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I'm giving every guy in my life a paper star byt I don't know you in real life.

So heres three stars for you cause you're a star ⭐⭐⭐

Love you<3

oooo thank you 🤩🤩😙😙🥰🥰😁😁😎

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MAH HHEART

this but with grayson.

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👍👍

Evangeline is BEAUTIFUL. You're ok ok

…We’re both BEAUTIFUL

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..... She's ETHEREAL...... You're beautiful.... Happy?

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Evangeline is BEAUTIFUL. You're ok ok

…We’re both BEAUTIFUL

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OK OOK OK OK. HEAR ME OUT. So I read Heartless (marissa meyer) like last to last week right?

*still heartbroken over it for anyone wondering*

AND AND AND. Like you know the crow poem?

The one that goes

'one for sorrow

Two for mirth

Three for a wedding

Fourth for a birth' and so on so forth.

Right.

AND what could Jest turn into?

A raven.

Who is his bestfriend?

Raven

One for sorrow?

TWO FOR MIRTH!?

Yes I know the poem talks about crows but still.

When it's both Raven and Jest? It's funny.

When it's JUST Raven? It's SORROW.

😭😭😭😭

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Hyyy. How r u doing?? I'm starting hs. Any tips😭

-Kuhu

Have fun honestly. That's it. We end up studying anyways. So we're too busy doing that. Have fun with your friends.

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Hiiiiiiii hruu :3

Mireya this side<33 new acc

Hehehhehehehehe. I am......busy.....way too busy. I don't like 12th std

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yes

you aare LITERALLY SO PRETTY. I'M SOBBING 😭😭😭

You should.

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HAPPY HOLI!!!! 🫶🏻✨✨

HAPPY HOLI!!!!!!!!!!!! 🎨🎨

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It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

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Scale of Sense Part X

Summary: Xander decides to stay

Warnings: just brothers being brothers

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I ended up cooking lunch, because it turns out that neither Grayson nor Xander could cook. “To be fair, we had people cook for us our whole lives” was their oh so righteous excuse. 

At first I thought that it was ridiculous that somebody had to cook for them their whole lives but then I remembered that they’re richer than anybody I’ve ever met.

I can’t even begin to imagine somebody else cooking for me or my family in our own home.

“Why would we cook when we can pay somebody to do so?” Xander’s voice is cheery and obnoxiously loud, but I love it. It reminds me of when I was little and I was home alone with Marley. It was around the time that mum was in the hospital with Cassie. Dad had to work and we had nobody to look after us. Marley was 7 and I was 12. We would scream and yell and karaoke to the point where I was surprised that we didn’t get a noise complaint. I really miss doing stuff like that with her.

“I’m not gonna lie, I genuinely thought that Grayson was some kind of master chef.” I shrug my shoulders, drying the last plate and putting it away.

“What gave you that idea?” Grayson looked disgusted. As if it was that bad to look like a good chef.

“I don’t know. I guess you kind of carry yourself like one?” I don’t think they understand what I mean. I don’t even completely understand what I’m saying.

“What do you mean?” Grayson seems really offended. He shrugs and straightens his back even more than it already was.

“I guess you just have the confidence of a chef. And you know how to bring heat to the kitchen.”  I give Grayson a pointed look before cleaning the stove. I swear I can see a faint blush on his face.

“So, Xander. How old are you?” The question seems to catch him off guard and he looks at Grayson as if he’s asking for permission to tell me, but Grayson doesn’t react.

He seems so distant. 

It probably has something to do with whatever happened between him and Xander before I came downstairs. 

When I got to the last couple of stairs I could see them talking, but I couldn’t hear anything. However, I did get a look at their faces. Grayson seemed kind of frustrated, and Xander, oh boy, he looked exhausted. To the point I was surprised that he could still stand upright.

Whatever happened between them made both of them cry. I don’t really know Xander, so I don’t know how often he cries, but I can tell this was something that doesn’t happen often, because of that grin that Xander had plastered onto his face. It’s not possible for anybody to just grin like that after they cried. The grin is still present, and it makes me wonder how he manages to be so happy.

And Grayson…Oh deary me, Grayson’s eyes were puffy when we walked into the kitchen. He blamed it on cutting onions, but I know how to read a room. Something happened that was emotionally heavy on both of them.

It makes me wonder what kind of secrets lurk in their perfect family.

Or at least a family that I’m assuming is perfect.

I’m gonna have to ask Blake about that.

“I’m seventeen,” Xander’s voice contradicts his body language. His arms are crossed. That could mean that he’s defensive. Or insecure. “But I’m turning eighteen in December.”

I smile. “So you’re almost legal?”

“Yupp.”

There is a slight awkwardness before Grayson speaks again.

“How long are you staying, Xan?” 

“Not long. I have a few errands to run before I go back home.” Xander grabs his car keys from the island and he shoves them into his jacket pocket. His clothes and personality don’t match. His personality screams light and bright, but his clothes display dark and gloomy. 

It makes me wonder…

“You just landed, yes?” Grayson’s voice is authoritative, but in a different way. I’ve never heard this tone coming from him.

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t you stay the night then?” I beat Grayson to it.

“I’d love to, but I told Nash that I’d be back home tonight.”

“I’ll call him.” Grayson reaches for his phone, but Xander grabs it before he could. 

“Nope. It’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

“Xander.”

“Grayson.”

Grayson goes to grab his phone, but Xander simply lifts his arm. I snort when Grayson tries to reach it. “Give it to me. Now.”

Not everybody bends to the will of Grayson Hawthorne. 

“No, Grayson. I said I’ll be fine.”

“I didn’t ask.”

A grin suddenly breaks out on Xander’s face. “Fine.” Mischief glints in his eyes.

“Xander. No. Don’t even think about it.” Grayson takes a step back.

“Come get it then.” And Xander starts running. 

“Alexander!”

My mouth drops open when I hear Grayson yell.

Where has his composure gone?

I give Grayson a watchful look, waiting to see what he’s going to do. He gives a deep sigh before looking at me. “I have to go find him. He needs to sleep before he drives.” Grayson’s hand moves to the back of his neck. “I apologize.”

I quickly shake my head. “No worries. I have a younger sister and this used to happen all the time.” Grayson raises a brow. “Well not exactly this, but some form of it.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll catch him if he comes to the front door.”

And then Grayson is off too. 

What did I just witness?

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It’s about three hours later and a loud crash comes from upstairs and I jump up from the couch. 

I listen intently for either one of the brothers’ footsteps to come down the stairs. When I hear nothing for a few seconds, I contemplate going upstairs, but at some point Grayson told me to stay out of it. No matter what.

I had no choice but to comply.

I release the breath I was holding when I finally hear footsteps rushing down the stairs. I stand at the entrance of the living room. When Xander reaches the bottom of the stairs, he looks at me with uncertainty. He looks back upstairs and when he looks at me again, he finally speaks. “If I were you, I’d give him a few minutes alone before talking to him.”

His voice is quiet, and so loud at the same time.

“What happened?”

“I won.” Xander gives me Grayson’s phone before walking toward the front door. I stood confused for a few seconds before rushing after Xander. I grab his arm and he tries to pull away in such a gentle way, almost like he doesn’t want to get away.

That’s when the older sister in me kicks in, and I knew, I just knew that he had to stay.

“What?” Xander tries to sound annoyed, but I don’t think it’s possible for him to experience that emotion.

“Stay.” The word is quiet. Welcoming. I don’t want him to feel forced to stay. 

Xander stays quiet. He pulls away from me, taking a step back and I do the same. “You should go check on Grayson.” Changing the subject.

Do all the Hawthornes struggle to talk about their feelings like this? Are all of them really this afraid of confrontation?

“And you should stay.”

Xander shakes his head. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I have stuff to do.”

“It’s just one night, Xander.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes you can.”

“You’re so hardheaded.”

“I prefer steadfast.” Xander’s mouth curls up slightly.

“Fine. I’ll stay. Just for tonight.”

“Good,” I fold my arms, and tilt my head up to give him a look that dares him to challenge me further. “Now, what did you do to your brother?”

Xander bites his bottom lip and he gives me a guilty look. “I might have imposed the delicately violent art of Kyusho Jitzu on him.”

“What?”

“Ever heard of Vasovagal syncope?”

“No?”

“It’s a drop in blood pressure caused by the infliction of pressure on the ST-010, which is a pressure point in the neck. It’s called a Vagus nerve,” Xander looks at me with eyes that scream ‘I’m very interested in the subject’ “Or a Heart Nerve, if you will. The sudden drop in blood pressure makes you faint.” Xander bites his top lip. “And he might have hit a lamp on the way down.”

“Is this normal for you guys?”

Xander gives me a tight-lipped smile. “Basically, yes. I don’t win often though.”

I shake my head with a sigh and I try to keep the smile off of my face. Somebody could’ve gotten seriously hurt.

“You guys are ridiculous.”

“We prefer preposterous.”

I smile and Xander grins in return. “Let’s go make sure that he’s okay.”

“We should probably do that. But before we do, I need to know something.”

“Yeah.”

Xander gives me a long, unfaltering stare before he speaks again. “Did you have sex with my brother?”

My jaw drops and I can feel the heat rushing through my veins. But just thinking about it gave me butterflies.

“The fact that you think that we did is preposterous.” I feign confusion.

“No, actually, it isn’t.”

“What makes you think that we did that?”

“Because the pole isn’t that far up his ass anymore. Grayson enjoyed this little escapade. I can’t tell you when he last did something like this.”

“Well, I had no play in this. I don’t know why he took part in this.”

Xander gives me a tight smile. “You’re a very bad liar.”

I gulp when Xander walks past me and up the stairs. I’m not even that bad a liar. I’m actually a really good liar.

“You should hurry, because Grayson will take my head off if he wakes up and I’m alone with him.”

I sigh. As amusing as that would be, I don’t think I want to be a witness to murder today, so I reluctantly make my way upstairs.

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INK AND INTENTIONS

tattoo artist! mattheo riddle x reader

↳ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 : 1.5k

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : you impulsively decide to get a tattoo to get over your cheating ex. the thing is, you didn’t expect the tattoo artist to be this handsome…

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

the first thing you noticed about him was his hands.

it wasn’t on purpose. it just… happened. the way his fingers drummed against the counter while he flipped through the appointment book, the silver rings catching the dim light of the tattoo shop. his knuckles were inked, veins prominent, like they were meant to do things… dangerous things.

you swallowed.

"you here for a tattoo, sweetheart, or just to stare?"

your eyes snapped up to meet his, and fuck. his gaze was heavy. dark brown, a little amused, a little challenging, like he knew exactly what he was doing. like he’d caught you in a trap and was just waiting to see how you’d squirm.

you squared your shoulders, pushing your hands into the pockets of your jacket. "i want to get ‘angel’ tattooed. lower back."

tatted guy’s lips curled at the edges, something slow and knowing. "angel, huh?" he let the word roll off his tongue like he was tasting it. "interesting choice. you don't really give off the angel vibe, love."

you rolled your eyes, ignoring the way your stomach flipped at the pet name. "i don’t think it’s your job to decide what vibe i give off."

he exhaled a quiet laugh through his nose, head tilting slightly, assessing you. "fair enough," he murmured, and then jerked his chin towards the back of the shop. "come on then. let’s get started."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you didn’t think it’d feel this intimate.

mattheo - that’s what you found out his name was - had told you to lay on your stomach, and now, with your shirt pushed up and the waistband of your jeans tugged slightly down, you were hyper-aware of everything. the cool air on your skin. the way your heart pounded against the leather chair. the fact that his hands.. merlin , his hands, were currently resting on your waist as he positioned you properly.

"you good?" his voice was lower now, quieter.

you hummed, pretending to be unaffected, even though you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin.

he chuckled, the sound rough and teasing. "yeah. you say you’re fine, but you’re stiff as hell. you need to relax for me, angel."

you inhaled sharply. “maybe if you stopped talking, i could relax."

that only seemed to amuse him more. he was enjoying this. the tension. the way you were fidgeting under his touch.

"feisty," he mused. "i like it."

before you could snap back, the buzzing of the tattoo gun filled the silence.

the first sting made you gasp. sharp, shocking. but the pain faded into something else. something warm. something grounding. the needle dragged against your skin in slow, precise strokes, and you could feel mattheo’s focus, the steady pressure of his palm against your hip as he worked.

you bit your lip, trying not to squirm.

"you’re doing good," he murmured after a few minutes.

your fingers clenched into fists at your sides. "don’t.”

"don’t what?"

"talk to me like that."

mattheo smirked, and even though you couldn’t see him, you knew.

"like what, angel?" his voice was dripping with amusement. “like I know exactly what you’re thinking right now?"

your pulse roared in your ears.

"you’re insufferable," you muttered, face burning.

"and you’re fucking adorable when you’re trying not to lose your mind."

you turned your head to glare at him, but the moment your eyes met, your breath hitched. He was already looking at you. like really looking at you, his dark eyes hooded, lips slightly parted.

it was unfair. the way he sat there, tattoo gun in one hand, the other resting so casually on your hip like it wasn’t driving you insane. like he wasn’t completely aware of what he was doing to you.

"you’re staring again," he murmured.

you forced yourself to scoff, even as heat pooled low in your stomach. "shut up."

mattheo just smirked.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

by the time he finished, your legs felt like jelly.

"all done," he said, wiping the tattoo gently before leaning back to admire his work. "you wanna take a look?"

you exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and sat up, moving carefully toward the mirror. when you turned slightly, twisting to get a glimpse, your heart did a weird little flip.

it was… beautiful.

the word angel curved perfectly along the dip of your lower back, delicate and elegant, but still bold enough to make a statement.

mattheo came up behind you, standing close enough that you could feel his warmth against your back. his voice was quiet, just for you.

"looks good on you," he murmured.

you swallowed, pulse hammering. "thanks."

his gaze lingered on yours in the mirror, something unreadable in his expression.

then, slowly, his lips quirked into a smirk.

"hope your ex sees it and loses his fucking mind."

you shook your head, turning away, reaching for your bag. “how do you know?”

mattheo leaned against the counter, giving you a smirk that suggested he already knew.

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “he cheated. with some girl he met at a club. and i… stayed. for a while. tried to convince myself I could forgive him.” you let out a short, humorless laugh. “spoiler alert: i couldn’t.”

his expression shifted, just slightly. something darker, something dangerous flickering behind his gaze.

“some people don’t deserve second chances,” he said, voice smooth, measured.

you huffed. “yeah, well. i figured that out eventually.”

mattheo studied you for a second longer, then, just as easily as he always did, he smirked again. “don’t worry about paying.”

your brows furrowed. “what?”

he shrugged. “consider it a gift.”

you scoffed, shaking your head. “absolutely not. you did the work, i’ll pay for it.”

mattheo leaned in, just slightly. “or,” he murmured, “you could let me buy you a drink instead.”

“i’m not looking for anything,” you said quickly, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

his smirk didn’t falter. if anything, it deepened, something wicked glinting in his eyes. “who said anything about something? no strings, angel. just a drink.”

your breath caught.

you should say no. you should. all the recent events had left you feeling empty, betrayed, and like you’d never find anyone else again.

but the way he was looking at you, the way he had looked at you all night, like he already knew you’d say yes, made your stomach flip. and maybe for once, you didn’t want to overthink it.

your lips parted, heartbeat hammering in your throat. “fine,” you murmured.

mattheo grinned. “good girl.”

and merlin.

maybe this was a terrible idea.

or maybe it was exactly what you needed

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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Feeling very "utha le re baba " lately.

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I love all the unusual ways that say, “I’m thinking about you.”

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The seven and you, Nico and Reyna just sitting in silence at a table, everyone minding their own business.

Y/N: “I have the urge to do something stupid.”

Leo: “I’m stupid, do me!”

Everyone turns to stare at him wide-eyed and you choke on your drink, Piper giving you a few pats on the back.

Leo: “I said that out loud…”

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very. HHow bout you?

hemlo tto my most favorite person ever

Are you well?