#luckily my dog is beautiful and perfect so

[abirddogmoment]

We have a trial tomorrow so I practiced some of the trickier exercises. Mav is perfect in every way.

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HOT OR NOT? POKEMON

There are a lot of pokemon out there. Some of them are good. Some of them are bad.

the world of pokemon is a beautiful one filled with many "types" of pokemon. some pokemon are steel. some pokemon are bugs. some of them are even normal. lately i have found myself thinking, which pokemon is the most steel? which pokemon is the most bugs? which pokemon is normal? and today i am proud to say i have answered these questions and more.

It can be hard to decide, since there are so many of them, but luckily I'm here to make that decision for you. i have definitively chosen the most representative (most) least representative (least) personal favorite (best) and least favorite (worst) design of every pokemon type. and i will now explain it to you in detail

now keep in mind we are ONLY talking about design here. lore is not coming into play whatsoever. if you want to explain to me why xyz pokemon is actually the most/least/best whatevertype pokemon because it's based on this or that: i don't care. that's not why we're here. we're judging books by their covers today

Normal Type

Most - Herdier: This is just a regular ass dog, which may be considered one of the normalest things on the planet. It doesn't get much more normal than this, folks.

Least - Arceus: If i saw this thing it would be one of the least normal days of my life.

Best - Skitty: This is just a perfect design, there isn't anything bad you could possibly say about it and if you tried I'd hit you. Look at that face. ^_^

Worst - Castform (Normal): It looks like either a pair of balls or caspar with a fat rack and in either cae it's just kind of unappealing to look at.

Grass Type

Most - Shaymin (Land Forme): Although 'grass' a type represents all plant life, I am choosing to interpret it literally here. Shaymin is the grassiest of all grass pokemon, and although this is not part of the criteria, it is also very cute so lets all take a moment to appreciate that

Least - Kartana: this is an origami swordsman bug thing which to me isn't really Grass at all. I do love the design but it's not very grassy. yeah paper comes from plants but gun to my head i would have not guessed grass type for this pokemon in top 3, maybe not even top 5.

Best - Wo-Chien: I just think this guy represents a ton of pokemon design philosophy at its best. It has a very strong sense of color, good use of shape, is just a tiny bit strange, and most importantly is a kind of Creature i would like to hang out with

Worst - Calyrex: The more realistically proportioned hare head with the strange body does NOT work for me. I'm not mad about the massive berry on top at all but why the perfectly round torso? Why the stubby little arms? Why the noodle legs with the thigh high boots? I think you could fix this one pretty easily ultimately but it really needs fixin

Water Type

Most - Wailord: Although there is no actual water in wailord's design, the mere presence of a whale implies the necessity for an amount of water that is almost as catastrophically overwhelming in its absence as its presence.

Least - Palkia: Other than looking like an anthropomorphized speedboat palkia is not particularly aquatic in its nature

Best - Lapras: There's a lot of great water pokemon designs but i think lapras is firing on all cylinders. Really a classic pokemon design.

Worst - Quaquaval: There are a lot of pokemon that are uncomfortably anthropomorphic and there have been since gen 1. It's not something I'm against in concept at all and it's produced some of my favorite pokemon designs of all time. But unfortunately when it flops it flops hard. Seriously, what are these proportions? Perfectly fine idea for a pokemon just executed with shocking inelegance.

Fire Type

Most - Gigantamax Cinderace: This is simply the most amount of fire you're getting in a fire pokemon. Biggest bang for your buck

Least - Blacephalon: Another ultra beast design that is, as a design, excellent, but i would not be able to guess the typing on the first try if you put a gun to my head

Best - Chandelure: What if a haunted chandelier was your friend. Enough said. This thing just rules

Worst - Cinderace: Everything I said about quaquaval is equally true here.

Fighting Type

Most - Machamp: He's a wrestler with four arms this is as fighting as fighting gets

Least - Meditite: This is a small child in an open, peaceful stance. I sense no violence here. If he were to fight, he would have been provoked.

Best - Mienshao: effortlessly elegant design that conveys the aesthetics of martial arts with the simplified animal anatomy and strong shape language that represents pokemon at it's best

Worst - Gurdurr: This entire line is profoundly uncomfortable to me but the prominent near-bursting veins and inexplicable hourglass figure are at their worst here.

Flying Type

Most - Altaria: This is a bird made out of clouds, which is the most flyingest a thing could be.

Least - Shaymin (Sky Forme): This dude doesnt look like its feet are getting off the ground anytime soon if i'm being quite honest

Best - Sigilyph: Great example of what flying type can look out when you branch away form birds. The stranger and less organic feeling pokemon are collectively some of my favorite and i think sigilyph is one of the more effective ones.

Worst - Enamorus: 😬

Electric Type

Most - Xurkitree: The Exposed Copper Wiring Pokemon. Great stuff. Also a banger design on top of being the most.

Least - Alolan Geodude: I understand the eyebrows and hair are supposed to be gatherings of lead sand but its still not giving electrivity. it just looks like a rock, one of the least electric things on the planet

Best - Rotom (All Forms): I wanted to put every rotom here but there was no way to arrange that easily. Just picture all the other rotoms here too. Rotom is awesome it's normal design is just cute and fun and then all of the other appliances are just a great concept.

Worst - Elektrike: Not unforgivably bad or anything but just kind of a design that doesn't convey a lot of information or have any appeal to it. Completely forgettable.

Poison Type

Most - Galarian Weezing: This guy is the most poisonous possible poison you could have. This guys hobby is global warming. This guy is dumping carcinogens into the river. And not just incidentally. He's ideologically motivated AND gets pleasure from it.

Least - Oddish: Not only do I not believe eating an oddish would poison me, i think oddish is healthy. I think it's good for you.

Best - Ivysaur: It's impossible to truly extract the nostalgia from my feelings towards the gen 1 pokemon designs but I think we can all agree. Ivysaur looks great

Worst - Eternatus: Does not even look like it belongs in the same franchise as anything else on this list so far. And on top of that, it looks stupid. 0/10. I do like the version of it that's an evil hand though.

Psychic Type

Most - Mega Alakazam: This dude looks like he should be airbrushed on a black velvet tapestry. I can't imagine anything more psychic than that.

Least - Exeggcute: Picking a least psychic pokemon was a hard one, because although we have some specific idea of what a psychic is, it's hard to say what one isn't. Ultimately, I don't think a handful of cracked eggs feels very psychic to me. I'm not sure what they feel like to me to be honest.

Best - Deoxys: Take a note, people, this is how you design a pokemon that's 'cool'

Worst - Necrozma: Take a note, people, this is not how you design a pokemon that's 'cool'

Ground Type

Most - Dugtrio: Dugtrios presence in the area is synonymous with the ground. It is not the ground itself but it is of the ground. It will never leave the ground. We will never know dugtrio in its entirety, we will only see as much of it as the ground lets us.

Least - Whiscash: That's a fish, it shouldn't be on the ground.

Best - Trapinch and Claydol: I really really wanted to avoid ties here but please indulge me just this one. These are two creatures that are perfectly made but each in its own distinct way.

Worst - Zygarde (Complete Forme): Overdesigned as fuckkkkkk

Ice Type

Most - Avalugg: This guy's ice.

Least AND Worst - Jynx: Not only is Jynx not particularly icy, changing the skintone was really not enough to redeem this design.

Best - Glaceon: There aren't any bad eveelutions. That said, glaceon isn't my favorite. However in the contect of ice pokemon I think it does a great job of using shape language and colors that feel icy without needing to actually resort to just chucking ice onto it. A lot of ice pokemon are either a little bit too on the nose or just outside of my taste bracket

Bug Type

Most - Caterpie: Very bug.

Least - Pineco: this is a pinecone with eyes, which is different from a bug.

Best - Leavanny: Look at that winning smile :)

Worst - Buzzwole: TOO SWOLE!!!!

Rock Type

Most - Onix: You may think it would have been geodude, who is just a rock with arms, but onix is actually just a rock with a face which is then attached to SEVERAL MORE ROCKS. That's as rock as it gets.

Least - Sudowoodo: You can't pull the wool over my eyes. That's a tree.

Best - Lunatone: What if the moon was kind of creepy and also your pet.

Worst - Terrakion: Think this motherfcukers just ugly

Dragon Type

Most - Mega Charizard X: We all know Charizard is a dragon but that's only sometimes true. When it's true, it's very true.

Least - Tatsugiri (All Forms): Why is a piece of sushi a dragon. I do support it don't get me wrong. But I'm not exactly following the throughline

Best - Rayquaza: I think sometimes the legendary pokemon end up in the Too Much category but I think rayquaza pushes riiight up against that edge without going over it.

Worst - Dracovish: Shitting on the mix and match fossilized pokemon feels kind of like low hanging fruit. I honestly think they're kind of fun in concept. But this just looks stupid

Ghost Type

Most - Haunter: Self explanatory

Least - Decidueye: A very fun design but it feels like its got much too life in it to be ghostly.

Best - Polteageist: I'm insanely biased because I love ghosts and have a teapot collection so when i saw they put a ghost in a teapot i was overjoyed and it became my favorite pokemon as a whole instantly.

Worst - Gholdengo: Looks like the mascot for a string cheese brand

Dark Type

Most - Guzzlord: Dark type in japanese is Evil type which certainly has different connotations. In either case, I think whatever it means for a pokemon to be dark or evil is embodied here.

Least - Scraggy: I don't think this guy is dark or sinister at all.

Best - Mega Absol: I'm just so charmed by mega absol because it is indistinguishable from the kind of thing a teen with a deviantart would have drawn. It's like an edgy emo fairy white haired anime boy angel sparkledog. But despite that it still has a lot of aesthetic integrity and manages to only be a bit over the top in a way i think it's suited for.

Worst - Mega Sharpedo: This cluttered design pretty much undoes anything that's successful about sharpedo's standard form

Steel Type

Most - Melmetal: the unrelenting metalness of this guy is not even tanted by any even vaguelt biological components

Least - Wormadam (Trash Cloak): Not a single visibly metallic part on this pokemon

Best - Magearna: A clockwork magical girl... what a great design.

Worst - Varoom: Something about this guy looks agonized to be alive. And I feel that agony too. It looks like a motorcycle that was in the process of being transmogrified into a creature but the process was incorrectly terminated halfway through and now it lives a cursed and painful existence.

Fairy Type

Most - Mega Diancie: this thing could give me a quest to save the world and i would listen to it

Least - Galarian Weezing: I also wanted to do no duplicates but once again I will ask you for my forgiveness. Clearly this thing is the least fairy fairy. Not only is it unfairy, I think it tortures fairies. I think it's the villain in a movie where a bunch of children have to rescue a gang of captured fairies who are being used to power a Pollution Factory. I think this things grinds fairies up into dust and uses them to line the rim of its cocktail glass.

Best - Klefki: Klefki is soooo fun. I feel like if klefki was a ghost pokemon it wouldn't hit the same way because the idea of a haunted keyring is fun, sure, but it's notwhere near as good as a Whimsical Enchanted Keyring.

Worst - Zacian: this thing could give me a quest to save the world and im not sure i would listen to it. man the legendary dogs are just kind of a mess aesthetically

Okay that's all of the types. I don't really have a way to end this post. Of course there are a bunch of really good designs and really weird and cluttered ones that I didn't get a chance to talk about but. Idk man I can't rate every pokemon design there's just too many of them. there you have it.

[mkkk12345]

Divus Crewel x Wife Reader How they met

Sorry this took so long to write, I was once again procrastinating lol Feel free to request situations (I write slowly and I’ll be pretty busy for the next while sadly, but please do request if you would like to! I'll do anyone in twst for the most part with your usual restrictions) (side note I got the names for the dogs from the 101 Dalmatians)

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Oh how Crewel would come to regret what he had done that day, he really should have seen it coming. “Hey! Professor Crewel, tell us how you met your wife!”

This had all started when Crowley had approached him with a challenge. “If you manage to raise the class average of the first years to let's say~ 80 percent? I'll give you a raise! Am I not so incredibly generous? Hahahhahaaaa” He cawed to himself as Crewel walked away absolutely done with the crow mans shenanigans

Rolling his eyes he responds “I guess there is no harm in attempting it”

As an encouragement to study harder he had told his students that if they were able to raise the class average to 80 percent by the next semester he would allow them to ask one question about his personal life. Of course all of the students had jumped at the chance to glance into the oh so mysterious and strict teachers personal life.

And that is why we are here now.

Professor Divus Crewel, now being forced to tell the oh so embarrassing story of how he had met his lovely wife.

“Well it's not the worst question you lot could have asked. I would rather not share this story but if I must I will do so…”

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Divus was around 17 when he first met Y/N It was a bright and sunny day, the weather was perfect and it just so happened to be a long weekend, a rare opportunity to visit home in the Queendom of Roses.

It was also a perfect day to take his beloved pet dalmatian Perdita for a nice long walk in the nearby park for some long deserved bonding time.

When Crewel was home from NRC he would often take Perdita to the park. Whether it was actual exercise or for some relaxing time outside to sketch new fashion designs, Perdita never really minded. But today was different, the minute the pair stepped out of the door the spotted dog went bolting in the direction of the park. “Hey! Slow down girl, why on earth are you in such a rush today?!” he said, trying to keep all his sketching supplies from falling to the ground.

Luckily for young Divus, the dalmatian did eventually slow down once they reached the park. “You act as if no one has been bringing you to the park since I left for school.” he said exasperated from the impromptu run.

Soon after catching his breath Divus and his companion walked over to a nearby bench so the boy could start sketching, but right as he put his sketching equipment down there was another sudden tug on the lead and once again they were off “hey! Slow down! What has gotten into you toda-” CRASH he had been cut off suddenly, crashing into another person as Perdita and what seemed to be another dalmatian were running circles around the two very effectively tying the two together.

When he finally pried his eyes away from the dogs he finally realized the full situation he was in, tied up with a very beautiful young lady. “Oh my god I'm so sorry he doesn't usually act like this, Pongo would you stop that already?”

“Don't worry it was neither of our faults really, I guess these two have taken quite the interest in one another” he said as he pulled his arm out of the leashes to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck a blush forming on his face as he looked at a very interesting tree behind her.

“They've actually been like this for weeks!” she laughed as she finally met his eyes, “Oh you must be Divus! Your mother talks about you very often.” He was surprised, not only was this girl absolutely stunning but she already knew him. Although he would never admit it, he practically fell in love with her right then and there, the way she beamed with joy, the slight blush on her cheeks, her laugh even in the strangest of situations.

In an attempt to calm himself he averted his gaze again and began to untie him and his new developing crush from the entanglement of leashes they were trapped in “Oh you must have met mother while she was walking Perdita I do hope she didn't tell you anything embarrassing” a strained smirk appeared on his face, knowing how his mother liked to tell the most embarrassing stories of his childhood.

“Well I cant say she didn't say anything” she laughed softly again drawing Divus’s attention for a moment the blush on his face growing ever brighter.

Snapping out of his short trance he asked “Might I ask for your name then since you already know mine?” With blush remaining on the tips of ears he held out his hand like a gentleman, both with the intention to give her, her dogs leash back but also to lead her over to a bench so they could hopefully continue their conversation.

“Oh my apologies how rude of me, My name is Y/N nice to finally meet you.” She bashfully took both the leash and his hand, walking over to the bench.

“The pleasure is mine”

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“And whilst that was all happening I looked over to our dogs, only to find them looking at each other with what seemed to be a grin on their faces like they planned that all out.” Crewel sighed as he recalled how proud those little devils looked. “After quite a long conversation that ended up in me never actually starting a new sketch, we traded contact information and left the park.” he looked up at his students now regretting all his life decisions.

“And that is how I met my wife, now it seems like class is over, please leave quickly so I can question why I ever became a teacher in the first place.”

“But prof how did you ask her out?” “Yeah yeah! Who was the first one to confess!” “How did you propose????”

Frustrated crewel quickly answered “If I recall correctly you were all only given the privilege of asking one question, now if you don't stop pestering me I will be giving you even more homework.” a completely very unnoticable blush began to form on his face.

“Sorry sir!” Everyone shouted in unison, but on their way out the students did not miss the slightest hint of red that dusted their professor's cheeks as he pretended to sort through papers.

Once everyone had left and silence had fallen through the classroom a laughter could be heard coming from the Professors phone. “Awwwww darling, you retell that story so fondly~” Crewel sighed as he finally looked over at his phone

“I honestly can not believe I let you talk me into letting you listen to that.” he said with a hand firmly planted on his face covering any sign of pink that appeared.

“Consider it as repaying me for when I dropped those papers off for you. Now hurry home our two rascals of dogs are looking at me like I should thank them for getting us together.” she laughed nervously

“Yes yes honey see you soon” ending the call with a small smirk as he muttered “I should buy some more dog treats on the way back.”

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dog Days Are Over

Summary: Losing a part of you never seemed too difficult but luckily for you, the big brown-eyed dork attempts to play knight in shining armor.

Word Count: 1.3k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

A bright ray of sunrise shone into the shared chambers, as Jacaerys sat up and rubbed the tiredness from his eyes. He yawned, stretching his muscles. It was a beautiful day. You lay next to him, peacefully asleep, your silky locks draping over the pillow. He smiled to himself recalling the wondrous night together. You mumbled something as you were still sleeping, your breathing was slow but your hands were moving slowly as you were dreaming about something. He couldn't get over how utterly beautiful you looked even when sleeping. You slowly open your eyes and your smile widens as you see Jacaerys looking at you. Your bright eyes twinkle under the sunshine and you quickly wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer as you kiss his lips gently.

It was like the first time every time. The soft brush of your lips, the warm embrace of your arms wrapping around him. Your touch felt like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. He pulled you closer, cradling your head in his hands. Your beautiful hair tumbled loose from its braids, cascading down your back. "Good morning, my love," he whispered in your ear once pulled away from the kiss. "Good morning darling." You replied with a smile before resting your head on his shoulder once again. You wrapped your arms around his body. Your fingers ran up and down his chest, exploring the muscles. You kiss his neck tenderly and lean closer to him. The touch of your breath makes him shiver.

The feeling of your breathing on his neck sent chills down his spine. His body shuddered with pleasure as you stroked the muscles he worked hard to have. Your fingers danced across his skin, sending shivers of ecstasy through his body. You had never felt so close, so real, so tangible within his grasp. He felt your body pressed firmly against his as he kissed the top of your head. He got out of bed, still feeling the lingering traces of your touch on his skin. He dressed quickly in a plain tunic and trousers of soft leather, with a belt and sword strapped around his waist. He walked out of your shared bedchambers and made his way down to the courtyard.

You walk through the gardens with your dog by your side. The sun is shining and birds are singing. You enjoy the calm and peace. You think about what happened last night. Your thoughts are full of pleasure. you think about how gently Jacaerys touched you, how soft his hands were and how his lips melted into yours. Your thoughts also remind you of how he looked at you. His eyes were full of love and passion for you. It felt like a dream come true. As he stood watching his men drilling, his thoughts would often drift to the wonderful night that had passed. The warmth of your lovemaking, the gentle caress of your hands, the look of love in your eyes, each and every one was a precious memory that he would cherish for eternity. The sun shone brightly overhead, filling the sky with its glorious light. A cool breeze blew through the gardens. It was a day that seemed like the very embodiment of perfection.

As a week passed, you have always been someone Jacaerys could rely on, sharing his laughter and joy. However lately, he's noticed a change in your disposition, a darkness that he hasn't seen before. You've been acting withdrawn and distant, and even when you're together a sense of sadness seems to surround you. He worries about your wellbeing and he wants to help, but he's unsure how to approach the situation. Even as he asks the question after another long quiet day. "Are you alright darling?" Lightly nodding your head "Oh, I'm fine," You reply quickly with a smile. The last thing you want to do is worry him. You hope you can keep pretending everything is okay. He is so sweet and caring and you don't want to burden him with your problems. However, the truth is you've been feeling unhappy and alone lately. You know you should talk to him about it but you're afraid he won't understand your struggle.

Despite your attempts at concealing the true nature of your feelings, your partner is no fool. He can see through your fake smile and your forced nonchalance. His kind eyes are full of concern and worry, as he stares at you. "Are you sure?" He asks, his gentle tone conveying his concern. You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. You know you can't keep pretending everything is okay. You needed to be honest with him. You look at him and his sweet concerned look melts your heart. You feel guilty for not being able to pretend everything is okay. You know he knows you well enough to understand that something is wrong. You want to tell him the truth. You feel like you should. So, you take a deep breath and finally, you speak your mind.

You tell him about how much the death of your dog affected you. You can't help but get emotional as you reminisce about all the moments you shared together and how much the pup meant to you. Jacaerys listens to you and he understands how much it hurts to lose a close friend. He leans closer and holds you in his arms. He hugs you tightly and kisses you, reassuringly. You lean into him and wrap your arms around his neck, sobbing on his shoulder. While he listens to you talk about your grief, he offers words of comfort and support. He holds you tightly in his strong arms, offering his warmth and protection. He kisses your forehead and wipes away your tears, assuring you that everything will be okay. He tells you how brave you are for letting yourself be vulnerable and expressing your emotions. He gently pushes your hair out of your face, as he whispers words of encouragement and affirmation. "I know it's been hard, but you're very strong and you'll get through this. I'm here for you, always." He said softly and confidently, holding you tightly as if his words could shield you from all the hurt and pain in the world. He wiped away your tears again, kissing your forehead and letting his lips linger a bit on your warm skin.

You let him hold you tightly and you bury your head into his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. It feels so good to feel his love and comfort. You feel safe and protected in his arms. After some time, your tears stop and you pull away from him, wiping away at your wet cheeks. But you're still emotional, so he wipes away your remaining tears. He leans forward to give you a sweet kiss on your lips. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around him. "I am here for you," he says quietly, as he strokes your hair and looks into your watery eyes. "I understand how much you loved your dog and how much you miss him. But even though he is gone, he will always be in our hearts. His love and memory will forever remain with us." His gentle and compassionate words are exactly what you need to hear in this moment. His warm and understanding presence is comforting and comforting.

"Thank you for being here for me," You reply softly, his words mean a lot to you. You lean your head against him and he hugs you tightly. His warmth is soothing and you feel like you can be yourself around him. You feel lucky to have found someone who understands you and is always there for you. He holds you close and you close your eyes, enjoying his presence. As you lean your head against him, he sees your lips curling into a small smile, almost imperceptible, but he can tell from your eyes that you were truly grateful for his kindness and understanding. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, holding him close, as if you never wanted to let go.

"I'll always be here for you," he replied softly before kissing your forehead. "Your pain is my pain. Your joy is my joy. I am here to stand by your side, to listen and support you, no matter what comes our way."

[takecareluv]

omg meg baby imagine giving steve a haircut <3 he’s like so anxious at first n then he gets so so relaxed n he’s lowkey nappijg by the end and u wake him up and he’s like. hm? with the softest voice ever <3 <3

— @inkluvs (ivy)

mr. perfect hair | steve harrington x reader

word count : 777

author's note : omg it’s so funny you sent this in because i’m literally getting a hair cut tmr !! anyway. . . this is my first stevie request :3 eeek im a little nervous. i hope it's okay! <3

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

although you adored your boyfriend's infamous hair more than anyone, even you could admit he was in dire need of a trim. getting steve to agree, however, would take some serious convincing on your part. especially considering his last trip to the barber shop was, in steve's words, "scarring for life". he didn't leave the house for almost a month after the disastrous haircut without any sort of hat atop his head.

luckily for you, you had that boy wrapped around your finger — knowing exactly what it would take to get your stevie to do just about anything you asked, including giving his precious hair a little trim.

. . .

adorned in your boyfriend's favorite dress, and shoes to match, you pulled a fresh batch of your homemade chocolate chip cookies out of the oven — baked to perfection — and placed them next to a bottle of steve's preferred beer, waiting for his arrival.

as if on queue, steve walked through the doorway, smiling at the sight of you before abruptly pausing due to the sweetness that filled not only the air, but now his senses. "i know that smell. those are your bribery cookies... what are you up to?" he questioned with a suspicious but ever so loving look, preparing himself to inevitably say yes to whatever it is you were about to ask of him.

"well... you see i just made an appointment for a haircut and i was thinking maybe it's time you get one too," you smiled hesitantly, attempting to gauge his reaction.

"i don't know, baby. i don't think i can go back to that salon. they messed up big time. practically ruined me. i can't be steve 'the hair' harrington with no hair."

you rolled your eyes at his dramatics before cutting off the rest of his rant, "i'll do it for you, stevie." noticing him soften at your plea, you continued, "please let me do it for you? can't see those beautiful eyes of yours with all that hair in the way." you spoke calmly while looking up at him with your award-winning puppy dog eyes, hoping it would do the trick.

after a brief moment of silent contemplating, steve let out a loud sigh, "fine." you began to jump up and down in celebration. "but," he emphasized, "only a little bit, baby. no more than an inch, okay?"

you nodded excitedly in response.

"you promise?" steve gave a pointed look, holding his pinkie finger up towards you, waiting for your own to intertwine with his. "i promise, stevie! i'll do just enough to get off all the dead ends, that's it!"

"hey! I don't have dead ends. my hair is perfect!"

"keep telling yourself that pretty boy," you teased while ruffling his truly perfect hair.

. . .

after a few minutes of anxiousness, steve remembered it was only you doing his hair, not some stranger who didn't know the first thing about him, but you. you who probably saw his hair more than he did. you who knew exactly how he liked it styled. he knew he could trust you, he could always trust you.

as you began to gently brush through his ends, you felt him relax and even lean into your touch, letting out a long, content sigh.

knowing he was finally calm enough, you grabbed the scissors you had prepared next to you and slowly started to snip away at his hair, small pieces descending to the floor after every cut.

soon after, you were making one last snip before placing the scissors down and brushing your fingers through steve's soft strands, noticing the way your boyfriend's eyes began to flutter closed.

"feel good, stevie?"

goosebumps cover his body from your whispered words and soft touches. "yes," he hummed in response. "can you play with my hair forever, sweetheart?"

"i'm not sure about forever, but i'll try my best. do you wanna see how it looks?"

he shakes his head. "if you did it, i'm sure it's perfect." pressing a quick kiss to your temple while guiding you towards the couch. "right now i just want you to keep playing with my hair. please?" practically begging at this point, how could you say no to your sweet boy.

. . .

you remain on the couch for the rest of the night, steve's head resting on your lap while you give him all the head scratches he wants and deserves, almost lulling him right to sleep.

"i hope you know you're the only one who's allowed to cut my hair from now on, sweetheart."

you giggle. "are you sure you can afford me? i'm pretty expensive. and those head scratches are extra you know."

[archangeldyke-all]

Hey Angel :D I'm not dead 😋!!

For my ask; what about modern sev with a little shit that couldn't give a damn about consequences Like imagine after like idk they play soccer or some shit and before they get in the car they yell at a kid like "YOUR AIM WAS ASS AND YOUR MOM'S A BITCH!" and immediately just scurry over to sev like "hi ma :)"

micron!!! welcome back!! this idea is SOOOO perfect i love it

men and minors dni

little fucker wasn't always called little fucker.

when she was a baby, still too tiny to talk or walk, you and sevika referred to her with much more traditional nicknames.

'peanut' when she was still a newborn, tiny enough to fit in one of your arms.

'sweet girl' when she was being cute, cuddling against sevika's chest or wrapping her entire hand around your pointer finger.

'baby' most commonly-- usually with an adjective in front. 'stinky baby' when she's got a full diaper, 'sleepy baby' when she's yawning and cranky, 'beautiful baby' when you're rocking her to sleep, humming lullabies to her.

but as she grew and her personality developed, 'little fucker' quickly became the most frequently used nickname for your baby.

she's a mischievous, impulsive, goofball.

at two years old, she watches sevika flip someone off in heavy traffic, and despite that her tiny hands can't figure out a simple peace sign, she manages to figure out the middle finger.

she shoots it at anyone and everyone. the mailman, the old man standing behind the three of you in line at the grocery store, the neighbor's dog-- nobody's safe from little fucker's middle finger. luckily, she's cute enough for people to just laugh when she does it.

when she figures out what money is, and that money can buy candy, your little girl starts stealing.

she'll harass anyone who enters your home. 'gimmie a dollar,' or 'show me your wallet,' only to steal the cash and run to her room, hiding it in a shoebox under her bed.

again-- people think it's cute, and they never bother telling you or sevika that your daughter's just robbed them (especially since she only robs them a dollar at a time.) you find out what's been happening when you're cleaning her room and find around a hundred crumbled up one dollar bills under her bed. sevika thinks it's the funniest thing she's ever seen.

when she's old enough to start going to pre-school, you and sevika get texts from her teachers on a daily basis. she never goes far enough to get in any real trouble-- but she's just so fucking funny all her teachers need to tell another adult about how goofy your baby is. you, sevika, and the three women who run the day-care are all in a groupchat titled 'little fucker chronicles.'

a lot of it's just pictures of her covered in mud or dirt or paint.

some of it's stories about her handing out her own form of justice to kids who don't share toys-- putting worms in their hair or ignoring them in a round of hide and seek, making them stay cramped and hidden for an hour.

and of course, all the crazy shit she says to other kids sent back to you and sevika: 'my mommy could beat your dad up. he looks wimpy.' or, 'do you know what b-i-t-c-h spells? no? well, it's something that you are.' and, your personal favorite, 'no i don't have any brothers or sisters, i'm already a handful.'

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[thistuesdaynight]

Pretty as a Picture

Jegulily fluff

I wrote a lil something based on this lovely art piece by @green-lights-33. It's so beautiful that my brain couldn't let it go. So here we are. Enjoy :)

Light spilled in from the window, casting the bathroom in gold as the sun continued its descent through the sky. Lily's boyfriends were a picture of beauty: James' dark skin glowing amber, and Regulus' gray eyes smoldering in the light.

Regulus was sat behind James on the counter, pressed into his back. He'd wanted a front row seat to learn Lily's top makeup tips.

“Make me pretty,” James grinned at her, all full lips and honeyed charm.

Lily swayed forward as if pulled on a string, gripping onto Regulus' leg to steady herself. She felt it down to her toes. The undeniable pull. The knowledge that she would do anything, go anywhere for these two.

Luckily, all James was asking for was help with his winged eyeliner.

She’d tried to teach him how to do it himself, but he always came back pouting. “It’s just better when you do it.” And when he pushed out his lip and gave her those puppy dog eyes, how could she say no?

Regulus kissed the side of James’ neck. “You’re already pretty, mon amour.”

James huffed. “Well, prettier then.”

“You’ll be the prettiest one at the party,” Lily promised, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth.

She focused on making the line straight, and getting the perfect angle for the wing. But Lily could feel Regulus’ gaze heavy on her, watching her face, following the curve of her neck and shoulder, down to her waist, where James’ hand rested. Lily felt his attention like a brand, her body buzzing with it. She wanted to throw the makeup across the room and kiss Regulus right there, James crushed between them.

“Aren’t you supposed to be paying attention?” Lily asked instead.

Regulus smiled, slow and salacious. “Oh, I am.”

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Sebby wants to have a dog after the interview with little puppies?

He is such a sweet one, so we need sweet puppies with Sebby, please.🫶🫶

I love this one!🥰 that’s one of my favorite interviews Seb has done🩵 Sebastian Stan and puppies is the cutest thing ever🥹

Puppy Love » Sebastian Stan

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Sebastian’s girlfriend (the reader) surprises Sebastian with a puppy after the puppy interview.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness and sweetness, crying (happy tears), kissing, pet names (baby, babe)

Note: The name I chose for the puppy is Mickey. Yes, I was thinking of Sebastian’s character Mickey Henry from Monday, but I was also thinking of Mickey Mouse when I came up with it. Y’all can think of a different name if you’d like!

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Did you watch it?!” Sebastian asks with excitement in his voice.

“Yes I did and it’s the cutest video ever!” You smiled, kissing his stubbly cheek.

Sebastian just got home from filming a video with puppies. He’s been taking about puppies nonstop since he got home. You’ve never seen him this happy and excited, except for when he gets a role in a new movie.

“Puppies are so cute, soft, and cuddly!” He smiles.

“They are!” You agreed.

“I wish I had one! That would be so cool!” He says.

You smiled to yourself and got to thinking. Sebastian always surprises you and buys you things so why not surprise him for a change. Sebastian has a meeting today and that’s perfect for what you’re going to do. You’re going to surprise him with a puppy. Lucky for you, one of your guys’ neighbors had puppies!

“What’s got you all smiley today?” Sebastian asks as he got dressed.

“Nothing in particular. Just my handsome boyfriend.” You smiled.

“Well, in that case, my beautiful girlfriend makes me smile.” He says with a smile.

Sebastian walked to the bed and kissed you sweetly.

“You know, I could be late to that meeting.” He says, smirking against your lips.

“I don’t think so, Mr. Stan.” You giggled, playfully pushing him away.

“How the hell could you turn down a fun offer like that?” He asks with a small laugh.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like the idea of it, but I have something important to do today.” You say, rubbing your hands up and down on his chest.

“I better be on your To Do list cause you’re on mine.” He says, kissing your lips again.

“Later! Now go!” You laughed, pushing him towards the door.

“Ok, ok! First, just let me…” He kisses and hugs you one more time.

“Seb!” You whined.

Sebastian grabs his things and pecks your lips one last time.

“I love you, baby!” Sebastian says, opening the door.

“I love you too, Sebby!” You say as he walked out of the door.

Once the door closed, you ran back to yours and his bedroom to get ready for the day. Then you went to the pet store to buy things a puppy might need. Like food, food and water dishes, a collar, toys, a bed, and other essentials puppies need. That’s when your favorite part of the day comes. Puppy time! You went to your neighbor’s house and luckily she had one puppy left.

“He’s so cute and tiny!” You say with a smile, holding a small white puppy.

“I’m sure Sebastian will love him.” Daniella, your neighbor, says.

“Oh he will! Well, I gotta get home before he does. Thank you so much, Daniella!” You smiled, giving her a quick hug.

“You’re welcome, Y/N! I hope he enjoys his surprise!” She says.

“Me too!” You say.

You left her house and walked back down the street to yours and Sebastian’s house. You had everything set up for the puppy. You just need to put the collar on him.

“Your new daddy should be home any minute!” You say.

Once you got the collar comfortably around the puppy’s neck, the door opened.

“Baby, I’m home! Where are you?” Sebastian’s voice rang through the house.

“Living room!” You shouted back.

You put the puppy on the floor and he ran up to Sebastian as soon as he walked into the living room. Sebastian’s eyes widened in shock and surprise.

“Y/N… where did this puppy come from?” He asks, looking down at the puppy.

“One of our neighbors. Isn’t he cute?” You asked.

“Yes, but what’s he doing here?” He asks, still looking at the puppy.

“He’s yours!” You smiled.

Sebastian looked at you and looked back at the puppy.

“Holy shit, are you serious?!” He asks, unable to control his excitement and emotions.

“Yes!” You say.

Sebastian picked up the tiny puppy and hugged him. The puppy gave Sebastian kisses all over his face. Tears of joy filled his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.

“Aww Sebby, don’t cry.” You say, wiping his tears away with your thumbs.

“I can’t help it. He’s so tiny and cute! This is the best present I’ve ever gotten!” He smiles.

Sebastian sat down on the couch with the puppy in his arms. You sat down next to them.

“What are you going to name him?” You asked, petting the puppy’s head.

“Umm…” Sebastian looks at the puppy for a moment. “Mickey.” He says.

“Like your character Mickey Henry from Monday?” You asked.

“Actually, I was thinking of Mickey Mouse.” He says with a smile.

“That’s adorable.” You smiled.

Sebastian leaned over and kissed you passionately.

“I love you so much, babe.” Sebastian says against your lips.

“I love you too, Sebby.” You say.

Mickey interrupted you guys with a squeaky bark making you two laugh and look down at him.

“Don’t worry, we didn’t forget about you, Mickey.” Sebastian says, giving him kisses.

You and Sebastian spent the rest of the day playing with Mickey. Sebastian took so many pictures of Mickey, sending them to everyone he knows. It’s safe to say that you and Mickey are Sebastian’s world.

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If y’all need me, I’m gonna rewatch the puppy interview with Sebastian Stan!🐶🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[sturnioloblogs]

Tipsy

Y/n x sturniolos

Summary: you are the sturniolos younger sister, they are very protective over you and one night you come home from a party thet they specifically told you not to go to, what will happen when they find you at the party a little tipsy? Are they mad?

Extras: In this you are 15 and your brothers are 20. You live in LA with them. Your best friends name is Lyla. Lyla’s older brother‘s name is Sam. 

Warnings: being drunk? Underage drinking. Swearing/language. Arguing. And I think that’s it lmk if I forgot anything.

A/n: Re-blogs are appreciated!!! hiiii soooo this is my first ever story. I really hope you like it and leave requests💕 I also write stories on my phone, so I’m so sorry that I don’t have the word count!!

A/n: Not proof read!

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I had spent my whole day trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight. You may ask, what’s happening tonight? Well I got invited to this party by the popular boys that all the girls drool over.

Luckily my friend also got invited, so I wouldn’t be all alone not knowing anyone and being hella awkward.

I have been to only been to a few party’s before this, so I’m kinda knew to this. My brothers have always let me go somewhere as long as they have my location and they know who’s hosting, and how old the people are going to be. 

I just have one problem. I’m 15 and the host are 17. And I haven’t even even told them I was going yet.

In my mind that’s not really a big deal and it isn’t! But to my brothers it’s like the world would end. And you might just say I could lie, and well I could. But let me just say I am horrible at lying.

When I lie I start to stutter over my words, and it’s really obvious, especially when you have 3 older brothers that are five years older than you AND very protective.

I was sitting on my bathroom counter doing my make up and getting ready for the party, while listening to White Girl, by Shy Glizzy my new favourite song at the moment.

I had this beautiful black dress on that hugged my curves, perfectly in all the right areas. My hair was perfectly curled and my make up was just the way I wanted it. 

As I hopped of the counter to spray some perfume on, my older brother Nick walked into the washroom.

“Hey y/n do you have a- WHOA sis you look awsome where are you going?!” I spun my body around to see Nick standing at the doorway with an empty tube of toothpaste, i’m assuming that’s what he wanted. “Oh I was just getting ready for this party that I was wondering if I could go to? But don’t worry I was already planning to go with Lyla, so I won’t be alone” I looked at him with puppy dog eyes. I knew Nick wouldn’t be the problem at all but Matt and Chris would. ”Well you know that I’m gonna say yes but Matt and Chris probably have a different answer” He said rolling his eyes.

Nick was probably the most supportive brother I had. And probably the least protective, which I didn’t mind.

“Ugh I knowww can you please just help me try to convince them if they don’t let me?” I asked ”of corse that’s what I’m here for!” Nick said giggling.

I walked down the stairs, Nick, following close behind. I had my converse in one hand (I know those aren’t dress-up shoes, but I wear them with EVERYTHING) and my phone, and the other.

Chris and Matt were sitting at the table eating supper, it was already about 7:30 pm, and Lyla was picking me up at 7:45 so I had to leave soon.

As soon as they both laid eyes on me, their conversation immediately stopped. Chris spoke up first by saying “where the hell are you going?” “So I was just wondering if I could go to this party? I’m going with Lyla so I won’t be alone! Please?” I say, almost repeating the exact same thing I said to Nick earlier.

Matt and Chris both looked at each other with an annoyed face, almost like they both knew the answer, without even thinking. “Who’s going and how old is the host?” Matt asked picking up some more food off his plate.

Oh shit well I’m actually fucked. Like I said, I am 15 and the host are 17.

So I decide that I am going to try and lie my way out of this.

“The h-host I-is” I was unexpectedly cut off by Matt saying “cut the shit y/n don’t try and lie and just tell us the truth.” I swallowed dryly, and started talking again “okay well the host is 17, a-and you might think that is bad.. and well it might be, but the people with only be 15 or 16!” This time I turned around to look at Nick while giving him “please back me up” eyes. “No” Chris said in annoyed voice. “What?! No Chris please! I have been waiting so long to go J-just please!” “Y/n we said no! Now go to your room before you get grounded!” Matt said raising his voice.

Tears prickled, my waterline, as I brushed past Nick and stomped back up the stairs to my room. I slammed shut and flopped on my bed to call Lyla I was mad, they never let me do anything.

(On call with Lyla)

“God they never let me do anything!”

“Well did you try and lie? I know you’re not the best at lying, but did you at least try?”

“Yes of course I tried! And you know how it goes I just stutter and fuck everything up”

“Wait have you ever snuck out?”

“Lyla you want me to sneak out?”

“I mean it’s worth a shot! And if you do my brother can still pick you up in 10”

“Fuck it, see you in 10”

(After call)

I have never snuck out before, and I knew it was risky. But my window was the top floor. I know that my sound bad, but there was a shed right underneath that, I could easily jump onto and onto the ground to get out.

And with that, I quickly tied my shoes, grabbed my phone and hopped onto the roof.

Let’s just say it wasn’t as easy as I expected, as soon as I got to my roof, I tripped and scraped my knee along the rough shingles. Then when I tried to jump down onto the shed, I realized the kitchen window was right next to it. And all my three brothers were still sitting at the table. I knew I would have to be extra quiet getting down. Luckily, this wasn’t in broad daylight but I still could have got caught easily.

After about 10 minutes, I finally got down, and walked down the street only a few blocks, so, my brothers wouldn’t see Sam’s car.

As the car pulled up, I hopped in the back with Lyla.

“Hey girl!!” She said pulling me into a warm hug. “Hiiii” I said, chuckling at her sudden hug “oh hey sam thanks for driving me” I say smiling at him as he turns around to look at me “no problem” he replies with a warm smile.

Luckily, the party wasn’t too far away, so it wasn’t that long of drive. It was fun tho me and Lyla gossiping about boys, and the best part was me telling her how I actually managed to get out of my house, and almost dying on my way down.

We slowly made our way up the long driveway, revealing the huge house in front of us. It was white with a bunch of huge palm trees in the front. There was blasting music lights, and a lot of people. I was definitely intimidated. this was probably the biggest party I have ever went to.

“You ready?” Lyla asked me, making me forget all about being scared “yeah let’s do it!” I said.

We said bye to Sam and started walking up to the house. We recognized a bunch of the people, because they were mostly all from our high school. But there were definitely a couple older people that I did not know.

As soon as I stepped in the house, the smell of weed and alcohol filled my system, giving me not needed anxiety. I was already worried about sneaking out, and on top of that the party was huge.

A couple of hours went by since I got to the party. me and Lyla have been taking shots left right and centre and living our lives. At this point, the alcohol had almost taken over me and I loved it. I wouldn’t wanna say I was drunk, but I was definitely tipsy. “Heyyy Lyla I need to go take a piss I’ll be back” I said, chuckling at my choice of words, she just nodded to me and continued to move her hips to the beat of the music.

I pulled out my phone and began scrolling through messages, while still walking, definitely not paying attention to anything in front of me.

Then all of a sudden it felt like I hit a brick wall. I quickly mumbled a “sorry”. Before I could walk three steps a rough hand grabbed my wrist pulling me back. “What the f-!” I quickly shut myself up by looking up to see Matt glaring down at me. He didn’t even say a word before dragging me across the floor “Matt st-“ I tried to protest and pull back, but he only yelled at me and pulled me harder “shut the fuck up!!”

He was mad. Very mad.

How did he find me? Did I have my location on? Did they hear me talk to Lyla? Are Chris and Ni-

My thoughts were immediately cut off by Matt opening the door to the mini van and throwing me into the back. He locked the door and called someone.

A few minutes later, Chris and Nick come running out of the house looking so mad, this is probably the biggest trouble I have ever been in.

Chris opened the passenger door, and plopped himself in the seat while glaring holes thought my body. I felt the doors open again and now see Nick and Matt both get into the car.

I wasn’t really expecting Nick to be that mad, but boy was I wrong.

“What the fuck is wrong with you y/n?!!!” Nick said shouting at me, as I began to feel the car start to move. “We specifically told you not to go!! S-something could have happened!” Chris said adding on.

I didn’t say anything.

All I did was look at them with tears slowly streaming down my face. I was embarrassed. I shouldn’t have gone.

But I did and I can’t go back now.

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A/n Okay so if you guys want I can make a part 2? If you want me to add anything to part 2 definitely let me know!

But if you don’t wanna part 2 I won’t bother with making it.

Send other requests please!! re-blogs are appreciated 

@sturniolos-blog here goes nothing😭😭

Master list





[titanlord231]

One of my favorite tropes is Person A proposes to Person B and person B responds by proposing got Person A. So here is a BuckTommy one shot about that.

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Luckily for Buck, his and Tommy’s three year anniversary landed on a day they both had off this year, so to celebrate the 118 was throwing them a Barbecue at Bobby and Athena’s new place. The barbecue had actually been Buck’s idea, a few weeks ago he had found the perfect ring for Tommy and he wanted it to be the perfect moment to ask Tommy to marry him. So he told his idea to Bobby and Athena who were more than happy to go along with it and the entire 118 crew joined in.

It was about noon when Buck and Tommy arrived at the Grant-Nash’s new house. It was a brown two story home with a nice backyard that was perfect for hosting everyone for their 118 barbecues.

As Buck and Tommy walked inside everyone popped out and yelled “Happy Anniversary!” Followed by an roar of clapping as everyone congratulated them. Maddie, Chimney, Hen, Karen, Bobby, Athena, Eddie, Ravi, May, Henry, Chris, Denny, Mara, and Jee-Yun where all there for the barbecue, and ran up to hug Buck and Tommy.

The barbecue ended up being amazing. Bobby served everyone ribs, chicken, and hot dogs with every side imaginable. The kids ended up in a huge water gun fight that even got the adults involved, including Tommy sneaking up behind Buck to poor a giant bucket of water over his head, and only ended when a stray water balloon hit Athena.

Later in the day after the meal everyone was sitting around a fire pit in the backyard as the sun began to set, when Bobby chimed up “Hey Buck and Tommy, I know it’s your special day but would you both mind grabbing desert from the freezer?”. Buck felt a combination of fear and excitement, this was his cue the moment he had been waiting for.

“Sure thing Cap!” Buck said as he grabbed Tommy’s hand and walked into the house with him.

Right as Tommy and him stepped inside, Buck felt Tommy stop. “Hey Evan can I talk to you real quick” Tommy said as he dropped Evan’s hand.

Buck immediately became nervous, what did Tommy want to talk about? Would it be something that ruins the mood for his proposal? But as Buck turn around he gasped.

Tommy was down on one knee holding a beautiful silver ring in his hands. “Evan Buckley, would you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?” Tommy said, so nervous he was shaking.

Buck immediately dropped down to his knees and pulled out his ring from the pocket it had been burning a hole into all day. “Only if you marry me first!” Buck said, voice totally not shaking.

The moment is interrupted by someone shouting “I would recommend you say yes” and Buck and Tommy both turn and see everyone from the party staring at them through the screen glass window.

Buck turns back to look at Tommy who is blushing bright red and this point and says “Yes Evan, I would be honored to marry you!”

Buck immediately tackles Tommy to the ground and kisses him while saying “Guess this means I’m marrying you too!”

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Later after everything has calmed down and everyone is sitting by the fire pit:

“So how long did all of you know about Tommy’s plan to propose?” Buck asks.

“A few weeks ago Tommy came over asking for my permission to propose to you.” Maddie said taking a sip of her wine.

“Yeah, and when you floated the idea of the this barbecue to us at the 118, I thought it would be a good idea to drop the idea that maybe this barbecue would be the perfect time for Tommy to pop the question” Chimney said which, prompted him and Maddie to clink glasses while everyone laughed.

[cocomintcat]

Heaven's Princess (Part 1)

Go To Hell

Prologue || Masterlist || Part 2

Song(s) of the chapter: Backstabber (Kesha) + Oh Ana (mother mother)

Looking up, water dripped through cracks in the roof. The house was in poor enough conditions, but it always got worse after bad storms.

“Dear, come here. Stay away from the leaking spots and wear this, it's cold.” A sweet woman's voice offering a dry coat. Moving over to her, putting the coat on was a small blonde haired child. “My sweet baby, you don't deserve to live like this.”

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“Here sweetie! I was able to save up enough to buy some meat AND veggies! I made your favorite!” The portion set on the table was small but delicious and fresh. “It's all for you! You deserve it for being the best darling daughter!”

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“There's my gorgeous girls!”

“Aww sweetheart!” They're love even prevailed through tough times. “Come here Bia give your Daddy a hug!” Running into their arms, warmth and tender love enveloped the small girl.

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“I'm sorry we can't give you better… You deserve the world.” Mother's voice cried.

“I know mom.”

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“Really think you're better than everyone here? Hahahah! As if you can't even get new clothes! You look like you found those in a dumpster, though with your home life you probably did!”

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It was irritating to watch other kids at school. Always dressed in new clothes bought by their parents. Bragging about being taken to new restaurants. Talking about how their parents spoil them rotten. Pathetic, they don't even deserve what they have. Even being the top of all her classes, everyone looked down on her.

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A dry dark night was lit ablaze from the flames engulfing a small rundown home. Heat engulfed the bodies inside, no one knew the cause nor really cared.

Heaven had been an interesting experience for Biatreh. So bright and gentle, however she was unaccompanied by her parents. As expected only she was worthy to get here. Unfortunately she still wasn't super happy, she was ranked 2nd lowest in Heaven's hierarchy. Just a winner, nothing special since there are thousands just like her.

One day she stumbled across a performance and met the Princess of Heaven. She was a very kind girl, full of energy. However Bia hated how sympathetic the girl was towards people. She wasted her energy on people that should be below her. She barely did anything for her title nor does she use it. It was a waste on someone like her. However being friends with Eliora had its perks, maybe she could help Eliora be more worthy of her title. Soon after befriending the princess, Biatreh met Sera, the head seraphim. Biatreh and Sera shared a lot of ideals and beliefs.

This friendship with Sera made Biatreh more aware of the type of person the princess was. Her sympathy wasn’t only towards lower ranks in Heaven but also towards those on Earth, and worse Hell. Bia thoroughly expressed her feelings of disgust openly towards the idea of sympathy for sinners, this made a discussion between the two angels.

“The princess needs to learn why there shall not be any sympathy towards such things!”

“Relax Bia. Though I agree the best we can do is steer her down the right path. Luckily she’s not much of a dreamer like Lucifer before the fall, but she is as kind-hearted as he was.”

“That might lead to her downfall…”

“Unfortunately if her innocence is ruined or she defies heaven because of it, yes, it will be.”

Eliora’s POV

“And here is one of my favorite animals, foxes! Oh, and next-” You excitedly showed Biatreh around Heaven’s zoo.

“Aurora* calm down, they're just animals. Nothing I haven’t seen on Earth.” You pout before your face lights up again.

“Do you have a favorite animal?”

“Hm. I quite like sheep. They were my favorite animal as a child.”

“Oh! So that’s why you have sheep features! Aw that must be nice!”

“I guess so. Why do you like foxes?”

“Well I think they look very beautiful, they are also like the perfect combination of dogs and cats!”

“Foxes don’t have a very good reputation or at least don’t symbolize good things.”

“I’ve heard, but that's like saying every human is bad because some sin? All the foxes I’ve met are very sweet, if not a bit cheeky and silly at times!” You giggle, Bee wasn’t the first person to ask you this. You catch a glimpse in her eye that makes you feel like she didn’t like that answer all that much. Before long you both are hungry for some lunch so you take her to a favorite spot of your’s.

“Granny, it's good to see you!” You quickly run into the older woman’s arms as she hugs you tightly.

“Hello darling! Come by for some lunch, and you brought a friend. Come deary, let me fix you up something.” You were led to a table where you were then given some menu suggestions to pick from. Soon enough, Grandma Estelle treated you both to a good helping of food, insisting you eat more since you were so young before leaving to go situate other customers.

“So you come here to eat pretty often, huh?”

“Yeah! It's so nice here and the food is amazing!”

“Do you ever eat at higher scale places or have servants that, well, treat you since you’re a princess?”

“That’s how human kingdoms are run, Bee! Heaven is a lot different structure wise.”

“I see, but you’re still of higher rank are you not?”

“Does it really matter?” You raised a brow, confused where this was going.

“Wouldn’t you intimidate a lot of people from going to lower status places or overwhelm the small business with your popularity?”

“I mean some people get nervous around me but I’m just another angel in Heaven?”

“You’re Heaven born, a seraphim, God’s princess, youngest sister to the 7 virtues? Must I say more. You really need to start treating yourself as such. How else will you be able to help your people?”

“How does that help my people?” You feel hesitant, the wings on your head lowering tucking themselves in. You didn’t know how to feel about what she said ‘I’m a princess, yes, but I'm just another angel in Heaven. Besides being holy and good, is there more I really should be doing?’

“Well, authority to have people respect your voice and opinion for one. You’re not an average angel, Aurora. You also should start involving yourself in politics. It’d be good for you to know more about hell and earth. Maybe work under Sera with Emily? You’re going to be an adult soon. You should start actually taking your future seriously.”

“I have been! I’ve been observing other upper ranks doing their work and assisting if needed.”

“But you need your own job. You can’t gain the power of an archangel if you don’t.”

“I don’t care to be an archangel or a separate title!”

“You should. It doesn’t look good on you if you don’t work as hard as you’re family. Not to mention isn’t that why they took you in? To replace the last seraph in the family?”

“Can we not talk about this anymore? You clearly don’t understand my family.”

“My apologies.”

“...It’s fine.” You couldn’t stay mad at her. She’s a winner and probably heard gossip from older angels. Though you didn’t understand why she’d want you to replace Lucifer as an archangel. She probably thought others were temporarily taking over his job. Brushing it off, you continue lunch on a slightly tense note.

Friendship with Bee was hard. She didn’t seem to like how you viewed your title, but she also seemed to care greatly about you having a good future. The past year has been stressful. Not too long after your 149th birthday, your father had fallen into yet another depressive episode. This time, you couldn’t help much since you had started working more under Sera alongside Emily. Though you were grateful for the experience you wanted to go and help your father. Bee and Sera were too insistent on it not being your job and making you work hard to learn for your future.

Soon, you were called to a meeting room with just Bee and Sera, “Princess we have an important lesson today. You’ve shown immense progress in your abilities, so we wanted to let you in on something important since we think you’re ready.” She and Bia started to explain the exterminations. Your heart shattered. What they had been doing went against everything. There’s no way your family approved this.

“Sera, who gave permission for this?” You kept a poker face, though obviously not happy about this.

“This is for the safety of Heaven.”

“Sera, do any of the virtues know? Does my father? Does your’s?!” Your anger bubbled up, feeling like it was about to burst. ‘Sera is going behind Heaven’s back! How could she do something so cruel?!’

“Princess I’d thought you’d understand this by now. Heaven is Holy and must be protected.” Your wings appear on your back and spread out far.

“Sera this goes against everything! You don't even have permission! What would the upper ranks say?!” You yelled, desperate to get her to realize how serious this was.

“Bia, do what you must. This can’t get out. I must meet with the returning exterminators.” Your eyes flash over to Biatreh.

“You knew about this?! Is that why you’ve been trying to- You wanted me to convince the uppers?!”

“Well yes and no. I could care less what the upper ranks think, but if you could actually do something worthy of your title for once, it would have been amazing. However, you've disappointed me.” Suddenly you’re thrown to the floor on your stomach. Pain seers through your wings next. You look back to see her ripping them off in half. One by One. Once she has all of them, she puts a foot on your back, your shredded wings bleeding profusely. “These would go nicely next to Lucifer’s would they not. I’ve heard they do this to all fallen angels, though the entire wing.”

You are infuriated how could she do something like this. “Well you won’t be doing that. No one so cruel can hold my wings like a trophy!” Suddenly your wings are on fire burning the ones in her hands to ashes and burning the rest on your back down to the bases.

“Well I guess you should be going now before you heal.” Suddenly you're falling through a portal of red.

Turning around, you slowly watch the sky as you fade in and out of consciousness. A weird, hot feeling makes your body feel like a fire is trying to burn your very being. Sharp pains on different parts of your body. This moment feels like an eternity before you feel someone grasp you safely in their arms. Your body finally gives into unconsciousness as you hear someone gently speak, “I got you.”

Heaven feels a shift. Something is not right. Emily alerts the virtues of Eliora’s odd absence from work. The siblings immediately search for her presence in Heaven. They can’t find it. They can’t let God know, or else his days of wrath may come back, and no one would be spared. Right now, they need to find Elly before she’s put in any more danger than she may be in. Word was told to high ranked angels. Even Adam was let in on it who was pissed someone might have hurt the princess. Everyone could tell this wasn’t of her own doing.

*Biatreh’s nickname for Eliora (yes based on Disney sleeping beauty princess)

Welp Bia is a little messed up in the head. Jealousy be damned i guess?

Anyways I tried to rush this so I could actually start the story (part 2 is written and just needs to be revised then onto drafting part 3!!)

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Monster Au except Yuu is a researcher who came from a modern fantasy world where monsters aren’t an uncommon thing to see(they know their strengths and weaknesses, or at least something similar) and if it’s child!Yuu then they are just a researcher’s kid who wants to be like their parents(may or may not have a plushie of their favorite creature)

This is an interesting twist to the idea of Yuu actually being aware of monsters and magic before arriving in Twisted Wonderland! I can imagine that Yuu would absolutely go full-researcher mode and just start spazzing at the realization that they can actually talk to these humanized versions of the monsters in their big field guide book the size of a cinder block! X’D

Researcher!Yuu: “Oh…my…goodness!!!”

Monster!Jack: “Huh…?"

Researcher!Yuu: “You’re such a perfect specimen!” *-starts tugging and pulling on Jack’s ears, tail, and examining his teeth-* “Sharp, angular ears. Teeth and gums are well-maintained. Ah!! Such a beautiful shade of blue tinted mist! And it’s cool to the touch…fascinating! I’ve never seen an arctic version of the Fu Dog species!”

Monster!Jack: “Wah sha-?!” *-can’t talk with Yuu’s hands on his saber canines-*

Monster!Epel: “Um…what are you doing?”

Researcher!Yuu: *-stares at Epel-* “...o…oh…my…GOSH!!!! Are you a hybrid between two different monster species?!”

Monster!Epel: “Ack! Y-Yes??”

Chimera!Grim: “...uh…you okay there?”

Researcher!Yuu: *-Yuu.exe has stopped working. Please restart.-*

…pfft…yeeeeah, Yuu might be a little much for these guys at first until they realize they have to dial things back a little. Luckily, the students and staff are spared the intrusive and curious questions once the research institutions come into play. (Researcher!Yuu: “I have found my people.”)

On the bright side, both groups can have a blast comparing notes and sharing data, so it’s a mutually beneficial exchange! Yuu might also eagerly tell their new friends all about the different stories from their explorations in the field (and of course, the injuries they experienced when they got spotted by aggressive/defensive monsters)!

How this Yuu managed to stay alive as long as they had is a mystery.

If it were mini!Yuu (in this case I can see them being between 3-7 years old), I’d imagine everyone would be endeared to the child’s curious questions and stories about their parent’s/guardian’s field of study. The monster boy who closely resembles the species of the plushie the little one carries around would be a mix of “Awww, that’s so adorable~!” and “Ha! The child likes me better than you~!” (Imagine Yuu getting flooded with so many new toys based on the other monster boys just to gain their favor X’D)

This whole AU would be a very interesting kettle of fish, especially if their friends had to constantly drag/yoink them out of danger whenever they go into researcher mode. Like when the phantom in the mines appeared during the prologue and when Yuu witnessed their first overblot X’D

[sleepsonclouds]

Clouds tropespots: The Spirealm, E06

Episode 6 (Birthday party, 2nd door)

People are… actually reading these? I'm pleasantly surprised! This is the last complete episode in the 2nd door. The egg drama continues, romantically.

Sleight of hand: Lin Qiushi unknowingly breaks his egg, which is a death condition. Nanzhu sneakily switches their eggs, hoping he'll be the target instead. So very… touching.

Propriety in the face of death: Tan Zaozao is scared and wants to share the room. Qiushi offers to sleep on the floor, but Nanzhu immediately, absolutely forbids this. Zaozao should sleep on the floor - because it's still improper for men and women to sleep in the same room! It's not at all because he wants to sleep with Qiushi.

There is only one bed (variant): It is also fine to share the bed if you're both on top of the covers and wearing clothes. Even if you're sort of gravitating towards each other. Distance between elbows: 2 cm.

Holding hands: Totally proper in the face of danger! It evolves in a beautiful sequence from a shoulder grab to mutual wrist-grabbing to what I think is off-screen hand-holding. If you don't obsessively pause the video, it looks like hand-holding, that's for sure. There's also comforting shoulder-touching to complement this. Nanzhu just can't let go.

Lying to protect partner (egg edition): Qiushi realises someone's triggered the death condition. But his egg is fine… "Whose egg is broken?!" Nanzhu, the lying liar, claims it's his.

Worrying about reckless partner: So that's why Nanzhu didn't sleep (Qiushi noticed): he thought he'd be murdered. Qiushi, understandably, would have liked to know. Nanzhu: "It was meaningless to tell you that." Oh dear. Worrying intensifies.

Someone cares about me???: Nanzhu (enjoying this): "You care that much about my life?" Luckily, frustration triggers Qiushi's logical thinking.

Shoulder-touching (lingering): Qiushi has started doing it, too. Carry on.

Plot item of innuendo, cont.: Qiushi: "Protecting our eggs is the most important thing." Didn't you tell Nanzhu off for saying about the same..?

Lying to protect partner - caught!: Qiushi realises someone's trying to kill him. And he pays A Lot of attention to eggs - this isn't his egg, his had a tiny black spot!

Worrying about partner: Nanzhu actually admits to being nervous when his attempt to switch eggs and targets fails. This is Nanzhu we're talking about.

Romantic egg exchange (I can't even): Qiushi wants to switch eggs back (though it doesn't even matter). But we get a beautiful scene where they exhange eggs in a very romantic fashion, crossing wrists and all! The camera makes sure to capture that.

Breaking eggs for your beloved: AND THEN Nanzhu, the perfect, beloved drama sprite that he is, drops his egg on purpose. "It slipped." Yes, I'm sure that's what he said. Now they're… egg-mates. Egg equals. About to be murder-killed anyway! (Nanzhu's puppy dog eyes may kill me first.)

No one has ever cared for me like this: Qiushi STILL can't fathom why Nanzhu would care about him, but he is starting to think this is a pretty extreme hiring tactic. Nanzhu: "I think you're talented, and I want to be your friend. Not everyone gets to be my friend." (Says the man who doesn't do friends.) Qiushi is wising up: "So you entered the door just to help me?" (Nanzhu totally did.)

There is a light in you: Nanzhu believes in Qiushi. "I see a light in you that others don't have." Shameless. Meta-level. Flirting. And eye-contact that just lasts forever.

Clasping hands: How is this gesture so romantic? Is it because Nanzhu's hand nearly covers Qiushi's? Is it the staring? Is it the duration? Forgetting to let go? The soft piano music? Yes.

Am I the prettiest: Nanzhu, upon realising he was the only one who slept: "So do you think my sleeping posture looks good, or does Xu Xiaocheng's look better?" Qiushi tells him they're both pretty. This is acceptable… for now.

Partners in arson: Excellent teamwork again - Nanzhu gets to do the dramatic cannibal cake reveal, while Qiushi and Zaozao light the kitchen on fire. Nanzhu also gets to throw the door god in there. Sadly, arson isn't the answer.

The conclusion to this arc and more dramatics follow in -> Episode 07

[pocket-sized-nightmare]

here's my entry for day 3 of @mcyt-yuri-week! today's prompt is "qpr/aromance"

Pearl loves so many things about her alien base, but if she had to pick a favorite, it would be the plants.

She’s spent hours tending to them, figuring out how to keep them alive, and discovering what makes them unique. Some fill the air with glitter, some respond to her touch, and some even glow in the dark. There’s something beautiful about every plant in her biome, and that’s even before she collects the best part: the fruits. There are nearly a dozen edible plants that grow wild around her base. She’s learned what they taste like and what her favorites are, and now, she’s learning how to use them in recipes.

After all, a midnight picnic with her partner deserves something special.

As the sun goes down, Pearl returns to her house with a basket of alien fruits. Gem said she’d make sandwiches and cake for the picnic, which leaves Pearl to make drinks. Luckily, she’s spent the last few months perfecting her boba tea recipe.

It starts with tea, of course. Pearl puts a pot of water over the fire to boil, then adds the holographic blue flowers and heart-shaped leaves she dried herself. Next up is the boba: juice-filled orange orbs from the center of flowers and sweet, squishy white seeds from inside the sparkle pods.

Mailbox wanders into the kitchen and nuzzles against Pearl as she cuts the first pod open, sending a burst of sparkles into the air. “Well, hello there, Mailbox! A little curious, are we?”

Mailbox barks. Pearl chuckles as she scoops the seeds out of the pod and drops them into a bowl. As she cuts another pod open, Matchbox races in and curiously tries to jump up to the counter. Pearl laughs out loud. “No, you goofy pup, you cannot have my fruit.” She gently pushes Mailbox back down to the floor.

Pearl mixes the seeds and orbs together in the bowl, then divides the mixture between two bottles. The tea is finally ready, so she takes it off the fire, sweetens it, and leaves it to cool. It shimmers in the light of Pearl’s kitchen, shifting from blue to orange to pearlescent white. It’s perfect. All she has to do is add the fruit flavoring, and it’ll be ready to surprise Gem—

Matchbox, Mailbox, and Tilly all leap up and run to the door, barking excitedly all the way. Pearl puts her cooking tools down and follows them. “Do I have a visitor?”

She opens the door to find GeminiTay standing in front of her.

Gem looks perfect. There are sunflowers in her braid and vines woven around her antlers. She’s wearing her favorite dress, the one that makes her look like a woodland elf. Pearl is suddenly self-conscious of her own fruit-stained overalls. “Oh, gosh, you’re early! I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. I’m not quite ready yet…”

“That’s alright! I actually…” Gem smiles sheepishly. “I knew you’d be cooking for the picnic, and I kinda just wanted to hang out with you.”

Pearl’s heart melts. “Of course! I was trying to surprise you with boba, but now we can make it together.”

As Gem steps into Pearl’s base, all three of Pearl’s dogs leap around her. Mailbox leaps up and puts his paws on Gem’s chest, accidentally knocking her to the ground, and Matchbox curls up on Gem’s stomach. Tilly trots over and licks Gem’s face, then looks up at Pearl with an expression of aren’t I a good dog for not knocking her over? From the ground, Gem laughs so hard she cries.

Pearl laughs too, then tries to catch her breath. “No! Bad dogs, all of you. Get off of her.”

“Aw, don’t worry, I know they’re sweet.” Gem sits up and pets Matchbox’s head. “So what were you saying about boba?”

“I was just making some!” Pearl grabs Gem’s hand and leads her into the kitchen. “Although I should warn you, it isn’t exactly a normal flavor.”

“What is it, then?”

Pearl winks. “You’ll see.”

When Gem sees Pearl’s collection of ingredients, she stares. It’s like nothing she’s ever seen before. “Pearl, this is amazing! What are all these?”

“100% genuine alien flora, straight from my personal garden,” Pearl says with a flourish. “That’s a lie. They grow wild all over my biome. But they are alien plants.”

Gem laughs. “Only you, Pearl.”

“Aw, you love me.” Pearl elbows her.

Gem leans her head on Pearl’s shoulder. “Of course I do.”

They smile at each other. Pearl can’t help but gaze at her partner for what has to be the ten-thousandth time, studying every detail she’s come to love. Gem’s emerald green eyes shine in the light and reflect the stars from the windows, and the white freckles on her face highlight the blush on her cheeks like constellations. She’s brilliant and beautiful, and Pearl can’t help but stare at her – not quite the way she’s heard others describe romance, but like looking at a beautiful meteor shower or an artfully arranged bookshelf. Gem isn’t “just a friend,” but she isn’t exactly a girlfriend, either. She’s just Gem, and Pearl is just Pearl, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

“So,” Gem says, bringing Pearl out of her thoughts. “What’s the next step with this stuff?”

“Funny you should ask!” Pearl reaches into her basket and pulls out a remarkably spiky fruit. Its shape has too many sharp points and wild edges to be natural, but it somehow exists anyway. “All we need is to cut this thing open and mash it up.”

“Are you sure it won’t attack us?” Gem teases.

“Nah, they’re only called firework fruits because of the shape. They don’t actually explode. Unlike the sparkle pods.”

“Unlike the what?” Gem shakes her head in amazement. “Pearl, your base this season is something else.”

“Why, thank you very much,” Pearl says with a joking bow. “Anyway, it’s easier than it looks. Want to do the honors?”

“Gladly.” Gem picks up a knife from the counter and weaves it between the fruit’s spikes, then presses down. It breaks into two neat halves, revealing orange flesh swirled with streaks of white. “That looks… weirdly delicious.”

In response, Pearl picks up a spoon, scoops up a bit of fruit from the inside, and pops it into her mouth.

“Hey, save some for the tea!” Gem laughs. 

Pearl takes out another spoon and hands it to Gem. “Okay, fine,” Gem says. “I’ll have some too. Just to make sure it’s good.”

Gem takes a bite of the firework fruit. It tastes strange, but good – a bit like saltwater taffy. “That is delicious, actually,” she mumbles through her mouthful of food.

“Help me mash this stuff up?” Pearl asks, taking half of the fruit and scooping its insides into a bowl.

“You got it.” Gem does the same. “You could totally use this as a weapon.”

“Or for a really dangerous game of volleyball.”

“What?”

Both of them dissolve into laughter. Pearl takes the bowls of fruit and mixes them with the holographic tea, then pours the mixture into the two bottles.

Gem looks over at the drinks. The tea shifts from blue to orange every time she looks at it, and the swirls of color light up the parts of her mind she’s trained to focus on perfect color palettes. The drink is nearly as pretty as Pearl is, and that’s saying something. “Did you mean to make the colors like that?” she realizes.

Pearl’s eyes widen. “Like what? Is that bad?”

“No, it’s…” Gem takes out her communicator and shows Pearl a sticker she’s recently added to her collection on its case. It’s a heart with stripes of orange and blue connected by white in the middle, the same set of colors Pearl’s decorated a thousand things with – the aroace flag. “It’s perfect.”

“It is perfect!” Pearl beams. “I didn’t even do that on purpose. That’s amazing, though, now that you say it.”

Pearl hands Gem a bottle of tea with one hand, then takes Gem’s other hand in hers. “So, then. About that picnic?”

“Sounds perfect to me,” Gem says. She leads Pearl out to the perfect spot at the top of the hill, with Matchbox, Mailbox, and Tilly trotting behind them. They set up their picnic, illuminated by lanterns and moonlight. For anyone who doesn’t know, it looks like a perfect date, or something straight out of a painting.

For them, though, it’s just Pearl and Gem, partners and partners-in-crime, having a midnight picnic together.

What could be better than that?

[eddiesgorlie]

Trick-Or-Treat

Austin x Reader

Summary: Austin and Reader dress up for halloween and hand out candy.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

Word count: 501

This was my third halloween with Austin but my first one living with him. I’ve always gone all out with my costumes and of course this year I’m dragging Austin in on it. The Corpse Bride is one of my favorite halloween movies, I would dress up as Emily, Austin as Victor and our dog as Scraps. “Look at the dress I thrifted!” I said showing Austin. “You found that at a thrift store? It’s beautiful.” He said smiling. “Yep and I found these pieces for your costume.” I said handing him his costume. “I’m going to start getting ready since, well, I need to be blue.” I said laughing. “Ok.” He said as I walked to our shared bathroom. I laid out the wedding dress and the blue face paint and got to work.

After 3 hours, I was ready. My costume looked amazing, even the wig was perfect. Austin came around the corner, he was wearing the suit, his skin was grey from the face paint and his black hair was a mess. Luckily his hair was already black from Elvis. “Well hello Emily.” He said reaching for my hand. “Hello Victor.” I said. “I’ve got the candy bowls ready and spooky music playing, I think we are just about ready.” He said. Our dog Sydney, or should I say Scraps came running into the room in her skeleton costume. “Oh my, she looks so cute!” I said laughing. “She really does look adorable.” He said kissing me.

Like clockwork, the doorbell rang at exactly 6:00. “Let’s go!” I said excitedly speed walking to the door. I grabbed a candy bowl and opened the front door. “Trick or treat!” A group of little kids yelled. “Look at your costumes, you all look great!” I said as I lowered the bowl to their level. They grabbed a couple pieces each and yelled “Thank you!”

“Thats it, no more birth control for me!” I told Austin once I closed the door. “Ok.” He said with a huge smile. “I’m just kidding, not yet.” I said. He pouted his lip. The doorbell rang again and we opened it together. For the next few hours, it seemed like every time we sat down, the doorbell rang. At about 8 o’clock the last couple trick or treaters came by, we turned the porch light off after they left. “That was a very successful halloween.” I said as I hugged him. “Now I get to spend some time with my beautiful girl.” He said as he kissed my head. We sat on the couch and watched some movies. Starting with Poltergeist and ending with Nightmare Before Christmas, we snacked on some of the leftover candy and decided to call it a night.

“We should probably get in the shower before we stain the couch.” I said as I laughed. “You are probably right. But first, I need to carry my beautiful wife Emily across the threshold.” He said as he lifted me up bridal style.

Just a short little halloween story! Happy Halloween, have a spooktacular day!

[snorky]

Cupid's Chokehold

Hey y’all! Derek Forbort is someone I’ve always found interesting, he’s just a simple fella it seems and my brain enjoys that fact. Darla, my sweet baby Darla, is a main star in this fluffy fic, and so I hope you all enjoy it! This fic can either be read as platonic or romantic and the title is inspired by the song "Cupid's Chokehold/Breakfast in America" by Gym Class Heroes. Once again, I hope you enjoy this fic and take care of yourself!

Pairing: Derek Forbort x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: None

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The Massachusetts autumn wasn’t too harsh, surprisingly, with only a couple of rain showers here and there, and nothing more. Leaves on trees were a vibrant mix of golds and oranges and reds, scattered in the air and on the pavement. It was truly, a beautiful day to have a simple walk around the Boston Common.

Grabbing their bag with their book, snacks, and water, they walked from their quaint apartment to the Common, as it was only a few minutes’ commute. The leaves crunched beneath their feet as they walked, the traffic bustling on the road beside them with a typical symphony of car horns and an occasional profanity.

They shivered slightly as the wind blew past them, thanking themselves for bringing a heavier jacket, considering how much colder the breeze seemed that day. Nonetheless, it was still a nice day with the sun peeking out through the clouds.

Shortly after, they arrived at the Common, a little less crowded than it would be in the summer, which seemed perfect for them. Families walked around, enjoying the sights, joggers and runners getting in their early dose of exercise, and seniors taking in life, enjoying the beauty in everything.

They sat down underneath a tree, getting comfortable leaning against it, and grabbed their book from their bag. Opening the book, they started reading it, getting lost in the words and stories within. The outside world seemed loud and relentless, and so to have a simple break through a book was more than enough for them.

Unbothered and relaxed, it was automatic for them to seemingly endlessly flip through the pages, immersing themselves in a new world. That was until, a dog came running up beside them, barking playfully and jumping in their lap.

“Oh—” They set their book down beside them and looked at the dog again. “Hi there bud, where are you supposed to be?” Looking at the dog’s collar, it read “Darla” in a sweet font. “Darla? What a cute name you’ve got,” they chuckled softly. The dog looked up at her and wagged its tail, an almost smile it seemed on its face.

A man came running in their direction, holding a leash that seemed to be broken. “I’m so sorry,” he said breathlessly. He looked slightly tired, a weary expression on his face. The dog leaped into the arms of the man, getting cozy. “Darla, what are you doing girl?” He scratched the top of her head.

“It’s alright, she wasn’t bothering me.” They smiled. “Darla is so precious,” they added.

The man looked at them and smiled, “She is.” Darla seemed to snuggle deeper into his arms, trying to find warmth as another cool breeze brushed by. “I think I should head back home now,” he sighed. “Poor Darla is getting cold.”

They nodded their head in agreement, “Hope Darla gets nice and warm once she gets home.”

“She will,” he chuckled. Standing there, he wondered if he should tell them his name, but Darla seemed slightly adamant about not wanting to be out in the cold for too long. “Okay, let’s go home, Darla.” He walked away, waving them goodbye, and they did the same.

The next morning, he hoped to bump into the kind stranger again, and by him, he meant Darla bumping into the kind stranger. He grabbed a new, unbroken, leash for Darla, and took her out for a walk again in the Common. Like the usual Boston weather, it was ever changing, and luckily for him, it was slightly warmer outside, meaning Darla could tolerate it slightly better.

When he reached the park, he followed his usual routine of taking her on the path he always took around the Common. It was a slightly busier day in the Common due to the warmer, kinder weather, but nothing too crazy in his opinion. Darla seemed to enjoy the warmer weather, her tail wagging with each step, and a bright look on her face.

“Having fun?” he asked as he looked down at his dog while walking.

He bumped into another person as he wasn’t paying attention, accidentally making them drop their things. “Shoot! I’m sorry about that.” Quickly, he tried to help the other person pick up the things they dropped.

“No worries,”

Recognizing the voice, he looked up and saw the face of the kind stranger he had met the previous day. “Oh, hello,” he said in a friendly manner.

“Hi to you as well,” they responded. “I see Darla is back and happy?” They bent down to her, reaching to pet the top of her head. “You don’t mind if I pet her, right?”

“I don’t mind.” He smiled. They started petting her, making her happy with the attention. 

It was silent in the Common besides the children playing in the distance or old couples reminiscing about their past. The wind blew lightly occasionally, rustling the leaves against the ground or a tree.

He stood there, thinking about whether or not to tell them his name this time, and he decided to do so. “My name is Derek.” He extended his hand out for them to shake.

Grabbing his hand, they shook it, introducing themselves. “It’s nice to meet you, Derek.” They smiled looking up at him. He had short brown hair and a gentle look on his face.

Derek smiled back kindly, “You as well.”

They both continued to chat about the more mundane things in life together, such as living in Boston and their jobs. Sitting on a park bench beside each other, Darla sitting in Derek’s lap, their conversation seemed to flow so smoothly. 

“Yeah, Darla is a sweet Bassett Hound,” he smiled. “I adopted her back when I lived in LA.”

“All the way over on the West Coast?” They said in surprise.

“Yep, moving to Boston was something,” he chuckled.

“Definitely is,” 

Peaceful silence overtook them, allowing the autumn air to truly make itself present in the sight of beautiful foliage in the Common. Darla seemed to fall asleep in Derek’s lap curled up, his hand gently petting her.

“She’s a little sleepy,”

“Don’t move,” they laughed. “If you do, I’ll be upset that you woke up sweet Darla.”

He laughed along with them, finding it nice how easily he got along with them. Derek felt like he could talk to them endlessly and appreciated the company. Plus, he found them to be lovely and pleasant in general, especially when they spoke about their passions.

“Yeah, this book is really good.” They held the book in their hands, showing him the front cover. “I’ve been reading it for the past few days and let me tell you, the plot is beyond what it seems,”

Smiling at them, he made a mental note to check out the book sometime soon. “I’ll read it to Darla,”

“For Darla!”

They both laughed together, inadvertently waking up Darla, and they decided to go on with their day. Exchanging numbers, they decided to stay in contact with each other.

“Well, I need to run some errands, hope I talk to you again Derek.” They smiled.

“You too, Darla will miss you greatly,”