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#DAISY MAE YOURE SO SWEET
rhenuvee · 7 months
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Playing Animal Crossing New Horizons with Genshin Boys [Modern AU]
A/N: This is not important but I almost wrote sea bass with the characters
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Treats it like Minecraft. Farms the heck out of your island for materials, and makes his own little "base" that's bordered by fences. Has enough wood, rocks, iron nuggets, etc to supply him for a year.
Razor, Bennett, Albedo, Alhaitham, Chongyun, Gorou, Kazuha, Mika, Thoma, Tighnari, Wanderer, Xiao
Chaotic. Attacks you with a net, sends you purposely cringey notes with a smelly sea bass attached, dresses like a hot dog after telling him to dress nice for a picture, probably decorates his house like a demon summoning ritual.
Childe, Cyno (does it to make you laugh), Itto, Kaeya, Lyney, Venti
Has sooo many bells... and from what?? He is your resident glucose father, always giving his bells to you to pay your debts. That 75,000 bell piano? It's yours. Really good with the Daisy Mae stonks, buys 100 turnips every time.
Alhaitham (asks you to catch a Coelacanth first), Ayato, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya
Broke. You’re the one with millions of bells. Takes so long for him to get out of the tent, and can't pay his home loans for days- but always has money for buying random things like a chair? Sometimes they have bells, but still ask you for some to annoy you. Also frequently gets scammed by Redd.
Bennett, Itto, Kaveh ("why does this feel oddly familiar..?"), Venti
Trash island. They are hoarders (honestly me). Your island's trees are still at the original random locations, along with weeds you have to pick every time, and some unknown "leaves" scattered everywhere. You say this is the reason Isabel gave your island a 2* rating but he denies it.
Bennett, Razor, Cyno, Itto, Venti
Clumsy. Always gets stung by wasps because he never takes out the net on time, falls for pitfall seed traps, and lots and lots of sea bass.
Bennett, Gorou, Itto, Kaveh
Treats it like Pokemon. Catches every single fish, bug and ocean species, completes the art gallery, every DIY. If you need something caught or made, he's your man.
Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Cyno, Freminet, Kazuha, Mika, Razor, Heizou, Thoma, Tighnari
Wholesome af. This one gifts you sweet letters with nice gifts, aw. Plants lots of flowers outside your houses. Always gives you things you need. Probably decorated a small little space your you two, and gives the villagers nice gifts too.
Ayato, Baizhu, Bennett, Freminet, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lyney, Mika, Thoma, Venti
Doesn't really play video games... but he knows you like it so he tries to understand it. He's like a tourist, following you around, occasionally getting sidetracked by random things such as villagers. He doesn't know about the mailing system (yet) so he drops off gifts for you in front of your house.
Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Diluc, Gorou, Kazuha, Mika, Razor, Thoma, Xiao, Zhongli
Villager drama enthusiast (but chaotic). You tell him about your island and the personalities of your villagers. He goes a step further by making up gossip like "_____ cannot be neighbours with _____ because he cheated on her with _____!"
Childe, Kaeya, Kaveh, Lyney, Heizou, Venti, Xingqiu
The artist. Takes Animal Crossing very seriously. Has only the best clothes and furniture, sometimes making his own custom designs. Terraformed and decorated your island to a T, and takes cute pictures with you in the museum's aquarium, fireworks festival, etc.
Kaveh, Kaeya, Kazuha, Lyney, Venti
The competitive one. Originally he thought Animal Crossing was just a cutesy game. Once you introduce him to it, it doesn't take long for him to complain about Tom Nook being a capitalist and struggling to pay his loans and complete the museum. You offer to help but he insists on doing it himself.
Itto, Tighnari, Wanderer, Kaveh
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forever-rogue · 1 year
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Can you write another daisy mae × stepmom!reader? Where Daisy really misses reader and reader has a bad day but doesn't tell Steve, so Daisy begs her father to do a surprise visit for reader and cheer reader up?
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AN | Please, I love nothing more than Steve and Daisy and Reader🥺
Warnings | None
Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 2.6k
Masterlist | Steve, Main
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Daisy huffed as she walked into the kitchen, her favorite stuffed dog in one hand, and footsteps heavy. She climbed onto her usual chair at the kitchen table and sighed dramatically before laying her head on the placemat. She was really learning well from Uncle Eddie it seemed. Steve stopped stirring the sauce he was making and turned to look at her, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the counter. 
“Alright kid, what’s up?” he asked and she peeked one big, brown eye at him, “you’re acting like it’s the end of the world.”
She shrugged at first, hugging the stuffed dog to her chest; Steve was almost positive he could see her eyes tearing up, “I miss her.”
It only took a moment before realization hit Steve; she was talking about you. It warmed his heart to know that not only did you like his daughter, but that the two of you had a special bond between yourselves. You clearly loved and adored her and Daisy felt the same about you. He never would have guessed that meeting you in that coffee shop would lead to this. But he was thankful for his inquisitive and curious daughter that only seemed to listen when it suited her.
“I miss her too,” he promised, glancing at his watch to check the time. It was Friday and it wasn’t too late…alright. It had been three days since he'd last seen you, and like Daisy he was really missing you. He didn’t like being away from you for any amount of time longer than necessary, “I have an idea - why don’t we call her and she if she wants to come and spend the night?”
“Really?” her entire face lit up at the idea and he nodded, “maybe she can bring Mr. Beans too!”
“We’ll see,” he went to the phone on the wall and grabbed the receiver off the hook, “let’s call first and see what’s up to, okay?”
“Okay,” she slid off the chair and ran over to him, motioning for him to pick her up. He raised an eye and she huffed, “up please, Daddy.”
He bent down and picked her up, settling her on his hip. Steve hated to admit this, but she was almost getting too big and heavy for him to comfortably hold her like that. But Daisy was his baby girl and he’d love on her how she wanted for as long as he could, “alright, let’s call and see what she says.”
He dialed your number and both Harringtons eagerly awaited to hear your sweet voice again. Unfortunately the phone only rang and rang before it kicked over to voicemail. Steve frowned, but opted not to leave a message; this was strange…you’d never not answered the phone before. And if you were going out somewhere you would have told him.
“She didn’t answer,” a pouty frown formed on her face, “why?”
“I don’t know baby,” he sighed softly, “it’s weird though…she always answers.”
“Call her again,” she insisted firmly and he did as she asked, dialing your number again…only to be met with the same fate, “what happened?”
“She didn’t answer again,” maybe it was too much to work immediately, but Steve was worried. More so only because this was so out of norm for you…and because he was madly in love with you too, but that was a different story. 
“Daddy, I have an idea,” she put a hand on his cheek and looked at him intently. Sometimes she was way too smart for her own good, “let’s go and see her.”
He mused over what she had said, trying to weigh the possibilities. Would it be too much to actually come over and see you? Or would it be okay…would you be happy to see them? There really was only one way to find out, “alright Daisy Mae, let’s do it. But first let’s pack up some of this food and bring over some dinner.”
“She’ll like that,” she squirmed to get out of his arms, giving him a supportive little nod as he set her down, “she likes your ‘sketti.”
“Spaghetti,” he reminded with a smile as she repeated it back to him, “alright kiddo, go and get yourself cleaned up and then we’ll leave in a few minutes.”
“Yay,” she clapped her little hands in delight before running up the stairs and towards her bedroom. Steve watched her go, shaking his head fondly at her; he really did have the best girls in the world.
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You were currently curled up on the couch, wrapped in a big blanket that was a poor substitute for the warmth and comfort you were craving. No, that could only have come from one source - Steve. But you hadn’t talked to him that day, which really made you feel shitty but you really didn’t want to bring him down with your mood. It was the first time since you’d started dating that you hadn’t spoken to him all day. 
There was some show playing on the television, but you weren’t really paying attention, only half heartedly staring at the screen while petting Mr. Beans. The sound of the doorbell chiming throughout the house almost made you jump off the couch in surprise. You contemplated ignoring it…but then it came again, followed by a knock. Whoever it was, clearly wasn’t going to just go away. 
You climbed out of your comfy little nest, and padded to the door, not even bothering to look and check who it was. But as soon as you opened it and found Steve and Daisy on the other side, you felt your entire heart melt. 
Daisy squealed in delight as she ran over to and threw her little arms around you, hugging your legs tightly. You felt a wave of emotion run through you as you bent down to hug her back with just as much love and fervent intensity, “oh my sweet girl.”
You closed your eyes as you pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. She pulled back and looked up at you, a little frown on her face as she spied the few tears that had rolled down your cheeks. Daisy reached up and gently wiped them away, “why are you crying?”
“I’m just so happy to see you,” you whispered softly, running on a hand through her soft, pretty auburn locks, “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I missed you too,” she promised, “lots and lots. So did Daddy.”
You looked up to find Steve watching the two of you with a soft expression on his face as he nodded, “hey baby.”
“Hey, my love,” you stood back up and let him wrap you up in his arms; suddenly the world didn’t feel so heavy anymore, “missed you so much, Stevie.”
“I missed you more,” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “sorry for the interruption, but surprise.”
“Don’t apologize,” you insisted, “you’re both welcome here anytime.”
“Can I go and say hi to Beans?” Daisy tugged lightly on the hem of your sweater as you gave her an affirmative nod. She grinned before brushing past you and running into the living room. 
“We brought dinner,” Steve pointed to the bag next to his feet and if you weren’t in love with him before you were now, “figured we shouldn’t just come unannounced and empty handed.”
“Oh,” you sniffled lightly, dabbing at your eyes with the back of your hand, “Steve, I…I love you so much.”
“I love you,” he grabbed the bag in one hand and reached for yours with the other, lacing your fingers together, “we can go if you’d rather have us leave…but we wanted to make sure you were okay since I hadn’t heard from you today and you didn’t answer the phone so we just wanted to make sure.”
“You’re the best,” you looked in his eyes, and saw nothing but gentle reverence staring back at you, “really, Steve. I mean it. Thank you.”
“There’s nothing to thank me for,” he promised gently, “just had to make sure my girl was okay.”
He set the bag on the counter and started to pull out the different containers of delicious looking food. You could hear Daisy talking to Beans excitedly, and you relaxed at the bit of normalcy the two of them brought back into the house. You stopped him for a moment, taking his hand in yours and giving it a gentle squeeze, “I’m really glad you’re here. Both of you.”
“Me too,” he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles. He looked at you for a moment, softly enough to make you want to cry before his hands settled on your hips, motioning for you to jump on the counter. You did so with his help and he settled himself between your legs, “you’re so beautiful.”
“Steve.”
“Do you want to tell me what’s going on today?” he touched your face, brushing his knuckles over your cheek, “you don’t have to talk about it, but if you want to, I’ll always listen.”
“It’s…I just didn’t want to bring you and Daisy down,” you confessed softly, “that’s why I didn’t really talk to you today.”
“You never have to worry about that,” he insisted, “we’re supposed to be there for each other, and support each other; we’re family, sweetheart. We’ll always be here for you.”
As soon as the words fell from his mouth, you looked at him with wide, nervous eyes. He’d never said those words before; you knew it was true, but hearing them out loud was something else. You looked at him shyly before, wishing you could hide your face but also knowing he’d never allow you to do such a thing. He put a finger under your chin and turned your face up to his, “Steve…do you mean that?”
“Of course I do,” his voice was barely above a whisper as he nodded, “Daisy and I…I hope you know we both think you’re family.”
You looked at him for a long moment before you leaned in and kissed him, only pulling back when you both needed a breath of air. Your forehead was pressed against his as he sighed contentedly, “you’re my family too, Steve. Both of you…I love you so much.”
“Hmm,” he hummed softly against your lips. Before you could say anything else, you felt a small tugging on the bottom of your sweats. You pulled back from Steve and found an identical set of soft, brown eyes looking back up at you. Steve smiled softly when he saw her, running a hand through her dark hair, “Daisy…”
“I love you too,” she said eagerly, and you felt ready to cry again, “just like Daddy.”
You let out a small laugh that was mixed in with a sniffle as you hopped off the counter. Crouching down so you were on her level, you pulled her into a tight hug before picking her up. She’d almost jumped into your arms, clinging onto you as tightly as a little koala, “you always know just what to say to make me feel better. Thank you for being so wonderful.”
She murmured something softly against your shoulder before pressing a big kiss to your cheek, “if you lived with us, you’d always have us around! And we’d always be together!”
“Oh,” you loved the innocence and unadulterated kindness that children often showed but this one caught you off guard. Had you thought about living with the two of them? Absolutely. Were you ready to actually mention that to him? Not quite yet. But it seemed like once again, Daisy Harrington was one step ahead of both of you, “well, we’ll have to talk about it soon, huh?”
“Mhmm,” she yawned before burying her face in your shoulder, “‘m tired.”
“I’m sure you are, little lady,” you gently stroked her back in soothing circles, “how about you and Beans go for a little nap?”
“Yes please,” you looked at Steve who only nodded in response as you carried her to the spare room. You didn’t even have to ask your feline companion to follow; he was right behind the two of you, ready to curl up with the young girl. 
Daisy was already asleep, snoring softly, as you tucked her into the bed. You brushed her hair out of her face before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, “sleep well, my sweet girl.”
Steve had already set the table for the two of you by the time you got back, pulling out the chair for you before sitting down next to you, “she was really excited to come. I’ll sure she’ll be up and hungry soon.”
“I…will you guys stay? For the night?” you felt silly and pathetic asking, but the way Steve’s face lit up made you think that maybe your request wasn’t so silly, “i-if you want to?”
“I’d love to,” he put his hand on top of yours, easily dwarfed yours as he gave it a gentle squeeze, “and I think I speak for both of us.”
“Thank you,” suddenly things didn’t feel as heavy as they did before. You sat back and looked at him softly for a moment, “today was just…rough. Both at work and just…in my head, I guess. I dunno…it was just a hard day. It really beat me down and I didn’t know what to do. So I thought that I’d just….keep to myself. Turns out, that wasn’t the best idea after all. What I really needed was you.”
“And you’ll always have me,” you looked into his eyes, and you could see that he was being honest, “for whatever, whenever.”
“I know, Steve,” you smiled softly as he touched your face, “you always have me too.”
“I know,” he echoed your words before pausing for just a moment, “you know, ugh…Daisy had a point. A-and it’s just something to think about and we can definitely talk about it, but maybe we can start thinking about moving in together.”
Your mouth opened and closed a few times, and you nodded, blinking back your tears, “I…Steve. That’s…it’s….are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything,” he insisted, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand and then your palm, “and I am absolutely sure about this. About you. Us.”
“Really?”
“Really,” he smiled that megawatt smile you adored so much, “so…let’s think about it and then go from there.”
But you already had your answer. And you knew that Steve knew too.
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cowgurrrl · 5 months
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Please Come Home for Christmas
Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader
Summary: The Christmas season with the Millers [1.4k]
Author’s note: I got a wave of Christmas nostalgia and said fuck it we ball
Warnings: age roll call (Sam: 8, Issac: 6, twins & Lucy : 4, JJ: 1, Sarah: 32, Ellie: 28) mentions of aging animals, pregnancy/babies, Joel not only being a DILF but a GFILF (grandfather I’d like to fuck), reminiscing, NOTE: While Christmas and Christmas themes are prevalent in this fic, readers religious views are not specified and very easily can be added in!!
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The house is chaos. Lucia and Tommy are in the kitchen, loudly speaking Spanish to each other over Tejano Christmas music while the kids run around under their feet. Hank warns them about "gettin' in Abuela's way when she's cookin'" and escorts them to the backyard with a quick kiss to his wife's cheek. The tree is sparkling in the corner, cramping the otherwise large living room with the messy handmade ornaments of a well-lived childhood hanging from the branches. You could spot Joel's toothy kindergarten photo from across the room if you tried. Maria opens the back door, wine in one hand and a half-made Christmas garland in the other, to yell at the kids for roughhousing too hard and earning an apologetic wave from Hank. 
You sit on the couch with Maria and work on stringing popcorn and cranberries on a long piece of fishing wire. She sighs when she sits back down, and you struggle to remember what you were talking about when Daisy suddenly steals a piece of popcorn from the bowl and runs away. "Daisy Mae!" You scold, but when her big, droopy eyes meet yours, she knows you're not really mad. The years have flown by, and the sweet puppy who showed up at your door one day now has white on her face and struggles to keep up with the kids when they want to play. She can have as much popcorn as she wants as long as Joel doesn't know about it. 
"God, do babies always smell bad or just mine?" Ellie asks as she walks into the living room with a squirmy JJ. He turned one a few months ago, and now all he wants to do is run around with the big kids. You open your arms, and Ellie hands over said smelly baby without hesitation.
"They smell bad for a little bit, but then it gets better." You say in an obnoxious baby voice as you smile big at the baby. 
"I told you!" Dina announces as she taps Ellie's hip to get by her to throw away a dirty diaper. You can hear her asking Lucia and Tommy if they need help, which they vehemently deny before shoving her out of the kitchen. "They run that kitchen like the goddamn Navy." She says upon reentry, and you laugh.
"Trust me, I've been trying to infiltrate for years now, and they haven't let me."
"Guests don't cook!" Tommy calls from the kitchen, and you roll your eyes. The backdoor slides open again, and you expect one kid or another to be crying from a fall or a bending of the rules, but you find Sarah and Ethan coming back inside. Well, you see Sarah's belly before you really see her. She, like Ellie, is wearing a red sweater, and her curls are half-up in a green bow. She's glowing. 
"I'm ready to be done with this pregnancy. This is bullshit," She breathes as Ethan helps support her into Hank's big Lazy Boy. Her hands rest on her bump, and she looks at you. "I don't know how you did this so many times." 
"I've only been pregnant twice, remember?"
"Oh, right. Twins," her eyes widen as she looks at Ethan. "We are not having twins. We're done."
"Yes, ma'am." He says diligently before kissing her forehead and asking Lucia for entry into the kitchen in Spanish. She greets him with loud kisses on both cheeks and gives him a glass of water for his heavily pregnant wife. You always knew you liked Ethan, but seeing him be such an attentive dad and husband only solidifies it for you.
"I remember how miserable I got at the end with JJ, too. Hopefully, you'll go into labor sooner rather than later." Dina sympathizes, and Sarah pokes at her belly.
"D'you hear that? People other than me want you out, you little terrorist."
"Honey, please don't call our daughter a terrorist."
"When she's the one sitting on your bladder, you can call her whatever you want."
"Daddy's home!" Your eight-year-old sprints through the living room with a posse of children behind him. Issac can keep pace with his long legs, but the girls— Lucy, Sophia, and Violet— struggle with their little, four-year-old strides. Poor JJ is left in the dust and gives you the saddest face ever as his cousins run past. Dina coos and takes JJ to soothe him and give him a chance to get in on the action as Joel trudges over the threshold with a gaggle of children and H-E-B bags slung over both arms.
"Little help?" He calls as he enters the living room. Everyone starts getting up from the couch to help unload the groceries, but Joel lifts a grocery-clad hand before Sarah can move a muscle. "Not you, mama. You rest." 
"Thank you." She says, and he hums, kisses her head, and elbows his way into the kitchen. One by one, you unload the groceries from the bed of Hank's truck and into their respective places around the house. Sam and Issac run away with an impressively large slab of brisket to give to Hank, and all three of the girls get distracted by the large metal tins of Christmas popcorn, complete with images of Santa wearing a cowboy hat on the side. 
It's chaos, but it's perfect chaos. Festive music and sweet smells float around the house as the sun sets on a chilly December Texas day. The lights around the house and on the tree cast the rooms in a comforting red, green, and white glow. You catch the kids laughing and whispering to each other as Tommy and Lucia dance together between stirring, patting, and baking. Dina and Ellie guide JJ around the house, helping him strengthen his wobbly legs and letting him feel involved. Ethan steals snacks from the pantry and brings them to Sarah's throne of a chair. You think he'd bring the world to her if she asked for it in this moment. Hank is in the backyard and bounces between showing the boys how the barbeque works and how to make the cows moo back. 
You're smiling at the insanity when Joel jerks his head toward the front door. "Got one last thing in the truck I need help with," he supplies. You figure it's something from Santa or something he didn't want the kids to see and get excited about. So, you agree and follow him out into the orange dusk and shiver a little at the sudden temperature change. You get all the way to the driver's side of the old pickup when he looks up at the tree he parked under, making you look up, too. You can't stop the laugh from leaving you at what you find. Hung above the truck in a tree older than Joel is a tiny sprig of mistletoe tied with nimble guitarist fingers. 
"When did you even have time to hang that?" You ask, and he shrugs.
"Anythin' is possible with Christmas magic." He snarks. You laugh and step into him, looking between him and the mistletoe as his cologne wraps around you.
"You're cheesy," you say. "And also stupidly romantic." 
"Yeah, yeah." He says as he leans down to kiss you. His beard scratches your face, but he makes up for it in the sweet way he holds you. He's warm and firm and so fucking perfect it makes you wish you could freeze this moment forever. He mumbles a quiet "I love you" and presses kisses all over your face like he's worried the spell will break if his lips leave you. 
Ten years ago, you got married on this same property. Eight years ago, you brought your son here for his first Christmas, and then four years later, your daughters. Your grandchildren have also spent their first holiday seasons here (Lucia was more than willing to buy a menorah and learn about Hannukah for Dina the second she found out she didn't celebrate Christmas). Every Christmas, you've brought Daisy and watched her run in the backyard. Then walk. Then lay down in front of the door, sighing like an old man. You know, perhaps someday soon, you'll have your first Christmas since your twenties without her. Someday, the kids will have their own traditions and families. Someday, Lucia and Hank won't have the energy to host the entire Miller-Hernandez-Caradonna clan for holidays. But that's someday. Right now, you're kissing Joel under an old tree with fairy lights and mistletoe strung throughout its branches, and the air is cold and full of nostalgia, and it's chaos. It's perfect. Until a distant cow moos loud enough for it to reach you all the way in the front yard and makes Joel pull away from you with an astounded look on his face.
"Was that fucking Roger?"
TAGLIST: @abbyhaslongshorts @kiwiharrykiwi @sumsworldz @myloveistoolittle @anavatazes @marantha
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My dear Marina…I recently joined the Song Association Game and I’d like to inaugurate it with a special gift for you 🎁
I’ll be giving a song to the main characters of Sarge & lil Mama. That means our dear Elvis, Elaine, and the kids. So, I need you to please give me the faceclaims of all of the kids. And for our late Josephine Presley, if you don’t mind, I’ll be using Lisa Marie as a faceclaim since that’s how I always thought Jo would look like.
I hope you like what I have in mind ♥️
—with love, Mey ❪ @the-ugly-swan ❫
Darling Mey, this is so so so sweet, I’m beyond touched you’d choose one of my universes for this! I’m delighted to provide the needed faceclaims and fully stand by your choice to use Lisa Marie for sweet Jo.
I’m presuming you needed names? For the faceclaims? Not photos? So here they are, let me know if I did this wrong, I’m not always the best at processing requests. 🥴
Jesse Presley: Austin Butler
Ella Presley: Zoe deutch
Daisy Mae: Margaret Qualley
Rosalee Presley: Riley Keough
Jack Presley: Jonah Hauer King
Jo: —
Marie Presley: Maggie Rogers (singer)
Danny Presley: Jfk Jr. 😂
Shiloh Jo Presley: Ali Tate Cutler
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runawaymarbles · 1 year
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Hi I am here Asking About Your Parents' Bunnies as requested
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(For those who didn't see it: i reblogged a poll that asked people whether they got their pets from breeders, pet stores, shelters or somewhere else.)
The Story Of My Parents' Bunnies goes thusly:
🐇when he was a grad student, after he met my mom but before they were dating, my father got a baby bunny he named Roxanne. I don't know where from; my guess is a pet store. He then proceeded to call my mom and say that he had a baby bunny, did she want to come meet her?
🐇🐇 my mom did in fact want to meet my dad's baby bunny. Fast forward several years and they are married and going to an annual Christmas party. The host's son-- since moved out-- had a bunny named Roger, who lived on his parents' deck. My mom, who is not fond of crowds, would spend the party out on the deck talking to the bunny. One year the hosts just sent Roger home with her.
🐇🐇eventually Roxanne died. Roger was very mopey about it, and my parents thought he was depressed. So they got another bunny from a shelter of some kind (I believe) and named him Zoloft. I did not get this joke for another ten years.
🐇🐇🐇at the time there was an amazing rabbit vet nearby, who was also the vet for the buns at the Rabbit Rescue. "They have this cute bunny named Timmy," the vet told my mom. "You should really meet Timmy." My mother, of course, went to visit Timmy, and held him for a while. She was relaying this to my dad who said something like "wait, you were HOLDING Timmy???" as he realized that no matter what she claimed, Timmy was definitely coming to live with us. Timmy came to live with us. He is best remembered for walking (not hopping) on linoleum and eating animal crackers.
🐇🐇Zoloft died somewhere in here, idr exactly when
🐇🐇🐇There was a also a little grey bunny at the Rabbit Rescue that ended up coming home around that time; my mom named her Elizabeth Cady Stanton because she "lived in a male-dominated hutch." Cady was very sweet until she was spayed and after that she was kind of a jerk tbh. But we loved her.
🐇🐇🐇🐇 my mom is something similar to a social worker, and when I was in first grade, the mom on one of her cases was arrested. She went over there to help figure out where all the kids could stay, and discovered they had a bunny in a little cage, with no food. (The family had themselves rescued this bunny from the upstairs neighbor, who kept him in a hamster ball.) So when my mom got all the kids sorted she also got the bunny sorted. By taking it with her.
Ben was referred to as "the dependent bunny" by the office for the rest of forever. The office was Not Thrilled. But the kids weren't able/that interested in taking care of him: I don't know what happened, exactly, but my mom stayed on the case and Ben lived with us until he died ten years later.
That bunny was a genius and a chaos gremlin. He knew exactly where he wasn't supposed to be and dedicated his time to getting into them. One of his greatest hits was pushing an empty cardboard box up against the baby gate, using it as a step, clearing the baby gate and eating my homework.
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^This is Ben towards the end of his life when he started to need baths.
🐇🐇🐇Roger and Timmy died (Roger was 12!! Timmy was only 5. Sob.) so it was just Ben and Cady at home when my mom met yet another bunny at the Rabbit Rescue when she went in to collect her usual 40 pound bag of litter. She had one stand-up ear and one floppy ear and head butted my mom when she stopped petting her and you all know where this is going but could you say no to this face??
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Neither could my mom. This was Daisy Mae. We didn't meet a bunny Ben couldn't get along with until her. My dad had to build a new bunny condo with a divider down the middle. After Cady died we spent years trying to get Ben and Daisy to live together; it worked for a little while, but they had a tumultuous and bloody divorce that in separate incidents sent each of them to the vet and my mother to the ER.
🐇🐇🐇 A year or so after The Divorce, my friend called me up to say that her sister had adopted a bunny for 4H, but also wanted to show him at ARBA, and he didn't qualify for both so she was going to adopt this one out and get a different bunny....... and did we want to come meet this one? "We are not bringing him home," my mother said. "We are definitely not bringing him home." "That's okay," said my friend's mom. "We can just take him to the humane society." ...anyway, my mom named the bunny Lionel Messi because he was a) a lionhead b) fast as fuck and c) a slob.
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(^ Lio circa 2015)
🐇🐇🐇🐇PJ Funny Bunny and Smokey the Hare came from the animal shelter my mom started buying litter from after she had a falling out with the woman who owned the Rabbit Rescue. In a truly smooth move by the owner, when we came by to say hi to the two bunnies that had come in, the owner said "oh I thought you were taking them with you" when we tried to leave empty-handed. My mom kind of bluescreened for a minute and...the rabbits ended up in the car. PJ Funny Bunny was so named because he didn't like carrots, and Smokey was grey and we thought we were funny. Neither of them lived more than a couple years after that but we aren't going into the sad parts of this story thankyouverymuch. PJ had a pedigree, which we always thought was hilarious. We pretended he was a snob about it.
🐇🐇🐇 Frankie came from that same shelter a couple years later. He'd had a bladder infection, which my mom had noticed and brought to the attention of the owner: You Won't Believe What Happened Next. We named him Frankie because he had blue eyes. This bunny was an absolute delight. This was the spring before my freshman year of college, and I seriously contemplated bringing him with me since my parents were not sold on an additional bunny at the time. I didn't, which was good, because he pretty much keeled over right at the beginning of my freshman year. (We stopped going to that shelter after that, given the track record.)
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(^Frankie)
🐇Daisy died around that same time, so then my parents just had Lio, and they were thinking, maybe Lio will be the last bunny. Frankie's death was pretty devastating, and I wasn't living at home anymore and they wanted to travel, and it's easier to get a pet sitter for a dog than a bunny, and the bunny hutch takes up a big chunk of the kitchen they maybe they wanted to use for other things.
🐇🐇They lived under this illusion for several years, until one of their friends said that their neighbors had found a baby dutch bunny under a car on the street. Due to the timing we think he was an Easter bunny that got dumped a couple months later. "We will only keep it if it's a girl," my parents said, because that would make it more likely that the bunny would get along with Lio. The bunny was not a girl. "We will only keep him if he gets along with Lio," they said. The bunny did not get along with Lio. They kept him anyway. His name is Tricksy Belted, a play on Trixie Beldon, because he's a belted dutch bunny. He is the sweetest bunny in the word and that is a scientific fact.
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🐇🐇A few weeks after Lio died (at age, like, 11) my parents thought that maybe Tricksy should have a friend. So in 2020 just before lockdown they went and got a bunny On Purpose for the first time since they adopted Zoloft in 1998. Her name is Tosh, and she came from a rabbit rescue that got shut down in 2023 for being crazy overcrowded.
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And that's where we are currently.
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myers-meadow · 2 years
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🌼Slashers and their favourite flowers🌼
It's finally spring! The air smells sweet, the temperature is pleasant, the fields are filled with colour and the buzzing of bees ☘. That got me thinking about flowers and what flowers each slasher would like. So - here it is! A list of headcanons about flowers 💕.
Of course all of these are my personal opinion, feel free to disagree and write your own list. I'm sure something similar exists, but still, thought I'd have fun with some hcs ^^
Link to my writing masterlist.
Dividers by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more
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Michael Myers (RZ)
Would prefer flowers with less of a strong or sweet smell.
His favourites are lily of the valley and daisies.
His mom used to pluck a few lily of the valleys for him each spring and put them in a tiny vase on his nightstand – which is a fond memory for him. It made him feel like someone cared about him, and now these flowers remind him of his younger self and of how loving a family can be.
One night, you wake up to drink some water, but instead, the cold flowers hit your nose. Spitting the water back out, you quickly click on the light and are met with the cheerful sprigs of lily of the valley in your water glass.
His gifts of flowers are less frequent than from some of the other slashers, since he tends to gift other things, because he ascribes less meaning to flowers as a symbol of love. And they wither anyway.
When you give him flowers, he has no place to put them, other than in your home (that is already turning more and more into a shared home), but sometimes he steals one of the flowers or some of their petals to take with him on his hunts. Tucked safe (and a little squashed and withering) in his breast pocket – he likes having a reminder of you close.
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Thomas Hewitt
He remembers how happy Luda Mae always was when she received flowers or when there was a bouquet on the table to brighten up the space. They were a luxurious thing that the Hewitts only occasionally indulged in however.
Really enjoys nice smelling flowers, especially sweeter ones, like lilacs, hyacinth and wisteria.
He also loves flowers that surprise him, or understated ones he sees in the grass. Loves seeing dandelions change from flower to puffball. Or how strawberry plants grow tender white flowers before they bear fruit and the how the bees hum above them.
When it comes to gifts, he gives you what he thinks you will like, but tends to go for simpler bouquets. He appreciates how a more modest arrangement gives each flower a chance to shine on their own.
Tucking a small buttercup in his hair or in in his breast pocket are a great way to show him you love him as much as he loves you – and to make him shy.
When the two of you share a home, he enjoys bringing home flowers, either picked from the garden or just wildflowers, or buys a bouquet from the shop in town. It makes the home feel homier, gentler – like a home worthy of you. His home is important to him, so he cares for making it welcoming to you. Perhaps he also does so for his own enjoyment, more than he is willing to admit.
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Bo Sinclair
He would like dahlia’s, camellia’s and other more ‘showy’ flowers.
As for gifts, he would know what is expected of him (what he feels is expected of him) when it comes to dating and brings flowers, most likely roses. He likes to impress his date and tries his best to remember your favourites.
Receiving affection is sometimes difficult for him, the same goes when it comes to receiving flowers. He would pretend not to care, but you find them in a vase on the kitchen table until they are completely withered and Vincent throws them out. That one bouquet of roses you gifted way back is still in a vase on his nightstand, dried up, brittle and brown from standing in the sun.
Since he wants to hold on to people and things, it could be a great option to give him houseplants that can flower (even some succulents can flower), or a joyful leafy plant. A little bundle of dried lavender for on the wall above his bed is also an appreciated token of affection.
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Brahms Heelshire
He likes lush and elegant flowers. His parents had strong opinions on how the house has to look, and the same goes for flower arrangements. His father liked to spend time in the garden to take care of many different plants and flowers, and Brahms has a green thumb as well. Both these things make him picky on what flowers he likes to have in a vase.
His favourites are lilies, tulips and roses.
Loves being given flowers. Makes him feel appreciated and loved and spoiled. The prince of his own castle, with his own beloved to keep. He also likes the commitment it shows when you gift him flowers on special occasions.
Doesn’t get out much, so he handpicks flowers from the garden and estate. He takes it very seriously, as it is one of the ways he courts you if your relationship is romantic. He wants you to know how he feels, through the flowers. If it’s not, he likes giving gifts and flowers as tokens of appreciation and to show his loyalty.
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Lester Sinclair
Would like brightly coloured flowers, especially yellow or red ones. Carnations, gerbera daisies, and iris are all ones he adores.
Even though he knows a lot about survival and edible plants, he doesn’t care to know that many flower names. He does pick up new information pertaining to flowers easily, especially if a close friend or loved one is interested in them.
He loves bouquets with lots of greenery and a large variety of flowers. The visual interest of a bouquet as opposed to just some flowers, make for a great addition to his living room, that already has many animal related knickknacks (wooden carvings, statues, art from Vincent, bone charms).
When he gives you flowers, it’s often with a reason, either as a celebration or as an apology.
But throughout your daily life together, there are many small moments where he tucks a wildflower in your hair or in the buttonhole of your blouse. When you do the same for him, you’d have to pick the flower out from his pocket before doing laundry, since he didn’t want to throw it away.
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Bubba Sawyer
He loves flowers!
Most notably, ones he’s grown himself; like sunflowers, or the ones he sees a lot in the grass and  the ones  the cattle prefer, like buttercup, clover (not red clover, he tears those out – its poisonous for horses), poppies, dandelions, hollyhocks.
When he gifts you flowers, he wants it to be special, and would bring a beautiful, lush bouquet. He has good taste. If it’s romantic, there would be roses in your favourite colour, or tulips. If it’s platonic he’d opt for bright colours and something fragrant. Gifting flowers he grew himself makes him feel proud and like he can provide for you, so if he does, make sure to reciprocate with something that means a lot to you.
A dried flower bouquet would be immensely appreciated by him, he loves that it symbolises the longevity of your relationship.
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Vincent Sinclair
Some of his favourites are orchids, tulips and gardenia. He likes the texture of the petals as well as the perfectness of the blossoms. They don’t wither as some other flowers do.
Always striving to bring joy into your day, he is not shy when it comes to grand gestures in love. He would have flowers delivered to your work or to your house to celebrate special moments.  
Giving him seasonal flowers helps him see the beauty of the world around him a bit more, feel like he is part of the world outside of the workshop. Therefore giving daffodils or tulips in spring, lilies in summer, sunflowers in August/September. Roses whenever you want to make him feel special.
If you give him roses or hydrangea, he presses some of the petals and uses them in artworks later, or sticks them in his diary.
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aconflagrationofmyown · 11 months
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Dear Marina,
As you know, life has been a bit crazy but I could not be separated from your writings for too long . Although my dear Captain and Rosey will have to wait, as I have yet to read the last two chapters, E and Elaine have been a wonderful companions in these weeks.
The Origin of the Hollywood Hullabaloos Biker Gang (I love the name, btw), was such a wonderful little surprise. The format was delightful, I adored the way that it allowed you not only to play with so many new characters but also with the idea of unreliable narrators- nothing more characteristic of E's story and of those around him.
E's and Elaine's life during the Hollywood years interest me so much that I was so happy to get a little glimpse. The idea of Elaine and Ann riding their bikes, having fun and most importantly, healing, it's so important for me. I always thought that, in some way, Ann was E's female counterpart, so it is not surprising that Elaine ends up loving her.
I admire how you were able to develop the Presleys' kids' personalities. I can already tell that Daisy Mae is gonna be my girl. Their childhood seems full of love, adventures, music, and the coolest mum in the world.
The celebrities appearances were wonderful. I loved Ann and how you were able to maintain her known respect and privacy towards her time with E, I could picture her giving this interview so clearly.
Now, Marlon? Sam? You are spoiling us! The fact that Elaine had a little crush and yet she was able to calm E was fantastic. I was not expecting to get Sam in the gang and I loved it (What rumors, Marina?!?!).
I have already told you before but your ability for world creation never seems to amaze me, so much so that sometimes reading them gives me this bittersweet feeling. What could have been if our sweet E had someone as wonderful as Elaine (who I see as a mixture of my favorite E's girls: Dixie, June and Ann)?
I also read "Even Educated Fleas Do It", so once I'm able to put my thoughts into words (besides of Jesus Christ, this woman is a genius), expect another comment!
Thank you so much for gifting us with all of these incredible stories. I never thought that I would get the chance to imagine another life for my favorite person, but now when I'm down I can always come here and immerse myself in a world where E had these fearless and wonderful women by his side throughout his life.
All the love, Cami.
PD: Did I totally imagine that Paul and Joanne are also part of this gang? Yes, yes I did.
Cami my darling, it makes me so happy I’ve got two worlds (so different yet so alike aren’t they?) that you’re enjoying and finding transporting. This one, Elaine and Elvis, really does occasionally mess with my head I become so certain it truly happened. The lore and myth I have for this family all the way into the 80’s will take ages to publish and get out but it makes me so happy you’re along for the ride and thank you for the encouragement! (And oh yes, you caught Elaine’s inspirations just right, and I can’t wait to put her in a room with Ann-Margret)
Yes! Fan additions to this bike-club are now Paul and Joanne and also Jerry Lee Lewis, maybe Jim Brow, too. I’m always curious who folks would enjoy seeing interact so, keep the suggestions coming.
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rainbowdaisy13 · 1 year
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So long Daisy Mae
“Daisy Mae
Oh Daisy Mae my darling oh Daisy Mae
When I’m with you my darling all my cares away
And don’t you know sweet heart that I love you so
Cause you’re my darling precious Daisy Mae
So nice and neat your kisses so very sweet
In my opinion darling you just can’t be beat
And now that I’ve found you no one else will ever do
I’ve tried to make you happy Daisy Mae
You’re everthing you’re every song that I sing
Your lovely little hand looks lovely with that ring
It won’t be long till we hear that wedding song
And you’ll be mine all mine Miss Daisy Mae
How can I wait till we have this final date
And we’ll be married darling that will seal our fate
But laying jokes aside you’ll make a wonderful bride
And I’ll be proud of you my Daisy Mae”
👀🌼👀
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stitcheswashere13 · 2 years
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Omg tysm! I love your writing so much!!!! Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!! I can’t get enough of itttttt T^T
I’m such a ditz for forgetting to specify sry bout that, could you add Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Lester Sinclair, and maybe Bubba Sawyer, I need some lovin from the boyyyyys
Adulting is so hard! like- someone help- I’m a poor little German autistic boy(not a minor btw)-
Your writing makes my day so much better and bearable thank you so much UWU
-the wildly forgetful rat in the garage 🐀
lol! thank ya! hopefully, some Cute fluff Slasher headcanons will help ya out<3! Your not a ditz, lol, it happens!<3 your signing off the request tag is so cute and funny lol
Warnings!- teeth rotting fluff!
Slasher Fluff Headcanons!
Thomas Hewitt!
Tommy seeing your smile/hearing your laugh makes his day x10's better<3
When it's your/his b-day or Valentine's day he will tell Hoyt to only call him down early if an intruder comes on the land so he can sleep in and cuddle with you a bit longer<3
He can make a mean chocolate cake- and if it's your favorite type of cake expect to have a piece every bad day you have
Thomas would die for you, there is no doubt about it all he wants in life is for you to be safe (and Mama mae, Sometimes Hoyt)
He is so gentle, he's afraid he's going to hurt you Even if you are somehow are stronger than him or taller than 6'5+ (Online they say he is at least 6'5 but a few said 6'6 so idk) He will still be gentle
Michael Myers!
Though it doesn't look like it, Micheal Loves to do little pranks here and there on his S/O (He makes sure they are not harsh, mainly him jumping out from around the corner)
Micheal will sometimes spare you some candy from his candy stashes for ya
He loves to carve pumpkins and Loves roasted cinnamon sugar pumpkin seeds<3 (He is the best at making them too, he likes to add a bit of pumpkin spice seasoning on them too)
He is a holding hands/ quick hugs kind of guy, he will sometimes cuddle for a few hours and will sometimes give kisses
Secretly loves watching scooby doo with you<3
Jason Voorhees!
He loves to teach you how to make flower crowns (his favorite flower is a daisy & Pam, Loves roses)
Loves Honey, No one knows why, but he just loves honey
He will give you all the cuddles in the world<3
His favorite thing to do with you is taking a candlelit bubble bath<3
This mama's boy can't help but talk about you all the time, he loves you so much<3
Lester Sinclair!
He loves to go on truck rides with you and Jonesy<3
Picnic dates every time he can do one<3
He loves to smile a lot<3 And you are one of the main reasons he does smile (you, Jonsey, And his brothers are the most)
Lots of cheek and forehead kisses
THE KING OF MAKING LEMONADE AND PRAISING RIGHT HERE! <3
Bubba Sawyer!
He makes the best sweet tea and loves making you some sweet tea every time you're helping outside in the Texas heat.
Every time you compliment his makeup or help him do it makes his heart melt<3
Loves to dance with you, he could dance with you for hours
Showers your face with kisses when you are sad/stressed or scared
Bubba loves apple pie, so beware if you make it for him, he will tackle you with a big hug and will smother you with kisses<3
END NOTE- Thank you for the Request! Requests are open, I just won't get to them for a while sadly! Sorry! That's all have a very Lovely Day!
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littlemessyjessi · 2 years
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Hey, loves. I need your input for content for the next few days.
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Hello, my angels.
So! We just got an update on KoC, the yandere Kim Taehyung story. My plan is that over the weekend sometime I will post Chapter 10- which will actually be a continuation of Chapter Nine. I won't spoil if you haven't read it but we'll get to dive deeper and get a little juicier on the drama. Anyway, the plan is to post it somewhere between April 8-April 10th, which is this weekend. So anyway, that's the plan for KoC.
However, I would still like to put out some content over the next few days.
So here are some things I've been thinking about.
I've been going through my drafts and here are some things that are partially done but they just need the final touches.
Now, truthfully the finale of Untamed the Park Jimin BTS 8th member story with Mae Jae is in there but Dumblr traumatized me so I'm still working to get the emotional stability to finish that, lol.
However, I do have some others.
So in the Jungkook category I have:
"Completely Bananas" Part 3 of the JK x single mom, Daisy ft her son, Jax. This chapter includes Jax's bday party at the Rainforest Cafe. There will be two more parts after this as the outline for this story is a five chapter program. So we are smack dab in the middle here.
"Big Bunny, Tiny Tiger" Part Two. Ft. physical therapist bunny hybrid Jungkook and tiger hybrid Zoey. It's a hybrid and roommate AU. It finished up Jungkook and Zoey's story in BBTT but it also introduces Taehyung's story that is coming up. These in this series are just two parts but they are quite long parts truthfully. The previous one gives the set up for the next. So while BBTT will be finished, it'll introduce Taehyung's situation. Though Zoey and Jungkook will still have background roles in Taehyung's story while also giving the set up for Jimin's story because he's next in line after that. Does that make sense?
"Sweet Bun" : These are headcanons of what it is like to have the bunny hybrid, Jungkook in your life as your lovable and mischevious hybrid.
In the Taehyung category:
Obviously, there is "KoC" but there will be a post on that over the weekend.
And then of course, he is next in line for the hybrid AU series following BBTT.
But also, there is a partially written sub Taehyung headcanons/gif/reactions thing. You know the style I do sometimes where it's kinda like an imagine, kinda headcanon-y but I do it with gifs that go with the written content. There's one of those for him.
And also, a kinda how he'd be in little space situation that is basically already done because it's a million years long but ya know. I've done these for the hyung line already and I'm working my way through the maknae line. Idk, why I started with Taehyung as he is the middle child of the maknae line but I did, lol.
Moving on to the Jimin category:
Obviously, I have freaking PTSD of Untamed and it's finale but it's getting there. I'll make a post when I am ready to go live with it and give you guys warning because I know Dumblr is an ASSHOLE about notifications sometimes.
There is also a sub Jimin gif posty thing. A couple actually that are almost done.
There's sub Jimin when he's having a good boy day.
Then there is also another brat Jimin post because idk, they're fun.
Also, another segment of D Dom Jimin and the reader who sassed him but then in the next post sweetly apologized. He's soft for this reader honestly but ya know. Gotta lay down the law sometimes.
Anyway, in the Namjoon category there isn't actually a lot in the drafts. Well actually that's a lie. There is a lot in the drafts but they are legit stories and I don't want to post them until I get some other stories completely finished. But yeah, there's a ton of Joon because I adore him. It's just that they are a full on situation and can't be posted until some things are completely finished. I have to make space for them so to speak.
However, there is a bratty Joon gif-y post in the works.
And also a Daddy Joon ft. soft dom Joon.
Moving on to Hobi:
The next part of the hybrid/werewolf AU, soulmates AU story, "Sides" ft, Hybrid Hobi
There is another sub Hobi gif post.
A dom hobi gif post.
Same as Joon, there are actually a lot of Hobi stuff in the drafts. It's just that it's legit whole ass stories.
Now for Yoongi:
"Blossom in Darkness" the next installment ft. Hybrid AU and also a power outage that turned into being a blessing in disguise.
A gif imagine with sub Yoongi being the best boy. Like honestly, such a sweet dumpling.
And last but not least, Jin.
So there are only a couple, three installments of Jin and Joo's story, Dreamy: BTS 8th member series.
A how Jin is as a dom post. Headcanon gif style.
Group Content as a whole:
The next installment of Guardians of Stone which is a poly BTS story ft fallen angels/demons AU.
More BTS x Witchy Reader Headcanons
An easter themed request which I'm tweaking into kinda of spring thing instead because it's really about the egg hunt. I just struggle with easter sometimes because I'm pagan. So I do Ostara. I mean, don't get me wrong, I respect all religions and hell my family celebrates Easter and Christmas and all that jazz. I just felt like it could easily just translate to spring. Idk, probably over thinking it.
There's also a Mafia BTS request.
There's also some rather saucy requests but idk, ya'll just gotta forgive me but I have to be in the mood for those. Sometimes it just feels like p0rn and sometimes I'm disgusted with smoot. But then sometimes I hold filth hours and just attack ya'll with it. So I apologize for my randomness but also, just bare with me, lol. Filth hours will be back eventually. To tell you the truth, I think my depression meds just kinda take away my inspiration for anything like that sometimes. So what can you do you?
Anyway, there's also some little space requests for both sub bts and sub reader.
There's some slice of life requests, ya know some pre established relationship stuff.
I've also got more themed reactions in my drafts with like the reader has a certain style or has a certain job or something. So idk what you guys would like to see but that's what's in the drafts/inbox at the moment and I would love to know what you angels would like to see.
Oh and also, I think I had someone ask me in a message. If you want to be added to the tag list that's totally ok. Just send in an ask through the ask box.
And also, Kpop requests are always open. Just hit up the ask box. I mean, sometimes I don't really vibe with them or I've already written something similiar. You know I usually reccommend checking the Masterlist 2.0 to see if I've written something for it because that's where all the Kpop is.
At the moment, the Kpop groups I'm writing for are BTS, GOT7, Stray Kids and Blackpink. I listen and love many more. I just know myself well enough to know that I get sucked down the rabbit hole pretty easily. So I give myself little sections to work in for a while. So those are my four categories at the moment.
Anyway, please hit up the ask box or comment and let me know what you would like to see, my loves.
Thanks, sweeties.
Love, K
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Alright, I had 1 (one) listen of the album without the bonus tracks, as I need to work.
Here are first impression, immediate thoughts on each track.
Keep in mind, every album needs to brew for 2 weeks before I fully get it and know my favorites.
Lavander haze: indeed about bearding; she doesn't want to marry him for real (1950 shit), she just wants to stay in the haze. "Off my desk" - very business term, she's the boss
Maroon: sounds like something from 1989, but lyrics are an ode to "Red". Now that the old ex love has matured like blood, it's not bright red, but maroon. Taylor also made Red(TV) maroon, not bright red like it used to be.
Anti-hero: lots of self-loathing. Interesting lyric about staring at the sun and interesting mention of "teatime".
Snow on the beach: sounds like a good trip. References of light, like her lover is pure light. Interesting that it feels "impossible" for her to be wanted by the person she wants.
You're on your own kid: this one will take several listens. Noting the use of "you" and "he". The story of Daisy Mae and the misspelling of her name to "May".
Midnight rain: young love where she "realized some bigger dreams of hers" so had to leave the person and her hometown?
Question...?: about a relationship where someone didn't fight for you when you were stressed/uncertain. I think the "dare kiss" at a party is a reference for love in the open. At one point it got "too much" for Taylor and her partner didn't want to fight for her, but gave up
Vigilante shit: not about Taylor revealing a husband's affair to his wife, but revealing his crimes. Someone is going down. Such a bop, rep vibes.
Bejeweled: when you're not loved and prioritized the way you prioritize your partner, so despite deep sadness you dress up and go out and light up the room. This is a unique power of women and we've all been there.
Labyrinth: at first seems like a breakup song, but it's about getting through a very difficult situation with your partner. Her partner clearly loves her deeply and would do anything for her and so she is falling in love again with the same person. You can experience that kind of reset in a relationship after a tough time. "I thought the plane was going down, how'd you turn it back around?'
Karma: clearly about SB (Spider Boy, Scooter Braun). "My pennies made your crown" - a dig that her masters made him rich. I love the bad bitch bridge "Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here". I mean the whole song is bad b energy to the max.
Sweet nothing: huge expectations and users in her career, meanwhile her partner has no expectations or wants from her. Their home is peaceful, which is contrasted by the chaos in her career "outside they're push and shoving".
Mastermind: we know Taylor is a try-hard (and I don't mean it in an offensive way, she just cares). Once she saw who she wanted, she plotted to get them. It's determination, not deceit. We all do it to an extent. The good news is, her partner knows. Noting "the touch of hand lit the fuse" because "the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room" sounds like the same event when they met and sparks flew.
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pie-bean · 2 years
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First I want to say how much I love your blog and finally after so many years of waiting I'm going to buy my nintendho switch, I was wondering if you have any tips for those who are starting to play aimal croosing? :)
Hi! Thank you so much that's so sweet of you!
Exciting that you're going to buy the game! I haven't restarted my island ever so the early game is a bit hazy in my memory but here's a few tips from me.
The most important one I think is finding your way to play.
Social media can be very stressful and there are a lot of people out there that find their way to play to be somehow superior. Like, I have a very slow way of playing where I like to grind for items, villagers and achievements and never time travel. That's my preference and it's simply based on what I enjoy. If you feel like time traveling and getting all items and resources you need from treasure island events organized by other people that's just as valid. If you only enjoy fishing in the game and that's all you do – have fun! The only hard rule for me is being nice to other people in the community and respecting the rules that people set up when you're on their island.
Some other minor things
When you unlock customization kits you can use them to reset the durability of tools so you don't have to build a new one. Sadly not all tools are customizable
Wasps are easily caught with this method: hold a net, shake a tree from the front (facing up), wait for your character to automatically turn towards the wasps in terror, press A as quickly as you can. Done, sell for a nice little profit. This works every time unless there are items on the ground that make the hive bounce away to a more difficult spot.
It's tempting to sell gold nuggets for a quick buck but they're useful for a lot of fun crafting projects (I did this mistake and still regret it)
Crops are a great way of getting a decent amount of bells. Remember to water every day to get three crops per square
To get 8 materials from a rock you need to have some kind of obstacle behind you to prevent you from recoiling away enough to not be able to hit the rock anymore. The best way is digging a little corner with two holes two squares away from the rock. Then you'll have a nice stable point to work from between the rock and the holes
On Sundays before noon you'll find an adorable little piglet on your island named Daisy Mae. You can buy turnips from her which potentially can be sold for a much higher prize than you bought them for, but it's a gamble. There are a lot guides online but let me know if you need recommendations!
If anyone else sees this post and wants to add some tips feel free to do so! I've only played the early game once so there's probably a bunch of things I've missed or not realized.
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forever-rogue · 1 year
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We need a pt 2 of the surprise visit, where Reader and Steve finally tell Daisy, Reader is gonna move in to their house! I can't get enough of Daisy Mae, she's too cute and precious😭
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AN | You are so right that we needed this! It’s soft and I’ve thrown in not one but two surprises!🥺
Warnings | Language
Pairing | Dad!Steve x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 3k
Masterlist | Steve, Main
Part 1 (these can be read as standalones!)
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“Are you sure about this?” you looked at Steve with a worried expression that caused him to smile fondly at you. He reached across the table and rested his hand on your cheek, brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek. You relaxed into his touch, but the pretty little pout still didn’t leave your lips.
“Which part, angel?” he asked as you huffed and looked around the restaurant almost as if you were worried that Daisy would pop out of nowhere.
“Both,” you whispered, “are you really sure you want me to move in and are you sure we should tell Daisy?”
“Oh my sweet girl,” the fact that he wasn’t immediately saying no and getting annoyed helped you to relax. He offered that soft, sweet smile you loved so much, “of course I’m sure. On both parts. Why wouldn’t I - we - want you to move in with us? And I’m pretty sure we’re going to have to tell the kiddo…she’ll catch on pretty quickly once you’re around all the time.”
“What if you get sick of me?” that was your worst nightmare, that someday Steve would come to his senses and decide that you weren’t the one for him. Not only would you lose him, you’d also lose Daisy. You didn’t want to lose either of them - ever, “or-”
“That will never happen,” he insisted, “if it was possible, I’d have you with me all the time.”
“But Daisy-”
“Daisy loves you. Almost as much as me,” he winked and you felt your face flush with warmth, “she’s going to lose her mind when we tell her you and Beans are moving in. Trust me.”
“Okay,” you felt him rest his hand on top of yours and give it a gentle squeeze, “okay.”
“If you’re not ready yet, or want to give it more time, we can wait,” he reminded you. One of the many things you loved about him was that he never pushed you into doing anything you didn’t want to or weren’t ready for, “there’s no rush at all.”
“I want to,” you met his gaze and nodded, causing him to practically beam, “there’s nothing I want more, Steve. I just don’t want you to regret anything.”
“How could I possibly regret anything?”
“I dunno…what if you change or mind or Daisy-”
“Shhh,” he shushed you softly, “I’m not going to change my mind. And neither will Daisy. Look, I don’t want to scare you off or anything, but I’ve known you were the one since the day we met.”
“Really?!”
“Of course,” and he seemed so confident that it made your heart melt, “you’re it for me baby. Forever.”
“Forever?” alright, you were basically trying not to cry at this point, and he nodded sweetly, “I like the sound of that.”
“Me too,” Steve Harrington really was the man of your dreams. He was worth waiting for, “but if you’re not ready yet we don’t have to do anything.”
“I’m ready,” you grinned, “I want this too. You and Daisy and forever.”
“Well that settles that,” he leaned back in his seat and looked over at you with a reverent gaze, “now we just have to tell the little miss.”
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Your nerves were so on edge that caused your heart to beat rapidly. It was beating so hard in fact that you were surprised that it didn’t burst through your ribcage. You’d gone over to the Harrington house to spend the evening with them…and then the two of you were planning on telling Daisy that you were going to be moving in soon. You must have been extremely bad at hiding how you were feeling because the girl kept asking you if you were okay. You reassured her that you were but she still cast a suspicious gaze at you. She really was Steve’s daughter. 
As the two of you cleaned up the kitchen after dinner and dessert, Steve caught your eye and raised his eyebrow in a silent question. Are you ready? You knew that it was now or never, and that it would all be fine. But it still made you nervous simply because of the fact that you weren’t exactly sure what her response would be. You inhaled and exhaled slowly before nodding with a smile. 
“Hey kiddo?” he peeked into the living room and found her sitting on the floor, reading to her stuffed dog. She looked up at the sound of his voice and smiled happily. Ugh. The relationship between the two of them was too cute; they both adored each other so much, “can you come in here? We want to talk to you.”
“Okie dokie,” she got up and bounced over to the two of you, climbing onto her chair as she looked between you, “wait, is this a trick? Am I in trouble?”
“No, of course,” you promised, “unless there’s something you want to tell us?”
“No,” she shook her head fervently, little curls bouncing roguishly as you and exchanged a look with Steve. The two of you shared a laugh, “are you in trouble, Daddy?”
“No one’s in trouble, Daisy,” she let out a dramatic little exhale, “but there is something we have to tell you.”
“Oh,” she rested her chin in her hand as her brows knitted together as though she was thinking deeply about something. She was silent for a few moments before turning her attention to you, “are you gonna move in with us?”
Your mouth opened in surprise at her question and you couldn’t help but laugh softly as Steve sighed dramatically, “well, way to go ahead and ruin that surprise, kid. How did you even know?”
“I heard you on the phone,” she stated in her best little duh tone, “you were talking about moving stuff in and then said I love you angel before hanging up the phone. It’s easy to figure out, Daddy.”
“You are something else,” he crouched down to her level and tenderly brushed her wild hair out of his her face. She gave him a shy little smile before kissing her forehead, “but yes that’s what we wanted to talk to you about.”
“Daisy,” she slid off her chair and padded over to you, wrapping her small arms around your legs. You relaxed and gently stroked her hair before bending over and picking her up. You settled her on your hip and she wrapped her arms around her neck, “we want to make sure you are okay with that. With me moving in.”
“Does that mean you would be here with us all the time?” her big brown eyes lit up with excitement, “you and Mr. Beans?”
“Yes,” you couldn’t help but press kisses to her chubby little cheeks, “that means we would be here all the time. But only if you say yes, little miss. You don’t have to say yes, we just want to be honest with you and have you be honest with us.”
“Yes!”
“You don’t have to answer right away,” you insisted softly, “you can think about it for a little bit.”
“I don’t need to think about it,” she grinned, displaying her gap-toothed little grin, “yes. Please move in with us! Please, please, please! Then I can have my Daddy and Mommy at the same time!”
You looked over at Steve, who had a very soft look in his own eyes, a lovesick, dopey little smile on his face as you tried not to cry. This was the first time she’d referred to you as her mom and it made you want to cry; you loved so much, she might as well have been your down. As far as you were concerned, she was. Your heart felt like it was about to burst from all the love you felt radiating off the girl in your arms, “well then, Miss Daisy. I guess that settles that.”
“You’ll move in?”
“I’ll move in,” she squealed in excitement, hugging you even more tightly. You closed your eyes and hugged her right back, all the nerves you had dissolving away, “well, me and Mr. Beans!”
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Turns out that moving in was easier than you had expected. The lease on your place had run out with perfect timing and it was easy to get rid of the things you didn’t want to keep. You worried - just for a moment or two - about getting rid of most of your furniture. You wondered if you should have kept some of it just in case; but you quickly realized that there was no reason. There was nothing to worry about. Steve was it for you, and nothing would ever change that.
You liked how things came together, how easy you fit into their home and brought your own touch to it. Beans had no problem adjusting, making himself at home…and basically moving into Daisy’s room, which neither of them minded. It was like everything fell perfectly into place. 
Just over a year ago, after meeting Steve at the coffee shop, you couldn’t have dreamed that you’d have a whole future with him. And now he was your present, and your future. And, if you were being fully honest, waking up next to him every day felt like a dream. Spending lazy Sunday mornings in bed with him and Daisy, when she inevitably (but welcomely) were quickly becoming your favorite thing in the world.
You were sure that things couldn’t get any better, but little did you know that Steve had another trick up his sleeve. A trick that would ultimately become more of a treat than anything. And he couldn’t wait to share it with you; despite how much he wanted to tell Dais, he wasn’t about to let anything ruin this surprise. This one was for him.
“Good morning handsome,” you grinned widely when Steve came down and into the kitchen. You were halfway through making some breakfast, Daisy occupied with playing dress up with her favorite stuffed animal and Beans. He leaned in and kissed you softly, letting his lips linger against yours, “you’re dressed already? Did you have something planned?”
“I do,” he promised, “for both of us, after breakfast. No time to waste!”
“You’re up to something, Harrington,” you shook your head in amusement as he went over to pour himself a cup of coffee, “better be good!”
“Oh it will be,” he promised with a wink, “it definitely will be. Why don’t you go back and get ready and I can finish up here.”
“Pushy,” you teased as he wrapped an arm around your waist as he stood behind you, pressing a few kisses to your shoulder. You had to bite your lip in order to keep your little moan as he trailed the kisses up your neck, “Steve."
“Angel,” you could hear the teasing lilt in his voice before he gave your bum a smack, “go on and hurry up, I’ve got it handled!”
“You’re lucky I love you,” you snorted in amusement as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, "incessant man!"
“I am,” he agreed, “I love you too.”
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A few hours later found the two of you walking around and enjoying the farmer’s market. Steve had asked Robin if she could watch Daisy for the afternoon. You’d thought it was odd that he didn’t seem to want to bring her, but decided not to question it. Maybe he just wanted some alone time, which, as much as you loved Daisy, was nice once in a while. He held your hand the entire time, his fingers laced through yours as he indulged your every little whimsy and stopped at every little booth and stall that you wanted to. Truth be told, he was so nervous that he felt like he could throw up at any moment. But you weren’t aware of that yet. 
“Stevie?” you asked him sweetly, giving him your best doe eyes as he hummed at you, “can we stop and get ice cream? That shop we like is nearby!”
“Oh,” he feigned innocence as this wasn’t all part of his grand plan. He’d picked this day to go to the market on purpose, knowing that you always asked to stop at the small ice cream shop whenever you were near it, “I totally forgot about that! Of course, let’s walk on over there.”
“You’re the best!” you gave his hand a squeeze as you started to pull him in the direction of the shop. He chuckled fondly, but gladly followed along. This was all coming together, slowly and wonderfully.
"I remember the first time we came here," he mused softly as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and tucked you into his side. You wrapped your arm around his waist, grinning at him happily, “do you?”
"Of course I do," you teased, "we came here after our first official date! You got the lavender honeycomb, and I got the Madagascar vanilla bean with the toffee bits."
"Mhmm," he hummed in content, "it seems like it was so long ago, and just yesterday at the same time."
"It does," you agreed, studying his handsome profile, "never thought it would have led to this."
"What?!" He playfully scoffed as you giggled at him, "you mean you didn’t immediately picture spending the rest of your life with me on that first date? I’m shocked, honey, shocked.”
“Stevie,” you were fully laughing now, the sound going straight to his heart, “I mean, I did picture another date - and some more if you know what I mean - wasn’t sold on forever yet.”
“When did you know it was forever?” he asked softly as you stopped and turned to him, leaning up to kiss him softly. And his entire expression softened as his cheeks flushed.
"It took me until about the fifth date," you confessed sweetly, "took me a minute to catch up. But I'm there…I've been there."
"Me too," he stopped, finding a bench along the path to the shop, surrounded by pretty flowers. He stuck his hand in his pocket and fiddled around with something for a moment. You gave him a curious look as he exhaled in a huff of nervous laughter, "I've known for a while and umm…this was all easier in my head and now that we're here I'm all frazzled."
"Steve?" you tilted your head to the side and looked at him with wide, innocent eyes, confused as to what he was referring to, "what's wrong, my love?"
"Nothing is wrong," he promised, "its all very right."
"I don't…Steve?"
"For a long time - well since Daisy's been born it was just the two of us. And I got used to it being that way," he gently put his hand on your neck, tenderly brushing your soft skin, "the few times I'd actually gone on a date it went south as soon as they found out about my daughter. People weren't too interested in dating a guy with a young kid. But then I met you - well, Daisy did first."
"Trust me," you were looking at him sweetly, "I remember that afternoon all too well. I got to meet the sweetest girl ever and her very handsome and equally sweet father."
"I think that's the best day of my life," he admitted in a soft whisper, "besides the day Daisy was born. A-and I've known you're the one for a long time. You love Daisy and she loves you and it's something I could have only dreamed of. And I love you too, of course. Everything since you've been in my life has just felt so right, so perfect. And I think there's only one more way it could be even more perfect."
"Oh?" your heart was beating so quickly as you tried to process what was going on. You had a feeling you knew, but you didn't want to let yourself be disappointed either, "l-like getting some ice cream to take home? Can we bring some home for Daisy?"
Steve paused before laughing softly. You were just too sweet for your own good sometimes, "I mean…we can do that too. But I had a little something else in mind."
"Yeah?" Steve nodded as he pulled his hand out of his pocket and produced a small velvet box. You gasped, watching as he got down on one knee and popped open the box, "Steve? W-what are you doing?"
"I love you beyond words," he promised, "and I am so lucky to get to spend the rest of my life with you. And that we've got the family we do and the family we'll have in the future. And I'm hoping you'll do me the honor of letting me call you my wife?"
"Oh Steve," you looked between his big, hopeful eyes and the ring he was holding out to you, "y-you want to marry me?"
"Yes. Yes, I really do," he grinned, nodding enthusiastically, "baby, I've been ready to marry for a long time now. What do you, sweetheart? Will you marry me?"
"Yes," you breathed out softly, "yes, of course I'll marry you. Nothing would make me happier."
"Oh wow," his voice was so boy-like and innocent as he jumped up and wrapped you in his arms, swinging you around softly, "you said yes!"
"As if I would ever say anything else," you joked as he took the ring and slipped it onto your finger. You admired it for a moment before kissing him softly, "I would have said yes whenever you asked."
"Even on the fifth date?" He stole a few more sweet kisses.
"Even then," you confessed, "I love you so much, Steve."
"I love you," he grinned, kissing your forehead, "but there's one more thing this calls for…"
"Which is?"
"Ice cream!" It was hard to do anything but to beam at him. He was your fiance now - he was going to be your husband. What a wonderful, wild world it was, "ice cream for the whole family. I figure we can tell Daisy over dessert. She's going to be so excited."
"I am too," you took his hand and squeezed it gently, "umm…there's something I want to talk to you about too, Steve."
"Oh?" he looked so blissfully happy it made your heart flutter, "what is it sweetheart?"
"Let's go and get ice cream first," you looped your arm through his, "it can wait. I still…I just love you so much, Steve."
"I love you, angel, so very much."
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deanthomaswhore · 2 years
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some sad songs cuz why not.
yesterday - the beatles
she - harry styles
tbsl -harry styles
sign of the times - harry styles
sweet creature - harry styles
falling - harry styles
fine line - harry styles
lights up -harry styles
meet me in the hallway - harry styles
from the dining table - harry styles
the chain - fleetwood mac
strange - celeste
paper houses - niall horan
end of the road - boyz II men
it’s so hard to say good by to yesterday - boyz II men
eleanor rigby - the beatles
dreams - fleetwood mac
roxanne - the police
stargazing - the neighbourhood
middle of somewhere - the neighbourhood
pretty boy - the neighbourhood
black bird - the beatles
earfquake - tyler the creator
self control - frank ocean
moon river - frank ocean
jealous - labrinth
pride. - kendrick lamar
godspeed - frank ocean
waiting room - phoebe bridgers
funeral - phoebe bridgers
friday im in love - phoebe bridgers
francis forever - mitski
nobody - mitski
me and my husband - mitski
motion sickness - phoebe bridgers
drew barrymore - sza
mia and sebastian’s theme - justin hurwitz
mystery of love - sufjan stevens
gold digger’s sound - leon bridges
daisy mae - leon bridges
lover - taylor swift
cardigan - taylor swift
chanel- frank ocean
redbone - childish gambino
dear theodosia - hamilton
selfless - the strokes
yellow - coldplay
burn - hamilton
black coffee - sarah vaughan
my kind of woman - marc demarco
first love / late spring - mitski
dark red - steve lacy
washing machine heart - mitski
hold me down - daniel caesar
girl with the tattoo - miguel
every breath you take - the police
total eclipse of the heart - bonnie tyler
bohemian rhapsody - queen
champagne problems - taylor swift
thinking out loud - ed sheeran
love song - sara bareilles
sure thing - miguel
love - keyshia nicole
this town - niall horan
thinkin bout you - frank ocean
pink + white - frank ocean
night changes - one direction
where is the love? - black eyes peas
la vie en rose - louis armstrong
rain - swv
ain’t no mountain high enough - marvin gaye
stand by me - ben e king
this is america - childish gambino
killing me softly with his song - fugees
don’t touch my hair - solange
colors - black pumas
weak - swv
burn - usher
black out days - phantogram
none but the lonely heart - tchaikovsky
carry me out - mitski
reflections - toshifumi hinata
looking out for you - joy again
chasing pavements - adele
let her go - passenger
somebody that I used to know - gotye
sofia - clairo
bubblegum - clairo
line without a hook - ricky monthogomery
do i wanna know? - arctic monkeys
why’d you only call me when you’re high? - arctic monkeys
lovefool - the cardigans
505 - arctic monkeys
playdate - melanie martinez
river - leon bridges
at last - etta james
sunday kind of love - etta james
daddy issues - the neighbourhood
sweater weather - the neighbourhood
i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red
two ghosts - harry styles
are you bored yet? - wallows
the adults are talking - the strokes
pluto projector - rex orange county
japanese denim - daniel caesar
photograph - ed sheeran
married life - micahel giacchino
city of stars - ryan gosling, emma stone
best part - HER
johnny guitar - peggy lee
river road - zayn
mr loverman - ricky montgomery
all of me - john legend
moral of the story - ashe
how can you mend a broken heart - al green
superficial love - ruth b
mixed signals - ruth b
hey jude - the beatles
let it be - the beatles
maxwell’s silver hammer - the beatles
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1oserjk · 4 years
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—  special affair 
sugar daddy au except it’s just jk spoiling u thru animal crossing
x masterlist
* .✫*゚・゚。.☆.*。・゚✫*. * .✫*゚・゚。.☆.*。・゚✫*.* .✫*゚・゚。.☆.
Your eyebrows are furrowed and your fingers falter over the buttons of your switch. “Jungkook, you can’t just—“ 
“Can’t what?” He asks unfazed through the screen of your laptop. 
“Did you just give me eighty-thousand bells? Over buying turnips?” 
“Is that,” he hesitates, head picking up to read your expression, “not allowed?” 
“No, it’s just—why? I offered you to come to my island because Daisy Mae was selling them lower at mine than yours.. You didn’t have to tip me?” 
He was also your boyfriend at that, so he didn’t exactly have to act like you were mere strangers who were exchanging over discord. 
He shrugs, bare shoulders going up and bed-hair being ruffled between his fingers. “Maybe I just wanted to.” 
“I—um. Okay?” 
His character on the screen frollicks around your field of pink hybrids. “Can I leave now?”
“If you want.” 
“Okay.” He heads toward the direction of your airport, not before sending you a joy reaction. “I love you, bye. Thank you for the turnips.” Then, drops a gold nugget and runs off. 
“Jungkook!” 
-
“Hey,” he greets when he walks through your entrance. “They were selling that deluxe washer in pink you’ve been wanting at my Nook’s Cranny today.” 
You gasp, “Really? Can I go there right now and get it?”
A green leaf drops below his character and you gape. “I already got it for you. Take it.” 
“Thank you, but.. I could have paid for it myself.” 
“Don’t worry about it,” he says with a simple shake to his head. “Oh, and I know you’re close to finishing paying off your debt for your house so—“ A bag of bells presents itself as well, before you can even blink. “—here.” 
He brushes it off so cooly, probably the hottest thing to see — your boyfriend flaunting his bells like it’s nothing, and you’ll give him a proper thanks the next time you get to see him. 
-
Jungkook invites you to a tour of his finally finished island the very next day. 
“Is this why you were too busy yesterday? Because you were terraforming?”
“Basically,” he plainly replies. 
“It looks good though,” you compliment. It looks really good, and it’s nothing unexpected from Jungkook when his creative drive is significantly better than yours. “Way better than mine.” 
“Shush,” he dismisses quickly, “Your island is pretty and so are you,” he assures. “Come here.” 
He doesn’t give you much of a choice when he pushes you through the path leading up to the resident services building of his. “Look at the bulletin board.” 
“I—why?” 
“Come on,” he whines, and your eyes flutter back to the wide screen where he throws himself sideways at the bed, legs kicking every which way. “I want you to see it.” 
“Alright, you big baby. I’m going.” Pressing A, you’re greeted by an image of your very own character with Jungkook’s drawing style integrated with it as one of the messages. It’s simple yet quite well done that only Jungkook can achieve, and you almost go teary-eyed at the sentiment. How he took the time and drew it was absolutely beyond you, and you would definitely ask when your mind conjures up the proper formalities for the question. But for now, you stare all googly eyed.
Real life him is gauging your reaction, careful and hopeful eyes all on you. 
“Jungkook..” You start with an awed voice. “This is so sweet.” 
“You like it?” He asks with a bitten lip. 
“Are you kidding,” you softly laugh, “I love it so much, baby. Thank you.” 
He turns shy, stuffing half of his face in the pillow that supports his stomach and chest as he lays on it in his bed, cheeks flushing and you swear you see his chest deflate and relax, getting a good glimpse of your gawking through the shitty quality of the screen. 
To him, it’s definitely worth the forty-five minutes in curating it the day before your visit. 
He’ll draw you a hundred more and send them out each day to see you bawl all over again like this. 
He announces your visit as a date night later when he leads you to one of the cliffs he solely reserved for a starry night, two telescopes on each side of it with a picnic set in between, laid all out on a wide criss-cross blanket.
You both cheesily make wishes when shooting stars pass by, giggling side by side together, but also not. 
Virtually, with him, this was the best.
* .✫*゚・゚。.☆.*。・゚✫*. * .✫*゚・゚。.☆.*。・゚✫*.* .✫*゚・゚。.☆.   
+ i’ll leave it up to you if you think of them being in quarantine n social distancing, or tell ur kids that they were just long distance lovers if this pandemic rubs off
* .✫*゚・゚。.☆.*。・゚✫*. * .✫*゚・゚。.☆.*。・゚✫*.* .✫*゚・゚。.☆.
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matildashoney · 4 years
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Daisy Mae // Part One
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Maggie isn’t really sure what to do at this point.
Harry is asleep, tucked away under the duvet, naked and comfortable. He would be waking up any minute, and the first thing he would see is his best friend hunched over the toilet throwing up or the ten – yes, she bought ten – pregnancy tests lining the sink. All with two bright pink lines.
Going outside the bathroom to try and find her birth control packet feels too dangerous, too risky. Harry couldn’t find out without Maggie there to tell him. He would be annoyed, certainly. His emotions were much more managed as an adult, as it was expected to be, however, there was a more significant reason for Harry to have his thoughts together. That reason, as always, was Maggie.
Maggie and Harry have been best friends since their earliest memories, even though she was two years older than he was. Anne and Patty – their mothers – were best friends, Gemma and Lucy – their older sisters – were best friends, and inevitably Harry and Maggie. Going to school together, playing together, doing all their work at the café in town that his family-owned, they were inseparable. Always there to protect each other and be best friends, they never let each other be upset or angry. Harry was seven when his parents got divorced, and Maggie was the first person he told. He cried behind the huge tree in his garden, and Maggie sat beside him, holding his hand and telling him that everything would be okay. Maggie was fourteen when her parents got divorced, and it was messy and destructive, to the point that Lucy went to live with their father. Harry sat in the study with her and hugged her tight. They were young, barely old enough to understand the feelings that were inside of them, and yet there they were comforting each other. Being the best friends that they could be.
Harry was there when Maggie had her first heartbreak. Harry was fifteen, Maggie was seventeen. He got in his first and only fight that day. Harry broke the boy’s nose and wrist outside the school and ran away with Maggie before anyone saw. He stood against the side of her house with her, his hands beside her head, his height just beginning to reach her as his hands brushed the tears on her face. His heart broke for his best friend, the one that he was secretly – or not so secretly – in love with, and Harry made a promise to himself that if Maggie ever gave him a chance, he would never, ever break her heart. Harry kissed Maggie for the first time that day. Maggie was Harry’s first real kiss.
And Harry never forgot it.
On Maggie’s eighteenth birthday, Harry asked what it would take for her to agree to date him, to ignore the age difference – which seemed to be her only argument against it – and have one date with him, to give it one chance. Maggie pecked Harry’s cheek, brushing his curls away from his face and smiled, Talk to me when I’m thirty. If I’m still single by then, well fuck all, I’ll marry you. Don’t want to get married but if no one likes me and you still think you could love me like that, I’ll marry you. Harry laughed and grinned and suggested they seal their deal with a kiss, and drunkenly, Maggie agreed.
And Harry never forgot that kiss either.
Harry complained when Maggie fell in love with a rugby player at university. His name was something ridiculous and when Harry travelled up to visit her for a weekend they fought because the boy found Harry threatening to their relationship. Maggie rolled her eyes and said that there was nothing to worry about, that they were just friends. Her calls became less frequent, though, and the visits became seemingly unimportant because that was her boyfriend and she wanted to respect his feelings and wishes – even if they were only because of his own insecurity. That is until Maggie found him having sex with her roommate while she was in a lecture. Harry was there when Maggie called him crying and saying that she was coming home. Harry was always there.
Maybe that’s what Maggie is afraid of, that this time, that Harry won’t be there. He’s only twenty-six. That’s awfully young to be a father. He should be there. Harry would never leave Maggie alone, but there is guilt sitting on her chest, in her lungs where oxygen should be, and making her feel overwhelmed.
If Maggie was being honest, she always imagined having a baby with the man she loves most in the world. And yes, Harry is the man she loves most, right now, but that’s because Harry is her best friend. Harry is the only boy to never break her heart, and there is a love in her heart that will always be there because there is a bond between them that will never be broken. Harry and Maggie, friends forever. That’s isn’t a relationship and children kind of love, though. Is it?
And in addition to that, now Maggie has to worry about telling Harry that they’re about to have a baby.
Harry grumbles in his sleep, irritated with the chirping birds and the sunlight passing through the drawn curtains and the way his arms are missing the body they fell asleep holding eight hours earlier. His Saturday mornings are rarely spent alone, and if he was being honest, Harry prefers it that way. His favourite way to wake up on his only day away from the café is with her in his arms, likely naked, and clinging to him as desperately as he clings to her throughout the night. Her hands always inch to his thighs by the morning time, and when they’ve had a bit rougher week, their weekend usually begins with sloppy sex and exhausted kisses before fresh bagels from downstairs.
On a Friday night, Harry and Maggie’s arrangement begins later in the evening – following an unsuccessful date or one too many drinks at the pub with their friends or one of them really needing a satisfying shag after a stressful work week – and everything will come to an end on a Sunday night, falling asleep to a film that neither really pay any attention to. Mornings begin with languid kisses and whispered plans for the evening. Middle of the day is always a guess, anything to spend time together. Nights end with tangling in the sheets and feeling heavy against each other. And everything works for them. Harry and Maggie enjoy it.
Harry would love to have this arrangement for a more official title, Maggie knew this, but Harry knows well enough that Maggie wouldn’t. He knew that this wouldn’t last forever. One day, Maggie would meet someone that she loved more than she loved him, that proposed and promised her a life far superior to the one that he could promise with the café and the tiny two-bedroom apartment that resided on the floor above. He would take this for all he could, though. There was something about Maggie, something that made Harry feel like his heart was in flames.
Harry remembers the moment he kissed Maggie for the first time – not the kiss when they were teenagers, the first real kiss – two years ago. That kiss changed Harry’s life forever and certainly changed Maggie’s.
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Harry takes Maggie’s wrist, tugging her into his chest and brushing his nose against hers, smiling at the way her tongue flicks across her lips and her eyes meet his gaze and his mouth. His senses are overwhelmed by her, by the sweet smell of her perfume – the one she binged on for her birthday and bought luxury after asking his opinion – and the way her breath is fanning against his skin. His gut is telling him to kiss her, to abandon the nervous laughter and the awkward way of asking and the possibility of rejection. Her body language is giving him every sign that he should, that it would be graciously accepted and wanted.
And Harry is willing to take that chance.
“Make me wait on a kiss any longer and I’ll have to start it.”
Harry smirks, dipping his head to Maggie’s height and meeting her lips, savouring in the velvet feeling and the sweetness of her lip gloss, smiling at the way her arms wrap around his waist and their bodies are nearly melting into each other. His kiss is soft, gentle. He’s been waiting for much of their friendship to do this. All the years of pining and loving her from afar are closing in on this moment, with their favourite artist singing in the background, all of their friends teasing and cooing the affection that has been waiting to happen for years.
Maggie basks in the sensation of Harry’s lips on hers, the tingling fire that is set through her cheek and the way his touch is crawling beneath her skin. Her thoughts are overwhelmed by the idea that she’s been pushing her best friend away romantically, intimately, for so many years, that this enticing, intoxicating kiss and touch may be in every way possible for her. Feelings that she’s never felt before, that she’s never experienced. One that she wants to continue feeling. Her lungs barely hold any oxygen, but she doesn’t care. Her lips almost yearn for his to always be attached, to always be close by – on her cheeks, her jaw, her neck, her hands, her body – simply to feel the electricity in her veins.
Leon Bridges sings melodically in the background, “Girl, you know, I am bound by your love. You’re the one I wan’a be around all the time.”
“Come back to mine,” Harry whispers against her mouth, his thumb and forefinger holding her chin and tracing over her swollen lips. “Come on, Mags, let me be around you.”
“Only once,” Maggie concedes, the thoughts in her mind betraying her with ideas about being around Harry much more than either would have believed would happen with their relationship – in her mind, that is. “Try it once.”
His smirk spreads across his lips in a way that makes butterflies swirl in her stomach and the alcohol to float to her brain with the tipsiest thoughts. “More than enough for me.”
And Harry leans in, kissing Maggie deeper, his hands tangling in her hair, disregarding the entirety of the world and soaking in the uptown girl that happens to be his best friend and the woman he’s in love with, and the one with her lips attached to his.
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Maggie wipes her mouth on the towel set beside the sink, her teeth brushed, and face washed to try and break the wave of nausea that is sitting in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes glance over the tests, and there is a part of her that wants to hide all ten and pretend that this isn’t happening, that she isn’t pregnant, that this life that she has – that for once in her life she really enjoys – wouldn’t change. Her head is pounding, feeling as though her brain would implode with the pressure against her skull. Her thumb passes over the digital screen on one test, 3+ weeks, and there isn’t one specific memory that triggers in her brain as the ‘aha’ moment that would make her realise how she’s gotten pregnant.
One thing is for certain, Maggie is organised and meticulous.
That’s part of the reason Harry is able to run the café so well. His grandparents gave him the café in their will because of how much he loves it, and his charisma and charm really make him the best owner. His unorganised tendencies, however, are absolutely chaotic and would cause bankruptcy by thirty had Maggie not helped when he asked. He was young and inexperienced in the business realm and Maggie was willing to teach him what she knew from the one or two business courses she took at university before settling on an education career.
… so, there really wasn’t any way that she would have missed her birth control. Unless it didn’t work. And Maggie has a heavy feeling it didn’t work.
“Mags.”
Harry’s voice travels into the bathroom, taking Maggie out of her trance and bringing her into reality. Holding her breath, her hands adjust the hem of her shirt, tugging it over her stomach and tying her hair into a ponytail and walking into the living room, Harry’s feet dangling over the edge of the bed the only visible part of him. All of the lights are turned off, the only radiance coming from the sun, and as Maggie walks into the room her heart sinks into the pit of her stomach, staring at the sweet boy that maybe she does love romantically a little bit, the tiniest amount, and the idea that is implanted in her brain that he might not be the same way around her.
“Come back to bed,” Harry grumbles, turning onto his back and reaching his arms out for her. “Wan’a love on you.” His voice is raspy and drawn out with the slurred syllables, and at that moment, Maggie wishes that there was more to their arrangement than the sex, that maybe, one day, they might really love on each other, ‘make love’ as they say even though she hates the phrase.
As always, Maggie sighs and gives in, walking around the metal frame – that she helped him decide on when he moved in a few years ago – and sinking into his arms. Harry lays above her, smiling as he sponges kisses along her neck and jaw, his hands sliding beneath the hem of her shirt she stole from his drawer. His teeth nip at her shoulder, the exposed skin from the worn-out and tattered shirt and kissing over the slight bruise. His hands squeeze her hips, trying to coax a reaction out of her – a moan, a whimper, a sigh, a kiss, anything – to know that she wants the intimacy, too.
“Alright,” Harry whispers, kissing her cheek and leaning back on his heels. “What’s going on? Usually, all I have to do is kiss you and you’re, y’know, opening your legs fo’ me, which isn’t an insult, ‘s quite an ego boost.”
“I’m fine, H,” Maggie hums, forcing a tight-lipped smile and tugging on his arm to bring him back. Maybe if Harry kisses her, she’ll forget all about the tests on the bathroom counter. “Kiss me, again.”
“Told you I’d never force you into anything and I meant it.” Harry stares at Maggie, knowing that there is something behind the worrying line in her forehead and the way her throat bobs every time she swallows. “Did something happen with that bloke last night? Is it your class? Talk to me.”
“Harry, leave it be.”
Can’t leave it be for much longer, you’ll be huge in a few weeks.
Harry and Maggie sit in silence for a few minutes, waiting for the other to speak, waiting to break the silence that loomed awkwardly above them. And when Maggie doesn’t talk, as Harry expected, his frustration returns.
“For an intelligent woman that teaches children how to share their feelings, you’re pretty fuckin’ dense sometimes,” Harry puffs, clambering off the bed and leaving the bedroom, pausing at the doorway to turn around and face her as she brings her knees into her chest and stares at him through hooded eyes. “All I ever ask is that you talk to me. Been this way since we were kids, y’know? Went through all that childhood shit together and you still won’t open up to me. Hate being annoyed with you but sometimes you really piss me off.”
“I’m well aware.”
“And she speaks!” Harry exasperates, tossing his hands in the air and clapping his hands over his heart and nodding to her dramatically, the sarcastic smile that Maggie hates on his lips. He has always been petty, a bit jealous, especially frustrated when she didn’t speak to him about how she is feeling. “Care to share with the class, now?”
“You’re so irritating,” Maggie mutters, swinging her legs over the bed and brushing beside him to step into the kitchen, pouring the freshly brewed coffee – she spends so much time there that she’s bought a pre-programmed coffee pot – into a mug. Her education at least taught her that she could drink one cup of coffee while she’s pregnant, and it would be savoured. “Can you stop staring at me?”
“Only day of the week that you have me all to yourself and you’re being difficult.”
Maggie takes a slow sip from her mug, staring at Harry as he stands between the barstools and leans over the built-in bar set above the kitchen sink. “Isn’t that what you like, Styles? The adrenaline that the chase gives you.”
“Over the last two years, the only thing I’ve had to chase with you is an orgasm, Chicken.”
“Are you ever going to stop calling me that? Not like we’re ten anymore,” Maggie pauses, pursing her lips in a smirk etched with sarcasm, simply to get under his skin. “Well, you were eight.”
Harry returns the smirk, brushing the hair away from his eyes and sliding on the tortoise-shell glasses that sit on the counter. “Maybe I’ll stop calling you that when you don’t hide away between my sheets when a bloke says he likes you.”
“Never seem to complain to me, considering you’re getting your dick wet.”
“Never seem to complain to me, considering it doesn’t take much to get you on mine.”
“You’re an asshole.”
Harry smiles, walking around the island and taking the mug from her hands and setting it on the opposite counter, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a hard kiss to her jaw. “Only an asshole to you because you let me tease you.” His kisses trail from her jaw to her cheek to the corner of her lips, repeating the path on the other side of her face. “Are you going to stop being difficult and let me kiss you, now?” Harry’s hands travel along her bum, squeezing the curves and lifting her onto the bare counter, very much aware that she isn’t wearing any underwear. “Not even wearing m’briefs, today. How much would you like to bet that my hand goes between your thighs, you’re going to be a mess? Know you like the arguing. Makes you feel all hot.” Maggie gulps, nodding silently. “Use your words, lovey.”
Gently taking his glasses and setting them on the counter beside her, Maggie mumbles, “Can fuck me on the counter with your hand over m’mouth, if you’re right.”
Maggie would have to be quiet as he thrusts into her, otherwise, everyone is going to know what they’re doing on their day off, with the breakfast rush circling through the café downstairs and causing a raucous through the thin walls and wood flooring.
Harry smirks, knowing full well that he is. “You know how to seal a deal.”
Maggie cards her fingers through his curls, bringing his mouth to hers and kissing him deeply, their teeth biting at their lips and fighting for dominance that Harry was bound to win. His knuckle dips between her folds, collecting the arousal that leaked onto her thighs, a wide smirk on his lips as she moans into his mouth and he breaks their kiss, his knuckle between his lips as he suckles on her taste. “That good enough for you?”
“Not entirely but there’s always the lunch break.”
“Think I’ll let you go down on me?”
Harry grins, sponging wet kisses along Maggie’s collar bone, his hands bringing her to the edge of the counter, her thighs spread to welcome his body closer, her ankles hooking around his waist and her arms wrapping around his shoulders, fingertips tangling in his hair and nails scratching lightly at his scalp. “Know you’ll let me, but the way you’re squeezing me, right now, is telling me that you don’t want to wait.”
Maggie tugs on Harry’s hair, her lips slanting onto his in a kiss that takes his breath away, his thumbs tucking into the waistband of his briefs and kicking the cotton away from his feet. His hand pumps his cock twice, before gently taking Maggie’s wrist and bringing her hand to his chest, sucking on her lip and silently begging her to touch him. His shaft is heavy in her hand, the way she so effortlessly turns him on and the hardness that was apparent every morning working to make his arousal leak from the bright red tip slapping against his stomach. Her thumb brushes over him, making his breath shudder against her neck.
“Don’t make me wait.”
Harry hums in response, taking her hand and kissing her palm, tugging on her wrist to lead her hand to his hair and teasing his cock at her core, her arousal soaking his tip and making him shiver with anticipation. Maggie is the best sex of Harry’s life – always tight and warm around him, velvet and smooth and squeezing him in the best way, taking him so perfect that he reaches the hilt, as far as she could take, the orgasms long and heavy and leaking out of her – and he wasn’t ashamed to crave the intimacy.
Maggie’s heat clenches around Harry’s cock as he slowly, inch by inch, sinks into her warmth. Her moan is whimpered and desperate, her fingertips digging into his shoulders, squeezing her eyes shut as his hips grind against her in the way she adores, the way that brings her the most pleasure, that makes her squeeze his cock so deeply inside of her that he reaches the very hilt every time that makes her see stars. His hand clasps over her mouth as his cock reaches the velvet spot that makes her scream, his name muffled into his palms with a squeak as his fingertips dig into her bum.
Harry nearly pulls all the way out, squeezing his hand over her mouth a bit harder and thrusting into her, their hips colliding and his balls smacking against her bum, the smacking sound echoing through his quiet kitchen. Her orgasm was coming quickly, the way her core was clenching him so tightly telling him so.
“Have you in any room in m’house, in the office, in m’car all the time, don’t I, lovey? Thought you’d never be with me and now you want me to fuck you on my kitchen counter,” Harry pants, releasing his hand on her mouth and kissing her neck harshly, barely grazing his teeth on her skin to prevent anything noticeable to be seen by her co-workers Monday morning. “Never want this to end. Know you want to be with me.”
Maggie moans Harry’s name, his thumb drawing on her clit and her head knocking back against the cabinet. Her breathing is shaky, and her orgasm is so close she can taste it. “And what does that mean?”
“Don’ know,” Harry grunts, Maggie squeezing him so tightly as she orgasms that his orgasm spills into her without warning. “Kids or summat. No marriage.”
“Already did that,” Maggie breathes, her thighs shaking around Harry’s waist as she leans against the cabinet. Harry’s forehead is resting on her chest, trying to regain his breath.
And then it hits him. Already did that.
Harry lifts his head, his fingertips gently grabbing her chin and making their faces meet. “Wait, what?”
Maggie doesn’t open her eyes, sinking into the way his hand feels on her skin and his thumbs are rubbing her thigh comfortingly. “What?”
“Already did what, Mags?”
And that’s what makes Maggie open her eyes, Harry’s eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. His shaft is still deep inside her, and every tiny movement is making her senses go into overdrive. “Oh shit.”
“Oh shit, what, Maggie?”
“Give me a second,” Maggie whispers nervously, squeezing his shoulders as he gently helps her onto her feet, his cock soft against his thighs as he reaches for his briefs and tugs the material up his legs. Her legs are slightly shaking as she walks into the bathroom, oblivious to Harry following closely behind, taking every pregnancy test and shoving it into her drawer near the sink. His hand touches her shoulder, her hands clutching onto the countertop to break the wave of nausea overtook her. “Fuck.”
Maggie’s body flings over the toilet, gagging as the morning sickness waves over her empty stomach. Harry knows what Maggie was saying, and there is an uneasy feeling in his chest. He certainly wasn’t expecting this to be the way their day started. His body crouches down beside her, tightening the ponytail on her head and rubbing his hand over her back, gently kissing her shoulder comfortingly.
“Take a breath,” Harry whispers, his heart breaking as a tear slips down her cheek, her forehead laying on her forearms as she hides away from his stare. “Don’t hide, it’s okay.”
Maggie doesn’t say anything, flushing the toilet and closing the lid, moving to the sink and frantically brushing her teeth to rid her tongue of the wretched taste. Her hands grab the towel, patting her mouth dry, her hands holding onto the counter as she squeezes her eyes shut and takes a breath. Her hands reach for the drawer she hurriedly shut, opening the space for Harry to see, taking a seat on the toilet cover and hiding her face in her hands.
“Alright,” Harry says, holding the pregnancy test in his hands and staring at the two bright pink lines on the white paper. His hand reaches for another, the digital screen saying, Pregnant 3+ Weeks, in printed black letters. He could see clear as day what Maggie meant, but he needed to hear her say it. “Alright.”
Harry turns around, his heart breaking as Maggie cries silently into her hands. He always hated seeing her cry. From the time they were four and six, Harry was doing everything he could to make sure Maggie would never cry.
“Hey, Mags, look at me,” Harry whispers, sitting on the tile and squeezing her knees, kissing her thigh sweetly and trying to get a better glance at her face. “Baby.”
Maggie’s face lifts immediately; they rarely call each other ‘baby’. There are some moments that it slips, that Maggie is brushing her fingers through Harry’s hair to bring him away from his work or Harry’s thrusting relentlessly into her and wants to praise her for taking him so well. Never outside of the bedroom, like this, though. It was an unspoken rule that Harry never agreed to; it meant that their arrangement was only sex, nothing more, leaving the terms of endearment to the person they settle down with.
Not that either of them has ever settled down with anyone besides each other.
Harry smiles softly, “Come on, Mags, you need a hug. Think your love tank is empty.”
“Don’t think it is, but alright,” Maggie sighs, standing on her feet and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, sinking into his embrace. “Maybe it was a little empty.”
“Mags.”
Maggie doesn’t move, Harry’s embrace too tight and comforting around her. “Hm.”
“Am I allowed to say something?” Maggie nods silently and squeezes Harry shoulder to tell him to continue. “Don’t want you to think ’m pushing you into anything. Know that I wouldn’t do that, right? Anything we do, it’s all up to you,” he says, brushing his hands along her spine, kissing her neck and squeezing her tighter into his chest.
“Already know what you’re thinking,” Maggie whispers, opening her eyes and staring at the test sitting on the counter. “You think we should have it. Don’t you?”
“’s your choice, whatever you want to do. ‘m here for you, one hundred percent, like always.” Harry takes a deep breath, turning his face slightly and brushing his nose against her cheek, staring into her eyes and allowing his lips to tug into a shy smile. “Think that if anyone could do this, it would be us. Mags, we’ve known each other our whole lives; ‘s not like we’re strangers having a baby because of a one-night stand.”
“Our whole relationship is going to change,” she whispers, tears welling in her eyes and her breathing getting shaky as her lip wobbles. “Don’t want to lose you as my best friend. Can’t see you leave. ‘s my fear, you know that.”
“Mags, I’ll never leave you,” Harry says, kissing Maggie’s temple and squeezing his arms around her waist, his lips tugging into a smile as she hugs him tighter, his hands gently rubbing her back. “Haven’t you caught onto that by now? I love you. I’ve got you. Always do. Have since we were four years old.”
“How are we going to do this? My flat is barely functioning, as it is, and I don’t have a spare room. Not to mention work, I’ll be leaving my students midway through the term.” Her breathing is shaky as her fingertips twirl around the curls at the nape of his neck. “Are we supposed to share the baby? Don’t want to do it how our parents did. All of this is so much.”
Harry grabs Maggie’s cheeks, his hands cupping her jaw and his freshly painted nails – the lilac colour one that she chose for him earlier in the week – dragging along her skin. “Maggie, listen to me, alright? This isn’t all on you to figure out.”
“But isn’t it?”
“Mags, I have that spare room that I’ve never made into anything. Grandad used it for his workshop when Mum moved out. Can make that into a nursery. And it’s not like we’re not already sharing a bed and a shower, you know. ‘s like you’re living here a majority of the week anyway. Can do this, you and me. Know so.”
“Are we supposed to, like, be together, now or summat? Is that what we’re supposed to do? Fuck,” Maggie sighs, her forehead dropping to his collarbone and her hot breaths panting onto his bare torso.
“Mags,” Harry soothes, gently brushing his fingers through her hair, kissing her head sweetly, “baby, can you take a breath, please? For me? One really big breath.” Maggie sucks in a breath and lets the shakiest release heave in her chest. “Good, lovey.” His hand squeezes her hip encouragingly. “Don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. ‘m not seeing anyone besides you. ‘m happy to keep it that way. ‘m all yours, whichever way you want me.”
There Harry goes with the pet name again. He’s going to make Maggie melt into the ground if he calls her that one more time.
“Our families are going to moan about how we’re not together and should’ve been married or at least told them that we’re dating. Our sisters are going to show how we were the fucked ones.”
“Our families set us up for failure with their examples of marriage, didn’t they?” Harry kisses Maggie’s temple, “Can tell them we’re dating, alright? Comfort them and give us time to figure things out with us.”
“Mum is not going to believe us.”
“M’mum will.”
“Mum thinks ‘m easy and that’s why no one will date me,” Maggie sighs, her heart sinking into her stomach. “Mum compares everything I do to Lucy and how she’s more successful than I am.”
“Maggie,” Harry says softly, his arms around her shoulders and trying to think how to better comfort her, “you are so incredibly successful. Have a whole classroom to yourself and students that adore you. Have great friends.” His shoulders shrug, making her smile into his neck and hug him tighter. Harry was only a slightly taller, Maggie fitting perfectly into his side. “Think I’m not too bad, either.”
“No,” she says quietly, “you’re okay.” Moving away from his neck, Maggie meets his eyes with a shy smile. “Kept you around this long for a reason.”
“It’s alright to be scared.” His words are encouraging, reassuring. He is so scared. This is all new territory, an entirely new experience. “Christ, I’m scared out of my mind, but it’s clear to me that whatever we decide, if you decide that you want to have it, we’ll be better.”
“Think so?”
“Doesn’t mean much since I have zero experience with children, but I believe it. Think we could be much better.” Harry tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the gesture simple yet affectionate all at once. “All you have to do is tell me, Mags.”
“Me too.” Maggie sucks in a deep breath, the silence washing over the two for a few minutes as she thinks carefully about her decision. Maybe Harry is right. Maybe they could do this better. Maybe they will. That’s what she chooses to believe. “Guess we’re having a baby.”
Harry smiles, nodding silently, kissing her hairline and hugging her into his chest once more. “Guess so.”
~
Harry and Maggie take the day to really understand what is happening.
Quiet conversations during their lunch at the breakfast table situated in the makeshift dining space, Harry taking the opportunity to make dinner and talk about when they’d like to tell their parents, when they’d like to tell their friends – who surely have already caught into the fact that they’re together in the untraditional sense. Maggie made an appointment at a nearby clinic in the morning when Harry would be in the café for the morning shift, simply to take a blood test and know that she is pregnant – although there were ten positive tests, a negative result seems unlikely – and would tell him everything when she returned.
Nights were typically when, if they were being honest, their benefit arrangement was entirely in effect. Harry and Maggie christened every corner in the apartment, and yet it was Harry’s bedroom that they found themselves most comfortable in. Maybe it’s because it was more intimate, which was something that they craved with each other although unspoken. Maybe it’s because that was where Maggie let Harry kiss her deeper, passionately. Maybe it’s because it felt like theirs.
Harry and Maggie are laying beneath the duvet tonight, instead, her bare thighs tossed over his legs as he quietly sips on his beer, mindlessly watching the programme on the television as she immerses herself in poetry, his fingertips drawing circles on her knees carelessly. Their silence isn’t bothersome, rather nice in the way that her thoughts have been everywhere and anywhere for fourteen hours. Her lips tuck into a straight line, reading one poem over and over again, trying to understand why the words made her want to cry. Harry kissed her over two years ago, and since then, there have been other men that have kissed her, that have made the attempt to go further, and yet, there she is, laying in his bed, in his clothes, with his hands on her skin.
“That night, at the Leon Bridges concert,” Maggie says, drawing Harry’s attention and making him lower the volume. “What made you want to kiss me? Like, why then? Hadn’t kissed each other in years, at that point.”
“That’s why,” Harry shrugs, taking a heavy sip from the glass bottle and setting it on the coaster beside his wooden nightstand, his eyes falling to her legs. “Hadn’t kissed you in years. Nothing more than a kiss on the cheek for what, eight years?” His words are a bit slurred, but very much aware of the seriousness of their conversation. “Not very much fun for me.”
“Harry,” she sighs, “you’ve had girlfriends since that kiss at my eighteenth.”
“And?”
Her hands close the book and set it on the nightstand behind her, leaning on her forearms and staring at him. “Make it sound like you’ve not kissed anyone in eight years. Not that you haven’t kissed me.”
“Not exactly who I wanted to be kissing, though.” Harry takes another sip, the bottle nearly empty. “Haven’t you realised that you’re the only stable relationship I’ve ever had?” He chuckles breathlessly, “And you won’t even properly date me.”
“H,” Maggie breathes, her lips turning into a pout, her legs curling beneath her and swinging over the edge of the bed as Harry does the same, grabbing his wrist before he can walk out of the bedroom.
“Don’t go all teacher-y, on me, now. Don’t need to comfort me like one of your students.”
“Harry, that’s not fair.”
Harry turns on his heel, gently prying her hand away from his wrist, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe, his tall stature making him nearly reach the arch. “All this is quite funny, y’know that?”
Maggie folds her arms in front of her chest. “How is it funny?”
“’Cause whether you wanted to or not, now we’re pretty much tied together for life. Eighteen years, at least.” His eyes flicker to her tummy, not yet growing or visible. “Can’t have someone take over fo’ me as your best friend when we share a baby.”
And that’s when Maggie realises what happened, what caused this shift in Harry’s demeanour. One of their friends rang her after they finished lunch, asking how her date went Friday night. They always mention Harry, too. Naturally, Maggie answers with a witty lie about how they’ve talked but haven’t seen each other – even though they had sex the night before and this morning.
“You always do this,” she sighs sadly, standing against the wall outside the bedroom, her head nearly hitting the frame that holds his favourite picture of the two from a family wedding a few years ago.
“Do what?” Harry wonders, tossing the glass bottle in the bin along with the previous three. He reaches for two glasses, pouring himself and her one to bring to bed. He was exhausted and simply wanted to fall asleep and forget.
“Get jealous when you see that someone is talking to me,” Maggie says flatly. “Get jealous when one of our friends mentions a date I went on.” Her heart aches with the words tumbling from her lips without consent. “We’re not together, Harry. Could go out on dates, if I wanted.”
“Don’t ‘ave to tell me, Mags.” Harry forces a smile onto his mouth, and Maggie swears she’s never seen Harry look so upset with her. “’m always the one you call when they don’t work out, ‘member?”
Her eyes well up with tears, unable to really comprehend what she’s being told. He’s right. One hundred percent correct. That’s what makes this hurt more. “Don’t be so harsh to me.”
“Not trying to be harsh,” he sighs, running his hands over his face frustratedly and sucking in a deep breath. “Forget it.”
“No, I want to talk about it,” Maggie says, nodding as Harry hands her the water and nods to walk inside the bedroom.
He sets the water on the coaster, drawing the curtains shut and turning the television off for the evening. “Now?”
“Yes.” Her hands move to her hips, trying to contain her emotions, his stance seeming so harsh and distant. He was never this way with her. His warmth always made everything better, and yet, in this moment, everything about him is screaming that he would be cold to the touch. “Don’t go to sleep angry with me.”
“Not angry with you,” Harry assures, turning the light and climbing beneath the comfort, patting the mattress where Maggie always sleeps and smiling to coax her inside. “Have an early morning tomorrow, I want to go to sleep.”
“Do you want me to go home?”
He shakes his head, turning his torso towards her and holding out his arm, smiling as she takes his hand and turns her light, tucking the duvet over her waist and welcoming him into her arms. “Never want you to leave, Mags,” Harry whispers.
“Alright.” Maggie kisses Harry’s shoulder, smiling as his muscles ease with her touch. Maybe he wasn’t so far away, after all. “I love you,” she whispers, her heart sinking as he waits to reciprocate her kiss to his lips.
“Know you do, just not like I love you.” Harry tucks her hair behind her ear, kissing Maggie’s forehead and muttering. “That’s okay.”
Harry turns onto his side, facing away from Maggie, reaching for her hand to wrap around his waist and cuddle him as tightly as possible. His biggest fear is feeling her slip away, to have her disappear. Heartbreak is devastating and there is something in the way he feels as though he could never recover from losing her that scares him the most. And so, Harry takes the midnight hugs and quiet kisses and soundless sleep, trying to memorise the way it makes him feel, the way she makes him feel.
For Harry, it was never a question of if they would be together, rather when. And this was their when. He has one opportunity to show that this could work, that they could work. Because even if Maggie isn’t in love with Harry, right now, that doesn’t mean it would be impossible to have her fall in love with him. Having been loosely together for nearly two years, there has to be love there. Has to. Harry should at least try. He owes it to himself, to at least give a wholehearted try when he has the opportunity.
And Harry will.
Harry falls asleep, thinking about how much he loves the woman holding him, and Maggie lays awake for hours, with the loveliest man in her arms, thinking about how her very best friend loves her in the way she is petrified to love him.
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