointing a finger at him. He reached his hands out to you as you stumbled slightly when you stepped away from the seat, giggling at your own antics. ‘‘I’ll have my drink at the bar, pretty lady!’’ you told the waitress who was still standing by your table and she just laughed as you hooked your arm through hers, letting her guide you to the bar, leaving a flabbergasted David behind.

The waitress left you behind at the bar for one of the bartenders to deal with you and you smiled sweetly at the man as he placed the martini you wanted in front of you. You rumbled through your clutch for a little bit, though before you could pay for your drink, you heard the bartender thanking the person who took his place next to you. You frowned sassily as you looked up and at the person, letting out a scoff, even adding an eye roll for show. ‘‘I can pay for my own drinks, thank you very much,’’ you told the delicious piece of a human being that just paid for your drink. Elvis chuckled softly, taking a sip of his own drink as he leaned against the bar with his body turned into your direction.

‘‘Didn’t look like it,’’ he said teasingly, watching you shove your dollar bills back into your clutch messily. You blew a strand of hair out of your face and stole a cigarette out one of the small wooden boxes that stood on the bar for the people to take, lighting it with a match.

‘‘Don’t you have to do your little dance up there to make aaall the girls swoon over you?’’ You commented sassily, throwing a sarcastic smile his way before you took a drag from the cigarette, leaving a lipstick print behind on the bud. You were still extremely in love with him, but the amount of alcohol in your system made you mouthy─vodka had never been your best friend.

‘‘If I saw right, you were enjoying it too, little one,’’ he hummed in your ear when he took a step closer to you, slipping his arm around your waist. You had to do your best not to leap into a coughing fit, quickly blowing out the smoke from between your lips. ‘‘What are you doin’ here with that greasy piggy bank?’’

You ignored the way his fingertips were caressing your side through your dress and how deliciously his thumb was pressing at the side of your boob. You looked at him, letting out a small scoff as you raised an eyebrow. ‘‘Jealous, are we?’’

‘‘I told ya I was,’’ he grinned, raising both his eyebrows once tauntingly and you looked over at David, whose eyes were glued on you and Elvis. You quickly turned back to the man next to you and raised your hand, slapping his upper arm harshly. ‘‘You could’ve called me, you know?!’’ You suddenly exclaimed, annoyance lacing your tongue, as you pushed him off of you. ‘‘Or even come to see me… somewhere. Am I so easy to toy with?’’

Elvis put his drink down and moved back closer to you, pulling you flush against his chest as he had turned you to face him properly. You gasped softly, your cigarette nearly dropping from between your fingertips. ‘‘You’re the one who keeps runnin’, beautiful,’’ he said with a small grin on his lips, staring you down. You didn’t look away, thanks to the liquid courage crawling through your veins, and placed your empty hand against his chest though didn’t push him away. ‘‘What’re ya gonna do when I kiss ya again?’’ he whispered, though it was loud enough for you to hear him. Your ears were ringing and your heart was beating so hard you were sure the bartender could hear it from where you were standing. Your eyes traveled down to his lips and when his tongue swiped across his lower lip, you threw all caution to the wind and kissed him as if no one was watching. He took your cigarette out of your hand and placed it in one of the ash trays, wrapping his arms around you. You had no idea what would happen if Tracy ever found out, but right now that was the last thing on your mind.

The vodka on your tongue was almost intoxicating to Elvis and he couldn’t stop himself from deepening the kiss, sucking on your lower lip as his hands moved down to your ass, squeezing the flesh through the fabric of your dress shamelessly. The music playing at the club and the sound of people chatting faded far away to the background as your mind filled with only Elvis, his presence and his taste. He was just as far gone as you, trapping you in between him and the bar, not giving a damn about how obscene you two were being in public. A loud cough seemed to snap both of you back to reality and when Elvis pulled away from your lips, you turned your head to your left and squinted your eyes a little at David, the intoxication of Elvis and the martini’s still heavy on your mind. ‘‘Sorry, my guy. She’s just not that into you,’’ Elvis told the blonde male who was looking at both of you with angry eyes, growing even more annoyed when Elvis shrugged casually at his own statement. You hid your mouth behind your fingertips as you tried to hold back a laugh and David just shook his head a little, throwing some money on the bar to pay for the drinks before he turned around and left the club. In the moment it didn’t even occur to you that he’d definitely be reporting the events of the evening back to Tracy.

‘‘Let’s get out of here,’’ you said, not caring how you were slurring your words a little. Elvis moved off of you a little bit to give you more space to move around as you took your drink and took a big gulp from it, handing him the glass with the last sip. He downed it in one go and put the glass back on the bar, slipping his hand into yours. As the bartender noticed you two leaving, he jogged over to the end of the bar, yelling at Elvis how he still had another set to perform but Elvis just ignored him and pulled you through the crowd, out of the club. You tried to keep up with him as he was running down the street, tugging you along with him as he laughed happily. His laugh was contagious and you loved the sound of it more than anything in the world─wanted to hear it every second of the damn day.

‘‘Where are we going?’’ You laughed as he was still running and he knew exactly where to go. Even if he didn’t, you wouldn’t be worried. You felt more than comfortable around him and you knew that he’d never let anything bad happen to you. Your eyes fell down to where your bodies were connected by your intertwined fingers, your heart swelling as he looked over his shoulder with a bright smile on his face. Right here, in this exact moment, you felt the happiest you had ever been in your twenty years of life.

‘‘My place,’’ he grinned as he stopped running, coming to a halt in front of an apartment complex right across Waikiki beach. ‘‘Well, it’s my friends’ place. I’m stayin’ with him for the time being,’’ he said, giving you a knowing look and you giggled softly, biting your lip as you followed him inside of the building. He was all over you in the elevator and you were more than happy to allow it, but as the doors opened and he pulled you outside, fumbling with his key at the front door a little bit, you clung onto his arm. ‘‘Is your friend home?’’

‘‘Nah, baby, he works as a bartender. Won’t be home until the morning,’’ he grinned at you, finally managing to get the key in and twist it, opening the door. The slight nerves you felt melted away again and you pushed him against the nearest wall, throwing the door closed behind you. You captured his lips in a sloppy kiss as your hands moved to the jacket of the suit he was wearing, opening the buttons with quick fingers before you pushed the fabric off of his shoulders. Pulling back from the kiss, you looked at him as he shrugged the jacket off, admiring how freaking good he looked in the black button up he wore underneath that jacket. ‘‘Like what you see?’’ he grinned cockily and while you hated cocky guys, guys like freaking David, you could feel your panties dampen with your arousal. God, this man was making you sin and you liked it.

‘‘Very much,’’ you whispered as you hooked your fingers behind the fabric of his shirt where he had left the bottons open of it, ripping the shirt open completely. He gasped as he looked at you with wide surprised eyes as his buttons went flying through the entrance of the apartment but you didn’t give him the chance to make a comment on it as you ran your hands down his warm chest, nails scraping softly against his nipples. He bit his lower lip and wrapped his large hands underneath your thighs─you took the hint and jumped up, hooking your legs around his waist as he caught you with ease. You grabbed his face and kissed him hungrily. The both of you were too intoxicated with each other to even care about him stumbling into some things before he reached the guest bedroom where he was staying. Your kiss got interrupted as he threw you on the bed and you looked at him, lifting your torso up a little by leaning your elbows on the bed, biting your lip as he took his ripped shirt off, letting the fabric fall to the floor. He kicked off his shoes as he quickly pulled off your pumps and leaned forward, his hands sliding up your thighs and underneath your dress as you were already kissing him again─open mouthed, sloppy kisses that didn’t take long for you to trail down his jawline and neck. You could taste his cologne on your tongue and moaned softly against his skin, hands running up through his hair, messing up the wax that he had styled it so perfectly with. He moaned softly as you sucked on his skin while his fingers hooked underneath your panties, sliding them down without hesitation. You pouted in your tipsy state as he pulled back and he laughed softly, pushing your dress up to your waist. If this would’ve happened in your sober state, you would’ve been a lot more shy, but you had been waiting for this moment for so long. You had been craving him for so long, you just didn’t give a damn anymore. You spread your legs willingly, exposing yourself to him and he slicked back some of his hair with the palm of his hand, hungry eyes admiring your arousal that was glistening in the dim moon light that shone through the room. The view from the bedroom was gorgeous, but right now you were only interested in the view in front of you.

He got on his knees in front of the bed, pulling you closer to him by wrapping his arms around your thighs, keeping your legs spread open. He licked his lips as he shot you a quick wink, sending butterflies throughout your entire body and making your heart leap pathetically in your chest, before he leaned down. The kisses he planted on your inner thighs, moving closer to where you needed him most, felt as if someone was keeping a lit match against your delicate skin. You didn’t even try for one second to hold back as he placed a soft, tiny kiss right on your clit, letting out a needy whimper. You ran your hands through your hair to get some strands out of your face, not caring at all that you were messing up the updo you had perfected a few hours ago and when Elvis ran his tongue up between your wet folds, flicking at your clit once, you moaned lewdly. He licked his lips as he lifted his head a little, grinning at you. ‘‘Oh baby, you taste divine,’’ he said teasingly, kissing your thigh once more before he leaned down in between your legs once more. You were expecting him to tease you until the point of you losing your mind, but he had been waiting just as long for this as you had.

He went in with confidence as he ate you out like a starved man─pretty much making out with your pussy as if he hadn’t had human contact for years. You were trying to move your hips to his rhythm, arching your back off of the bed but he trapped you by pushing you down with his hand on your lower abdomen, lips wrapping around your clit to suck on it as he looked up at you. He released your left thigh and slipped in two of his digits, making you look down at him and moan desperately as your eyes met his. He grinned tauntingly as he stuck out his tongue, flicking it against your clit at an unholy speed as his fingers didn’t go easy on you either, pumping inside of you. One of your hands flew to his hair, tangling your fingers in the locks through the wax that you’d normally be disgusted at to touch, your other hand squeezing the sheets desperately in your palm. Your moans were starting to become soundless, coming out in nothing other than a high pitched gasp or whine. The martini’s you had in the span of an hour or so were making your head spin, along with the orgasm that was fastly approaching. He could tell you were close with how your walls were clenching around his fingers repeatedly, your hips desperately wanting to move away but he still had you trapped, unable for you to escape the sense of euphoria that was so close. So close you could taste it, but before it came, he pulled away from you completely. You gasped as you looked at him with wide eyes, wanting to protest until you saw him stand up and pull down his pants and boxershorts.

‘‘Impatient, little one?’’ he grinned and you couldn’t help but shamelessly sneak a peek at his cock hitting his lower abdomen when it was freed out of the confinements of his clothing, tip red and sensitive, glistening with precum. You bit your lip as you looked at him. ‘‘Stop calling me that,’’ you said, a challenging tone on your tongue and he raised an eyebrow, following you on the bed as you pulled yourself further on it. ‘‘What should I call you then, hmm?’’ he questioned back just as challenging, grinning teasingly at you as he pulled your dress over your head, throwing it to the other side of the bed. He leaned in closer to kiss your lips softly, creeping one hand behind your back─you arched a little, making it easier for him to unclasp your bra and remove it from your body as he pulled back from your lips. ‘‘Anything but that,’’ you rolled your eyes, a soft blush creeping on your cheeks despite the confidence you were feeling tonight. He slipped his hand in between your bodies, aligning himself at your entrance, a soft gasp leaving your lips. ‘‘What would you like to be called, Y/N?’’ he hummed, pushing the tip in, keeping still inside of you. Even though it was hard for him as well, because all he wanted to do was fill you up and fuck you into the mattress, he liked teasing you. He liked seeing that cute little pout on your lips and your hazy eyes looking at him pleadingly.

You tried to push him in deeper by wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing your ankles against his lower back but he just clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, raising a teasing eyebrow at you. ‘‘Use your words, little one,’’

The pet name he used to call you was  cute, but you didn’t wanted him to see you like that anymore. You doubted he ever had though, but you hated it whenever it slipped past his lips now. You huffed as you snaked your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. ‘‘Call me baby,’’ you whispered, trying to thrust your hips forward so you could surprise him, but it’s like he could predict every single one of your movements. He didn’t budge for one second, instead pulling out again, slipping the tip of his cock through your folds, circling against your clit. You moaned softly and looked up into his eyes, silently begging him to just fuck you already. ‘‘Call me yours,’’

This seemed to send him over the edge and he lowered his cock to your entrance, pushing himself all the way in. You gasped and cursed softly at the, very much so delicious, intrusion. Your hands moved down to his shoulders, holding onto him firmly as he gave you a few seconds to get used to him before he started thrusting into you, making you moan out in pleasure. He leaned his head down, kissing your neck sweetly. ‘‘You’re mine, baby,’’ he grunted in your ear, hips picking up their pace more and more. You had your ankles hooked behind his back now, clinging onto him desperately as he was kissing your neck and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Maybe they were empty promises, you had no idea, but right now you were on cloud nine. Finally in the arms of the man you had loved so dearly in silence for so long.

‘‘You’re all mine,’’ he whispered, pulling his head back to look down at you. Leaning his elbow next to your head, he moved his hands through your hair as far as the position would allow him, admiring your beauty as he moaned softly, thrusting into you with determination. ‘‘God,’’ he breathed out, pecking your lips a few times. ‘‘You got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, baby,’’ he moaned against your lips and you moaned right back at him, his words making you cling onto him even harder. Wanting him deeper, wanting him closer. The love you felt for this man was completely consuming you and you had no intentions to fight off those feelings anymore. To hell with everyone, you needed him and only him.

Once more you could feel that feeling of bliss approaching and this time he wasn’t going to pull back and torture you─he looked down into your eyes intensely as his eyebrows knitted together in concetration, hips skilfully thrusting as he moaned at the feeling of you clenching around him desperately, keeping him trapped inside of you.

‘‘Oh, f-f-uck,’’ he cursed with a grunt, teeth sinking into his lower lip for a second. ‘‘I’m g-gonna cum if you keep doing that,’’ he warned and you just grinned, being drunk on him, letting your own orgasm rip through you. He moaned as you were sucking him in even harder during your orgasm and thrusted harder for a few more times, before he quickly pulled out of you and hovered above you as he came onto your stomach. You reached down to wrap your hand around him, squeezing out every last drop. His eyes were rolling into the back of his head, head hanging low as his hips stuttered pathetically, moans rolling off of his tongue. You gasped softly at the sight, breathing heavily as he fell down on the bed next to you. The both of you laid silently for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling to catch your breath.

‘‘Tracy is gonna kill me,’’ you whispered, placing a hand on your forehead. You cringed at the thought of Tracy finding out about what happened between you and Elvis─you had no idea if you were even going to tell her, but you kind of felt like you had to. Besides, they broke up, right? He was a single man and she seemed to be having her own fun with the men on this island. She’ll get over it.

Elvis turned his head into your direction and you did the same, meeting his eyes.

‘‘What if you stay here?’’ he asked softly, moving a little closer to you to plant a soft kiss on your shoulder. ‘‘Yeah, I can stay here tonight,’’

‘‘No, not tonight,’’ he said, and you frowned at him curiously. ‘‘I mean, yeah ofcourse you’re stayin’ tonight, but I’m talking about here. Hawaii. With me,’’

The thought of you staying behind in Hawaii sounded exciting. Way more than exciting. Not even thinking about the fact that your sister would be on the same island, and you had college to go back to, you were sold on the idea as soon as he suggested it. ‘‘I guess I can take a gap year?’’ you hummed softly, turning your head back to look up at the white boring ceiling. Your parents were most definitely going to kill you, or get a heart attack upon hearing the news, but there was nothing else in the whole wide world you wanted more. Except for maybe the dark haired man that was hovering above you now, smiling brightly as he attacked your face with kisses. He didn’t even have to convince you further to take this leap of faith─tonight he made you his and you never ever wanted to hand that position to anyone else. You were more than ready for whatever Hawaii would throw at you, as long as you had Elvis by your side.

[storiesofsvu]

Spring Carnival

Derek Morgan x fem!reader Warnings: language maybe? just a lil fluff drabble. Covers the spring carnival square for bingo!

You were honestly amazed when spring rolled around and Derek actually had a little bit of extra time on his hands. Between work, and the warmer weather the more optimal temperatures for renovating houses, you hadn’t expected it at all. Instead as the air finally began to warm, the sunshine and days lasting longer and longer, flowers fully in bloom, you were able to have more regular date nights. You’d have a nice dinner ready and waiting for Derek when he showed up at your place after a day of work, or he’d take you out on the town for a nice weekend evening out.

This weekend he nudged you awake earlier than normal, prompting you to get in the shower while he got breakfast ready. Once you were dressed, you wandered out to the kitchen to find a pancake breakfast fresh off the stove ready and waiting, the coffee pot steaming, your favourite creamer beside your prized mug. You let out a happy shriek, wrapping yourself around Derek, peppering him in kisses that he chuckled at,

“C’mon, let’s get some food into you, we’ve got a big day ahead of us baby girl.”

“Oh really?” You questioned over your first bite of pancake and he grinned across the table at you.

“Carnival’s in town, did you forget already?”

With a small giggle from you he leant in, stealing a syrupy sticky kiss, breakfast taking priority once again, because he was right, it would be a very long and fun filled day.

*

The grounds were full, but not too crowded, warm but not too hot, a very gentle breeze blowing through the air, bringing the smells of deep fried goodness, fresh food, and weird delicacies meant only to be consumed on fair grounds. Derek wrapped an arm around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head that you smiled at, reaching to link your hands together, able to weave through the crowds easily.

Less than ten steps later you found the mini donuts, and didn’t even have to ask, barely looking at your boyfriend before he was tugging you toward the line. Sprinkles of cinnamon and sugar stuck to your lips and fingers as you groaned over the delicious, once a year treat. Finding a nearby lemonade stand you grabbed your favourites and perused a couple of aisles of shopping and games while you ate, Derek tossing an arm around your shoulders, occasionally stealing a bite of a mini donut, or offering to feed you a powdered one instead.

“Where to sweetness?” He asked, tossing the wrappers into the trash and your face lit up.

“Rides!!” You squealed, pouncing back at him and he let out a low rumble of a chuckle, the grin staying on his face as you moved to buy tickets to hit up the best rides the midway could give you.

Derek’s personal favourites were the more intense ones, the coasters and zippers where you clung tightly to him, screams a little more than ones of intense joy. He’d tuck you into his shoulder, assuring you that he’s got you, and you’d let out a little nervous laugh that he found was incredibly adorable. It was always reassuring when you got off the ride and your cheeks were split in a wide grin, asking if you could ride again and he knew you weren’t actually that scared. You loved the cheesy fun house style rides, making him stop for multiple selfies along the way, though he was more than happy to snap pics of your smiling face, anything to see you happy. You dragged him to a couple of the more kiddie rides, but he still laughed his way through them.

Once you’d conquered the fair grounds for your adrenaline rushes, you alternated between food booths and games. Deep fried Oreos while you swapped off who tossed some darts at balloons, taco in a bag while you watched Derek shoot hoops for the biggest prize they had (which of course he won just for you, sly grin on his cheeks). Specialty flavoured ice creams only available at the carnival, homemade mash up flavours of creamy fudge. Fresh fruit kebabs to balance things out, mixed in with a few beers here and there to combat the heat of the day.

Derek cheered you on in all the games you wanted to play, and you made a brief stop in at your absolute favourite rides as the sky started to darken. You picked up some last minute snacks, sodas and beers as you made your way to the grassy field near the back of the grounds, the perfect spot to watch the nightly fireworks. You dropped into the grass, settling in between Derek’s lap, the oversized giraffe he’d won you in your arms in front of you. You snuggled into his embrace, shivering slightly in the cool breeze and he chuckled, nuzzling himself into your neck, showering it with sticky kisses.

He couldn’t help but smile down at the happy grin on your face, the sparkling in your eyes as they reflected the fireworks in the night sky. Moments like this, days like this, they were always the ones that meant the most to him. You loved him completely unconditionally, and he returned it just as much. He loved his work, his hobbies, and you loved him with those as well, never making a fuss over things. You had your own lives, but those days when the two of you got to come together like this just truly took the cake.

Derek gently tugged you up from the grass when the fireworks were finally done, laughing at the way you let out a tired whine.

“M’tired….” You pouted, “don’t wanna walk all the way back.”

“Lucky you’re cute.” He teased with a prod to your side before turning his back to you and crouching down, “hop on baby girl.”

You let out a little giggle, as sleepy as it was before wrapping yourself around his back, legs securing around his waist before he stood to his full height and began to make his way back the car. The stuffed giraffe swaying in front of him (that you’d affectionately named Gerard), every so often you would rip a small handful of cotton candy out from the bag and offer it to your boyfriend, giggling as his lips would wrap around your fingers, sucking the sticky sweetness from them. You’d swat against his shoulder when he playfully stole the bite that was meant for you and he’d simply tease you that that was his payment for the ride, that he needed the extra energy for the trip.

Back at the car he dropped you to your feet, wrapping a steady arm around you so you didn’t teeter on your sore legs. You let out a happy hum, wrapping your arms around him and popping up onto your toes for a kiss.

“Thank you for today baby. It was so much fun.”

“Anything for you sweetness.” He replied with a grin, quickly snagging another kiss before you let out a heavy yawn and he laughed, “alright, lets get you into the car before you pass out on me.”

“I love you Derek.”

“I love you too baby.”

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[phdmama]

First Line Game

Stealing this from @tackytigerfic because I am procrastinating like a champ!! Gonna do my Drarry fics

List the first lines of your last 10 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 people!

The Reason to Start Again (1800 words, T, little bit angsty, reuniting exes): The rain that’s been pouring down all day has finally tapered off, leaving the streets wet and a heavy mist hanging in the air. 

Tulips on an Organ (3862 words, E, smut): Harry James Potter, graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, current first year student at Oxford Wizarding University, Order of Merlin First Class, and all around pretty great guy (so his friends tell him) has never had a blow job.

Maybe You’re the Difference (26403 words, E, secret relationship, some angst): Draco doesn’t realize that he’s not alone in the room until someone speaks.

The Privilege of Being Yours (21353 words, E, ritual sex magic BABY!): The first Harry learns of the issue is when Draco Malfoy shows up at his flat at ten o'clock on a Saturday night.

Too Many Potters (2025 words, T, secret relationship, funny): Draco blinks, trying to make sense of what he’s seeing.

I'll Be Loving You (Always) (10172 words, T, not getting married, OR WILL THEY?): It’s Molly Weasley of all people who starts it.

Two Lies and a Truth (4130 words, E, vignettes over time): Harry finds Malfoy hunched over the sink in the boys' bathroom, blood dripping from his nose, shockingly red against the white porcelain.

The End of All Things (161 words, T, microfic, silly vignette): Draco is dying.

What a Beautiful Combination (2774 words, E, FWB): Harry says his goodbyes as the last of his students file out the door. 

Written on His Face (178 words, G, microfic): I find Harry hiding out at the far end of the bar, where he’s safe in the shadows, back to the wall, and though I can’t see it, I know he’s got his wand at the ready, muggles be damned. 

I think pretty much all of these are fairly typical of how I start things, which is generally in medias res (I think that’s how I’d describe it anyway). The Reason to Start Again is a bit more descriptive, I guess, which makes sense as that was just sort of an exploration of mood, trying to set a scene. 

Of all these, I have to say, the longer ones are my favs. I’m really fond of the privilege of being yours as it literally grew out of “Hey what if Harry has to have Ritual Sex for Magical Reasons with Draco Malfoy” and then I, because of who I am as a person, went COMPLETELY OVERBOARD to make sure all the Reasons fit together. I really like that one a lot. I have a HUGE love for Maybe You’re the Difference (Auror Harry, caterer Draco) - secret relationships, FWB to falling in looooooove, some angst and PAIN because again, I know who I am as a person and that is someone who likes to break my guys just a lil bit, as a treat. They all get better though.

So, PLEASE DO THIS AND CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED BY ME! And tacky too probably ha ha.

[lostquinn]

Falling Stars - chapter one

Back to Hank

Connor (dbh) x gn!reader

No Connor interactions just yet ;^

Summary - you return to live in Detroit after having been gone for the past ten years, finding home with a gentleman who had a big part in raising you many years ago.

I'll be releasing this slow-burn fic bi-weekly! Each chapter is very likely to me longer than the rest of my pieces so you'll have to wait a lil while for the next part! If you want to be on a tag list please let me know!!

Word count - 1328

You'd lived in Canada since you were thirteen, when your parents moved you from Detroit to Toronto for their careers. Your family had visited Hank, whi was supposedly their closest friend, a handful of times with the last time being for Coles funeral three years ago.

Scrolling through the news on your phone, you found an article on deviant androids in America. An old case from August in Detroit caught your eye and you clicked it, a handsome young man had saved a child from a deviant. The man himself was supposedly an android.

You heard your parents call you for breakfast downstairs and closed your phone, placing it down on your dresser.

For a few years now, you had resented your parents for not being around Hank after the death of his son more. Hank practically raised you till you moved away, and they hardly cared.

You smiled at the picture of you and Hank you had pinned on your corkboard as you left your bedroom, heading downstairs to the kitchen.

"Mornin' hun," your mum chimed as you entered the kitchen.

Your dad put a plate down for you at the kitchen island, piling breakfast ontop as you sat down. You were quiet for a while as you made a start on your breakfast.

"Have you two heard about the deviant cases in America?" You asked after a while. "I heard there's been some pretty bad ones in Detroit, maybe we should visit Hank,"

"Kiddo, Hank doesn't care. It's just another reason for him to hate androids." Your father responded, sipping his coffee.

"He could get hurt." You muttered. "Not that you two care,"

"We do care, he's just been a bit difficult lately-" your mother spoke softly.

"Oh since his son died and we abandoned him?"

Across the room, your father exhaled loudly. You didn't meet his gaze as you continued with your breakfast.

"Sweetie, he's a washed up drunk now. There's no helping that man," your father said sternly. "You should forget about him, he's a spiteful old bastard."

"That 'spiteful old bastard' raised me when you two chose your careers over your own child."

Your father put his mug down "if he raised you, then go live with him." He growled.

A sigh escaped your lips as you threw your cutlery down and stood, leaving the kitchen to head back to your bedroom. You slammed your foot into your dresser as you entered your room, kicking it.

You pulled your phone from your dresser and looked up the next bus to Detroit. Busbud came up saying there was one leaving at 3pm for C$30. You'd arrive at about 8pm. With pursed lips, you purchased a ticked and prayed to the gods that Hank still lived in Detroit, and that you could find him.

Pulling your suitcase and favourite rucksack from your closet, you began packing. You knew you couldn't bring everything so you packed your favourite things and clothes first, moving onto other things once you knew you had space.

You heard the front door click downstairs and your parents cars leaving for work. Your father was a Surgeon and you mother worked for a news channel.

It was a while before you had to leave for the bus, so you sat in your room, organising things for in case you were to return.

Eventually, it was time for you to leave so you shut off all the lights, threw your rucksack over your shoulder and dragged your suitcase outside. You locked the front door and began walking to the Greyhound bus station.

You soon made it to the bus station, climbing abord your bus and sitting in a seat by the window. For a while, you entertained yourself with apps and games on your phone until the battery began to drain.

----

You were shaken awake by the bus driver, it was dark outside and raining outside. Quickly, you thanked the bus driver, gathered your things and got off the bus.

The rain came down heavy, sticking your hair down and pinning it to your forehead as you walked to the police department. You figured you would ask Captain Fowler about Hank.

You spoke to the android at the front desk of the police department, swiftly heading past her into the bullpen. Soon, your eyes landed on the messy desk on the far left of the room. Hank definitely still worked here, however he was not at his desk.

"Is that- [name]-?" Someone questioned from down the hall.

You turned, your eyes landing on the man who had spoken "Captain Fowler," you smiled as you walked down the hall to him.

"How the hell have you been? What are you doing back in Detroit?" He asked. He had watch you grow up, often seeing you sitting at the desk across from Hanks as you did your homework while waiting for your parents.

"I'm good, thank you for asking. I'm here to see Hank, do you know if he's around?"

You noticed someone quirk their head towards you from across the bullpen at the mention of Hank, it was a young man. He sat at the desk opposite Hanks. Most of his dark hair was swept back, a few strands hovered over his forehead. He was the man from the news article you saw this morning. You smiled before turning your attention back to Fowler.

"He's gone home for the day I'm afraid, he still lives at his old place if you want to hunt him down," he smiled to you.

You nodded a thank you, hugging him gently before heading back out of the police department into the rain.

Puddles splashed under your feet as you walked down the street towards Hanks home. You thought back to all the times you'd walked this route with Hank, on the days where your parents were working late or had forgotten to pick you up.

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It was nearly 10pm when you arrived at Hanks front door, the lights were still on inside and you saw Sumo in the window. You tapped your knuckles against the door, knocking until Hank opened the door.

"Fuck yourself Con-" Hank started as he opened the door, stopping as he saw you. "[Name]?"

"Hey Hank, do you mind if I crash here for a bit?"

"Not at all kiddo, always a pleasure to have you around. It's just been a while,"

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry,"

"Ehhh, don't worry about it. Come on in," he shrugged moving out the way so you could enter his home.

You shuffled inside and Hank closed the door behind you. He gave you a look up and down before speaking.

"You look so grown up, nothing like the kid I helped look after," he half smiled.

"You look old," you grinned.

Hank shook his head and lead you to his spare room, telling you that you could stay there for a while.

You leant your suitcase against a wall and dropped your rucksack, glad to finally be rid of the weight. Your shoulders were burning from the weight of the bag and a sigh escaped your lips as you stood up, your back cracking quietly.

"I've missed you Hank," you smiled at him.

"I've missed you too kiddo,"

"You were like a dad to me," you muttered.

"And yet I still don't get a hug," he joked.

You moved towards him, pulling he older gentleman into a hug. He reciprocated the hug, wrapping his arms around you. Your face pressed against his chest, the smell of cigarettes and whiskey burning at your nose. You didn't specifically care, you felt like you were home.

Hank felt like home, he always kept you safe when you were younger and you had no doubt he would continue to do that.

Eventually, he left to go to bed and you got changed into your pajamas. You slipped into bed and soon drifted to sleep. Finally, you were home.

@alondrashultz

[prophxtslash]

I laugh at the “Joey accidentally saw naked S/O in Deathslinger Caleb’s room” short and I would like to see a part 2 where Joey is avoiding S/O during a trial and when she’s last bc others were sacrificed and only one escaped, Joey and S/O have an awkward encounter that leads to Joey questions about their relationship with Caleb (“How long”, “why did you like him?” “does anyone know?”) and they left them free bc the atmosphere is too cold and awkward to handle in this situation. Bonus: Joey returns back to his realm and saw Caleb with Legion and Joey had to quietly tell his group about the incident.

A part 2 for one of my favorite lil things I’ve written? Say no more. (we’re gonna ignore that this is a whole year later…) (also ignore that this was supposed to be short initially but it's now over 1300 words...)

Part 1

Joey taps the knife against his arm, his legs stretched out onto the couch as he makes himself comfortable, his head hanging over the arm of the furniture. This particular trial went by fairly quickly, and given that the last survivor was probably on their way to hatch now, he could honestly care less if they escaped. He shimmies a bit, stretching out as he settles in.

Five minutes pass. Then ten. At fifteen, Joey sits up, a frown tugging at his lips. Maybe the hatch was somewhere well hidden this time? Regardless, he remains put, leaning back once more.

Once thirty minutes pass, Joey groans, irritation seeping through as he rises from the couch, shoving his way through the front door. He scans the main street, eyes darting back and forth rapidly, his knuckles taut against the knife. He then sets off, forcing himself into a steady lope as he searches.

A knock against metal, and as Joey rounds the front of the police car, he pauses.

“Of course,” he groans to himself, “It has to be them.”

Their head leans against the vehicle as their chest rises and falls in a rhythmic pattern, soft puffs of air escaping their nostrils. The knock from earlier must have been them shifting in their sleep, and while the scene may have appeared to be a lack of survival instinct to others, Joey’s unsure how to act. He can imagine how exhausting these trials must be on the survivor's side, but to fall asleep when victory was well within their reach…it seems almost suicidal to rest so carelessly here.

Joey stalls a moment longer, his hand stretching out before halting in mid air, a slight twitch to his fingers. What is he even supposed to do in this situation? He agonizes for a second more, and before he knows it, his hand is on their shoulder, gently shaking them.

“Hey. Wake up.” there’s a slight tone of annoyance in his voice (to be fair, this should have been over ages ago) as he shakes a little rougher. He leans back on his heels as they grunt, their eyes blinking rapidly against the sudden influx of moonlight. They sit up a little straighter, running a hand down their face as they take in their surroundings, their eyebrows furrowing as confusion settles in. Once they turn and meet Joey’s gaze with their own, something clicks, and they wince.

“Ah, fuck.”

They push themselves off the ground, and Joey stumbles a bit in rising at the same time. They dust off their legs as they rest their hands on their hips, squinting at the street, tracking along the sidewalk. Joey taps the edge of his boot onto the ground, all of his confidence from earlier dissipating as he remembers his last encounter with them. He can’t help but feel awkward around them, his palms clammy against the leather of his gloves. He doesn’t notice that they’ve ceased their scanning of the street, and their full attention now lies solely on him.

“Why didn’t you just kill me?” they ask, drumming their fingers along their hip, “That was the perfect opportunity and you didn’t jump at it.”

Joey swallows, and despite his face being hidden behind the mask, he avoids their eyes.

“I dunno… why did you decide to take a nap? This is literally the worst time to do that.”

They fix him with a look. “...do you really want the answer to that? I was at Glenvale just before–”

“aHH OK I GET IT!” Joey’s hands fly up, gesturing wildly, “You don’t gotta share! Jesus..”

A smile cracks, and Joey doesn’t miss the slight chuckle that escapes them as they turn their eyes elsewhere.

“Do you know where the hatch is? Then again, if we’re both still here, that must mean you haven’t found it either.” Joey nods and they hum, sighing as they stretch their arms out, their eyes closing briefly. A quiet swear escapes from their breath, and after a beat of silence passes, they face Joey once more.

“Well, do you mind helping me look for it? Something tells me we both just want to get out of here.” It’s more of a statement than a question, and Joey’s not sure if he should be insulted at the way they speak to him; they speak to him as if he’s a child, as if he’s not a deadly killer who has killed many (including them) countless times. Yet, it almost feels…nice, being treated as if he’s just as normal as them.

“...alright. I’d rather get outta here quickly, I can’t stand this place.” Joey admits, straightening his shoulders as he heads towards one of the houses. They fall into step quickly, their strides matching his own as they shoot him a surprised look.

“Really? It’s certainly better than that fucking swamp surely.” They counter, “Or even Midwich. That place is a goddamn nightmare.”

Joey laughs, “God, that place sucks. I make it up one flight of stairs and I’m done for the match. The least the Entity could’ve done is include an elevator.”

They smile, their eyes crinkling at the corners, “You must love RCPD then.”

Ten minutes or so pass, and both killer and survivor stand at the hatch, the groaning sound of the mechanism bleeding into their ears as a dark, ominous fog oozes upwards from the opening. Despite wanting to hurry to the damn thing, a certain air lingers, and either is uncertain where to proceed from here.

They fidget, “Well, here we are.” It’s a defining statement, one that implies urgency, yet neither moves, the once quiet atmosphere becoming awkward. Joey swallows, a question burning at the forefront of his mind. He has to know.

“Why?” Despite him not clarifying as to the subject of the question, they immediately know what he refers to. They focus their gaze onto the hatch itself, studying the inky abyss of its opening. They shrug.

“I mean, does anyone have an answer as to why they like who they like? I don’t know.”

Joey frowns, “But he’s a killer. You understand that right? Isn’t it forbidden?”

They roll their shoulders, a pop! sounding out. “Of course I know. Doesn’t change anything. We all do what we gotta do to survive here.”

“But-”

“Joey.” They say his name, and Joey snaps his eyes to them, taken aback at the casualness of it. This situation still feels wrong, and even perverse, as this meeting is everything against the rules. Hell, the bond they share with the Deathslinger is thousands upon thousands of times worse. Yet, the simple nonchalance of their demeanor in regards to such taboo is sobering, and almost admirable.

“I’ve been here long enough to not really care anymore. Hell, you’re probably in the same boat as well. Certainly there’s survivors you actually like and relatively get along with?” They continue before he can answer, “This Realm is a nightmare, Joey. It’s hard to not go insane with the constant monotony of the trials. Survive, die, sacrifice, kill, they’re all the same. We’re all trapped here, Joey. Might as well make the most of it.”

Joey is silent, his eyes glued to them as they crouch, their hand outstretched as they press it into the hatch, their arm being swallowed up by darkness. They turn their head to meet his eyes, a small smile forming. And yet, something sad lingers, as they nod once at him, offering a victory sign with their other hand as they slip into the gap, the top folding closed once they disappear.

Joey is alone, the red and blue lights bathing his form as darkness creeps along his legs, Haddonfield already beginning to sink into black. As he closes his eyes, their last words rings loud in his thoughts; a hopeful, yet ultimately despairing sentiment that he shares without a shred of doubt.

Might as well make the most of it.

[artisvns]

❃ ↷ ˊ-          pelican town is all abuzz about SUN JUNHEE, our resident 25-year old VET TECH ASSISTANT. you know, the one who looks like JUNG YOONOH (JAEHYUN)? i don’t see it, but maybe that’s just because they remind me of NAPPING & FORGETTING THE WORLD UNDER SUNBEAMS, THE FEELING OF DEEP DIVING INTO UNKNOWN WATERS, AND LOOKING UP AT THE STARS IN HOPES OF SOMETHING MORE every time i see them at SUNSHINE ANIMAL HOSPITAL. word around town is that they’re increasingly TENDERHEARTED and ASTUTE, but can get rather SELF-DESTRUCTIVE. hope to see them around the valley soon!

ღ     hello cuties !! i’m KLEE, ( she/they, 21+, est ) and i’m here to introduce my bebe JUNHEE, an animal lover & vet who radiates the biggest golden retriever energy you’ll ever see ! he’s a remix of many muses pulled into one where he’s trying to accept his fate as something else when he wishes he could be something else. under the cut you’ll find more info on him and if you’d like to plot, please like this post and i’ll hit you up asap ! ( discord is available upon asking ! )

☀️ BACKGROUND ⸻

read his profile HERE !

TL;DR ⸻ this is the story of how a young boy has been trapped in his hometown by his weak-willed heart, who follows everyone else’s wishes of him despite longing to be discovering the world and viewing it with his own eyes instead of through photographs. he has accepted that fate current roots him to stardew valley, though he hopes one day he can develop the courage to stand up to his parents who’ve set his future in stone. 

25, cancer sun / aquarius moon / virgo rising, he / they, born & raised in pelican town.

his family owns and operates sunshine animal hospital, and they help with aiding the locals’ pets and their farm animals ( if they have any ).

he’s always wanted to leave pelican town and travel the world… but his parents have set him up to eventually take over their family business with no room to debate. he’s currently trying to accept his fate but it’s so hard when he sees others coming & going all the time.

initially wanted to be a musician, but he’s lost hope for this dream and has turned it into more of a hobby. no longer sings, bc he’s not confident enough to try anymore, but he plays guitar for the lil animals he gets to care for ♡

he is an only child, which is the primary reason why his parents are so set on having him take over sunshine animal hospital when they retire. he was interested in the idea when he was a child — who can really blame him, working with cute animals for the rest of his life was a dream ! — but now that he’s older, the idea has lost a bit of its lustre.

studied & graduated from the university of stardew back in 2019, although he’s qualified as a veterinary technician, he is usually his father’s right-hand assistant as opposed to working on his own. when he’s out doing work with farm animals though he’s def by himself and able to show off his knowledge !

junhee really loves his work, so much to the point that he absolutely will not stop until someone is pushing him out of the doors. sometimes work genuinely doesn’t feel like actual work to him, but then there are other times when he wants to just get as much as he can done without any regard for time.

once he passes out he’s out for a good ten hours ! luckily for him, his parents aren’t the type to ignore his health — it’s purely self-sabotage. you’d think for someone who studied medicine he would be more careful, right?

when he isn’t working, he frequents local cafes, the beach, and the community center ! he’s always down for fun and good vibes, which what he considers the best reward after working super hard all week.

he likes meeting new people and hearing about their hometowns !! he may not be able to travel but he likes listening to all the stories anyone is willing to share ( a great listener btw, always super engaged ! ). he keeps a notebook of places he’d like to visit with little notes on what others have told him about these places so he doesn’t forget why he even wants to go there.

he has two adopted pets, a 3-year old orange tabby cat and a 2-year old black labrador retriever. he adopted both of them for his 24th birthday a year ago, and the three of them have been lowkey inseparable ever since? it’s not uncommon to see him with both of his pets just out and about ! doesn’t usually keep them on leashes ( especially since his cat sits on his shoulders ) mostly bc they’re obedient and friendly, but has them on him just in case someone asks him to.

he’s kind of a shy individual but warms up very quickly to people if the vibes are good. he’s an easy-going type of person who typically follows a crowd but unexpectedly has a fighting spirit if his friends need one ( yet does not fight for himself, a whole other conversation tho ). he’s very protective of those around him and very good at comforting people if anyone needs a shoulder to cry on (✿◠‿◠)

there’s probably more that i’m missing but he’s still kinda newish despite being a remix of all my recent Lost Boy-esque muses in one but i’ll figure it out along the way !!

☀️ SCUFFED PLOT IDEAS ⸻

the platonic soulmate, best friend, ride or die, whatever you wanna call it … basically his #1 and there’s no one he trusts more with his life but them !

i love just having more close friends, either friends separately or they’re considered a #certified_squad within pelican town ♡ kinda like ‘where there’s one, the others aren’t far behind’

i think an adventure buddy would be cute ??? he seems so stuck up since he’s a workaholic but he will always be down for walking around aimlessly with a friend ♡

a classic and typical exes plot … could’ve ended horribly for whatever reason or ended amicably !! he’s completely non-confrontational so ig the worse the situation the more he would avoid them like the plague … but imagine a situation where he can’t avoid them like while he’s working lmfao ( not limited to one muse btw i just didn’t know how to word it )

kinda separate from the exes plot but his first love / kiss / whatever ♡ could’ve been a love from his teen years when they were in high school ( puppy love UwU ) or a love from his early adult years where they’re both more mature ♡ he probably doesn’t have feelings anymore but the affection will always be present !!

speaking of uni, anyone who has attended the university of stardew between the years 2015-2019 could’ve met him there and formed some sort of relationship with him … but what that relationship is is completely up for plotting.

um hello roommate or roommates maybe ??? he moved out of his family home after graduating uni so they could’ve been roomies for a couple years already or they started living together recently ♡

fellow night owls / midnight gremlins … they always see each other late at night either bc their shifts end super late or they simply cannot rest at night. they’ve fallen into a routine where they’ll either go out for food together or stay in his apartment for the majority of the night and just chill~~

i can’t think of any more with details to add but other ideas include: cousins / grew-up-like-siblings friends, people who have pets / livestock who see him regularly/semi-regularly as he is a vet, fellow cat/dog owners who want their babies to have playdates ♡, work out buddy, someone he doesn’t get along w for whatever reason, past pen pal(s) who decided to visit pelican town … also vv down for brainstorming ♡

[harrywritingsbyme]

Hi would you mind writing a short lil something about Harry and Reader turning bubs‘ room into a big boy room and getting kind of emotional getting rid/storing away all his baby stuff? That last ask was so cute 🥺

Growing Up

Based Off Of This Ask

A/N: So I just wanted to write something. So I wrote some dad!Harry fluff for y’all bc this concept was too cute and I just loved it so much. It’s just a little blurb, that kinda gives me a head cannon type of vibe for some reason...so I hope it doesn’t suck lmao! enjoy🥺🥰

Your little boy was growing up so fast. It was almost as if you had blinked and the time just passed you both by. You and Harry could vividly remember the day you two found out that you were expecting, when bubs was just a tiny bean in your stomach. The both of you were beyond happy in that moment. You were gleefully jumping around the bedroom and you two let the joy filled tears from the amazing news flow from your eyes as you celebrated this monumental moment in you guys’ family and life together. 

Over the course of the nine or so months following that day, you and Harry happily watched as your baby boy (and you for that matter) grew. You and Harry got to see your baby at your scheduled ultrasounds and you watched him transform from a little dot on the screen to a fully formed baby with ten fingers and toes along with a miniature version of Harry’s nose. The two of you felt bubs growing too. When you felt yourself getting bigger, your son was getting bigger as well. Along with the increase in the amount of weight forming in your midsection, you could feel your son moving around too. As you became farther along in your pregnancy, you could feel your baby boy moving around in your stomach more and more. There were so many times where bubs would move around and kick you, to which you’d let out a sharp wince and Harry would softly yet “sternly” reprimand his son letting him know that it wasn’t nice to kick his mommy. But even though you could definitely go without a swift kick to your ribs, you couldn’t stop the little smile from spreading across your face once you got over the initial pain of it all. You were so happy to feel that your baby boy was growing and healthy, and you were beyond excited to see him. 

Along with a couple of very memorable days throughout your pregnancy, and the day you found out that you were expecting, the day you finally gave birth was definitely a day that would always remain clear at the forefront of you and Harry’s minds. After an epidural(that was hardly effective in your opinion), hours upon hours of being in labor, a lot of tears, and some strong screams at Harry, the two of you finally welcomed your baby boy into the world. He was absolutely perfect and everything you and Harry had envisioned. Even though he was much bigger than the tiny dot on the screen at the very early stage of your pregnancy, he was still incredibly tiny. Especially when he was in Harry’s arms. The two of you soaked up every moment with your baby boy and neither of you wanted him to grow up and not be the little baby that fit perfectly in your arms. Even when he kept the two of you up at night and into the wee hours of the morning, you and Harry never wanted him to grow up.

But that’s exactly what he did. Again, it was like the two of you blinked and the time just blew right past you both. One moment he was the tiny little human that found his home in your belly and then in your arms. And the next he was a two and a half year old carbon copy of Harry with a sprinkle of you in the mix that had a big and amazing personality of his own. He was without a doubt you and Harry’s favorite person in the world and there weren’t enough words in the world to describe how much love you two had for that little boy. But even though this was the case, you and Harry couldn’t help but miss that little baby you brought home two and a half years ago.

And since he was no longer a baby anymore, it was time for bubs to get his first big boy room. 

He’d already outgrown so many of the clothes you and Harry had gotten him along with the toys he had. The last thing on the outgrown list was the crib. And once that was finally crossed off the list, it meant that he’d finally outgrown everything. Which meant that it was time to give him a room that best suited him and his growth along with his interests. You and Harry noticed that bubs had taken a great interest in dinosaurs. From the toys he wanted and played with to the books he wanted to read to his favorite pajamas, everything was dinosaurs. So that’s what you and Harry decided to play off of when building your sons new room. The two of you wanted to create a dinosaur oasis for him and you wanted it to be everything that the toddler could possibly want. For almost four months you and Harry bought all of the furniture and decor that fit perfectly into the dinosaur theme the two of you had envisioned. And as it all came in, the two of you were able to perfectly and seamlessly put the room together. Every once in a while having a little hiccup in the process like not centering a nail on the wall or something, but nothing major. 

Now while you and Harry were loving the project and enjoyed doing this for your son, it was still a really hard process for you both. Particularly for Harry though. As the two of you got closer to being done with the new room, you and Harry began packing up bubs’ baby clothes and things that he grew out of so that you could donate them and make space for the new things you two had gotten for him. As you two packed though, Harry was incredibly sad. While he loved his little man who ran around and was just full of life and energy, he missed his little baby. He couldn’t pick him up and have him all snug and tucked into his arms the same way he used to. Bubs was bigger and all of that was sinking in now as Harry packed up all of the small clothes and toys. With everything that was placed into the container, a little coo or memory left Harry’s mouth. He couldn’t stop himself from getting a little emotional at the fact that his baby was now a big boy. The both of you were incredibly sad that he was growing up so fast. 

And even though it was an incredibly sad thing to think about, what made both you and Harry happy about it all was the big smile and shouts of amazement that came from your son once you two revealed the room to him. He was absolutely in love with his new big boy bed and all of the dinosaur pictures and decor on the walls, and the toys, and the dinosaur nightlight you two had gotten for him. He ran around the room looking at everything and taking it all in and just loving what his mommy and daddy put together for him. He couldn’t stop saying the cutest little thank you’s which only melted you and Harry even more. Seeing bubs so happy made you and Harry beyond happy and it made the whole growing up thing a bit easier. 

After showing some of the things he couldn’t immediately see in his new room and playing with him a bit, you and Harry decided to step out and let bubs enjoy his new room for a little bit while you two continued with cleaning out his old room. The two of you gave the little boy a ton of squeezes and kisses before leaving him alone with his toys and getting back to packing all the baby stuff up. You and Harry had a set up on the floor so the two of you got back down there and went back to folding and looking through things. After a little while though, Harry couldn’t do it anymore. He was too overcome with the fact that his baby boy was getting bigger and now had his first big boy room. All of it was just too much for him. Keeping the little clothing item in his hand, Harry turns himself around and lays down on the floor, resting his head in your lap and causing you to turn your attention onto him. 

“What’s going on babe?” You ask, finishing up the fold on the item in your hands before giving him your full attention. 

“M’sad” Harry mumbles with a big pout spread across his face. 

“Why baby?” You coo, bringing one of your hands to the side of his face and the other to his hair. 

“Because! Our baby isn’t a baby anymore.” Harry whines dramatically. 

“It’s not like he’s 30 or something with a wife and kid of his own...you are.” You joke, trying to lighten the mood. 

“Y/n!” He whines. 

“Okay fine! I hate it when you’re all mopey and sad, so don’t be. I’m sad too, but it’ll be okay. No matter how big he gets, he’ll always be our baby.”

“I know, I just can’t stop thinking about how small he was when we brought him home and how he really needed us. Now he’s this little person who isn’t as small and who is starting to not need us. He’s his own little person.” He explains. 

“Well he is his own little person. But he’s only two and a half, so he’ll be needing us for a good while Harry.” You reassure him with a little laugh, trying your best to comfort your very emotional husband. “What will make you feel better? What’s gonna make my baby feel better?” You coo, softly pinching his cheek in the process. 

“Make another baby?” He proposes, turning is head up towards you. 

“You know that takes both of us right?” You ask sarcastically, trying your hardest to not roll your eyes at him. 

“If I’m not mistaken, I remember you being a big fan of the baby making process.” He reminds you smugly. 

“Maybe.”

“See! Plus we’ve talked about it a couple times, so it’s the perfect time.” He says happily in your lap. “If we put bubs down for his nap now, we can have our second bubby cooking in there by dinner.” He says optimistically, bringing a hand up to your currently empty stomach. 

“I don’t think that’s how it works Harry.” You deadpan, trying to hold back your laughs from how happy and cute he was in this moment. 

“Who cares?! It never hurts to try!!” Harry continues on. “Are you in?” He asks hopefully. 

“Let’s make another baby then.” You giggle, giving in to the idea. From the outside looking in, it may have looked like a bit of a spur of the moment thing. But in actuality, you were already thinking of possibly adding another member to the Styles family. You too were sad at the idea of your little boy growing up. And on top of that, you wanted him to have a sibling and someone to play with. So it all kind of worked out. Bubs was going to be turning three soon and you and Harry were really thinking and talking about another baby so it was perfect. You just hoped that you wouldn’t be popping out another baby as each of the other kids were growing up. You were kind of crossing your fingers that going forward a big boy bed didn’t come with the quest of having another baby. 

Maybe after baby number two harry wouldn’t be so sad about growing up. 

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Bingo #2

Finally, another prompt came up on my card. Today’s was:

"Unless I screw this up, I'm going to marry you." "Well, you better not mess this up."

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“You’d better not mess this up, Harry,” Ginny said in a playful voice. He shook his head and continued trying to pin the flowers she'd finally decided on to the side of her dress. Stepping back to admire his handiwork, he heard a tsking coming from behind them. He turned to see Lily, his youngest and only daughter, rolling her eyes at them.

“Daaad,” she said, drawing the word out as she usually did when she was teasing. “Honestly, you’ve pinned it all crooked. Are you sure you don’t need stronger glasses?”

“Don’t tease your father on his dreadful eyesight, Lily, love,” Ginny chided as Lily took over. “It’s been my constant and ever true companion these last forty years, I’ll have you know.”

Now it was Harry's turn to scoff, and he meandered away from the mother and daughter team and glanced in the mirror next to them. He could finally say with some happiness that he was okay with what he saw. His hair was still black (if only slightly more peppered with grey than before), and for the last few years, he'd been wearing it short so that it no longer stood up like a bird’s nest in the back. There were wrinkles - of course, there were wrinkles, but mostly laugh lines, as Ginny liked to point out to him. But most of all, what Harry liked the most when he looked in the mirror these days was that the man looking back at him looked at peace, and furthermore, he felt at peace.

“I can’t believe you two are doing this,” Lily was saying. “Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron have been taking the mickey all morning, just so you know.”

"It's because your uncle Ron is a git and doesn't have a romantic bone in his body," Ginny said under her breath as Lily starting fussing with her hair.

Harry chuckled. “What’s Hermione’s reasoning then? She’s been worse than him.”

Ginny smiled at him. “Jealousy, of course.”

"Ah, that must be it," Harry said, watching as Lily undid her mother's (still) fiery red hair from the eloquent up-do she'd had it in. He bit back a laugh as Ginny scowled at Lily, and Lily scowled right back. It was times like this he really appreciated how much mother and daughter were alike. They were both two relatively immovable forces. He felt his heart fill with joy but hid it from them. He had a feeling neither Potter female would enjoy the comparison at the moment nor his amusement.

“Where are your brothers, Lil?” he asked now to distract them from an actual row breaking out.

Lily sighed as Ginny finally acquiesced and lowered her hands to let her daughter do what she wanted.

“Oh, they’re around. Albus is back behind the bar already, mostly to keep uncle Hagrid from getting carried away, and Jamie is babysitting Gideon.”

Harry smiled at his daughter, wondering (not for the first time) why Albus had been placed in Slytherin and not Lily. “Nice of you to lure your brother into babysitting your child.”

Lily gave him a cheeky grin. “Well, I had to make sure you two weren’t getting up to anything naughty back here. I mean, it’d be just like you two to get carried away and miss your own ceremony.”

Ginny snorted. “That happened once. Okay, maybe a few times. Is this family never going to let us live it down?"

Lily gave a long-suffering sigh and didn’t reply. Harry caught his wife’s eye in the mirror and felt a familiar heat spring into being, spreading through him as his mind played old (and not so old) memories in his head. He wasn’t sure how long they stared at each other when Lily threw up her hands in exasperation.

“All right, I’ll leave your two alone, but it starts in ten minutes. Not even you two can get up to much in that amount of time. Not at your age. One hopes.”

Their daughter sauntered out, her long red hair swaying behind her with attitude. Clearly a trait she’d inherited from her Mum. As if reading his mind, Ginny reached for him. “She’s got a lot of cheek for someone who was conceived during one of those carried away times, doesn’t she?”

Harry nodded and kissed her, unable to help himself. He breathed in her flowery scent and only murmured minor protests when her hand slipped down the front of his body. Her hand brushed against what was now turning into his full-on appreciation for her. Not for the first time in his life, Harry was exceedingly happy with dress robes and their ability to hide…things.

Ginny’s brown eyes sparkled mischievously at him when they broke apart. “You know, by this light, I may have to change my mind. I don’t think I will re-marry you.”

Harry held his hand to his heart in mock disappointment. He raised an eyebrow at her suggestively. “Well, I can always run off with some younger witch. Since, you know, we’ve been together all of our lives, and Rita Skeeter still thinks we're faking it. There's no way two people could still be in love after all this time. Don’t you know that, Gin?”

“Oh yes, how could I forget! What did she say the other day? That we’re unrealistic? How dare we.”

They both laughed, and Harry felt the familiar purring in his chest as he lifted her chin with her finger, kissing her again. Ginny sighed as she opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Well, all right, you do snog fairly well still. I reckon I'll keep you, Mr Potter.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear, Mrs Potter,” he said softly.

A gentle knock on the door had them break apart, and Ron stuck his head around the door, one hand over his eyes. He peeked at them through his fingers and released a deep sigh of relief.

“They’re still clothed! Snogging, but clothed!" Ron yelled to whoever was behind him, and he came into the room, closing the door with a definitive thud.

"Come on, Harry, you're needed at the head of the aisle, as Mum keeps telling me. She keeps getting shirty with me about this whole renewal ceremony. Asking me when Hermione and I are going to do it. As if. We can’t help it if we got it right the first time, can we? You two can be apart for five seconds, yeah? Hey, that dress isn’t too shabby, Sis.”

“Thanks, dear brother,” Ginny said dryly. “Enthusiastic compliment as always.”

“See you in a few,” Harry murmured, squeezing her hand.

"Don't trip in those fancy shoes," Ron quipped at his sister. Ginny stuck her tongue out her brother, and Harry sighed dramatically.

"Unless I screw this up by tripping or murdering my brother, I’m going to marry you,” Ginny said, winking at him. “Again.”

“Can’t wait, Mrs Potter.”

Ginny beamed brightly at him, and Harry saw Ron roll his eyes, but he didn't care. He was proud to renew his vows with Ginny. She had been a constant source of love, happiness, and solace to him throughout their many years. And perhaps, just perhaps, the world needed to be reminded that love always conquered all at the end of everything.

Always.

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