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1. December 26th, 2016

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Y/N promised herself she would never date a musician. It was her one rule–her only rule, actually–when it came to dating. But then, Harry Styles rolled into her life and asked her to break it, just this once. And this is what happened.

A/N: welcome to chapter one of THE ONLY EXCEPTION! i’m so flipping excited i could scream!!!!!! this fic is going to be a long boi so buckle up. also thank you to @meetmeinfleetwood for supporting this fic from the start ilysm!!!! xoxo, willa

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Y/N’s dad had been having these Christmas parties for the past five years or so, each time on the 26th of December, each time packed with music industry people and lots of bottles of tequila and red wine. Her first time had been two years ago, and she had found it surprisingly enjoyable—she had expected it to be boring and to want to leave after the first hour. Instead, it was full of people she had known since she was a kid, musicians and producers and her dad’s old A&R guys who she had grown up hanging out with in recording studios and backstage at her dad’s shows. They had come to family dinners before and after her parents’ divorce, and so when she ran into them at the parties it was easy to catch them up on her life and suddenly it was after midnight and the party was emptying out.

This year she had volunteered to help set up. Her dad had rented a massive house out in the hills and it came already decorated, but it was on Y/N to make sure there were chairs set up for the music circle, a massive bar laid out and plenty of glasses ready. Her dad’s friend was making the food, eager to use the opportunity to promote the new restaurant he was opening, so when Y/N opened the door it already smelled like garlic and olive oil, her favorite scents on earth.

“Karl!” She called through the house, shutting the heavy oak door behind her. Her arms were laden with boxes of plastic glasses—her dad was too scared of the guests breaking glass ones—and she wandered into the kitchen. The tall ceilings of the entryway where a massive Christmas tree sat adorned with ornaments gave way to a modern, sleek kitchen. Karl twirled around to greet her, a grin on his face. “Smells delicious in here.”

He set down his spatula and came over, grabbing a box and giving her a kiss on each cheek. “Hello, darling. Are there more in the car?”

She shook her head, unwinding her scarf from her neck and placing it on the counter. Karl had been her father’s college roommate and somehow they’d stayed close over the years, every one of Y/N’s birthdays spent at one of Karl’s restaurants with all of her favorite dishes made special, a birthday cannoli with a candle in it for her to blow out. “This is all of the glasses. Dad told me to get the bar ready—he’s bringing the booze in a bit.”

“Hope there’s a glass of wine in there for the chef,” Karl said and Y/N chuckled—there always was a bottle of Karl’s favorite expensive wine set aside when he did one of these things and he knew it. It was part of the pay, her father always said. “Want to taste test?”

“Always.” Y/N joined Karl at the stove, eagerly tasting the sauce he was cooking. It was a simple sage butter sauce, but Karl always excelled at the most simple dishes. “Delicious, as usual,” she said.

Karl jabbered her ear off about the updates on the restaurant—they’d run into problems finding a good sous chef and he was about to do the job himself if he didn’t find someone soon—while Y/N decided where to set up the bar. Finally, she settled on a high table against the glass wall in the wide hallway between the kitchen and the sprawling dining room, which opened up onto the patio. She tugged open the accordion glass doors and breathed in the cool Los Angeles air, thankful for a relatively cold evening, since she always got overheated at parties like this, where people were crammed into every corner. Her dad seemed to know more people every year. Satisfied with the position of the table, she set out the glasses and paper napkins, before asking Karl if he had an extra cooler he’d brought with. She’d forgotten to ask her dad for one before she had left. She filled it with ice and set it next to the table with a scoop, and grabbed the special shot glasses her father had told her to bring, placing them on the table next to a bouquet of flowers.

Her job done, she wandered through the rest of the house. It was gorgeous—she wondered how her father had found it. If she remembered correctly, he had said something about it being an official venue for music and parties, he’d done a private gig here a few years back and the owners had loved him enough to offer it for this party. It’s not like anyone really had gigs on December 26th anyway. She closed all the doors to the back bedrooms, remembering her father’s request, and set up a coat closet of sorts out of the bedroom closest to the front, before heading to change into her outfit for the evening.

“Y/N!” She was securing her favorite pair of earrings in her ears when she heard her father’s voice through the halls of the house. “Where ya at, sweetheart?”

“One sec, Dad!” She grabbed the hanger she had kept her top on and shoved it into her massive purse, settling it into the back corner of the room for safety. Her father was waiting for her in the kitchen with Karl, also getting a sample of the sauce she had tried earlier.

“Hi you,” her father said when she came in. His salt and pepper hair was balding a bit, but his bright smile was what drew people in, olive skin that tanned easily in the California sun. Y/N had selected his suit for the evening, a maroon red and a black tie, something a bit out of the ordinary for him, but Y/N loved it. “Look gorgeous.”

She hugged her father tightly. She had spent Christmas with her mother, as usual, so this was the first time she’d seen her dad during the holidays. “Not too bad yourself, captain.”

“Ha!” Her father pinched her cheek softly, just as he had when she was a child. “I’ve got your present in the car, come grab it with me?”

“Sure.” They had decided to exchange gifts at the party and Y/N had hers tucked in the back pocket of her jeans—dinner on her at Karl’s new restaurant, something she’d discussed with the owner a few weeks ago. Her father’s car sat in the driveway, trunk open where boxes of alcohol laid waiting to be carried inside. “That my gift?”

“You wish,” her dad answered, and Y/N gave him a pouty look that he just shook his head at. He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out an envelope. Y/N couldn’t help but hope it was cash—she needed a new computer and was running a bit short. She knew her dad would help if she asked, but she hated asking him for money.

She took the envelope and opened it, a sheet of paper and something thicker hiding between its folds. She opened the letter and found a homemade coupon of sorts, just as she had done for him.

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“Papa,” she said, giving him a beaming smile. “My favorite!” She threw her arms around his neck and he chuckled, hugging her right back.

“Just give me a few weeks heads up, okay?”

Y/N nodded, and looked back down at the letter, eyes running over her dad’s sweet words of love and pride. It was their thing—homemade cards always, never store bought, despite that neither of them could draw. “Thank you.”

“Welcome, sweetheart.”

“Now yours!” She reached into her pocket and pulled out his envelope, aptly addressed, Dad, and handed it over. Her father read her card as well, and chuckled at her drawing of them at dinner together.

He kissed her forehead gently. “Thank you. It’s perfect.”

“Merry Christmas,” she said, squeezing his side. “Now let’s get all this booze out of your car before I drive away with it!” Her dad laughed and followed her to the back of the car, them each grabbing a carton of wine. There had to be enough for over a hundred people, Y/N thought to herself. Who would be new this year?

The party was in full swing, her dad’s favorite music playing softly through the speaker system, people littered all over the house with the alcohol flowing. Karl was cooking up a storm in the kitchen, his food a massive hit, and Y/N couldn’t have been happier for him. She’d caught up with her dad’s friends and people who were essentially her godparents, sharing how her job was going (fine) and her relationship prospects (non-existent), sipping tequila and red wine on rotation.

Y/N leaned against the patio railing overlooking the hills, a glass of tequila on the rocks settled in between her palms. She could hear her father’s voice in the distance calling people to come and start the music, the scrape of chairs and strumming of guitars. It was about time for her to go in, but she lingered, relishing the quiet of the night and the biting air wrapping around her. Since she didn’t play an instrument, despite her father’s attempts, this part of the evening was the part where she just sat back and observed. And also usually got quite drunk since all she had to do was drink and sing along.

“Y/N, right?” She turned around, eyes focusing on the person standing a few feet away. “I’m Harry.”

Harry Styles. How had he ended up here, and how had she not seen him yet? “Nice to meet you,” she answered, standing up straight and taking a sip of her drink. “Not going in to play?”

He shook his head. “Bit nervous, if I’m honest. Lot of talent in that room.”

She cocked her head to the side as he joined her at the railing. “You’re plenty talented,” she told him. It was true. She was a huge fan of his, had been for a while, following his work in One Direction since its inception, and now in the solo career her dad had mentioned. He was recording with some guys out at The Village a few months ago and called her at the end of the day, saying he ran into Harry Styles in the middle of a session doing some solo stuff. Said it sounded good, which she wasn’t surprised by in the slightest.

But Harry just chuckled. “Nah, those people are legends,” he said. She knew who he was talking about, too. One of the Dixie Chicks was there, some guys who had written with John Mayer and Kanye West, a dozen other Grammy-nominated musicians, some record label execs who had practically formed the industry as they knew it today, the A&R people who had found them. It was intimidating, definitely, but for Harry she didn’t think it would be.

“Just people.” She sipped on her drink, studying him. He was in a long black coat, a loose black v-neck silk shirt and red and white plaid pants that tapered at the leg, his cropped curls falling into his face slightly. He also had a tequila on the rocks gripped in his hand, rings adorning every one of his fingers. A skull, a red stone, a silver band, amongst them. “Having fun?”

He smiles at her, thankful for the change of topic. “Loads. Haven’t been at a party like this in a while.”

“What do you mean?”

The breeze passed between them, ruffling his hair a bit. “I don’t know. Just, people who didn’t really give a shit about me, if you know what I mean? Holidays can be a bit much sometimes.”

She nodded as if she understood what it felt like to be a popstar of his fame, which she didn’t, but she could imagine. “Didn’t go home?”

“My mum and sister came here, actually,” he said. “They were craving a respite from the cold English winters.”

“Well, this is definitely a respite,” Y/N said, and Harry chuckled.

Silence stretched between them and Y/N tapped her fingernails against her cup. Maybe it was time to go inside, she thought. “So, Y/N, what do you do?”

His question pulled her out of her head easily. “Brand strategy,” she answered, thankful for a comfortable topic. “I work mostly with fashion and product companies, preferably sustainable ones.”

“You like it?”

“Love it.” She did. She loved her work—she’d gone to school for it and thrown herself into it after school, loving pitching projects for clients and helping them understand their core purpose and how they could grow and evolve most authentically. “It was that or books, but I decided this was a bit more profitable. Also wasn’t too keen on living in New York.”

Harry nodded, twirling his glass in his hands. She took the opportunity to run her eyes across his face—he was gorgeous in this way that you weren’t sure was real. It was interesting to see how much he’d grown up. At 22, his cheekbones were cut and his jaw defined, his former long locks he had recently cut and Y/N liked these more, she decided. “What are your favorite writers?” He asked, pulling Y/N back into the conversation.

“That’s like asking which one of your children is your favorite,” she joked, and he chuckled, the sound music to Y/N’s ears. “Dunno, really. I read so much it’s hard to choose, you know? Reading a Louise Erdrich book right now that’s absolutely stellar. The Round House—you should give it a go if you’ve got the time.”

He pulled out his phone and she watched him type in the name to his Notes app, the action making her smile. “Been looking for a new book,” he said. “Just been reading The New Yorker and my mum about took my head off for not reading enough.” They both laughed, the sound filling the night air.

“Harry!” A man was standing in the doorway to the patio, a guitar in hand. “Come sing, mate.”

Harry glanced back at Y/N. “Coming?”

Y/N nodded and followed him inside, refilling her glass on the way. Harry handed her his, and she did the same, giving them both another glass of tequila to sip on while they listened to the circle of musicians. Someone had decided to do some Christmas tunes she Y/N smiled when she heard her father’s voice—he’d made it a bit country, just like he loved to do with popular songs. He’d grown up on a steady diet of folk music and country, just as Y/N had, and he always joked it was in his blood. Harry took a seat next to his friend who Y/N didn’t recognize—probably some producer her dad had met recently, maybe one of the guys from The Village if that was how they’d connected, and Y/N grabbed the seat her dad had saved for her next to him.

She joined in immediately, knowing this rendition of “The Little Drummer Boy” by heart, since it was the same one he had made up when Y/N was eight or nine. Karl was in the circle too, a plate of food in his hands and his bottle of red wine on the ground, and he gave her a warm smile. This was her favorite part of the night—feeling a part of something her father loved so dearly. When he gave her a kiss to her temple and introduced her to the group, she couldn’t help but find Harry’s eyes, his irises twinkling back at her under the lights.

At one o’clock, people finally began filtering out of the party, and Harry decided it was probably time for him to head. Jeff, who had invited him to come with, had already left, exhausted from the holidays with family, but Harry had stayed, hoping to talk to Y/N for a little while longer. He had unfortunately failed to catch her, though, the music running long and after it had wrapped up people had tugged her in for hugs and conversation. Despite knowing who she was through her father, he was still in awe of how intimately she knew all of these people. He overheard snippets of her conversations, asking about children and partners, parents who had cancer and career-defining moments she’d missed out on because of work. Harry was in this world too, but many of the people at this party were a bit older than his usual set—they belonged to the group of his heroes, rather than necessarily people he felt were his peers. He was still getting his solo career together, still only a boyband member in their eyes. He tried not to feel less than, but sometimes it was hard when you were sat next to Natalie Maines of the Dixie Chicks with utterly nothing to say but awe-inspired ramblings.

Finally, Y/N was alone, the older couple she was talking to having left for the door, and Harry seized the opportunity. “Y/N,” he said, and her head popped up from her phone to look at him. Her dark brown hair was soft against her skin, and he eagerly wondered what it felt like against his skin, brown eyes that searched his soul. “I loved talking to you earlier.”

She smiled and Harry loved it when she did. Lit up the whole room, just about. “Me too. Glad you came—with Jeff, yeah?”

He nodded. “He introduced me to your dad when we were at The Village.” Y/N nodded as well, obviously having figured out the story. “I—I was wondering, would you want to grab coffee sometime? I’d love to chat more, get to know you.” He restrained the urge to bounce on his heels, nervous in front of her. He felt like a kid asking out his crush, but that’s what this was, a crush. Even if it came to nothing, she was kind, interesting, and fit into the world he revolved in. It wasn’t the most important thing, but he appreciated it all the same.

“Oh,” she said, tone somber. “Sorry, Harry, but I don’t date musicians. Get home safe, yeah?” She turned away from him, feet carrying her back into the living room, presumably finding her father.

What? She didn’t date musicians? “I’m sorry—what?”

Y/N turned back to look at him. “I just don’t. Bit of a rule.”

“Why?”

She shrugged. “Don’t feel the need to explain it. Bye, Harry.” Then, she walked away and Harry was left in shock. The abrupt change in tone was like whiplash—she had seemed so interested, involved in their conversation, only to tell him she didn’t date musicians? What the fuck kind of rule was that?

He huffed and tugged out his phone to tell his driver he was ready, and went outside, leaving behind Y/N and her confusing rule. But this wouldn’t be the last time he saw her, he decided. He wanted to know why she had this rule, this stupid rule that was stopping her from getting to know him. It wasn’t like he even asked her to date him, just to get coffee for Pete’s sake. Harry sat down in the car and pulled out his phone, composing a text to Jeff.

Could I write with Peter? Seemed like a great guy, really talented. Maybe if she got to Y/N’s dad, he could earn some brownie points. Maybe then she’d bend her rules for him, because despite their short conversation, Harry was intrigued.

Definitely, Jeff replied. I’ll text him tomorrow.

Harry closed his phone and smiled. Hopefully this worked, because Harry was dying to know more about this rule of hers.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed when she pulled into her dad’s driveway. There was another car sat in the drive, a black 4-door SUV she’d never seen before, the windows tinted so she couldn’t see in. It reminded her of those cars the FBI drives in crime dramas, which obviously led her to a part of her brain that was not necessarily a hopeful place. She scrambled to grab her bag from work and her keys, launching herself from her car and towards her dad’s door.

“Dad!” She called into the house, slamming the door shut behind her. “Whose car is in the drive? Didn’t tell me we’d be having company!” Gripping the wall for balance she toed off her shoes and set her bag on the floor next to the door, shrugging off her coat and setting it on a hook. “Dad?”

“He’s in the toilet.”

Her head whipped around and found Harry Styles standing in her hallway, hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans. As much as she had planned to forget about him after the party, never really expecting to see him again, she hadn’t been able to. And now he was in her house, hair pushed back from his face, a grin painted on his lips. It was irritating how gorgeous he was. “The fuck are you doing here?”

A hand went up to scratch the back of his neck and for a second Y/N regretted being quite so aggressive. “‘M writing with your dad,” he explained. “Guess he didn’t tell you.”

“No,” she answered. She brushed past him into the living room where, as Harry had said, it was obvious they had been writing. Her dad’s treasured old Gibson guitar leaning against his favorite armchair where he’d set it, computers out with GarageBand up for recording demos, papers with scribbles strewn across the coffee table. “Good session?” She decided that there was no way he was here just to pursue her—he was there for professional reasons, after all. Her dad and Harry must’ve hit it off at the party last week. There was also the fact that her dad was a really fucking good songwriter, so of course Harry would want to work with him. Ever since he’d stopped touring, her dad had started doing mainly writing, his songs appearing on records from everyone from up-and-coming artists the label found him to John Legend.

Harry just nodded. Her eyes drifted to his own guitar, a soft brown wood that had obviously seen some heavy use and travel. She recognized it from her dad’s own guitars that he used to take on the road with him, the nicks and faded wood at the base of the bridge.

“Y/N!” Her dad’s voice fell through the silence of the room as he re-entered. He was wearing his favorite old UCLA shirt, where she’d just graduated from not too long ago. “Home earlier than usual. Was going to give you a heads up about this one,” he pointed to Harry then, “but I see you’ve already found out.”

Her eyes drifted to Harry, who stood awkwardly next to the couch, unsure if he should sit or stand. “Finished my projects early and didn’t have any meetings, so thought I’d get out early and surprise you.”

“Well,” her father said, giving her a quick hug, “glad you did. I’m getting hungry, how about you?” She nodded, she was always ravenous after work. “Harry, would you want to stay for dinner?”

No, she thought. The last thing she wanted was to sit at a table with a guy she’d rejected and her father and eat an awkward dinner on a Friday night. She just wanted a massive glass of red wine, her delicious romance novel from her bedside table, and maybe lighting a fire in the pit in the backyard.

Instead, Harry said, “Sure. Don’t want to impose though.”

“Nonsense! Y/N why don’t you go change and Harry and I can tidy up from working. We were about done anyway.” Her dad kissed the top of her head sweetly and she just did as he said, Harry a forgotten thought behind her as she went to her room upstairs.

It was her childhood bedroom which she had been residing in for a month now. How her landlord could put her out for this long was beyond her, but she hadn’t had the energy to fight it—plus, it was an opportunity to spend some quality time with her workaholic father. So she was spending her evenings in her light blue colored room, sleeping between her soft pink sheets, and picking her work clothes that butted up against remnants from high school she’d left behind as memories. Y/N pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt that probably belonged to an ex-fling from college—Daniel maybe? Y/N couldn’t remember. Slipping on a pair of socks to keep her feet warm from the tile floors of the kitchen, she left her room, tugging her door shut so if Harry went exploring he wouldn’t stumble into her room.

Downstairs, Harry was sat at the kitchen island with a glass of wine and a smile on his face, deep in conversation with her dad about Fleetwood Mac’s chord progressions. A glass of red was waiting for her on the counter and she picked it up, wandering over to where her dad was cooking

“Whatcha making?” She asked, peeking into the pot.

“Pasta,” he replied. “Now stop being a nosy Nelly and talk to our guest while I try to focus on not burning the pasta.”

“Dad you haven’t even put it in yet.”

Her dad shooed her from the stove and she chuckled, backing away. “Get out of here, ya pest.”

She turned to Harry, realizing her dad was actively trying to get them to hang out. He was so annoying sometimes. “How do you feel about a fire?”

“Positively,” he answered and she led him outside into her backyard.

It was chilly out, but nothing too bad. She set her glass on the table and went over to the stack of wood her dad kept against the fence, picking up some logs and carrying them over to the fire pit they’d had for years. At first it was so Y/N could roast marshmallows at home, her father trying to do anything to get her to come over to his house more after the divorce, and as time had gone on it had become her favorite place in the whole house. When her dad was out of town and she came over to check up on the house in high school, she’d bring her weed and smoke out here under the stars.

Harry sidled up next to her and picked up a few logs, following her to the fire pit. “This is cool,” he said, words breaking their silence.

Y/N dropped the logs into the fire and looked up at him. “Favorite part of the whole house.” A box of matches sat next to the door and she grabbed them, as well as some kindling, and brought it over to the logs, setting the kindling under the logs before lighting them. The fire leaped up, the wood nice and dry from the lack of rain recently. “So, who got in touch with who?”

Harry looked at her in confusion. “Huh?”

She settled into one of the chairs set by the fire, wine tucked between her fingers. “The writing. You or my dad?”

“Oh,” he answered, joining her in the chair next to her. “Me, actually. Through Jeff.”

As expected. “And?”

“He’s really good,” Harry said, to which Y/N chuckled.

“That he is.”

“What was it like growing up with him as your dad?” He asked, breaking the silence between them.

Y/N shifted in her chair. She’d been asked this question so many times over the years, but it still was hard to answer. “Hard, if I’m being honest,” she told him, truth surprising her. But she had a feeling Harry would get it to a certain extent. He was a hugely popular star, after all. She’d heard rumors that he was a part of a movie coming out this year, something historical. “Like, my parents are divorced, which I assume you know.” He nodded, probably having figured it out by now. “And with my dad’s tour schedule when I was in school, I didn’t see him all that much, especially in elementary and middle school. He was gone all the time, even missed my birthday a couple times because of tour dates, so I just didn’t really know him that well, I guess. Fuck, sorry, this is a lot,” she breathed out, realizing she was rambling. Harry was just surprisingly easy to talk to, his eyes steady on her, intently listening to her every word. Boys didn’t usually listen to her like this.

“S’fine,” he replied. “When did it change, if you don’t mind me asking? Seem so close now.”

The fire, having grown by now, crackled in front of them. “Late high school, but mainly when I was in college. My mom moved to San Francisco for a job and I went to UCLA, so my dad was closest. Came over to do my laundry sometimes, have a home cooked meal, he’d take me to dinner, that stuff. Came to football games with me, sometimes, which he always tried to be interested in but never succeeded.” Harry chuckled at that and Y/N smiled at the sound. Harry was obnoxiously pretty. Like, impossibly pretty in this way where you couldn’t help but look at him again to make sure that yes, he was a real person. And it was really fucking distracting. “His touring kind of stopped when I went into college too,” she added, trying to refocus on the conversation. “Started writing mainly, putting out music only when it suited him. He’s a lot happier now, I think.”

“That’s good,” he said, taking a sip of wine. “I’m glad you guys were able to have that kind of relationship, even if it was later.”

Y/N blinked at him, his words so kind and honest. “Me too.”

“Always been one of my fears, if I’m being honest,” he said, words soft in the cool night air. Sun was starting to set and it was getting dark around them, the light of the fire putting an orange ember to his face. “About having kids with my career, you know? I want to be a dad, but it’s like…how do I do that while being gone all the time?” His honesty shocked her, but then again Harry Styles seemed to be excelling at that in every regard. “Sorry, that’s a lot to unload on you.”

“No it isn’t,” she reassured him. “Just told you about all my daddy issues, yeah?” He chuckled, and it lightened the mood just enough. “You’ll figure it out.”

Harry nodded, taking another sip of his wine and she did the same. It was her favorite, the one her dad bought multiple of whenever she came to stay. Even though they’d gotten closer over the years, his desire to make his house perfect for her never seemed to fade. “Can I ask you something else?”

“Shoot.”

“The rule—I—why is that?”

Well, fuck. This was the exact conversation she didn’t want to have, the one she was hoping he wouldn’t bring up. “It’s actually related to what you were just saying,” she said slowly. He’d get it after everything she’d explained and the fears he shared, right? “I don’t date musicians because they’re always gone.”

Harry was quiet, absorbing her answer. It was true, they always were gone—she had every right to her rule, she told herself. She didn’t want a repeat of what her parents had experienced, what she’d experienced. Her dad’s job had ruined everything in their family, ripping her parents apart, keeping him away from her for more of the year than he was home. She didn’t want the same thing for her kids. “That’s a pretty broad stroke, isn’t it?” Harry said though, pushing back against her. “Like all musicians. Kinda a generalization ‘bout us.”

“You said it yourself,” she said, leaning forward in her chair and resting her elbows on her thighs. “You’re gone all the time. How do you build a life with someone who isn’t there half the time?”

“Devil’s advocate,” Harry said, setting his wine on the arm of his chair, “but hypothetically you’re dating someone who tours all the time. But they make you a priority, coming home and seeing you, putting your relationship first. That wouldn’t matter? You wouldn’t even take the chance that it could work out okay?”

This time it was Y/N who was quiet. “I mean, musicians only have so much control over their schedules,” she said, remembering the excuses her dad used to tell her. “Plus, it’s not the relationship that’s the problem. It’s the part when you get to marriage and kids.”

“…So it’s better to just avoid the whole thing entirely?”

Y/N nodded, her logic laid out in front of her. She’d never had to do this before—most times, guys just took her at her word and dropped it all together. Harry pushed though, wanting to understand in a way the others didn’t care enough to do. “It’s safer.”

“But then you miss out on the opportunity to fall in love with someone,” Harry says, his words like rocks in her stomach. “And what if that person was a musician?”

Y/N had a feeling they were no longer talking in hypotheticals. “We can fall in love with tons of different people.”

“No soulmates and shit for you, then?” She shook her head. She didn’t believe in all that crap, never had. Relationships were about work, effort, time. The person was important, but the life that person led mattered more to her. How much they’d prioritize the relationship, the kind of life they wanted to build. “That’s kind of depressing,” Harry said.

The fire crackled and popped. “I don’t think so. It’s…practical.”

“Love isn’t supposed to be practical, Y/N.”

Y/N found herself speechless. She didn’t have an answer for him. She’d never been in love before, that was for sure. Hadn’t found that kind of love that people like Harry write songs about and she’d often found herself wondering when it was going to happen for her. There just hadn’t been any guys that were right for her yet.

“Y/N! Harry!” She turned and her dad was in the doorway, pasta sauce splattered on his shirt. He’d always been a messy cook. “Dinner’s ready.”

Y/N took one last look at Harry before grabbing her wine and heading inside, Harry following at her heels.

After dinner, Harry decided this was his last chance at Y/N. He couldn’t exactly use the same excuse twice and after understanding her rule, he was determined to be the exception. He helped Y/N clear the plates while her dad settled in at the TV in the other room, telling them it was his time to watch the nightly news and they could clean up since he had cooked. Harry had missed being in a home like this, the kind where he got told to clean up from dinner and there was calm and normal conversation at the table, Y/N talking about her day at work and Harry sharing about his activities from his mum’s visit. It brought him a kind of peace he didn’t know he needed.

The plate clattered on the counter as he set it down, Y/N turning, her hands soapy with the water from the dishes. “Gonna break our dishes,” she said with a snort. “Be careful, please.”

“Sorry,” Harry said sheepishly. He’d cleared the table, so he grabbed a dish rag from the peg and joined Y/N at the sink, taking the clean dishes from the rack and drying them, stacking them on the counter since he didn’t know where they belonged in the cabinets.

They worked in silence, the only sound her dad’s TV from the other room. He could hear Rachel Maddow’s show on NBC, the same one he liked to watch, learning from her commentary on American politics that he was still trying to wrap his brain around.

“Y/N,” he said when they’d finished the dishes. “I promise I heard everything you said earlier.” She looked at him with curiosity in her eyes, trying to figure out where he was going with this. Harry tried to pick his words delicately, wanting to make sure she knew he did hear her, he was just entranced by her and couldn’t give her up. “But what is the likelihood you would be willing to give it a shot? With me?”

She took the dish towel from his hands and dried her own, considering his words. The waiting was killing him, but he didn’t want to rush her. He knew what her worries were and he was asking her to put them aside.

“We’ll take it slow,” he told her, stumbling over the words. “Promise. You set the pace, you decide about commitments. I just…” Can’t stop thinking about you.

But then Y/N surprised him by saying, “I know. I feel that way too.” His eyes widened, not believing the words from her mouth. “I’ll give it a shot,” she said slowly. “Better make the date good.”

“You sure?”

“I wouldn’t ask again unless you’d like me to change my mind.”

“Can I get your number then?” She nodded and read it off, Harry typing the numbers into his phone next to her name. Then Harry shut up and just smiled at her, following her like a puppy dog into the other room where her dad sat watching TV. She curled up on the couch, pulling the blanket her dad had so it would cover part of her and his heart softened at how sweet she looked. He loved seeing her like this, at home, comfortable in her space. “I’m going to head out,” he said. “Thank you so much for dinner, Peter.”

Y/N’s dad turned from the TV and gave him a wide smile. “Of course, Harry. You’re welcome anytime—wouldn’t want you to get lonely out here!”

His eyes drifted to Y/N and he knew that with her around, there was never anyway he could be lonely.

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jcfoxington · 3 years

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@sambambucky : “pls... Pastels, Peaches and Pain??? among us first draft??? marvel meets warframe meets a bunch of tumblr posts (it’s not an au!?!??!)

hi jo !!! Pastels, Peaches, and Pain is one of those sambucky wips i have mostly fully fleshed out in my head because of one (1) extreme moment of clarity after a rogue ‘what if’ tangent thought but havent written anything of yet out of restraint / knowing i need to finish at least one of my current sambucky wips before i start it or none of them will get done

this was the rogue tangent thought: “what if Sam is haunted by Figaro’s ghost and has been since he was a kid?”. i’ve changed the ghost cat to not be Figaro but that’s the premise !

i refer to the fic as the cat fic ‘cause the whole plot is based around sam’s ghost cat companion insisting he adopts nat’s cat Liho after endgame and then Figaro later and then [insert redacted because plot spoilers but just know it relates to Alpine]. no im not projecting my feelings about cats idk what youre talking about

here’s some note snippets just for you:

the cat, inexplicably, takes a liking to bucky, which is really annoying bc sam doesnt know how to explain to him that all the oddly soft gusts of wind are actually sam's dead cat insisting on getting pats

bucky getting shade thrown at him by said ghost cat during all of tfatws + them making up (and not out. yet)

starts when sam's a kid & follows him as he grows up w/ a ghost kitty as a companion only he can see & interact with + angst with an undertone of comedy + getting together

he whispers to ghost kitty, who simply mmrrs happily

for the among us first draft thing, what basically happened is i saw this tweet and this video and my brain latched onto these dynamics so hard i had to write about them.

here’s a sketch of my two main imposters, Black (left) and Cyan (right):

and here’s a snippet:

The thing having Cyan pause and stare out at the asteroid field is how the colors stretch to family. When they and Black came aboard, they had thought every crewmember was an adult working on the planet-change project. That the patch of off-white with a black something-pattern-or-shape signified status. In a way, Cyan supposes it does, but just not the way they expected. They had expected it to show what rank an individual held within the hierarchy of the crew, from deckhand to division leader to captain, not to show that you're family of the crew and not actually part of the crew itself.

There are innocents on this ship. Children. It was not something any of them had anticipated, and not something Cyan had been prepared to deal with. They and Black boarded this horrible place to eradicate a threat, believing each and single one of the humans were accomplishes and dedicated to the goal of destroying Cyan and Black's species, and their planet. But, now?

marvel meets warframe meets a bunch of tumblr posts... doesn’t have a wip title or seperate document for itself yet cause it’s been stuck in my ‘story ideas’ document since its creation. so ‘marvel meets warframe meets a bunch of tumblr posts’ is literally just me describing the vibe of an original world gjkerfkds

the world came to be for two reasons. firstly, i want to do make take on a superhero universe because the plot and complete lack of communication in both the dcu and mcu piss me the fuck off. secondly, needed a place to dump ocs with elaborate backstories or fantasy / sci-fi abilities that dont fit into any of my existing worlds

which sounds super competent but trust me, it isn’t. it didn’t gain any solidity at all until i decided to do a personal ‘how different can i make spn castiel look & still retain the same vibe?’ challenge. i have my own cas now

however, the reason i said ‘marvel meets...’ is because i’ve snagged a couple of different things from the mcu, most notably: enemies to reluctant coworkers to lovers, yes our best friend have the same name. no they’re not the same person, secret evil org is controlling the government, and the assassin that tried to kill you several times is now your best friend

warframe was added to the world because i got attached to my Volt build, gave them a name, and have some headcanons idk what to do with because i refuse to interact with that fandom. also because the friend i made through discussing warframe lore + plot dicked me over so it feels Bad to create for

the glue to this whole mess is that one “in every friend group there’s a mean bisexual, an even meaner lesbian, a she/they, a he/they, a himbo, an astrology bitch, a short king, and a token straight” tumblr post. my main group of superheroes ala the avengers consist of these people. the token straight is the only one i havent figured out who is yet

ever since i figured that out ive been throwing story / character ideas and weirdly specific aesthetics from popular tumblr posts into this world’s notes. here’s some examples:

sword grandmas

that trope where someone’s really nice and acts super well-adjusted to society but then they do something super whack and dangerous and you realize ‘oh they’re secretly a little bit insane, actually’

anti-gay group’s leader’s wife leaves him for another woman

superhero who swore to be the best hero [city / planet / solar system / continent / ????] has ever seen ever since he lost his wife. not because she’s dead but divorce just sucks & the hero-to-be is terrible at coping

dishevelled swamp witch

that one person who runs around with an amulet all the time & isn’t aware it’s cursed

an exasperated, tired superhuman assassin running after their husband and their husband's best friend. their husband and said husband's best friend both have wings. chaos ensues (yes, this one is a sambucky post)

ask me about my WIPs!

BONUS:

@sambambucky : #i want to have a coffee and listen to synopses of all of these.... #i miss the discord wow #WRITING TAG #waitttt time jumping dream movie? lmao I'VE READ THIS LIST FORTY TIMES and every time i rediscover something i wanna know about #outfit doodlesss ugh i need to go

couldnt not respond to your tags because they make me go ghrkjfnerknf but in the good way. we miss you too jo !!

the time jumping dream movie was one of the first vivid dreams i had and the whole thing was so stupidly coherent and whacky i had to write it down. it grew plot, a queer love dynamic, weird sci-fi apocalypse elements, anti-military propaganda, questionable science, and a sequel while i wasnt looking and now i just. have to make it a real movie or i’ll combust

outfit djoodlles.png is only on there because my best friend sent me a ‘draw this outfit’ meme and space kitty, my current character brainrot, stole all the outfits for himself. otherwise, that file just sits there until im feeling like designing an outfit or wanna see how a stupid thing looks on my oc patrick

here’s one of the two poses-to-doodle-outfits-on of space kitty ive made so far:

and here’s one of those stupid things on patrick (that then turned into an actual outfit of his because i have no self control):

#.jax speaks #.my art #.my writing #tysm for the interest jo !!!#if you have literally any questions or if youre serious about the synposes thing...#i love rambling abt my stupid brain people #i WILL answer all your questions #even if the answer is 'good question! ive got no clue'#.patrick mortensen #.space kitty #.pastels peaches and pain #.the among us thing #.marvels meets warframe meets tumblr posts #.time jumping dream movie

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madysenpaiart · 4 years

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“Booty Call” - Victor Fic (NSFW/Smut)

Summary: After a long hard day, you have too many drinks and end up texting Victor your inner thoughts. Will he accept your advances?

Tags: drinking, drunk texting, vaginal sex, fingering, Victor x Reader/MC

I wrote this at 4 am so pls forgive any grammar mistakes

You had a long, horrible day and decided to go out for drinks with your coworkers after work to blow off steam.

You ordered your drink from the bartender and nursed it quietly as your coworkers moved to the dancefloor.

If something could go wrong today it did.

On your way to work it started raining and of course you didn’t bring your umbrella. Which left you walking into work soaking wet and cold to the bone. Of course your only change of clothes was a party dress you were leaving in the office for a party later this week. You looked ridiculous trying to film in a short, sequined, ensemble.

Your latest release was getting terrible reviews online and your guest for today’s episode called out last minute due to the backlash you were receiving.

Then, your newest intern spilled coffee all over the new set pieces. Almost all of them were going to have to be replaced by the end of the week.

On top of all that, you had been so flustered with everything that you hadn’t had a moment to eat anything.

You sighed and ordered another shot and a drink from the bar. You quickly took the shot and twisted your face as it went down. That was harsh, but at least you could start forgetting about this long day.

As you drank your cocktail you started to feel the alcohol hit you hard. You kept reflecting back on today wishing you could erase it from your mind already.

On the upside, at least you didn’t have to meet with Victor at LFG today. You were supposed to have a 12 o’ clock meeting with him to go over the newest financial reports but after having to change into your ridiculous outfit, you couldn’t bear having to stand in front of Victor and deliver your report. Thankfully Goldman rescheduled your report for the end of the week and you didn’t hear anything from Victor, which was usually a good sign.

You finished your drink and ordered another. Victor wasn’t all that bad, you thought to yourself. He could be strict, but he has a business to run. Well, technically two businesses. That can’t be easy on a person. It made you wonder how he does it all while looking so perfect all the time. That man never had a hair out of place. Oh, how you would love to ruffle up his perfect hair sometime. The image that came into your mind made you giggle a bit. Victor would probably look even sexier with his hair messed up. Especially if you knew you were the one to do it.

You finished your drink and knew that if you tried to get up and walk, it would be stumble city. You started snacking on the peanuts on the bar and pulled out your phone. With the image of a less-than-perfect Victor in your mind, you texted him:

“Do you ever look anythinf less than perfevt?”

Victor responded within seconds: “I take pride in my appearance. It’s important to always look professional.”

You typed back: “I just think it would be interestinf to see how u look with your hair and clothes out of pkace”

Victor messaged back: “And when would that ever happen? I would never go out in public looking like a mess.”

You smiled to yourself and sent a text back: “Well... Maybe if I was thw onw to do it then I could see it.”

You giggled to your flirty self looking at your blurry message. Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate again:

“Idiot, are you drunk?”

“Uh oh” you thought to yourself. Now you were in trouble. There was probably a way to get yourself out of this, just think.

Before you could come up with a plan, another text came through.

“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”

Now you were excited. Maybe you really would get the chance to see Victor looking disheveled.

After a few minutes, Victor arrived at the bar. He walked up to you and leaned down close to your ear so you could hear him over the music. “Come on dummy, lets go.”

You grabbed your purse off the bar and stumbled after Victor. He quickly grabbed your waist to stablize you as you walked out.

Victor walked you to his car and opened the passenger seat, gently helping you sit down. He then grabbed your purse.

“Hey that’s mine!”

“Where are your keys?”

You tapped around your dress looking for them. “I don’t know.” You slurred as you looked up at Victor with a slight smile.

“Idiot. Put on your seatbelt.”

You and Victor drove silently for a few minutes before your eyes moved over to watch him. He really was a gorgeous man. You raked your eyes over his broad jaw and moved your eyes down to his chest. You had only ever seen him in a suit but you could imagine what was underneath. You slowly moved your hand to his arm and started drawing small patterns with your finger.

You closed your eyes and listened to the low hum of the car as he drove.

You quickly arrived at Victors apartment. You grabbed onto his hand as he dragged you upstairs. Victor unlocked the door and moved you inside. You looked up at him with a smirk. Victor quickly grabbed you and swung you over his shoulder.

You got excited thinking about how forceful he was being with you. This was going to be fun.

Before you could have a second thought, Victor flopped you down on his couch.

“Don’t move, I’m making you some food”

You looked at him dejectedly. “There’s actually something else I want to eat.” You gazed up at him eager for his reaponse.

Victor’s eats turned red. He looked away from you with a stern expression.

“I don’t do anything with drunk girls.”

You sank back into the couch feeling defeated.

Victor came back after what felt like a few minutes. In his hands he had a glass of water and a grilled cheese. He set them down on the table in front of you. “Eat up, I’ll take you to grab your keys tomorrow morning.”

Victor sat in the chair nearby and picked up one of his reports to start flipping through it.

You looked over at him. “Doesn’t grilled cheese seem a little boring for you? I mean you’re an incredible chef.”

He peaked down from his report and smirked at you before going back to reading.

You picked up the grilled cheese and took a bite. This was the most amazing grilled cheese you had ever tasted in your entire life. Damn that Victor. He really was perfect at everything.

You finished eating and drank the entire glass of water. Victor stood up and walked over to you. He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around you before taking the dishes.

“It a bit cold in here. Wouldn’t want you getting sick.” He stated before walking back into the kitchen.

Victor walked back and sat down in the chair again going back to his report.

You sat, wrapped up on the couch looking over at him. You couldn’t believe a man could look like he did. Even while he was focused on his report he looked like a model.

You stood up with the blanket still wrapped around you and walked over to him. You gently pushed his hands up and moved to straddle his lap, facing him.

“MC, I told you-“

“I know. I just want to be close to you for awhile.” You moved your head down to his chest and laid against it, you quickly fell asleep listening to his gentle heartbeat.

Victor chuckled a bit and moved one hand to your waist. “Idiot.” He muttered under his breathe.

You woke up after a few hours and heard faint voices coming from behind you. You slowly lifted your head and looked behind you to see the TV on. Woah... Victor was watching TV? And a competition cooking show at that... if anyone knew how fake those shows were, it was him.

You turned your head to look at him. His head was laid back against the chair asleep. You had never seen him look so peaceful before. There was no furrow in his brow and he was breathing silently.

Victor stirred at your movement and looked at you, groggily.

“Are you feeling better?”

You felt your cheeks get hot. “Yes I am, thank you Victor.” You said almost in a whisper.

You started to feel embarrassed at the situation you were in with Victor. You shifted your body to stand up and we’re met with Victor’s hand pressing firmly on your back.

“It’s okay. You can stay here.”

You smiled and moved your head back to his chest, too embarrassed to look at him.

Victor ran his hand along your back slowly. “I guess you know my dirty secret now.” He whispered.

You giggled slightly. “I would have never guessed that you watched TV. Much less, a cooking show.”

“Well, nobody’s perfect, you know.”

You blushed again thinking of the texts you sent to Victor earlier. If only you were drunk enough to forget about the messages you sent.

“I’m sorry for taking things too far last night. I don’t know what came over me.” You still not dare look into Victors eyes.

Victor was silent. His hand still rubbing across your back.

Suddenly you felt a small wave of courage come over you. “I still want to know what you would look like with your hair out of place, though.” You said barely above a whisper.

Victor’s hand on your back stopped moving and clenched slightly. You lifted your head to look up at him. The room was dark but you could see a blush creeping over his cheeks.

“I appreciate you not taking advantage of me when I was drunk. Most guys at that bar probably would have. You’re a perfect gentleman though.”

“It wasn’t easy”

Victors voice was uneasy. He was looking at you with a slight worry in his eye. He spoke up again after a few moments

“Especially in that short dress you’re wearing.” He said nervously.

You fought back a smirk. This was a whole different Victor than you had seen. You knew that for once you had an advantage over him and decided to take things one step further. You moved slowly over to his ear and whispered:

“Then maybe you’ll be excited to know I’m not wearing any panties under this short dress.”

You felt Victor harden under you. Now you had him right where you wanted him. You breathed down his neck and started placing soft kisses above his collar.

You heard Victor’s breath hitch as you started to lightly suck on his neck. Both hands had moved to your waist and were holding you firmly.

You continued sucking on his neck before he gently pushed you away.

“You’re still drunk, MC. We can’t do this.”

You looked at him with a playful offensive look.

“I’m not drunk!” You stood up. “Look, I’ll prove to you I’m not drunk.” You started walking in a straight line and touching your finger to your nose. You turned back around at him and dropped your arms. “See?”

Victor stood from his chair and walked towards you. He stood above you looking down with a small smile.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Very well” he stated before throwing you over his shoulder for the second time that night.

He carried you into his bedroom and laid you down on the bed. Before he had a chance to adjust, you pulled him down to you and started kissing him roughly. Victor’s eyes closed as he licked your bottom lip inviting you to deepen the kiss. You gladly opened your mouth more letting his tongue slip through your lips. You moved your hand to his hair raking your hands through it giving a gentle tug to pull him down closer to you.

Your and Victor’s tongues battled, sloppily and he moved his hand to your thigh, lifting up your dress slightly.

“You really aren’t wearing any underwear” he muttered between kisses

You smiled into his mouth as he moved his hand closer to your folds. You shivered slightly as he ghosted over your pussy. He slowly slid one finger in feeling your wetness surround him.

He moved his finger in and out a few times before adding another digit, causing you to moan loudly into his mouth. This time you felt him smile as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

You placed your hands on his jacket and started to push it off his shoulders. He pulled his fingers out of you to take off his jacket before moving to his tie and shirt. He quickly pulled on the tie and undid the buttons before throwing the clothes to the side. You brought your hands to his belt and started to unbuckle it running your hand over his clothed member.

Victor sucked in a breathe. You unbuttoned his pants and started to push them off with his underwear. Victor moved his hand to help you push them down.

You gently grazed your hand over his hard cock before grabbing his shaft. You started to move your hand up and down hearing him moan.

Victor placed both of his hands on your waist, pushing up your dress. Your mouth quickly disconnected from his to pull the dress over your head before crashing back down on his lips.

Victor laid on top of you, his hard cock grazing against your bare pussy. The warmth of his member against you caused you to buck your hips against him. Victor smiled into your kiss moving down to your neck.

As Victor was sucking your neck you wanted him more.

“Please Fuck me Victor” you asked desperately.

Without disconnecting from your neck, Victor placed his cock at your entrance and slowly thrust into you.

You moaned as you felt your walls surrounding him. Victor started kissing you again while slowly thrusting in and out of you. You couldn’t contain your moans finally feeling Victor inside of you. You grabbed onto his hair again thrusting your hips in Rythem with his.

He lifted his head up from you and brought his hand to his mouth. He licked the pad of his thumb and placed it on your swollen nub. You let out a loud moan.

Victor’s pace quickened thrusting into you harder. His thumb drawing quick circles over your clit. You could feel yourself getting close.

“Victor I’m going to-“ you panted

“Cum for me, darling” Victor whispered, short of breathe.

Your hands clenched on Victor’s back, scraping downward as your walls tightened around him. You bucked your hips wildly riding out your orgasm, your wetness surrounding his cock.

Victor’s hips slowed for a moment as you came, then quickly started moving faster again. You looked at Victor’s face as he was thrusting into you. After a few moments he threw his head back “Fuck-“ he said loudly before dropping his elbows on either side of your head. He thrust into you a few more times before his head fell to the crook of your neck. He was breathing heavily.

After a few minutes of exhausted silence, Victor pushed himself back up giving you a swift kiss.

“I’ll be right back”

You laid on the bed replaying the night in your head. When Victor came back, he threw a t shirt over to you.

“Here. Something to sleep in.” He said.

You picked up the shirt and looked at him. What was Victor wearing?

Your mouth gaped as you looked at him.

“Are you wearing sweatpants?!” You said incredulously.

“What did you think I slept in, dummy?” He said smugly.

“I just assumed you didn’t sleep. Like a vampire.” You replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

Victor chuckled. You took a moment to look at him. This was exactly the Victor you were hoping to see. His hair was sticking up all over the place, his face was still flushed, shirtless, with lazy clothes on. Not to mention the love bites you had left all over his neck. You thought he looked great in a suit but nothing could beat the way Victor looked right now.

You smiled to yourself as you pulled Victor’s shirt over your head. He climbed into the bed with you.

“What are you so happy about?” He asked while pulled you into him.

“I like seeing you like this.” You said to him quietly.

He pulled you closer to his body, burying his head into your neck. “Well you better feel lucky, you’re the only one who gets to see me like this.”

You sighed happily, falling asleep in his arms.

When you woke up the next morning, Victor was gone. You looked around and saw a note on the side table.

“MC,

I had to go to LFG for an early meeting. You looked pretty exhausted after last night so I decided to let you sleep. I called a driver to take you to work when you’re ready.

Also, I had Goldman pick you up some clothes today. I don’t think that dress is appropriate for anyone except me.

I’ll pick you up after work for dinner. Don’t be late.

-Victor”

You smiled. I guess Mr. Perfect had to come back sometime.

#mlqc victor #mlqc #mlqc fanfic #mlqc smut #mr love game #mr love queen's choice #mr love victor #plot what plot #smut

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yarichinbokutoclub · 3 years

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The train was packed. Who knew so many people would be milling about at 1 o’clock on a Wednesday afternoon. You hated it, being around so many people, but with your job at the museum you had learned to tolerate the crowds. This, however, was different, you were crammed in a tiny cabin with God knows how many other people. Don’t these people have work to do? It is a week day after all. So, to put things lightly, your day did not start off on a good note.

You were, however, looking forward to the Café’s opening. It was your light at the end of the tunnel so to speak. With the café being a bit of a hole in the wall and lacking any media presence you knew it would not attract much of a crowd. The perfect place to work on your botany journal (basically just a journal with different plant clippings and facts and drawings. Think Hiccup’s journal in HTYD or Deku’s journal in BNHA.) You were really looking forward to the new pages you could add now that the museum had gotten in some new flora, that of course they let you be the first to see. The journal was a great help when you were giving tours as you wanted to be as thorough as possible in hopes that you might inspire a bright young mind, like what had happened to you so many years ago.

The train finally came to a stop and you couldn’t have been more grateful. You got off as quickly as possible and stopped to take a deep breath, really appreciating the fresh air and the open space around you. After you got your bearings, you adjusted your outfit (gotta look good in case there are any cute boys at the café ;)) and got on your way. The café was only about 5 blocks from the train station so it didn’t take you long to get there at all. You turned off the main street onto a little side one, almost like an alley, and towards the end you saw the café.

The vibe was immaculate. It was everything you could have wished for and more, no crowds and books everywhere, what’s not to love? Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself, you pushed open the front door. A small bell above you jingled to signal your arrival and you were immediately met with not only the eyes of your best friend, Yachi, but also a pair of wide yellow eyes which seemed to be taking in your appearance. Blushing, you tried not to think much of it and made your way to the counter and greeted the cute barista that you knew so well. “Yachi!!! You look so adorable in your apron.” you exclaimed upon getting to the counter, mindful of your volume of course. “Y/n, you actually came!” Yachi replied with a big grin.

“I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to check this place out and bug you on your first day. ;P Speaking of, how has it been, any rude customers yet?”

“It’s been a lot slower than we would have hoped but everyone has been really polite, I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better first day. Anyways, I should probably get back to work. What can I get you? I’ll bring it to your table when it’s ready.”

Yachi, always the positive one and a hard worker too. Scanning over the menu you quickly make your decision. “I’ll have a hot caramel latte and a blueberry muffin! Oh an make sure you do something extra cute for the latte art!!”

“Only the best for you, y/n! I’ll have it right out!”

With that you made your way to a table near a window so you could attempt to people watch without being near any of the other patrons. It was a quiet corner just the way you liked. However, you could still feel those big yellow eyes on you. Looking up you finally made eye contact with the man who had been staring you down and boy was he cute. You could tell he was athletic too, giving him a curt smile you turned back to your table and pulled out your journal. Maybe this could be where you find your wattpad romance after all. Or so you thought.

Yachi brought out your order and you got to journaling about the newest flower in the museum’s greenhouse, the Cytandra Vittata or Candy-Striped Violet. Particularly excited about this one due to the flower’s incredible beauty and unique petals, you made sure to put extra care into the pages. You were having a great time, the coffee was amazing and the atmosphere was perfect for getting your work done. That is until HE decided to stop staring at you and go back to reading his manga. Whatever it was, it must have been incredibly interesting because he was… engrossed to say the least.

Not only did he seem to zone everything around him out, forgetting where he was, but he also felt the need to verbally or physically react to just about everything that was happening in his childish story. He was annoying, sure, but not loud enough to where he could be considered “disturbing the peace” even though he was certainly disturbing YOUR peace. Every two seconds there was an “oooh” or an “ahhhh” maybe even a “WHAT?!” thrown in there. Your patience was certainly running thin and you made sure to glare at him a few times, even hushing him along with the other patrons, but he just was not getting the hint. The next page must have had a huge plot twist or surprise thrown in there because this response, it was the most dramatic. Abruptly, he stood up out of his chair, knocking it to the ground in the process. His eyes were even bigger than before (was that even possible?) and he yelled (yes, this time it was a yell). His exact words were “NO!!! IT WAS HER BROTHER ALL ALONG?! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!.” Spoilers, am I right?

At this you had had enough. Sure, you didn’t like confrontation, but it didn’t seem like anyone else was going to step in and you knew Yachi would be a nervous wreck if she had to. So, you marched over to his table with the most aggressive scowl you think you have ever sported on your face.

“Are you trying to piss off everyone in the store?! Because you’re doing a really good job if that was your plan!” You screamed at the stranger’s face.

He looked up at you confusion written all over his face. “…Huh?” he questioned.

“Are you trying to tell me you have no idea what you’ve been doing for the past 30 minutes?? Because I don’t buy it. You’re being incredibly loud and rude and you need to stop. This is not the place for that. Some people are trying to get work down and you’re making it incredibly difficult. If you wanna read your manga fine do it but do it quietly. Save the theatrics for your bedroom.” you weren’t trying to be mean but you couldn’t help it. Once you start talking you can’t stop yourself and this time you went a little too far. His hair seemed to deflate, something you certainly didn’t miss because was that even possible?

“I’m sorry miss, I didn’t realize I was being so loud I’ll try to quiet down.” He replied with a huge pout on his face.

“Thank you.” You replied and promptly turned on your heels to go back to the violet you were so excited to study.

Everything was going smoothly now, sure you didn’t mean to be that harsh and you could’ve asked him nicely but your anger took over and you couldn’t help it, though you did feel a bit bad. It certainly didn’t help that your day had started out as poorly as it did and you were so looking forward to the peace and quiet of the café, something that had been so rudely ripped away from you. Another 15 minutes passed by and the silence was amazing, you made some real progress in your journal, even completing a detailed sketch of the flower. After the 15 minutes was up however, the reactions started to seep back out from the yellow eyed man again. He seemed to be over his pouting now. His reactions, although much quieter this time were still quite annoying. You decided to ignore them though, thinking you had been a little too harsh the first time around, and hoping he just slipped up and will go back to being quiet. This, however, was not the case and the disruptions continued for another 10 minutes when you decided you better just leave. Fate is tricky and maybe you just weren’t fated to be at the café today, meaning you’ll try again tomorrow after work. You said your goodbyes to Yachi and made your way to the train station, looking forward to the peace and quiet of your apartment and the soft cuddles of your two cats, Kyo and Tohru.

What you didn’t know, was that Yachi, deciding it was time to be bold, went over to the loud and excitable customer. She decided it best, for business and for her own sanity, if she politely asked him to leave. And she did just that. The man apologized and made his way out of the café feeling a bit defeated but determined to come back again and next time hopefully not get kicked out.

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PLOT - y/n is in her first year of college at tokyo u., she has a great friend group, a fantastic internship, life is good… that is until she meets bokuto koutarou. this loud and brash volleyball star is about to turn y/n’s life upside down. the question is, will it be a good change or a bad one?

a/n - Im gonna be honest, not really loving this fic but I am pretty happy with how this chapter turned out, as always any advice is welcomed and pls if there's anything you want to see happen just ask!

taglist (open, send an ask) - @dumbb1tc4 @fleurishnblotts@coffeeaddictedmay@bigchaosenergy @noliamallpayne @evan-rose @bokutowo

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saturno-sol · 3 years

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The Brainrot has gotten to me

WELL HERE YOU GO FOLKS (almost) ALL MY NOTES ON WYRMTHREAD (Chantilly/Quezal) both in Canon and in a Happier AU because yes Most put under a readmore because its over 1K long and the very end has some suggestive things because I’m allowed to think like that too so just as a heads up

Anyways here

Canon Codex

Do not establish a relationship outside of a blooming interest in each other that gets nipped in the bud due to...yeah cries

So let us not delve too deeply into Canon rn, and sadly since the plot absolutely needs Chantilly gone to progress we turn to HAPPIER AUS!!!!! :DDDDD because I drove myself deep into brainrot and aoughhhhghhhghhhhghh

Songs I associate with canon because music is good-

I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE by Tyler the Creator

Mr Loverman by Ricky Montgomery

Rest Easy, I’ll See You Again by Cuco (the title is a LIE)

Pain by Pinkpantheress

La Gata Bajo la Lluvia by Rocío Dúrcal

The Night We Met by Lord Huron (thank you Jaxx)

Noche No Te Vayas by Los Tres Caballeros

Better Timeline AU!!!!

Placeholder name but honestly it might stick because I’m too lazy to think up of a better one hghfdnkj, am open to suggestions tho

Basic Premise of this AU: Through some magic fuckery or whatever, Chantilly is allowed out of the Troupe and decides to tag along with our funky wyrm gal because nowhere else to go/hrnng big lady pretty. They actually do start going out and it turns out hey! They like each other, like a lot.

They like each other so much that they get married and bam, WyrmThread real

This is great because not only is my otp now canon and alive, Fuego (and later on Lune when Fuego adoptskidnaps them into the family) now has both parents! And they love their kids sm like damn do not get in between them else you want to get yeeted to Unalive World.

In this one, the motivations for [REDACTED] have now morphed into somewhat the same way in terms of being dealt with but now we got the lacey boy to help Quezal do [SPOILERS], fight [SPOILERS] and help complete [SPOILERS] and help establish her empire. (I’m sorry but I am not revealing any important Codex spoilers yet)

“Will you be the Malfina to my Connecticut Clark?”

Girlboss and Malewife, except they’re both still murderous and would happily see you to your grave if you intervene with any of their plans. I’ve given Chantilly throwing knives :) because he deserves to be dangerous.

He deserves to look cool!! With knives!!! Fighting alongside his wifey!!

Of course NKG fucks off when Chantilly leaves the Troupe but I love to think of him being akin to a disapproving in-law (“Really Chantilly?? You run off and marry some wyrm that didn’t even have a kingdom to begin with? Have the standards of the Nightmare Vessels deteriorated as time went on?”)

Chantilly is somewhat concerned that Fuego is much more, for lack of a better word, feral than a regular Grimmchild would be but he doesn’t regret the decision to have him. He loves his bitey son even if he scratches through fabrics like water.

And Quezal enjoys having another person to coil around and snarl at anyone that gets too close to them. It does take a while until they’re like velcro due to her issues with touch being equated to violence (Thanks dad /s) but once she overcomes that fight or flight response she absolutely does not let go of him.

Burrowing into a dark place and nuzzling until he smells like her makes Wyrm brain go brr. And since he isn’t a wyrm there’s no instinct yelling at her to maim him if there’s no babies to take care of/mating season passed, he in her eyes is harmless. Even if they both know different, at least in her brain he is just a lil guy, no threat to her.

Chantilly loves all the attention he’s getting from her, absolutely will allow her to carry him off and coil up against him as long as he can work on sewing while she broods over him.

He’s naturally warm and for a wyrm that needs outside heat to regulate her inner temp like a snake he’s like a hot water bottle, world cold husband warm.

Happby family can these Queers be HAPPY PLEASE

Love languages!!!

Quezal once she gets comfortable with physical stuff likes to nuzzle and bite :) but not to draw any hemo or cause harm, just to hold in mouth. She also likes to do acts of service, making sure that her husband is wont for nothing and doing little things like sharpening his knives for him.

Chantilly loves to gift-give! Usually things he made by hand.

“Quezal pls let me make you pretty dresses and outfits please you would so look good in teal”

He likes kissing a lot, smoochies for wife and cuddling is great for him too, as long as he can sleep with his chest unobstructed he’s good

They both love showing each other off

“Look at my partner they’re the fucking best ever, none of you bitches can compare to them.”

When the empire is finally formed and Quezal takes her place as Empress she offers the title of Emperor to Chantilly

He declines, Royal titles are just not his thing and he feels uncomfortable with them, so instead he goes by the title of “Lord”

His duties consist of assisting with any paperwork Quezal doesn’t want to deal with and being eye candy (/j but also not really he loves being shown off esp in new outfits)

He also deals with nobles that aren’t too pushy, the ones that do are quickly steered towards Quezal. And usually after a meeting with her they learn better than to try to smart mouth either of them.

Family Notes!

Chantilly’s the one to go to if you need advice and soothing comfort

Quezal’s the one to go to if you need someone beat the fuck up and also advice but in the no nonsense way.

She also comforts but it's not in the way that Chantilly will delicately soothe the pains away, she tells you how it is but will hug you and tuck you into bed if wanted.

On the other hand, Chantilly is the one Fuego and Lune go to if they want to do something crazy or stupid and know that mom won’t say yes.

He dresses them up in poofy outfits (see the clown costume I’ve thrown on Fuego as an example) and shows them off to Quezal

“Look my dear! Aren’t they the sweetest things you have seen!”

It is very funny

SONGS I ASSOCIATE WITH THIS AU

Meet Me At Our Spot by WILLOW

First Love/ Late Spring by Mitski

I Hear A Symphony by Cody Fry

She’s My Collar by the Gorillaz

My Kind of Woman by Mac DeMarco

New Light by John Mayer

Vivir by Jardin

coffee by Miguel

Never Getting Rid of Me from the Waitress Musical

WARNING WARNING

Ok next few am going to be a bit suggestive so stop here if you’re not into that but

I’m debating on if they’d have more children than Fuego and Lune and if so, how many HDJFJKSJ (thinking of twins named Arco and Iris because Arcoiris means Rainbow and I kind of like that and I’m also a sucker for twins)

Listen, they’re both switches but most if not all the time Quezal’s the one topping. The man is submissive and breedable what do you expect HDJFJS

s i z e D i f f e r e n c e

Chantilly is a sensual romantic and loves a lot of buildup while Quezal just wants to get on with the good stuff, they make it work with communication and understanding each other :)

They’re both capable of carrying so if they did have more kids I’d imagine they’d take turns on who’s turn it is to be eggy. (And I have so many thoughts about how they’d treat each other while pregnant but HHHHFJFJFHHHF too embarrassed rn waagaghgg)

These two love each other very much and I love them.

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kissesandcream · 3 years

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DEEP thank you for tagging me in that anon ask owhgshmng im happy to be moots with you! cries as thanks, have this kaeya picture I took in my asia acc!! I thought the color of the sky fits kaeya's color scheme so I took a picture as soon as possible before the purple sky can go away! :D ill probably draw kaeya if I can too and post it so you can see😳 ok but, I love drawing kaeya bcuz he's so pretty for no reason at all??? my sketchbook is just filled with kaeya drawings, some male anatomy practices turned into kaeya too HGSHMD I've drawn him so much that I memorize his whole outfit to heart BUT THANK YOU FOR BEING MY MOOT, DEEP😭 I enjoy talking to you a lot and im glad to have met you! (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)◞♡ AND IM ALSO SOSO HAPPY THAT YOU FIND MY RAMBLES FUN TO READ, I often worry if im speaking/typing too much so im happy that someone has fun reading my extremely long rambles :D

SUCH A CUTE PIC!! kaeya loml <3

OFC I TAGGED U IN IT PLS u make my day ily <3 im glad to have met u too!! pls i can relate on worrying about talking too much but i never have to with u bc we can ramble together lol

NO FR KAEYA IS SUCH A FUN SUBJECT,,,, im planning to do a ✨ lighting study ✨ soon bc i can't shade correctly for the life of me and im probably gonna use him as a subject

mans is so extra u can put him in any pose and he'd look stunning

i cant wait to see ur art of him omg ur xiao art today morning was gorgeous

i can relate to that ive drawn diluc so many times he's engrained in my soul at this point 😩 we are one 😩

#; nymph chatter #🐚 ; fairy circle #omg wait is there smth ud like me to call u by since u arent exactly anon anymore??#ur tag is nostalgic i wont change that but i can call u smth instead of anon if ud like 😌 ofc its up to u!! <3

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xcertaindarkthingsx · 4 years

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meet seraphine kharis!

hey y’all!!! so i finally got my oc commisioned and i wanted to share her with you guys ♥️ she’s my pride and joy and in a fic i’ve been writing for awhile and i plan to post soon. if you’d like to be tagged pls let me know!

but for now, here she is!! and a bunch of things about her below the pic. i plan on posting some of her concept boards soon to go more in depth (her tattoos/markings, her homeworld since i made that up too) but i’d love to hear any questions/comments you guys have 😊 hope y’all like her and i’d love to hear about your ocs too!

art credit goes to @/birdy.sketches on insta (please check her out, she’s amazing)

name: seraphine kharis

born: 51 bby (19 in tpm, 29 in aotc, and 32 in rots)

key era: prequels/the clone wars

species: humanoid

homeworld: eridani – aquilae system

hair: deep purple, usually wears it half up/half down with a silver chain braided in

eyes: dark brown with flecks of gold

markings/tattoos: has a TON of marking and tattoos all over, some she was born with and others were tattooed on her throughout the years (common in the culture she grew up in, they have a lot of meaning)

height: 5’5”

outfit: dark grayish with an added accent of maroon sometimes

master: plo koon

rank: jedi knight (refused to take a padwan, so she never became a master)

force abilities: she’s strong in the force, after years of intense training and practice. intense training was necessary, as she’s able to greatly sense other’s emotions and intentions and it can become overwhelming for her. her abilities are strongly tied to her emotions and it was clear from a young age she could have gone either way, so she had multiple strong teachers. being so in tune with her emotions as well as others leaves her vulnerable to the dark side, but she constantly keeps her guard up. occasionally has visions and has a touch of psychometry skills (but nowhere near as intense as quinlan’s). known for studying and being able to use battle meditation (like bastila shan) during her time as a general.

fighting style: vapaad. mace was reluctant to undertake another vapaad student but when he saw how serious/disciplined she was about controlling her dark tendencies, he obliged. fights in ataru when she doesn’t want to go all out, and enjoys fighting jar’kai when the situation arises

saber: her first saber was blue, but she lost it during a particularly rough mission (that resulted in her getting knighted early). she finds her new kyber crystal just before they leave the planet. after her knighting she constructs her new saber, and it’s a purple with an elegant hilt. it was significant to her, as it established her tendency to use both sides of the force.

personality: she’s a quiet storm; shy when you first meet her and others are sometimes put off because of her serious demeanor at first, but that quickly melts away as she gets comfortable with you. struggles with insecurities. emotional and feels things very intensely; she struggles to keep it in check and often resorting to just burying her feelings. attachment is her biggest weakness because she loves those who are close to her very fiercely, but believes it’s not horrible to have such feelings and that she knows where to draw the line. acts like a big goof ball with the people she’s close to

family: her parents were extremely neglectful towards her even as a child, so she was taken in by another family after becoming close with their daughter, lexa. lexa and her were not blood-related, but they were like sisters. she was discovered and taken to the temple at 4 years old.

relationships: shares a force bond with obi-wan kenobi, the two have been extremely close since they were younglings, but the bond developed after the rough (near-death) mission mentioned earlier. she has strong romantic feelings towards him, ones she’s had to hide for forever. loves anakin like a little brother and ahsoka like a little sister. was extremely close to qui-gon before he passed because he was partially responsible for bringing her to the temple and because he often validated the different views she had of the council/order when growing up. close with plo koon as well since he was the other responsible for bringing her to the temple (they found her together) and because he trained her how to properly utilize/control her abilities, even if it meant dabbling in the dark side (which he had a history of). looked at them like father figures and the two guided her into the woman she was today. even though she trained under mace as well, she has a cordial, more professional relationship with him. becomes best friends with padme. still has a close relationship with her sister lexa because plo often let her visit her homeworld. close friends with aayla, quinlan, bant, nejaa, and kit. her and quinlan often got together for ah, “stress relief”

command: shares command of the 104th battalion with plo koon, and later co-leads clone force 99 on the side with commander cody. loves every single one of her troopers, sees them all as close friends and was particularly close with rex, cody, wolffe, hunter, and blackout (oc).

#i'm literally crying bc it's so nice to finally see her all drawn out and everything #literally my pride and joy #i am both excited and nervous about putting her out there #i'm editing and putting the final touches on my fic too #send me asks about ur ocs!!! i would love to hear about them #star wars oc #my oc #star wars #seraphine kharis #star wars art #certaindark speaks into the void

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agnessieart · 4 years

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This be a Nor DTIYS for my insta but I'ma put it here too. You can join on either place. Though I am gonna pool all the drawings together and pick winners from there. I'm honestly a lil scared doing one of these...

Also reblogs are appreciated ^-^

Anyways. It's a viking Norway (Auðr) doing seidr... The glowy thing on his chest is a valknut. He got it from Odin.

~ Deadline is 15 January ~

Rules:

Redraw in your own style

Pls tag me and use #agnessiedtiys so I can see your entry

You can change the pose, colours, his hairdo, his clothes and his outfit and you can add details like patterns or smth, just keep him recognisable

But keep his fancy staff

It doesn't have to be a full-body Nor

You can change the background however you want

Prizes: (any character, no fancy backgrounds...)

- 1st place - full body

- 2nd place - half body

- 3rd place - bust

#agnessiedtiys #aph norway #hetalia #dtiys #illustration #hws norway #viking norway #aph viking norway #artists on tumblr #art on tumblr #drawing #digital art #digital #art #nb norway #masc norway

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dawniebb · 4 years

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CANON IS AN ILLUSION PT. 2

If it doesn’t spark joy, throw it away.- Marie Kondo

So now that @healing-winston-pratt and I have explained how we got rid of ¼ of Supernova, let me tell you that it doesn’t stop here because you don’t mess with the type As when something gets into their heads.

For background, you can use this post as a masterlist because we don’t have one yet: https://healing-winston-pratt.tumblr.com/post/624723862884696064/well-this-is-the-last-piece-of-our-marathon

This is our post-Supernova canon divergence :) which, btw, it’s the one we’ll use from now on to create our content (actually, @healing-winston-pratt already used it for her birthday drawings and I just stood there playing dumb pretending I didn’t have anything to do with it jssjjs). So, if you see that Callum and Winston are suddenly alive in our content or you find some of the things established in this list it’s because...yeah :)

Sooooo @novadreamer95438 and @idkimbadwithusernamesandstuff you asked to be tagged if we uploaded more content about the canon divergence (Which we appreciate very much! thank you!) so here you go <3!

As mentioned before , Leroy starts living with his daughter Nova and Winston, in a house provided by the State (The Council hee hee).

Callum and Winston are (evidently) alive, but Genissa is dead.

Ace, Evander and Honey remain dead.

And this is where our canon continues uwu.

Leroy has to do community service for like...indefinite time :)

Winston, on the other hand, has two jobs. He works in an animal shelter, where he adopts a dog named Carnival bc wE CAN and also we want to quote this post :https://chiyuki-hiro.tumblr.com/post/621159663188180992/oh-no-a-head-canon by @chiyuki-hiro (AFGSHFVDGB THAT HEADCANON IS G R E A T WE LOVE YOU) because we had come to an agreement that Winston would have an art therapy group for children but this addition is honestly so freaking wholesome :’))))))) <3

Nova has a temporary resignation from patrolling and starts going to therapy, where she is diagnosed with PTSD.

Nova also helps with the establishment of a new system, modifies the recruitment system and that stuff.

She’s not in the Team Sketch full time. Sometimes she’s in the offices, and at night she works with Callum.

And just like Narcissa, she digs her own grave :)

Thing is: Nova suggested that every time a new recruit arrived, the Council had DNA samples taken from them so they could check if they had any crime attached to them.

Now, by the end of Supernova in the canon universe we elected to ignore it is mentioned that Maggie sees Leroy staring at her in the distance, in a very suspicious way. Now, we don’t know about y’all, but we interpreted this as Leroy noticing Maggie looks like young Nova XD. So, this does happen in our canon, when Leroy is already out of prison.

By this time, DNA samples from Maggie and Nova have already been taken and uploaded to the system; and let’s say that Leroy gets very...concerned about the lookalike and decides to tell Winston, who confirms Maggie looks a lot like Nova X’DDD and so, they reach out to the Council to ask them to pls compare Maggie’s samples to Nova’s. U know, like angry mothers at the principal’s office :)

And so they do it just because they have nothing to lose.

And when the results arrive, everyone’s like: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r92hykpvZRw

SO MAYBE, TO DOUBLE-CHECK, they compare Maggie’s DNA to DNA found in the crime scene (from David and Tala or maybe baby Maggie herself) and the results are still the same :).

Then, Winston and Leroy have to tell Nova and she reacts in the worst way possible for reasons I’ll explain in a fic I’ll be uploading soon cause’ I wrote it MONTHS ago.

Maggie doesn’t react much better tbh :)

But after a while, since this is, like, the right thing to do, Maggie starts living with them , but changes her name to Margaret Artino until she feels part of the family and is comfortable living there.

Because at first, Nova and her don’t get along and Maggie claims she fucking hates this house even though she knows is better than living in the streets.

They basically have a very chaotic home during the adaptation period until the girls start tolerating each other :) and even then, they’re still very chaotic bc it’s Winston, Leroy, Nova and Maggie we’re talking about :) :) :)

Not long after Maggie starts living with her big sis, Simon and Hugh ask Nova to join a family vacation and bring Maggie w/her.

Maggie doesn’t want to go, so Leroy and Winston go to Nova all like “If your sister doesn’t go, then you’re not going either” and Nova fucking loses it so she ends up begging/forcing Maggie to go :)

They go to the beach in MATCHING OUTFITS bc Simon said so (LIKE IN THE WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE MOVIE) :) they take a lot of embarrassing pictures and Nova and Adrian are forced to go in the banana boat with Max and Maggie.

They fall and Nova and Adrian are acting as if they were in the Titanic while Max and Maggie are having the time of their lives lmao

BC NOVA ALSO NEEDS BONDING WITH THE IN-LAWS

At some point, too, Maggie adopts a stray cat whom she names Tofu, and he fucking hates Carnival even though Carnival is the cutest thing :’)

Winston, Leroy, Nova and Maggie celebrate birthdays every year bc they’re trying to compensate years of trauma.

And for that same reason (compensating years of trauma), Nova and Maggie take their sweet time to move out.

Actually, Adrian meticulously plans the date when he’s gonna propose to Nova, so he asks her to move with him exactly a year before that.

They live in an apartment for that whole year, he proposes and they start planning the wedding uwu.

Nova and Adrian have a non-religious ceremony, and since they’re fucking extra, Nova gets married in a black dress and Adrian in a white tuxedo bc miss Artino wanted a dress the same color as her soul :)

Leroy walks Nova down the aisle.

Ruby is Nova’s Maid of Honor and Oscar is Adrian’s Best Man.

Max and Maggie have the rings.

Tamaya’s youngest son is the flower child.

Which, talking about Tamaya, she fucking hates Leroy and Nova bc, honestly, we would hate them too. Leroy fucked up her face and Nova was part of the terrorist attack lmao

SO, YOU CAN IMAGINE HOW CHAOTIC THAT WEDDING WAS, bc they had to avoid leaving Tamaya and Leroy alone at all costs :)

She hugged Nova so violently when congratulating her, that she left a bruise in her shoulder :)

Basically she was there just because she loves Adrian even though she doesn’t approve his decision to marry Nova

Nova and Maggie maintain a close relationship even after Nova marries Adrian. Maggie and Max are included in every family vacation after the honeymoon ofc.

Nova and Maggie get matching tattoos uwu

Nova has the Big Dipper and Maggie has the Little Dipper.

As for the others. The ones who...are no longer there :’)

@healing-winston-pratt and I have this headcanon that Evander’s wife (we named her Sandra) was expecting a baby at the time of the battle. They had already chosen a first name (Arthur), so she used Evander as his middle name, as the baby didn’t get to meet his dad.

Arthur Evander Wade.

Winston finally gives Evander his DS back.

The Council, thanks to Nova’s suggestion once again, limited a specific area around Georgia’s spot and called it The Aisle of The Fallen.

Genissa, Honey and the victims of the attack to the Arena, the lift of the city and the battle of the Cathedral are there.

Evander, however, is resting in Georgia’s mausoleum, next to her, because we think that mausoleum was constructed in the first place so all the members of the Council could rest together once they left, meaning that they’ll all be there at some point in time. Unfortunately, Evander was the first one to join Georgia despite being the youngest.

Ace is not in the cemetery.

Nova left his helmet in the cathedral, but asked for his body to be cremated.

When she was a child, David used to tell her stories about how Ace seemed to be really happy back in Italy; how he had revolutionary ideas and wanted prodigies to be free; how he used to be a good brother that helped him survive.

So, a few months after Leroy was released from prison, she, Leroy, Winston, Hugh, Simon, Max and Adrian went to Italy with her, to spread Ace’s ashes so he could find peace in the only place he was ever sane and happy.

Ace Anarchy rests in his cathedral.

But what was left of Alec James Artino rests in Italy. (I have a fic about this too)

Yes we’re crying as we write this

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phantomknights · 3 years

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locke kids masterlist

4 that one ask game and potentially future ask games too who knows ��. these r all gijinkas of pkmn from my platinum nuzlocke

current team

pumpkin (quagsire) - he/him. my starter. gentle farmer boy. no parent. good cook. has seen some shit.

ebony (murkrow) - she/her. sick ass trans pirate bro!!! the team leader i think? nearly her whole crew died in a big storm once that was not poggers :(

willow (crobat) - she/her. Emo™. will buy you smoothies. can rip holes in the fabric of space so that's cool. jax's older sister (jax is @/prizmpaws 's starter its a 3 way soul link).

hermos (forretress) - he/it. an author. used to not be able to feel One Specific Emotion before it met its soulmates but tbh i haven't figured out what that specific emotion is yet. update 3/27/21 its joy lol. confused about bug spray. kinda sad cause it knows it's never gonna have another "happiest moment of its life".

artemis (ampharos) - she/they. LOVES U. gifts n physical touch are her love languages if u hold her hand she will MELT. (no im not projecting what do u mean.) one of the weed smoking girlfriends.

kayin (togekiss) - he/they/wish. newest member of the team. has a journal they can use to communicate w/ their soulmates. probably does the 👉👈 thing a lot. soft.... wants to make sure everyone's safe!!! kind of timid. very finicky. loves u <3

the living

avian (beedrill) - he/they. will hop over your fence to steal shit from your garden. met his soulmates this way (he just really wanted some radishes man!!).

rowan (wartortle) - she/her. like 7 years old. adopted off the side of the road. a contest kid! made it big really early in cute contests. loves decorating her hair with ribbons and stuff. can commune with the dead.

charlie (entei) - they/them. volcano god. tall as fuck (like 6'11"). living space heater. the only thing stopping a jock and a horse girl from murdering each other. main hobby: crimes.

victoria (primeape) - she/her. a baker! the mom friend but like, a super aggressive mom friend. will beat the shit out of whoever's bothering you. and also will make you yummy bread with her soulmates if youre feeling sad :)

finn (minun) - he/him. Babey. but not as babey as rowan he's like 12. kind of shy 👉👈. pls compliment him he's starving for attention.

yvette (sentret) - she/they. bartender and barista. she and her soulmates are like the ultimate meet cute. will walk with you out of the bar if you're feeling unsafe and then shoot the guy who made you feel that way full of arrows.

velvet (swablu) - she/they. magical girl! specifically madoka magica flavored. sometimes she just wears her magical girl outfit wherever cause its nice aesthetic hehe.

thoas (swalot) - he/they. slightly more baby than finn but still not as baby as rowan. like 8 or 9 probably. they were a gym trainer at canalave gym but the starters were like fuck that! you're our child now.

bingus (tauros) - no pronouns. big strong bingus!!! both soulmates are also named bingus. bingus loves bingus’s soulmates bingus and bingus with all of bingus’s heart. bingus thinks u are very epic and important. finds joy in everything.

autumn...? (seadra) - any pronouns. *chanting* spy au spy au spy au!!! goes by the names of the months and seasons for them spicy fake identities. has probably fucked ur mom.

the deceased

rei (sableye) - he/they. certified bastard. has that soulmate au where if you draw on your skin it shows up on your soulmate's skin. got their older brother arrested by drawing shit on their face.

timaeus (roserade) - he/him. former crown prince of the sinnoh region. very protective of his little sister. has his mother's eyes.

june (budew) - she/her. former princess of the sinnoh region. also known as junior. like 6 years old. the original Babey™.

osiris (giratina) - it/void. got like 5 minutes of screentime. two whole loyal followers! i think the world is sort of falling apart since voi died? also tall as fuck (7'2"). will raid your twitch stream and call you cringe.

stardust (luxio) - he/they. Criminol. former team leader. haha what if you lowered me into a bank vault with my red string of fate... haha jk...... unless? 😳

critias (toxicroak) - he/him. see no evil! blind as shit. vigilante motherfucker. owns a miku binder. beats the shit out of corporations & forces them to be disability accessible. an icon. former team leader.

heba (claydol) - they/them. street magician. dresses fancy no matter the occasion. swallows lots of swords. that's like their main trick since they can't get hurt from it. their parents were also rowan's parents. emphasis on the were.

sitri (darkrai) - he/they. stardust move over there's a new bastard in town. several thousand years old but got kicked out of pokemon heaven and into high school for being an angsty teen. also really tall (6'9"). gamer tag is probably something like xX_hiraeth.shadow_Xx

darya (slowking) - she/they. theater major. game show stan. will infodump to you about shit you've never heard of at 2:03 am.

now you can go wild on that ask game have fun

#drugs cw #death cw #alcohol cw #body horror cw #ask to tag??#idk if i overdid it or not #its not as bad as it looks i promise #anyway send some asks hehe #locke kids #locke kids masterlist

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rattusrattus3 · 4 years

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Costume Tutorials (all costumes by me):

Floral Fairy (model: Gerhardt, she/they/he)

Mushroom (model: Amanda, they/them)

Dusk (model: Ren, they/them)

Night Sky (model: me, they/them)

Sun (model: Okong’o, he/him)

Moth (model: Sophie, they/them)

Cherry Blossom Fairy (model: me, they them)

Elf Wear

How I make my fairy bras

Flower crown tutorial

Fairy skirt Tutorial

DIY Fairy Wings

Pastel Knitted Blanket

My Zines (how i make them) (rookie mag tutorial)

How to make your own toiletries

Save the Bees

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Making Your Own Tea

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vegan chocolate chip cookies

vegan lavander lemon loaf

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Sources of inspiration/influences: W.I.T.C.H. comic, Emily the strange, Neil Gaiman, Tony Diterlizzi, Jim Henson, Emilie Autumn, troll dolls, vintage toys and fashion, italian folk music, ramshackle glory/folk punk, folklore and fairytales, drag and gender fuck fashion, cats, mythical creatures, Rookie Mag, fairy kei, goth, punk, lolita fashion, pastel goth, creepy/cute aesthetics, post apocalyptic stuff,

Mental Health Resources:

Mental Illness Happy Hour Podcast, i especially recommend using their search box for finding specific topics, and using the forum to chat about mental health stuff, the surveys are fantastic as well

DEPRESSION

Suicide Hotline: 1-800-SUICIDE (2433) – Can use in US, U.K., Canada and Singapore

Suicide Crisis Line: 1-800-999-9999

National Suicide Prevention Helpline: 1-800-273-TALK (8255)

National Adolescent Suicide Helpline: 1-800-621-4000

Postpartum Depression: 1-800-PPD-MOMS

NDMDA Depression Hotline – Support Group: 1-800-826-3632

Veterans: 1-877-VET2VET

Crisis Help Line – For Any Kind of Crisis: 1-800-233-4357

Suicide & Depression Crisis Line – Covenant House: 1-800-999-9999

Trans Lifeline: https://www.translifeline.org/

National Alliance on Mental Illness www.nami.org

DOMESTIC ABUSE

National Child Abuse Helpline: 1-800-422-4453

National Domestic Violence Crisis Line: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233)

National Domestic Violence Hotline (TDD): 1-800-787-32324

Center for the Prevention of School Violence: 1-800-299-6504

Child Abuse Helpline: 1-800-4-A-CHILD (1-800-422-4453)

Domestic Violence Helpline: 1-800-548-2722

Healing Woman Foundation (Abuse): 1-800-477-4111

Child Abuse Hotline Support & Information: 1-800-792-5200

Women’s Aid National Domestic Violence Helpline: (UK Only) 0345 023 468

Sexual Abuse Centre: (UK Only) 0117 935 1707

Sexual Assault Support (24/7, English & Spanish): 1-800-223-5001

Domestic & Teen Dating Violence (English & Spanish): 1-800-992-2600

Rape and Incest National Network Online Help Center: https://ohl.rainn.org/online/

ALCOHOL & DRUG ABUSE

National Association for Children of Alcoholics: 1-888-55-4COAS (1-888-554-2627)

National Drug Abuse: 1-800-662-HELP (4357)

Al-Anon/Alateen Hope & Help for young people who are the relatives & friends of a problem drinker): 1-800-344-2666

Alcohol/Drug Abuse Hotline: 1-800-662-HELP (4357)

Be Sober Hotline: 1-800-BE-SOBER (1-800-237-6237)

Cocaine Help Line: 1-800-COCAINE (1-800-262-2463)

24 Hour Cocaine Support Line: 1-800-992-9239

Ecstasy Addiction: 1-800-468-6933

Marijuana Anonymous: 1-800-766-6779

YOUTH & TEEN HOTLINES

National Youth Crisis Support: 1-800-448-4663

Youth America Hotline: 1-877-YOUTHLINE (1-877-968-8454)

Covenant House Nine-Line (Teens): 1-800-999-9999

Boys Town National: 1-800-448-3000

Teen Helpline: 1-800-400-0900

TeenLine: 1-800-522-8336

Youth Crisis Support: 1-800-448-4663 or 1-800-422-0009

Runaway Support (All Calls are Confidential): 800-231-6946

Child Helpline: (UK Only) 0800 1111

Kids Helpline: (Australia) 1800 55 1800

PREGNANCY HOTLINES

AAA Crisis Pregnancy Center: 1-800-560-0717

Pregnancy Support: 1-800-4-OPTIONS (1-800-467-8466)

Pregnancy National Helpline: 1-800-356-5761

Young Pregnant Support: 1-800 550-4900

Abortion Services Websites

https://exhaleprovoice.org

http://yourbackline.org

LGBTQIA+ HOTLINES

The Trevor Helpline (For LGBTQIA+ questions or problems): 1-800-850-8078

Gay & Lesbian National Support: 1-888-THE-GLNH (1-888-843-4564)

Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, and Transgender (GLBT) Youth Support Line: 1-800-850-8078

Lesbian & Gay Switchboard: (UK Only) 0121 622 6589

Lothian Gay & Lesbian Switchboard – Scotland: (Scotland Only) 0131 556 4049

OTHER HOTLINES/WEBSITES

Self-Injury Support: 1-800-DONT CUT (1-800-366-8288) (WWW.SELFINJURY.COM)

Eating Disorders Awareness and Prevention: 1-800-931-2237 (Hours: 8am-noon daily, PST)

Eating Disorders Center: 1-888-236-1188

Help Finding a Therapist: 1-800-THERAPIST (1-800-843-7274)

Panic Disorder Information and Support: 1-800-64-PANIC (1-800-647-2642)

TalkZone (Peer Counselors): 1-800-475-TALK (1-800-475-2855)

Parental Stress Hotline: 1-800-632-8188

National AIDS Helpline: (UK Only) 0800 567 123

Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous www.slaafws.org

BetterHelp online counseling www.BetterHelp.com/mental

Crisis Text Line text 741741

Sexuality and Gender Resources

Scarleteen

DNI: kink/NSFW/porn blogs, transmed/truscum, terf/swerf, racists, antisemites, nazis, thinspo/pro-ana/pro mia blogs, MAP/NoMAP/Pedophiles

#mine #personal #faq #its finally here

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zayphyr · 5 years

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pocket!ateez

🌸 hongjoong // 김홍중

• the softest, tiniest bAby

• going shopping with you is his favourite!

• picking outfits for you to try on while he judges + getting ice cream later

• also loves wearing matching tees,

• mostly at home, which is basically him making tiny ones out of your massive old tees

• tried tie-dying them once,,

• ended up looking like a smurf

• help him out pLS

• lowkey gets lost in your oversized sweaters and hoodies till you gotta rescue him

• loveees doing your nails!

• and in return, you paint his too

• with the smallest paintbrush you can find around the house

• "what did the toast say to the psychic??"

• "joong-" "you bREAD my mind!"

• composes lil songs for you to listen to in every mood

• when you're excited, when you're tired after a long day, when you don't feel good enough

• he's got tunes and lots of cuddles to get you through anything

• the most uwu baby ever, always looking out for youu

🌸 seonghwa // 박성화

• a whole soft dork!!

• wakes you up in the mornings by calling into your ears

• mostly just sings baby shark into your ears out of tune

• morning walks to the park with him peeking out of your pocket

• needs his daily dose of sunshine while you already have yours in your pocket :)

• learns the choreography to your favourite songs while waiting for you to come home after work/school/uni

• you know his lil bleps? yeah, only tinier and more precious :")

• does it when he's bored/watching you do do stuff

• always helps you clean up the house

• cleans up food bits from the table once you're both done eating

• tries cleaning your work desk with a piece of cloth

• tiny bby gets super tired out

• pls make him some lemonade to reward his hard work!

• tries to pull out chairs for you like in the movies

• realises after multiple attempts that he can'T

• is terrified of dogs, especially pugs

• always just watches from the safety of your pocket

• tucks you in with goodnight kisses :((

🌸 yunho // 정윤호

• smol tol noodle part 1

• your everyday vitamin, literally never out of energy

• encourages you to exercise

• "you're doing great! just 2 more!!"

• absolutely fascinated by candles

• nearly fell straight into one trying to smell it

• but thankfully, you caught him in time

• always just admired them from afar since then

• does face masks with you!

• with him applying it on your cheeks

• while you put a lil on his cheeks with your pinky

• gummy bears are his favourite

• a colourful, squishy aND edible teddy?? sign him uP

• loVES playing with your hair and doing tiny braids

• all he has to do is *smile* and you'll end up sharing your food with him

• though he has his own plate of the exact same thing

• "yours somehow always tastes better"

• teaches you the choreo to your favourite songs

• is terrified of roaches

• you gotta rescue the lil bean

• says he hAs to sleep on a pillow beside you bc it was too scary

🌸 yeosang // 강여상

• super shy lil being

• prefers staying home with you over going out

• your no.1 taste tester

• "noooo, this is way too salty"

• reads books with you!

• he'll be comfortably settled in the crook of your neck

• tugs on a lock of your hair if you turn the page too fast

• has all the sweet candy and feeds you the sour ones

• is a total smol savage

• will obliterate anybody that says anything hurtful to you

• he's too shy though so he'll just whisper angrily from your pocket

• making you immediately feel better

• sleeps eVERYWHERE

• in your beanies, hoodie or coat pockets, your headphones, teacups- everywhere

• watch out before you use the microwave

• slept in there once during winter

• is terrified of chickens

• though he loves fried chicken

• loves hearing all about your day!

• knows all your friends, the people that annoy you, that pup you always pet on your way home

• "linda needs to take a chill pill"

🌸 san // 최산

• needy tiny baby!

• loVES when you ruffle his hair

• literally melts into a puddle whenever you show him love

• you shoot him finger hearts

• and he dramatically clutches his heart and collapses

• plays match-3 games on your phone

• walks over to reach the far away matches bc he's too tinY

• tried to help you blow small balloons one day

• got stuck in one somehow??

• watching horror movies together

• initially, he tries to make jokes about the main characters

• eventually ends up hiding in the crook of your neck or behind your hair

• occasional tiny screams

• "I was just,, surprised!"

• heLLA jealous for someone so tiny

• tries to fITE any mini figurines of comic book heroes you have

• "I'm the only tiny hero they need!!!"

• tells the lamEST jokes to crack you up somehow

• cuddles your finger when he's extra deprived of your attention

• nEEDS to exchange goodnight kisses before you both go to bed

• can't fall asleep without this ritual

🌸 mingi // 송민기

• smol tol noodle part 2

• wakes you up by repeatedly poking your cheek

• going on picnics with you is his moST favourite thing to do

• loves flowers so much!

• sits on massive sunflowers for lil photoshoots

• runs around collecting pretty fallen flower petals

• spells your name with them and is so proud of what he's made :")

• pls make sure you don't lose him though

• he's a tall pocket bby but the weeds are taller

• always does the rap parts during your jamming sessions

• saw you swirling your fingers in the fishbowl and getting mini kisses from the fishes

• he tried putting his hand in too

• but poor bby got nipped at :(

• bc the fishes probably think it's food

• gives you lil nose kisses when you're super tired!

• expects them back too

• plays around with your accessories

• wears your rings as lil crowns

• your pocket princess w/ a toothpick sceptre!

🌸 wooyoung // 정우영

• is irresistible and he kNOWS it

• does cheerleading moves to motivate you when you're having a hard time with studies/work

• it never fails :"))

• lotS of aegyo sets too

• absolutely loves cuddling into your palm for a nap

• he just,,, loves your hands so much :(

• found your pack of bubblegum once

• ended up needing your help to get the gum off his clothes and hair

• always needs your attention !!

• walks all over your keyboard if you've been working too much

• or if you haven't played with him in more than 10 minutes

• proceeds to do it while folding his little arms over his puffed up chest

• calling you different sweet names

• and trying to hug all of your fingers till you eventually give iN

• loves watching movies with you so much!

• insists on feeding you popcorn each time

• his lil high pitched cackle laugh??

• you gotta let him sip anything you're drinking, always

• literally prides himself on being your pocket bby :"))

🌸 jongho // 최종호

• wakes you up with aegyo

• puts himself in timeout for being that embarrassing

• needs reassurance that you loved it

• always trying to be your mini hercules

• uses cotton swabs as his dumbells to flex

• even breaks baby carrots in half to impress you

• loveS helping you cook,,

• which is basically him pushing the dishes on the counter you need closer to you

• tried to stir cooled down soup and fell into the pot once

• lil pouts when he doesn't get what he wants

• tags along when you go swimming

• he swims in your favourite bowl while you take the pool

• leaves little hearts and drawings in your notebooks!

• you never see him doing it but there are new ones in your books everyday

• loves going to the beach

• has a lil shell collection

• sits on your beauty blender and watches while you do your makeup

• wants you to put some on him too

• sings you to sleep when you're tired or sick :")

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this is my first ever imagine so please excuse any mistakes, feel free to let me know if you have any requests or suggestions, thank you so much for reading! 💟💝💕

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