#he's a cute freckly boi

[boxwinebaddie]

hi uncle neen! in honor of freckle kyle becoming canon, does jers have freckles? <3

yES!!!!! YES HE DOES!!!!

YES!!!! HE!!! DOOOOOOES!!!!

hooooooly shit, oh My GOD, i am so sorry for being FERAL, you guys, but when i tell you that i have been WAITING FOR THIS QUESTION!

because jerseykyle does not just 'have freckles'.

obviously, everyone's kyle is different and i think a lot of people hc kyle having a nice light smattering over his nose, some light ones on his cheeks, neck and shoulders, which, again, i think is so lovely, i love when kyle has freckles, i think that is a perfect hc, tbh.

bUT JERSEYKYLE??????

JERSEYKYLE HAS FRECKLES.

for days and weeks and months and YEARS!!!!!!

anyways, follow me under the cut if you want my yelling.

okay, so, i wasn't sure how to explain this, but if we don't know, my embarrassing uncle nina lore is that in mid-highschool i used to tumblr rpg often which required the use of faceclaims or irl actors and models so i actually have...a surprising depth and wealth of knowledge when it comes specifically to models/supermodels so...

this is cintia dicker. X / X / X

( yes she is beautiful )

JERSEYKYLE HAS CINTIA DICKER FRECKLES.

like aaaaaalll OVER his damn face. like jersey be dominating boys in the bedroom, but those freckles be DOMINATING HIS FACE, BABY! like light ones, dark ones, idk, but they are fucking everywhere, all over his face, his neck, his arms, his legs, his chest,

EVERYWHERE.

which...Whew. he is sooooo pretty. it is seriously striking like he looks like pale pink sky with a blizzard of amber sparkles on his face. it's so wonderful, like jersey kyle please model for VOGUE. he is that bitch, he is freckly as damn hell, there are HUNDREDS, possibly thousands.

i might be exaggerating...

BUT I NEED YOU TO KNOW HES FRECKLY AS FUCK.

which...he was very embarrassed about for a long time. to this day, it is a large point of insecurity for him bc he feels really weird about them and considered using foundation to cover them up because of how strange and messy he thinks they make his face look because of the way society used to treat them, like they made his face look dirty or imperfect or ugly and AAAAAA OKAY!

so throwback ( as in i want to throw that man off a cliff and run over him several times w/ the barbie jeep i don't know how to drive ) when rm cartman said jers looked like he was 'speckled with shit'. :(((

it made kyle morbidly depressed/insecure to the point where he wanted to rip the skin off his face, but then stan told him that his mom said 'freckles are places where you've been kissed by the sun' and that ky must be 'the sun's favorite' bc he's been kissed so many times and he's trying to catch up…

WHEN I TELL U HE SWOOONED.

ravenstanley marsh, ceo of simping for freckly boys.

speaking of, so one time, i think they were watching a movie and stan was, uh, not watching the movie, he was literally watching jerseykyle. and kyle was like "what are you doing, dummy? is there something on my face?" and ironically stan shook his head and said "yeah, but they're fine where they are..." then trailed off in thought, still intently staring at kyle with Extreme Laser Focus.

and normally, kyle is used to people staring at him, y'know, bc he's fine as hell and really tall, that doesn't really phase him, but ravenstan staring at him makes him SUPER nervous, awkward and flustered, so he's like -anxious laugh- "seriously, dude, what are you do—“ and stan's like "shh" ( in a not condescending, loving way )

"i'm trying to count."

jerseykyle furrows his lovely auburn brow, trying to figure out what he's talking about, realizes what's going on, but still literally in shock, laughs again, because he thinks stan must be joking and goes "oh my gahd, are tryna count my freckles? stan's literally imposs--" and stan shushes again him in a gentle manner and is like "shh, i need to focus. quit distracting me, you're gonna make me lose my place."

literally on his face, counting kyle's, i shit you not, probably over 100 freckles, which i think is soooo fucking CUTE of him because he's literally swimming against the deadly current of his adhd, forcing everything in his constantly fidgeting body to focus so that he can keep count. it's a truly beautiful thing watching r.s.' brain whir and his pretty blue eyes narrow and widen, counting softly under his breath.

ravenstan does, unfortunately, find he can't count them all because like jersey said, it is a pretty damn near impossible task...that did NOT however, stop him from trying multiple times, the last time though, he didn't actually lose count, kyle just kissed the FUCK out of him because it was literally the loveliest thing he'd ever seen.

he did possibly get laid for that, i'm sorry.

but yeah FRECKLE SUPREMACY KYLE AND SPECIFICALLY JERS. that man has so many freckles that his body looks like the night sky on a perfectly clear day, it is...beautiful. it is a work of damn ART.

anyways...i'm done now.

do we see the vision ( of loveliness )

that is jew jersey kyle matthew BROFRECKLOVSKI????

-uncle nina, feral about extremely freckly jersey

p.s. ravenstan, as a man of justice for all and fairness, basically loves all of kyle's one hundred thousand million freckles equally but there is a darker one that is just above the right curve of his lip...THAT IS HIS FAVORITE FRECKLE, I AM SO SORRY IT IS THE EQUIVALENT OF THE RAVENSTAN RIGHT UNDER EYE BEAUTY MARK BUT FOR STAN LIKE HE IS FEEEERAL ABOUT IT. he does...give it a special kiss often...very gay of him. his second favorite freckle is...

anyways!

Next Question. <3

[staggersz]

You never notice glass unless it’s broken.

Griffin Stagg.

[mediumgayitalian]

Will wakes up sometime around two, stumbling over to Arts & Crafts. He looks so incredibly, adorably sleepy, face creased with pillow marks and hair sticking out everywhere even worse than usual, that Nico can’t help his smile.

“Morning,” he says quietly, shifting over in the bench to make room. “Or, well, afternoon.”

“Mmfh,” Will responds. He sways on his feet, eyes still closed, so Nico has reach back and take his hand, guiding him to the seat Nico cleared for him.

“Still sleepy?”

Instead of answering, Will slumps onto his shoulder. Nico tenses for a moment, but quickly relaxes — Will is out of it. He’s a heavy weight on Nico’s side, and his breath comes out in little puffs; he’s halfway to snoring. He sets aside the clay sculpture he was making, wiping off his hands, and shifts slightly to make his shoulder more comfortable, sliding his hands in Will’s hair. After a quick glance to double check that no one’s around, he cards through the matted curls, carefully untangling the birds nest that sits currently upon his head.

“Night shift was long?”

Will groans, nuzzling deeper into Nico’s neck. Nico huffs, allowing it, turning his half-limp body so he’s practically sitting on top of him. It’s kind of a nice weight, actually. And Will is warm, slumped and half-sprawled in his lap like a freckly blanket.

“Got thrown up on three times.”

It takes Nico a second to decipher the words, mumbled as they are. His finger gets caught in a strand of Will’s hair as he winces, tugging a touch too hard. Will shivers.

“Oof.”

“Mhm. Shouldn’t complain, though. Not Cecil’s fault.” He pauses. “Well, it’s a little his fault. I told him not to mess with Billie’s garden.”

Nico smiles. “You know, it’s not the first time a Hermes kid has been poisoned for their dumbassery. You could’ve left his cabin to handle him.”

“They would do a horrible job. They might actually make him worse.”

“Yep.”

“…I can’t leave him to suffer, Neeks.”

“Hero complex,” Nico teases. “Sounds like a natural consequence to me.”

“Shhhh. I’m sleeping.”

“It’s two thirty in the afternoon, Solace.”

“Pot, kettle, et cetera.”

Nico smiles. “Only dorky people say et cetera when they’re half asleep.” He shifts, accepting that he has a lapful of head medic, now, no refunds or exchanges. It’s still, somehow, very comfortable — he feels as if he’s laying in a sun patch, under a warm, heavy blanket. Plus, Will smells like strawberries and lavender and his sandalwood shampoo. Nico could get used to it.

He does, however, subtly raise a couple skeleton to stand guard outside the gazebo — no need to get anyone gossiping. As cute as a sleepy Solace is, Nico can and will shove him to the ground the second anyone gets too close. He has a Reputation.

(He is a liar.)

“Did I miss the strawberry coffee cake this morning?”

“Yes.”

“Aw.”

Nico hums, untangling the last of his hair. Without anything for his hands to do, he slides them under Will’s hoodie, resting them in his stomach, ignoring his whining and exaggerated shiver at Nico’s ice-cold hands.

If Nico is going to function as his personal bean-bag chair, Will is going to function as his space heater. Fair’s fair.

“Saved a piece for you, though.”

He feels Will’s grin more than sees it, twisted up as they are. He feels his happy little wiggle, too, arms flailing before wrapping around Nico’s waist, thighs shifting before re-bracketing his hips.

“You’re my actual favourite.”

“Hm. I think you say that to all the boys you save you strawberry cake and let you nap on them.”

“Nah.” Will’s breathing starts to slow, body stilling as he rests his head right about Nico’s heart. He can feel his puffs of breath in his collarbone, tickling the skin under his thin t-shirt. “Just you.”

Nico flushes, more pleased than he’s willing to admit, and rests his chin on his head, watching over the strawberry fields. He checks that Will is actually asleep, and when he is, he presses a quick, darting kiss to his still-creased cheek, and smiles.

“You’re my favourite, too.”

[sweetmarmalade]

The gym was quiet, the echoes of earlier practice fading into the night. You leaned against the wall, watching as Yamaguchi went through the last of his drills, his focus unwavering. He always pushed himself, always strove to be better, and it was one of the many things you adored about him.

When he finally noticed you, his face lit up with that shy smile that makes your heart warm every time without fail. He approached, a light sheen of sweat on his brow, his breath still a little heavy.

"You're still here?" he asked, his voice soft, almost disbelieving.

You shrugged, a cute smile tugging at your lips. "I like watching you work hard."

He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck, his usual nervous habit. "I....uh....thanks. You didn't have to wait for me, though."

"It's okay Tadashi... I wanted to wait for you. Let's go home together."

His eyes sparkled up, " Give me a minute, I'll be back" and he ran to change out of his gym clothes.

On the way home, he was talking about the floating serve he mastered, and how kageyama and hinata were fighting again, how daichi had to shout to stop them, how tsukki was behind all of this....

You just listened. Your whole attention was on that cute freckly boy and his charming smile and his starry eyes. You just prayed to the universe to let him be yours forever.

[queenie-avenue]

Green with Envy, Slytherin Green.

—> you're jealous, aren't you?

⤻ reader is female, reader is slytherin, reader is a bit stuck up, reader is implied to be a muggle, self indulgent, fluff, angst if you squint, jealousy, set in the 1890s with somewhat more accurate fashion and vocabulary (I was peeved they didn't make any cute outfits), reader and sebby are fifth years.

🦋 ⤻ archives.

There were many times you had seen Sebastian sitting with another young lady, and every time it happened, you felt butterflies eating your insides out. Sure, he was charming, and the moment you met, you just knew he was a popular bachelor in Hogwarts, but you had not expected him to be... such a rake. He was practically advertising himself across the entire school, and though you were deeply infatuated with him, you found it slightly unbecoming of a bachelor to do so.

Still, that charm was why you had fallen for Sebastian Sallow and how you so desperately wanted to be engaged to him.

Knowing him, though, the bachelor would rather not tie himself down like that.

You stared across the Great Hall as he sat down on one of the benches as a girl meekly whispered some words into his ear so sweetly. For a moment, you wondered what they were talking about and you wondered what she had said to cause Sebastian to laugh like that. Green with envy, she turned away and pursed her lips, looking down at her textbook on the dining table.

Still, she stole glances over at the pair.

She knew that the Wizarding World had different ideas about what was considered appropriate, but there were some certain overlaps, like not encouraging any debacuherous behaviour before one party properly proposes. So why was it that that girl was inching so close to Sebastian? If it weren't from the empty finger on her hand, she would have assumed that they were engaged.

"Even if you keep gawking at him, nothing will change." Ominis commented as he ate his porridge.

"I am not gawking." You replied primly. "I am just... observing the ettiquette of the wizarding world." You coughed, trying to cover up the blush on your cheeks despite the boy beside you being blind. "I assumed that all of you would have the same type of social norms that we have."

"We are slightly more different, a bit more Liberal when it comes to such things, I believe." He nodded.

"I see." You have a short reply as you stole one last glance before your attention was stolen away by a certain redhead.

"Hello, Garreth." You greeted with a curt smile.

"Hi, [y/n]!" He greeted with a smile.

"Salutations, Weasely." Ominis nodded as he slurped on his porridge.

"Hey, Ominis." Garreth's sunny disposition seemed to spread everywhere as he spoke. You couldn't help but smile back at the freckly boy too, he reminded you of Sebastian at times. It would be unfair to say so, though so you kept such thoughts close to your heart and locked up.

"[y/n], I was wondering if we could head to J. Pippins together? A nice promenade seems fitting on this sunny day." The sheen in his eyes was so eager you could not help but agree.

"Sure. Meet me after Char-" You were interrupted when someone's hand slammed into the table, causing both you and Ominis to flinch back, given how quiet it was before the rude introduction.

Your eyes snapped upwards, ready to reprimand whoever had been so discourteous. You were met with the sight of muddy brown eyes that matched the shade of dirt thousands of soldiers had died from. His tousled hair that you wanted to brush your hands over, to bury your face into it without needing the excuse of being comforted after a particularly bad day in class. You were almost gawking at him till he spoke up.

"[y/n] is practising duelling with me after school, though." Sebastian smiled at Garreth, his teeth sharp.

"She is?" Ominis was the first to speak up.

"I am?" You followed soon after.

"You are." Sebastian smile softened as he met your eyes.

"I don't think I am. Garreth has nicely and politely asked me to join him." You replied. "You can meet me after Charms." You directed the statement to Garreth.

"Sure." He smirked before heading off.

"What on earth was that for?" You interrogated Sebastian when Garreth was out of earshot. "You were acting ungentlemanly." You hissed at him.

"You're such a stickler for etiquette and manners, but you're the one who is going with a guy to town." He retorted. "Alone." He emphasised.

You once saw green when you looked at Sebastian, but now you just saw red. How dare he lecture you on manners and how to act with the opposite gender?

"You're the one cosying up to a bunch of girls on benches!" You replied sharper than usual.

"She's got a point." Ominis snorted at your words, and Sebastian shot him a look.

"See, Ominis agrees with me."

"Ominis agrees with everyone as long as it's to piss me off."

"Language!" You gasped.

"There it is again, your hypocritical spouting of manners and prim and proper etiquette." He spat.

"You're the one who ruined a perfectly good chat!" You retorted back.

"Ah, so I ruin everything?"

The last straw to your patience broke apart, and you swore you were ready to cast Crucio on this incorrigible boy if it would allow him to zip his mouth for a moment.

Instead, you shouted.

"Sebastian Sallow!"

Sebastian stumbled back at the use of his full name.

Finally having his attention, you smiled curtly, for once grateful for him at shutting his trap so nicely for her.

"Next time, if you want to spend time with me — instead of raking around like you usually do — you are more than welcome to ask." You breathed out a sigh. "However, do not ask me only because you find that pride of yours to be threatened by Merlin knows why."

"Understood?"

However, before your fellow Slytherin could disagree or agree, you walked away; too fed up with the freckly boy.

Sebastian finally let out a breath of air.

"Told you your plan wouldn't work." Ominis snickered.

"What gave you that idea?" Replied Sebastian sarcastically as he folded his arms, looking over at the direction in which you went.

"I told you that Prewett wasn't a good adviser, and yet you still went with his words. Now look at what you've done, [y/n] must be absolutely livid at you." Ominis scolded, abandoning his porridge in favour of chastising his fellow slytherin friend.

"Certainly never taking advice from that Leander again, that oaf." Muttered Sebastian, arms still folded as he sulked. "I need to apologise to her. I'll run down to Hogsmeade later to get some [favourite candy] and some flowers along the way." Sebastian planned. "I'll go get my galleon sack from my room. You can head to potions first." The boy offered before jogging off.

Ominis sighed at the interaction. He was blind, sure, but that didn't mean he couldn't see what was happening between the both of you. Honestly, sometimes he was glad he was blind, because just hearing the both of you banter and flirt in such a weird way was already taxing enough on his mental state, imagine having to see it, too.

Oh and that idiot Sebastian, did he really think that making you jealous was going to somehow get you to gravitate towards him?

After all, he was the jealous one out of the both of you.

[terrortwinss]

Benny Rodriguez x fem!reader

𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐋

It was a hot day and you and your four friends Tay, Fay Fay , Coast, and Jezz had decided to go to the pool and do a little sun bathing. When you arrived you all placed your towels down and lay back. Your friends let out a sigh of relief as you closed your eyes.

Suddenly you heard a loud group of boys running towards the pool before jumping in causing a huge splash of water to fly over your group. “UGH!” Jezz yelled you removed your sun glasses ready to fuck up whoever it was causing such a ruckus for you guys.

When you caught a glimpse of Benny Rodriguez you froze. You’ve seen him and his friends around in their jeans and flannels, you always thought he was cute and gained a little crush on him.

“I can’t stand you lot, always causing trouble for the kids around ya!” Jezz yelled at them wet hair sliding over her face.

A fairly chubby boy with a lot of freckles on his face made a comment under his breathe but she heard it, “what the hell you say?” She sneered. You giggled to yourself, when you felt small hands shove you forward and into the pool.

“AH!” You let out a short lived scream before you hit the water clinging to the closest thing in reach which was Bennys arm. Your friends shoved squints into the pool, when you pulled your head from under water you wrapped your arms around Benny’s neck.

“Woah, woah calm down” he chuckled guiding you over to the rim of the pool and sitting you on the edge or the pool. “You okay?” He asked tilting his head a bit you nodded, “you can’t swim or something?” He grinned.

You giggled but shook you head causing his friends to let out barking laughs your friends jumped in after them chasing them the best they could in water leaving the two of you alone on the edge of the pool wall.

“Well, I’m Benjamin Rodriguez, but everyone calls me Benny. And that’s ham the rest of them might run off later on so no point in tryna help you remember their names.” You smile,nodded and gave him your name. “That’s a pretty name, isn’t it?” He teased laughing when he saw the smile you let out, “well thank you Benny, you’re a real doll aren’t ya.” You complimented putting your finger under this chin and raising his head to meet your eyes.

He flashed a pearly white smile and tilted your head to where the golden sun caught your eyes, you saw a light tint of red burn it’s way on his cheeks as you lent down he gently closed his eyes and rose up to accept your kiss when s pound of water caught you off guard and pulled you away inches from him.

“BENNY GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND SHOW THESE SISSIES WHOS BOSS!” Ham yelled trying to hold Jezz in a head lock, Benny looked back over to you and pulled you to a slightly shallower end with the group. As you inched over to watch Tay and fay Fay basically drown Benny and his Ham as he released Jezz from his freckly hold.

“I saw you over there with the Rodriguez kid.” Coast said leaning over to your ear, “Gotta admit I really thought you would’ve kissed him those damn boys, always causing a ruckus without even realizing.” You let out a breathy laugh and watched the three girls gang up on freckles and Benny the rest of his group had swam off to bother some other kids on the other side of the pool.

“Now who’s the sissies, huh?” Jezz grinned holding ham in a head lock once in a minute dunking his head fully into the water, “okay imma go release her hold before she kills the poor kid!” Coast said pushing off the wall the two of you were resting against, you watched with mild amazement had Jezz held a vice like grip to the boys head.

“Strong girl.” Benny said causing you to flinch you didn’t realize he was right there, “hell yeah, she’s always been that way, coast is always the best at prying her off!” You chirped “sweet” he mumbled glancing over at you.

You all stayed in the pool until 30 minutes till closing was when you all decided to dry off and prepare to leave. Fay Fay and Tae were joking around tripping each other up while Coast was keeping Jezz from killing ham and you were hanging back with Benny talking amongst yourselves.

“It was real sweet of you helping me when squints pushed me in, ya know..” you said swaying from side to side looking at the ground, “it was nothin, I could teach ya how to swim if ya wanna!” He smiled running his hand through his wet hair. “I would like that a lot, thanks.”

You friends were walking a head of you two laughing and yelling at each other, Benny quietly wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you closer to him. You couldn’t help but giggle at this as you pushed closer against his hip, when the intercept for your street and his came up your friends said their goodbyes and continued walking slowly waiting for you.

“This is me, cya around Benny….” You said pulling yourself away him, “yeah, cya around.” When you turned to walk away you felt him grab you wrist and turn you back around his face was bright red and his nose was scrunched up.

He quickly pulled you into a kiss not letting it linger to long before he pulled away and ran down his street leaving you there shocked, you could hear you friends behind you “ooooohhhhh!!” As they hastily pulled you toward home ready to spend the whole night talking about your new “boyfriend” as they called him.

As you all ran down the street you couldn’t help but let a giddy smile cross your lips and giggle, you couldn’t wait will tomorrow.

[edgepunk]

some Earth-2710 Peter Parker headcanons (? is it even a headcanon if it's my AU? I guess lol) because he's rattling around in my brain

Freckly boy - not very noticeable on his face, but he's got more visible freckles on his body, especially his shoulders

He has a mole on the left side of his chin. MJ thinks it's cute (so does Johnny)

If it's humid, his hair gets curly, but it's usually flattened because of his mask

If you squint, you'll notice that his teeth are a teensy tiny bit crooked. That's because of how often he gets kicked/punched in the face by thugs or his villains. In this AU, his enhanced healing extends to his teeth, i.e. he lost his teeth a lot of times, but they regrow rather fast, although slightly crooked.

Speaking of his teeth, his canines got a little sharper when he got bit. It's hard to notice, only when he grins or shows his teeth in any way. He was a little bit self-conscious about it for a short while, because he thought they were actually venomous. They aren't lol

Got a degree in applied physics, but barely passed due to his hectic life. He almost dropped out at some point.

Considered working at Oscorp and even filled out a job application, but decided against it at the last minute. It was before he even knew what kind of person Norman truly was. So, he stayed working as a photographer at the Bugle with some delivery gigs for extra money. Years later, he became a teacher at a middle school.

His music taste is "whatever he likes" though he gravitates towards garage rock. It helps him focus.

Loves, loves fucking around with technology and figuring out how it works. He will disassemble anything that gets into his hands and analyze every part of it. Being poor and dumpster diving taught him how to make use of/reuse every bit of technology. He'd be good friends with Rocket Raccoon.

Knows how knit and sew, he's learned it from May.

He got his knack for photography from May, too. His first camera he used to take photos for the Bugle was May's old camera, which he found in the garage. May taught him how to use it, and some basics in photography to help him take better shots.

[futurewriter2000]

Distance

A/N: Yes, I am alive. Yes, I am writing... from today again. Lemme live okay, there has been a lot going on but I haven't forgotten about my fics. Lucky number request 7 was picked up. Anyways I loved writing this one. Very soothing.

REQUEST: Hello it’s me, do you think you could write a cute jealous Charlie or Meeks, like the reader goes to different school so they don’t have a lot of time together, so one day Charlie or Meeks sees them talking to a guy, and they get jealous.

PAIRING: Charlie Meeks x reader

XX

Year 1959 started off with an odd coldness in the air. Not only because of the winter, but because of all the pressure and the stress of your surroundings.

Exams of the first semester were coming up and your father had you under strict rules, you weren't really obliged to follow. You had no idea why your education was so important to him, as if he wasn't planning about to marry you off anyway.

You never had those hopes for yourself. Yes, you did like to stay at home alone- it was one of your favorite pass times but you had ambitions and dreams of your own. You believed you could achieve them, however with no support of your father, who basically carried the whole family- it was harder to achieve.

Yes, 1959 was cold. Cold and cruel because it made you realise that world isn't that much nice to women your age. You're obliged to act a certain way, play a certain role and be a certain person.

You went to your bed and covered your cold feet under the covers. You thought of your ginger boy. Your sweet Steven. If you could have seen your eyes, you'd see a mirror of glow. You've never thought you'd fall in love with a boy who was all ginger and freckles. You've never even thought about that being close to your type of man but he swooned you over.

The two of you met in one of the hotels during the summer and realised you live close by, only weak 20 minutes away from each other. It was a surprise because you never saw him in your town before but your father didn't much allow you to go out and meet boys.

You did though. That summer, you met this freckly sweet boy, who did nothing but charm you and make you laugh. You thought it was too perfect to be true but there was something in him. Something you couldn't pin down. When he took down those glasses and you could see his gorgeous brown eyes, sometimes just jumped in your stomach.

You've been in love- with him and only him. You could still think of when the two of you first held hands and kissed on the wet grassy field as it rained. It sounded like a fairytale- a movie. It just seemed to be too good to be true and you were afraid that you would jinx it sooner rather than later.

But you didn't have to jinx it, when your father was doing all the work. You haven't argued in a house as much as you did at this age. You've had built up anger, holding it inside over the years. Yet, you never wanted to go too far, not now... because in a way, your father frightened you.

Now that your mother was away, taking care of your ill aunt in another state, your father has gotten worse. Like a little child he drinks and smokes inside. You clean after him, you cook for him, you do his laundry, you- it's like taking care of a child and you felt more exhausted than ever. So exhausted, you haven't had the energy to fight him anymore.

So you endured and you missed the only person who would make you feel better.

Private school for boys... could it be any worse? Nine months of barely any contact. You felt like you were about to explode from all this pressure.

He was your safety net. He was the one to catch you, to soothe you, to take care of you when you were so emotional and not being able to even shower. You walked towards the window and looked out.

A big hole in your chest formed because you missed him so much. You wished you could talk to him. Just to talk. He makes everything feels so much better but how, when he is so far away and you are so far away?

---

Steven Meeks has been feeling similiar as you do, except that he simply adored you more than you could ever know. He always asked himself why him and you always told him why not him. Of course, he was still insecure about himself but that was always a great motivation to keep him prooving himself to you. When Knox told him that he is going to your school to talk to the girl he's been fancying, he knew it would be a great opportunity to surprise you.

However, he was somehow oblivious to the fact that there were other boys in the school with you. He walked in with your favorite chocolate candy in his hand, a box shaped as a heart- even though he knew it was cheesy, you always blushed and laughed at it. To him that was only one out of many sights he loved to see on you.

His colour drained when he saw a large, bulky man standing over you. His hand was leaning on the locker and he had one of those pearly white smirks. Unfortunately, he didn't see your face because he was behind you but it was the perfect opportunity to release the rage he has been holding the minute his eyes set on the two of you.

Something went off in his mind. Something he never thought he was capable of. i

He slammed his hand on the lockers behind you, making you jump a bit and turn around. The guy looked up and raised an eyebrow.

It took you a minute to gather yourself because you haven't expected somebody so similar to your boyfriend appear right next to you. You haven't even believed it until he started to speak.

Meeks' eyes narrowed, his lips thinned and his chest puffed out. "You lost?"

The guy threw his head back in shock. "What?"

"You deaf too?" Meeks continued. "I don't see a single reason why you should be talking to my girl?"

He let out a laugh and took a step forward but Meeks didn't even blink an eye. "Your girl? You? Where you from? Popsicleland?"

"At least my clothes fit, yours are about to tear any minute." he continued to glare at him and you could see the way this was only about to escalate if you wouldn't interfere.

You pushed them away and dragged Steven, barely, around the corner. He was still huffing and puffing but you didn't even care. You didn't care about his challenging male outburst or fragile male ego- you simply jumped into his arms and hugged him so tightly, you were about to burst.

His anger drained slowly into a realisation who was holding him so tightly. The smell of your parfume hit reduced the anger and he hugged you so tightly and as he did so, you started to sob into his arms.

"Shh... I'm here..." he started to caress your back with his hand but you felt this huge amount of release when he did that. When he pulled away to see your drained, grey face he immediately became worried.

He cupped your head into his hands and looked deeply into your eyes. "(Y/N), what's wrong? Why are you sad?" he whispered, his eyebrows furrowing worriedly.

"I just missed you so much." you hugged him back, leaning your head on his chest and squeezing him. He simply didn't know what to do except pressing your head against him and kissing the top.

Oh how he loved you. His heart was simply throbbing from the sadness and the love he had for you. Why were you sad? What did he miss? Why wasn't he here more than he is?

"I love you so much, (y/n)." he mumbld against your head and pulled away, cupping your head again. "I love you and I'm sorry I haven't been here for you. I'm so sorry."

You laughed, wiping the tears off your cheeks. "You're too perfect to be sorry." you smiled and put your hand on his cheeks. "I just love you too."

---

You told him- you told him how pressured you felt and he felt enraged as you continued your sad, pitiful story. He held you so close to him, tightening his grip around your waist, kissing the top of your head whenever your voice started to quiver.

But oh the warmth of him. The presence, soul and love of him. It soothed you like no other thing in this entire world. You didn't know what it was. Was it love? Distance? Longing? But oh how warm and loved you felt by this man.

"I am so sorry." he said.

"What are you sorry for?" you smiled, caressing the hand that held you so close.

"Sorry you had to go through this alone." he said and your smile faded. You leaned back on his chest as you watched your feet drag up the grass until your knees were bent. You laid them on his outstretched legs and he pulled you even closer up to him. "It's my last year there..." he said and looked down at you. You looked up and your eyes met.

You could always read him so well. "Meaning?"

"Meaning I'll get the job as soon as possible and I'll save up for a wedding and a house- even a dog if you want."

You started to laugh. "What about your dreams as a literature professor?" you sat up, serious this time and placing your hand on his cheek. "What about Knox and Charlie and Neil-"

"They're my friends but you're the person I want to spend my life with." his eyes softened. "I want to marry you."

You leaned your forehead on his and smiled. "That's a shame because I want to be married to a literature professor."

[catb-fics]

I ♥️ Vans freckles he’s so cute

Our gorgeous freckly boy ❤️

[castlebyersafterdark]

re: noah's shoulder moles and freckles... oh yes you just know that he is covered in them!! i noticed the one on his neck was gone in s4 and he said he had to get it removed as it was getting dangerous :(

but i love the idea of that narrative also happening for will and mike gently licking over the soft scarred skin which is so tender and sensitive 😵‍💫

I remember being confused when his cute little neck freckles were all the sudden gone, but understand now that it was a health reason :(

You have the vision though, love that. Mike would always make sure Will feels ok and good about things. I always really liked the idea of them both being into each other's freckles and moles, all those cute little beauty spots. Maybe it's vanity 🤭 because I personally love my freckles, but I do really like them on other people too. Finn had really nice freckles on his face, so in turn so does Mike. I know some people lose them over time and I didn't, but it's hard to tell with Finn currently, though I think his are fading these days ☹️

But we can do what we want with Mike! Totally a freckly boy. And Mike loves mapping out all Will's moles and cute little beauty spots. One of his favorite things to do is kiss all of Will's spots, map paths between them with his lips or trace invisible lines connecting them into shapes with his fingers. Hyper attention to Will's body. And Will can barely breathe sometimes when this happens. And Mike always give attention to his neck, even if the old spots are gone now. His number one favorite is the mole above Will's lip. It's a signature when they kiss, especially a casual kiss. When he pulls away, often he just has to place a second one right there above his lip, just an additional quick little thing, before actually pulling away.

[einsteinsugly]

Why are you being a pain? J&E friendship

Summer, 2015. Keeping the Rhythm.

Standing outside of a gothic-style church in the heart of Chicago, Jackie looks at a familiar mass of friends and family, standing outside of its dreary gates.

Well, with the exception of a scrawny old man, who is staring down at his feet like a small child.

In turn, Jackie waltzes on over, with a loud, obnoxiously scoff. "Why are you being a pain?"

"My feet hurt." Eric's loafers awkwardly collide with the sidewalk, as he glances up at the still raven-haired vulture. "I think I might have arthritis or something."

Jackie dismissively chuckles, showing off her Jimmy Choos. "You wouldn't last a day in high heels."

Eric attempts to cool a faded aura of tension, left over from the ills of the past, with a small, lighthearted little factoid. "Did you know that men were the first to wear high heels? Louis XIV didn't like that he was short, so..."

Jackie laughs, once again. "What, did you read that off a popsicle stick or something?"

Eric rolls his eyes, at Jackie's sheer dismissiveness, as they both truly return to their youthful, playful, and brutal rhythm. "I'm a history teacher, so..."

"You like to talk about old, rusty things like yourself?"

He defiantly crosses his arms, with wild hand gestures. "Rusty pot, rusty kettle."

"Rusty kettle?" Jackie dramatically flips her hair, with a rebellious smirk. "I'm almost two years younger than you."

"A year and a half," Eric corrects, in the tone of an aged teacher, "You're still over the hill, and through the woods..."

"To grandmother's house we go?" Leah and James emerge from the small crowd, and James is cradling a fussy bundle of joy, his tiny face as red as his hair. "We're doing this for you, Mom. Because God doesn't exist..."

Jackie can't help but scoff at her son. She loves him, but he can be obnoxious sometimes. "Can you stop being such an atheist at my grandson's christening?"

The other scarlet-haired grandmother finally exits the looming mass, after talking to Brooke for a few moments, cooing at her grandson. As James allows Donna to take the boy, a cute chubby thing with pale, freckly skin and icy blue eyes.

Donna smiles, as little Caleb immediately stops fussing and starts to beam, from ear to ear.

"Don't you mean our grandson?"

Jackie can't help but lovingly glance at her grandson, if only for a mere second, before racing over to play with her little prince. Playing a game of peek-a-boo.

With the exception of those iconic baby blues, the resemblance to one particular set of grandparents is incredibly uncanny. "Yeah, he looks like you two."

Eric nods, ever so proudly. "The Donneric Formciotti genes are strong."

"Unlike you?" Jackie shoots back, glancing at Donna, "Donna can still kick your ass."

Eric jokingly covers Caleb's ears. "Our grandson doesn't need to hear that language..."

Hyde finally ambles on over, kissing Jackie's temple as Eric and Donna loudly and jokingly coo. "Shit's ready to go, doll."

Jackie kisses him back, with a defiant roll of the eyes, at Eric's expense. "Yeah, we're so the cool grandparents."

[lynxindisguise]

Ch. 3 of Shorn and Scarred and Yours (my Slytherin! Sirius AU) is posted on ao3! Read it here.

Here, have a snippet, as a treat:

“First we need to get you out of that uniform,” Lupin says, closing the door behind them. He shrugs off his already unbuttoned shirt, revealing the black graphic tee underneath.

“W-what?” Sirius gulps, tugging on his tie. Has there been a misunderstanding? Is ‘sneaking out’ code for something else?

“So you don’t look like a student, I meant,” Lupin corrects quickly, his face turning a true Gryffindor crimson. “I don’t—I’m not—just because I like boys doesn’t mean I want to get with you, Black.”

“Noted,” he replies stiffly.

He knows that should be a relief—is a relief. But it does also sting, in a practical, objective sort of way. Why wouldn’t Lupin want to get with him? He’s Sirius Black. He’s been turning heads since he was twelve. He had to invent a French girlfriend last year just so he could walk the halls without being swarmed by girls, and his disinheritance only replaced the social climbers with self-appointed white knights. What is it Lupin wants in a man that he doesn’t have?

“Sorry. I just…” Lupin wrings his hands. “Please don’t start acting skittish around me. I promise I’m not going to try anything.”

He doesn’t know how to explain that he was less concerned about Lupin, specifically, ‘trying something’ and more worried that he’d accidentally given him the wrong idea. It’d hardly be the first time someone thought he was trying to use them in a physical way when, in fact, he was trying to use them as a pawn in some greater scheme… So he just says, “Okay.”

“Anyway… You can’t go into town like that.” He waves a hand over Sirius, and really, this interaction is very much testing what he thought was his unshakeable self-confidence. “Honestly, do you own anything but that stupid uniform?”

“My parents forgot to pack my dress robes when they threw me out on the streets,” he says dryly, unaware that this isn’t peak comedy until he sees Lupin’s alarmed expression.

“Oh—shit—fuck—no, I—”

“No, no it’s fine—”

“—meant like jeans or something, I didn’t—”

“Really, it’s—”

“—think I still have some jeans I outgrew over the summer actually…” He throws open the wardrobe and rifles through it. “Reckon they’d fit you.”

“Lupin—”

“Not because you’re short!” he cries, growing increasingly flustered. “That wasn’t—you’re not—you’re perfect—I’m just tall, too tall, stupidly tall, fucking hate it if I’m honest.”

Sirius just gapes at him, the cool, collected punk turned flushed and frantic. He didn’t realise how calming he found Lupin’s presence until his usual nonchalant air gave way to this panicky energy. But it doesn’t perturb him; if anything, he finds it sort of… intriguing. Like a turtle that’s lost its shell. A cute, freckly, fluffy-haired turtle that he wants to cradle protectively in his hands...

[mis3rabl3m3lody]

I only realised that if you look closely enough at Tintin's face, he has freckles, and that just...that is just so goddamn cute that this sweet boy reporter has freckles. he is like,, actual sunshine I swear to god. also someone made some sfw/nsfw headcanons about him dating you and I've lost my shit it's so hot

Just looked at the screenshots closer and OMG HE DOES I KNEW IT WE WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG DBSBWHCBWJSX😭🛐 MY CUTE GINGER FRECKLY BOY🥺😫😪💕💕💖💖💖 WAAAAHHHGKDNCENNC I LOVE HE SO MUCHDBDJ

Also I did read that hc post it was very cute and hot I've been staring at it for five hours now heeheeee🤭🥰💕💕💕

[mountttmase]

If you ignore the noise and rumours about his love life (and let's be honest, that's all it is. We don't know them, we only hear the gossip), he is a really nice lad. He adores his family, is great with fans and kids, and he is a quality footballer. He's also got no filter in interviews, which I love. It is refreshing.

And he has very cute freckles. 🥰

Yes so I was just watching the game and he was playing so well and I just really wanted him to score 😂 and when he did I was like why am I so happy about this 😭

He just makes me laugh like I saw the interview after when he said he’d been in the loo cause he felt sick 😂 and he does have cute freckles I thought that whilst he was talking, I must have a thing for freckly boys 🙊

[roniebuttercups]

A Draw This In Your Style!

Characters: Calgary/Calvin McCall & Edmonton/Edward Murphy Belong to @acetechne/@battle-of-alberta

This took so long. I had my vaccine recently (June 5th) and drew for 3 days straight while my arm was sore. However it was so worth it!!!

More versions under the cut!

[sollucets]

i wish i could spoiler text on tumblr like on discord. oh well. readmore it is. have an eli crumb because 1. this is taking longer than i thought it would and 2. i wrote some sentences i think are. so cute

“If only you knew,” he answers, grinning. When Elliott smiles for real, big and unrestrained, his nose scrunches up like he’s about to sneeze. They’ve wondered more than once what it would be like to touch that little wrinkle, to watch from close enough to kiss as his freckles distort across his cheeks. “But you will. Wanna come sit? I’ve got a spot set up.”