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joshslater · 6 months ago

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Emergency Model

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"Excuse me, what's your shoe size?"

Bewildered I looked around to find the man who asked the random question, like out of that old episode of Monty Python. Off to the side, almost behind me, was a thirty-ish man in polo shirt, jeans, and glasses with plastic rims that looked purposefully selected to make him look like a film director or architect. He looked unsure or stressed. "Eight, eight and a half. Who's asking?"

Immediately he brightened up. "Hello. I'm Ben Atkinson, " he said and extended his hand. "We're making a photo shoot of the supplemental collection of sporting clothes," he continued without waiting for me to shake it. "It's all for the online shop, so simple stuff. White background, a few poses." Tentatively I shook his hand. "Pretty fast rotation of models. Unfortunately one of them has called in sick. You have the right look, but more importantly the right build and size."

"Uhum," I answered, sensing where this was going. It was a Saturday morning, and I was on my way to meet up with some friends at Wayland's Deli.

"This is quite sudden, but we are on a tight deadline. If you're willing to model for us I'll give you twice the normal rate."

"Ok," I said, not waiting to hear what the normal rate was. I'm sure Stuart would not stop giving me grief about it for the rest of the year, but I would technically be a photo model which wouldn't be a negative in Sarah's eyes. Turned out that it would also be double my monthly earnings as well, so maybe I could shut Stuart up as well.

We entered the building, which apparently was an office space that had been taken over for the day for the shoot. There were racks of clothes everywhere, lots of people with iPads tracking what item was where, who should wear it, and in what conference room they should shoot it. It was bustling with activity. After some exchange of information with Ben, and signing papers, I was handed over to a conference room turned makeup and styling studio. Most of the furniture was stacked in one corner and the floor was covered by transparent plastic that had been rolled out. To one side was a table with lots of makeup tools and bottles and stuff I wouldn't know how to use, except maybe the hand mirror and the scissors, and even that I'm not confident with. A pair of strong LED lamps on stands lit a chair placed at the center of the plastic.

"I'm Julia, pleased to meet you. So you are the last one," said the stylist, carefully surveying me and in particular my face and hair. "We're short on time, so we have to work quickly. Are you ok with a buzz cut and tight fade?" Not what I would have chosen, but it's starting to get warm outside and it's only hair. I'd be back to my current length after the summer. "Sure."

She seated me in the chair and began the work with a corded trimmer, and soon a flurry of detail work with smaller trimmers and some of her tools from the table. Probably took her about ten minutes for the haircut. Then some time with a straight razor blade and a tweezer to pluck and shave all over my face and then arms. I told her that this was all new to me, having literally just been picked from the street. She reassured me that there wasn't much to it. Just be no-nonsense about it. Take whatever the stylist decides, change clothes quickly, do the poses the photographer asks for, and repeat.

"All done," she said and handed me the hand mirror as if I had any say in this. I looked so different than just moments before. The hair was shorter than I've ever had it, with a razor sharp fringe line. The fade on the sides was basically just an inch tall from the head and down the temple, then skin tight down, and presumably the same around the back of the head as well. The total amount of hair I was left with could fit a shot glass. "If you go down the corridor to the break room there is a shower in the bathroom there. Ask Andy outside to let you in. Take a quick rinse to get rid of stray hairs, change into these, put your stuff in one of the plastic boxes there, and come back to me for a final touch-up." She handed me a pair of white briefs and white socks. I hesitated a bit, and she was quick to jump ahead of my thoughts. "Everyone around here are used to see gorgeous bodies without clothes. Act as if it is normal, because to us it is. You can't be self-conscious. Oh, and Andy is the only one with a key, so your valuables are safe." Another boy showed up at the door saying he needed a new application. I told Julia thanks and went to look for Andy.

Andy unlocked the door to the office lunch room for me and I did as Julia had told me. I stripped naked and put everyting, clothes, wallet, phone, keys, shoes, into one of the plastic boxes, wrote my name on it with a whiteboard marker and placed it next to all the other boxes. Eight boxes in total. I went into the bathroom, took a 90 seconds shower, and dried myself off with one of the towels from the pile. I put on the briefs and socks, had Julia apply her things to me, and within ten minutes I was dressed in Nike shoes, joggers, and a fleece hoodie, being ordered by a photographer who didn't have time to introduce himself to look left, turn around, put my hands in my pockets, pull up the hood, sit down on the floor, and on and on. Then out change, and back with the next item.

It was going non-stop since they were behind on my stuff, so I had barely time to talk to anyone. There wasn't any proper lunch break either, just a protein bar together with two of the other models, Mark and Andrew. At first they thought it was funny that I had just been snatched off the street for the shoot, but when I told them how much more money I got they were like "fuck you, go back to work". Well the break was over anyway, so I don't know how serious they were.

It continued with item after item, until I realized I was the only model left. The others had taken off without saying goodbye, not that we had any relation. People were moving things out of the office, and when I asked about the hurry they said there was a firm deadline when they had to be out so the cleaning crew could put everything back to a working office again. I could feel the pressure as it was my item changes that held up everyone. I swapped into a pair of MRKNTN underwear that probably was like half a size too small but decided to just power through with the shoot. As soon as the last photo had been taken, they started to dismantle the light rigs. As I walked back to the lunch room I could see that most of the clothes racks were gone. The makeup room was back to looking like a conference room. I couldn't find Andy anywhere though, and the lunch room with my stuff was still locked. I wanted my stuff for sure, but more importantly I wanted to get out of the underwear that kept squeezing and chafing. I couldn't go more than 30 seconds without having my hands down the joggers to adjust them.

Ben wasn't anywhere to be seen either. I asked one of the remaining people and he said they had all left, working on getting all the stuff back and preparing the "delivery pipeline" for the photos. Probably Andy had checked off everyone from his list, and it was printed before I was recruited. "Just keep the clothes you have on and you can come back here Monday and pick up your stuff," he said.

Fuck.

No point in hanging around any longer. Everyone wanted to leave as soon as possible, so I just left and headed towards the bus stop. It was getting late and with no phone on me I couldn't call home and say what was going on.

Fuck.

I didn't have anything to pay the bus fare with. I could perhaps go back to the office building and see if I could catch anyone exiting, use their phone, and call for someone to pick me up. But there was no telling if and when I would get hold of anyone. Just walking back there would make me miss the next bus, so that would set me back at least an hour. I could just as well ask someone else to use their phone. Or perhaps ask them to cover the bus fare.

That's when I saw them, a little bit further down the street, past the bus stop. Six boys huddled at the corner, talking and messing around as if no one else was around. One had a bike. All of them dressed in the kind of clothes I had spent all day modeling in, track suits, hoodies, trainers. All of them were smoking. I figured I'd have as good a chance with them as with anyone else now, looking the way I looked.

As I was getting closer one of them alerted the others and they had some kind of conversation about me. "Hello, excuse me. Could I borrow money for the bus fare from any of you?" There was a second of silence before a mixed snicker erupted, and one of them answered "No, bruv. I don't think so."

I don't know why, but for some reason I was mortified by how I had been dismissed. I could feel my face turning red, so I quickly turned away from them to make my way back to the bus stop, without any plan of what to do next.

"Oi, bruv!" I heard from behind me. Looking back at them I could see three boys had gotten up and were heading my way. "Callum's grafting down at the barber's for some extra quid and need someone to practice on. What if he can do some practice while we cover the fare and take you home safely? Fair, innit?"

"I barely have any hair," I said and let my hand touch my fresh skin fade, almost shocking myself with how radically different it felt.

"Won't be much of a nick then, bruv."

He was right. There wasn't much he could ruin. I had only a few millimeters of hair so in the worst case scenario I could shave completely and it would be back within the week.

"Good lad. A deal innit."

"Yes," I said, unsure if it was expected. The guy who had spoken and Callum flanked me while the third lad walked behind me, enveloping me with the scent of smoke and body spray. After a silent moment the guy spoke again, introducing himself as Iwan and the third guy as Rob, and asked where I lived. I gave him the bus stop, Hillside Garden North, about 18 minutes ride. Would have been busy during the week, but at weekends there wouldn't be many on the bus.

We didn't have to wait long for the bus to arrive, but instead of entering by the driver they all bunched up again with me in the middle and entered through the exit doors as a single unit. Then they quickly moved to the back of the bus and pushed me into a seat next to Callum, facing Iwan and Rob in the furthest back seat. I half expected the driver to say something over the speakers, but there was barely a delay, if any, before the bus was moving as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I looked at Iwan with perhaps a bit of surprise and he just shrugged as if to say "what did you expect? That the driver would confront us?"

Then he nodded at Callum next to me, backpack in his lap, who answered "Aye" and got up. He placed the bag on the seat and positioned himself right in front of me, one leg on either side of mine, his knees hitting the edge of the seat, and his left hand grabbing the rail behind me. It felt both imposing and intimate. He opened the backpack and rummaged around with his right hand until he found a small trimmer in a zip-lock bag.

He opened it with both hands and threw the plastic bag into the backpack. Then he looked out and waited for the bus to drive on straight and even road before he turned the trimmer on. Then slowly he moved it in an arched line from my temple and along the side of my head until he reached the neck. Then he studied for a few seconds before he made a few additional buzzes along the same line.

"Not bad, innit?" he said while shifting his body so Iwan and Rob could see. "Fucking mint, mate," Iwan answered.

Then he turned on the trimmer again and unexpectedly extended the line by buzzing my eyebrow for a few seconds. I hadn't even considered my eyebrows. Callum reached into his backpack again to put the trimmer in the zip-lock, but without moving his feet so his body pressed even closer to me. While I couldn't see much, I could certainly feel his body spray filling my nostrils while I felt my eyebrows with my fingers. I guess there would be a lot to explain to mother anyway, so this would just be yet another detail.

I could just see it for a fraction of a second. It looked like a small glue gun in off-white plastic. Then before I could realize what it was it was pressed against my ear, it made a snapping sound, and I felt a sharp pain. "What the!" I said, more in surprise than pain.

"18G piercing. Hurts more, heals slower, but much better," Callum offered, as if it was the type of piercing that was in question, not that he had done it at all. He reloaded the piercing gun and I struggled with what to do. Just take it like the first one? Why should I? But then one piercing was the real threshold. Once you pass that, two is if anything better than one. This would soon be over anyway.

He was just as quick with the second one as the first one. "These need to stay in 30 days, you hear me?" he said, still standing essentially on top of me. "Yes, I understand," I said with a sinking feeling of all the implications. He put the gun back into the bag and went searching for something again. Finally he pulled out some sort of pliers, then held my earlobe with one hand while doing something with the pliers with the other. "Making sure they don't fall off," he explained before sitting down again on his seat. I could see Iwan and Rob again, and booth looked pleased. Iwan looked absolutely chuffed. "Fucking proper, innit" he said and pat me hard on the shoulder. "Fucking proper."

After than Iwan opened up and started to ask me all kinds of questions, starting with my name, which I realized I hadn't given him when he presented everyone. I was soon giving the highlights of the day as a photo model until we arrived my stop. To my surprise everyone got off with me. "Said we would take you home safe." We continued to chat all the way home and it turned out me Iwan and Rob had the same taste in electronic music while Callum was more of a rock guy.

"Ok, this is my stop," I said once we reached my house. "Meet us Monday, same time and place," Iwan said. "What?" "You owe us £2 for the bus, bruv." "But..." "You going back on our deal?" "No, I'll come by." "And wear the same clothes. Underwear too." "No! I have classes." "You'll figure it out, bruv." Callum opened his backpack again and tossed something to Iwan. "And use this," he said and handed over a can of Lynx Jungle body spray. "What if I don't? What if I don't do any of that?" "Where you live isn't a secret, innit? See you Monday, bruv."

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fatkish · 7 months ago

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Hiii

Im new to ypur blog and i saw you write for dadzawa so i wanted to know of you could write a platonic Aizawa in which his daughter (she is like 16 years old) gets really sick and im the hospital she is dignostised with a weir or with out cure illness?

If this request makes you uncomftable feel free of ignor it 🩷🩷

Thanks 🩷🩷🩷

So this took some time because I had struggled to come up with an idea for what the illness would be. It might be kinda short so I hope you enjoy it. (Not Medically accurate)

Aizawa x Daughter Reader: Anemic

It was a mystery how you had gone so long without being affected by your Anemia. You had always seemed so healthy. Unlike the other kids in your class, you didn’t dream of becoming a hero. You dreamt of creating a bakery/cafe/coffee shop that was run at night to support people like your old man, Aizawa. You wanted to be able to be open at night and give nighttime Heroes a place to eat and get their coffee fix. You had entered into the business course at UA. You can’t imagine how happy your dad was that you weren’t going to become a hero and risk your life. Not that he means anything bad by it, he just doesn’t want to have to bury his own child.

It was during the first year’s sports festival that your condition came about and started to affect you. While your classmates in the business course were handling out and selling food in the stands, you were one of the students who were making the food. It was while you were chopping up ingredients for Takoyaki that you accidentally stabbed your wrist really deep. One of your classmates had been telling you the orders, while you were listening and not paying attention to your hands, that was when the accident occurred. The moment you realized what happened, your classmates tried to help you stop the bleeding.

While you struggled to stop the bleeding, your friends helped guide you to Recovery Girl’s office. While you and someone else held your wrist and applied pressure to the wound, another made sure to guide you guys. When you were halfway to her office, you started getting dizzy. There was a small blood trail that some people noticed which lead to the number 2 pro hero, Endeavor, to stumble upon your nearly unconscious form being supported by your peers. When he asked what happened, he realized you may have lost too much blood and decided to rush you too the nurse’s office himself.

When he open the door to Recovery Girl’s office, she immediately recognized you as Aizawa’s daughter. She quickly went to work on you and asked Endeavor to please find and Notify Eraserhead that his daughter had accidentally gotten hurt and that she’ll likely be in her office until after school. Endeavor begrudgingly accepted and went to tell Aizawa, but before he could leave, she asked him what his blood type was. When Recovery Girl discovered that you were anemic after looking into the reason for you to faint without having lost too much blood, she asked Endeavor if he would be willing to donate her some of his blood since they were same blood type (if you’re not then just pretend you are)

After being told about your anemia, Endeavor agreed seeing as it’s part of his job to help people. After giving some blood he left and ended up finding Aizawa in the hall during a break. When he told Aizawa, Recovery Girl’s message, Aizawa quickly thanked him and headed straight for her office. When he got there, Recovery girl sat him down and talked about your condition and what treatment options you had.

Since the underlying issue and cause for your anemia was your body’s low production of red blood cells, Aizawa had talked it over with you and decided that you would start taking vitamins and supplements with a change in diet to include the necessary proteins and minerals that are crucial for red blood cell production. After the sports festival, you and Aizawa went home and started cooking together as a means to spend time together and for him to make sure you took care of yourself.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #mha aizawa #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader platonic #aizawa x daughter reader

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bobluvbot · 7 months ago

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birthday blues

pairing: sirius black x f!reader summary: first time godfather sirius goes shopping to find the perfect first birthday gift (jily + baby harry ♥️) wc: 5k a/n: me tryna heal canon trauma ❤️ because in my world everyone lives happily ever after !!! my lil celebration piece for hitting 200 followers! thank u all <3 not proofread, english is not my first language so plz be nice heheh

“What’s the store called again, sweets?”

even as a young kid, one of your biggest pet peeves is repeating yourself for more than four times. three is pushing it. your parents told you its a bad habit to take to adulthood because you’re bound to meet people who just don’t get what you’re saying the first or second time around. But one Wednesday morning, when you asked from upstairs where your favorite periwinkle socks were and your parents downstairs said something that the loud dishwasher and vacuum covered up, you asked them to repeat it again (still can’t hear), and again when you moved closer to the staircase down (barely heard any), then you heard your father’s heavy footsteps up, personally shoving in your waiting hand the said pair of socks.. only damp. “Honey, I said three times already, that they were still in the dryer,” your dad had huffed before heading back downstairs. That’s when you knew it was genetic.

But, you love Sirius Black. It’s gotten to the point where in the honest, sensitive hours past midnight, while there was nothing much to do as you let sleep creep up from your tired limbs to your fluttering eyelids, but to watch peace settle on the raven-haired boy’s sharp features, ethereal and glowing like an angel even in the dark of the night; that you realize he may be the love of your life. It’s a scary thought, with fears of being too eager, too soon, too much—- so you tuck it in a little pocket and give it a nudge when you need a reminder of how big and true its growing with each second spent together.

You love him, so you breathe out the snarky irritation away in slow heavy puffs and inhale peace, choosing to exercise patience because you know Sirius is nervous.

“It’s Spintwitches Sporting Needs, love. ‘s right across Ollivanders if I’m not mistaken,” you say, taking his free hand in yours and rubbing small circles on his knuckles to calm some of his nerves down, while he drives through busy muggle London streets to park by the Leaky Cauldron. He throws you a soft smile and gives your hand a quick squeeze as thanks, grateful to the heavens that you’re here to keep him from going insane.

You know him enough that, while the day in question is not about him, or you, or your relationship, it meant a great deal to Sirius.

He had one chance (even if you’d argue otherwise) to make things right, do things the right way the first time around with Harry. James knew this fact by heart, which is why he and Lily agreed in a heartbeat that Sirius should be little Harry’s godfather, as it was meant to be. He would do anything, go beyond means, hell, even against Merlin himself just to ensure the safety and happiness of his godson.

No one, however, was expecting it to backfire and it caught you and Sirius off guard. Once the tears dried and elation diffused, the anxiety kicked in for Sirius, and in turn you. He knew what the opposite was, parents who robbed their own sons of happy childhoods and disowned him when he got brave enough to find happiness and protect it, he had lived it. And now that he has a chance to save an innocent soul from a similar fate, he was determined, but this fact scared him shitless.

He wanted everything to be perfect (who wouldn’t?) and gave everything he physically could to make James and Lily’s Harry’s life easy and happy. Seeing Sirius buy ‘How to Dad?’ books and pour over them at night or on his free time at work was undoubtedly an attractive and loving sight. In a span of a week, he knew which is the best formula to supplement with breastfeeding, toys to pick that stimulate early brain development, even clothes made with hypoallergenic materials that won’t irritate the sensitive newborn skin. It came to a point where James would ask him for advice when Lily’s at work, and Sirius would put on his trusty reading glasses and point at a specific passage of ‘How to Dad?’ that answers James’ question perfectly.

Eventually, you did have to put your foot down when you found Sirius writing a howler to a baby food company when rumors started going around that their baby snack puffs (which Harry was obsessed with) had harmful chemicals in it. In typical Sirius fashion, he wasn’t convinced that easily. You’d bet that what pushed him off the howler letter route (and in turn protect the statute of wizarding secrecy) was seeing you spend lots of time in the kitchen to perfect making banana and strawberry baby snack puffs from scratch until the recall was over and the food was deemed safe to be consumed again by experts and Sirius himself.

Hearing many iterations of how the newborn days and months go by so fast was difficult to believe at times, especially when you and Sirius were babysitting to let the exhausted parents get some sort of reprieve multiple times a month. It was almost always the same. Harry would sleep for four hours straight during the night, and almost hourly right after; and while you and sirius had gotten pretty good at dividing up the tasks like bottle feeding and nappy changes equally, the shrill cry of a hungry baby is difficult to ignore and sleep through.

So despite of Sirius’s best efforts to crawl out of bed and tip-toe to the bassinet quietly not to wake your sleeping form, he gets sad but unsurprised to see you pad towards him and the baby, yawning soundlessly as you squeeze yourself between the soft armrest and Sirius’s side, head resting on his shoulder. It was his idea to get a spacious, soft recliner in the bedroom and it came in handy for situations like these, where getting back to bed once Harry sleeps is too risky as the boy would just wake up with the slightest movement, so the next best option was to try getting rest wherever you ended up in. The cries that once overpowered Sirius’s hushed whispers and cooing finally quiets down. A sigh of relief leaves both your lips, basking in the comfortable silence and bodies finding solace in each other’s warmth.

You want to say so many things to your lovely boyfriend, things he just has to hear: that he’s doing such a great job, that you see him and all the extra steps he has to take to become and do better than what he was raised for, that you love him for every single bit of it— but the right words don’t come easy when sleep-deprived and exhausted at 4:25am in the morning. So you lift your lips up to meet his temple, the side of his mouth, then his lips; hoping it’d convey what words couldn’t at the moment.

But time is an experienced thief. It was a Saturday afternoon in the middle of May and it was warm enough for you to whip out the frilly spring dresses that had been pushed to the back of your closet by the thick woolen coats from colder months. The boys had gone on a day trip to help Peter move into his first solo apartment, assembling furniture and stocking up on necessities to ensure he could survive on his own. Without the booming voices and bumbling energy of his father and godfather, little Harry had no choice but to match the calm and peaceful ambiance that you and Lily curated inside the Potter house. While it’s certainly different from what his everyday looks like (living with the likes of James), he seems to enjoy it. Gentle breeze from the windows Lily left open while she baked carry the smell of lemons and vanilla throughout the entire house, making it smell heavenly. You’d been sat on the floor by the dining table, surrounded by toy trains and colorful blocks, watching the ten-month-old munch on a toy graphorn adoringly. Recently, he’s been on a phase where he has to run anything he could get his hands on with his mouth. Some secret test or screening must be up there or something because that’s how Harry decides which toys are deserving of his attention for the day.

You’d picked up a toy set of magical creatures after work yesterday, and it won the almost toddler’s attention for the whole day. James had to snatch the toy niffler away from Harry’s grasp so he could say goodbye to his son and ask for a kiss. Safe to say there were no kisses exchanged because the little boy was too busy wailing and screaming at his father’s face. Lily had to create physical distance between her two boys so the younger one can calm down while the older got mopey. Sirius had to whisk his best friend away from the scene of the crime so that they can get on with the day, but not without leaving you a kiss.

The said niffler had soon been replaced with the hippogriff, then now the graphorn, and it’s been sitting on your lap since. Harry suddenly pulls the toy graphorn out of his mouth with a resounding pop. You both share a second or two of shocked eye contact and silence, his bright green eyes wide with surprise, before triggering a belly flipping laughing fit. This child could shock himself with a sudden burp or an unexpected sound of hitting random things with a fork, and you’d laugh every single time like its the funniest cutest thing you’ve seen in your life. It’s likewise for the rest of the marauders. Being the first baby of the group had all the adults wrapped in his pudgy fingers and he has no idea.

Harry’s eyes drop from your smiling face to the Niffler on your lap, and makes grabby hands. You almost, almost give in, but you decide to encourage him to go get it himself. Maybe today’s the day he starts to walk. You move to him a bit closer, probably a good seven baby steps in between.

“You want the Niffler, bud? You have to go get it from me!” You make a show out of grabbing the toy from your lap multiple times, hoping it’d make sense to the little boy.

He whines something sounding like your name and does more impatient grabby hands. But you weren’t giving up without a fight. “C’mon, Haz! You can do it,” you say enthusiastically.

Harry did know how to stand and good thing you were both sat near the dining table chairs, so to alleviate some of your aunt guilt you tuck the niffler away and out of Harry’s reach, before helping him up to his feet and urging him to grab one of the chair legs for support.

He stays upright, eyes still on the toy that you place again on your lap as you return to your original spot, and you clap with glee. “Great job, buddy! Okay, only a few steps to me and you’ll get the toy!”

Lily, curious to see the commotion happening on her kitchen floor, leans against the counter for a better view. Harry sees this and does the same thing, he looks at her pleadingly while making grabby hands and pointing to the niffler on your lap. You can tell the redhead’s fighting the mom urge to make her child’s life easier, but thank the heavens when she gives your same answer. She even moves to kneel beside you, waving to get her son’s attention and pointing at the niffler on your lap.

“C’mon, my sweet boy,” Lily says. “Mama knows you can do it!”

Motivated by frustration as his aunt and own mother won’t just hand him his goddamn toy, Harry whines angrily but makes a sideways step closer, death grip still on one of the chair legs. You and Lily squeal and clap in delight, urging the boy to do it again.

He makes a move for another step, but realizes that there’s no more legs to grab onto. Reluctantly, his right hand lets go and in turn faces you and Lily. This results in another round of applause, which serves like a drug to these little babies.

An anxious expression fleetingly appears on his face as he looks to you both, but the encouragement and cooing seemed to scare those big feelings away. Determined, Harry makes an unsure step forward without support, which then makes both yours and Lily’s heartbeat jump. It all happened so quick, the fear of losing balance triggered Harry’s other leg catch him on impulse, then the same on the other leg, then the other. Harry’d made four successful steps on his own before his mom catches him in her embrace before he topples over to the floor.

You and Lily were a sobbing, exultant mess. Harry, clearly confused about the commotion, whines for the niffler while Lily kisses him all over his face. You hand it to his waiting palms like a trophy before ruffling his unruly hair. An attempt for words has been made, but all that came from your mouth are garbled phrases about the miracle that just happened. Lily nods in agreement and you hug them both back.

This ten-month old just walked. This is the same baby that kept you and Sirius up at night for his feedings. The same baby responsible for the drool and spit up marks on your shirts. The same baby that laughs and babbles with you like he understands when you tell him random stories. The same baby that squeals in delight when you blow raspberries on his belly.

It felt like he had just been born a few days ago, memories of changing hundreds of nappies and preparing bottles of milk still vivid in your mind. But it’s earth shattering to consider that he’s closer to being a one year old than to the little bundle handed to you by James in the hospital room.

Time is unrelenting, stealing mundane moments behind your back and when you realize the loss, poof! The newborn you held in your arms is now a walking toddler. Soon, he’ll be the one talking your ears off, going to Hogwarts, driving a car.. You shiver at the thought. He was growing up so fast that blinking felt like cheating, afraid that you’ll miss a precious moment that you’ll never get back.

His first birthday came in the same manner— too fast for both yours and Sirius’s liking, but the wistful feelings came with excitement as Harry being a toddler opened up lots more opportunities to play and discover the world around him. James and Lily had spent the whole month planning a big birthday bash to celebrate the kiddo’s life, inviting all their loved ones to share the special day with them. And with that, the pressure was on for Sirius, as the self-proclaimed best godfather to get the perfect first birthday gift.

It’s like the heavens knew it was a special day for you both that it made sure to put out the best shopping weather one could ever ask for—- not too warm or too cold. It was a Tuesday afternoon, which meant the adults were kept in workplaces and children sent to Hogwarts or in homeschooling, leaving Diagon Alley nearly deserted, minus the occasional stray shoppers entering and leaving shops here and there. Clad in color coordinated couples outfits (that was your thing recently, Sirius more than happy to oblige) and hand in hand, you begin the mission to locate Spintwitches Sporting Needs.

Nostalgia always finds a way to seep into your bones whenever you find yourself in Diagon Alley. One blink and suddenly you’re ten again, both hands tucked in each parent’s as your mom pours over the list of school supplies you’ll need again for your first year at Hogwarts. You and Sirius see Ollivanders at a short distance and hear the entrance bell chime, the very same sound you heard when entering the shop for the first time, the shopkeeper taking one good look at you before immediately rummaging around the store, grabbing a specific box located on a random shelf four stories up. The look of confidence when he says it’s made just for you, a magical glow enveloping your tiny frame while opening the magenta box. That same magic guided you to a world where you truly belonged in, a castle that felt so much like home, and friends that soon became found family and lifelong partners. The thought of Harry soon experiencing these moments leaves a giddy feeling in your chest.

The smoky sweet scent of freshly roasted chestnuts catches your attention and you discreetly look for the source of your favorite warm snack. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Sirius (hardly nothing ever does, even the things you wish he’d miss or forget), and he gives your hand a small tug. You try to be aloof as you return his waiting gaze, complete with a quirk of your eyebrow, to which he responds with an impish smirk towards your bad acting.

“You’re not fooling anyone with that look, sweets.” The amusement in his voice is palpable as he steers you away from the main walkway and towards the small chestnut stall tucked in an alleyway, almost hidden by the bigger shops surrounding it.

“But, the store’s right there, Siri,” you try to protest. He had been anxious and stressed out about this day in particular, you knew if you were in his shoes, you’d be beelining to the store as soon as you get off the car. But he just shakes his head like its the obvious choice and nods towards the cart. “Can’t have my girl hungry now.”

After a failed attempt of trying to pay for the warm brown bag (you were no match for Sirius’s lithe, agile fingers in basically everything), you accept it with a sigh, giving yourself a few seconds to sulk before starting on the chestnuts. You weren’t the best at accepting things from other people just because, it always felt like you had to do something in return for them just to deserve it. Maybe that’s why the universe conspired to have you meet and fall for Sirius, who is a very enthusiastic giver, teaching you hard lessons on the daily.

As you begin the journey back to the shop, you carefully crack open one and hold it up to Sirius’s mouth, to which he happily obliged. “Mm, somehow chestnuts taste better when you handfeed me, dove. Do it again.”

You roll your eyes in response, but you find your fingers starting to peel another. “You’re lucky you’re good looking, Black,” you mutter to save some face, that you weren’t head over heels for this man and he to you. That’s a conversation to be had in another, less stressful day.

The shop, painted electric blue and orange, wasn’t hard to miss. One step in and the welcoming aroma of broom polish, rubber, and smoky wood brings you right back to the Quidditch locker rooms; memories of frantically lacing up your boots a minute or two after James called you as backup for an injured beater, helping Marlene comb out the tail end to fix the broom alignment after practice, and getting pinned to the cool lockers during post-win celebratory makeout sessions with Sirius, replaying vividly in your head.

It looked deceivingly small on the outside; aside from the expansive selection of different broomstick models, they had books and magazines about Quidditch strategies and featured famous matches, repair and maintenance kits for maintaining broomstick qualities, complete Quidditch gear for all shapes and sizes, and tiny practice snitches flying around the room. Squint and it’ll just be like how each Hogwarts common room would be decorated when there’s a big Quidditch match between houses or international ones in the world cup: streamers and accessories like horns and banners representing each team, posters of Chudley Cannons and Holyhead Harpies (in opposing corners to prevent unsolicited fights) accompanied by autographs of famous players and collectibles littering almost every surface of the walls. It was Quidditch dreamland.

Still in awe admiring the displays as you both walk through aisles hand in hand, Sirius breaks the silence first. “What do you think Harry will play as in Quidditch?”

You hum in response and he continues, running his hands through the bat display they had for little kids. “I bet he’d be a beater like me. You remember how that punk hit me straight on the face last week?”

You nod in amusement. Sirius had played it cool as he gently laid Harry back in his playpen, still laughing and cooing, then as soon as little Harry turned his back on his uncle, Sirius ran to you for first aid and whined the whole time you were healing the already forming bruise. But not a few hours later, he’s bouncing the baby in his arms again as he gave him a tour of the backyard.

“Yeah, those little fists definitely pack a punch.”

“How about you, love?”

Sifting through a year’s worth of memories, it was surprisingly easy to find your answer. “I think he’ll follow James’s footsteps and be a seeker.”

Sirius’s pout becomes evident, making you giggle and tug on his arm in efforts to cheer him up. “Think about it. Ever since prongslet got those glasses, it’s harder to hide anything from him now because his eyes are so quick. Poor Crookshanks too, that cat can’t catch a break now when Haz wants to play because he tracks its movements.”

Sirius lets out a soft chuckle and slings his arm around your shoulders to hold you closer. “Good point, good point,” he repeats, seemingly deep in thought as his fingers run up and down the small of your arm. “We shall see, whatever he decides to play as, or if he even plays at all, I’ll be proud of him.”

You look up to him as he absentmindedly stares at the Quidditch gear sets for little kids, a light, wistful smile on his handsome features. He might not say it out loud, but the love he has for his godson reverberates through his being, and its a warming sight to see.

Before you confess your love for your boyfriend in the middle of a Quidditch store, you whisk him away and towards the toy broom display, the only thing you were both here for. Only the big bright signs directed you to the right place, which didn’t prepare you at all for the heart exploding sight.

You’re about to burst into tears seeing how cute and tiny the little toy brooms were, and how they came in complete with tiny versions of the headlights, seats, and bag compartments the usual adult broom comes with. Both you and Sirius stood with mouths agape for a solid minute as you took in the expansive display, before your lovely boyfriend proceeds to pick out the most expensive one with the most features on it from the batch.

Surprisingly, it was you who reminded him to grab a helmet before running off to purchase the toy broom, the giddiness and excitement spreading between the two of you. The cashier gives both of you a knowing look as you and Sirius both mellowed down from full giggles to bashful smiles, examines the broom to be purchased, and asks, “For your little one?”

Now, you were no stranger to conversations like these with former lovers in the past, and you could almost hear the typical response of denial that comes swiftly with the question. It used to hurt, even if you knew by heart that that person didn’t have the fifth date potential or that it just wouldn’t last. It’s that unexplainable feeling of shame and rejection when they’d realize that it won’t work with you before you would, or if they answer with a laugh, as if having a future with you is an appalling thought. You’ve gotten better with it throughout the years, but for some reason your skin crawls with the thought of Sirius saying the same things. Years of desensitization down the drain, you find yourself bearing your entire soul to the man beside you the entire relationship, and he can easily break you into two with his response. You cross your fingers that he won’t.

He was already looking when your gaze met his, a look of softness and tenderness from him so profound you wondered if you were deserving of it. The surge of butterflies in your belly was all consuming.

Sirius shifts uneasily and shakes his head, you prepare for the worst. “For our nephew, not for our own child..,” he pauses, glancing back at you for a quick second. “Yet. But if all goes according to my sneaky plan, we might be back sooner than she thinks.”

The cashier chuckles at your stunned reaction as you shift your focus between him and your boyfriend who was both furiously blushing and actively avoiding your stare. Did you just get a marriage proposal?

Taking advantage of your confusion, Sirius pays for everything including the gift wrapping, which you had previously argued about who was responsible paying (you won, not that that matters now). You let him tug your arm and guide you out of the store, saying a quick thank you to the amused cashier. The influx of butterflies were back, tickling your insides and spreading warmth in each crevice. Just seeing Sirius handle the rambunctious mini James with care and glee, makes it so easy for you to imagine a life with him, and eventually have a little bean that’s equal parts of you and him. You hope they’d get the best parts of both.

No one brings it up as you began your journey back to the car and you’re grateful. Gift bag swinging on your arm, you drag Sirius to go get ice cream to which he happily obliges.

A gentle quiet settles on accomplished shoulders like a warm blanket as you settle in the car. Strawberry and vanilla fudge ice cream sticky sweet on each other’s lips as you exchange cones every once in a while. It would be enough to lull you to sleep, if not for Sirius’s deep breaths and sighs, the thundering of his heart that he tries to quell by discreetly scratching a small part of the steering wheel where his thumb usually lay.

He breaks the silence first, an uneasy tone making his voice seem small. “Do you think he’ll like it, dove?”

“Yes, Siri. I know he’ll love it.” You try your best to enunciate the right words, but a conflicted expression marrs his handsome features, sending a twinge to your heart.

It comes to you before he speaks. This was something that had been plaguing Sirius’s mind for a while, occupying his dreams and thoughts, embedding itself to his mind and causing unwarranted amounts of stress. You resist the urge to fill in the blanks for him because it has to come from him and him only.

But after everything he’s been through, what seems easy for most sometimes is the hardest to muster. “Siri,” you pause, waiting until he looks up at you and you keep his gaze. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

His gray orbs still before the dam breaks. “I’m sorry, love.” He chokes. “If I’m being so difficult, irky, irritated, anxious, everything.”

Hot tears run down his cheeks and it’s a painful watch. wanting nothing but to wipe it off and tuck him in your embrace and promise him he won’t be hurt as long as you’re there, but you can’t. The best thing you could do for him is to let it all out and finally feel.

He stares ahead on the city road with fingers trembling on the wheel. “I’m just so scared. So scared. James and Lily have been amazing parents, I can’t say same thing for myself but I try my best. Sometimes I still feel like he deserves someone better to be his godfather,” he sobs. “I just love him so much. I want only the best for him. I just want him to be happy and healthy all the time.”

After a while, you say with a bittersweet tone. “You know we can’t promise that, Siri,” you sigh. “Storms will come and will do damage and hurt and things that we can’t undo,” you pause, sniffling as you take your right hand to guide him to face you again, vulnerable gray eyes meeting yours. “But you know what?”

You give him an assuring smile, speaking the truth. “He’s gonna be alright because little as he is right now, he is so loved and adored by so many people, so loved by his parents. And so loved by his godfather.”

It wasn’t said aloud, it doesn’t need to. Loud as it could be, Sirius knows what you’re about to say; that his ability to love despite of everything he’s been through, despite of his own family ruthlessly trying to rob him of the ability to do so. That’s the type of love that Sirius gives, a love that withstands rain and abandonment; a love that stays after a rough storm, offering a home always open to go to when times are rough and feelings are still hurt; a love that tells the truth even when its hardest to hear.

You know all this as an easy fact because you’re at the receiving end. Even if you hadn’t heard it from his lips yet.

“Have I told you I love you?”

A watery smile spreads on your face as you shake your head. “No, but i feel it everyday.”

“I love you, Y/N.” It leaves his lips like breaths, naturally and easily.

It’s the same thing for you, too. “I love you too, Siri.”

And it ends with sticky kisses that taste of vanilla fudge and berries.

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ultralightpoe · 12 days ago

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The Hex Hold - Art Donaldson

Authors Note: Part 10 of the halloween weekend event. Gahhhhhh

Warnings: curse mention.

Word Count: 781 [Minor Blurb]

Requests: OPEN

~2024 Halloween Event Masterlist

[Thank you for the gif @ljutefisk ]

ENJOY!

Out of everything you could have expected from your day seeing Art Donaldson walk through the doors of the small witch shop you worked at was never one of them.

You knew him from school, everyone knew one of the future stars of the tennis world, but it was safe to say you both ran in very different crowds. You, who studied writing and publication, often stuck to the other side of campus and sometimes attended games for your silly reporting class. You worked at a small end witch shop for extra cash while he got sponsorships from high end brands.

Now here he stood, looking around with scared doe eyes as you glared from your spot at the counter, tapping your nails on the surface of it while he bends to look at the small rodent skull in the case that is usually kept locked. It’s almost like he visibly pales at the sight before looking around wildly until he lands on you.

“Bones normal in this world?”

If someone had told you that THE Art Donaldson's first words to you had been that you would have laughed. Right now you had to come up with a proper answer since you couldn’t really be disrespectful to a client.

“Bone Magic has been a respected form of witchcraft for years. Bone Scribing, Casting and Reading have been proven to work. Thumbs tend to work best but it is illegal for us to sell those,” You explain, watching him gulp. “And I don’t recommend going on the black market if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I’m not!” He rushes, shaking his head and looking to the door like police were going to dash in and catch him. “I…. I was sent here by my coach?”

“We don’t sell any sports supplements-”

“I’m here about a curse…. Or hex.. One of those?”

“You want to cast a hex?”

“No, I need to break a hex.” He shrugs, stepping up a little bit. The red stanford shirt with white undershirt combo was a cliche but he still made it look good. “I have lost 6 matches in a row and one of the coaches- well he is this wacky guy that believes in all this stuff- and he thinks that I have a hex on me. So he sent me here…. To get it broken.”

“I can do that.” You nod, hopping off the stool and nodding your head for him to follow. “Come on,”

The back room of the witch shop was one of your favorites. Purple walls and easy colored lanterns with drapes and crystals strewn about. The table in the center was a bit of a cliche but you loved it nonetheless and you showed him where to sit before moving around the counters to grab the supplies you needed.

He watched you closely which was a bit unnerving but you worked anyways, bringing everything over to the table and setting it out.

“First things first,” You begin, turning off the light and sitting down to strike a match, lighting the seven candles that were strewn out. “Can you think of any reason someone might try to hurt you?”

“Because they…. Want me to lose?”

“Wow. Real thinker there.”

“You go to Stanford, right?” He asks, completely ignoring your movements as you light a cleansing incense. “I see you around at some of the games.”

“I work on reporting sometimes.” You answer back, pushing some of the smoke towards him.

“Right. You did the match against that yale brat…. You made that name-”

“You should probably focus on the hex you know…” You try to lead the conversation back, and he seems a little embarrassed but nods while you work.

“The best way to start this process is if you begin thinking happy-”

“You ride the bike.”

“I need you to focus.”

“How long have you worked here?”

“Why do you think you have a hex?” You blurt, giving up on the incense as you glare at him. “You lose a couple games and what? You are that great of a player it MUST be a curse or hex?”

“Maybe?”

“Seems cocky.”

“I was going to go for confidence.”

“You’d be wrong then.” You laugh, shaking your head. “Maybe you are just in your head.”

“I…. maybe I came to ask you out.” He blurts back and you stare back shocked. “Maybe it wasn’t the best idea but it was worth a shot.”

“Not the best plan. Especially since you owe me 40 dollars now.”

“Worth it.”

You shake your head, reaching to grab one of the protection amulets and packaging it up. “Win your next match and we’ll see.”

“You’re on.”

[Thank you for the gif @roranicuspond ]

#art donaldson imagine #art donaldson smut #art donaldson angst #art donaldson fluff #art donaldson #art donalson x reader #art donaldson fanfic #challengers imagine #challengers x reader #challengers 2024 #challengers smut #challengers movie

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jeonwonoops2 · 2 years ago

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Seventeen’s Love Languages

Acts of Service

Scoups: probably the type to do the dishes every time. If you cook, he’ll do the dishes. If you’re cleaning, he’ll do laundry. The type to also run errands for you if you find that stuff boring/tiring. Y’all’s going to divide-and-rule this chores game.

Jeonghan: maybe the kind to pay for things without really making it obvious. Acts of service doesn’t have a standard definition (like everything else) for this man. And then one day you’d wonder “oh yeah I don’t recall the last time I filled gas in the car”. Same goes for things around the house.

Joshua: the kind to do things you didn’t realise were due, like figure out insurance stuff or change your car batteries or maybe even restock supplies. He’ll pick up on things you might have missed so you don’t have to bother later.

Jun: seems like the type to notice little things that need attention/fixing, like tidying up cables, fixing a creaking cupboard door, and will do all the heavy lifting without ever being asked.

Hoshi: he might work better with instruction; you tell him to do something and he’ll do it every day thereafter. Would like nothing more than watering plants as you talk about your day, or fold laundry when you guys are watching tv.

Wonwoo: I think he’s a “do taxes before they’re due” kinda person, and would do stuff that you might find tedious. Might be tidying around the house as a habit so you don’t even really realise it, but it comes naturally to him.

Woozi: puts you on a phone plan so you never pay phone bills. I’d say same goes for gym memberships, grocery discount cards, online shopping accounts, etc. that you might not have ever bothered with because it was already done before you knew it.

Dokyeom: he may do little things but is consistent. He’d remember doctor’s appointments, recycling days, etc. and do his bit to help. The type to brew you coffee every morning.

Mingyu: literally everything you need done on that day. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, taking out the trash, groceries, honestly that’s the day you do nothing at all and everything’s taken care of.

The8: perhaps the type to remind you to go for health check ups and pick up the right vitamins/ supplements for you. He’ll do things you don’t have the time for, including organising, tidying and will do that when he sends you off on a spa appointment.

Seungkwan: Will likely enrol in a Pilates class with you and make sure your time off from work is spent on yourself. If you have a hobby or play a sport, he’ll always remember little things like buying you new equipment or tools. Probably into organising and labelling stuff.

Vernon: always remembers your takeout order, whether it’s coffee or your favourite pizza joint. Will never skip your weekend routines and make sure everything’s in place for movie night or barbecue Sunday, so you can relax until Monday comes again.

Dino: probably drives you around a lot whenever you need to go somewhere. Always remembers your work timings and calls you when you’re late. Will pick you up on late nights and drive you on groggy mornings.

#svt scenarios #svt reactions #svt smut #svt fluff #seventeen #svt x reader #svt imagines #svt fanfic #seventeen fluff

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octuscle · 1 year ago

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Hey Chronivac support! I had set the chronivac to slowly build up my twig of a best friend into a hairy muscle bound beast but I think the delay has gone on too long. Could you help me?

I am very sorry, but somehow things went wrong…. A somewhat unfortunate combination of technical problems and user errors. I suggest I define a scenario at the end of which the desired result should be. And I set the total duration of the transformation to eight days.

First part of the transformation is the retroactive change of your friend's routines. His body will now change in 24 hours as if he had already had the following daily routine for a year longer: two hours to the gym in the morning before university, one hour of running during the lunch break, another two hours to the gym in the evening. And then preparing the next day's meals and packing them in Tupperware. Saturdays are a training break, Sundays first two hours of swimming, then six hours of gym and then another hour of yoga. A life just for sports. A highly disciplined life for studying and for sports.

The second part is changing his genetics. Every day one of his great-grandparents is replaced. Until his father is a Moroccan who immigrated just before he was born. And his mother is an Albanian who has also only been living here for 25 years.

I start the tomorrow morning on Friday at 08:00 am. Sit back and enjoy!

Friday morning. You are both still rookies in the office. But you want to make a career. Getting a job in the research and development department has been a great success. And you both have no desire not to build on that. Accordingly, you are punctually at your workplace at 08:00. Everything is still quite normal. But when you meet for lunch at 12:00, your friend is pretty upset. He thinks that he has forgotten his running clothes. And that he will have to make up for the running session tomorrow. You look at him questioningly. And you notice that he looks fitter somehow. At 4:00 p.m. you get a message. Your friend has also forgotten his training clothes and has therefore already gone home and is then going straight to the gym. Dinner at 20:00 as arranged in your favorite steakhouse. Your friend is on time. However, he is not showered and still in his tracksuit. Had he not shaved this morning. He looks like a three-day beard. The meal is first about the week at the office. And then about the plans for the weekend. Tomorrow we're going to do some shopping. Your friend convinces you to come to the gym on Sunday. When you say goodbye, you realize that your friend only had the 400 gram filet with green salad and alcohol-free beer and water. You drank the wine all by yourself. Slightly drunk, you go home and fall into bed.

On Saturday morning your best friend rings you out of bed. Where you stay. The early bird catches the worm. He would have made up for yesterday's running session by now and would like to start doing some shopping. Damn, it's only 10:00 o'clock. You didn't expect him until 12:00. When you finally meet in the mall, there are already some big shopping bags next to your friend. Nutritional supplements. Protein powder. Sportswear. And he definitely looks changed. Not a gram of fat on his body anymore. But a firm ass and a visibly wider back. Fuck, it seems to work. When you're shopping, your conversations are almost all about sports. You actually start to develop an interest in it as well. And you also buy some new clothes and training shoes. You arrange to go clubbing in the evening. You almost didn't recognize your friend. His black T-shirt is almost painted on his upper body. And he moves on the dance floor as if he had never done anything else. He thinks that functional training pays off here, too. His movement coordination is getting better and better. You shake your head and get yourself a gin and tonic. And bring your friend a water.

When you arrive at the gym at 4 p.m. on Sunday, your friend is already moaning in a sweat on the leg press. "Bro, didn't we say 12:00 for Box Fit?" he says. You reply that anything before 4:00 p.m. would have been a challenge for you after last night. Your friend gives you a Fist Bump. And says that he needs your support with the chest workout. When your friend leaves for yoga at 6:30pm, you are completely screwed. And you wonder why your boyfriend has such hairy forearms…

On Monday morning you both arrive at work at the same time. Your best friend is talking on the phone in a language you can't understand. "My Albanian grandmother in Tirana has birthday today", he answers, reading your thoughts. Who the hell has a birthday, you ask yourself. Your friend walks up the stairs in front of you. Fuck, an ass made of concrete, you think to yourself. The idea of running during lunch break was really super stupid. You can hardly move from yesterday. So your friend has to wait for you all the time. And bridges the waiting time with burpees. And did he just flirt with the young guy at the pull-up bar? Fuck, the only thing that gets hard with you is your dick. When showering at the end of the lunch break, you can no longer cover up. Your boyfriend looks appreciative and gives you a kiss before it goes back to work. Before you go to bed you do a round of pushups and situps.

On Tuesday morning, your boyfriend is already there when you enter the office shortly after 08:00. And tries to persuade you again to come with him to pump in the morning. Getting up at 4:00 a.m. doesn't seem very attractive to you. But you catch yourself imagining how horny it would be to suck the sweat out of your boyfriend's beard. Shit, since when does he have a beard? In any case, you are already looking forward to the shower after the run. After work you go to dinner together in a small Albanian restaurant. Your friend seems to know everyone there. You don't understand a word they say. But the food is delicious. And you promise to come to the training tomorrow night. Your best friend grabs his sports bag, gives you a French kiss and disappears to his next sports session.

When you arrive at the office on Wednesday, the smell almost takes your breath away. Your friend is sitting across from you, grinning. He lost track of time during his workout and didn't have time to shower. Fuck, he can't work here in his sweaty workout clothes. Not because it bothers you. Because you can't get your hard-on under control anymore. It doesn't get better during the lunch break and shower. Not until your buddy in the shower goes down on his knees in front of you and gives you a blowjob. Until the end of the day you can hardly think of anything else but that you will return the favor tonight after the workout.

Hopefully no one will notice that your friend is wearing the same clothes today as yesterday. After the workout you did some cardio in your apartment. Riding on your boyfriend's cut big dark cock was awesome! Just a pity that he has made himself in the middle of the night again out of the way. But damn, he only does what you wanted. And he is no longer the man he was a week ago. His name is Eset now. But that's perfectly natural for everyone. As is the fact that he mostly works with t-shirts or short-sleeved shirts. It would be too bad to hide his biceps. For tonight, Eset has something special planned. After the workout, you'll go to an Arabian hamam. Only horny almost naked men! However, Eset still stands out here. He may not be as hairy as many here. But already one of the big boys.

It was just one night for the two of you. But it feels strange to wake up alone today. Eset is already here again before you. And has put breakfast on your desk. Cottage cheese with protein powder and fruit. He's right, you look like a twig next to him. You have to change that. When he asks if you're going out for steak again tonight, Eset looks at you like you're totally nuts. Lad, it's Friday. First to the mosque, then to sports. Of course, you had totally forgotten that. Okay, then you can work out your arms a bit before Eset comes along. Wait a minute! Mosque? What the hell?

Saturday. Eight days gone. You have a date in the park. Throw a few balls. Meet up with the lads. Eset is already there warming up with some bros. The fellas stand together and talk in Arabic. Until their alpha bro sees you.

Given his roots, Eset is a bit coy about exchanging kisses in public. But he licks the ball and throws it to you. And you lick his spit off.

#male tf #muscle tf #chronivac #reality change #race change

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obxqveens-a · 3 months ago

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𖥸 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫 — early-twenties, kook. much like the cameron family, the butler's have a long history in kildare. emily's father is a wealthy, successful businessman who attended college with ward cameron and her mother runs various charities and is on the board at the local hospital. with wealth and popularity, emily has always had it easy and prefers it that way. she's never been told no a day in her life and has everything at her disposal, including a trail of ex and potential boyfriends. the only person whose every really given her shit is rafe cameron, ward's son. he's been in her life since infancy and they bicker like siblings. fc ; emily alyn lind 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: carl & melissa (parents). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: college student. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: partying, hanging out with friends, being the center of attention, flirting, playing the violin, watching dumb comedies, doom scrolling, making grwm videos. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: small but mighty, persistent, self serving, confidant, vivacious, intuitive, smart, bratty when she doesn't get her way, petty, defiant. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: not getting what she wants, being challenged, losing, pogues and anyone else outside of her social circle. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: pisces.

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𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 — late-teens to early twenties, pogue-kook. daisy was adopted by her parents only months after birth. her biological mother was a drug addict and her father is unknown. she has a seven year old half-sister named poppy who she is very close to. shyness and social anxiety often keeps her from having new experiences and she spends a lot of time alone by choice. very friendly with fellow pogues kie, sarah, john b, and pope even though financially daisy's somewhere between a kook and a pogue herself. she's had a secret crush on jj maybank for years, but has never had the guts to mention it. she battled bulimia throughout middle school and has been in recovery for two years. because of her bouts with depression and body dysmorphia, the road hasn't been easy. she works part time at a local hole in the wall seafood restaurant, the crab shack, and tutors rich kids during the school year. whenever a kook is failing a class - especially the athletes with a lot on the line - the guidance counselor sends them to her, so she is well known among them. it provides supplemental income that she's been saving for college. fc ; kristine froseth 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: mark & julia (adoptive parents), poppy (adoptive younger sister) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: high school student, waitress at the crab shack restaurant, & tutor. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: swimming, surfing, reading, sports, the outdoors. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: book smart, level headed, supportive, a problem solver, inherently kind, empathetic, shy. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: bullying, small talk, violence. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: virgo

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𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐨𝐧 — early-twenties, kook. an extremely popular it girl on the island who turns heads when she enters a room. ginny's parents are both involved in local politics and the lawson's are a well known, respecting family in kildare. since middle school, ginny has been modeling and has a strong following as a social media influencer and instagram model. because of the income she's been able to make, ginny maintains a party lifestyle, showing up at every party on the island and traveling with friends. fc ; alisha boe 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: derran & stephanie (parents), one older brother. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: influencer & aspiring model. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: shopping, dj-ing, clubs, parties, hanging out with friends, laying out at the beach, creating content, organizing photoshoots. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: witty, charming, spoiled, a party animal, ambitious, fun, always distracted. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: most pogues, debbie downer's, anyone who tells her no. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: capricorn.

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𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬 — early-twenties, pogue. isabel grew up poor and was looked down on by most of the kids her age, but found a way to turn it into a positive. it motivated her to find something that she loved and make a living out of it. despite her parents wanting her to apply to ivy league schools, isabel decided to go to a four year state college and then to hair school instead. she found a job at a local salon and was able to move out on her own. her life is simple, but she's happy and doesn't need much to feel accomplished. fc ; rachel zegler 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (no preference). 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: marco & pria (parents). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: hair stylist. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: rom-coms & period dramas, coming up with new hair styles, chatting with her clients, cooking, photography, taking long walks on the beach, hiking, swimming, antique shopping, knitting, spending time with her dogs. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: easy to get along with, sweet, approachable, sensitive, strong willed, hard working, loyal, flirtatious. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: bullies, cruelty. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: cancer.

father is a fisherman, mother is a teacher, has three older sisters.

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𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 — late-teens to early-twenties, pogue. raised by a single mother with a new boyfriend every week. nothing was the same from one day to the next and there was zero stability. instead of playing with dolls, katie preferred collecting action figures, reading comic books, and playing outside with the boys. anything to be out of the house and away from the chaos. her interest in cars came from hanging around boys constantly and she learned how to work on engines in cars, boats, motorcycles, you name it. she found solace in being good at something. naturally katie got a job at a mechanic shop in the cut at sixteen, but it didn't come without problems and scrutiny. as a petite blonde that resembled a barbie, her male co-workers and customers found it hard to take her seriously... until she proved them wrong, outdoing the other employees. katie tries to keep to herself and stay out of trouble, but that rarely happens. trouble seems to follow her. fc ; josephine langford 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (male leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: goldie (mother), father unknown. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: mechanic. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: sports, surfing, video games, live music, dive bars, hiking, boating, watching football. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: independent, confident, friendly, adventurous, feisty, resourceful, a tomboy. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being talked down to, disrespect, unwanted flirting. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: aquarius

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𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 — early-twenties, pogue. millie is the oldest daughter of big john and the older sister of john b. she’s known for being a magnet for bad relationships, getting into fights with pogues and kooks, and causing trouble around the island. the local police are very familiar with her. she’s resented big john since her mother left and he wouldn’t allow her to leave with her. millie’s never missed an opportunity to push the man’s buttons. when he disappeared because of the “stupid treasure” (as she calls it) and was presumed dead, she was worried, but didn’t let it show, preferring to bury the complicated feelings deep. instead, she shut john b out and hopped from one person’s bed to the next, steering clear of the chateau and her brother’s judgment. although, she does pop up every once in a while to make home cooked meals or bring by baked goods. she also isn’t above staying at home if john b needs her. generally, millie is very reckless, hair triggered, lost, and has no idea how to take care of herself or navigate adulthood. fc ; talia ryder 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (no preference) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: john b (brother), big john (father), mother unknown. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: retail associate at the country club golf shop; sells handmade jewelry & glass bongs through her etsy store. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: getting high, laying out on the beach, rollerblading, bike riding, swimming, fishing, jogging, partying, video games, horror movies, cooking & baking, getting involved in physical fights if the situation calls for it. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: opinionated, reckless, protective of the people she loves, overly emotional, witty, resilient, loyal, adventurous, creative, artistic 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being told what to do (especially if it's big john), being disrespected, party poopers, mean drunks, routines, cops. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: scorpio.

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𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 — late-teens to early twenties, kook. a vivacious ball of energy, olivia is your typical kook princess. she's a fixture at every social event and extremely popular with more friends than she can count. she tends to fall in line with whatever everyone else in her circle are doing, but isn't a bully or mean spirited. material things have been given to her without question since birth, so getting what she wants is all that she knows. this has made it easy for her to use her looks and social status to her advantage. despite being a spoiled brat & having zero self awareness, she does have a good heart. fc ; madison beer 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (male leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: larry & donna (parents), connor (older brother), nick (older brother), & harrison (older brother). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: high school student 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: dancing, pop music, makeup tutorial & grwm videos, partying, flirting, shopping, hanging out with friends. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: whiney, an airhead, energetic, affectionate, ditzy, overly sensitive, confidant, a romantic. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: when anyone is mean or yells at her, being told no. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: pisces

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𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭 — early-twenties, kook. shelby is the youngest daughter of an affluent, image obsessed family with strong ties to the kildare community. her father is a successful entrepreneur and her mother is an attorney. considered a kook because of her financial status and friend group, shelby doesn't have issues with any pogues. nine times out of ten, she's the voice of reason. in high school, she was rafe cameron's on and off (mostly on) again girlfriend and like himself, experimented with drugs, drank heavily, and was the life of every party. their relationship was toxic with lots of break ups and jealousy on both sides. things took an unexpected turn after a party senior year: the couple were in a car accident and shelby ended up in the hospital with a concussion and alcohol poisoning. when her parents found out that rafe had been driving drunk, an irreparable rift formed between the two families. shelby's parents threatened to cut her off financially for good if she didn't go to rehab, break it off with rafe, and clean up her act. with no other choice, she left for rehab after being released from the hospital, sending rafe a goodbye text. since returning to the outer banks, shelby's been trying to stay on the straight and narrow, avoiding rafe and her friend group. this hasn't proven successful and she's since relapsed multiple times, living a double life. instead of applying to colleges, she spends her days lifeguarding at the local beach and country club and partying at night, becoming a stain on her family's name. fc ; danielle campbell 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: richard & claire (parents), harper (older sister) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: lifeguard 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: swimming, surfing, tennis, golf, shopping, partying, bike riding, sailing. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: sweet, non-judgmental, defiant, rebellious, spontaneous, fiery, & passionate. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: authority figures, being controlled. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: scorpio 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬: till death do us part, bonnie & clyde 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: dossier ⋄ threads ⋄ musings ⋄ aesthetic ⋄ desires ⋄ pinterest ⋄ shelby&rafe ⋄ shelby&topper ⋄ shelby&rafe&topper ⋄ shelby&barry ⋄ shelby&rafe&lila

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𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 — early-twenties, pogue. tough as nails with a sharp tongue, dallas is the youngest daughter in a family of criminals. growing up on the cut was never difficult financially for her family only because her father and uncle's started an illegal, underground fight ring before she was born. they made good money with the business and opened a family gym to train fighters (and as a front). dallas works the front desk and keeps her head down, trying to live as normal of a life as possible. fc ; sophie thatcher 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (no preference). 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: vincent & caroline (parents), two older brothers, several uncles, nieces, & nephews. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: front desk clerk at her family's gym. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: video games, 70's punk music, parties, creative writing, poetry, kick boxing, horror movies, hanging out at skate parks. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: easy to annoy, a deep thinker, doesn't speak unless spoken to, friendly once she's comfortable around someone. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: cops. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: scorpio

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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐞 '𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢' 𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 — early-twenties, pogue. desi is pope's cousin and much like himself, has always had a lot of bigger goals for herself. she sailed through school and ended up getting into a large university in north carolina. fashion design is her focus and she intends to go to fashion school after graduation. desi is very friendly, a lot of fun to be around, and makes friends wherever she goes. fc ; laura kariuki 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: pansexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: pope heyward (cousin) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: college student & works at a clothing store 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: info. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: outgoing, talkative, fun loving, positive, sweet, a good listener, creative. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: having nothing to do. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: aries

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𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐝𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥 — late-teens to early-twenties, pogue-kook. emma is the daughter of a well known pastor in kildare and has grown up in a very religious household. she doesn’t agree with everything that her parents do, but keeps quiet about the conflicting opinions and follows the rules. they’ve shielded her from most normal teenage experiences, so emma is very sheltered and wasn't able to enjoy high school to the fullest. she spends most of her time in youth group, working at the church daycare, and taking college courses online. fc ; olivia scott welch 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: don & kerry (parents), two older sisters, two younger brothers. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: works at a daycare center & runs the church youth group. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: reading, writing in her journal, jogging, sketching, being alone. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: shy, quiet, sympathetic, kind, selfless, understanding, fearful of things she's never experienced, self conscious. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: extroverts, cold weather, flying on planes. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: virgo

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𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭 — mid-twenties. kook. harper is the long suffering eldest daughter of richard & claire beckett. she has always been resentful of the attention (negative or positive) her parents have given her sister, shelby, who is the black sheep of the family. harper made straight a's, excelled in academics & sports, was accepted into law school, interns at one of the largest firms in the state, and somehow still feels unloved and less than. her anger towards shelby has caused the sisters' relationship to deteriorate and they're constantly at each other's throats, fc ; victoria pedretti 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (male leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: richard & claire (parents), shelby (younger sister) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: law student 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: board games, working to achieve her goals, being right, competition, one upping everyone around her, period dramas. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: uptight, judgemental, slightly ocd when it comes to cleanliness, stand offish, egotistical, defensive, a know it all. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being challenged, liars. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: virgo

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𝐣𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐨 — late-teens, pogue. a pogue from day one, jade grew up running around the cut getting into trouble and lived to raise hell. nothing’s changed much. she spends most of her time cutting class to sell weed to mom’s at the local park or surfers on the beach. she’s become one of the most successful dealers on the island and is a permanent fixture at kook and boneyard parties, able to get along with everyone and throw punches if needed. she’s well known for getting high with pogues and riding around town in her 1970 chevy chevelle. fc ; chase sui wonders 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (female leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: daniel & ali (parents). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: high school student & weed dealer. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: video games, smoking weed, vaping, skateboarding, swimming, partying. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: a stoner, silly, passive aggressive, a trouble maker, easy going, friendly. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: the cops. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: sagittarius

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𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞 — mid-forties, pogue. val has been a pogue her entire life, living on the fringes of town. her parents never paid much attention to her and she spent her childhood at the beach, riding her bike through town, and getting in trouble with friends. nowadays she mostly keeps to herself and puts all her energy into running the crab shack, a local seafood restaurant. it's one of the only things she's ever fully committed to or been good at. in her twenties, she had a tumultuous relationship with luke maybank that quickly turned abusive. when val got pregnant, she panicked about raising a baby alone and reluctantly tried to make the relationship work. the abuse continued and her alcoholism became so severe that she left in the middle of the night, leaving a letter. a one year old jj was left behind to be raised by his father and val left town. after getting sober and staying that way for several years, she returned and worked towards opening up her own restaurant. not wanting to disrupt jj's life, she and luke agreed to not tell him who she was. fc ; amy adams 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: jj maybank (biological son) note: unless discussed prior to threads, val & luke are the only people who know that jj is her son. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: owner of the crab shack restaurant 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: arcades, the ocean, aquariums, reading about marine life, watching nature documentaries, being alone. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: rough around the edges, direct, quiet but speaks up when necessary, tough, protective, resilient, self loathing, & secretive. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: most kooks, mistreatment of animals, small children, obnoxious customers. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: capricorn

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𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 — five to nine, kook. fc ; violet mcgraw write exclusively with @soughtserenity & @obxland's rafe cameron 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: rafe cameron (father), shelby beckett-cameron (mother), ward cameron (grandfather), rose cameron (grandmother), sarah cameron (aunt), wheezie cameron (aunt) 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: anything barbie themed, board games, playing with stuffed animals, ballet, ice cream, the ocean, aquariums, hanging out with her parents and her friends. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: friendly, curious, demanding, talkative, empathetic. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: green food, spiders, sharks, scary movies. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: aries

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𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 — eight to ten, kook-pogue. poppy was adopted by the pierce family three years after her older sister, daisy. she was given up by her parents at birth, but has never been told why. aside from abandonment issues, poppy is well adjusted and very close with her parents and daisy who she's very attached too (some would say too much so). she can usually be found running around in the woods with friends or wandering off somewhere she's not supposed to be. fc ; ariana greenblatt write exclusively with @soughtserenity & @obxland's muses 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: mark & julia (adoptive parents), daisy (adoptive older sister) 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: surfing, soccer, swimming, riding horses, video games. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: chaotic, loud, obnoxious, annoying, precocious, nosey, always hungry. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being ignored, feeling abandoned, the dark, rafe cameron. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: leo

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𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨-𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 — mid to late-twenties, kook. fc ; shay mitchell write exclusively with @soughtserenity's topper thornton 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: topper thornton (husband), dante & esmeralda (parents), two older sisters, one younger brother, several nieces & nephews 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: nursing resident. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: making her patients smile, getting her nails done, shopping, reality television (love island, esp.), laying out at the beach, gossiping with her girlfriends or topper, traveling, swimming, tennis, & golf. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: high energy, sweet, indecisive, thoughtful, a romantic at heart. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: negativity. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: cancer.

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