#Thanks for the numbers babe 💜

[girlboypersonthingy]

hiiiii!!!! so i’m thinking of a velvette fic where u meet the vees after having dated her for a bit (a few weeks maybe). you hate them. you think they’re creepy and just assholes, even for being in hell. (you’re a bit more wholesome but yk still a sinner) like you just do NOT like the guys. you’re super worried abt velvette’s reaction to that fact so u try to sugar coat it but she’s just like “thank lucifer! i didn’t want them to be creepy bad influences on u!” and u’re both super relieved. i love her.

Heeyyyy I was wondering when you’d send in a Velvette request ☺️ you got it friend! Enjoyyyy~

TW: Val being a perv 😎 for like one second tho, Velvette gets a bit suggestive,?? Lots of cussing lol

The Only V For Me 💜

“AAHHH!!! Darling, you’re finally here! How was the drive? How was the driver?” Velvette watches as you walk through the doorway of her studio, looking around with big doe eyes at all the bright lights and flashy outfits and really beautiful model demons.

“Velvette!” Before you can say anything more, she’s pulling you into a a deadly tight hug. “It was actually…like way too much, babe. You don’t have to do all that fancy shit for me, ya know? But…yes, it was really nice. Thank you.” Velvette offers you a cheeky smirk followed by a quick kiss to the cheek.

Your darling girlfriend snaps her fingers and yells out a command to one of her assistants. “You! Come here.” She makes a ‘come here’ motion with her finger as she turns her attention back to you, her lips upturned into a smile again, “Are you thirsty? Hungry? Anything you need, you tell her.” She points to her assistant who is now right at your side. “Anything my darling asks for, you get it.” She gives the worker an intimidating glare before winking at you.

“Let me show you around!” Velvette puts an arm around your shoulders and pulls you along, pointing things out, explaining them. She is absolutely beaming with pride right now, glancing at you often to see your reaction. As you pass a mannequin clad in a really nice outfit, a gasp comes from Velvette. “Oh my! You know who would look absolutely stunning in this little number?” And now she’s flashing you this flirty grin and her bright red eyes are looking you up and down. Suddenly her smooth demeanor dropped as she grumbled under her breath a bit then sighed deeply.

“Oh, who am I kidding. With Vox and Val both here today, if I dress you in anything more appealing than what you’ve got on now, they will definitely try to steal you from me. You already look too cute…” This pulls a laugh from you but your laugh stops suddenly, stuck in your throat when you see how serious her expression is at the moment.

“Wait. What? What do you mean-“ And suddenly the doors swing open, slamming into the walls behind them as an extremely tall, blue-skinned individual with big red heart shaped glass quickly approaches Velvette, towering over both of you.

“WHERE THE HELL IS VOX?! I’ve been looking for that flat faced fuck all day.” He growls out and you take note of the fact that Velvette doesn’t flinch a bit. “Why the hell are you asking me? If he was here, you’d have found him already.” She snaps back and as the angry man before you was about to screech out another sentence, his expression softened rather quickly as his eyes fell on you.

“Why hello~ who do you have here? Wow! What a gorgeous creature you are. I’m Valentino. What’s your name, sweetheart?” One of his hands slips into yours and as he goes to lift your hand to his lips, Velvette pushes him so hard he nearly falls over.

“Their name is (Y/N), alright? And they are MINE. Now back off, Val.” She hisses in response, now tightly holding your hand, the hand that Val was holding just a second ago. “WHOO! Alright. My apologies, dear. Didn’t know this one was all yours. But I mean FUCK! They just have such nice lips! I mean, look at that mouth. You have the perfect pair of dick sucking li-“

Velvette shouts over him, “SHUT IT!!! You’re actually so vile. Get out of here, Valentino! You’re freaking out my babe.” She gives him another shove, making him frown angrily at her before he stomps off, probably punching a wall or kicking something over as he leaves. Oh, he definitely slams the door again too.

“Alrighty! Where were we?” Velvette seems to relax a bit more, going back to a more chipper and excited attitude as she again shows off all of her impressive work to you. She even got a few models to come do a little show just for you, all of them casually posing and showing off different outfits. Velvette kept asking your opinion, begging you to be ‘bloody honest’ with her.

“Oh, darling! You just have to come over one night and let me dress you up, just us two! Hmm~ I could dress you up and then maybe even…undress you again.” Just as your girlfriend started to flirt with you and as you started to feel more comfortable in this environment-

“Velvette! Happy Friday. Have you seen Val? I haven’t been able to reach him all day. I’m-“ The strong, electric voice that sounded from behind you two made you jump a bit and brought a frightening grimace to Velvette’s face.

“Oh~ Hello. (Y/N), right? Pleased to meet you! I was wondering when our precious like Velvette was gonna bring her play thing over. I’m Vox, creator of Voxtech. You know, on the late night talk show…and the morning talk show. I’m also the news anchor.” He doesn’t really offer you his hand, he more so just reached out and grasps your hand in his, giving it a rapid shaking.

His grip on your hand hurts a bit and the smug smirk on his face makes you somewhat intimidated by him. Vox just…gives you the creeps even more than Valentino did and he basically verbally assaulted you. Before you can even come up with a response to him-

“Yes, yes, yes. Everyone knoWS WHO YOU ARE, YOU PRICK. NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” And now Velvette looks kind of scary, like so pissed off and annoyed that she looks like she could actually kill someone right now. The someone preferably being Vox. Her bright red eyes glow with rage and irritation, her pretty lips now turned into a deep scowl.

As she yells in his face, his expression drops to one of annoyance and exhaustion. “Where’s Val?” Velvette groans before responding. “You’ve got to be fuckin kidding me! He just left, looking for you. Look on your stupid little cameras and find him and go tell him to STOP SLAMMING MY DOORS OR IM GONNA-“

Not that Velvette scared you but…she looked pretty upset right now and her yelling is enough to put anyone into a slight panic. So you slip you hand around her bicep, gently pulling her tense arm back a bit so you could comfortably slide your hand down to hers, interlocking your fingers. Her words stopped in their tracks, your tender touch almost making her flinch. Her head whipped around and she looked at you for a good few seconds, a smile slowly growing on her lips. She turns back to the screen-faced man, her smile not faltering this time.

“Off you go.” Velvette quite literally shoos him away with a wave of her hand as her other hand snakes its way around your waist and back until her arm is fully wrapped around you and you’re pressed into her side. She turns her back on Vox, determined to keep her full attention on you for the rest of the day. You’re too distracted by her embrace to notice if Vox had even left or not.

You clear your throat. “Babe…?” “Yes, love?” “Don’t get mad.” You look at her with a serious expression, causing her to blink in confusion. “Mad at you? Never. What’s on your mind?” Velvette pulled away from you for just a second then she faced you and held both your hands in her own.

“I feel…extremely uncomfortable here. Specifically, with Valentino and Vox. I-I…I’m sorry I just…I don’t like them…very much…they scare me.” Velvette chuckles before you can finish your sentence and you’re not sure if you should be relieved or even more worried. Suddenly, she pulls you into a tight hug, her hands rubbing big circles all over your back.

“Ugh, I’m so terribly sorry, darling. Truly, I figured those two would be busy on a Saturday, too busy to be bothering us already.” She turns her head to kiss your cheek then pulls you in even closer. “Fuck! I’m actually so relieved you said that. Those two are so terrible…truly, irresponsible! I mean it when I say I’m the backbone of the Vs okay? Those two pussies would fall apart in a matter of hours without me! Ugh they can’t even keep it together for one day!” “Babe…” You try to calm her again, seeing how worked up she gets having to constantly deal with her work partners.

With her attention solely on you, she softly says, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. What do you want to do next, hm? We can go somewhere. Anywhere. Just say the words.” Her long fingers gently graze the skin of your cheek, causing you to become a bit flustered. It’s almost baffling how she can be so cold and cruel to everyone around her except you. You were her only weakness, and she doesn’t mind one bit. She loves you endlessly. She wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in Hell.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin #hazbin velvette #hazbin vees #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette x reader #velvette hazbin hotel #Velvette #velvette x you #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin x you #hazbin x y/n #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n

[love-belle]

maahi ve !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they're so in love and they make it everyone's problem.

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for when you find your forever. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // mick schumacher x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - this is so short but i HAD to post idc i hope u all liked it <3 more parts of desi!reader soon but before that how u get that girl so yeah !! i love u so much <3

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[colourme-feral]

Hi there. So I read your tags on an other post and thought I would give you challenge.

What were your 10 (or really how many you want) favourite locations in 2023 QLs? Can be places or buildings, or both. Your choice. Rose💜

@nothingsbetterthancoffee thank you for enabling on the clown website!! Did you have any favourite locations in this year's QLs?

I referred to MDL and so I've only included shows that started in 2023 and to keep this under Tumblr's maximum of 30 images, so I didn't include all screenshots for shared locations!

Anyway, these are my favourite QL locations from 2023:

1. Chong Nonsi Canal Park (Bed Friend, Chains of Heart and The Promise) (location) Shout out to @winnythanawin (aka @aprilblossomgirl) for our discussions about parks lol

2. The timber mill (Chains of Heart) I love wide angle and maximalist shots, so this location has been stuck in my mind.

3. Thai Muslim Women Foundation School (My Dear Gangster Oppa, Y-Destiny, Return Man, 55:15 Never Too Late, Midnight Motel, Never Let Me Go and My Only 12%) (location) I love that the building has specific motifs that are seen in other Islamic architecture. But also, an excessive number of chandeliers is always fun to me. (There are also far too many shared locations, so I picked only a few screenshots).

4. Chakngeaw Chinese Market (Moonlight Chicken) (location) Maybe it's the lanterns and the colours in the scenes, but I loved this location!

5. Como Metropolian Bangkok (Step by Step and Middleman's Love) (location) I described this as a Pride & Prejudice moment once. LOOK AT THE HUGE WINDOWS. That is all, lol

6. 13 Coins Tower Ngamwongwan (Playboyy and 3 Will Be Free) (location) I cannot explain how the slightly dead and uninhabited vibes of this hotel appeal to me but here we are 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♂️🤷

7. The houses (I Feel You Linger in the Air) (location, location) These details are *everything*. I'm especially a fan of the windows and stained glass!

8. Factopia (Pit Babe) (location) One thing about me is that I am chaotic. Look at this studio that's being used as a home. I love it lol

9. These two temples (Cherry Magic Thailand) (locations) The boat is selling the whole idea for me, though I've been told that there isn't actually a boat operating in these canals anymore, but let me imagine it!

10. Chao Phraya Sky Park (Last Twilight and Low Frequency Pilot Trailer) (location to come) I have actually been waiting to see this bridge/park used and was so excited to see it in Low Frequency's pilot trailer, though it didn't make it to the show. THEN Last Twilight showed up for me. Thank you to the location manager of the show.

11. Tokyo Tower (Shigatsu no Tokyo wa... / Tokyo in April is...) Please ignore how bad Ren looks in the screenshot. I don't care that only the base of my favourite tower can be seen. I'm taking it!!!

12. Whatever this building is (Pit Babe) I mean, I AM CURIOUS about it but haven't found the location. Maybe that's why I'm obsessing a little. Just let me find the location and I will get over it. Probably.

+ BONUS 13. Ikea Sukhumvit (Cherry Magic Thailand) I'm just kidding about this one, but I did google to see where it was @callipigio

Tagging @blmpff, @callipigio, @dribs-and-drabbles, @telomeke because we discuss locations, or at least I make you listen to me talk about them. I'd love to know if you had any favourites/ones that I forgot to add to the list!

If anyone else has their favourite locations, I'd love to know!

Also including these collections of locations, because why not: Troye Sivan's Got Me Started and its shared locations in Thai queer media

If I were in Bangkok, I might want to... in response to @lurkingshan's ask about my favourite locations

#the ask game #irl locations #2023 in qls

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unsolicited 32

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, oral/noncon, coercion, cum, some untagged sexual and dark elements.

Wouldn’t mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

Masterlist

There’s a drumming, loud and painful, right at the top of your forehead. Your body is buried in sand and your stomach is rotten with acid. You move a single finger, the effort enough to make you groan.

Another weight rests across your back, just above the crumpled fabric over your ass. You drag your arm up and turn yourself stiffly. You whimper as the light from the tall windows glares in your eyes. You cover your face as you blink away tears.

Slowly, you roll onto your back. Lloyd’s ass is shamelessly bare to the room, his arm still across your torso. He grumbles and moves his hand over the rise of your chest. You swat him away and sit up, a bit too quickly as you grab your splintering skull.

You turn your legs over the edge as you put your back to him and lean over your lap. God, you feel like hell. You remember only the taste of tequila and the juvenile game.

A sudden clutching knots in your stomach and you hold back a retch. You gulp and hold your middle as you push yourself forward, hitting your knees on the floor as your body wracks painfully. You crawl around the bed as you try not to hurl.

Another sour tide threatens to spill and you keep your fingertips on the floor as you plant your feet under you. You race unsteadily, hitting the doorway before you can clatter through and hug the toilet. You vomit, gagging loudly as you spit up the remnants of the forgotten night.

Shit, what the fuck happened?

Your muscles contract as you spill into the porcelain, reaching weakly to flush as you keep yourself against its comforting coolness. You cross your arm over the seat and rest your head against it. You shake as you fight to catch your breath, another storm brewing hotly.

You close your eyes. Never have I ever…

You furrow your brow. You hear him moving around as you try to remember. More tequila, you recall it flooding down your cheeks, his face between your legs. That’s not entirely a surprise.

Then–

You clutch the tank with one hand as you bring up another splash of puke. You mumble and whimper, folding both arms behind your head as you tremble.

No, you definitely didn’t go that far. It’s been years since you got that bad. You definitely remember anger, but it could easily be his.

“So,” his shadow looms over you, “what exactly went down on Brennan Avenue?”

You groan and refuse to lift your head, “no…”

“I really didn’t expect that side of you,” he snickers.

You brace the seat and push yourself up, flushing as you flip the lid. You move to the sink and shake your head. Regrettably as it makes your temples throb. You turn the faucet on and rinse out your mouth.

“It’s nothing–”

You look over at him and stop dead, hands dripping as the water runs. His neck is bruised, he has a bite mark on his shoulder, and his chest is clawed to shit. Not to mention the purple and blue splotches down his torso and thighs.

“Oh fuck.”

“Yeah, you did quite the number,” he looks down at his body, “but I’ve been through worse.”

You stare at him. Waiting for it. You turn and finish washing up as you try to collect yourself. You nod and face him again.

“Do I apologise or–”

“Baby, I’ll give you a pass on this one,” he smirks, “the way you worked that ass, you deserve it.”

You cross your arm and purse your lips. You have a bad feeling but that could be the hangover. You exhale and it leaves you lightheaded. You back up and sit daintily on the edge of the square tub.

“I think maybe you should chill and I’ll order something to eat. Soak up that half gallon you tossed back.”

“You mean that you forced down my throat.”

“Potato, Po-ta-to,” he shrugs.

You frown and rub your cheeks, “why would you do that?”

“Well, you think I wouldn’t–”

“No, why would you… get food–”

“Babe, I told you, I have a whole weekend planned out and I need you in walking condition,” he says as he comes closer. You wince and shy away as he bends past you and twists on the tap, “a bath will help too.”

You watch him wearily as he squeezes your shoulder and stands. He smirks down at you as he frames his hips, a twitch just below eye level. You could rip that damn thing off him.

“I can be nice,” he intones, “believe it or not.”

💎

The summer dress is unexpectedly modest. Red cherries on white, a dainty frill at the hem. Well, compared to Lloyd's usual taste. Another surprise. Just like his behaviour.

The peace of the morning has you on edge, piqued further by your lingering hangover. A meal that doesn't churn in your stomach and a calm that you know can't last. Not with him.

Lloyd wears a polo, yellow with a tacky green palm fronds pattern, white slacks, and loafers with no socks. Nothing unlike his characteristic aesthetic. Overpriced and douchey. The only thing missing is his signature mustache, still but a sprouting along his upper lip.

Outside the hotel, a car awaits you. You're still uncertain, you don't think you'll ever be anything but with this man. He sits beside you, poking a bruise on his neck as he grins. You try to ignore the sadistic joy in his face.

You watch the bright sky, finally a chance to take in the Caribbean atmosphere. You'd never been anywhere tropical, never close to able to afford it. You scraped by, like always, and enjoyed the little things like a movie or concert. Nothing terribly extravagant.

You stop at a marina, peering out over crystal blue water, glistening beneath the sunlight. Lloyd gets out first and you follow, not sure what else to do. He waits, offering his hand only to be met with a very confounded grimace.

"Come on, honey," he takes your hand, "don't be a brat."

You let him lead you along, looking nervously into the crystalline depths as you come down the pier. You've never been on a boat. You don't say as much, just another thing for him to laugh at.

A plank is set for boarding to a small boat, not quite a yacht, something more personal by your measure. What do you know?

Lloyd puts you ahead of him and follows as you walk carefully up the ramp. You put your arms out as if you might tip and he hovers his hands around your hips. You push him away and stomp the last few steps, dropping ungainly onto the deck.

"So, sweetheart," he hops down after you, "what do you think?"

"Uh, it's a boat," you turn slowly, already a bit off kilter by the slightly swaying floor, "great for hangovers I hear."

"Don't fret, babe, I'll be on top tonight… or in a couple minutes," he winks.

You look away, resisting the urge to sneer at him. No wonder you lost it last night. You've never known anyone so intrinsically unbearable.

He turns and pulls back the board, folding it down and covering it with a hatch door. You cross to the cabin and brace yourself against the wall as he unmoors the boat. A peek at the water sets you on edge. Wait…

"Um, where are we going?"

"Just sailing," he claps his hands and shakes off errant dirt, "you and I and the sea. Romantic, huh?"

Ominous, you think but know better than to give that thought breath.

"Nice boat."

"All mine," he gloats, "just like everything else." He nears and hooks an arm around you, jolting you against him as he gropes your ass, "including you, Mrs. Hansen."

You swallow and your cheek twitches, "mmhm, well if she don't sit down, Mrs. Hansen is gonna hurl."

His brows arch and he taps your ass, "Mrs. Hansen wishes, Mr. Hansen makes it come true."

He keeps his arm around you and turns, guiding you into the cabin, a striped sofa and canvas chairs set across from the steering wheel. He guides you to sit and fluffs a pillow.

"Get some rest, honey, you're gonna need it," he teases, "maybe some hair of the dog will help."

"No, no drinking," you retort as you collapse back against the cushions, "I'm on the wagon."

"No fun," he chides, "but I can think up something for that."

You slump and look out the window as he goes to the wheel. He turns the engine and you play with a fold in the dress. He slowly pulls away from the dock and you watch the horizon. If you die out here, at least you'll have a pretty view.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #unsolicited #series #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #the gray man

[demonicbaby666]

Drabble idea - JJ talking care of reader while she is sick 🤒 just all the fluff and feelings 🥰

Sniffles

One shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1.3k+

A/N: Thanks for the req nonny, hope I provided you with the fluff you wanted. It's written more comically and is a little too long to count as Drabble, but what can I say, I got a little carried away with the banter. Hope you enjoy! 💜

Hell. That was the only way to describe what your body was putting you through. Head pounding, nose stuffed with tissue and a throat that fell victim to a brutal attack of never-ending coughs, trying hopelessly to get whatever felt like it was stuck in there out. 

You’d taken refuge on the sofa that morning, knowing if you went back to bed, there was a high possibility you may never make it out again. Though the idea of withering away and meeting your final demise sounded tempting, someone would probably miss you. 

At what point you fell asleep to the tv playing reruns of god knows how many shows, you had no idea. All you knew was there was a muffled ringing coming not just from inside your ears, but from somewhere in the apartment. The door. 

Heavily considering, far longer than appropriate, army crawling to the door, you settled on unceremoniously flinging your frail body upright, trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to ignore the black spots that painted your vision. As you trudged over to the door you made a silent promise to yourself, if the disturber of your peace fell short of a good enough reason for ringing your doorbell when you were on death's door, you’d subject them to the very same torment you were going through. One cough, maybe a little sneeze would do the trick, it was only fair. 

“I swear, if you’ve lost your cat again Phil, I’ll-” you croaked out, latching onto the door handle - which would require sanitizing now, great - and pulled it open. 

“No missing cats,” JJ chuckled, continuing in a hushed tone, “though I am curious, what exactly were you planning on doing?” 

Nope. Not happening. 

Mirrors, unfortunately, very much existed, which was why you sure as hell knew you were one sight to behold. A neighbour seeing you in a heavily stained dressing gown, hair thrown into a messy bun, and not the cute kind, that'd be fine, normal even. Well, you’d like to think normally you didn’t look like someone who’d contracted some type of bug, but JJ seeing you like this. Very much not the same. So, you did the only thing you could. 

You shut the door in her face. 

“You’ll get sick.” You shouted, your voice sounding far too similar to that of a dying pelican, or any dying creature for that matter.

“Number one. You’re letting me in because I’m your girlfriend and it’s my legal obligation to look after you. Number two. I know how to break down a door. Number three. If you don’t let me in, I will break down your door.” 

“You gave me three points that were not relevant to what I said. You’ll. Get. Sick.” 

“Sorry, let me try again. Number one, you have ten seconds to open the door before I kick it down. How was that babe?” For someone stuck on the other side of a door, waiting to take care of a walking germ factory, it was quite astonishing to hear how peppy JJ was. 

Well; it was decided. It seemed there wasn’t ample room for negotiation, your front door’s life hanging in the balance and all. Knowing she wasn’t going to give up anytime soon, you hesitantly re-opened the door, peeking your head into the small open space. “If you could avoid looking at my face, that would be amazing.” 

“Oh shush, I’ve been face to face with a rotting corpse, more than once.” She stepped forward, foot pressing the door more and more ajar until there was enough space for her to slip in, during which you slugged back to the sofa and threw a blanket over your head.

“I’m not sure that was as comforting or reassuring as you wanted it to be.” It was true, comparing one’s likeness to a dead body wasn’t exactly flattering, in fairness, it may have been accurate; nevertheless, it remained a deflating thought.

JJ took her shoes and coat off, knowing where to put them, then walked over to join you, “Show me that face of yours.” She teased, pulling at the blanket. There she sat, next to you - looking stunning as ever - trying to rip away the one shred of dignity you had left. In your books, it seemed a direct declaration of war. 

“Would you stop that!” You pleaded. Too disoriented from the journey to the door and back, there was little fight left in you, making it too easy for the blonde to yank your fortress out of your weak grip, taking the single morsel of pride you had left with it to the floor. 

“There she is!” She beamed.

“I don’t think I like you anymore.” It was the fact your sulking face reached only her chest, warming it with pure adoration, that JJ remained impartial to the comment. Finding it more amusing than hurtful. 

“Well, that’s a shame, because I still like you and I’m not going anywhere. Guess you’ll just have to suffer in silence. Though, knowing you, you always have something to say.” She poked.

Disregarding the bantering jab, a traitorous smile crept onto your lips. The sight of your dishevelled face led you to believe JJ would run for the hills. She didn’t. In fact, she’d taken it upon herself, in her own way, to reassure you she felt the opposite. The declaration stunning you into silence, involuntarily gawking. 

“Are you going to let me look after you now?” She asked, trying not to laugh at the expression written all over your face. “If I get sick, you’ll just have to repay the favour and look after me.” 

“Then I’ll get sick again.” 

“We’ll be in an endless loop of domestic bliss then, won’t we?”

“Sounds heavenly.” You sardonically quibbed, earning yourself a swift elbow to the ribs. For dramatic effect, you let out a loud groan, which by no means did JJ buy, “There’s got to be a rule against that.” rubbing your ‘injured’ side. 

“I didn’t read the new edition of the ‘How to Look After Your Sick Girlfriend’ handbook, I go by the old rules.” She humoured, thinking it was quite a good comeback. Which it was, but she couldn’t know that. “It did mention something about snuggling up on the sofa though.”

Now that was a comeback that warranted appraisal. Unfortunately, in this case, appraisal came in the form of two flushed cheeks and a timid smile, both of which JJ, kindly, chose not to mention. Out-stretched arms guided you down, welcoming you into an embrace you swore had magical healing abilities. 

There was a slim chance of smelling anything – what with having a blocked nasal cavity - yet the sweet aroma of JJ’s hair made it through, whether it was a phantom smell, you didn’t care. Not when slender fingers worked on unbinding your tousled hair, running gentle strokes through stubborn knots that unfurled under her touch, much like you did. 

“You know you didn’t have to come?” The question came from a place of doubt, had the roles been reversed, you knew with certainty, you’d be doing the exact same. Regrettably, logic did nothing to cease your insecurities. 

“In sickness and in health, right?” she softly said, smiling down with so much devolution in her eyes you found yourself battling tears. 

“If you so much as think about proposing to me when I’m in this state, so help me JJ. I will sneeze so hard on you; you won’t see the light of day for weeks.” 

Putting her hands up in mock surrender, “I’ll save the love declaration for another day as well then.” 

But she didn’t. As she diligently re-convened her girlfriend duties, lulling you into a state of tranquillity Buddha would be envious of, rendering your headache near gone, three joyous words didn’t escape your grasps. 

Your eyes fluttered shut; safe in JJ’s arms, a declaration of your own filled the comfortable silence. “I love you too.” 

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[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader Instagram AU

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yourusername Mama is out tonight 😜🤭 😈 Celebrating Grammy weekend 📸 by my hubby jackharlow

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jackharlow My mama 😮‍💨🥵

yourusername Always bubs 🤞🏼😘🫶🏻

urbanwyatt My job 🤦🏼‍♂️ 📸

jackharlow Well you’re not around. I did good though right?

yourusername LMAAOOO you did babe, if not I wouldn’t have posted them.

yourbestiename Damn hottie 🔥 🔥 pick me up!!!

druski2funnny No, what your ass needs to do is be with your husband.

yourbestiename STFU, you wanted drama, you got it.

neelamthadhani 😍😍😍😍 babes you’re hot

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jackharlow Ready for whatever tonight brings, wether it’s another baby, some backseat loving, BRING IT!!!! 📸 by my sexy wife yourusername

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yourusername JACKMAN!!!!!! No babies anytime soon. Backseat loving? Always 🤭

jackharlow Oh I’ll take that 🤪😜

druski2funnny FREAKS

druski2funnny But can I watch?

jackharlow NOOO

druski2funnny See now you’re just being mean, what happened to us being life partners?

yourusername When I get tired of him, I’ll send him your way.

druski2funnny Got it, you’re the best

jackharlow Do I have a say in this.

yourusername NO

druski2funnny NOPE

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yourusername He doesn’t even know what I’m singing half of the time, but he’s my number one hype man 🥺🤞🏼

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yourbestiename Love to see it 💜

claybornharlow Acting like a damn fool all night long 🙄

yourusername That’s how I love him🫶🏻😜

jackharlow For life baby 😍😘💜

yourusername And beyond that 🫶🏻🥺

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jackharlow Matching with my girls 💚

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yourusername 😘😘😘 We love you

neelamthadhani Aww

urbanwyatt Don’t say aww, Mia was crying because you kept trying to carry her 💀

druski2funnny Mia knows 😉 lmaooo

neelamthadhani Knows what?

druski2funnny That you’re annoying lmao

yourusername Now hold up, don’t be using my baby as an excuse 🤦🏻‍♀️😩😭😭😭😭

urbanwyatt Was she not crying when Nee tried carrying her?

yourusername Yes

urbanwyatt Ok so there you have it

neelamthadhani To be fair, she only likes going with her parents.

claybornharlow Not true, she loves when I carry her

neelamthadhani Whatever she still loves me

druski2funnny Does she though? This is the fifth time I hear she cries when you try to hold her

neelamthadhani DRU MIND YOUR BUSINESS

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yourusername Last night we celebrated my husband, I’m just so proud of the man he is. 2022 was definitely his year and this year will be 100xs better. Tonight you’ll win a Grammy- yes I said you WILL!!!!! There’s no one else who deserves it more, I’m putting it out into the universe and I know your fans are as well. He’s been stressed, so I booked us a couples massage and I was going to let him just relax for the day but he said he rather be with the kids until it’s time to get ready!!!!! AHHHHHH MY BABY IS A GRAMMY NOMINEE AND HES GONNA TAKE THEM ALL HOME 🙏🏻 also ummm why do y’all have him sitting next to that girl? 🙄 ANYWHOOO, goodluck bubs, I’m so proud of you and I’ll always be. I love you 💕

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jackharlow 🥹🥹 Baby…….

jackharlow Don’t get me started now 😢 I fucking love you. Thank you for always having my back. For reassuring me whenever I don’t make it home in time due to work. Thank you for the best kids ever. Thank you for loving me, but most of all, thank you for riding this out with me and never second guessing our relationship. I love you mamas 😘

urbanwyatt ❤️

druski2funnny I guess he’s alright

yourusername He’s more than alright 🤪

yourbestiename Fam 🤍 I love you guys. Goodluck Jack 🙏🏻

neelamthadhani ❣️❣️❣️❣️couldn’t have said it any better!!!!! Tonight’s gonna be a good day!!!!!!

claybornharlow Idk who’s more nervous, your or him???? But good luck brother, I know you’ll win them all ❤️‍🔥

jackharlow Thank you. She’s more nervous though, I have to stop her from shaking her legs and playing with her ring

yourusername 😭😭😭😭😭 I’m just so excited and happy for you babe

druski2funnny What happens if he doesn’t win?

yourusername HE GETS TO PUT A BABY INSIDE ME!!!!!

urbanwyatt A couple of posts ago you said no babies, now you’re saying yes to him???

jackharlow 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪

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[carlos-in-glasses]

Thank you for the tags lovely @lemonlyman-dotcom @orchidscript @alrightbuckaroo @paperstorm @tellmegoodbye @heartstringsduet @thisbuildinghasfeelings 🥰

Excited to share one more snippet of Ghost Gabriel Fic before it's posted on Sunday - in which TK and Carlos embark on a question of faith.

“Helloo?” Carlos is waving for TK’s attention.

“What?”

“I asked if you want to get into bed?” Carlos sidles over to the bed himself and sits down on the edge with a small smile, eyes wide and lustrous, left hand patting the comforter, wedding ring shining. He wants to make out until they pass out. TK knows this expression well.

“Never stop looking at me like that,” TK told him not long after they started using the term boyfriend with each other openly. And he never has.

TK’s eyes drift again to the closet. He takes a step but stalls, glances at Carlos apologetically.

“Babe. What Mom said freaked you out, didn’t it?”

TK, for whatever reason, puts both hands over his chest like he’s protecting his nipples from something. “Maybe a little.” he says. Carlos stares up at him while he awkwardly bobs on the spot. “Okay. Maybe a lot.”

“Come here,” Carlos says. When TK doesn’t, he says it again. “Come here.”

TK more than responds this time, hurrying to Carlos and sitting himself down firmly in his lap. Carlos rocks back a little on the bed, keeling with the unexpected full-weight of his husband.

“Hey,” Carlos says calmly, kissing TK’s shoulder, “You know Mom’s side are all spiritual. The Reyes are more…fusty with their Catholicism. God exists, but ghosts don’t. Anyway, don’t let it throw you, what she said.”

“I know. I won’t. I’m not.”

“It’s just part of how she’s grieving and coping. Like you call your mom’s old number and write to her sometimes.”

“Yeah, but my mom never replies!” TK covers his mouth. “Sorry.”

“Sweetheart,” Carlos whispers, stroking the back of TK’s head. “Don’t be sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I just mean we all have our ways. I’ve come to realize it, these past months. The times I’ve seen my dad since he died, I put it down to–”

“Wait–” TK lurches out of Carlos’ grip and tumbles down from his lap. He lands on his knees on a fuzzy beige rug, pulls at the shirttails of Carlos’ pajamas. “Say that again?”

Carlos rolls his eyes. TK tuts at him for it. “It’s nothing,” Carlos says, but his voice is to starting to tremble. “Trick of the light. Fault in the shadows. Call it anything you like.”

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[shrekgogurt]

Alright friends! @ shrogurt is live on Instagram. We milkposted again. More writing is being done on IKABIKAM Ch. 12 but I’m approaching it a little more slowly than the grind of the past few.

Some textfic elements under the cut!

Simon POV, present:

Not long after midnight text notifications begin rolling in from people I haven’t spoken to in ages.

• Gareth (Watford): PITCH GAY ?

• Trixie Hob: not Pippa reporting that Basil Grimm-Pitch is gay??? Watford reunion when???

• Rhys Evans: I don’t have Basil’s number. I know you see him on the team, so would you mind telling him congratulations from me? Brave of him. Good lad.

• Oliver Woodward: 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 go solsbury!

• Gareth (Solsbury): Grimm-Pitch? More like Gay-Pitch lol did you hear????

Of course I heard, you dumbfuck. I’m his friend. I immediately block Solsbury Gareth’s number. I’m not sure why I hadn’t done it sooner. Or why everyone is texting me. The only response I care about is from Penny. Eventually, the notification comes through.

• Penny 🔮💜😈: [link] I’m assuming you already knew?

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[nevarroes]

I don't know if it will help but. There is a finite number of poses a human body can take. At some point you would use all of them.

To me Gortcas arts are like a fav actor's Instagram. Like babe you can post the same selfie in a different shirt and still will be kicking my legs from joy.

It's a bit crazy to me how easily you find beauty to appreciate in other people's art you repost. But at the same time can't see how amazing your own is :<

thank u so much man, I'm glad 2 hear you still like it even if I struggle with like well. idk... art in general I suppose😭

I get the thing about poses but it's really more of an irrational fear tbh, me getting a bit mad at myself when I need the same face angle for a pose as I used in a recent drawing, imposter syndrome moments when I reuse things I never finished for another drawing etc. like I can honestly sit there all day nd beat myself up for shit that I very much KNOW make no sense but its just idk.... I'm hard on myself even if I don't mean to be

anyways sorry I didn't really mean to vent w this tbh just kinda talk abt what's going through my head (unfortuantely) and I really appreciate this though. thank you💜💜

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[yangtaros]

love in la (part 2)

johnny x female reader

synopsis: nct dream is on tour in la while you’re secretly dating johnny long distance.

this is a continuation of part 1. please read it first💜

“Hurry up y/n, I want to get good seats” Your friend says waiting for you at the door to the theater.

“I don’t even think it’s going to be that packed, it’s been out for a week already”

“Maybe you’re right, but you just want to walk slow”

You take your phone out of your pocket and glance at it, waiting for a call.

“Oh! It all makes sense now you’re waiting for Johnny to call you”

“You know the time difference is so… well different! This is usually our best time. Him in the morning and me at night or the other way around.”

“Fine, you lovebirds have fun, I’m not missing the beginning” Your friend went into the theater and you soon got a facetime call from Johnny.

Good Morning babe

Hi Y/n

What are your plans for today

To stare at your face

Johnny stop it

He laughs, I have dance practice today and then a photoshoot

I’m expecting unreleased for y/n only selfies from you

Will do, when are you going to ship me a package with you inside of it

You never know I might suprise you

Where are you

Movie theater with y/f/n

She was there for our love story

Yeah she was but I get to see her more than you now, you stuck out your bottom lip

We’ll see each other soon I promise

****************************

You finished eating lunch at work with a friend and were now walking to your desk when your boss tapped you on your shoulder.

“Hi”

“Hi and here!” He handed you two backstage passes.

“Who is this for?”

“Remember that Teen Vogue article you did on NCT 127? They loved it. They said the members seemed comfortable like they were talking to a friend.”

You smiled, “wow that is so sweet”

“So now they want you doing more kpop articles, they also said they have another opportunity for you but they want to see how you do with this one first”

You were so grateful for the acknowledgement from the company.

“Okay, that’s great”

“So these passes are for NCT dream, they’re kind of NCT 127 but-”

“I know them actually!”

“Oh good, the concert is in a few days. Do your best!”

****************************

I know I’m not going to see you or anything, but it’s nice that I can see Mark and Haechan again, and meet the others. It’ll help me miss you a bit less.

I think you’ll miss me even more, mark copies me all the time

You giggled, Is he single

Woah he doesn’t copy me that much

Johnnnn no my friend thought he was cute at the Jennifer Hudson show

Well then yes, but he’s nerdy and shy

You were very shy when you asked for my number you think i forgot?

He blushed

How you were playing with my bracelet…

I just really secretly wanted it and my plan succeeded, he held his wrist up to the camera to show the bracelet

****************************

Y/f/n agreed to go along with you to the NCT dream concert. 70% of the reason being Mark was there.

“Do I look cute?” She asked you.

“You know let’s just say Mark likes you back are you prepared for that time difference”

“Y/n I just wanna hang out with him and whenever he comes back to the states he knows where to find me”

You laugh, “got it”

“Friends no benefits”

“I’m trusting you” You say walking to your seats. This time you were given floor seats, you were very close to the stage.

This girl next to you had a Johnny photocard in her phone case.

“I just remembered other girls look at Johnny and not just me” you whispered to your friend.

“Guess what, you’re the only girl he looks at”

You smiled, she was right.

“I like that picture of Johnny” you say to the girl.

“Thank you! I paid so much for it”

“How come?”

“It’s special edition”

“Ohh right” You thought about how you get ‘special edition’ selfies from Johnny every day.

“Is it your first time seeing them?”

“No, well kinda, my friend and I saw 127 a few months ago” Your friend waved at her.

“I love 127, if you had a good time there I’m sure you will here too”

“Thanks! Who’s your favorite?”

“Haechan”

You nodded, thinking of all the times Haechan answered your call through Johnny’s phone when he wasn’t around to pick up “good choice”

The lights went low, the show was starting, “enjoy” you said to the girl.

****************************

Around 30 minutes into the show Haechan looked down and saw you, his face lit up. You slightly smiled and looked to the side to not cause any attention, but some people in your section had noticed.

“She didn’t even have a sign and he looked at her” You heard a girl say behind you.

“Maybe she was at a fansign”

The girl next to you glanced at you quickly before looking back at the stage.

A few minutes later Haechan put his arm around Mark and led him to your section, trying to be as discreet as possible. Mark looked at you and then your friend. Then looked up and waved at the crowd, then his eyes slowly trailed back to you two. You could tell he was trying to figure out a way to say hi but you lightly shook your head to tell him don’t bother.

The girl next to you got suspicious, “does he recognize you from somewhere?”

“Who?”

“Never mind”

Your friend whispered in your ear, “did you see that? his eyes lingered on me”

You chuckle, “i don’t think them putting us near the stage was a good idea”

“I don’t think teen vogue knows your Johnnys girlfriend y/n” she whispers back

****************************

At the end of the show you turn to the girl next to you, “did you love it?”

“Yes! They’re so talented”

“They are! Hey… if you could ask Haechan any question at all what would it be?”

“Um… what genre does he see himself doing as a solo artist?”

“That’s a great question”

She smiled, “well get home safe”

“You too!” You enjoyed meeting her, and you could tell she supported the boys, you wanted to give her a nice gift and get her question answered.

Once you and y/f/n gathered your things you went to the backstage area with your passes, “okay you have to be a good wing woman and somehow get them to hang out tonight”

“i’ll try but they might be tired”

While waiting to be led into the room, you saw Mark and Haechan come around the corner, “we found you guys finally!” Mark says, hugging you and then y/f/n.

“It’s nice to see you again” she says to him

“You too” he chuckles.

“Haechan you almost blew my cover” you say to him while hugging him.

Mark quickly translates what you said and Haechan laughs.

“Can we start the interview now?”

“Yeah follow us” You start to walk behind them and notice your friend stays by the backstage entrance.

“You coming?” Mark asks her

“I’m not usually allowed in the interviews”

You nodded, she was right.

“It’s okay, we won’t tell anyone” Mark walks up to her and places his hand on her shoulder.

She giggles and starts to walk, you lightly laugh to yourself. I have to tell johnny this

****************************

“Haechan your distinct singing voice is a staple in the nct sound. Do you plan on doing any solo albums?”

After it’s translated, Haechan gets shy.

“Thank you Y/n. I really do want to do one I’m not sure when yet.”

“Great, do you know which genre?”

“I love rnb, but I would really like to do Gospel as well”

“Wow Haechan that’s great, I’m looking forward to it”

You turn to Mark, “and last but not least we have the leader. Mark, you have lived in three different countries and experienced so much at a young age. How has living in Toronto, New York, Vancouver, and Seoul influenced you?”

“Wow. Good question”

As he answered you glanced at your friend taking in every word.

You asked a few more group questions and you were finished.

“Thanks guys! You must be tired”

“I’m actually not.” Mark replies, then glances at your friend.

“I’m hungry” Chenle says.

“There’s a great sushi spot by here actually!”

They all agreed when they heard the word sushi, you pat yourself on the back for being a good wing woman.

****************************

It was really late and the sushi spot was almost empty, so you all decided to eat there. While watching Mark and your friend talk quietly while sitting next to each other, you started to miss Johnny.

This would be around the time you call him anyway, “ I’m calling Johnny” you say to the table.

Haechan gestures for you to give him your phone before Johnny picks up.

Hi babe how was it- Haechan?

Everyone at the table laughed

Johnnyy Hiiiiii he says

Hi but I see you everyday show me y/n

Rude Haechan hands the phone back to you

Hello love how’d you sleep

You were in my dream

How cute

Are these boys causing you any trouble?

Well… you angle the camera to show your friend and mark in their own world

Johnny gasped, it’s happening

****************************

“Big news” your boss says to you, “check your email”

It’s been three days since the concert, and you turned in your interview to teen vogue yesterday.

You went to your email and clicked your most recent message.

“Read it out loud”

You laughed, “okay”

“After consideration, Teen Vogue would like to personally invite you to be one of the main Journalists in our kpop division. In this job you will frequent kpop concerts and conventions, interview established and up coming artists, as well as keep an eye on any kpop breakthroughs.” You pause for a second, you still considered yourself fresh in journalism and were already getting such great opportunities.

“You will be relocated to” wait what? “You will be relocated to Seoul for 6 months, and after that we will reassess before renewing your contract. If this offer sounds like something you’re interested in please let us know.”

You slowly look at your boss.

“I told you it was big news”

“Yeah that’s, that’s huge news. A job like this isn’t even close to the income that i’m making now, I could finally start taking care of my parents, but Seoul.. that’s a big decision.”

“Well while you make the decision just stay low so there’s no reason for them to take it back”

“What do you mean?”

“Please tell me you aren’t doing anything with the NCT boys or anything”

You laughed really loud, “what? what do you mean”

“It’s happened before” he shrugged

“Who and with who?”

he came close to your ear, “remember when sandra worked here”

You nodded

“2017. harry styles”

You gasped

****************************

You sat on your couch, you debated telling Johnny about the job offer. Of course you wanted to see him everyday but it was a big decision. You don’t even know Korean.

You got a text from an old college friend

Hey y/n… is this you?

You raised an eyebrow and clicked on the link she sent, not thinking much of it.

“No way…” It was a tweet with 20 thousand likes.

i’m not familiar with nct but isn’t this them?

attached was a picture of you and your friend with the boys in the sushi restaurant.

“No way”

You read a comment, isn’t that the same girl haechan kept looking at in the concert

someone replied with a video of the exact instance, it is! is that his girlfriend i’m so confused

“No way”

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[suzdin]

I know a lot of you have been waiting for the much anticipated Chapter Four of Two for One! It’s almost done! To hold you over, here’s a short preview. Lmk what you think! 😍

And thank you all for your never ending patience! Happy New Year, my thirsty babes. Stay thirsty 🥤😊

- Suz 💜

You make Max exchange phone numbers as he’s leaving your apartment.

“No more showing up uninvited,” you reprimand him, the heel of your palm planted firmly between his shoulder and sternum as you push him into the corridor of your building, “I mean it.”

He cocks his head to one side, lopsided smirk twisting his lips, forehead wrinkling as he lifts his brows, pausing. He’s staring at your still very much flushed and sweaty face. “You sure about that, doll?”

Your skin heats even more. You hate to admit that his smarmy defiance arouses you in ways that it shouldn’t.

“Max. If we’re going to keep whatever this is ongoing, I’m going to need some compliance here. For my privacy.”

Max’s smirk only grows wider and he beams at you, his gaze sliding down your face to your lips, hands raised in surrender. “You mean so I don’t cross paths with him, is that it?” he asks, quirking one of his brows to the side, knowing you’re fully cognizant who he’s talking about. “Fine.”

“Tell me you’re not bullshitting,” you retort.

“Woman,“ Max begins, wagging a finger at you, “I assure you that I am in no way being deceitful.”

He hasn’t wiped that shit eating grin off his face the entire time he’s been standing in front of you, either.

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Scout’s honor?” you press.

“Scout’s honor,” he replies, lifting his hand in a mocking salute.

You sigh and shove him back another step, his back almost flush with your neighbor’s door.

“Goodbye, Max,” you snip, turning to go back to the comfort of your apartment, when that gnawing southern upbringing decides to make a re-emergence once more, and you remember your manners.

With a sigh, you turn to give him one last glance, your visage softening in its regard. “Thank you, by the way. For the drink.” And you mean it, even if it’s likely all melted and weeping on the table by now.

You almost think you see his own features grow a shade softer, and before you can dwell on it, he’s suddenly shifting back into your space.

Your initial instinct is to flinch, to shove him away, because after Dave and him in a single day, your poor fucked out pussy can’t handle anymore punishment.

But he doesn’t grope or manhandle you. Max’s arms grapple you into a snug embrace, his hot breath fanning over your neck. It’s uncharacteristically soft for Max to show this level of affection and you would hug him back if he wasn’t clamping your arms to your sides.

“Thank you,” he whispers, keeping you ensnared for a few lingering moments before releasing you and taking a step back.

“Yeah… no problem,” you offer awkwardly, because what else do you say to that? “I’ll see you around. I work tomorrow, opening to two.”

Max nods, his usual crooked smirk making a reappearance. “See you then.”

“And hey?”

“Yeah?”

“Be nice to my coworkers. It’s the least you could do,” you remind him.

His smirk doesn’t fade, tongue swabbing the inside of his cheek. “I’ll do my best.”

You snort and shake your head, watching as he disappears down the stairwell.

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[6lostgirl6]

I saw your requests were open and I IMMEDIATELY ran for the inbox. I love your work, friend! Anyway, I liked the poly Bill and Ted with an SO post you did, but I'd love to take it one step further and request OLDER Bill and Ted (like in Face the Music). Maybe how they'd be with an SO who's a huge fan of their music. Just an adoring fangirl who worships the ground they walk on and makes them feel young again 🥰

Thank you! 💜

Older!Bill and Ted With a Fan S/O

Pairing: Older!Bill and Ted x Fem!Reader

TW: Fluff, cursing, NSFT content, Age Gap [Reader is 25+], Mentions of dp, breeding kink, public sex, creampie, cockwarming

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this request and I hope you enjoyed it! I honestly feel like I didn't do my best for this, I apologize!😭❤️

SFW:

The saviors of existence itself were holding a concert every few months, and they were finally playing in your area for the very first time. At a lower price, you quickly took advantage of the opportunity to purchase backstage passes to meet with them. 

Bill and Ted preferred having their meet and greets before the concerts, since they would usually be tired and wanting to go back to the bus and rest after another intense night. Sadly, they weren’t young anymore.

When you arrived and stood in line, your body couldn't stop shaking from both adrenaline and nervousness.

Despite how much Bill and Ted loved their fanbase, many of their meet and greets consisted of fangirls sexualizing them to their faces which left them not looking forward to them at times.

However, when it was your turn, you were like a breath of fresh air.

You were incredibly kind, asked appropriate questions, and seemed genuine about learning more about them and their albums that literally changed the world.

Bonus: You were a gorgeous babe.

However, they felt a little guilty because you were much younger than them, 15 years between you and them. But, they couldn't help their attraction to you.

They actually moved you from your original seat to the front row where you would be closer to them. They just couldn't understand the pull and wanting to have where where they could see you from the stage with a huge smile on your face.

After the concert, they gave you their number, wanting to keep in contact with you.

You've been calling, facetiming, and messaging them for a long while, a few months before Bill and Ted confronted each other about their feelings for you. They agreed they were more than happy to have you be with both of them.

Soon, the three of you were in a relationship and eventually went public.

Sure, there was a little backlash, but you're relationship was heavily supported by the fanbase.

Ted is the more affectionate partner in the relationship and he didn't mind public displays of affection. Bill is a little more reserved but behind closed doors is another story.

As their girlfriend, you now have backstage access for free!

If you were really into music, they will teach you how to play their guitars.

For your birthday, they would get you your very own custom guitar! Happy birthday babe!

Important dates can be forgotten at times, but it's not out of malicious intent. Ted forgets to write shit down on the calender when Bill tells him to.

They give you all matching bracelets to wear, it shows everyone that you belonged to each other.

NSFW

It is ritual that Bill and Ted fuck the shit out of you after their concerts, when their blood is pumping and adrenaline in their system.

Ted would be a soft dom and would always prioritize your pleasure before his own. He'll make you cum three times before he even sticks his dick in you.

Bill would have a daddy kink, being your provider and taking care of you in bed while you call him Daddy makes the blood run south.

Bill loves lingerie on you, his favorite colors on you are pastels

Ted prefers you in bold colors, it honestly distracts him.

Please film yourself in lingerie and tease them, they love it so much.

Ted is into filming you all fucking, it turns him on to re-watch the footage when Bill and him are away on tour and you couldn't come for some reason.

Get used to getting double penetrated or eiffel towered, the boys are not against fucking you at the same time.

Ted has a bit of a breeding kink. With his bad relationship with his father, he wants to be able to be a better father than him and provide for you.

He often thinks about having little ones that are a mixture between the two of you.

Therefore, he's going to cum inside you everytime. He'll even leave his dick inside so nothing spills out.

Bill is into exhibition, he loves the risk of teasing or fucking you in public.

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OCs as Obscure References

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👇❤💜 Faith, Iris, Maril, AND Poppy 💙🖤👇

Name:

Captain Faith Hawthorne

Animal:

Rat / Bunny / Sprat

Colors:

❤🖤💛

Month:

August

Songs:

Pressure – Billy Joel

Chop Suey! – System of a Down

Autoclave – The Mountain Goats

Angel with a Shotgun – The Cab

I Think We're Alone Now (Cover) – Billie Joe Armstrong

In Your Eyes – Peter Gabriel

God Only Knows – The Beach Boys

The Longest Time – Billy Joel

Number:

2

Plants:

Peony / Spider Lily

Smells:

vanilla and sweet bakery smells, old books and paper smells, a nice cologne, the smell of the forest when she would go hiking on Earth, gasoline (x)

Gemstone:

Villiaumite / Peridot

Time of Day:

Sunrise / Middle of the Night

Season:

Spring / Autumn

Places:

Fallbrook, Devil's Peak Station, Botanical Lab, Edgewater, Grand Colonial Hotel Penthouse Suite, Purpleberry Orchards

Food:

Empanadas, Rice, Sofrito, Sweets and Pastries, Cheese, Potatoes

Drinks:

Water, Tea, Orange Juice, Milk, Rum

Element:

Fire

Astrological Sign:

Leo

Seasonings:

Adobo, Sazón

Sky:

Full of Stars

Weather:

Warm Spring Day

Weapons:

The Vermin II

Hunting Rifle Hyper

Phin's Phorce (sentimental)

Social Media:

Tumblr

Makeup Product:

Black Nail Polish

Candy:

Dark Chocolate

Method of Long Distance Travel:

Spaceship (via The Unreliable)

Art Style:

Art Nouveau / Baroque

Fear:

loneliness, alcoholism, addiction, abuse, not being good enough, the drastic consequences of failing or not making the "right" choice, how many people she's hurt, never being safe, never being happy, whether or not she's capable of love or being loved back, never finding comfort, her numbness and anger consuming her

Mythological Creature:

Phoenix

Piece of Stationary:

An old, worn, well loved paper. The edges have started turning brown, on it is written all sorts of calculations and schematics that probably only make sense to her, some doodles in the margins where she was lost in thought.

Three Emojis:

⭐🐀📚

Celestial Body:

Cone Nebula / Carina Nebula / Eye of God

Name:

Miss Iris

Animal:

Deer / Bear / Radstag / Yao Guai

Colors:

💜💙🖤❤

Month:

December

Songs:

Invisible Touch – Genesis

Everybody Wants You – Billy Squier

Black Sheep – Metric

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For – U2

I Want You to Want Me – Cheap Trick

Babe – Styx

All Night Forever – TWRP

Number:

4

Plants:

Iris / Forget Me Not / Hyacinth / Lily of the Valley

Smells:

gentle floral scents, wood and sawdust, the smells of spices and nice hearty soups cooking, petrichor (x)

Gemstone:

Rhodolite Garnet / Scorodite

Time of Day:

Sunset

Season:

Winter

Places:

Red Rocket Truck Stop, Sanctuary, Valentine Detective Agency, The Third Rail, Diamond City Radio, Atom Cats Garage

Food:

Soups, Fruits, Veggies, Breads, Breakfast Foods

Drinks:

Coffee, Milkshake, Fruit Juice, Whiskey

Element:

Earth / Water

Astrological Sign:

Sagittarius

Seasonings:

Garlic Powder, Onion Powder, Rosemary, Parsley, Coriander

Sky:

Warm Sunset Colors

Weather:

Chilly Jacket Weather

Weapons:

Agamemnon the Fuck Upper (10mm pistol)

Amadeus (rifle)

Le Boom Stick Terribles (combat shotgun)

Social Media:

Pinterest

Makeup Product:

Dark Eyeshadow

Candy:

Chocolate with Caramel / Toffee

Method of Long Distance Travel:

Walking

Art Style:

Rococo / Art Deco / Impressionism

Fear:

losing everything and everyone she loves all over again, not being good enough, not being able to help or save people, causing harm or pain to others, being a burden, never being loved, never being wanted, never being able to free herself, never being able to rebuild a new life with people to love and be loved back by, failing her son, becoming a mother again, failing as a mother again

Mythological Creature:

Siren / Fairy

Piece of Stationary:

A love letter handled with the utmost care. She poured her heart into her elegantly written words. The precision is not lost on you, she wants it known you were worth the time. She signs her name with a lipstick kiss that makes your heart flutter. The parchment smells slightly like her gentle perfume.

Three Emojis:

💋💐🎭

Celestial Body:

Fireworks Galaxy / Pandora's Cluster

Name:

Maril Highwind

Animal:

Crow

Colors:

🖤💙💚💛

Month:

March

Songs:

Shipmeisters' Shanty – Yoko Shimomura

Traverse Town – Yoko Shimomura

The Afternoon Streets – Yoko Shimomura

A Twinkle in the Sky – Yoko Shimomura

Asteroid Attack – Yoko Shimomura

Number:

21

Plants:

Hydrangea / Morning Glory / Sunflower

Smells:

oil, grime, workshop smells, ink, parchment, wood, paint, dusty old books, the smell of food cooking in the Twilight Town Bistro (x)

Gemstone:

Azurite / Malachite

Time of Day:

Early Afternoon

Season:

Summer

Places:

Traverse Town, Hollow Bastion, The Grid, 100 Acre Wood, Twilight Town

Food:

Sea Salt Ice Cream, Sugary Skies Ice Cream, Royalberry Ice Cream, Carrot Potage, Beef Sauté, Tarte aux Fruits

Drinks:

Lemonade, Limeade, Orange Juice, Apple Cider, Hot Chocolate

Element:

Lightning / Air

Astrological Sign:

Aries

Seasonings:

Basil, Oregano, Cumin

Sky:

Clear Blue

Weather:

Perfect Summer Day

Weapons:

Custom Twin Shooters / Rifle

Social Media:

Instagram

Makeup Product:

Sparkly Cosmetic Stars

Candy:

Sour Gummy Worms / Cotton Candy

Method of Long Distance Travel:

Gummi Ship

Art Style:

Futurism / Neon Art

Fear:

abandonment, something bad happing to her family and friends, not being able to protect the people she cares about, the darkness, her world disappearing while she's away

Mythological Creature:

Wyvern / Harpy

Piece of Stationary:

A stack of worn, rolled up scrolls. The dustier ones are filled with spells and runes you're not quite sure how to read. The ones that smell of inks and paints are beautiful illustrations of various gummi ship designs. The newest scrolls are countless blueprints, they are quite fascinating! Many are for building gummi ships, some are for custom weapons and defense systems.

Three Emojis:

✨🛸🤖

Celestial Body:

Cosmos Redshift 7 / Saturn

Name:

Poppy

Animal:

Snake / Deathclaw

Colors:

❤🖤

Month:

May

Songs:

Foreign Object – The Mountain Goats

Choked Out – The Mountain Goats

Raining Blood – Slayer

Light Up the Night – The Protomen

I Am... All Of Me – Crush 40

Want You Gone – Jonathan Coulton

Number:

7

Plants:

Poppy / Bleeding Heart

Smells:

Blood, Filth, Campfire, Mildew, Foul Stench of Death

Gemstone:

Cuprite / Amber

Time of Day:

Evening

Season:

Summer / Autumn

Places:

Nuka-World, Grandchester Mystery Mansion, Pickman Gallery, The Combat Zone, Goodneighbor

Food:

Candies, Jerky, Noodles

Drinks:

Nuka-Cherry, Smoothie, Slushie

Element:

Fire

Astrological Sign:

Gemini

Seasonings:

Paprika, Cinnamon, Crushed Red Pepper

Sky:

Dark and Cloudy

Weather:

Stormy and Slightly Windy

Weapons:

Disciples Blade (from Nisha)

Pickman's Blade

Chain-Wrapped Aluminum Baseball Bat

Triple-Hooked Meat Hook

Social Media:

Twitter

Makeup Product:

Red Lipstick

Candy:

Cherry Flavored Candies

Method of Long Distance Travel:

Walking / Train

Art Style:

Expressionism / Surrealism

Fear:

weakness, not being able to defend herself, being captured or imprisoned in any way, loss of autonomy in any way

Mythological Creature:

Hellhound

Piece of Stationary:

An old, torn, crumpled up piece of paper. It's covered in dirt, or maybe that's soot. Did someone try to burn this? The handwriting is sloppy, but the words tell a story. Perhaps a diary entry. It's hard to read, but it's heartbreaking, desperate. This is something someone had to tell, to get it out of their system. It looks as if they tried to destroy it when they were done but swiftly changed their mind. Maybe, in the end, they hoped someone would find it, someone would know their story, maybe even find comfort in it that they're not alone if they've been forced to endure the same pain.

Three Emojis:

🗡💀🍒

Celestial Body:

Sun / Engraved Hourglass Nebula

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[shadowofahope]

RUN

Warnings: hurt/no comfort

Pairing: Idol! BTS x friend! (f)reader

Premise: Running was their thing. But when it became a problem rather than a solution, it was time for you to start running.

Author’s notes: Hey Babes! HAPPY FRIDAY! Just another small scene playing out in my head that I had to get out 💜

Word count: 1.1K

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You knew he’d call eventually. You’d been waiting for it since you picked them up. Responding to their SOS calls made you feel like you had purpose in your life, like the world kept spinning as long as they were smiling. Maybe you were too soft on them, but then again the same could be said for them towards you. Either way this relationship felt like it was becoming symbiotic. Was the air around you always this heavy. Or was it the impending weight of what you were about to do finally dawning on you. 

Standing up from the large cloud couch you head back to the kitchen, refilling your glass of water from the tap. Your eyes ghosting over each member cackling away at the TV in your oasis. This cabin was left to you by your parents, you had only been there twice before. But you had never brought anyone there. Tonight would be the first time and last that these rooms hear the echos of laughter, since your parents left. 

Placing the glass down gently on the marble countertop of the island you brace yourself against the cold material. The air of the night was warm, seemingly too warm for you. The vibrations from your phone snap you out of your staring just enough for you to blindly reach for it in your back pocket, but not enough to peel your eyes away from them infront of you. Bringing your phone into view you recognize the number. You’ve been waiting for this.

Without hesitating you swipe to pick up the call. 

“Hello.” 

“Y/N?! Are they with you, please tell me they are!” Bang Pd’s voice sounded winded and anxious. 

“Yes.” Was all you could say. The boys didn’t know the company had your number. 

“Thank god. When they told me they had run out of a shoot I was loosing my mind. They said they got into an unmarked vehicle and I could only think the worst.” 

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not you fault Y/N, I’m pushing them too hard. I know that, I know I’m loosing them.” 

You eye they members not taking any notice of your absence amongst the chaos. This would be your only chance to patch things up between them, they deserved so much but at this point they’ve chosen to run away instead of communicating and working together. You were their scapegoat. 

“One moment please.” 

You round the island to the glass patio doors, making sure to close it quietly behind you. Letting yourself slip into the night to stare out over the lake. The reminiscence of the campfire you had going earlier had died a few hours ago, leaving behind the chairs as a reminder of who had sat there.

“They are hurting. They want to prove themselves to you but they are scared of disappointing you. You put so much faith in them. They don’t want to let you down.” You explain slowly, voice quiet on the night air. “You all need to be able to talk. Properly talk. I can’t always be here to stop them from running.” 

“I know, thank you so much for bringing them back every time.” 

“This will be the last time. But I won’t be giving them to you.” You don’t bother to hide the sadness from seeping into your words.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s time for you to come get them. You need to trust each other and….I’ve become an obstacle for you achieving it.” 

“Y/N that’s not-”

“They can’t run anymore. They need to face this together. And you-” You take a deep breath “You need to be the one that comes to get them. Tell them how much they matter. You’ve said all the words to me, now you need to say it to them.” 

He’s silent, for a few beats all you can hear is your heart in your ears. 

“Ok.”

A sad smile makes its way onto your face. You won’t let yourself cry, not for this. This will make them stronger, teach them to stay. But it didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt.

“I’ll send you the address in the morning. We’ll be staying here tonight, I’ll be gone by the time you arrive. The rest is up to you.” 

“Where will you go?”

“I don’t know, maybe back home? Either way, after this I won’t be keeping this number.”

“Please don’t run.”

“It’s only temporary. We need time apart.”  The reassurance dies across the phone line. 

“I wish you luck.” 

“You as well.” 

“Good night.” 

“Good night y/n…” 

Hanging up the call, you lingered on the balcony for a few moments longer. Steeling yourself for what would be the last night you 8 would be together. You force the conflicting emotions away, the you of tomorrow could deal with the pain. Tonight, you’d enjoy for the last moments they were.

—-

Turns out it was alot easier than you had originally thought. It allowed you to bask in the warmth of your strongest, deepest friendships. Like a cosmic catastrophe. 7 suns to your 1 pluto, you’d always feel as though you were burning up.

It wasn’t until you packed the last of the items into your duffel, slinging it over your shoulder that you finally accepted what this was.

You knew deep down, no matter where the road took you, you’d have to walk away. Even during your first encounter you knew things would be destined to burn out. The instant connection you all shared was too much for where you were now. 

There was so much more out there for you, and for them. You just had to let yourselves see it. 

You quietly made your way down the stairs to the front door. You didn’t look back as you stepped out into the chilled morning air. It was still early enough the sun was just rising. Silently you close the door behind you, pulling out your phone and typing away the address to Bang’s contact to then turn it off. 

Placing your phone into your back pocket your footsteps crunch under the gravel road. Trekking your way down, you know there was nothing else you could all have done. This wasn’t something you could move on from, there’s no way they could have loved you more or for your lives to take a different turn. Even if they fought, or if you pushed there would be no way for this to not be the outcome. 

It was better to say goodbye now when things were still good then later when you resented eachother. So by the time they woke up and their agency took them back you’d already be gone. Haunted by the memories that once burned brightly and now feel like ash on your fingertips.

You knew they’d be hurt, but they would heal. They’d find another that made them stronger, able to stay and do what they had to do. They had run too many times, but now it was your turn to run.

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[daring-the-devil]

His! I really love your Matt fics and was wondering if I could request something. A fic with Steve Harrington, something fluffy. Maybe with a reader that hasn't really dated anyone and is very anxious about the whole relationship things (it is, very clearly, about me hehe)

Thank you! Love your writing!

Hi anon!! Sorry this took so long for me to post! This is my first time writing for Steve so I really hope I did him justice for you 💜 (and don't worry, I feel the same about dating too 😅).

Cool Boy - Steve Harrington x Reader - 1k words

fic note: no use of y/n or gendered pronouns

warning: on-page mentions and descriptions of food, some kissing

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Even before you started dating him, you’d always paid attention to Steve Harrington. 

He’s one of the cool boys who walks around Hawkins High like they owned it. Him with his (honestly magnificent) head of hair, the smile that he beams at girls and classmates and teachers. He’s friendly, he’s funny, and while he isn’t the smartest of the bunch, he isn’t stupid. 

You have history and math together, and you sit a few seats away from each other, so you’ve had to work together on a couple of assignments before. He’s nice, so much nicer than you’d expect someone like him to be, and if you end up daydreaming about him in your other classes, well, that’s no one’s business but your own. 

So, when he asks you out, you say yes without hesitation. 

It was coffee at first, then bowling, and before you know it, you’ve been going out for three weeks and you’ve shot up the social ranks in school, near-invisibility to Hawkins royalty. It’s a drastic change, and it takes a little to get used to, but if you get to be with Steve because of it, well, you’ll gladly accept it. 

Even now, as you’re at your locker between classes, people pass by you and give you looks, some of them nastier than others. You ignore them to the best of your abilities, but it gets easier when Steve himself shows up to say hi to you. 

“Hey, babe,” he says, leaning in to kiss you. You smile and bump his shoulder with yours. “How’s it going?”

“Good,” you say, opening your locker. “What’s up?”

“So, there’s a movie playing at the drive-in theater,” Steve says, leaning against the lockers. One of the basketball boys calls his name and he looks up and waves. Turning back to you, he asks, “You wanna go?”

“Tonight?” you ask, handing him a book to hold while you move some stuff around in your locker. He takes it without hesitation. 

“Yeah, if you want to,” he says. “I can pick you up at six. We can get snacks.” 

At the suggestion of snacks, Steve wiggles his eyebrows, knowing it’s the number-one thing to motivate you. You can’t help but grin as you take the book back from him and stick it back into your locker. 

“Sounds like a plan,” you say. 

“Okay, great!” he says, kissing your cheek. “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye,” you say, and he salutes you (dork) before heading down the hall. You watch him go, your bottom lip between your teeth, and you shut the door to reel your thoughts back in. 

***

True to his word, Steve pulls up outside your house at six, his head sticking out of his car window as he waves at you. You smile and say goodbye to your parents before heading out, all but running down the steps of your house to the street. 

“Hi,” you say as you slide into the passenger’s seat. He leans over and kisses you. 

“Ready?” he asks. When you nod, he starts driving again. 

Music plays softly on the radio. You like that about him, that his music doesn’t blast and blare. It adds a level of atmosphere to the drive—as much atmosphere as a drive in Hawkins can have. You stare out the window, watch the buildings go by, listen to him humming along to the music in the background. 

When you get to the theater, you order a hot dog and a paper bucket of popcorn and Steve gets sodas and a slice of pizza and the two of you find yourselves a spot to watch the movie. You recognize a few people from school. Some of them even wave in your direction, but part of you suspects that they’re just waving at Steve. 

Something about that makes your heart sink a little, and you find yourself shrinking down into your seat to the best of your abilities. 

But, yeah—while Steve may not be the smartest, he can tell when something is off about you, so it doesn’t take long for him to notice. 

“Is everything okay?” he asks, his fingers grazing your wrist. 

You try to nod, but the motion is a little jerky and uncomfortable. “I’m fine. Just—”

You shoot Steve a glance, trying to gauge his reaction. He’s only looking at you with wide, soft eyes, encouraging you to go on. Quietly, you sigh, and add, “This is my first relationship. You know that, right?”

“Of course,” Steve says. 

“And I’m just—I’m worried,” you confess. “Because you have so much more experience than I do and I’m so scared I’ll screw something up and embarrass you and I don’t want to make you upset and—”

“Baby, baby, it’s okay,” he says, lacing his fingers through yours. You pause, taking a deep breath that shudders through your whole body, and he says, “Nothing you do will make me feel embarrassed, okay? And you not having as much experience as me isn’t a problem at all, trust me. I just want you to feel comfortable, and I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you do. Okay?”

He sounds so honest, sincere, that you can’t help but feel a rush of affection for him. You may not have been dating long, but you trust him. You know he means every word he says—you’ve always known that about him, haven’t you?

Steve Harrington, the cool boy—who also wears his heart on his sleeve. 

“Thank you,” you say, your voice a little shaky, wiping your face with the sleeve of your sweater. 

“Of course,” he says, squeezing your hand. He kisses your cheek, his lips soft and warm against your skin. “Now, come on. Movie’s starting.”

The screen outside your window lights up, and you shift as close to him as you can. His fingers are still laced with yours. You smile to yourself and rest your head against his shoulder, settling in for a good time together.

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yourusername A little appreciation post for papi. Bubs, thank you for all that you do, and continue to do. I’m not talking about you being a superstar, that’s just a bonus. I’m talking about, how no matter how tired and busy you are, you always make time for your family. You always make time to read bed time stories to our daughter, you always make time to sing for baby boy and rock him to sleep, you always make time for late night convos with me and cuddles. I couldn’t have asked for a better husband and a even better father to our children, I love you baby ❤️❤️❤️ Also, proud of you for hosting the VMA’s on Sunday, you’ll do amazing.

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jackharlow Babe 🥺

jackharlow Mrs. Harlow, you really got me crying over here. I love you baby, there’s not enough words to say how much I love you and our beautiful babies. I’m truly blessed.

urbanwyatt Um what about me? Am I chopped liver or what?

yourusername You know I got mad love for you Urby 🫶🏻

urbanwyatt Yeah yeah, I love ya too sis.

neelamthadhani Girl you got us emotional over here, he’s been having a rough day, just missing you guys and I’m pretty sure this might have made him feel a little better.

jackharlow Spilling secrets now? No but I have been having a rough morning, so thank you baby.

yourusername 🥺 Aww papi, I know. But we’ll see you Sunday 🙏🏻

neelamthadhani You and the kids attending the award show?

yourusername No, we’re not ready for the world to be all up on our babies faces. I’ll be staying behind at the hotel with the kids, but we’ll be watching Jack ❤️ & waiting for him.

jackharlow 🥺🙏🏻❤️

druski2funnny So baby number 3 soon?

jackharlow 🤫

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jackharlow Everything I do is for you 3 ❤️❤️❤️Y/N Harlow, Alize Mía Harlow, Angel Ezequiel Harlow.

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yourusername My babies 🥺🫶🏻 te amo papi.

jackharlow I love you mami ❤️

urbanwyatt ❤️

theharlowsupdates OMG NAME REVEAL

allabouttheharlows Such cute names, are they pronounced in English or Spanish?

jackharlow Mía is in Spanish, Angel & Ezequiel are also in Spanish but we usually call baby boy EZ and princess chose to be called by her middle name only 😂

ynupdates Cuteness over load. But who came up with the names?

yourusername Jack did with little princess and I did with baby boy 💜 💙 But he recommended that we pronounce their names in Spanish.

ynandjacksource Woke king. Embracing your Latin language 👏🏻 love to see it

jackharlow ❤️

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