#anyways i’ll make this prettier when i get home.

[confessionsandcreampies]

hey mama …. It’s my birthday today and I was wondering if you could do somthing for me but if not there’s no pressure I hate getting pressured in my asks so I won’t do so to you…..

I’m a soccer player and I’m recovering from my ankle nearly snapping in half cause my team mate stepped on me when I fell so I was wondering if you could write for the blk boys cheering her up when she misses the game and isn’t able to play ever again (what’s most likely to happen to me 😭) idk if not that’s fine love you mama

I’m so sorry baby. Happy Birthday, I hope that brings a small smile to your beautiful face. I’ll think of you.

it happened so fast you didn’t even feel it. the snap. horrifying, clean, final. you hit the grass with a scream that didn’t sound like your own. the world tilted, and the pain came surging seconds later, white-hot and undeniable. it wasn’t just a sprain. not a twisted ankle, not a fracture. it was a full break. surgery. screws and months of recovery. and then the sentence you never thought would be yours:

“you won’t be able to play again. not professionally. not at the level you were training for.”

that night, you cried until your stomach hurt. you couldn’t look at your cleats. your uniform. the signed ball on your shelf. you couldn’t turn on the tv. couldn’t even scroll through the blue lock group chat without choking up. because you knew they were still training, still fighting for their dreams and you were benched forever. but you didn’t expect them to come.

the first one is isagi. the knock on your door is soft but persistent, and when you open it, he’s standing there with a stupidly big duffle bag and a plastic container of lemon soda.

“can i come in?” he asks like he’s scared you’ll slam the door in his face.

you don’t. he doesn’t say “i’m sorry.” doesn’t try to tell you it’ll be okay. he just sits on the floor beside your couch and starts talking about drills, about ego being a bastard, about how rin and shidou almost killed each other over who gets the better locker.

“i can’t imagine how it feels,” he says finally. “but… you were part of this. part of us. that doesn’t change now.” his voice wavers a little. you don’t cry. you just sit beside him and drink the soda.

later that night, your phone buzzes with a message from barou.

get ready. i’m outside. don’t make me come in.

you think he’s joking. he isn’t. he brings you outside to his car where he’s packed a full takeout bag of your favorite food. every last thing you used to order after practice. barou doesn’t speak much, but when you sit beside him, legs curled up in his passenger seat, he keeps glancing at your cast with that deep scowl on his face like he wants to fight whatever god allowed it to happen.

“you worked harder than anyone,” he mutters. “shit’s unfair. i know that. but you don’t disappear now. you hear me?” barou doesn’t cry, but when you nod and reach for the fries, he looks away like he might.

the next morning bachira arrives. he doesn’t knock. he’s already halfway through your window like a goblin, arms full of coloring books, a pikachu plush and a giant heart-shaped cookie.

“what the hell are you doing?” you whisper-scream.

“i’m cheering you up!” he grins. “like in the movies!”

bachira insists on building you a pillow fort. he forces you to color with him while he hums nonsense and occasionally stares at your ankle like he wants to paint it neon pink to make it prettier. you’re laughing before you realize it snotty, sniffling, full-belly laughter.

“don’t forget,” he says as you flop back into your pillows, “you’re still one of my favorite monsters.”

then there’s nagi, who shows up four days later with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a grumpy expression.

“reo made me come,” he yawns, flopping onto your couch.

you roll your eyes. “then go home?”

“no,” he says, curling up beside you. “i wanted to see you anyway.”

he ends up staying for five hours. just lying there. sharing snacks. showing you stupid videos. at one point he mutters, “i always thought you’d be the first to go pro. it pissed me off.”

you nudge his shoulder. “thanks?”

“i meant it in a good way,” he sighs. “you inspired me. so don’t stop. even if it’s different now.” it’s the gentlest thing you’ve heard all week.

rin doesn’t visit at first. he sends a single message.

i don’t know what to say to you.

but the day after your first post-op checkup, he’s at your door with a small black box. you open it. inside is a pendant. your jersey number carved in steel, attached to a fine chain.

rin doesn’t make eye contact when he mutters, “you’re still a player. whether you’re on the field or not.”

when you hug him, his arms hesitate before wrapping around you, tight and protective.

even shidou shows up. he throws pebbles at your window like a delinquent in a high school drama.

“you better not be dead in there,” he shouts when you peek through the curtain.

you limp your way to the porch, only for him to toss a hoodie at you. his hoodie.

“don’t ask,” he grumbles. “i just figured you needed a win.”

he ends up sitting with you under the stars, long legs stretched out, voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “you were fun to play against,” he says. “even better to flirt with.”

you snort.

“i’m serious.” he looks at you. “this isn’t the end. it’s just a shitty detour.”

the last one to come is kaiser. you didn’t think he would. he wasn’t even at blue lock when it happened. but he does. no announcement. a knock on the door and there he is, leaning against the frame in sunglasses like a damn celebrity. he doesn’t say much. just hands you a jersey. one with your name across the back.

“i pulled a few strings,” he says. “it’s a mock-up. for if you ever want to coach. or commentate. or just feel like you belong again.”

you stare at it, shaking. “i don’t know if i can,” you whisper.

kaiser shrugs. “you don’t have to know yet. just don’t give up on being part of the world.”

in the weeks that follow they keep coming. small things. rin sends you game footage with detailed analysis. bachira doodles you as a super-powered football god. isagi makes you promise to help him strategize when his next match airs. barou sends you his workout regimen like he expects you to memorize it. nagi and reo invite you to chill every weekend. even shidou texts you whenever he sees something that “reminds him of your badass tackle game.”

you’re not on the field anymore, but you’re still with them. you’re still part of the fight. and somehow, in the wreckage of your dream, they’ve built you something softer, something that feels like a team anyway.

something that still says: you were one of us and you still are.

[popcornpoppypop]

Butterfly

A/N: Well, The Pitt dragged my depressed ass back into fanfic writing and this weird, depressed, little guy has wedged himself into my brain and will not leave. Be gentle, it's been a while! I have a few stories with this OC, kind of a series but not really. Enjoy!

Summary: Callie is vet tech with a silly sense of humor. Jack Abbot was immediately obsessed. When she lands herself in The Pitt from a work injury, Jack falls apart.

Warnings: Blood, medical inaccuracies, mentions of death, facial trauma, dog bite

Word Count: 3,295 (it took me and ran)

It was one of those moments  where everything had to line up perfectly to happen. The butterfly effect some call it. If Callie had stayed home like she wanted to that rainy Tuesday afternoon, she wouldn’t have gone to work and she wouldn’t have had to deal with the aggressive chihuahua and she wouldn’t have gotten bit and she wouldn’t have had to go to the ER and she wouldn’t have met Dr. Jack Abbot and she wouldn’t have flirted her ass off until his face turned beet red and they wouldn’t have gone out for coffee and they wouldn’t have slowly and completely fallen in love. She thinks about it a lot.

“So, what bit you?” Dr. Abbot asks as he pulls his gloves on with a snap.

“The most feared creature in all of veterinary medicine.” Callie sighed, mocking terror.

“What? A rottweiler? German Shepherd?” Jack looked at her with a flat expression.

“Chihuahua. Vicious little fuckers.” Callie snorted. Jack stared at her for a long beat before a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, one he was clearly trying to subdue.

“Never understood why anyone wanted one of those rats in their house anyway.” He said as he pulled the overhead light into position to examine the wound on her forearm.

“Sometimes they can be cute. But it is few and far between, at least when I see them.” Callie winced as Jack prodded at the wound.

“Well, he got you good. We’ll clean the wound out and give you some pain management, antibiotics. Can’t close it though. Dogs mouths are nasty things.”

“Like yours is better?”

“Excuse me?”

“It was a joke. I’m joking. You should give it a try.” Callie winked.  Jack stared again, almost frozen with what to do. He was not unfamiliar with being flirted with at work. Hell, Myrna said some pretty vulgar shit most days. This woman, she was something else. He couldn’t quite figure out why, besides the fact that she was stunning. But pretty people rarely interest him. 

“I, uh, will be back. With antiseptic.” He gave a curt nod, rolled his chair back so hard it flew into the wall when he stood up. He closed the curtain and stomped over to the nurses station.

“Dana you got a nurse free to clean out the wound in 7?”

“They are all taken for the next twenty-ish minutes, can send them that way when I have one.” She said, her readers falling down her nose. Jack fidgeted for a moment before growling as he ran his hands through his hair.

“What’s up your ass? They being that bad?” Dana smirked.

“No. No, that woman is just the kind of person to throw me off.”

“She was very pretty. Nice, too. But you’ve had prettier patients.” Dana looked him up and down, hands on her hips.

“No. No, I haven’t. She’s fucking silly.” Jack groaned, his frustration making his face flush.

“Silly? That’s what does it for you?” Dana didn’t try to hide the laugh.

“Fuck yeah it does. I’ll go clean it. If I’m not out in fifteen minutes, send someone to rescue me.” He grabbed supplies and headed back to bed 7.

“No use, you’re already a goner!” Dana shouted, shaking her head.

Two years later, Callie was still making terrible jokes to make Jack laugh. Others would try to get him to laugh, telling the same jokes, but he wouldn’t flinch. They were only funny when she said them.

They would talk medicine with each other often, Jack was fascinated with the difference between Veterinary medicine and human medicine. Intrigued by the creativity of it. Callie was in awe of how fast emergency medical staff had to think and move, like a well-oiled machine.

Callie was a good technician. She had been doing the job in various forms since she was out of high school. She was efficient and quick. Most days she was quick. Most days she could read a dog or cat like a book. Knew when they were going to bite before they did. Today, she was not so quick. Today her reading was off. She was tired and she thought the cute golden retriever was nice and calm and would be fine to get subcutaneous fluids on her own. The needle went in and the dog turned and took a bite at her face. She fell backwards, the dog was pulled off by her coworker. She felt the warm blood trickling down her neck.

She was confused for a moment, there wasn’t pain. She felt fine, but when she put her hand on her cheek she felt the flesh missing and the blood, she saw the blood. But the pain wasn’t there. It made her panic. Did something happen to her brain? Next thing she knew, paramedics were in front of her asking questions.

“Just get her in the rig before she bleeds out!” one of her coworkers yelled.

“I want to go to Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. My boyfriend works there, please.” Was the last thing she said before she was overwhelmed and passed out.

“We got a trauma coming in, ETA 7 minutes.” Dana called out.

“I swear, I’m never switching shifts with Collins again.” Jack groaned as he grabbed gloves from the wall dispenser.

“She is hard to say no to.” Robby laughed.

“What’s coming?” Langdon asked, practically drooling.

“Uh, looks like a dog bite to the face, female, mid-thirties.” She said looking up to meet Jack’s eyes.

“It’s not her. They would have called you, it’s not her.” Robby patted Jack’s shoulder, it didn’t stop the ice from flowing through his veins.

“Damn, that sucks. That’s why I tell my kids to keep their face away from the dog. You never know. The way some people just act like dogs are stuffed animals is crazy! Maybe she’ll learn her lesson.” Langdon prattled on.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jack growled. Langdon went white and took a few steps back. The paramedics came bursting in with their patient; blood covered the gurney.

“Female, mid-thirties, vet tech was performing treatments on a patient when it attacked. Bite to the face and neck, took some of her cheek with her. She lost consciousness not long after we got there. She requested to come here. Said her boyfriend works here.” The medic said. As Callie’s face came into his view, Jack felt his knees try and buckle.

“Fuck.” Was all he could get out.

“Jack you sit this out. We got her.” Robby pushed him out of the way as he and Langdon brought her into the trauma bay. Jack followed but stopped outside the door.

“Jack! Jack, oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Liz, one of Callie’s coworkers came running up and throwing her arms around him.

“I tried to call you and warn you, my phone wouldn’t get reception in the rig. They wouldn’t radio to let you know, they were kind of pricks honestly.” She rambled.

“Liz what the fuck happened?” Jack asked, his voice strained.

“we were so damn busy today, someone called out and corporate has us on quotas and if the clinic doesn’t make them it’s a whole thing. Anyway, she thought this dog was fine to give subq fluids to alone, she does it all the time. She was off today, kept saying she was tired. He just spun around and got her in the face. God, her cheek was on the floor. Her fucking cheek!�� Liz said through tears. Jack put his hands on her shoulders to steady her.

“It’s okay, Liz. You got her here that’s what’s important. Dana? Can you put Liz in the family room? I’ll come by when I have information.” He promised as Dana walked her away.

She was so still as they worked on her. Her face, oozing blood onto the floor, it was thick as it had mixed with her saliva. He could see some of her teeth exposed through the wound. The tear at her neck was less extreme but too close to her carotid for his comfort. He wasn’t paying any attention to what they were saying or really what they were doing.

“You know they have her.” Dana put a hand on his shoulder.

“Wouldn’t let anyone but Robby touch her. Robby and Princess.” He sniffed.

“She’s a tough girl.”

“She’s going to need reconstructive surgery.”

“She’s going to be okay.” Dana squeezed his arm. He stood, still as stone, his expression the same.

Robby came walking out, throwing his gloves in the trash.

“She’s stable, she lost a lot of blood, we gave about two units. Surgery is taking her from here. But she’s going to be okay, Jack.”

“Who’s on surgery today?” Jack didn’t dare take his eyes off Callie.

“Walsh is on trauma. Craig is on for plastics. I made sure they were bringing him in.”

“She was tired today. Liz said she kept saying she was tired.” Jack’s monotone voice made Dana wince.

“This was a freak thing. She didn’t cause anything.” Robby said.

“She was slow because she was tired because I asked her to stay up late with me. There was a stupid eclipse last night. Didn’t get to totality until 2am. She’s here because of me.” There was a slight quiver to his voice.

“No, Jack, don’t do that.” Dana grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to face her. They both know that he’s let her.

“As if she couldn’t look at the stupid fucking moon any other night.”

“Hey! This was not your fault. If it’s anyone’s it’s those damn corporations working them to the bone for fucking quotas! Hell, this is barely the dog's fault!” Dana said, trying to keep Jack’s feet on the ground.

Jack nodded, wanting to stop the talking. He wasn’t going to be convinced this wasn’t his fault.

When Callie was brought out of surgery, her face was bandaged with gauze. It had already started to swell and turn five different shades of purple and blue.  Jack felt a stab to the gut when he saw her. He could only imagine what the pain was like.

It was during the early hours of the next morning when she started to stir. Jack was sleeping in the most uncomfortable chair in the hospital, his hand firmly in hers. She groaned as she tried to open her eyes. Jack felt the slight movement of her hand and was immediately awake.

“Callie? Honey?” He smoothed the hair from her forehead.

“Jack?” She croaked.

“Hey, how are you feeling? How’s the pain?” He asked, searching her eyes for the truth, knowing she would say it wasn’t bad to spare anyone from going out of their way for her.

“It fucking hurts. My face is mincemeat.” She sighed. Jack nodded, hitting the call button and demanding she get more pain relief.

“I’m sorry, love. I shouldn’t have made you stay up late. It wasn’t worth it.” He looked at the ground, ashamed.

“Hey, no. It wasn’t you. It wasn’t anyone. Just one of those things. I don’t regret it.” She tried her best to smile.

“I fucking do.”

“Naw. I got to see an eclipse, I got to see you being a big space nerd.” She squeezed his hand.

“I’m not a nerd.”

“Huge. Huge nerd. I like seeing you like that. Like…it’s what you were like before everything. A little glimpse at ‘Past Jack’. I love this Jack, but you keep that part locked up. I don’t need to question it, I understand. It’s nice when I get to see the whole picture. Besides, corporate is going to be giving me a big check when I blame this on them.” Callie huffed a laugh. Jack nodded looking at the ground, knowing her efforts to assuage his guilt were futile.

“They said it’ll be a few days until you can come home. They got you on some intense IV antibiotics.” He changed the subject away from himself.

“How bad is it?” Callie asked, her voice small. Jack hated it. She was never small. She was big and boisterous and loud and funny and all the things he wasn’t.

“They were able to graft the skin and close the wound.” Jack cleared his throat, he knew what she was really asking.

“Jack…what do I look like?” Her voice wavered.

“I honestly haven’t seen it fully since surgery. What I can see now, you’re swollen and bruised but still you.” He traced little anxious patterns on her hand.

“I want to see.” Callie straightened herself upright.

“I think you have a dressing change soon. But, usually we don’t recommend seeing this kind of thing until it’s more healed.”

“I want to see my face.” The tears were starting to sting her eyes as she fought them.

“Okay. Give me a second.” He grumbled as he got up and went to the nurse’s station.

“What can I do for you Dr.Abbot?” one of them asked, smile plastered on her face that didn’t quite meet her eyes.

“I know she doesn’t have a dressing change for a little bit, but she wants to see it.” He fiddled with a pen on the desk.

“Oh. Um, I can do the change in a bit, but we don’t let them see the damage for at least two days. It’s better once the swelling goes down.”

“I know that. I do. But, she’s set her mind.” “Dr. Abbot, it’s direct medical orders from Dr. Craig that she not see herself for two days, I can’t go against that.”

“Then get him on the phone!” Jack barked, startling the nurses.

“Jack?” Robby called from the end of the hallway, gift basket in hand, “hey man, let’s take a walk.” He pulled him down the hall.

“I’m not being stubborn. She wants to see, I told her why they don’t want to let her, she wants it. I’m going to get her what she wants!” Jack rubbed his hands down his face.

“I know you’re feeling guilty about this, but man, you know how these things go. You can’t be going above doctors heads.”

“Robby, she is going to have scars on her face for the rest of her life because of me. Everyone keeps saying it’s just a random turn of events. It’s bullshit you all are trying to get me to swallow, even her. If we had just gone to bed when we were supposed to none of this would have happened.” His voice was thick with emotion.

“if they had staffed them properly, if they didn’t have outrageous quotas to meet, if they had better equipment, better management none of this would have happened. It doesn’t always come back to you. Even if she had been wide awake and full of caffeine this still would have happened because of all the other shit.” Robby stopped at the end of the hallway.

“She said she’s going to make corporate pay.” Jack sighed.

“as she should.” Robby chuckled. “Look, you need to get your shit together right now. She is going to need you now more than ever. Her whole identity is going to be different. She isn’t going to feel like herself and she is probably going to feel like her appearance is going to drive you away. Show her that’s not true. I swear, if I hear you leave her, it won’t be just me coming for you.”

“I can’t live without her, Robby.” Jack bowed his head to hide the tears.

“I know, brother.” Robby wrapped an arm around him.

“Dr. Abbot?” The nurse cleared her throat. “yeah?”

“Dr. Craig said, and this is him I’m quoting, ‘if that stubborn ass thinks she can handle it he can do the dressing change.’ So, it’s up to you.” The nurse shrugged.

“Get me the dressing change supplies, please.”

“Jack,”

“Robby, she needs to see. We know that the healing process isn’t the same for everyone. I know her. She needs this.” Jack stomped back to the room. When he entered he could see the redness in her eyes, he kept it to himself.

“Robby’s here, is it ok for him to come in? He can help me with the dressing change.” Jack tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.  She nodded, not trusting her voice.  Jack went and grabbed the supplies from the nurse and ushered Robby into the room.

“Hey kid, you scared the shit out of us.” He smiled.

“Gotta keep you on your toes. Must of have been a fun one for the med students.” Callie laughed.

“Oh Jack made sure they weren’t anywhere near you.” Robby laughed.

“I thought this was a teaching hospital? Surely this was good teaching case.” Callie shot Jack a look that could kill.

“Wasn’t going to risk it.” He stated.

“Anyway, everyone downstairs wanted you know they were thinking of you. All chipped in and got you this basket, not a healthy thing insight.” He said putting the basket on the nightstand next to her bed.

“That’s sweet. Thank you. I’m sorry he’s been extra grouchy. I’d keep the interns out of his way for a while.” Callie smiled.

“Way ahead of you.” Robby winked.

“We’re going to change the dressing now, it might sting a bit, you might feel it pull at the skin. Let me know if it’s too much.” Jack pulled his gloves on.

He gently unwrapped the gauze from Callie’s face. The cotton pads that stuck to her face gave some trouble, Callie winced as he pulled them off. The skin was sutured closed and was bruised and red. The sutures went from the bottom of her chin up to her cheekbone with a line going down her neck about three inches. Jack swallowed harder than he meant when he saw it. It looked so painful and dramatic. His chest tightened and he couldn’t speak without breaking.

Robby looked over at him, nudging him to say something, anything. When Jack didn’t move, he took the mirror and handed it to Callie. He held it down in her hands for a moment.

“Remember that the sutures need to be removed and the swelling and bruising will go down. It’s going to be very different.” Robby warned.

“I know.” Callie said.  She lifted the mirror with shaky hands and took in her reflection. She couldn’t stop the tears, she didn’t want to. They flowed silently down her face, stinging the sensitive skin.

“Dr. Craig did a great job. The Sutures are some of the best I’ve ever seen.” Robby told her, trying to give her some solace.

Jack started cleaning the wound, his eyes red. He focused on the medicine. Keeping it clean and dry. Wrapping it up with precision. He had no idea Robby had left until Callie had put a hand to his face, pulling him back to earth.

“I have to ask this question because it won’t stop banging around my brain. I know the answer, I just need to hear it. Will you still think I’m pretty with all of this?” Her voice cracked as she fought through the sobs.

Jack looked at her with shock and disbelief. How could she think he had nothing but devotion for her?

“I love you. I will always love you. You will always be the most stunning woman on the planet. This changes nothing, not for me. You have me, heart and soul. What’s left of them at any rate.” He pulled her in for a soft kiss, tender but delicate, afraid to hurt her further.

“I think that’s what the kids call a simp.” Callie giggled.

“Seriously? Now?”

“Gotta keep you from breaking down completely.” She smiled up at him.

“I love you.”

“Ditto” ��

[demie90s]

After a big win, the team is buzzing on the ride home. Reader is tangled in a flirtationship with multiple girls — Paige drapes her arm over the reader, Nika teases her, Azzi offers her snacks, and Ice rests her head on her shoulder. It’s unclear who likes who… until someone finally says, “We could just all date you, you know.”

Pick One? Nah.

UConn WBB x fem!reader

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Summary: After a big win, the team’s high off adrenaline—and me.

Warnings: Flirtationship chaos, team tension, soft poly hints, teasing, mutual thirst

Word count: ~ 0.6k

We were fresh off a win, energy still high as hell, the bus loud like we’d just won a championship instead of a regular-season game. Everyone was talking over each other—KK was arguing with Jana about who had the best assist, Nika was blasting music from a speaker nobody asked for, and Paige had her arm draped across my shoulders like she paid rent there.

I wasn’t thinking too much about it. Not at first.

I’d gotten used to the attention. The “flirtationships.” The lingering looks. The low-key touches. I flirted back just enough to keep things playful, just enough to stay in that safe little in-between space.

Nika leaned across the aisle, grinning like a devil, and said, “You get prettier every time we win, you know that?”

I smirked, side-eyed her. “So what happens when we lose?”

She grinned wider. “Guess I’ll have to distract you.”

Meanwhile, Paige was still leaning into me like she belonged there, whispering commentary about the bus driver, her breath warm against my ear. She wasn’t slick. Never had been. And she never broke a sweat doing it either.

Azzi popped up from the seat in front of us and offered me a pack of fruit snacks like it was gold. “You didn’t eat after the game,” she said, holding it out with both hands. “It’s the good kind.”

I took them. “You always come through.”

She shrugged. “I care.”

And then Ice—quiet, steady Ice—shifted in her seat next to me, pulled her hood over her head, and rested it on my shoulder like it was routine. Didn’t say a word. Just… settled there.

I sat there in the middle of all of it, staring out the window with a smirk I couldn’t fight off. Part of me was eating it up. The other part? Wondering how the hell I got here.

Then, mid-convo, while Paige was still fake-whispering in my ear, while Nika was tossing gummy bears at Azzi, while Ice was lightly breathing against my hoodie, someone said it.

Loud. Clear. Casual. From the back of the bus.

“You know… we could just all date you.” The whole bus went quiet. Even the music stopped.

Nika blinked. Paige pulled back slightly, just enough to look me in the face. Azzi laughed under her breath like she wasn’t surprised. Ice didn’t even move—just gripped my arm tighter like she was claiming her spot.

I looked up. “Who said that?”

Jana raised a hand from the back. “Just saying. You got us all whipped anyway. Might as well make it official.”

KK screamed. Paige shook her head, laughing. Nika muttered, “She’s not wrong.” Azzi bit her lip and looked out the window.

I stretched my legs out, leaned back into my seat, and smiled like the most spoiled girl alive.

Paige let out this low little “heh” like the idea genuinely amused her. But she didn’t move her arm. In fact, she draped it back over me with even more intention, fingers brushing against my collarbone like she was daring me to test her.

Nika blinked slow and said, “Okay, but let’s not act like I haven’t been treating you like my girlfriend this entire time.”

Azzi added, “And I bring you food… every day.”

Ice? She just sighed softly in my hoodie and didn’t lift her head. Like she already decided.

I looked around the bus at all of them—Paige cocky and chill, Nika dramatic and unbothered, Azzi soft and solid, Ice comfortable as hell—and I tried not to laugh.

“Y’all serious right now?” I asked, eyes wide, mock shocked. “This a proposal or a group threat?”

Jana yelled from the back, “It’s a petition!”

KK: “It’s destiny.”

I turned to Paige first. “You cool with sharing?”

She shrugged. “If you act right.” Then leaned in closer and added, “If not, I’ll just keep you to myself.”

Nika scoffed loud enough to wake Ice. “Please. She’d be bored in two days. I’m the one with the patience.”

Azzi whispered, “I don’t need to share if we’re all in it together. That’s the point, right?”

Ice mumbled, “Just don’t make me talk about my feelings and I’m good.”

I blinked. Paused. Then grinned like the damn villain I am. “So y’all wanna date me.”

“Yes.”. “Obviously.”. “You’re the one holding it up.”. “I need a docuseries on this immediately.”

I held my hands up. “Okay. Damn. Fine. Y’all win.” The whole bus exploded.

Aubrey screamed. Dom yelled, “OH IT’S A THROUPLE—NO WAIT—QUADRUPLE?!”

kK: “SOMEONE CALL NETFLIX.”

Even Geno—GENO—texted the group chat and said:

Y’all better still show up to practice. I don’t care who’s dating who. Run my sets.

I leaned back, one hand resting on Azzi’s knee, Paige’s fingers laced through mine, Nika tapping my thigh with hers, Ice’s head back where it belonged.

Yeah. No duh.

@xxsnowxx213 @draculara-vonvamp @kcannon-1436-blog @zizi-bee-yapping @kaliblazin @perksofbeingatrex @soapyonaropey

[toasttt11]

scratches

summary: after a long tiring day you just need cuddles and some head scratches

request: “falling asleep within minutes of you playing with their hair or scratching their back”

connor bedard x reader

She tugged one of Connor’s hoodies on after getting changed out of her work clothes as she just got home from a long work day and all she wanted to do was to go cuddle with her boyfriend and preferably fall asleep on him.

She rubbed her eyes tiredly as she left their bedroom and padded down the hallway toward the living room where Connor was sitting on the couch watching a sports game as he always is.

Connor glanced up his attention changing from the game to her as it always does, he smiled softly seeing her always looking so cozy in his hoodie that was clearly oversized on her, “Feel better?” Connor softly spoke noticing her shoulders lost some tension they held when she came home but she still had the tired look on her face.

“I’ll feel better once we cuddle.” She softly mumbled as she walked around the couch towards him, Connor laughed softly at words expecting them and immediately held out his arms as a invitation letting her climb onto his lap and curl up like a cat in his lap and she was immediately letting out a happy sigh.

Connor smiled down at her as his arms wrapped around pulling her close as she settled her head on her chest, “Better?” Connor softly mused kissing the top of her head as she kept cuddling closer to him.

“Better.” She let out a content sigh mumbling back to her boyfriend.

Connor was just watching her, he much rather stare at her than at the tv, she was much prettier than anyone on the tv anyways.

He saw her eyes peek up at him and he bit back an amused smile knowing what she wants, “Yes?” Connor softly teased as she wants this every time they are cuddling.

“Connie.” She gave him a pout at his teasing and he just folded immediately.

Connor brought his hand up to her hair making her lean into his touch eagerly and he let out an amused huff.

Connor softly brushed his fingers through her tangles before starting to softly scratch her head and he could feel her just melting into him like she does every single time he plays with her hair.

“Love you.” She half mumbled out her eyes already shut as she was quickly falling asleep.

“I love you too baby.” Connor softly spoke kissing the top of her head again.

He gently reached over grabbing the blanket next to him and draping it over her and continued to scratch her head.

There’s no where else he would rather be.

[jjsloverre]

babydaddy!jj taking pouge!reader on their first official date for valentine’s day!

in which… jj is on a mission to man up for you and the baby. his first step is taking you on an official date.

contains… a bit of angst, fluffy fluff, cursing, jjs first step in becoming a better man! (not proofread)

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being with jj wasn’t easy, bitches still flirted, he still acknowledged them, possibly sleeping with them… who knows at this point? he’d been ignoring you and yelling at you for days, you didn’t understand what you were doing wrong, then kiara comes in and says that he’s staying with her instead. figures right?! your best friend, way prettier and she’s not pregnant? jj would have a good time.

“hi pretty, whatcha thinkin bout?”

you were surprised to see jj right there with your favorite pink roses. “went across the world to find these damn flowers for you mama to be! go get ready, i got dinner reservations for us.”

“for what?” you ask confused.

“it’s valentine’s day? i want to take the mother of my child out on a real date, show her how much i appreciate her carrying my child and never giving up. you’re amazing, my superstar.” he kissed your temple, not wanting to overstep your boundaries. “please let me take you out.”

“i don’t really wanna go out.” you lied. it was bullshit. you just didn’t want to be out with him.

“alright… i’ll just sit here then and bring the dinner to you.”

“or you can just go home.” you cut him off. he sensed it, you didn’t want him there. tears welled up in his eyes but he pushed it back. “it’s my only time to take you out, i have work nonstop… im sorry for hurting you i really am, just let me try and make it up.” one tear escapes his eye. you never saw jj cry, not ever. he barley cried when his dad abused him. but he’s crying in your face? all because you don’t want to spend time with him? somethings up.

as fast as the moment came, it left instantly. jj realized you were staring at his tears and quickly wiped them away. “but if you don’t want to spend time together it’s fine. i could take the extra shifts for some more money anyway.” something in you snapped. “sit down.” you demanded. jj immediately sat down, looking for the first time in years, looked nervous.

“did i do something? do you want money? anything you want please just tell me, i don’t want to get yelled at today.. just tell me how to fix it and i will.” you rolled your eyes. “i’m not mad.” jj nodded. he continued to fidget and was over the top nervous. your mind drifted back to the weeks jj calmed you down during doctors appointments, during outings, through it all. the least you could do was cuddle him and tell him everything’s okay.

so you did just that. you wrapped your arms around his trembling body. “look at me.” you demanded. jj reluctantly looked up at you, taking in your beautiful features. he was shaking uncontrollably now, tears welling up in his blue eyes. you quickly kissed his forehead. “shhh baby, everything’s okay.” you whispered to the blonde. in that moment, he was just a lost boy who could never find his way, but somehow; his way was to and with you. “let’s go out today, just like you wanted.” you promised him.

“i wanted to do it for you if you wanted to go.”

“well now i want to go. so go get that cute little outfit you were gonna wear while i put mine on.” jj nodded and kissed your cheek. “thank you for this beautiful. i won’t disappoint you ever again.”

once you arrived to the restaurant hand in hand, you notice that jj had rented the whole place. “this cost my whole fuckin’ check but i wanted you to be happy, oh! and here! i got you your favorite flowers.” jj exclaimed. you were over the moon with the flowers. your pregnancy made you overly emotional and the flowers were icing on the cake, or so you thought.

“order whatever you want beautiful!” you started to see the real jj, he was a really happy boy, a happy boy who was misunderstood. you moved your seat and sat close beside him, laying your head on his shoulder.

“honey— it’s supposed to be a date! you’re supposed to be on the other side so we can hold hands or shit like that.” jj reminded you.

“i wanna be right here. wanna be near you.” jj nodded, and wrapped his arm around your waist, then the waitress comes to your table. “go ahead and order love.”

once you both ordered, you had conversations. conversations about the baby, the potential gender, clothes, living situations, child support all of it. “i’m not putting you on child support jj.” he looked down at you surprised. “really? i mean why?”

“you literally always give me your whole check. maybe one time you gave me 2/4 of your check cause you had to play bills.” you explained to him. “thank you sweetheart. i promise i won’t fuck this up anymore, i’m all yours.”

“speaking of, block kie.” jj was extremely caught off guard. “i don’t have her blocked already? ok well you do it for me and just block anyone you don’t want me talking to.”

“good deal!”

when your food and drinks come, you both dig in, your eyes watered at jj’s plate and instantly wanting it in your mouth. “baby… can i have just a bite?” he smiled and fed you. “taste good sweetheart?”

“i love it! i want more!” he gave you another big bite. “you look so cute eating my food like that.” he cooed at you. suddenly, jj sat you in his lap and pulled your food closer. “i love being this close to you baby, i’m happy you changed your mind about letting me take you out. i wanna do right by you y/n, just want you to be a happy girl and a happy mom.” your heart soared at his words. “you’ll think we’ll make it?” you asked him curiously.

“of course we will, baby you and our child are the only things keeping me held down. if it weren’t for you, i’d probably be getting my ass beat or sitting in a cell, i’m grateful for you and gonna do anything and everything for you.”

“you’re sweet. thank you for this dinner baby. it really helped me open my eyes about our relationship.”

“it’s a relationship now??”

“don’t get too ahead of yourself.” you giggle. “you need to properly ask me.” he nodded and pulled out a small box. “one more gift beautiful.”

he pulls out a stunning necklace and attaches it to your neck. “happy valentine’s day beautiful.”

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[potatoplace]

Let's Dance

💖 Valentine's Collection 2025: Dancing 💖

Morsta x Reader, Azris x Reader

Summary: You and your friends, Mor and Nesta, go out drinking and dancing, though not for long. | Your mates have been neglecting you recently, so you dress up and go out on your own when they don't show for dinner. They find a way to make it up to you.

Warnings: pretty suggestive, smut-adjacent but not smut, flashing ass

Words: 1,423

Author's Note: this was fuuuun I enjoyed the Azris one bcuz I got some mild angst in there lol. Morsta was soooo fun too omg I LOVE THEM. I hope you guys like this one!! Read it on AO3!

18+ only pls

🤍❤️🤍🩶🤍

“You look fantastic tonight, Y/N!” Mor yelled over the music in Rita’s, her eyes roving over you appreciatively. “Let’s dance!”

“Let’s get a drink first!” Nesta suggested from behind you, her hand already on your lower back and guiding you towards the bar. “You know Y/N doesn’t dance unless she’s had three shots!”

“That’s true, Mor, soon I’ll be tipsy enough to let you drag me on the dancefloor for a few hours!” You said to Mor as you leaned against the bar, your blonde friend waving over one of the bartenders.

“We’ll take… eleven shots of tequila, please!” Mor told him, smiling prettily at him to convince him to hand over so many at once. He poured them out, left you some salt and lime wedges, and left the three of you to your business.

Within ten minutes all of the shots were gone, with your two friends having taken an fourth shot. Ten minutes after that and the two of them had dragged you onto the floor with them, you sandwiched between them as the three of you danced to the fast beat pulsing through the club.

Mor’s hands were looped over your shoulders, and Nesta’s resting on your waist for a while before Mor went to get another drink. Nesta pulled your back against her, pressed into her chest as her arms snaked around you, one hand resting between your breasts and the other laying low on your stomach, sending butterflies through you as you swayed to the music, letting yourself follow her lead.

It was always best when you followed her and Mor’s lead, after all. That ended with nights between the sheets, tangled limbs and pleasure beyond what you’d believed possible.

You stayed that way, your eyes closing as you let Nes guide you, until Mor returned, her hands taking residence on your waist, thumbs rubbing teasingly into the fabric of your dress.

“You two look very pretty over here,” Mor said, grinning at the blush that covered your cheeks.

“You’d look even prettier with your mouth on mine,” you said boldly, blushing more when you realized what you’d said. Oh well, it’s what you wanted anyways.

“I’d have to agree with Y/N, Mor. Let’s see it,” Nesta said lowly, her head resting over your shoulder, your mouth brushing against your hair as she spoke.

Mor’s smile only grew as she leaned in, melding her lips to yours in a searing kiss, your hands coming to wrap in her hair, pulling her closer.

You stayed like that until Nesta lowered her mouth to the skin of your neck, nibbling on the sensitive area and making you break away from Mor, breathless.

“Your place?” Nesta asked in your ear, and you nodded. Mor wrapped her arms around the both of you, and soon Rita’s was far behind you.

So much for a long night out…

🤍💙🤍🧡🤍

You were standing at the bar, attempting to wave down a bartender when they found you, all dolled up.

You’d put on your best dress, a ruby red halter dress with a low cut neckline, and a hem that just barely covered your ass. You had even slipped into your most uncomfortable but sexiest red pumps, the ones that Eris had bought you for your 234th birthday. Your hair was curled and makeup was bold, your favorite perfume sprayed over yourself just before you’d left your home.

You felt more beautiful than you had in years, to be honest, what with the two of them so busy with politics and bickering.

So you were teaching them a lesson.

Azriel and Eris both hated it when you wore an outfit like this without them there to protect you, or help you remember to cross your legs.

Tonight, though? You didn’t care.

“What are you doing here? I thought we were having dinner?” Eris asked in your ear, trying to keep the attention to the minimum.

You shot him a surly look. “We were supposed to have dinner, three hours ago!” You hissed at him, glaring at Azriel as well. “So I decided to go out instead, since the two of you can’t be bothered to show up on time.”

Azriel had the decency to look sorry, but Eris didn’t. “We had an important last minute meeting to attend, bunny. I am sorry, but you know that my duties as a High Lord can cause things like this every now and then.”

Your eyes only narrowed further at him, and you moved closer to Azriel. “Every now and then,” you scoffed. “Every now and then has turned into every night, Eris!”

Azriel’s wings twitched, and you saw his shadows head towards Eris, though his foot made contact with Eris’s boot before they reached him. Eris shot him a dirty look, but his demeanor changed.

“I know, princess, and I’m very sorry about that. I promise, I swear that I will do whatever I can to spend more time with you from now on, and at least send a note if I’ll be late,” Eris said, stepping closer to you, a hand offered to you in surrender.

“And I vow to do the same, and help Eris get home in time,” Azriel whispered in your ear, his arms encircling you gently.

It didn’t take more for you to melt into Azriel’s hold and grasp Eris’s hand, tugging him in to you. “You better be telling the truth,” you said before you kissed him softly. You turned your head to claim Azriel’s lips as well. “You too.”

“We are, little mate,” Eris reassured you, his other hand stroking your cheek with a tenderness he rarely showed in public.

“We should have realized sooner, but we will not let you down in the future, Y/N,” Azriel said.

“Now… Would you join me for a dance?” Eris asked, his amber eyes glimmering.

You couldn’t help but smile at that look, and you nodded. “As long as Azzie joins us,” you said, tugging Azriel to the dance floor with you.

The Shadowsinger merely huffed in amusement and took his place behind you, his large wings shielding you from view of most of the bar. Eris stayed in front of you, your eyes locked on his for most of the night as he lead, occasionally dropping you into a dip or spinning you around.

Though once he’d spun you around, Azriel had grumbled about you not wearing any damn panties in such a short dress.

Normally, you’d let the pair of them winnow you straight into the bedroom and use their jealousy for a spicier night in bed, but tonight?

They still needed to be punished.

So every few songs, you’d dance a couple steps away from them and spin before one of them pulled you into their chest, usually Azriel.

Eris, though, was glaring flaming daggers at every male whose eyes lingered on you for more than a second, which you thoroughly enjoyed.

It was a small price to pay for all the dinners that had gone cold and the nights you’d fallen asleep alone.

Near closing time, Azriel had lowered his lips to the shell of your ear, softly brushing against your skin as he spoke. “Have I mentioned just how gorgeous you look tonight?” You shook your head. “Well, you are irresistible in this lovely little outfit, my perfect little mate.”

You blushed as you melted further into him. “Thank you, Azzie.”

“You’re welcome, bunny,” he said before nuzzling his face into your neck, scenting you deeply.

“I agree with our dear Azriel, Y/N, you look absolutely ravishing in this dress, in my color,” Eris murmured in your other ear, his hands running up and down your thighs, thumbs drifting underneath the fabric teasingly. “I’d love to show you just how much I appreciate it.”

You bit your lip and looked at the clock. Four hours, they’d watched you flash other males and had done little more than glare and huff angrily at any males that dared to look at you.

“Why don’t you, then?”

In an instant, you were in Eris’s bedroom, already being laid down on the bed.

Shadows wrapped gently around your wrists and ankles, a favored technique when they planned on edging you for bad behavior.

Their behavior was far worse, but… You couldn’t deny the heat that rushed to your core as you watched the two of them looming over you, eyes hungry.

You had a feeling that tonight would last until dawn, possibly later if you and your mates felt it was necessary.

❤️🩶🤍💙🧡

General Taglist: @daughterofthemoons-stuff @lilah-asteria @meritxellao @twismare @wrenisrad

[listofwhyyouloveher]

You are pumping out these request like a machine goddamn😦

Can I get the boys,separate, with a reader that they've known for a long time getting a glow up? Like they never found her attractive or saw her in a romantic light. But one day she BAM glows up, angsty pleeeaaaseee🙏🏽

Summary: In which you glow up after being rejected by your crush

Warnings: angst, no happy ending sorry.

Author's Note: these are all relatively small and under the same premise sorry!

You had liked your greaser friend for a while, like for a REALLY long time. So when you’d finally worked up enough courage to ask him on a date you felt heartbroken when he turned you down. Later you heard it was because you weren’t ‘pretty enough’. Well fuck that! You decided it was your perfect time to start a massive glow up!

PONYBOY CURTIS

As soon as you stepped into the classroom after everyone had returned from spring break, Pony’s jaw dropped. And so did a lot of other’s. You looked like a new person, so much so that he almost didn’t recognize you if not for your jewlery. God, you were gorgeous. He smiled at you, but you seemed to look right past him. He tried talking to you in the halls but nothing worked. You seemed so busy with your new life that you had barely any time for him.

“Hey Y/n, wait up!”

“Oh hey.” You said, not even looking him in the eyes.

“What’s up, you don’t even try to talk to me anymore,” he laughs awkwardly and you shoot him a confused look.

“Why would I?”

“Well, I mean..I thought you liked me?” He asked, and you scoffed.

“Yeah well not anymore,” you said before walking away.

JOHNNY CADE

You were hanging out at the lot by yourself when you turned around to find Johnny staring at you. His mouth was open in shock.

“Y/n?” He asked, truly blown away with how good you looked.

“Hey,” you said, trying to be respectful.

“Oh my god, haven’t seen you since..” his voice trails off and you cringe. The last time you talked to him you confessed and he politely declined, only to go off and laugh at you with Dallas later on.

“Yeah, that was my mistake,” you shrug, completely over him if it wasn’t for the embarrassment of it all.

“Mistake?” He asked, you catch the hurt washing over his face.

“Mhm, one big mistake that I’ll never make again.” You smile at him, milking your revenge for everything it was worth.

“Oh,” he said softly before you shrugged and walked away.

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop was kind of like a big deal because of how good-looking he was. So when you walked into class looking like the next Miss Oklahoma rumours started to spread about how the hottest girl and guy would get together. Soda approached you during lunch, a huge smile plastered on his face.

“Hey, Y/n”. You narrowed your eye before speaking.

“Uh, hi.”

“I was wondering, if maybe you wanted to go to the drive-in with me tomorrow?” He asked. You nearly choked on your own spit.

“Hell no!” You laughed and Soda looked shocked.

“What?”

“I said no, now can you move? You’re in my way” You said before shoulder checking him while walking off.

STEVE RANDLE

Steve had seen you walking down the road looking prettier than the morning sun and was absolutely stunned by how much brighter and happier you looked. Your hair was perfect and so was your skin. He wanted to talk to you but he was too scared, so when he went home he immediately dialed up your number on the nearest pay-phone.

“Hello?” Your voice rang out from the phone and Steve smiled.

“Hey Y/n, uh, it’s me Steve, I saw you walking down the road but was too nervous to talk to you…anyways, would you like to maybe go out sometime?” He rambled into the phone, expecting you to jump on his offer like you would’ve when you confessed. Instead you just sighed,

“Pussy” and the phone clicked signalling that you hung up, leaving him standing there in shock.

TWO BIT MATTHEWS

You had always admired Two-Bit’s humor, but now it was too much. He was going around town telling people how he always knew you’d end up pretty and that you were going to practically run back into his arms when he asks you out. You cringed just thinking about ‘running into his arms’. So when you saw Two-Bit walking with his gang you took your chance.

“Two-Bit!” You called from across the street, running over to him. You watched as his guys hyped him up and he nudged them with an ‘I told you so’ look.

“Hey Y/n, how’s it been?”

“Good! Been hearing a lot about you recently.” You feigned a smile.

“Really? Like what?” he smirked.

“Like the fact you're telling people that I'd got ‘running into your arms if you gave me the chance’! Which is why I'm actually talking to you right now, I’d like to clear the air and say I'm totally over you. I know my league and you are definitely below it! Bye!” You giggled before running off, leaving him standing in shock with his gang.

DARRY CURTIS

You had known Darry in high-school. He was popular and you were not, so it made sense that he rejected you. However when you saw him approaching you at the drive in, the pain and embarrassment came crashing back down on you.

“Y/n,” he said to you, as if testing the waters. You nodded in his direction before turning your attention back towards the screen.

“How have you been, you, uh, you look good.” He said awkwardly and you glance at him.

“I'm fine.” You tensed up when he sat next to you.

“Hey, uh, do you….are you free next week?” He asked hopefully and you scoffed.

“Hell no”

“Really Y/n? Is this all because I rejected you?” You glared at him, livid over the fact that he would bring that up. “Look, I was under a lot of pressure.. I'm sorry”

“Doesn't make it hurt any less.” You mumbled before getting out of your seat and leaving the drive in.

DALLAS WINSTON

Dally only likes pretty chick's, and you learned that after he whistled at you as you passed. You of course returned the favor by shouting a harsh ‘fuck off!’ which left him open-mouthed in shock.

“Y/n?” he asked, a grin starting to form on his face.

“What,” you glared at him, eyes narrowing in anger.

“Damn, you look good!” He said, taking a step closer to you and examining you.You got pissed and pushed him back away from you.

“What? I'm just tryna compliment you!” He said, stumbling back.

“Fuck off, Dallas. I mean it.” You snapped at him before stalking away.

[pdpenpals]

Hiii could I get a love letter from pdh!vylad.

For context he’s sending it to his gf/ reader who he’s away from at the moment because he’s on vacation with his family and lost his phone or just wanted to write her a personal physical letter so it would never get lost in there text. She/her pronouns please.

hey, nonnie! this prompt’s pretty lovely, actually. i’ve always wanted to write to friends (and i suppose those who’ve set my heart ablaze) while traveling myself, letting them know what i’m thinking of, feeling, and seeing in the moment, but they all just end up as messages unsent that i hoard under my bed like a dragon, haha!

anyway, i’m hoping you find that this delivery does this ro’meave justice. i’ll be honest with you, i had the most fun making the envelope header accompanying this request. enjoy!

what promises to be a boring day is immediately taken back when the mailman pops up at your doorstep unexpectedly. he usually never shows up unless there are bills to be paid. the envelope looks and smells pretty old, but the date listed on its back indicates it was clearly made in the last week at the very least. a smile creeps onto your face when you recognize the handwriting, and you waste no time opening it up when you’re in the privacy of your own room, careful not to damage the stamp sealing it. it’s way too pretty to break, and you want to keep it.

not only is there a letter inside, but three laminated bookmarks. they contain real pressed flowers against a painted background. it’s a bit reminiscent of some art movement vylad mentioned before. art nouveau, was it? just like the rest of the materials used to make this letter, it appears to be pretty…antique. not that it’s a bad thing! it feels just like receiving a little time capsule, a blast from the past if you will. 

but irene above, the more time you spend not reading, the more you miss him. you carefully unfold the paper and let your eyes glaze over the paper.

Hey! 

Missed y (too desperate? hope you don't mind.)

Hope this reaches you as soon as it can. Did all the bookmarks make it in one piece? Do you like them? I’ve looked high and low through some pretty old catalogs to see where they came from and how much they sold for, but it would seem that they’re all individually handpainted and hand-pressed, therefore one of a kind.

I’m still quite bummed that I didn’t get a choice between going here or not during break. It was all so last minute! But I’ll be honest: O’Khasis is much prettier than I remember. What isn’t pretty is that Aunt Tilly (apparently she’s not our actual aunt? I guess we’re just used to calling her that.) absolutely insists that the place we spend our vacation at just happens to have no signal. Before, I absolutely wouldn’t have minded as there’s so much to do around here, but I can’t help but lie awake at night with the guilt eating at me thinking about how your messages must not be reaching my inbox. I’m sorry for not finding a way sooner. If anything, I didn’t quite expect the way this letter would find its way to you.

One thing you need to know is that up until yesterday, Aunt Tilly did not like me. At all. It kind of broke my heart a little as a kid because I didn’t know why. Now I can name a few reasons, but that’s not really what’s important right now. As usual, she would come with boxes full of stuff that she brought home from where she’s based abroad and let us pick what we wanted. There were a few old books and vintage clothes that interested me, but what caught my eye the most were the pressed flower bookmarks you got in this very envelope. And that’s just a fraction of them! You’d be amazed to see how many of them are in the collection.

Anyway, Aunt Tilly seemed reluctant to give them to me, even surprised to see that they were in the box in the first place. But ever since that, she’s warmed up to me, and it’s honestly much more terrifying than the times she’s barely acknowledged me. I should be upfront about it and ask her why soon. I suppose now should be the time to say that she even helped me pick out which flowers would be on the bookmarks I sent you. Says I should treat it like I’m actually picking out a bouquet or something. That woman takes her flowers seriously. At least now she knows she isn’t the only one in the family with an interest in floriography. She seemed even more delighted learning this letter was for a special someone, so she talked Mom and Dad into letting me have a few hours to myself in the town nearby just to have this letter delivered. I’m grateful to get a bonding experience with her out of this, but I really need to figure out what brought on this sudden change. Will definitely update you about it in another letter. This is quite fun, actually. Writing to you, pen on paper, feels way more personal, don’t you think?

Back to the bookmarks though, I’m not sure if you can read the text on them, but if I had to pick out a bouquet for you right now, I’d choose these three. Imagine the following with me now, will you? White clovers, balsamine, and pale red carnations. I don’t trust the Internet at the moment to be able to give you the exact message I want to convey, and I think it’s something better said in person. 

I promise I’ll make things up to you when I get back soon. A date maybe? Please write back soon. I’d love to hear your thoughts.  

Yours evermore, V.R.

PS. In the future, we should definitely go on a proper sightseeing trip around O’Khasis. Just you and me. How does that sound? 

[ceceslanddd]

What I’ll do | Jey Uso

Synopsis: Things change, people change and we all make mistakes, what matters is what we do to fix them.

WARNINGS: Cursing, graphic depictions on sex (hopefully vivid detail) ( usage of pussy, dick ect) drunken sex, p in v penetration, oral sex fem and male receiving, Unprotected sex( be safe)

Please let me know if I missed any

Enjoy

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Cleopatra zoned out her whining cheating now ex- boyfriend on her phone not saying much of nah thing after blowing up her friends and families phones carrying on.

Rolling her eyes as she sat at her vanity re-applying her lip combo rubbing her plump glossy

“Yup” she said before hanging up and blocking the number she was going out tonight, she needed some fun in her life again.

“Girl I don’t even know why you picked up the phone for his ass anyway.” Her longtime friend Jazzy said walking over to the minor fluffing her hair.

“I don’t even know but how that’s over where we going?” Cleo asked standing up and checking her purse making sure she said everything.

“Out the Uber is here” she said taking Cleo hands making her smile.

“Damn it’s one of those nights.”

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The music was hitting, the drinks starting to taste like juice bodies swaying to the music in the sea of people. Bryson tillers “Don’t” playing through the loud speakers. Cleo making her way to the bar getting ready to go home.

“Excuse me I’d like to pay my tab” She waved the bartender a quite handsome young man but not her type smiled back to her.

“Someone’s already paid it for you but I can get your card for you.” He said before reaching around to grab her things still confused.

“Can I ask who?” She asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“The guy In the VIP over there in the white windbreaker and the grills” he pointed in the dark section to the man on the couch in the sea of people around him. He was kind of hard to see but once Cleo’s eyes set on him she couldn’t take her eyes off him and by the looks of the staring contest they were having he couldn’t either.

Joshua didn’t know how long he had been looking at the beautiful woman sing and rap out, the way her body danced and her glossy lips moved it felt like everything was going in slow motion. That she was the only woman in the club deciding to man up he went over to the bar to pay her tab and hopefully bump into her in the sea of people.

Only was the contest broken when Jazzy came stumbling over. “hey girl Mozzy is here to get me are you going to be okay home?” Jazzy said giving a drunken smile pointing over to the entrance where Maurice stood looking over that them.

“Nah I’m okay boo I’m heading out to” exchanging a final “ are you sure” before She and mozzy was out looking back over to where the fine man was, and unfortunately she couldn’t see him anymore.

Taking the L and deciding to just go home she gathered her purse and stood to walk down the platform stairs in her heels. Only to miss a step preparing, to go face first she closed her eyes when the impact didn’t come she opened one eye and peaked. Earning a chuckle from a deep voice.

Suddenly aware of the bigger, stronger tatted arms around her face. Opening both eyes to see the fine ass man that paid her tab.

“You okay ma?” He asked looking her in her eyes snapping out of a daze she nodded her head. Then he let his grip on her waist faulted and she already missed having them there.

“Look I’m not trying to sound too forward but I just wondering if you wanted to get somthing to eat and chill for a bit?” He asked keeping eye contact.

“You promise you’re not a killer?” The girl with the big brown eyes asked again leaving him laughing.

“Nah but if it makes you feel safer my name is Joshua Fatu and I live in Pensacola, Florida.” He said quickly but firmly.

“Okay where are we going?” She bit back from looking at his juicy pink lips reminding herself that would be weird. Apparently not to Joshua because his eyes fell on to hers licking his before his deep voice rang out.

“Whereva’ you want ma”

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Everything was going so slow and yet heated, you couldn’t get out of the car and into the hotel fast enough, getting the key felt like forever.

The heated kiss broken by the ding of the elevator, opening the door hands on her waist tapping her butt twice signaling for her to jump.

Carrying her to the bed laying her down, her back on the bed legs on Joshua’s shoulders, who was on his knees slowly lifting her dress and parting her legs looking deep into her eyes as he took his big hands up her thighs and taking her lace panties down her legs with his hands.

Placing teasing sloppy kisses around her wet lips, a soft whimper Cleo let out made Josh’s dick impossibly harder. “whatcha’ want ma” lips in a pout.

“Please Josh fuck me” immediately diving in josh holding her legs in place as he began hungrily eating her pussy. Sucking on her clit earning a moan from Cleo.

Taking his tongue and stretching all the way out and in her pussy hitting all the right places and discovering a few new ones. The knot in her stomach the high getting stronger and stronger from the stimulation.

“Give it to me” he mumbled into her wet heat and then she shivered as she squirted all over his face as she came and he lapped her her sweet juices.

Standing up he undressed himself in a hurry getting on the bed laying back, Cleo positioning herself between his legs before taking his long curved dick in her mouth.

Bobbing her head up and down pumping what she couldn’t fit in her mouth with her hands slurping him up. Eyes snapped shut, toes curling as she took his soul making a makeshift ponytail before he started fucking her face as he came deep down her throat.

Continuing to suck him up taking a step further taking his balls into his hands. Spit and cum dripping off of her chin down his balls his dick was still standing tall.

“I’m about to fuck you up” grabbing her placing a messy kiss to her lips before leading her to all fours before entering him.

“Oh fuck” Joshua moaned out feeling her wet spongey walls squeeze around his dick taking her two legs into his two hands then, his hands moved and gripped her ridden up dress as she threw her full ass back into his pelvis.

“Oh shit” she breathed out with each and every stroke the mountains of please resting in her stomach. “Yeah, you like that?” He asked taking his free hand to grab her jaw forcing her to look up at him.

“Huh ma? Whatcha say I can’t hear you?” He teased relentlessly beating up her pussy eyes going back and forth between her beautiful blissed out face and the creamy mess she was making over him.

“Fuck- I love it, please keep fucking me” she finally found her voice to say putting a devious smile on Joshua’s face flipping her over missionary style moving one of her legs over his shoulder going even deeper his tip kissing her g-spot her eyes rolled deep in the back of her head as she lost her voice once again as she came all over the him.

Not too long after Joshua came behind her filling her up collapsing beside her taking a rest as she began to fall asleep he grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned the both of them up before getting in the shower and leaving.

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Hi hi I know the ending was very abrupt (I feel like) I just didn’t know how to end it and I’ve been excited to start this fic hope you enjoyed.

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Prettier When You're Mine

Dark!Andy Barber x Reader

Author’s Note: Two more chapters on this one

Summary: One year into working with a young, bright and beautiful junior prosecutor, Y/n, who bears an almost uncanny resemblance to Andy’s late wife, Laurie, he finds himself developing feelings for her. Though, when she brushes off his advances, Andy proves that he’ll do whatever it takes to recreate his family.

Disclaimer: 18+ This work contains dark themes, including stalking, dub-con, infidelity and manipulation. Read at your own discretion.

Masterlist Playlist Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Weeks after her visit to Andy's house, Y/n makes an unsettling discovery and Andy reveals an even more sinister truth Warning: mentions of forced sex, mentions of stalking, possessiveness, mentions of pregnancy

Twelve weeks Later

Food poisoning. Stress. A newly developed food intolerance. Some sort of undiagnosed illness. 

Off all the things that could have caused the wave of symptoms she’d been experiencing, two faint, pink lines on a little plastic stick was the last place Y/n figured she’d find her reasoning. Holding the edge of the bathroom counter in a white knuckled grip, she shut her eyes and bent her head. Sniffling softly, she felt a slow, warm trickle down her cheeks and it was a task in itself to quiet her sobs.  

It wasn’t possible- it wasn't supposed to be possible. 

Unless-

“Babe?” A knock on the locked bathroom door made Y/n jump, and hastily wiping at her eyes, she checked her reflection over while emitting a sound of encouragement. “I’m almost ready to leave-”

“Already?” After capping the test and shoving it into the waistband of the back of her pants, she pulled the door open abruptly, causing James- who had been leaning on it- to stumble forward a little. “I didn’t realize it was seven already.”

He glanced at his watch and flashed her a look of concern, “Its actually seven thirty,” reaching out, he cupped the side of her face and she tried to smile, hoping that the sting in her eyes would wait till he’d left. “You’re still sick?” He frowned deeply and then chuckled halfheartedly as he teased, “I thought you were better, you had half a pizza last night.”

Swallowing thickly, Y/n smiled faintly and laid her hand on his forearm, “I’m fine,” she lied. It was hard to keep it together, but the last thing Y/n wanted was to have to explain everything to James when she could hardly make sense of it all herself. “Its just um…my hair is being uncooperative.”

He didn’t look like he believed her, but played along anyway, “Looks great to me,” he bent his head a little too swipe a kiss off her lips. When he pulled away, James searched her eyes and furrowed his brows, “You’re sure that you’re okay?” He moved his hand to slip two fingers under her chin, “Because if you want to stay home, I’ll stay with you or-”

“I’m fine,” Y/n forced herself to smile, “Go to work,” she tiptoed and kissed him again. 

He sighed, “Alright. Alright. And you’re sure you don’t want a ride?” Y/n shook her head in refusal, already deciding that she had other plans and wanting to get out of her current situation as soon as possible. “Okay,” his smile faltered, “Well I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah,” Y/n blinked quickly, barely holding it together, it was getting harder to lie to him by the second, and all she wanted was a few minutes to break down in peace, “Later.” 

“Love you,” James said softly before kissing her one last time, and with a subtle, unnoticed break in her voice, Y/n returned; 

“Love you too.”

Later that day

Letting out a long, slow breath, Y/n wrung her hands together. She was shaking in her shoes and barely holding it together; it felt like her whole life was falling apart while she’d been reduced to nothing more than a powerless spectator.

She was late to work that morning, having impulsively decided to detour to a local women’s clinic. A free one that time so she wouldn’t have to use insurance or her banking information- the last thing she needed was James finding out about it from anyone but her. It, up to the minute she’d seen the little grainy image on the blueish screen, Y/n had taken to calling the baby in her belly ‘it’. Because it wasn’t possible; it wasn’t supposed to be there. It was going to ruin everything. 

But then she’d seen it and within a second, everything had changed. She fell in love. 

And she was so scared of that love. 

The nurse at the clinic had been alarmed by her very expressive outburst; loud wailing and messy tears. She’d asked if something had happened to put her in that situation, if she needed to see a social worker or wanted a pamphlet on termination. Y/n had refused both. 

“Okay,” Y/n exhaled heavily, touching her lower stomach, “Let’s do this.” 

Another breath. 

Clenching her fist so tight she could feel her nails leaving crescent shaped bruises on her palms, Y/n knocked on the door. She would have just gone in, she wanted to, but Y/n also wanted to prolong her final moments spent in denial. 

“Come in.”

Another breath. A bigger one. 

Turning the knob, Y/n crept inside and shut the door behind herself. Her throat suddenly felt dry and when he looked up from his work, and when he flashed her an unsuspecting, innocent gaze she felt rage boil in her center. They hadn’t talked about what had happened at his house, Andy for one had seemed to have forgotten, making Y/n wonder if he’d been that drunk. 

She’d even started wondering if it had all been a dream because how could he forget when she thought about it everyday? 

“Y/n,” he folded his arms, “You’re-”

Late. For a lot of things. 

“I know,” she cut him off hastily, “We need to talk.”

It might have been her tone, or just the weight of her words, but Andy sat up straighter, relaxing into the back of his chair and knitted his brows. Frowning, he asked, “What is it?” Y/n hesitated, and he though he encouraged her to sit, she remained standing, “Sweetheart if you don’t-”

“Please don’t call me that,” she cut him off hastily, shaking her head, “You have no idea-” Her voice broke with emotion and she sniffled loudly.

"Hey," Andy crooned, standing and crossing the floor to come near her. Though, when he reached to touch her face, Y/n filched, and his jaw tightened in response. With a scoff, he raised his hands in mock surrender and stepped away to lean on the edge of a bureau against the wall while she lingered near the chairs at his desk

Peeved by his reaction but still crippled with anxiety, Y/n whispered, “This is really important.”

“I wouldn’t know, you haven’t told me yet,” he shrugged and she wasn't sure if his disregard was coming from his annoyance with her or just the fact that he seemed to enjoy seeing her vulnerable. When she still didn’t speak, Andy started again, “I want to help you, but-”

“I’m pregnant,” she blurted out, refusing to look at him. 

Andy huffed, straightening his back as his grip on the edge of cupboard loosened, “Congratulations.”

Lifting her head, her jaw dropped when she realized his apparent amusement, “No, you don’t understand,” Y/n explained in a panic, “I’m twelve weeks pregnant and....." For a moment, she considered telling him about James' infertility, but Y/n didn't think she wanted him to know that much about her personal life. "It doesn't matter," she shook her head, "You're probably the father." Most likely.

Andy scoffed a chuckle, “I know. How's that for your ten percent?” 

Her lips quivered and Y/n felt like the room was spinning. As heavy breaths threatened to turn into a full on panic attack, she reached for the back of the closest chair for support. “What?”

“I know,” Andy repeated, licking his lips before he stood, slipping his hands into the pockets of his black trousers, “I know...everything. About James; the accident and his……little problem.”

Slapping her hand to her mouth, Y/n emitted a choked sob. “Oh my god,” her words were muffled into her palm, “You knew.” Andy came to stand behind her, laying one hand on her shoulder while the other snaked around to flatten on her stomach. There wasn’t a visible bump there yet, but there was a distinct firmness that she’d only started noticing earlier the last week.

“Don’t touch me,” as a whirlpool of emotions engulfed her, Y/n shoved him off, “How did you know?” 

A car wreck when he was sixteen temporarily left James paralyzed from the waist down and had permanently left him unable to have children. He’d been up front about the whole thing when they’d first started getting serious, and they’d even had a battery of tests run after they’d moved in together, just to be sure. For years, Y/n had promised, him and herself, that she didn’t care that they would never have biological children, and for years, it was true. She was okay with it being just the two of them for the rest of their lives, she was okay with adoption if they ever decided to have children.

But then she’d seen that couple at the doctor’s office and the most intense mixture of jealousy and heartbreak had overwhelmed her to the point of wondering if she actually was okay with never being able to get pregnant, or if she was just going along with it because she loved him. 

“Give a dirty cop three thousand dollars and he’ll show you the world,” Andy taunted, reaching out to touch her face and clicking his tongue when she slapped his hand away, “You don’t have to be upset, I'm giving you what you want.” 

“I didn’t want it like this!” She laid a hand over her stomach protectively, “You can’t do this to me, I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Andy stepped forward to box her in, “Have a abortion? I know you don’t want that, else you wouldn’t be here right now. And don't you think for a second that you’re gonna pass my baby off as his.”

“Who’s to say you can stop me from doing either?”

The thought had crossed her mind when she determined that Andy was her baby’s father; she could lie to James and let him think they’d run into a miracle, or she could have an abortion at the women’s clinic and move on with her life. But Andy was right, she wanted that baby and lying to James for the rest of their lives wasn’t something she could bring herself to do. Their relationship had been built on trust and honesty, if they raised that child together and he somehow found out that it wasn’t his, he’d be devastated and everything they had would be ruined. 

And Andy deserved to know that he had a baby out there, at least, that was the fact that Y/n had convinced herself of on the cab ride over to the office. 

In an instant, Andy had her by the neck, holding her against the door. His grip wasn't tight enough to completely cut off her air, but it was firm and hurt. “You won’t,” Andy snarled, letting her throat go in favor of grabbing the the neckline of her blouse and pulling her up to his face, “You get rid of this baby and I will fucking kill you,” he shoved her against the door again, eliciting a frightened gasp, “And you tell him that its his, or try to run away or do whatever that brilliant little mind of yours can come up with and I will hunt you down and kill him with my bare hands. And you will never see this child again.”

“Why are you doing this?” She shuddered, voice quiet and scared. 

He was proving to truly be a monster. To be all the things she’d heard about him; the kind of man that could raise a murderer- because he was capable of being one himself. 

When he let her blouse go, his demeanor shifted completely. With newfound gentleness, Andy's eyes softened and he smoothed his hand over the wrinkles on her blouse. Trailing his fingers down her body he stopped to cradle the front of her hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles in the area a couple inches below her navel. “How can you ask me that?” He frowned, “I’m doing this for you- for our family. I just want our family back.”

A hitched noise contained in her throat followed the return of a thought she’d had back at his house; it was never about her. “I’m not her, I’m not Laurie.”

Andy’s long lashes fluttered as his gaze flitted to meet hers, “You’re not,” he agreed, touching her face gently, “You’re so much better. She was weak and stupid. She killed my baby boy,” he leaned his forehead against hers and while she was scared to the point of her blood running like ice water, Y/n didn't dare move away, “But you’ll protect our baby, I know it. You'll be such a good wife and an even better mother, I knew it from the moment we met.”

“I love my fiancee,” she whimpered. 

“No,” his mood shifted suddenly and Andy grabbed her by the shoulders, holding Y/n to the door, though not violently. “I see the way you look at me. You feel the same way I do,” he pressed urgently, “This is the way its supposed to be.”

“This the way you made it,” Y/n counted fearfully. 

He scoffed, bemused again, “Call it divine intervention.” Though his grip on her shoulders was bruising, Andy used his thumb to trace affectionate circles into the fabric of her coat, "Now,” his tone dropped again, “I’ve told you what happens if you make the wrong decisions. So you’re going to do as I say, and we’re going to fix this, together.”

[everythingsf1ne23]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

 | 𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘳 

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 💌:

enjoy my lovelies <33 ~Jess

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 📝:

in which, Dex took her by surprise by asking her out on a date and this is how the date goes 

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘷:

When Dex asked me out, I must admit I was quite surprised as I thought that I wouldn’t be pretty enough for him but here I am in my apartment getting ready, 

I’ve treated myself to a short sage green dress for this date, I decide to pair it with white platform heels, my handbag and lastly I put a white bow in my hair.

Afterwards, I start my makeup and I check the time, 6:30pm so that means I only have half an hour to finish getting ready, 

I do my makeup quite natural and I finish off with a spritz of perfume. 

Just after I finish getting ready, the doorbell to my home rings indicating that Dex is here, I practically run to the door with excitement.

I lock the door to my house and I turn to face Dex, he is dressed up real nice.

“Wow you look absolutely stunning!” Dex exclaims and I could feel my cheeks turning rosy 

“Thank you, you’re looking very handsome” I reply as he takes my hand into his own

“No problem and thanks, I don’t get told that very often”

“Well you should be told that and hopefully I’ll be able to tell you more often”

I say without thinking and I look over to see Dex smiling

“That’s obviously only if you still like me and my company after this date” I tell him and he looks directly into my eyes,

“I’ve been crushing on you for ages, I don’t think I could ever get tired of you and your company” 

The two of us continue walking hand in hand while talking for a few moments,

“So where are you taking me for our date?” I ask Dex with a soft smile.

“I remember you telling me that you love Italian food so I assumed that an Italian 

restaurant would be a good option

 for this date”, my heart melts I can’t believe that he remembers me telling him that especially after I only said it once 

“That sounds amazing!” I respond.

We’re now at our table, it has a window view which is nice ‘cause I like looking out of windows but something tells me that tonight I won’t be looking out that window very often as I’ll be looking right at the beautiful man in front of me.

I quickly look through the menu and I pick out carbonara as that’s my favourite,

“I’m gonna get the carbonara, what are you gonna have?” I ask him out of curiosity and also because I love how he speaks.

“I’m thinking of having the spaghetti bolognese”, Dex replies and his eyes are on me again 

“That’s a great choice!” I exclaim with a bright smile and then we order our meals

“You’re always so bubbly and kind, I really admire that about you” I watch Dex smiling at me and he has a glimmer in his eyes,

“Aww I always try to be” 

“I’ve been thinking about this date all week” Our meals come over quicker than expected to us and we tuck in straight away

“I have to, I’ve been so excited but honestly I wasn’t expecting you to ask me out, I thought that you would have went for someone prettier than me” I reply with honesty in my voice, suddenly Dex reaches across the table and he takes my hands into his

“You’re joking right? There’s no girl like you here, I mean you’re kind, honest and really pretty, you don’t find those qualities all in one girl very often and it may be too early to say this but I’m saying it anyways, honestly you might be the one for me”

I didn’t realise I was crying but after a while, I felt my cheeks getting wet and Dex reaches over to me with a tissue

“Are you okay?” He asks softly and I nod 

“Yeah I am, I’ve just never felt this loved before” I wipe my tears away with my tissue and I sigh as I’ve probably ruined my makeup 

“Well you deserve to and I’ll make sure that you feel loved everyday”

“Really?” I ask taking another bite of my carbonara 

“Yes of course I will”

The both of us finish our meal asking questions about one another, we take glances and smiles at each other every so often 

“I’ve had a great time with you”, I tell him as we exit the restaurant 

“I’m glad that you did” 

We notice that it’s raining outside but thankfully my house is quite close to the restaurant, I notice Dex sighing as he knew that he would have to walk back to his apartment in the rain

“You can stay with me tonight if you want, I wouldn’t want you getting a cold by getting all wet from this rain” I suggest to Dex

“Okay that would be actually great” 

Dex and I reach my house, I fumble with the keys for a few moments but then I find the right key for the front door, 

“I’ll sleep on the sofa if that’s okay” Dex tells me, 

“You could share my bed with me” 

I reply with a flirtatious smile and with that, Dex joins me to my bedroom.

We change out of our wet clothes and afterwards we lay beside each other in my bed,

“You know I couldn’t ask for anyone better than you Dex” I speak out and I turn my head to look at him 

“You’re genuinely the best thing that’s ever happened to me”, my heart melts once more after I hear him say this,

I feel so comfortable around Dex so I ask him,

“Usually I wouldn’t ask this after a first date but can I kiss you?” 

I watch his face light up,

“Yeah I’d really like that”

“Oh would you?” 

I tease him while leaning in 

“Yes obviously” I press my lips against his, it feels so right like it was meant to be,

we pull away after a few moments 

“I really enjoyed that” Dex tells me with a cheeky grin,

“I’m glad ‘cause there’s plenty more for you pretty boy” 

And with that, I lay on his chest as we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

[dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd]

Curls

Ledger!Joker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None just pure fluff

Summary: J and the reader bond over their shared hair type.

Author’s Note: Okay this was pure self indulgence 😅 I have curly hair. J has curly hair. I just had to write this. I’ve been up since 4am so I decided to make use of my time by writing this little oneshot. It’s current 8am now so I managed to finish this pretty quick. As always, enjoy! 💜

Taglist: @alittlesmartcookie

If anyone else wants to be added to the list let me know! It’ll be for all my J x Reader fics ☺️

It was late in the evening and pouring rain outside. Your ideal night in with J. The sounds of a thunderstorm helped you both relax and fall asleep faster, especially J. You weren’t quite ready for bed yet but you began your nightly routine anyway.

You started with a shower and washed your hair. Now, your hair is different from most people’s. It’s curly and has a mind of its own. It gets tangled very easily and has oh so much frizz. But you loved your natural curls and how they look. 

J loved them too. His hair was a bit shorter than yours but he had curls of his own. Unlike you, he didn’t care too much about his hair to try and tame them. 

You finished up in the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel. With your hair temporarily straightened out from the wash, you took the opportunity to brush it out.

If you brushed it out when it was dry and curly, one of two things would happen. Your hair would become extremely bushy or the brush would get stuck. You didn’t want either to happen.

When you finished brushing, you walked out into the bedroom and changed into a hoodie and shorts. Your hair was already beginning to take on its original shape again as it dried. 

You crawled into bed with J and nestled close to him. You were pleasantly surprised that he had already taken his shower and washed his hair. His make up was removed and he smelled like his shampoo.

You chuckled. “You took a shower? Who are you and what have you done with my J?”

J huffed. “I needed one. Today’s work was gruesome.”

“I know,” you shuddered, “You were covered in blood when you got home, especially your hair.”

“Yeah. Speaking of that, can you, uh, untangle it? It’s still damp. There’s a huge knot towards the back.” 

“Of course. Hang on a second. Let me go grab some things.”

You went into the bathroom to get a comb and your detangling spray and climbed back onto the bed. J sat up, leaned back towards you, and let you work. He’d watched you do this before. You had mastered the art of detangling stubborn hair. From years of practice of course. 

You divided the big knot into little knots and went from there. You hated to pull on his hair but J didn’t seem to mind. You sprayed, picked the tangles with the comb, and pulled some apart, repeating the process until J’s hair was tangle free.

You set the comb and spray down on the nightstand and admired your work.

J exhaled. “Ah, thanks doll. Feels much better now.” 

You smiled. “I just like your curls. They’re prettier than mine.”

“Nah. I wouldn’t go that far. You know, I used to have hair just like yours back in high school.” 

You laughed. “What? No way.” 

“Yes way. It was long and pretty like yours. I looked like I belonged in a rock band or something. It went down to ‘bout the middle of my back. But I cut it short because it got annoying after a while.”

“You should grow it back. I’d love to have seen that.”

“No, this is as long as I’ll go. Long flowing hair is a weakness when you’re fightin’. One yank and I’d be thrown off balance.” 

“Yeah. I’d still like to see it though. I bet you pulled it off nicely.”

“Oh I did. I hated to get rid of it but it just became a nuisance. I like this a lot better.”

The thought of J having such hair was so amusing to you. You laughed out loud again.

J raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I’m just picturing you headbanging to your music with that hair.” You told him through a fit of giggles.

J grinned. “I did a lot of that actually. You can’t listen to a good metal band and not.” 

You regained control over your laughter and you kissed J’s scarred cheek. 

“I’ll love your hair no matter what you do to it. I’m glad I can share my curls with you.”

“Back at ya, bunny.”

[meganslife]

Pen pals - p. parker (part three)

read part one and part two if you haven’t already!!<3

pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!reader

summary: as summer approaches, you and peter have plans to meet each other. also, who the hell is spiderman?

warnings: none :3

a/n: HOLY MOLY I AM POPPING THESE OUT VERY QUICKLY. i already have the 4th part written butttt i’m not gonna post it right away bc suspense is fun;) anyway, enjoy!

When June rolled around, You and Peter had a plan to meet in person. It was going to be a week-long visit. You’d be staying in Queens with Peter and May.

The trip itself was all planned out. You had plane tickets that Peter insisted on paying for, but you ended up buying them instead. You’d be landing in New York on July 1st, and leaving on the 8th. A week wasn’t nearly enough time to make up for years of letters, but it would have to do.

As mid-June approached, you’d been doing a lot of research on things to do in New York. One of the first things that came up when you researched was a vigilante named Spider-Man. You laughed at the name, thinking it wasn’t creative at all.

Then you texted Peter about it right away. Spider-Man was in New York, after all.

��Who’s this Spider-Man guy?? Twitter says he’s in New York’

‘Spider-Man? He’s kind of silly.’

‘How so?’

‘Umm… He shoots webs out of his body and wears a spandex suit no matter how the weather is. Kind of silly and weird if you ask me.’

‘Are you researching about New York?’

‘Possibly. I was looking up things to do!’

‘Oh, sweetheart. There’s nothing that could prepare you for New York.’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll find us things to do.’

‘I wanna see this Spider guy.’

‘Do you know what he looks like?’

‘He’s super mysterious. I’m not sure how to feel about it.’

‘I think that’s the point, Y/N. He’s a vigilante, you know? He probably doesn’t want anyone to know anything about his personal life. It could be dangerous for him.’

‘You’ve put a lot of thought into this.’

‘Thinking is one of my passions.’

‘Spider-Man has a really nice ass.’

‘PHONE ON THE COUNTER. NOW.’

Peter was slightly off about Spider-Man. You could just feel it. But, it didn’t really matter.

Soon enough, you’d be in Queens. You’d be eating May’s beautiful food and hugging Peter.

You fall asleep with your phone in your hand, and your heart full.

~

The last day of June finally came, and your heart was pounding while packing your suitcase.

It was surreal. In a matter of hours, you’d be over 2,000 miles away from home. The distance between you and Peter would be broken. You’d finally get the hug from Peter that you’ve been yearning for.

When you set your alarm for midnight to wake up for your flight, you couldn’t sleep. Peter was texting you so many sweet words. He was so lovely, you wanted to cry.

‘May is so excited to see you.’

‘I’m also really excited.’

‘I can’t even sleep.’

‘You’re gonna be even prettier in person.’

‘Peter, stop. I’m trying to sleep. I have to wake up at midnight and you’re waking me up with your sappy words.’

‘You love it;)’

‘See you soon, lovie.’

Eventually, you dozed off.

Peter, your pen pal for three years, was finally going to be within your reach.

You were beyond excited, but also slightly nervous.

Either way, it would be okay.

- read about me and find my masterlist here :3

[chiyeko-kurea]

white girl rant

mc tavish scottish accent i hate mini doorways i can’t see if someones comin in until they’re in the middle of my room like jeez stop giving me anxiety i love when i wake up and my dog is on my bed. i know it’s because im the only one who allows her to sleep on my bed but i like to think that in the middle of the night her brain just thought of me and went ‘i wanna go sleep next to her’ i know it’s not the case she’s just bored of sleeping on the hard floor yet she always falls alseep in my sister’s bedroom she prefers to go there just to be beside her oh my god the only thing that makes her finally go in my room is discomfort. but when she wakes up she asks for cuddles and to be pet a bit and i like to imagine she’s my dog only and she’s mine and she gets me and she’s not my freaking dad’s favorite daughter. and she prefers my dad he made me so upset today i cried and i felt ashamed and like a loser because i asked him several times to sign me up to a tennis class to try it out and he did and then i panicked so much i couldn’t do it because i dont want to be alone with a man but then it was gonna be a woman days later so i said yay but the days flew by and i realized to matter who i can never find what to say and im awkward and ugly and my whole lower face skin is peeling away and my teeth are fucked up and my chin skin is flayed raw and bright bloody red and i have acne and dark circles and an embarrassing smile and i can’t play tennis for shit. for. shit. so i acted all moody teenager and i thought my dad was gonna be like you know what it’s fine if you dont wanna do it i don’t get why you changed your mind but that’s okay i’ll just cancel it. he didn’t. he was aggressive and mean and purposely shamed me in front of the family and reminded very loudly the price even though he didn’t even paid yet and my sister had to go for me and i sat there watching her be so extraverted and comfortable with a stranger when i know i wouldn’t have been able to say a word that didn’t sounded weird and wanting to cry every second and burst in tears and my dad was so so mean and usually he gets me, and my sister saved me and went i got home i burst into tears in my room and he just wanted me to try a new thing and i just wanted to cut cut cut and why on earth am i this fucking awkward loser with my earphones in and too big black hoodie like im some kind of pseudo rebellious annoying emo kid i just want to be pretty and funny and shine like why do i the worse part is i kind of really wanted to try tennis. and i think i would’ve been good. i think would not have made a total fool of myself thing is whatever i do i am a fool anyway, i am a fool for even thinking for one day of my goddamn life i could have not ruined everything. my dad looked at me weirdly the rest of the evening and i wanted to yell maybe im reminding you of your loser son you lost to drugs no shocker we get along i also want to lose myself and you saw my scars you know there’s something wrong with me and there’s something wrong with him and with you and with all of us and wherever your blood is. i like my dad, he’s a good father but at the end of the day he’s a man, and not a better one than the others. if i have good grades and a pretty face let me tell you there is NOTHING you can complain of me. i am working on my appearance to be prettier to not embarrass you anymore but one day you will have nothing to complain about and i will do whatever i want and you will try to say what changed and i will say it’s not of your business anymore you can introduce me to anyone and say yes she’s my daughter she is clever pretty she has friends she reads and she jogs and i will be perfect and i will throw plates at your head and i will be the worse and no one will know. montgommery forever and ever and ever and i will blow up and i will become a doctor and have a boyfriend and you will say we used to laugh and i will say you were there but somehow the moments when i NEEDED you to understand me you didn’t. you got me but never got me. i cant stop seeing you as a man no matter how fathe

[astrowaffles]

aiming for your heart

general audiences | tomo-chan is a girl! au | for @fengqingaction

“I have something to tell you,” Feng Xin blurted out, coming to a stop.

Mu Qing stopped walking and turned around. “Is it important? I kind of have to get home-“

“I like you,” Feng Xin interrupted.

Mu Qing stared at her.

“No, I-I mean, I love you,” Feng Xin corrected, fiddling with her fingers.

Mu Qing stared harder, narrowing his eyes a little like he was trying to figure out what she was saying. Feng Xin allowed him to scrutinise her, hoping he could see her sincerity or something and praying he didn’t ask a stupid question like ‘why?’.

“Hmm,” said Mu Qing, which sounded an awful lot like the lead-up to a rejection. Feng Xin braced herself as Mu Qing opened his mouth-

“I love you too, bro. Where’d this come from? Are you dying?”

Oh.  He hadn’t understood at all. He hadn’t even considered that this might be a romantic confession, that Feng Xin might have romantic feelings for him, and now he was walking away and chattering about how he wished Feng Xin was dying so he got an excuse to dress up for the funeral, and Feng Xin never really got a chance to explain herself.

She sighed. Well, Mu Qing wasn’t going anywhere, was he? There was always another chance. “Hey! Wait for me!!” she called, rushing to catch up.

Yeah. She could just try again tomorrow.

“THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING!” Feng Xin yelled, slamming her head down onto her desk. “He’s such an idiot!”

“There, there,” Xie Lian soothed, stroking her hair. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as it seems.”

“It’s hopeless!” Feng Xin complained, turning her head to the side so she wasn’t face planted into the wood of the table. “I don’t think he even knows I’m a girl!”

“He does,” Xie Lian said, though she didn’t sound very confident about it. “He can’t be that oblivious. Don’t worry, everything will work out.”

“When?!” Feng Xin wailed despairingly. “I’ve been trying for weeks!”

“Maybe he just needs a little push,” Xie Lian suggested. She stopped stroking Feng Xin’s hair in order to pull her phone out from her bag. “Should we google it?”

“No, it’s all stupid advice, I’ve tried.”

“Oh.” Xie Lian stowed her phone away and tried to think. “What’s something super girly that you could do to make him notice?”

“I dunno. I wear a skirt and I have long hair, what else does he need?”

“Don’t be stereotypical,” Xie Lian admonished. “Besides, your hair isn’t that long.”

Well, that was true. Feng Xin had an uneven and shaggy bob, which barely seemed like hair at all when compared with Xie Lian’s shiny, long, straight hair. Neither were her eyelashes anything to write home about compared with the luscious, jet-black ones Xie Lian’s girlfriend Hua Cheng had.

Feng Xin needed new friends. Ugly friends, if possible.

“Well, any suggestions?” she asked. Xie Lian pulled a face that was clearly meant to mean ‘yes, but I’m not sure if you can do it’.

“Just spit it out,” Feng Xin commanded.

“Well- have you tried being, um, a bit .. gentler?”

“What?! I’m very gentle! Just yesterday I rescued a frog from being run over!”

“That was after you’d punched Mu Qing for getting in the way,” Xie Lian reminded her. “Anyway, I didn’t mean literally. I meant- have you tried talking in a prettier way? You know, more feminine, more polite, something like that?”

Feng Xin considered it. “You mean, talk like you?”

“Ah-“ Xie Lian flushed. “No, not quite. But, maybe a little like me…”

“I suppose you’re in a relationship and I’m not, so it works,” Feng Xin reasoned.

“Possibly,” Xie Lian hedged. “We didn’t really have this problem, but…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s worth a try!” Feng Xin sat up just in time for the bell to ring. “I’ll try it as soon as I can!”

“Why are you talking like that?” Mu Qing asked.

“Talking in what way, my fine sir?” Feng Xin replied, trying to choose a sandwich.

“Like an idiot.”

Normally, Feng Xin would’ve punched him by this point, but in the name of being gentler she simply gritted her teeth and tried again.

“I am not speaking this way out of idiocy, my lord, but simply a desire to be more elegant,” she sniffed, grabbing the lunch she’d chosen.

“It’s not working,” Mu Qing told her. He was stood slightly over her, trying to choose food of his own; Feng Xin blushed a little and tried not to move so they wouldn’t bump legs. “Stop talking like a weirdo.”

At that, Feng Xin could almost feel a vein popping in her forehead. “I ask that you refrain from such-“

Mu Qing moved away, allowing Feng Xin to move too; this newfound freedom caused her to swing around too fast and almost fall into Mu Qing.

“My apologies,” she said, a little breathless.

“You sound stupid,” Mu Qing said, completely ruining the mood.

“You’re so annoying!” Feng Xin exclaimed, shoving him away.

“Hey! What did I do?!”

“You were a total moron!!”

Mu Qing looked genuinely offended at that, and reached out to shove Feng Xin back. “I didn’t do anything! All I did was say the honest truth-“

“You’re so insensitive!” Feng Xin whacked him over the head with the side of her hand.

“You’re a brute!” Mu Qing jabbed her in the side.

That annoyed Feng Xin; she drew back her fist to land him one right in the eye.

“Who’s next, please?” the cashier called.

Feng Xin scowled at Mu Qing’s pleased smirk, and moved to buy her food.

Feng Xin carried the despondency from her failed throughout the rest of the day, complaining to Xie Lian through her entire lunch break (after abandoning Mu Qing in the hallway, of course) and moping through the last lessons of the day. Even the weather seemed to agree with her, as clouds gathered in ominous black groups in the once-blue sky.

The last lesson of the day, English, ended with a rumble of thunder. A quick glance out the window proved Feng Xin’s ears correct: it was raining, hard. Thank god she’d brought her umbrella – but Xie Lian probably hadn’t.

“Maybe Hua Cheng will bring her one,” Feng Xin said hopefully, even though she knew the girls didn’t live in the same direction. Not that Hua Cheng would mind walking two ways; she loved to spend extra time with her girlfriend.

With that comforting thought, Feng Xin took her time walking to the lockers, allowing the rest of her class to rush past her and out the door as if leaving faster would make the rain any lighter. By the time she reached her locker and had changed her shoes, only a few students still lingered by the doorway; probably the ones who’d forgotten their umbrellas and were hoping the rain would ease up, Feng Xin thought.

A closer inspection revealed two of them to be Xie Lian and Mu Qing, deep in discussion about something. Feng Xin didn’t know they were that close: they’d all played together as kids, of course, but they’d never really done anything as a duo as far as she knew.

Mu Qing looked annoyed, or at least flustered. Xie Lian looked knowing and perhaps a little smug, as if she had finally managed to prove an idea she’d had for a long time.

“Hey guys!” Feng Xin chirped. “What’s going on?”

“He forgot his umbrella,” Xie Lian said before Mu Qing could say anything.

“Aren’t you here because you’ve forgotten yours, too?” Feng Xin asked her. “Do you want to share mine?”

“What are you doing?” Xie Lian whispered. “This is your chance to share an umbrella with him!”

“That’s gonna make us look like a couple!!” Feng Xin fretted.

“Isn’t that what you want?”

“Stop whispering,” Mu Qing demanded. “I’m fine walking home by myself, so you go with dianxia, Feng Xin.”

The childhood nickname made Xie Lian smile a little, but she insisted, “I’ve got one coming for me. You two go on ahead.”

Feng Xin attempted to use her puppy eyes, but Xie Lian’s immunity once again came in useful as she shook her head with a slightly devious grin. “Go on, Xin’er. Look, here’s San Lang now!”

It was true. Hua Cheng was making her way down the rows of lockers, accompanied by the telltale jingling of her jewellery.

Feng Xin winced. She didn’t particularly enjoy Hua Cheng’s company and preferred to leave the two lovebirds alone, but she equally didn’t want to be left alone with her own crush.

“Go on,” Xie Lian repeated, giving her friend a little push. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Well, if you’re sure….” Feng Xin edged over to Mu Qing. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” said Mu Qing, not looking at all ready. “Let’s go already.”

“Alright, alright, don’t be so impatient.” Feng Xin opened the umbrella and stepped out into the rain. “We’re going.”

Xie Lian waved them away just as Hua Cheng arrived at the door, immediately throwing an arm over her shoulder to drag her into a side hug. Xie Lian laughed and allowed herself to be fussed over.

“Disgusting,” Mu Qing commented.

“Huh?! Don’t tell me you’re homophobic!”

“What? No!”

“Then what’s disgusting about it?”

“The PDA,” Mu Qing said, with a slight shudder. “They’re all over each other.”

“I think it’s nice,” Feng Xin defended, leaving out the it would be nicer if it was us instead.

“I guess if you like that kind of thing,” Mu Qing shrugged.

“Okay emo,” Feng Xin teased, and cleared her throat to begin her Mu Qing impression. “’I’m so sad and my soul is so dark. I relate to wilted roses and I love ‘My Chemical Romance’. My favourite song is-‘”

“Shut up,” Mu Qing snapped, but his eyes were laughing. “Hey- aren’t you gonna get under here?”

“What are you on about?”

Mu Qing rolled his eyes. “Your shoulder’s getting wet.”

Feng Xin looked across, and sure enough, her shoulder was outside of the umbrella’s range, and soaked through. She looked at the gap between her and Mu Qing; it was sizeable, but not big enough that she was willing to close any of it. It was already so uncomfortable walking alongside him like this, when normally they’d have the entire pavement to spread out over. She could smell his cologne.

It smelt good.

“Come here,” Mu Qing said, taking hold of her elbow and pulling her in. Feng Xin squeaked as she was hauled in towards her crush. "It’s your umbrella, you know. You should be under it.”

“But you’re the guest,” Feng Xin argued, trying not to think about their shoulders, which were touching.

“What kind of guy would I be if I let a girl get soaked through while I sheltered under her umbrella?” Mu Qing returned.

“So you do know,” Feng Xin noted.

“Huh? Know what?”

“That I’m a girl.”

“Duh??”

Well, this was potentially worse than just not knowing at all. If Mu Qing didn’t know, then when he found out, Feng Xin would have another chance at confessing, she mused. Mu Qing jostled next to her as they walked in step; she tried not to notice as the amount of shoulder touching slowly increased. But if he’d known all along, ever since they were younger, maybe even since they’d met-

“On second thoughts, you can have the umbrella!” she wailed, overcome by the casual contact. She shoved the handle at Mu Qing and immediately set off running.

“Wha- hey! Come back!” Mu Qing called.

Feng Xin heard him set off after her. They’d trained karate together ever since they were little, and once upon a time, Feng Xin could be sure of beating him in every match. Now they were grown up and Mu Qing’s testosterone had kicked in, there was practically no way she could win in a test of physical strength.

Well, she still won the karate matches. Just not the fistfights.

Either way, Mu Qing ran faster than her if everything else was equal, and she really didn’t want him to catch up, even if he was still carrying the open umbrella and slipping a little on the wet pavement. She put on a burst of speed that drew a frustrated squawk from Mu Qing behind her.

“WHY ARE YOU SPRINTING?!” he screamed, umbrella flapping as he ran.

“JUST WALK NORMALLY!” she screamed back, not slowing. She couldn’t go back there, not back to the warm haven of Mu Qing’s scent and casual, almost unnoticed physical contact, walking side by side like they were- like they were dating or something.

“NO!” Mu Qing hollered, speeding up. Feng Xin started to panic; he was gaining on her.

Her legs were beginning to tire, tensed from trying to keep her grip on the slippery concrete and stressed from trying to keep ahead of someone she knew would catch up eventually. She skidded to a halt as best she could, hoping he wouldn’t notice and would just speed past.

To her dismay, he noticed, sliding to a stop next to her.

“What…was…that..about?” he forced out through wheezing gasps, hands on his knees.

“Nothing,” she shrugged.

Mu Qing held out the umbrella and she obediently took it from him, sheltering them both while still trying to maintain as much distance between them as she could.

“If it was nothing….don’t do it,” Mu Qing managed, finally straightening up.

Feng Xin blushed a little at his ruffled hair and uniform. It was rare to see him like this outside of the dojo. “Sorry,” she said, and half-meant it. “Let’s walk the rest of the way.”

Mu Qing opened his mouth, probably about to say something like ‘finally’ with his signature eye roll, when he stopped. A weird sound came from the back of his throat, like he was trying to speak but couldn’t.

“Are you okay? You’re looking a little red-“

Without warning, he took off at a sprint.

“HEY!” Feng Xin yelled, about to run after him. As she turned to set off, she caught herself in the reflection of someone’s window. Soaked through, hair bedraggled, skirt sticking pathetically to her thighs, and- oh. Shirt gone practically transparent with water.

In her mind’s eye, the moment replayed: tips of Mu Qing’s ears violently red and his cheeks following suit, eyes trained intensely on her eyebrows, hands clamped tightly together.

“Hm,” she pondered, evil grin forming unwittingly on her face. “If I can get a reaction like that out of him….”

…maybe she had a chance.

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[finalgirlminamurray]

for the new year i thought i’d start making some progress on laying out my ideas for my sort-of ocs/au setting, so here’s something i’ve had on the back burner for a while: the closest thing to visual depictions of the main four sawyer sisters that i can make. this is sort of a precursor to the big lore dump post i'm planning to drop soon about them

since i can’t draw (yes, i know anyone can learn with practice, but i don’t have the patience or discipline required for that) i’ve spent a lot of time playing around with picrews and similar icon makers to create my ocs’ likenesses as they exist in my head. these characters are maybe a bad choice for trying to recreate in picrew but i think this one gave me the best passing, if simplified, resemblance to how they look. this inherently makes them a lot cuter/prettier than they really should be but i had fun. you can probably tell who’s who from this 

design notes and other notes under the cut, as well as me actually using proper capitalization for once:

Patience should really have some gray streaks in her hair, but with this one I could either make it all gray or all black, and I chose the latter so she’d look more like herself. I’m sure everyone who’s played with these knows how hard it is to get older-looking characters in general - but she is supposed to be younger than she looks, and younger than her canon counterpart probably is anyway.

She has darker blue eyes and her hair is naturally wavy when it’s down, which it isn’t often. (Most picrews don’t have many good options to show her hair in a bun like I was picturing, so this worked out.)

The cigarette is there because it seemed right even though I don’t actually imagine her smoking that often. She probably does it when she’s alone, maybe when she needs an excuse for a break.

I liked making her look pissed off and about to snap at someone, but maybe can’t right now since she’s in public or something. The second they get home at least one of her sisters is going to get it—

I think their mother had black hair and brown eyes, and their biological father who they don’t talk about had lighter brown hair and blue eyes, and the girls inherited a mixture of traits, some of them also coming from their grandparents. The younger ones have no way of knowing how much of their father is in them physically - there’s no pictures of him in the house. Patience is the only one with any clear memories of him. 

Chastity can be one of the hardest characters to make in these things but also the most fun. It’s just hard to find one that lets me get her hair right - this was the closest, and I still had to mirror-flip the image and give her a fancy scarf. (Just imagine the plate is where you’d expect it.)

Flipping the image also meant I had to sacrifice the approximation of her birthmark being on the right side, but it’s kind of hard to see anyway. If there are options for scars or other facial markings, I usually give her something blue-to-purple colored on her left cheek, and since she always has the palest available skin tone it usually shows up.

She has black hair and pale blue eyes, though that point isn’t always obvious when she’s wearing sunglasses (if there’s an option for pink or purple-tinted shades and/or heart-shaped sunglasses, that’s what I’ll give her). She’s meant to be kind of unsettling-looking (the “staring into your soul” eye color). I think she takes after their grandmother the most.

She does need glasses and has worn them since she was about seven, but she prefers sunglasses now that she’s older, because her eyes are especially sensitive to light and it just looks cooler, even if it doesn't help her see any better.

If I can’t get the right hairstyle, I’ll just give her long, straight black hair and say she’s wearing her usual wig (also helps explain the lack of visible head injury). 

She’s usually wearing a lot of accessories, but this one’s limited with how much I can give her. I think she pierced her own ears with a heated sewing needle when she was 14 and only didn’t get in trouble because it took a while for Patience to find out, and in the meantime she hadn’t gotten an infection. She strikes me as the type to like making jewelry out of random small objects, so I like when the game has that kind of thing as an option.

She’s got a very cultivated aesthetic, and I’m usually going off the right vibes when I make her. I can almost always have her flashing a peace sign, though.

(Other things I like for her: dark eyeshadow that makes her eyes look all the more sunken, chipped black nail polish, stars and other astrological designs in her accessories, multiple necklaces at once, a splash of brighter color like hot pink or rainbow motifs, and of course as many pins as you can fit on her jacket or vest. I see her as someone who perhaps ironically started presenting a little more femme after coming into her queer identity, but very much in her own way.)

Temperance is sometimes the easiest one to make and sometimes the hardest. I can usually get a bloodstain to pass as her birthmark, if that’s an option, since people do tend to mistake it for one.

I used to have a harder time finding picrews that had long, wavy hair as an option, but it’s gotten better. I can’t do much to make her look perpetually windswept and kind of greasy, but I can make her look at least a little unkempt.

Her hair is dark brown, not black like her sisters, and she has brown eyes because I’ll only take inspiration from their canon counterparts’ actors if it suits me. I want to create a good amount of contrast between her and Chastity; they’re definitely fraternal twins.

I liked this jacket for her because it’s the right color and it looks like it has pockets, which are very important to a girl who’s always carrying a bunch of stuff, including things she picked up on the road. Plus it looks like she’s got some kind of bag over her shoulder, too. 

I also liked this expression for her because she looks kind of sinister and sly like she does right before going for a knife. I could have had her grinning cheerfully like her twin but it seems more fitting for how I write her to have her be the sinister sniler instead

I love when one of these has the jewelry option of a bird skull necklace because that’s part of my ideal image for her even though her canon counterpart doesn’t have one (that we see). I’m also fond of this picrew since it has that option and also a necklace made of teeth for Chastity - I might share my designs from that one someday after refining them a bit. Any sort of bone-related accessories really contribute to matching her vibe.

(Also I like when I can give a character only one earring, because I think Temperance only has her left ear pierced since Chastity offered to do it after her own went smoothly, but then she started bleeding and Chass, still not quite accustomed to that kind of thing happening to her sisters, freaked out a bit. Temperance, of course, didn’t mind since she finds the sensation of pain more interesting than anything, and she left it asymmetrical because it looked cool.)

If a picrew has a diverse enough range of skin tones (which they should!) I’ll make the other three sisters slightly more tanned so Chastity will stand out more; with Temperance it especially makes sense since she spends the most time  outdoors in the sun.

Also, if I’m working with a full-body dollmaker (which I don’t do as often; I’m not that good at coordinating outfits even for fictional people), I’m more likely to have her wearing a long skirt. She dresses primarily for her own comfort and practicality, and anything you (or your sewing-inclined younger sister) could get more pockets into seems fitting. I’ll note that I won’t put the girls in anything I couldn’t see their canon counterparts also wearing, for what it’s worth.

Lacey is of course the hardest to make unless you remind yourself that she’s not wearing her mask here, and even then it’s often hard to get her looking right. This might be a version of her that’s a bit younger than in the main timeline.

The vibe here is wide-eyed, innocent, slightly nervous farm girl who just noticed a stranger in her kitchen, and is still caught in the brief moment between fight and flight mode before she whacks you over the head with a sledgehammer killing you (hopefully) instantly.

She has beautiful big brown eyes and light freckles even though she doesn’t expose her face to the sun very much, because it seemed right.

I think out of all the sisters, she physically takes the most after their mother. She has her hair, her eyes, her build, probably most of her face even if she doesn’t see the resemblance…

She prefers her hair shorter for convenience, and she likes being able to change her appearance quickly with the masks, which helps her shift easily to whatever persona she’s taking on for the situation. She still is sometimes fond of accessorizing “secretly” under the mask, though.

(She was standing in the bathroom doorway watching Chastity and Temperance try to pierce their own ears the whole time, and when they turned to her and offered to do hers after Temperance’s bloody disaster, she fled the room. Years later she took Chass up on it and now sometimes privately wears her mother’s old jewelry. She gets the sense Patience might not like it if she knew her sisters were going through their mother’s things, but Patience never goes into their mother’s room herself, so who knows how she feels about it.)

She’s pretty equally comfortable presenting more “feminine” and more “masculine”, and the masks help - she finds it kind of fun to be able to try on a lot of different identities like that, including experimenting with gender. Sometimes their dinner guests aren’t very nice about it, but they’re never around for long anyway, are they?

She's the one who looks the most like her canon counterpart in my head, which is part of why she can be the hardest to make in a way that looks distinctive.

I should stop now because I have a whole big loredump post in the works with more information about these characters and I still haven’t gotten to Lacey’s section yet and I need to save details about her for that. But enjoy this as a teaser of sorts in the meantime 👀