#so seeing him as a grown ass adult looking like that got me good

[tons-o-tv]

I was in high school when Henry Danger first came out, so I was never really attracted to Henry.

Like I was a high schooler and he was a baby faced baby voiced middle schooler so I was never into him like that. Even when he hit his growth spurt I was still not all that attracted to him cause I still remembered his baby face in the beginning.

I was always into Ray tho, like I had the biggest crush on that man! And I still do honestly!

But I gotta say grown ass adult Henry in the Henry Danger: The Movie, him I’m attracted to! Like holy shit!

(Spoiler ahead for mention of the end of the movie)

Also Ray at the end was hot as hell to!! Like the whole messy, covered in dirt, just finished a battle, deep raspy voice, thing he had going on was such a vibe!

[amorisxx]

Snickerdoodle a.d.

pairing: Art Donaldson x reader prompt: Imagine being that parent who always brings baked goods to the PTA meetings and generally getting along with everyone really well. But for some reason Art Donaldson says something that rubs you the wrong way one night. warnings: smut 18+, car sex, piv, cheating, adults acting like horny teenagers, flashbacks, not proofread word count: 2.4K a/n: I wrote this in one sitting just from seeing this post 🤭

part ii | part iii | part iv | part v

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

He notices he’s offended you by the way you stop talking directly to him, looking everywhere but him. Smiling at everyone but him. You’re giving your undivided attention to anyone who speaks but when he opens his mouth you seem much more interested in your nails.

Art has known you since he's been coming to these meetings. He knows that you offer a polite smile to everyone, but he'd grown used to the small smiles you'd give him. The secret grins and the sarcastic eye rolls you shared with him when Nancy got a bit too controlling or when Dan overshared about his marriage.

You would playfully nudge his elbow when Cynthia inevitably brought up her small knitting business. You’d been initially interested, always loving a good sweater, until you found out the only things she knit were small replicas of pets.

You would discreetly play tic tac toe or hangman on a napkin while the more aggressive moms argued about where to host the next school event, or when the guest speaker for the night would drone on and on.

Once, you baked snickerdoodle cookies and Art ate three of them in one sitting, then asked to take some home for “Lily.” So, you made sure to bake snickerdoodle cookies almost every time you brought snacks. Everyone knew the circular red tin you’d bring was Art’s.

The two of you didn’t really talk outside of the PTA, but Art considered you his friend at these things.

Which is why he should've known not to bring up your recently divorced ex-husband during the meeting. He’d simply been trying to make sure the headcount for this year’s Fall Fest committee was right after Nancy had thrusted the clipboard into his hands. He was tasked with making sure everyone on the list was still showing up. When Art asked you if your husband would still be attending, you went silent, your lips tensing up like you’d tasted something sour.

“Are you really asking me that right now?”

Art stammered. “I just wasn’t sure…”

You scoffed at him disbelieving.

“Well when he finally gets his head out of that whore’s ass then maybe he’ll be able to let you know.”

He doesn’t say anything.

Before he hands the clipboard back, he makes sure to draw a line through your ex-husband’s name.

Art tries to apologize after the meeting is over. Insisting on walking you to your car and carrying your dessert containers back for you. His self deprecating little smile makes you roll your eyes, but you turn for him to follow you anyway. You silently lead the way to your car keeping a couple steps ahead of him. Despite his attempts to look away, Art’s eyes stay glued to the sway of your hips the whole way.

Once you pop the trunk and gesture for him to place the containers down, you finally look him in the eyes for the first time since he’d pissed you off. Art shoves his hands in his pockets, telling you he’s really sorry for what he said. That he wasn’t thinking. He wants to make it up to you.

You purse your lips, look at the way his eyes seem hopeful yet a little too pleading for an offense so small. You tilt your head to the side, taking in his features before eventually telling him that “it’s fine,” and that you forgive him. He seems to visibly relax at this and you can’t help wondering why he would be so hung up on your forgiveness. After all, it was really an overreaction on your part.

You tell him as much and reassure him that you don’t need anything, he doesn’t need to make it up to you. He grabs your hand then, insisting that he wants to.

Art has always been this way, you think, all placating and overly apologetic when he thinks he’s done something wrong. You’d chalked it up to the media training you know he must’ve received. Being agreeable probably made his PR manager’s job ten times easier. Not that you didn’t believe he was genuinely a kind person, but you knew even Art might be overcompensating every now and then.

You’d seen the way he could be snarky without remorse before. The two of you would basically laugh about it later. You’d also seen how he never hid the way his eyes would linger on your cleavage. The way he’d give you a small, bashful smile when you’d catch him, his smirk only growing wider the more you blushed.

Art Donaldson could be sneaky.

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He’d never been ashamed about being touchy with you. Placing a warm hand on your arm or back when greeting one another, letting his fingers skim your hand on the table next to his while he listened to speakers. The touching seemed innocent enough until one night when he’d walked you to your car after the two of you had stayed longer. You had been distracted during the meeting.

Art stayed and listened as you told him about your husband and how he’d come home late after you planned a romantic evening for the two of you the night before. You made sure your son was at your parents’ house, made his favorite meal, and lit candles around the house. The two of you had decided to schedule date nights per your therapist’s suggestion. When 1 am rolled around, and your husband had returned none of your calls, you scraped the food into tupperware containers and got ready for bed. He came home with apologies and excuses about getting caught up in the office. He had already eaten, and he smelled of a perfume you didn’t own but had grown to recognize.

That night, you told Art that you were sure your husband was cheating on you. He told you that he understood how you felt. You didn’t believe him. Tashi was perfect.

After your tears had dried, and Art managed to pull a few laughs out of you, the both of you decided it was time to call it a night. You moved to give Art a casual hug, but he wrapped his arms around you so tightly that you couldn’t help but melt into it, burying your face in his chest. You remembered him smelling warm, like amber.

Art had rubbed your back as he held you, whispered that he was sorry that your husband was a dumbass. You huffed out a laugh, pulling away to look at him. He’d brought his hand up to your cheek, his other hand on the small of your back. You smiled at him through your eyelashes before letting your head drop down with a sigh.

Your cheeks burned as you took in how your legs were tangled with his. Art had tilted his head to get a better look at you again, but you’d stuck to hiding your face against his chest.

He huffed and let his chin fall to your shoulder. You still refused to look his way, turning to watch some trees. You felt both his hands on your back now.

“What are you thinking about?” He whispered.

“That we said we should go home like 5 min ago.” His hands traveled lower. “You?” You asked shakily. You could feel his breath warm against your neck.

“That I might not be any better than your husband.”

Your eyes widened. Art’s palms firmly cupped your ass. In contrast, his lips were pressed gently to the skin of your neck.

“Art!” Your hands flew to his hair.

He laughed into your neck.

You slapped his arm, but when his eyes met yours and his lips were mere inches away from yours, you let your eyes flutter shut.

His breath fanned your lips. He smelled like snickerdoodle cookie.

Then, his phone rang.

Art had pulled away from you, turning around to answer the call. You could tell it was Tashi. He’d been honest, telling her that he’d stayed late talking to you. At the mention of your name, he paused and looked over his shoulder.

“Tashi says hi.”

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The two of you never brought up the almost kiss again, but you knew Art hadn’t been sorry. The next time he saw your husband, he’d smirked and told him how lucky he was to have such a great wife. Your husband, ever the narcissist, soaked it all in, pulling you in by the waist, showing you off like a shiny toy. When he turned away, Art had winked at you.

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So, you know that Art is either laying it on thick or feels extremely remorseful about reminding you of your cheating ex-husband.

When he grabs your hand, insisting on finding some way to make it up to you, you see a look of desperation in his eyes that looks new.

Your eyes drop to where his large hand covers your own, then they travel up his toned arm until you find his face, flitting between his eyes and his lips. And for some reason, you’re leaning in. Maybe it’s your way of reassuring him that you guys are good. Either way, he’s not moving back. You’re gripping his forearm with your free hand and suddenly your lips are on his.

You’re not sure if it was his tongue or yours that first went seeking out the other, but now you two are sharing sloppy kisses on the empty school parking lot.

When his left palm presses into your cheek and you feel that cold metal band sting your skin, you pull away with a gasp, remembering where you are, who he is, and that he has a damn wedding ring on. This is Art. PTA Art. You know his wife, for god’s sake. You’ve hosted play dates between their daughter and your son. You carpool with them. You curse and back away from him.

“I’m sorry, I—I don’t know why I did that. I shouldn’t have...”

Art shakes his head, stepping closer to you. He’s looking at you with those damn eyes again. Like he’ll break if you say the wrong thing.

“I—we, we shouldn’t have done that, Art.”

He shakes his head again. Your palm comes up to hold him back, but it doesn’t work as he simply grabs ahold of the hand on his chest and presses himself against you more. His forehead comes down to lean on yours. His eyes closed.

“You don’t understand,” he sighs. “I want you.”

“But you’re married Art…”

“I want you.” He repeats. “I’ve wanted you…for awhile now.”

And though you already know this, it still shocks you that he’s actually saying it now. Before you have time to register it, he’s back on you and you don’t know if it’s because you’re afraid to break him or if you’ve just always been this selfish, but you let him press you against the trunk of your car. You let him push his tongue into your mouth, let his big hands knead the flesh of your hips and ass. Let him lick and nip at your neck, nibble on your earlobe.

You let Art push you into the backseat of your car. You let him settle between your legs, guiding his lips to yours, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He’s pressing his hips into yours rocking against you as he pushes your top up. Art’s hands frantically work at your bra, impatiently bending the wire in the process of taking it off. You gasp at his eagerness but can’t say anything as he’s already wrapping his mouth around your nipple making you arch your back up off the leather seats. His hands are gripping your thighs and shoving your skirt up when he releases your nipple with a pop.

He’s up long enough to tear his shirt off and for your equally impatient hands to reach for his pants. His shorts are barely past his balls before he’s back on you. Kissing all over your lips, jaw, neck. Art groans when his fingers find their way to your soaked underwear, rubbing his thumb from your slit to your clit through the fabric. You whine and rock your hips into each movement. You pant into his open mouth as he pulls them to the side, letting the air hit your bare cunt. He dips his thumb into your entrance then drags it up to sloppily circle your clit.

You’re moaning loudly into his mouth, begging him for more. Art smiles against your lips as he takes himself in his hand. He lets his head sweetly kiss your sticky clit, and he asks if you want him to put it in.

You nod eagerly.

"Yeah?" He grunts, tapping his head against you in a taunting manner.

You nod again and let him press against your opening.

Art covers your mouth with his when he finally pushes into you, stifling both of your moans. He gets his arms around your waist, holding you as he rocks into your pussy. You’re whimpering and squeezing around him like you haven’t had dick in years, and Art thinks he might pass out when you start bucking up into him and begging him to fuck you.

He doesn’t even care that he won’t last long. He can’t deny you. So, he wraps your thighs tighter around his waist and pushes himself forward. Your mouth falls open as Art slides out and pushes back into you with a grunt. Your hands are in his hair, pulling at the short strands. You mouth at his jaw as his thighs slap against you.

Art buries his head into your neck as he frantically fucks into your tight hole, and he’s whining that he’s close. His fingers that have been playing with your clit are slippery with your juices and you clench your thighs, nodding with him in agreement.

You end up letting Art Donaldson cum inside you. You let him rub your clit until you orgasm around his dick that’s still buried in you.

You let him help you redress. He’d winced when he saw the mess he made of you between your legs. You ignore the way you can tell he wants to say sorry.

Once you’re both dressed and you’re standing against your car with wobbly legs, Art tells you that he still wants to make it up to you.

You roll your eyes.

“Good night, Art.” You get into the driver’s seat.

“I’m serious.”

Your hand hesitates on the door handle. You look back at him and his pleading eyes and his pathetic yet charming smile.

“Your wife has my number.”

And then, you shut the door.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

a/n: reader reminds me of Anna Kendrick’s character in A Simple Favor, sweet but also kinda toxic

thanks for inspiring this @artdcnaldson <3

[satorella]

𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫!𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧

𝐏𝐭. 𝟐 (Pt. 1 | Pt. 3)

Boy next door!Eren who you have been spending more time with lately, either studying at his house or yours.

Though, neither of you really needed to study…

Boy next door!Eren who just loved listening to you talk. Even if it was just about the assignment.

“Eren? Are you listening to me?” You scold him. “Yes gorgeous. Every word.” Gosh, he makes you melt.

“What’s your favorite color?” He asks out of the blue. You raised a brow at him, “I’d say black, since it goes with everything, but I have more pink things. So I guess either one of those. Why?” He shrugs, “Just wanna get to know my pretty neighbor more.”

Boy next door!Eren who barges through your front door with a baseball bat when he hears you scream and the sound of glass breaking all the way from next door. Nuh uh. Ain’t body touching his girl!

“Oh Eren, thank god!” You were standing on your kitchen counter, sobbing. “Where is he baby?” You frown, “Who?” “Oh… I just thought-“ He sets his bat down. “Never mind, what’s wrong?” He walks over to you. “Th-there’s a big ass spider over there…” You said through sniffles, pointing over to where you last saw the spider on the floor. He blinks up at you in slight disbelief. Could you be any cuter? “Eren please! I feel like it’s on me!” “Okay okay don’t worry, I’m on it.”

Wait, did he just call you “baby” ?

Boy next door!Eren who you have right where you wanted him. There wasn’t really a spider. You just wanted to see how far he’d go for you.

…Dramatic!Y/n 🫠

But thankfully, he really did find a random spider and got rid of it for you.

“Shit, you stepped on some of the glass. Here, lemme see…” The glass cup falling and breaking wasn’t actually part of your plan, but hey, whatever works right? “Oh…” He helped you shift positions so that you were now sitting on the edge of the counter, and went to get the first aid kit in your medicine cabinet. He knelt down and examined the cut on your foot, then expertly cleaned and bandaged it. “There.” This was more than you bargained for. “Are you okay?” He looks up at you; his little rubs on your leg sparking a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. You bite your bottom lip, “I am now, thank you…” He stands up and takes a step closer between your legs, his gaze going from your eyes to your lips. He reaches his hand up and cups your face, his thumb gently pulling your bottom lip free, “Glad I could help…”

Boy next door!Eren who’s secretly having fun with your guy’s little back and forth games. That spider was small as hell. But he really was worried for a moment, thinking someone had broken into your house or something. He’s never jumped into action so fucking fast.

Boy next door!Eren who’s grown to crave you. Your presence. Your voice. Your laugh. Your smile. Your warmth. Hell, even your lame jokes. He can’t go a day without talking to you or seeing you. Thank goodness he was your neighbor. He could just… take a quick peek through your kitchen window again… if he was that desperate to see you… 🫣

Boy next door!Eren who you know does this. You can’t be mad. Because, well, you do it too. Why couldn’t you guys just text each other and ask to hangout like normal adults???

Why? Because that’d be no fun. You loved seeing hottie!Eren turn into desperate!Eren.

Boy next door!Eren who leaves you an anonymous little gift on your doorstep. You came home one afternoon to a medium sized baby pink box, sealed closed with a velvety black ribbon. You brought it inside the house and placed it on the coffee table. Hitch confirms, via text, that she was indeed not expecting anything. Neither were you, sooo? Curious, you opened it, undoing the ribbon and letting it fall on the carpet.

“A pretty new set, for a pretty girl.” The card said. In the box lies a pink see-through lingerie set from none other than Victoria’s Secret.

You quickly put all the pieces together.

What did he really expect to come of this? Did he honestly expect you to put on a show for him?

If it were anybody else… this would be considered creepy and perverted.

Good thing you’re into that shit!

Boy next door!Eren who wakes up that Saturday morning, and grabs an energy drink from his fridge. He opens the can over the sink, and as he tilts his head slightly back to drink, he sees you through your kitchen window. This time, your thin curtains were already pulled back. There you stood, bent over your counter in the lingerie set he got you, casually sipping on your coffee.

Ohhhhhhhhhh you’re a fuckin demon disguised as an angel!

He looks around to make sure Armin and Jean weren’t up yet…

because he surely was.

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[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

(Mama Bear Sera AU)

Sera was making breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes. She was also setting up eggs, bacon, and fruit. Only the best for her babies. Speaking of her babies she needed to go and wake them up. The first bed room was like room of a princess with pink and lavender. There were lots of fluffy stuffed animals and pictures of lovely landscapes of Heaven. Laying in the bed with a canopy was Emily who was very much an adult.

Sera: Wake up Princess, breakfast is ready.

Emily woke up and smiled.

Emily: Thank you mama.

Sera smiled and went to the next room. This one was a room in dark blue and gold with rock band posters all over the walls. There was an impressive guitar collection, a TV with the latest video game systems. Sera picked up the helmet with horns and a mask so she could put it somewhere safe. Sprawled on the bed was Adam who was holding a lion plushie that was half his size and he was also an adult.

Sera: Wake up Starlight, breakfast is ready.

Adam woke up and yawned, but he also smiled when he saw Sera.

Adam: Bad ass mama.

Sera didn’t usually like cursing, but she such a soft spot for Adam that she let it slide. Unlike Emily who was wearing cutesy nightgown that went down to her ankles, Adam was wearing boxer shorts and slept a shirtless so you could see his nipple piercings just like you could see his tongue piercing when he yawned. Adam picked up a shirt of his favorite rock band and put it on. Adam followed Sera to the dining room, Adam hugged Emily before taking his seat.

Adam: Morning Emmy.

Emily: Good morning Addie.

Sera kissed them on the forehead before she placed a plate with their breakfast in front of them. There was also sippy cups filled with chocolate milk. It didn’t matter if Emily and Adam tried to say that they could handle regular glasses of chocolate milk, to Sera they were her babies.

Adam sighed as he saw the sippy cups, Sera's heart was in the right place but some things she did was embarrassing. He drew the line at letting her feed him, he was a grown ass man, THE man.

Adam: This looks delicious.

Sera: I hope you like it.

Adam sat down and dug into the food, Sera was very good at cooking his food the way he liked it.

Emily: Do you have anything going on today Adam?

His mind went to a special meeting that he had set up but he couldn't let them know about. Especially Sera, she would freak the fuck out.

Adam: Oh you know, Lute wanted to check out this place over in the tropical side.

Sera: That sounds fun.

Adam: It will be, did you want me to bring you something back?

Sera: Sure if you want to.

He nodded, he would have to text Lute and get her to go over there and grab something small to cover it up.

When he was done Adam quickly got dressed, hugged Sera goodbye and flew off.

Adam was headed down to Hell for the afternoon, he had a date with the devil after all.

[normanssurvivalsite]

Could I request a third part of the prince? I love it!

YES OMG YOU ARE MY FIRST REQUEST HIIII THANK YOU SM IM HAPPY YOU LIKE IT🧡🧡

Yeah I might have forgot to mention I do in fact take requests😎

Actually ya'll have been loving the prince series and I was wondering if you want me to making it into like a full blown story like following the series events and what not, or like just a little series of cute scenarios?

Let me know.

Warnings:

The prince (part 3)

(Alastor x male reader)

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Currently you were arguing with your father. Since the moment he found out you are dating Alastor he was not happy, to say the least.

"Why the sudden urge to leave? Is it not good here anymore because I can clean up the rubber ducks-"

"No dad thats not the point I just think I'm old enough to move out and Charlie has her hotel with a lot of rooms, and I mean I guess her dream is not that impossible-"

"Yeah right, like I'm going to believe that you just want to move in with that bambi of yours" he scoffed

"Dont call him- thats not- ok fine yeah, I want to move in with Alastor why is that such a problem I am a grown ass adult I can do as I please." And with that you left the room to pack.

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"I swear, he still thinks I am a kid." You were pacing in Alastor's room while he was sitting on a couch and calmly drinking tea.

"He let Charlie go?? Why not me why cant I do what I want with my life" you continued your angry ranting while unpacking you clothes.

At this point you were basically moved in with Alastor. You had all your stuff there you just needed to unpack, which he solved with a flick of his wrist. You could have done that too, but your father raised both you and your sister to not be careless with the amount of power you have, also you were busy rambling.

"*sigh*...thank you honey." You said quietly as you took a seat next to him slumping into the couch.

Alastor looked at you. Till now he was just half listening to you ramble and he thought you would feel better once you let it out and you two could cuddle but right now you looked even more sad, defeated even.

This did not sit right with him. If there was anything he hated most was seeing you sad or hurt.

He took a hold of your hand and put his other one on your cheek to guide your head to look at him.

"My dear, this issue will be resolved just as any other, you will make up with your father." He reassured you with a smile.

"I know but than it will start again, and I'm starting to feel like he will never accept you even though you are so important to me and... it's just too much right now, I'm sorry I need to be alone." And with that you left.

There it was again. That stinging feeling in his chest. Alastor had to take matters into his own hands.

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You walked down the stairs and took a seat by the bar.

"Damn kid, rough day?" Asked Husk as you put your head into your hands and groaned.

"Thats one way to put it, can you please get me a whisky on the rocks" you said in your ever so kind voice.

Husk liked you. On contrary to your father and older sister you were calm, quiet and well spoken. All this while still having the heart of gold they have as well.

He never understood how a charming young man such as yourself would find himself in a relationship with a demon like Alastor.

During your numerous visits to the Hotel you have talked to Husk a lot and you two became really good friends. The same went for Angel who usually joined you guys. You three usually sat by the bar chatting for hours.

"Hi (Y/N)," you heard Angels voice approaching as you sipped on your whisky. He took a seat next to you and shared a quick kiss with Husk. You chuckled to yourself quietly, you have been rooting for the two from the very beginning and when they finally got together you were so happy you shedded a few tears.

"Hi Angel" you gave him a small smile but he saw through it.

"Aww, toots hard times?" He asked as Husk handed him his drink.

"It's a long story" you answered.

"We got time" said Husk encouragingly.

You smiled a little than started telling the story.

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Alastor was on his way to find Charlie. He needed to solve the situation or he had to gauge his own eyes out so he doesn't have to see you sad.

He figured if he got your father to come to the hotel you can talk things out. As well as, he is going to try and make an effort not to be a complete ass with him but Lucifer has to try and be nice as well, for your sake.

He needed Charlie for this because if Alastor asked Lucifer to come he would not. However if Charlie asked, he'd be there in a second.

"Oh Charlie?" He wondered into the princess's room.

"Yes? OH Alastor HI how is my brother doing?" She asked with excitement. She was more than thrilled that her little brother is going to move into her hotel.

"Not so well I'm afraid I acquire your assistance to make him feel better"

"What? Whats the problem is he ok? Did you hurt him? Alastor I do not care how helpful you are around here if you hurt my little brother-" Her eyes started glowing red as her hair was swept into the air and her horns started to show.

Before this could go any further Alastor cut her off.

"My dear, rest assured I would kill hell's entire population and my self before causing any harm to your darling brother." He said calmly.

"Oh, then whats the problem?" Asked Charlie now calm.

And so Alastor explained everything to Charlie.

When Alastor and Charlie knocked on her father's door there was no answer. They looked at one another and Charlie checked if it was open. It was, so they could go in without problems.

"Hello? Dad?" Yelled Charlie as her voice echoed in the huge mansion.

"YOU, It's your fault you took them away from me" they heard as they looked to their right.

In seconds Alastor was tackled to the floor with a very angry Lucifer on top.

When Charlie registered what she was seeing she started to pull her father off of the Radio demon to almost no avail. The devil wouldn't budge.

"YOU TOOK BOTH OF MY CHILDREN AWAY FROM ME ARE YOU HAPPY NOW IS THAT ENOUGH?"

Lucifer was not happy. He was yelling in his demon form wings out and fire spewing from his mouth.

"DAD"

Everyone stopped. You were standing in the door looking at the scene before you, baffled.

You rarely raised your voice, so to hear it this loud and clear shocked most people in the room.

You cleared your throat. And said in your normal calm voice again.

"Can we talk in private."

Lucifer calmed down and followed you into the room you left to.

When he entered the room to his surprise, you hugged him.

"Listen dad, I understand that both of your kids growing up is hard for you, and I'm sorry for leaving you alone but I need my space I'm starting to live my life and its with Alastor because I love him."

You said in a very gentle tone.

Your dad looked at you for some time then hugged you again.

"You really love him, kiddo?" He looked at you with understanding eyes as he let go.

"I do, dad I really do." You answered.

Your dad sighed. He took a hold of your hands.

"All that matters to me is that you are happy. I'm sorry I have been such a jerk about it but...it's so hard to let you kids go, you will always be my babies" He sniffed lightly.

You chuckled at that and squeezed his hands.

"Can you please make an effort to not hate Alastor?" You tried.

He groaned.

"Yeah, yeah I'll see what I can do but he needs to be cooperative"

You walked out of the room.

Charlie stood up with tears in her eyes and hugged you both.

"Oh...the walls are thin here aren't they?" You asked as you looked at your dad.

"Yeaaah, forgot to mention that."

"You guys, I'm so happy you made up are we ok now?" She asked between sniffles.

"Yeah, we are ok" you smiled at your dad.

After your sister let you go from her crushing embrace Alastor walked up to you.

"I- listen no pressure about saying-" he cut you off by swapping you off your feet into a breathtaking kiss.

"I...I love you too, darling" he said quietly, without the radio statics, he said it in his real voice, as he put his forehead on yours.

"OK, see, I promised to be nice but there is no need to rub it in my face" your father said as he dragged you away.

Alastor straightened up and, with the static back in his voice and an eye twitching, he held his hand out to your father.

"I promise to make an effort to not murder you" he smiled eerily at your dad.

Lucifer had a brooding expression on his face but shook the radio demons hand none the less.

"Thank you." You said at last as you hugged both of them. They hugged you back. While glaring at each other behind your back.

Sure they are gonna make an effort. When you're looking.

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TADA

I really hope you like it again thank you for the request.

Also please let me know if y'all want any of what I mentioned in the beginning.

When Alastor's staff broke and he started talking w/o the statics I was ON MY KNEES.

I WANNA THANK EVERY SINGLE ON OF YOU WHO LIKE MY STORIES THEY HAVE RECEIVED A LOT OF LOVE AND IM THANKFUL BEYOND IMAGINATION THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU💗💗

OK LOVE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY/NIGHT/MORNING WHATEVER MWUAH💋

[0ciestiel0]

Brilliant Minds episode 8 is maybe my new favorite thing. Here are my musings:

Wolf and Nichols acting like horny teenagers was so fun and funny at the same time. Like you’re two grown adults both with a whole ass office to lock the damn door.

No but I loved all their scenes. And I’m happy their little drama didn’t last long and Wolf didn’t let Nichols end things before they started cuz his mother scared him. They had me worried for a moment after Nichols was all let’s be coworkers. You could tell he didn’t actually want that. He kind of looked like he wanted Wolf to fight him on it and he looked sad when he didn’t. So I’m glad Wolf figured it out.

But also when Wolf thought Nichols came to his office to pick up where they left off in the elevator and he says lock the door this time I can only handle my mother walking in on me so many times. How many times has that happened Wolf?? That implies way more than just the elevator today??

I love the little banter they have eating takeout. Wolf coming for him cuz he wasn’t using chopsticks. It’s very practical of Nichols to say he can use chopsticks but he prefers the efficiency of the fork.

Also Josh was so humble. Wolf is all another miracle by Dr. Nichols and he just kinda looks all….like this isn’t about me. Very demure, very mindful. But in all seriousness I like they started off in ep one making him seem a little god complex surgeon stereotype but as we got to know him more we see he’s nothing like that. And actually quite humble for a surgeon.

It was adorable how Nichols stands all military-like after they get caught in the elevator. Probably old habits die hard but Wolf was all embarrassed and oh hell no not again Nichols is all reflexive military stance with a hint of dear god don’t fire me.

Also Josh “I can be intimidating” Nichols. Show me cuz all I’ve seen is flirty surgeon. No but please do I’d love to see intimidating Nichols.

Wolf has good taste in men. That college bro he kissed was also quite fine.

Boy do I have words for Wolf’s mother. I get some of her point like seeing the AIDS crisis probably would make her afraid for Wolf at the time but also like Wolf says she was his mother she still should have talked to him. And my heart was breaking for Wolf as he talked and got all that out about how he felt, like he did something wrong. Like no Wolf, you did nothing wrong 😭 you’re a perfect little cinnamon roll.

“I didn’t need protection, I needed love.” 😭

Also Wolf’s face when Nichols says more like 60/40 was priceless. It was giving you are betting against us? But then his face lights up when he says you’ve proven me wrong before. And that little Nichols smile temporarily fixed my anger at Wolf’s mother.

While I want Van and Ericka to work I’m concerned they will make this love triangle into a bigger drama. And she will end up with Jacob or have a thing with him yet.

The case of the episode was also a ride. Extra points for Susan Bay Nimoy and the nods to Leonard Nimoy and Spock.

[aulostheremin]

looking back at my post about Shen Monkey's species, I begin thinking more about it and also hearing his dialogue in the game, it got me question more about him and his relation to the Mount Huaguo monkeys...

so in this scene, Shen suggested Destined One to call him forefather due to how super old he is

I searched what the word means on Google

so yeah lot of words to describe that Shen have some sort of familial ties. so then, I look back at the scene where all the monkeys gather at the stone monkey area, hearing the old monkey speech and I noticed this background monkey

sorry the picture is ass quality, but if you really look closely, the monkey I circled has gray fur and skin whilst the others have typical macaque fur colour and pinkish red skin.

..this changed everything how I see Shen Monkey. now alright let's try to concoct a MatPat game theory style here. I believe Shen Monkey really was a monkey from Mount Huaguo. but after becoming a zodiac deity, he left the place behind and lived in the heavens. it's possible he has a family line still existing back on the mountain, hence why we saw the background monkey look almost like him. most likely his descendant.

as for why he looks more 'monkey' than Sun Wukong, Destined One, etc. i have another theory for that.

Let's use the Planet of the Apes (reboot series) logic with this. at the beginning, the Apes gained super intelligence, capable of human speech albeit limited, but still has their Ape qualities. as centuries went by and we arrived at the Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes, they have grown in size roughly equal to an adult human, have more human expressions and speak fluently in human speech. tldr, the Apes evolved.

I think that's the case with Shen Monkey, he's the pre evolved Monkey. While he still gained human speech, he retains his youthful monkey-ness. meanwhile, Wukong and his monkey children evolved thanks to human influences brought by Wukong himself when searching for immortality. And the eras they respectively lived has got to be super long from each other.

Journey to the West was created in the 16th century during the Ming Dynasty. The Chinese zodiac animals first appeared in the Zhan Guo period [5th century B.C.] and while no one knows the exact date as of when the zodiac was essentially created, but they were officially identified during the Han Dynasty [206 B.C.–9 A.D.]

honestly does my crazy rambling make any sense? cus this desire to know more about these monkeys is driving me nuts.. in a good way.

[billskeis]

TOM KAULITZ PUNISHING THE FEMALE READERR OH MY GOODDDDDDDD!!

they ARE enemies so like shes flirting(kinda?) with billl and he sees that and takes her upstairs since its his party blabhblabala but he secretly likes her ykyky obvi so plspospos

ᡣ𐭩 punishments w tom

you glare at tom from across the room who talks to a group of other people, getting ridiculous and uncomfortably closer with two certain girls. they weren’t really anybody you knew, and you couldn’t deny the fact that they were attractive.

it was tom who got on every single nerve on your body.

now don’t get me wrong.. ever since you and tom met back two or three years ago you never got off on the same footing. constantly at each other’s neck that the rest of the band had to sometimes put the both of you in time out despite being fully grown adults.

you don’t remember what started the feud, nor did you really care. tom’s attitude towards you fucking sucked and you obviously weren’t gonna stick around and let him berate or get on your ass for it.

you weren’t that kinda girl.

before the party started, you were helping the four of them set the house up. putting decorations, setting the food and snacks out, prepping the music. tom insisted everything to be perfect and of course he was on your ass the most and tasked you with completely everything while bill, georg, and gustav basically had their work cut out for them.

thankfully, the three of them felt bad for you and volunteered to help, which led tom to scoff, roll his eyes and leave the room.

“i’m so sorry about tom, y/n, i don’t know why he’s acting like such a dick towards you,” bill sighs. never in his life has he ever seen his twin brother act like this. especially towards a gorgeous woman as yourself.

you were breathtaking, beautiful, and extremely humble about it. the completely opposite of who tom usually goes for in a woman anyway, maybe that’s why he doesn’t attain a certain liking for you?

doesn’t matter, your bill’s friend. not his. (but it would’ve been nice if you were his too)

“maybe he likes you,” georg chimes in, you almost choke on your breath as you attempt to blow up a balloon, “yeah right, he doesn’t even bat an eye towards me, “i don’t know y/n.. when you’re not looking.. tom’s looking right at you,” gustav adds to the delusions.

you on the other hand don’t inch a belief into their words. they’re most likely mocking you. that was until tom came back into the room to your assumptions, grab something, but he just looked at you for a moment, and then left.

rolling your eyes, you just continue to blow up the balloons. after knotting a tie into the rubber, you hit the blown up balloon to an open space in the room. looking up, you see the three of them just staring at you.

“what?” you ask grabbing a streamer, “did you NOT see that y/n?” georg asks back at you with gustav nodding, “i’m sure it was nothing, that stare of his just meant he was secretly judging me..” bill just looked as tom’s one-sided interaction sparked a banter between you and then georg and gustav.

why was his brother acting like this if he liked y/n?

his arm slinks around the girl. she’s shorter than him. and most definitely into him. you didn’t really care for other than the fact that he didn’t even try or matter of fact WANT to be friends with you.

that made you angry, you thought you were a good person. so what was it about you that made him utterly hate you? it’s even worse over the fact that he cannot simply act civil when you’re hanging out with the rest of the band.

clutching the glass in your hand, you finish the alcohol that had been watering down and mixing with the warming ice. you place the cup onto the table and stumble your way towards the couch.

the alcohol hit you a little more than it should’ve, but you didn’t care.

you spot bill, and smile in content. making your way, you plop yourself down on the empty spot next to him.

“hi y/n! wait—are you okay..?” he turns his body slightly to face yours that’s slumped into the cushions, tightly holding onto a pillow. “yeah, i just don’t understand why your brother is a total jerk! i mean he can talk to that blonde broad over there! not that she’s a broad—matter of fact, she’s gorgeous, and she’s done nothing to me.. fuck! bill, what’s wrong with me,” all you could do was rant. you were upset, angry, what more could the world want from you.

a warm embrace welcomes you. it was bill, he rubbed your back up and down and in attempt to comfort you. he himself is curious about his brother’s behaviour, and as your best friend, is willing to figure out why.

“there’s nothing wrong with you y/n, i think tom is just having trouble expressing himself towards you.. but if it makes you feel better, i can talk to him about it.” you never asked bill to do that even though you really did want to, afraid it would dispute something in between them and led to them fighting. you know how much bill valued his brother.

“oh thankyouthankyou bill, you’re the best! just tell me everything after okay??” giggling, your arms swing around bill to hug him closer to your body.

from across the room, a certain someone did not enjoy this.

“and that’s when i— tom??” the woman shouted his name as he walked away from her to head towards your direction. tom clenched his jaw as he made his way across the room, stopping in front of the couch where you and bill sat.

a tap was on your shoulder, you were still hugging bill although he let go of you, still finding the comfort in your best friend. “hm? something wrong bill?” you look at him who’s looking up at something—or a certain someone, above you.

“what the hell do you want?” “get up.” “what?” “i said get up, y/n,” your face contorts. and although you did want a certain relationship with tom, yet again, in no way were you going to let him talk to you like this. “i don’t owe you anything,” “godfuckingdamnit y/n don’t make me do this,” “do what?” you scowl at him.

he sighs deeply, kneeling down to pick your body up, he takes you off the couch swiftly and drapes you over his shoulder. a harsh smack landed on your ass as you yelp, “t-tom!?” he jumps a bit to adjust your body on his, mostly for your comfort as his shoulder dug into your lower torso.

“i’m taking her off your hands, bye bill.” all bill could do was wave the two of you away, sitting there in shock. now he knows why he was acting that way towards you, smiling. he swirls the drink in his hand and takes a sip. a figure sits beside bill and drapes his arm across bill’s shoulder.

“hey,” “hi,” “wanna makeout?” “hm, why not.”

walking up the stairs, your body doesn’t even attempt to fight back. your head was overwhelmed with millions of thoughts as to what the hell was happening right now and it ached from the way you were being carried.

entering a bedroom, tom closes and locks the door behind you to ensure nobody can enter. the music loud and blaring still escapes into the room. tom throws you softly onto the bed, your body bouncing a bit. in attempts to fix yourself to sit on it, you yell, “what the hell is wrong with you??”

ignoring you, tom joined you onto the bed and sat down, he wrestles you onto him to which you first attempted to fight back. but tom works out, and your lazy ass didn’t so we obviously know who won this battle.

tom has you laid across his thighs, your stomach flush to them. “think i didn’t see you flirt with my brother?” “huh? what’re you talking about?” tom whips his arm to land a smack on your ass, “don’t flirt with bill.” “OWwhatthefuck—first of all, i wasn’t even flirting with bill. second, why do you even care?”

smack. the impact of the second hit was even harder than the first one, which led you to wince and bit your lip to somehow soothe the pain.

he doesn’t even answer your questions, which led you to scoff out loud. tom inhales sharply at your small yet impactful reaction, “count.” “n-no—” “i said, count. or else i won’t be using my hands.” you gaze shifts a little more down towards his torso to see the belt that held up his jeans.

swallowing hard, another smack lands on your bum, “fuck, t-three..” “good girl.”

tom rubs circles after each hit he made. after caressing your ass for a moment, he pinches at the hem of your body con dress that hugs your curves quite perfectly in my opinion. “can i lift it?”

you knew there was no use in saying no. because despite this whole facade going on, you wanted this. he wanted this. it was a mutual thing, so you just nodded at him to see him smile. and god, was he just fucking attractive.

yet again tom spanks the flesh to watch it rivet. two bright red spots showing up to reveal how inflamed and sensitive your bum was getting with each hit, “schatz,” “f-fi—i mean, four..” a heavy sigh was heard from above you. you hid your face in embarrassment between your hands until you heard the buckling of a belt being removed.

“t-tom, please..” you whimpered while shaking your head. you knew of the impact of a belt and how hard it would hurt. not that you had any experience in such, it was just common sense y’know? “i know, i know, just but two or three and then i won’t do it anymore, that okay? will you let me do that?”

his words were so enticing, and laced with sweetness that had you swooning. never in your life had you thought you would’ve felt something for tom. you assumed that until the end of time, he would be your sworn enemy.

but an enemy wouldn’t have you bent over his lap and with your ass bare to spank you, would he?

with a whip, tom cracked his belt onto your butt. the sense of leather hitting you way harder than his hand would’ve, you cried into the bed as you gripped onto the bed, “five… t-that’s five,” “well done schatzi, you’re doing so good f’me.. now a few more okay?”

“thank you,” tom hands you a water bottle to drink after engaging in such, indecent acts.. standing near the edge of the bed, you sigh at how awkward he looks above you and pat down at the spot beside you. you weren’t sitting by the way, in no way in hell were you going to after tom had assaulted your butt cheeks, promising that after every hit he would stop, he hit about 20-25 times before you really couldn’t take it anymore.

they sting so bad you probably wouldn’t be able to sit or wear anything tight for a while.

“what’s with the silence? just ten minutes ago you had me on your lap, spanking me,” you joke to lighten the mood. “i’m so sorry y/n, i don’t know what came over me.” as you take another sip, you hand tom the water bottle for him to place on the bedside table.

“no biggie, it kinda gave me closure to find out that you didn’t hate me, i mean, who the hell would spank someone they hate? now THAT’s some real kinky shit,” “but i never hated you,” “well—excuse me for thinking that i did because whenever we interacted YOU were the one being an asshole. not me,” tom blinked feverishly, a little aloof as to not know what to say.

“yeah, that was my bad.. i just, didn’t know if i ever told you that you would like me back, so i shunned you away,” “oh my god tom, that’s not how liking someone works. you pulling that shit, assuming that the person you’re doing it to will make them think you like them; works the complete opposite! me for example!” “that’s what georg and gustav told me to do..” you looked at him in shock.

now why the hell would they set him up like that?

“are you serious??” you ask, “u-uh.. yeah..” “those little—y’know what, they will be dealt with later. but for your information tom, that whole asshole act that you had going on, doesn’t work with me,” “i’m realizing that now, sorry y/n,” “s’okay, the spanking bit was hot. might ask you to do it again. haha,” your joke was able to make tom blush a bit.

he’s never done or acted that way before with anyone.

he rubs the back of his neck, slightly chuckling, “well.. i hope it’s okay now that i have you to show me the ropes, yea?” “i basically HAVE to, but first, you’re taking care of me because look at the state you left me in, then we can discuss this whole ‘liking’ and potential dating thing..”

he turns to look at the sight beside him, your dress was still pulled over your lower body. your ass was always puffy, but it was swollen puffy with a tint of pink to it. tom had left to not only grab a water bottle but aloe vera to rub onto the skin to soothe the redness and irritation.

he plants a kiss onto your cheek, “my responsibility now.”

[avatar-anna]

Baby Mine

or just young dadrry being a dad

Young Dad! Harry x Young Mom! Reader

Reality struck Harry in the face when he realized Y/n was showing.

The text he got from Y/n saying she was pregnant? Mind-blowing, but also a little surreal. The conversations he had with his parents and management? An out of body experience. But seeing Y/n with a baby bump for the first time, with his baby? His knees nearly buckled from the stark realization that this was actually happening.

He was going to be a dad.

It was a terrifying thought. Harry was still a kid himself—in all the ways that mattered, anyway. He played video games with his mates, he stayed out late on the weekends, and it felt like just yesterday that he'd gotten his driver's license. He could barely successfully cook pasta, let alone take care of his own child.

And Y/n, the girl he'd only known for a short couple months. The girl he really liked to the point where he still talked to her even after his trip to LA was over, she was here with him, on tour, walking around in his hotel room in one of his t-shirts, her stomach stretching the soft material just enough to be noticeable.

"I thought we could have dinner together," she said, coming over to where Harry was still holding vigil by the door. "I was craving Mexican and I remembered you saying you liked tacos, so I did a little exploring, and voila."

His eyes darted over Y/n's shoulder, and there were in fact various Mexican dishes wrapped up in foil packaging. It smelled good too, but it wasn't quite enough to pull Harry from his stupor.

"I...I'm meeting someone. The boys. For dinner," he said.

It wasn't quite enough to pull his head out of his ass apparently, either.

"Oh."

Y/n blushed, her gaze flickering away from his. Harry felt like a dick, especially since it wasn't true. But he freaked out. He was freaking out. Playing house—or hotel—with a girl he barely knew and pretending it was perfectly normal for them to prepare to have a baby together was too much. All of a sudden, it was all too much.

"Have—Have fun, then. I'll probably head back to my room, I guess."

It was painfully awkward, but Harry didn't know how to make it better. So, like the grown adult he wasn't, he mumbled a reply and skirted around Y/n to set his duffle bag down before mumbling his goodbyes and leaving again.

He was gone for maybe an hour. While he was gone, he walked around aimlessly, letting himself get lost in an unfamiliar city. And in all that walking, he gave himself time to think.

Harry knew he'd been an ass. Y/n hadn't done anything wrong, and knowing that he disappointed her made him upset. Because the truth was, he really liked her. She shared his stupid sense of humor, she liked the music he liked, she had a cute little birthmark on her right shoulder that Harry couldn't help but feel compelled to kiss whenever he saw it. She was beautiful and smart and outgoing.

And now she was having his baby.

They were both to blame for that. Both of them had been careless that particular night, but Y/n had been clear to Harry when she told him about her being pregnant. "I want to have it, but I'm also not going to force you to have it with me," she'd told him when they eventually had a phone conversation. "I don't, like, expect anything from you, but I just didn't think it would be right if I kept this a secret from you."

"How did your parents take it?" Harry had asked because her voice contained a steely nerve that was deflecting non-existent judgement.

"Not great, but they'll come around. Eventually. I hope."

She'd said the last part so quietly, as if she wasn't truly sure her parents would actually accept the fact that their daughter was pregnant.

"I want to help," he blurted.

Y/n had looked at him with wide eyes, and a pang of guilt lanced through him at her surprise. She'd genuinely thought he'd leave her high and dry.

"Help?"

"I—I want to be a part of this, or help you raise it—the baby. I want to help. Like we're a team—Not a team. Like a—"

"A team. I like that."

Harry had been glad to be put out of his misery, though to his credit, he never imagined ever having this conversation, and he at least hadn't cried yet.

"You do?"

"Yeah. I think family is too much right now," Y/n said. "But a team...a team looks out for each other. Makes each other better."

So they were a team, though clearly Harry had been dropping the ball recently.

He was just...scared. Terrified. But he could only imagine what Y/n was thinking, how she was feeling. Since she'd joined him on tour, they talked about everything but the baby. Whether that was conscious or subconscious on either of their parts, Harry wasn't sure, but he knew they couldn't skirt around the subject forever. When he first told his mum about Y/n being pregnant, Harry insisted that he could do this, that he was grown enough to raise a baby. He wasn't exactly sure how true that statement was, but one thing he did know was that he could do much better than he was now.

When he got back to the hotel, Y/n was spread out along the plush sofa, eyes closed and arm resting idly on her belly. Harry wasn't so scared at seeing the bump this time around. In fact, a part of him was a little excited.

Y/n startled a little when Harry knelt by her side, her eyes bleary and a little red. "Sorry. I was gonna go, but I sat down for a moment and—"

"Nothing to be sorry for," Harry interrupted. "I'm sorry, actually. I was kind of an ass earlier."

Shaking her head, she said, "We don't owe each other anything. It's not like we're—"

"But I want to. I know things have been a little awkward, but I like you, Y/n. A lot. That hasn't changed."

"Really?" Y/n asked, and Harry felt bad when she sounded so unsure.

"Really. We...obviously didn't expect this to happen, but I want this. With you. Even if we are a little young and out of our depth here."

Y/n laughed. "Try a lot."

Harry grinned, resting his hand over hers where she was still holding her belly. "But we'll learn. Together. We're a team, right?"

Her eyes softened then. She ran a hand through his curls, the touch delicate but comforting, and Harry couldn't help but lean into her touch. "Yeah. We're a team."

They stayed like that for a minute, maybe two, but Harry eventually straightened, his grin widening as he said, "Right then. We should welcome the newest member of our team, shouldn't we?"

Y/n giggled as Harry shuffled around until he was face to face with Y/n's stomach. He lifted her shirt gently, his breath catching when he saw the baby bump up close.

"Hello there...baby. I'm Harry. Your dad," he said, only feeling a little silly. "You don't have a name yet, but I just wanted you to know that I love you, and your mum loves you, and even though we're a little on the young side, we're gonna take care of you the best we can. And so will your uncles."

"That was sweet, H," Y/n said, her fingers tracing the side of his cheek. "And...I do have a name in mind."

"You do? I didn't know that."

Y/n gave him a smile that felt like she was teasing him. "Because I'm telling you now. I've been testing it out in my head for a few days."

If Harry thought the baby bump made all of this real, talking about potential names would definitely do that. But whether he was ready or not, this was happening.

"Alright. Hit me with it."

A small smile creeped onto Y/n's face. "Simone."

"Simone," Harry repeated, trying it out for himself. "How'd you land on Simone?"

Y/n shrugged casually, but Harry knew that she put thought into it, that this name meant something to her. "It's pretty, and, I don't know, we talked about Nina Simone on our first date. It seemed right."

Thinking about their first proper date gave Harry butterflies. He remembered how nervous he was to go out with Y/n, spending an embarrassing amount of time picking out the right clothes and fixing his hair. But when he actually met her at the spot they agreed on, all his nerves went away, and he spent the whole date marveling at the fact that he was on a date with Y/n and all the things they had in common and how he didn't want it to end.

"It's perfect," Harry agreed, then bent his head to kiss Y/n's belly. "Hi, Simone. I can't wait to meet you."

A few months later

"Do you want to hold her?"

Y/n was in her hospital bed, hair hanging limp around her shoulders. She looked tired beyond belief, but she was smiling brightly at Harry as she held a little bundle of blankets, one of which was his mother's handiwork, Harry realized.

He found himself nodding, and before he was maybe ready, Y/n passed the baby over to him, and he was holding her. His daughter.

Harry looked down, a swirl of emotions squeezing his heart. She was asleep, the world's tiniest hand pressed against her cheek while she took deep breaths. Logically, he knew she didn't have any distinguishable features yet, but Harry felt like he could see himself and Y/n in her. Just gazing at her little face, he felt like he could see the next fifteen years playing out—the first words and steps, seeing Y/n holding her backstage, recitals and sports games, school projects, first loves, all of it.

An overwhelming feeling Harry couldn't name washed over him. It brought tears to his eyes as he realized just how much he loved her, how much he was willing to bend over backwards and protect her. And when he was able to break away from looking at her for a second, he found Y/n's gaze and saw the same look in her eyes, and one of understanding too.

Harry looked back down at his daughter, that overwhelming feeling rushing through him again, and for a moment, he wondered if that would ever go away. He wasn't sure he wanted it to.

"Hi baby," he whispered. Bending his head down, he kissed her forehead. "Hi, Simone. Welcome to our little family."

He knew Y/n was listening, but he didn't mind. It felt right that it was just the three of them sharing this little moment before everyone else flooded in to see the baby.

"We're a little unconventional as far as families go, and you'll probably have a different childhood than other kids," he said, not caring that Simone couldn't hear or understand him. He needed to say it. "But I'll love you with all my heart, and so will your mummy. You'll want for nothing because we'll give you the world, but you might have to be a little patient with us because we're new to the parenting thing.

"But I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy," he continued, his voice breaking. "I'll never let you feel unloved. I'll change your nappies and wipe your tears and make you smile. I'll be the best daddy for you. I promise."

Harry didn't know what the future held, but that he was sure of. He'd been scared and anxious the last few months, but now that he was standing in a hospital room holding his newborn daughter, he didn't want to give her, or Y/n, anything less than what they deserved.

Years later

"Dad, you're squeezing too hard."

"I don't care. My baby's abandoning me."

"I'm going to college!"

"That's what I said, isn't it?"

Simone began to squirm, but Harry still wouldn't let up. He was currently in the process of blinking back tears, and didn't want her to notice when he eventually did pull away.

"I'll be back for Fall Break," she said quietly, giving into the hug and squeezing Harry tight.

Harry took a deep breath and let go, even though he wasn't exactly ready to. Mustering a smile, he said, "I know. I'm just going to miss you. You're my baby."

Simone didn't balk or roll her eyes or contradict him, she just gripped the straps of her backpack as she gave him a wobbly smile. "You have plenty of babies to take care of at home."

Harry grinned and looked behind him where Y/n was keeping watch over the rest of the Styles family, though none of them were really babies anymore.

Looking back at Simone, he said, "Behave yourself, okay? Don't do anything Uncle Louis would do. And no boys for at least a month, please?"

Simone did roll her eyes then. "Sure, Dad."

That wasn't totally convincing, but he knew it was the best he was going to get. Harry pulled Simone in for one last hug, memories of the last eighteen years playing in his mind like a fast forward reel. Part of him couldn't believe he was already dropping Simone off for her first year of college, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to let her go. When he looked at her, he could still see the little baby he held for the first time, the one he promised to protect and do his best to raise. He hoped he fulfilled that promise.

"I love you, bug. Call me if you need anything. Any time, any place, you call me, okay?"

Tears appeared in Simone's eyes as she nodded. When Harry was ready, he finally stepped back and walked back toward Y/n and the rest of his family. As everyone got in the car Simone watched, waving to her siblings from the curb until Harry eventually peeled out of his spot, feeling like he was leaving part of his heart behind.

"Can we get something to eat?"

"In-N-Out!"

"There's no In-N-Out here!"

"A burger does sound good."

"Skip the song, please!"

"Play One Direction!"

Harry smiled as he shared a look with Y/n. He already missed Simone, but he knew she would be okay. And he found that it was easier—not by a lot but easier—to miss someone when there were five other babies, who weren't really babies anymore, to look after.

[yeagerfate]

YELLOW MORNINGS

Summary: Your parents make you ride on the bus on the first day at your new highschool. You soon realize that this bus is full of both kids you’re scared of and want to be friends with. Who’s on it, and what are they like? + Headcanons on what they’re like in school.

Warnings: None. This is fluff and slight crack! Also, reader is a minor in this and Miguel’s is platonic since he’s a grown ass adult and reader’s 15. (Every other character in this is assumed to be either 15 or 16.) Additionally, the sketchbook thing mentioned in Miles’ is a true story. That actually happened at my school LMFAO

Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Miles Morales (Earth-1610), Hobie Brown, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar, and Gabriela O’Hara gets her own little feature in Miguel’s.

Notes: I’m a bit nervous for how this’ll go, but I’m excited for its reception, since I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone write this before. Anyways, thank you guys so much for all the love on my posts. From the bottom of my heart it means so so much to me. I have always loved writing, but it’s a hobby I’m really shy about. Your support really helps me come out of my shell more, which is greatly appreciated. You all are awesome and I love being in this fandom so much. It is so so much fun!

MIGUEL O’HARA

is the angry bus driver that beeps at you four times despite you walking towards the bus in his direct line of sight. He says “good morning” to you in a gruff, tired voice and tells you to just sit down and not cause trouble. As you walk in the aisle of the bus, you can see his daughter in the front seat right behind his, wearing the school uniform for the private elementary school down the street from your high school. She’s sipping on apple juice while holding a bag of chocolate chip mini muffins, staring out the window blankly. When he drops you off at the high school, he tells you to stay out of trouble. The questioning look you give him makes him sigh exasperatedly before telling you to have a good day. Maybe he isn’t so bad?

MILES MORALES

Is staring at the black sketchbook in his hands thoughtfully before he makes eye contact with you. He smiles politely and waves at you, but doesn’t say anything else. When you sit with him, he places the sketchbook on his lap and asks your name. He seems grateful for your presence and tells you it’s been ages since someone new has been assigned to this particular bus. Suddenly, he asks you for your schedule, and is elated when he sees you have biology class together. Though, he lets out a pitiful sigh when he sees who you have for Algebra II. “Good luck with her,” Miles says. “She took away my sketchbook last year because she thought it was a phone.” Miles is always asking you to go to his basketball games on the weekends. He’ll even give you his jersey to wear to cheer him on. Also, if you ever need help on homework, he’s your guy. Especially if it’s math related.

HOBIE BROWN

Has his expensive looking Sony headphones on, and his foot is bouncing to the beat of the song he’s listening to. He nods at you, and waves you over once he sees that all the other seats are taken. You are taken aback by his eccentric fashion style. He asks if you’re new. When you say yes, he tells you which teachers to specifically avoid. The next day, he brings in his earbuds so you both can listen to his music. Hobie is always snacking on the bus, and makes sure to bring you some food too, even if you already have some. Gets yelled at by Miguel for not sitting in his seat (He’s just tall. He does sit.) Even though he’s pretty much always a respectful student, he repeatedly arrives on the bus with detention slips for shadow boxing. Also got suspended for a week for piercing people’s noses in the bathrooms during third period. Oh well!

GWEN STACY

Is quietly scrolling on her phone before she makes eye contact with you. She’s the only other girl in the back of the bus, so you decide to sit with her. Gwen seems shy, so you are the one to make conversation. You quickly find out that she’s a catcher on the softball team and is in a band with Hobie, the kid in the seat next to yours. Gwen informs you of all of the school’s drama from the year before, including the time she got an ISS for giving girls ibuprofen for their period cramps. Regardless of this, she tells you, “I still have it in my bag. If you need it, just ask.” She also sends you the quizlets she makes for the Spanish class you have together. Frequently, Gwen gives you gum, but it is a silent exchange as to prevent the other students from asking for it as well. She is a very generous person.

PAVITR PRABHAKAR

Is fiddling with his bright school bag before he insists that you sit with him. He is a talker, and tells you all about himself. He urges you to join theatre for the winter musical, which is apparently “The best school event of the year!”. Pavitr is very involved with the school, and is the president of the theatre club, the secretary of the choir club, and is starting a culture club this year. He tells you to sit with him at lunch kindly. Though, his pleasant rant is interrupted when he tells you to avoid the lunch lady whose name is Linda. His reasoning is that, “She argued with me over chai tea.” which you laugh boisterously at. Although Pavitr has a somewhat ingenuous spirit, he forges your mother’s signature on a detention slip you got for going to the bathroom despite your English teacher’s hard “No.” He’s always going out of his way to help you!

WHAT IS IT LIKE TO BE FRIENDS WITH THEM?

Miles is known as one of the best players on the basketball team. Even though he doesn’t bounce it in the hallways, teachers are always telling him to put the basketball in his hands away, which irritates him to no end. Although teachers adore him, they always have to tell him to turn his phone off because it’s always buzzing from Snapchat notifications. He trades food with people at lunch and is on the Robotics team. Miles is one of the only two in the friend group who hasn’t gotten a detention. Is the only boy in your P.E. class who doesn’t treat it like the olympics and makes sure everyone has a good time. Cried once on FaceTime with you because out of stress he drew a dick on his AP Calc packet and forgot to erase it before turning it in. Unironically, Miles will play mermaids with you in the pool.

Hobie has both girls and boys fawning over him all the time, and people are constantly asking for his number. Never pays attention in class but passes. Hobie’s a “C’s get degrees” type of person, regardless of how well he does in school. For school spirit week, instead of bringing a backpack, he brings a Walmart shopping cart. Makes people laugh in class, but does it respectfully to not piss off the teacher. Teachers get sick of how often you pair up with each other for group projects but he tells them you’re a package deal and that you can’t be separated. Once you get your driver’s license, you make him check your parking jobs. He proceeds to ask you who gave you your license. Grew from 5’9 to 6’5 in the span of a school year and was always asking when second lunch was.

Gwen wasn’t on the bus last year, so she was introduced to the friend group because of her role on the theatre’s stage crew. It’s how she met Pavitr, who played the leading role in the Spring musical. To her dismay, her hydro-flask always falls off her desk, which makes such a loud clang she almost cries. Gwen’s locker is messy, with little magnets all over it. Has the best handwriting you’ve ever seen. Says random Disney bully quotes like, “I’ll kick you into next week if ya don’t give me your lunch!” when she sees you in the hallway. When she gets partnered up with you for a lab, she makes sure you finish before everyone else so you can just chill. Gwen always gets you a snack at the vending machine before any class you have together. She paints your nails in the back of the class.

Pavitr is a straight A student. People think he’s stuck in 2016 because he still wears those bands that you slap on your wrist. Gives people haircuts during break time, and wants to become a hairdresser when he’s older. During a fire drill he got yelled at because he stopped, dropped, and rolled for no reason. Tears fall from his eyes frequently because he holds in coughs in class. Jokingly put in a quote from the Lorax for his senior quote when he was on the yearbook team but forgot to take it out. His senior quote is, “Let it grow.” Pav fake falls in class but nobody suspects a thing because they think he’s innocent. He screamed with you when he saw a spider. Gets out of getting in trouble for being late because he got everyone Starbucks. (He got you a cake pop)

[migitsukkie]

POMEGRANATE NOIR— MICHAEL KAISER x FEM READER (Part 1)

A/N: This time, I’m gonna try and do something more spicy ‘cause the hell not lol. This one’s going to have some other parts so if you want me to continue, please tell me so! I really want to hear some feedbacks. Sorry in advance for the typos and wrong grammars, dear crumpets 𝜗𝜚

tags and tw: Enemies with Benefits, Explicit Language, Established relationship, Smut soon, Enemies to Lovers (probably), English is not my first language, tension, Part one of ?

Summary: You and Kaiser go way back before he even got into Bastard München. A family friend in fact though both of them just didn’t get along well. Even in family gatherings, you two could be heard arguing and fighting over small things. Now that they are grown, matured adults— nothing changes except the fact that they would call each other in midst of a crisis. However, help comes with a price.

Having to be called over by Kaiser is not rare but it’s often when night comes. You— wearing the hoodie of the guy you slept with earlier in the morning with the scent of hotel shampoo reeking all over your body while hiding the bite marks you told that guy from the bar to not leave, enters Kaiser’s penthouse. Seeing that only his towel covers his body, you couldn’t help but roll her eyes before lounging down his sofa

"Stop calling me when I’m in the middle of having sex, asshole."

Kaiser's jaw clenches at the smell lingering around you— unintentionally making him frown and grit his teeth. But he's good at masking his annoyance, so he acts as if it didn't bother him at all. Letting out an irritated sigh, he then walked over your direction while ruffling his damp hair with his gaze going over to your hoodie as he sat down on the armchair nearest to you.

"And I don't want you smelling like some random man when you're with me."

He bluntly said, his eyes boring into yours.

"Oh piss off, Kaiser."

How and Why does Kaiser care? You know that you reek of sex and cheap shampoo, you were clearly aware. But for Kaiser to complain? Do you care? No. Obviously. Ruffling his still damp hair, his eyes were like eagles, seeing the fresh marks on your neck. Oh how he can feel his veins throbbing just from the thought of it. Not that you would complain if you would see scratch marks and hickeys on his back with his other whores.

Fixing yourself on the sofa, you then looked at Kaiser who was eyeing on you. Heck, glare should you say. Scrunching your eyebrows together, you couldn’t help but feel a bit ticked off with how Kaiser is acting

"Stop meddling for fuck’s s—"

He leans down, his elbows resting on his thighs. His eyes slowly roam all over you, his annoyance not once leaving his gaze. A low scoff falls from his mouth when you spoke, before he suddenly reached for your feet and pulled you in, making you sit on his lap.

"Finish that sentence, I dare you."

He warned in a low yet commanding tone. The way your hair clings on your face, the marks that pepper your neck—all the small little details he could not take notice of.

Yelping at his sudden actions, Y/N is now sitting on this bastard’s lap. The audacity. These two really don’t get along well despite sleeping with each other like animals in heat. They had no place to even get jealous, they’re just using each other for pleasure. That’s their agreement. Though Kaiser is the one who always breaks their consensus, sometimes you two are too angry to even notice it.

The smell of his shampoo— pomegranate noir, it’s that usual scent you would take a waft of when you meet Kaiser.

It’s the scent he wants to smell when you go out of his penthouse.

And now that you’re sitting on his lap, Kaiser couldn’t help but scoff with the smell of the cheap ass shampoo you used in the hotel you went to. Hearing his challenge, you couldn’t help but lift your chin up before talking in a hissy manner.

"Stop. Meddling. Assh—Ghk! You…!"

And just like that you snapped his already strained control. His expression twisted in a mix of annoyance, anger, and a hint of possessiveness.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, while his other hand roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him and meet his gaze. He gritted his teeth, his hand gripping your chin tightly that it will undeniably leave a mark afterwards.

"Keep talking like that and I'll shut that mouth of yours with mine."

He said in a low, threatening tone.

Oh how you fucked up so bad.

—𝜗𝜚.

[arc-misadventures]

Of Lego, And Men

Weiss: Jaune still plays with lego.

Bleiss: What?! The guys a grown ass adult, and he still plays with legos? The fuck is with him?

Weiss: Told you he was such an immature child. Can't believe he tried to flirt with me.

Bleiss: He tried to what?!

Weiss: He tried to flirt with me. It was terrible.

Bleiss: Motherfuck! That bastard son of a bitch thinks he can flirt with my sister?! Where is he, I'm gonna shove my heel so far up his ass it will poke through his skull!

Weiss: Yeah, go get him sister!

~~~

Bleiss: ARC!

Jaune: Ahh?! Oh... Hey, Bleiss, need something?

Bleiss: Heard you tried to flirt with my sister dumbass! Trying to seduce her with fucking legos.

Jaune: Hey! Lego is really fun to play with. I mean, you can build so many thing with them! There are so many interesting bricks that you could make anything with them. I mean, look at what I made! Can a kid make something like this?

Bleiss: What are you gonna show me? Some sort of kiddy… castle...?

Jaune: See! Look at the things I can create with lego! You think this was easy? It took me weeks to design: To properly place all the bricks so they fit nicely, to rebuilt the same part over, and over again to make sure it looked correct! to give it a proper human shape, and design, to make sure all the armour, and weapon attachments looked proper, and functional. To give it a soul of its own! If you can't see that then.. then you're just jealous because you've never played with lego before, and that's just sad.

Bleiss: ...

Bleiss: Y-You built this...?

Jaune: Yeah, and I'm proud of what I was able to create. You got a problem with that?!

Bleiss: ...

Bleiss: I'm gonna fuck you so hard, so long, and so good it will make an experienced succubus look like a blushing school girl virgin~!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Excuse me what...?

[piratefishmama]

Beware The Thorns | Part 1

(a NSFW multi-part ficlet)

“Who was that Eds?”

“Mind your business, shithead” Eddie pocketed his phone, he recognised the number the moment it flashed up on his work phone, a device he always had on him regardless of where he was, he could be at a FUNERAL, and he’d have that phone on him.

In this instance however, it was merely a family dinner. Well… family and the Henderson’s, so yeah. Family. He’d excused himself upstairs and answered as soon as he was out of earshot.

Evidently, he’d been followed.

“I heard you say you loved them… are you seeing someone?” Eddie tried really hard to not be insulted by his tone, a weird mixture of disturbed amazement, with just a dash of disbelief for flavour. Was it that much of a stretch to see him dating someone?

Was it that unbelievable to the person he’d practically grown up with, that he could find someone who’d like him?

Maybe it was. Didn’t mean he had to like it; his job had kept him away from actually… dating anyone.

“Maybe I am, again, mind your damn business.” Of course they didn’t know what he was, what he did to earn his money, he’d spun some lie years ago about an online business because ‘rockstar’ had to… actually have evidence, he had an actual legitimate website to keep the lie going, nothing ever really went through it, but… it worked to keep the questions at bay.

Nobody asked, and he didn’t tell, he was a grown ass adult, he didn’t NEED to tell anyone.

Dustin sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat, good… he’d have never gotten anything out of him anyway “fine, fine don’t tell me… don’t tell meee, your only brother.”

“We’re not even relat—”

“The best man at your future wedding.”

“Since when was I getting marri—”

“The Wan Kenobi to your Obi.”

“What the—”

“I am happy for you though, the both of you! I hope you’ll bring him home someday, I’m sure we’d all like to meet him” Eddie’s eyes widened… he’d never… fuck … he’d never said anyth— “What, you think you’re all crafty? C’mon Eddie, you can’t even sit normally.”

“The fuck has that got to do with anything?!”

“Y’know… gay people… they can’t sit properly… in chairs…? Is that wrong?” at least that proved that Dustin could be uncertain about some things.

“You’ve been on that stupid app again, haven’t you?” He had the decency to look guilty at the very least. “The fuck have I told you?”

“It’s dumb and addictive and I should stop, BUT IT’S HELPING ME LEARN!”

“It’s filling your head with bullshit! Fine, I’m gay, what the fuck ever. Go back downstairs for the love of all that is holy, and just give me a minute to process that you’ve been theorising my sexuality based on how I sit, and don’t you DARE tell anyone.”

“Oh, c’mon Eddie! You’re old enough to come out now, you have your own place, your own business! Plus, we all love you, no judgement here, this is a judgy free zone.”

“I will rip out your larynx and shove it up your ass if you even THINK of telling them.”

“But… how will you know if i’m thi—okay I won’t say anything, i wouldn't say anything. Not my place.” Eddie had levelled him with a look, a single, rage squint look, a look which promised imminent pain if he did not take his nosy ass and remove it from his presence, and he’d accepted that look for what it was. A promise.

Not just a threat.

“I’m gonna have to go early, my… my boyfriend, will be home tonight, the ridiculous idiot never has food in so I’m gonna go sort that out.”

“You’re buying his food for him? Eddie… that’s… he’s not just using you for money is he cause that’s really bad.”

“No dumbass, he’ll give it me back.”

“Right away?”

“YES, right away.”

“Not just promises he doesn’t intend to keep?”

“Dustin, I will brutally murder each and every one of your characters in graphic detail within five minutes of every campaign for the next year if you do not—”

“Okay!” Hands up in surrender, Dustin took a step backwards, a threat to his precious characters was no laughing matter, even if Eddie would struggle to make that kind of threat happen, the risk was there! He still had to ask “is… is he good though?” Of course, Eddie could threaten all he liked.

Dustin was his little brother, or as good as! It was his job to be insufferable.

The question however, made him think, he could pick any of them, any one of his clients to mould this imaginary boyfriend from, maybe mix and match, bring him to life from attributes of all of them, that’d be fine right? Nobody but Dustin really knew he was dating so… he wouldn’t be introducing them to him.

Perfectly coiffed brown hair… a warm smile… big, strong hands, a constellation of pretty moles dotted in places Eddie knew far too well. There was no amalgamation of faces, no mixture of personalities to make the perfect one, just a soft smile, warm hands, broad shoulders, muscle, and perfectly soft, thick brown hair… his favourite.

“Yeah… he’s… he’s great, Dustin… you’d like him” big strong softie he was, and it was so easy falling into the role of his boyfriend too, he’d been paying for that package for what felt like forever, he felt like he knew the man inside and out, like the back of his own hand.

He was the only one to have paid for that package continuously for over more than a few months, even Hagan only paid for it every now and then, never continuously. He thought Steve would have gotten tired of him by now but… It’d been two years.

Some people expected MARRIAGE after two years in a relationship.

Steve Harrington seemed to want him more and more by the day and the surprising thing, was that the thought didn’t invoke the same level of panic that he were SURE it would if anyone else were to have those wants, those needs of him.

He felt… comfortable with Steve, safe with him. Like he could show hints of himself, the real himself without the fear of losing him, of putting him off.

“You look so dopey smiling like that, y’know? You must really like him, huh?” He’d been smiling? Fuck… “Well… anyone who can make you smile like that just thinking about him is alright by me, I’ll cover for you, you can go sort his food out if you want.”

This was fine… totally completely fine. Would be better if Dustin could actually keep his mouth shut but alas. Dustin had a history of foot in mouthisms that'd gotten them into trouble after trouble after trouble years on the trot.

Eddie probably shouldn't have continued to tell him stuff, but that was his little brother so. He had to.

“Uh… yeah… yeah I like him. Thanks, I’ll… grab my coat, just tell em I feel sick or somethin so I’m goin home” he didn’t say goodbye, Dustin probably did that for him, just grabbed his coat and snuck out like he used to do as a teenager when he simply couldn’t be bothered dealing with his fathers drunk ranting about queers being put in cages.

He did have to come to one very unfortunate conclusion after that conversation though. After seeing Steve instead of a mishmash of faces, after being unable to put a random face to the title and spin it as truth.

Feelings were there. Real feelings. The mushy shit. The wants for more that he couldn’t have. The Pretty Woman syndrome without the corny and frankly rushed happy ending.

It couldn’t continue anymore, what he had with Steve had to end. Feelings… real feelings… he couldn’t have real feelings for his clients. It put his whole career on the line, his way of life gone in an instant all because his heart had to go all gooey for someone who probably didn’t even give a real fuck about him.

This was fine.

After the evening was done… he’d end it, terminate their contract. It was for the best. Steve deserved better than him anyway.

Part 3

[cherrydipp]

hi guys heres my melvin dipp headcanons cuz i cant remember if i ever posted them. been accumulating them for a while now so ignore the poor quality its normally just me ranting whenever i had a thought

- originally tried out for the football but didn’t make it. instead, he joined the track team hence why ponyboy is his number 1 opp.

- brings up sergei whenever he can. “nobody even likes you melvin 😒😒” “SERGEI DOES. 😡” whenever he isn’t around he also accidentally mentions their inside jokes only to be met with pure silence while he laughs by himself… “ts wasnt even funny” “SERGEI IS THE ONYL 1 WHO GETS IT 😡😡😡😡”

- in modern day would be an ipad kid. blockblast brainrotted. bullies kids on fortnite squads gamechat. he tried to play COD but ended up crying when all the grown male adults bullied him in gamechat

- light freckles around his nose and cheeks (very few and VERY light)

- was gifted a pickup line book as a gag gift one year for his birthday… would use the cheesy lines on ace but SERIOUSLY. like hes leaning against the wall and mewwing just to say “if you were a fart, i’d clench you so hard to never let you go 😏” she stared at him in disgust.

- tagteams chet with sergei.

- more outgoing/extroverted but this isn’t necessarily a good thing.

- nevel papperman coded…

- MELVIN DIPP. i whole heartedly stand by melvin being trips younger brother. it’s the reason he tags along every now and then with the socs. seen by them sort of how steve sees ponyboy i’d assume like a tag-a-long. (Brie Leftwich is diaBOLICAL for leading people to believe melvin is chet’s little brother. that’s his OPP!)

- seth from superbad variant

- would have some weird fuck ass pet because his grandma doesn’t want fur everywhere. probably a bird or a gecko.

- melvin is actually dying to be like trip and his friends. he acts annoyed when his grandma makes him go out with trip (hands in pockets puffing out his cheeks WHY) but in reality he’s secretly excited. even if that means he’s just going to be either picked on or ignored the entire time.

- gumball waterson scream: full of voice cracks and high pitched yet hitting puberty scream

- trip when all he can see when he looks melvin is himself despite them being from different dads and looking nothijg alike. its his mannerisms and the way hes become to dependent on cigarettes to get him buzzed reminds trip of himself and alcohol 😴😴😴😴 sinilar bruises blooming over his ribs and cheeks a tell tale sign that hes been getting into fights he cant win 😴😴😴 worrying that the younger is gonna end up in the newspaper the next morning cuz hes digging himself a grave

- melvin has a lisp. he was born with it and did the public school speech classes which somewhat worked but his progress all went to waste cuz of his teeth. he had originally messed up teeth — not to bad but it was bad enough where he had to get it fixed. so when he got braces they literally FUCKED him over. being teased left and right by bob and the others, making fun of his mouth full of metal. not to mention his lisp was still lingering so it just added on. when he finally got them off, he thought he was free at last… little did he know he would have to wear a retainers at night so his teeth don’t revert back. HOWEVER. his grandma FORCES him to wear it ALL THE TIME cuz she’s so worried about all the money she put into those “pearly whites” going to waste. so he has a more noticeable lisp (than he already did because he had one growing up) because of the metal retainer. which, of course, the socs all poke fun at him for. especially when hes pissing them off.

chet: “melvin ‘thut’ the fuck up you ‘thupid’ bitch”

melvin: “😥”

- most definitely one of his weak points. he shuts up as soon as it’s mentioned and his ears/face turn red. FURROWING HIS EYEBROWS. this guy mad ash!!!

- alvin chipmunk variant

- kevin g variant

- gumball waterson variant

- xyler (cosmic earth trip) variant

- sergei and melvin = kurt and ram

- slightly fraser wrwwr coded… very very very slightly……..

- GREG HEFFLEY VARIANT.

- prefers math over reading. he doesn’t really have the attention span to sit around and read a whole novel or scan articles to find evidence. plus, the teacher’s lessons go by soooo slow. math just comes easy to him to the point where he doesn’t need to study and can still achieve a passing grade.

- his eyebrows are permanently furrowed. its so bad boy why do you always look mad as HELL. most of the time it’s pretty subtle but his go to reaction face is DISGUSTED. why are you so judgeMENTAL BOY.

- he would be team logan paul

- tends to jump/threaten greasers who are bigger than him. he thinks he’s tough — thinks he can take them all on his own without anyone’s help, but of course in the end he’s wrong. trip ends up searching around town to find him lying in the lot or in some dingey alley bruised with dried blood on his face. he doesn’t know exactly the reason why he always needs to fight. he just does. it’s an urge that he can’t sustain. maybe it’s to prove something about himself, or to relieve some stress, but glory even Melvin doesn’t know why he’s so reckless. doesn’t know why he ignored Trip’s stern demand to stay home, or why he runs into the rumble. afterward, however, trip checking on melvin after the rumble as he sleeps like peaking his head in and stuff too make sure hes alright 😴😴😴 he was the one to fix him up and tend to his wounds and had been not so silently freaking out the entire time, guilt for the situation coming out in his frustration as melvin continues to tell him he doesnt need help 😴😴😴

- sergei and melvin bromosexual they joke around like regular highschool boys.

- personally, i don’t think ace likes melvin back especially with the way tilly and melody make it out to be. it’s just like a teen boy crush (celebrity crush almost really in a sense), so he’s trying to hit her up and she just glares at him before turning away. he would definitely tell sergei about her though and how he finds her attractive.

- very set on ponyboy and melvin parallels. both on the track team, both strained relationship with their older brother, both no parents, etcetc. also both are CHRONIC smokers. but for different reasons. MELVIN IS NOT THE END OF THE CYCLE. (read dipp brothers lore in case you don’t know). sergei HATES when he smokes strictly because of the smell. it’s terrible and it always lingers on the blond’s clothing.

[saltedriceball]

How I imagine the Mystreet characters

Because they’re block-shaped in the show, but my 12 yr old ass imagined them as real people. 🕺

* I mainly kept up with Aphmau when I was 10-12 years old, I fully stopped watching after Mystreet 5 *

* I didn’t watch MCD 🙊 *

*this is mostly PDH (my fav, I was 12)*

Aphmau

It’s just Jess.

Kawaii Chan

Like average height

5’4” ish

Thick thighs save lives

Whole wardrobe is baby pink and white

Idk grown me thinks she was a cam girl (in Mystreet, not Phoenix Drop ✋)

And she made bank too

She’s not very athletic, but she’s just like blessed proportion-wise

Pale, but not as much as portrayed

Idk I always thought she’d actually be Japanese since she uses Japanese terms

Pin straight hair she curls only at the bottom

Like ribbon

Katelyn

Quite tall

5’9”ish

Muscular but in like a

~she’s a runner she’s a track star~

Type of way

She just looks athletic

Flat though

Paler than KC

Her hair is wavy-curly naturally

She kinda lets it just flow or it’s in a ponytail

Zane

Quite chubby

Idk how anyone watched that show and thought

*man who despises the outdoors, hates exercise, and enjoys sweet things*

“Must be tall and skinny”

The fan art I viewed in middle school legit surprised me.

He was definitely super duper skinny in high school

Adolescent metabolism and all

He is definitely like 5’8”

He is very pale

Does indeed burn almost immediately in the sun

Has an emo boy hair cut

Like Anthony from Smosh way back in the day

He also has piercings: lip, ears (multiple), septum, eyebrow)

Also has tattoos

Freckled, especially on his body

He has random scars from injuries growing up

Inflicted by his brothers

Mostly Garroth

Garroth

Muscular

But also quite chubby

Just kinda in the middle

Like 6’

Overall just a big guy

Just looks like he gives good hugs

He also has a beard

Not a big floofy one

But it’s there

He looks very Northern European idk

Has a lot of arm hair, and it’s very blond

So you don’t see it until up close

Also pale

And very freckled

Also wears a watch

And his outfit is the most average outfit for a man

Khaki shorts, a white tee, a plaid button up unbuttoned, a watch, and sneakers

This outfit could be spotted on an elementary schooler’s spring picture day

Or on my literal father 👨🏻

His hair is quite curly

Not in a spiral curl, but more of a wavy-curly way

Laurance

This man is brown imo

Very tall

Like 6’3”

Super skinny

To where he looks even taller than he is

Just built like that ya know

His hair is a pony tail as an adult

But it was in a Superman sort of curly situation in high achool

I get the vibe he likes being outside

Doesn’t work out, but loves a good hotgirlwalk

Aaron

A little more like the common fan art of 2016

Tall, but only like 5’10”

Absolute beefcake of a guy

But also like has some body fat

He is not rock hard, but you can see his muscles

I imagine he has thick thighs

Fat ass too

But that’s just how his body fat distributes, so like yeah he has visible abs

Idk that’s all I’ve got

There was enough consistent fanart in my atmosphere at the time that that’s how I imagine him

Dante

Never thought too hard about him

His hair is definitely curly

More than Garroths

He has especially big eyes

He’s like lean muscular

Just very average white guy

Like 5’11”

Looks young for his age

Michi

Absolute 2014 tumblr girly

Owns something with galaxy print

Very thin

With tig ole bitties

Wears thigh high socks, mini skirts, and tank tops with sweaters

Has the swoopy bangs of the era

Poses in up angle selfies like 🙂

So her head looks like a raindrop in the photo

Edits her ig photos to look more aesthetic

Teony

Tall

Girl next door

Well done, natural make up

Straightened hair

Smiling a lot

Even if it’s fake

Idk her character that well

Never thought too hard about it

But she’s like supermodel pretty

Ein

I only remember high school him

But he was like

Young guy skinny

Like you could see he had arm muscles in a tank top

In an old 5SOS type of way

His head is actually boxy shaped

Like 5’11”

White

Never thought too hard about adult Ein

Lucinda

White

Her hair is dyed with spells

It’s styled well, in a Jessica rabbit hairstyle

It’s curled

Body shaped like a coke bottle

Hourglass for days

She’s just hot

Gene

Hi why was this cast so white washed

White

His hair is not naturally black

It’s like medium brown

It’s also straight but he gets it permed

Wears eyeliner

Lots of bracelets and piercings

Tall guy like 6’1”

Cadenza

She spends a lot of money dying her hair that color

White

Tall like 5’10”

Her dress is floor length

And loose

Could command a room

Guy

Barbie doll

Hi Ken

Built like an upside down isosceles triangle

Muscular

Back muscles for days

Looks like he could do triathlons in Ancient Greece

Like 6’5”

This man is good to look at

Ivy

Michi but pink

Jeffory

The most golden retriever man you could imagine

Like 6’3”

Athletic muscular

Melissa

The most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen

Tall like 5’11”

Long legs

Nicole

Don’t know don’t care

Miscellaneous really

Wasn’t in the show enough

Reese

Nick Bean dyed pink

Vylad

Drake Bell in his Drake and Josh era precisely

No more no less

Except he always has a scarf even if it’s hot out

Sylvanna

Aphmau, tall

Zianna

Button nose

A really petite lady

Her hair is black but with gray sprinkled in

The most smiley lady you ever did see

Mother gothel if you breathed life back into her

Hot

Kai

Forgot about him for a sec

Ok gears turning

Tall

Very calm energy

Redhead

Idk he wasn’t that relevant for me

Jenny

Also in the 2014 tumblr girly category

But a little more Bethany Mota with it

A little less galaxy print

A little more Jennxpenn vibes

Wears hella eyeliner

Her outfit is black cutoff jean shorts, an oversized shirt so you can see her white tank top underneath

Her hair is naturally that light

Wears converse only

[artstennisracket]

How about something inspired by the song "Picture you" by chapel roan? Patrick jerking off in a sad, sloppy way after seeing Art's face on some like sport supplies/banners idk

you know how to speak to me because music is my ultimate muse. i hadn’t listened to this song on the album yet but it is very artrick coded. i hope you like it :)

cw: nsfw(18+), masturbation, dacryphillia(maybe? idk)

Honestly Patrick has given up trying to avoid Art and Tashi Donaldson. Art risen in the ranks of the tennis world since finishing at Stanford. It became apparent that Tashi becoming his coach had a big part to play in his success. It was no surprise that they got married shortly after that. They’ve been the ultimate tennis power couple ever since.

If it wasn’t tennis matches on TV, it was adidas commercials. If it wasn’t a billboard, it was a magazine ad. The truth of the matter is, Patrick can’t avoid them. More specifically, Art. He’s the one in all the things, everywhere. He is the athlete after all.

So Patrick shouldn’t be surprised when he walks into Dick’s to buy a new racket and the employee shows him a few different options.

“These are our best rackets.” The employee says, pointing to the only 3 rackets with Art’s face on it.

Now Patrick had been saving up for a while to get a new racket. He wanted to stop playing games and start actually playing tennis again. Real tennis. Not this bullshit he’s been doing these past years.

He still didn’t want to ask his parents for money or a seat on the board so settled for getting a job to somewhat fund his lifestyle. He became a barista at a local coffee shop and picked up shifts when he wasn’t playing tennis.

He wanted a good racket, one that would last him a long time. He wanted the best of the best, a Wilson Blade 98. Art Donaldson just so happens to be sponsored by Wilson. So who else would be the face of their pro tennis racket line?

Patrick follows the employee to the front register where he purchases his new Wilson racket that has Art’s face all over it.

He makes it back to his tiny show box apartment. It was all he could afford in this expensive ass city. He takes his shoes off and starts putting his stuff away.

He decides to take a shower. Afterwards he comes out the bathroom and closes the blinds in his rooms and lights his favorite candle. What he can’t like a little ambiance? There was also a lingering smell in his apartment since he took too long to take out the garbage today. He then lays down onto his bed. He’s staring up at the ceiling really contemplating his life. How different his life would’ve been if he listened to Tashi? If she never got injured that day? He thinks about that last part alot. He always wishes he was still in their lives.

Especially Art.

He was Art’s best friend for so long he forgot who he was before Art. They did everything together. And Patrick was in love with him from the day they met. That’s what made fighting over Tashi that much hotter (harder).

He looks over at the kitchen table, since his studio apartment is so tiny. That’s where he placed his new racket, Art’s face staring right back at him. Fuck why does he still look so good after all these years, if no better.

He looks so mature now, like a real adult. He’s completely grown into his adult muscular build thanks to all that tennis. He wasn’t the same scrawny shy blonde kid Patrick met over a decade ago now.

Patrick doesn’t think twice bringing his hand to his semi-hard dick, palming himself over his boxer briefs.

Fuck Art looks good. Really fucking good. Patrick closes his eyes to recall the last tennis match of Art’s he watched. It was on the tennis channel.

Art was wearing those short white tennis shorts and matching polo (thank you uniqlo) and he looked fucking delectable. Patrick would bend him over right on that tennis court in front of everyone, show them who Art really belongs too.

Patrick was full on touching himself now, jerking off at full pace. This is so fucked. Why is he jerking off to his childhood best friend?

Art has always looked good and this isn’t the first time Patrick’s jerked off to him and it probably won’t be the last. Patrick would do anything to see Art again, give himself another chance. He knows what him and Art had was real even if Art couldn’t see past his internalized homophobia at the time. Fuck, he wants to get on his knees and suck Art’s cock so bad, letting Art’s length hit the back of throat.

He wonders is Art still thinks of him, of the time they jerked off together. He wonders if Art thinks of him when he sleeps with Tashi. Or maybe when Tashi uses her strap on Art. Maybe she pulls his hair and asks who he’s really thinking about. And maybe he’d moan “Patrick” before even realizing what he’s saying.

Patrick feels the tears running down his face before his brain can register that he’s crying. He cums shortly after that but the tears don’t stop. He misses Art, he really does. He used to play tennis with Art in person, watch all Art’s matches in person. Now he has to settle for a TV screen. Just lurking from afar.

He feels like Art’s completely grown up and he doesn’t even know him anymore. He wonders if Art still thinks about him. Or if Art felt the same.

I guess he’ll never know.