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I have been so obsessed with this Italian greyhound that @wreegis drew for Flambae omg 😭😭😭
I feel like he'd totally have a little girl dog he absolutely spoils the shit out of
After he got out of prison and everything he was looking for a reason not to go fight Mechaman and get arrested again
While scrolling on his phone he found someone who was trying to give up this tiny greyhound puppy for nothing because she was the runt of the litter and no one wanted her
So naturally he flew and bought a ton of supplies and picked her up immediately
I'm sobbing this is sooo cute 😭💗
(Art isn't mine, credits to the artist<3)
invincible!michael x single mother!reader
PART TWO! - read part one and part three
summary: michael and the cute little mother and son duo finally talk again, and heartbreak only seems to make their hearts grow fonder
i’ve been trying to write this but they deserve a happy ending as a cute little family𑣲⋆
a few days after the event in downtown new york, the high had finally left both you and zain, leading to the normal life you both lived.
the tuesday afternoon wore on you, a rough day at work but a short shift meaning you could pick zain up from kindergarten and make a lovely meal for the both of you.
zain was sat in the living room, thoroughly invested in the star wars movie playing on one of the channels whilst you collected the dirty laundry scattered around the house.
you reached under the couch, pulling out one of zain’s socks he had probably kicked under there along with a piece of paper.
“zain, honey.. please stop abandoning your socks under the couch”
“mhm, sorry mama” he replied, focused more on the tv than you, his hands dipping into the small popcorn bag beside him.
walking back into the kitchen to put the machine on, you unfolded the note, seeing the familiar words that had kept you up at night. the note the security guard had slipped into your half closed palm with michael’s number on it.
folding it quickly and putting it on the counter, only one thought crossed your mind. you most definitely were not calling him.
later that night, after you had washed up, given zain a bath and read him a story to get him to sleep, you had ventured back into the kitchen.
you turned towards the glass cabinet, gripping the handle tight and opening it to grab a glass of water. when you turned, your attention quickly drifted to the note you had left on the counter.
placing the glass down, both hands picked the paper up like it was a precious or fragile item but instead it was the key to your future, even though you didn’t know that yet.
you glanced between the note and the landline phone that was sat in the corner of the room, the green light blinking to show you it was plugged in. biting your lip, you walked over to the phone, your slippers sticking slightly to the floor as you moved until your hand took the phone out of its holster and pressed the numbers in.
the phone rang, your fingernail tapping against the countertop as you waited. it felt like it had rang forever, but just as you had finally made up your mind to hang up, the ringing stopped and breathing echoed down the speaker.
“hello, who is this”
you paused, eyes widening as you realised this was for real. michael jackson had actually given you his number and this wasn’t some sick joke somebody had played on you.
“hello? is anyone there?” he questioned, sounding more confused then he did when he answered it.
“oh-erm… hi michael, the security guard gave me your number the other day.. you know, zain’s mother”
“oh, hi!” he suddenly sounded much more awake, “how are you? how’s zain?”
you twisted around with the phone still in your hand, moving to sit atop the counter.
“yeah im great, thank you for asking. zain’s doing good as well, he’s just asleep at the moment.. how are you?”
“oh i’m so pleased to hear that! i’m okay now that i’ve heard that” he said, shocking you as you had only met him once before this phone call.
“may i ask why you gave me your number? i mean i could be like a psycho fan that you’ve just given it to… i’m not! but like i’ve just been wondering”
he chuckled, letting the question linger before replying,
“i don’t really know.. i think maybe it’s just ‘cause zain really warmed my heart that day, and you may have also left a lasting impression too, mama”, sounding more shy as he continued.
you giggled lightly, a warm flush spreading across your face
“well i really appreciate that, michael, thank you… zain hasn’t been able to stop talking about meeting you, he keeps asking when he can see you again”
“zain is a lovely little boy and i would be delighted to meet him again if it would make his day.”
“careful” you laughed, “if he hears that, he’ll be asking every day”
michael’s laugh crackled down the phone,
“i don’t think i’d mind”
the words settled between you both, and you found yourself smiling at the kitchen tiles.
“well, i’m sure he would be happy to hear that”
“maybe we could meet again, maybe at a zoo.. or neverland!”
“neverland?” you repeated.
“yeah,” he said, “i’m pretty sure i can survive a park”
you couldn’t help but laugh, the conversation continuing as if you were catching up with someone you had known forever.
two days after the original phone call, both you and zain were in the kitchen eating ice cream, his little legs swinging below him”
as you were nodding, asking little questions about his day, the phone rang beside you, zain suddenly quieting down in curiosity.
“who is it, mama?” he asked, his voice getting slightly higher as he lent forward.
you shrugged, picking up the phone and pressing answer before lifting it to your ear, “hello?”
“hi! it’s michael, how are you doing?”
you turned to zain, still speaking to michael, “i’m doing good, someone’s here wondering who i’m talking to”
you giggled, watching zain’s eyebrows furrow in confusion
“oh, past the phone to him, i would love to say hi”
you pulled the phone away from your ear, holding it out to zain, “it’s michael”
“MICHAEL!?” he grabbed the phone quickly, pulling it to his ear
“michael? is that really you?”
“hi zain! yes it is me, how have you been?”
zain looked as though he had a little mini heart attack, his eyes widening and smile growing across his face.
“i’m good! i didn’t think i would be able to talk to you for, like.. EVER”
michael laughed, your ears picking it up from across the kitchen,
“well i’m glad to hear you soundin’ so happy! your mama told me that you’ve been non stop talking about our meeting the other day”
“mama! why did you tell himmm” he whined, “i guess so… i just missed you”
“hey, me and your mama have been talking, and how about we have a fun day together, and maybe you can even come to neverland!”
“neverland.. what’s that?”
“that’s my home! it’s got a cinema, a zoo, lots of candy, slushies, slides, everything.”
“a zoo?!? what animals have you got in your zoo?”
“well how about when you come, we can go and look at all of the animals together. i’ll give you a little hint, i have a giraffe”
“a giraffe! oh my goodness..”
you laughed, his little mispronunciation of giraffe sounding more like a ‘gifaffe’.
“only if you stay on your best behaviour, okay?” you bargained, eyebrows slightly raised to show you were completely serious.
zain gave you a big cheeky grin, his teeth showing and his head tilting to the side, “i’m always a good boy, mama!”
the next day, you had picked zain up from kindergarten. his eyes were glued to the window as he stayed unusually quiet.
“zain, are you okay, baby?” you asked, looking at him through the rear view mirror.
“yeah, mama…” he let out a loud sigh, his lip beginning to pout.
“hey, hey.. what’s the matter?”
his head dropped, tears beginning to fall and his shoulders shaking,
“a boy in my class said i was lying”, he said quietly, “he said i didn’t talk to mikey”
your hands tightened on the steering wheel, watching him quietly sob in the backseat.
“baby, we both know you spoke to him. so if he doesn’t believe you, then that’s on him, not on you because you aren’t a liar”
that night, after you had given zain a shower, you tucked him in, sitting beside him on the bed, the phone in your hand.
“zain, i have a little surprise for you for being such an amazing boy” you said, smiling slightly at him.
his hands rested on top of the covers, head tilted towards you as the moons from his nightlight scattered across his face.
you pressed a button on the phone, a voicemail being read out.
“hi zain, your mama told me about the boy in your class. listen, you are so amazing, and so kind, and so thoughtful, and me and your mama both know that you aren’t a liar, okay? soon we will have the funnest day ever, sleep tight, i love you”
zain’s eyes brightened, flicking between the phone and you. once michael’s voice had finished coming from the phone, zain let out a quiet squeal.
“i can’t believe it, mama! i can’t wait to go and see him again!”
your hands smoothed over his hair before brushing down the side of his face, trying to soothe him and relax him to go to sleep.
“i know, baby. very soon we will see him again, okay. now it’s bedtime, i love you so much, baby”
he let out a yawn, your finger working its way down his nose and back up.
“love you too, mama. night night”
his eyes drooped before shutting completely, his breathing evening out.
you stood, walking towards the door and closing it slightly, still leaving it cracked open.
very soon you both would be seeing michael, and you could not wait to see zain’s reaction.
seems like this may need another few parts…
Sobbing because this is so cute 😭
via days_fade ig stories
King of Dramatics
pairing: beau maxwell x reader
warnings: mentions of blood, a small argument, cursing, kissing, slight jealously. straight fluff, pet names, reader has a fear of blood
a/n: i love beau so much. like thats my baby. a quick blurb xx
wc: ~0.9k
“Beau.”
Silence aside from the hum of gossip leaving the T.V of some random reality show you left on when you were eating pizza.
You roll his eyes at his dramatics.
“Beau,” You repeated. “It was just a follow request.”
He lets out some pathetic noise, some sort of grumble mixed with a huff. You raise an eyebrow as your eyes catch the faint shape of pouted lips from his turned head.
A few beats of silence pass by and it was quiet enough that you could hear Dean upstairs on the phone with Allie, someone in the bathroom and outside.
You finally speak.
“Are you seriously pouting?” You comment bluntly.
“No.”
You snort, “So now he speaks.”
He whirls his head towards you, eyes narrowed. “I could always speak.”
You hum, leaning away and settling into the couch.
“You could’ve fooled me,” You murmur, fingers mindlessly fidgeting with a piece of your hair. “My boyfriend, star Quarter-back, not answering me.. Ignoring me..”
“I wasn’t.”
You continue on playfully, “Ignoring me all because some guy followed me on Instagram.”
He goes quiet again.
You smirk, throwing a pillow at him. “See? I was right, babe.”
You expect him to answer but you get the response of him grabbing his phone and leaving the couch. Leaving the off-campus house in general.
You sit up, blinking. “Hey! You can’t just leave! You’re the one that invited me here!”
You got zero verbal answers.
With a huff, you lean back on the couch and increase the volume of the show.
“Whatever, you do whatever you want to do. Not my problem,” You mutter to yourself, too annoyed with the whole situation to notice the footsteps heading in your direction.
“Not my problem at all. I’m not in the wrong, tell yourself that,” You continue, “I—“
A loud clang and a scream of pain.
“What the fuck, Tucker!” You shout, your hand shooting out instantly to the back of your head.
Tucker gasps, dropping the metal frying pan. “Oh my god, I am sorry! I thought— Oh my god, there’s blood. Don’t move—Garrett! Call Beau— Or Hannah!— Oh my god, I’m a murderer.”
You squint your eyes. “Blood? I’m bleeding?—“ You slur out, blinking as your vision swims. “Tucker, I swear if I have a concussion..”
He smiles sheepishly, guiding you so you lay on the couch again. “You don’t! I’ll make you some pasta, yeah? Just—“
The scent of iron hits your nose.
Yup.
That’s blood.
And you hate blood.
Growing queasy, you swallow as you feel yourself tune out. “Tuck, I’m going to pass out. Call—“
But then you’re out.
Tucker curses as Garrett finally arrives downstairs and blinks.
“I’ll call Beau.” He states matter-of-factly.
-
When you gain consciousness, you feel a pair of lips against your face. You groan, moving away. “Get off..”
“No.”
You groan again, finally moving away. “Yes. I’m annoyed at you.”
He rolls his eyes, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I think it’s the other way around, baby.”
You feel a cool sensation on the back of your head and you remember the frying pan.
“Is Tucker dead yet?”
In the background, you hear him chuckle nervously.
“Nope. He’s still standing.” Beau points out before sitting up. “You okay though?”
You hum, shifting. “I guess.”
He cocks an eyebrow at you. “You guess?”
“Well, considering my boyfriend got up and left without a reason, I have every right to be ‘okay’ after being hit by a pan.”
“That was in the spur of a moment thing.”
“For not a big deal.”
“It was.”
“It wasn’t.”
“It was?”
“Wasn’t,” You sing song. “And for your information, I declined the request.”
Beau instantly melts. “You did?” He looks up at you expectantly.
You smirk. “I was lying.”
He whines, falling back and flopping around.
You giggle, reaching over to grab his jaw. “I’m joking, Beau-Peep.”
“You’re going to kill me one day, girl.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Since you called me a ‘girl’, maybe you shouldn’t get a kiss.”
Oh, he’s quick to react to that.
“What? No. I’m sorry, baby. Gotta give me a kiss after the day I had.”
“Did you get hit by a pan by a hockey player?”
He looks sheepish.
“No.. But my girlfriend almost got stolen from me.”
You smile softly, leaning in. He does at the same time, your lips locking gently. It was always so gentle and sweet with him.
“I love you, Beau.” You murmur softly against his lips, brushing your fingers along the back of his neck. You try to get up.
Beau murmurs a tired “Love you more” back to you. He makes a soft noise, already latching his arms around you. “No. Don’t leave me.”
You laugh, warm and fuzzy. “Baby.”
“Please.”
Who are you to deny him?