#but oh to be loved is to be changed and to love is to be changed too

[drchucktingle]

BEING AN ASSHOLE AS A BRAND

lots of authors have been posting great pieces of advice for up and coming buckaroos and i agree with so much of it. GREAT RESOURCES right now so i thought i would add my own. usually i use words like scoundrel but for meanings sake i will just be direct: dont make being an asshole your brand

let me preface this by saying it should be taken with HUGE grain of salt, you can do whatever you want buckaroo its YOUR art and your personal expression. to be honest i often refrain from ‘advice’ because id rather simply tell what works for me, but i feel like this one is pretty universal.

i am in incredibly rare position to have come up in TWO MAJOR CREATIVE INDUSTRIES and reached ‘traditionally published’ or ‘major film studio contract’ level completely separate from each other, without connections between, and this is ABSOLUTELY a massive factor in the buckaroos who trot long term

there is always a sort of incoming class of buds who rise up, and inevitably a few of them will seem to WANT to make enemies with everyone around them the second they have even the smallest voice. i UNDERSTAND in the sense that we have these legendary jerk artists in our culture. HOWEVER

1 those artists generally let their asshole flag fly AFTER they reached the top and 2 if not, it was a different time, there is simply not enough money in the creative fields for major creative entities to tolerate talented up and coming assholes. it is FINANCIALLY a different timeline now

EVEN SO you can point to a few old big timers who are notorious assholes but i would say its important to consider JUST HOW BIG WOULD THEY BE IF THEY WERE ALSO KIND. what if they were that talented AND watched out for their buds? heres what happened to the 'jerk brands' i trotted up with personally

every single one of them got intoxicated by the identity of being mean or ‘just tellin it like it is’ and then fell directly onto their face. the only ones who escaped were those who started that way on the trot up and IMMEDIATELY pulled it together and stopped and changed course

i know it might seem obvious to many reading this but you would be SHOCKED how many buds thinks it is a COOL IDENTITY to cultivate. some will probably subtweet this haha but listen bud, the directors you trash SEE IT. publishers DONT NEED TO TOLERATE TALENTED ASSHOLES ANYMORE THERES NOT ENOUGH MONEY

important reminder that i am talkin on artists who are PUBLICLY assholes, who trash talk their classmates or their fans. the ones who EMBRACE THIS IDENTITY as a sort of flag to wave because it gets them attention. theres plenty of SECRET assholes who find success, unfortunately. that is other topic

it is also important to say that FIGHTING THE POWERS THAT BE or protesting the scoundrels of the world is not being an asshole. KINDNESS CAN BE STRONG AND DIRECT AND POWERFUL. we need kind, strong buckaroos these days. it is not a weakness to love, and you should speak up for those who need it

so what can be done? what happens if you are reading this post and thinking ‘oh heck i can feel myself falling into asshole trap?’ well as a first reminder you can do anything you want bud, HAVE AT IT because i am not telling you this for MY sake, but if you want some actual advice id say this:

just being kind is MUCH easier than it seems, it only takes a little effort to reach out to your buds, to help, to encourage, to assistant, to talk about how much you liked someones film or song or book. jealousy or frustration are NATURAL feelings, but you dont have to let them run the show.

you MAY have to mourn the times an author couldve reached out for a book event that never happened because you turned them into an enemy. or a record executive read the stuff you said in some interview and pulled the soundtrack slot that was waiting for you on their desk. but IT IS NEVER TOO LATE

YOU can turn those feelings into fuel instead of venom, and GUESS WHAT it will genuinely be great for your art. LOVE is such an incredible driver, even when its manifested from anger or darkness. it takes some work, but i believe its worth it for your heart AND your prospects as an artist. LETS TROT

[meadowfics]

the boy

father!namgyu x f!reader

synopsis: namgyu being a boy dad <3

warnings: a few details are ooc for namgyu.

when you first told namgyu about your pregnancy, his reaction was no reaction.

all you got was silence.

gyu's usual 'confidence' (his fake confidence) faltered, replaced by a furrowed brow and a rare moment of vulnerability.

he didn’t speak for a full minute, just stared at the floor, hands stuffed and twitching in his pockets.

you could practically hear the gears grinding in his head, calculating what this meant for his life.

for months, namgyu struggled.

he’d mutter about how he wasn’t cut out for this, how a kid and how a son would tie him down.

he’d joke, half-seriously, about being a “cool uncle” for someone like thanos or gyeong-su instead, but you saw the fear in his eyes.

fatherhood felt like a cage to someone who thrived on the chaos of club life and drugs.

when jae was born, namgyu didn’t hold him right away.

he stood in the hospital room, arms crossed, watching you cradle the tiny bundle.

namgyu's expression was unreadable, but you caught the way his fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach out but didn’t trust himself to.

it took a week before he finally picked jae up, and even then, it was with a hesitant, almost comical awkwardness.

he acted like he was handling a vip guest list he didn’t know how to manage.

the shift started small.

one night, when jae wouldn’t stop crying and you were exhausted, namgyu took over.

he didn’t say much, just paced the living room with jae against his shoulder, humming a beat from a club track that had been stuck in his head all week.

jae quieted, and namgyu’s smirk held a hint of pride.

that was the first time you saw him soften, the first time he realized he could be a father in some way.

namgyu’s love for jae isn’t traditional.

he’s not the dad who’s gushing over every milestone or snapping a million photos (though he does sneak a few candid shots on his phone, which he’ll never admit to).

gyu's affection comes in quiet, practical ways, wrapped in his signature mix of sarcasm and sincerity.

he calls jae “little man” or “mini menace” instead of cutesy nicknames.

when jae babbles incoherently, namgyu responds like they’re having a serious conversation.

“oh, yeah? tell me more about your grand plans to drool on all of my expensive clothes.”

you catch him grinning when jae giggles back, clearly thrilled by the interaction.

namgyu’s hands, usually flipping through texts on his phone or twitching amongst themselves, have learned to be gentle with jae.

he’s meticulous about changing diapers...not because he loves it, but because he’s determined to be competent.

“i’ve handled drunk idiots, a dirty diaper from my own son isn't crazy,” he’ll mutter, even as he fumbles with the tabs.

you tease him, and he shoots back,

“you’re lucky i’m even doing this, y/n.”

he’s surprisingly good at soothing jae during meltdowns.

namgyu's voice, low and smoothing, becomes jae’s favorite to listen to.

he’ll sit cross-legged on the floor, jae in his lap, and murmur stories about anything stupid until jae’s sobs turn to hiccups.

you’ve walked in on these moments and felt your heart swell.

namgyu doesn’t notice you watching, too focused on his son.

physical affection isn’t his default, but with jae, he’s learning.

he’ll ruffle jae’s tiny tuft of hair or let jae cling to his finger during naps.

once, when he thought you weren’t looking, he pressed a quick kiss to jae’s forehead, then immediately glanced around like he’d been caught doing something illegal.

namgyu’s not big on baby talk.

he speaks to jae like an equal, which is both hilarious and endearing.

when jae babbles, namgyu nods seriously.

“solid argument, crazy head, but i’m still not letting you chew on my airpods.”

namgyu’s love for you, as the mother of his child, is less overt but just as deep.

he’s not the type to shower you with flowery words, but his actions speak volumes.

when you’re exhausted, he’ll wordlessly take jae for the night, telling you to “go sleep, vip, I'll handle it.”

you wake up to find him passed out on the couch with jae sprawled on his chest, both snoring softly.

gyu teases you relentlessly about your parenting skills, but it’s his way of showing affection.

“y/n, you’re gonna turn jae into a wimp with all those cuddles,” he’ll say, but then he’s right there beside you, sneaking an arm around your waist while you both watch jae sleep.

namgyu’s protective streak has grown since jae’s birth.

he’s always been a bit of a lone wolf, but now he’s hyper-aware of keeping you and jae safe.

he’ll check the locks twice before bed or hover a little closer when you’re out with jae, his usual laid-back vibe replaced with a quiet intensity.

late at night, when jae’s finally asleep, namgyu will pull you close, resting his chin on your head.

“we’re doing alright, yeah?” he’ll ask, voice soft.

it’s his way of checking in, of saying he loves you without saying it outright.

you nod, and he’ll kiss your temple, quick and subtle, before changing the subject to something mundane like what to eat for breakfast.

he’s learning to balance his career with fatherhood, which isn’t easy for someone who lives for late-night club promotions and last-minute bookings for people like thanos.

luckily, namgyu's sleep schedule makes it easy for him to stay up with the baby at night while you get to sleep.

namgyu, shockingly, has turned down a few gigs to stay home with you and jae.

though he grumbles and bitches about it, you can tell he doesn’t regret it.

namgyu’s patience is still a work in progress.

when jae throws food or cries for no reason, you see his jaw clench, but he’s gotten better at taking a deep breath and trying again.

“you’re testing me, jae,”

he’ll say, but there’s no real heat in it.

he’s fiercely protective of his time with jae.

if some club staff tease him about being “domesticated,” he’ll cuss them out.

overall, namgyu had to grow with his son in a way.

he loves you, and he loves jae just as much <3

masterlist

[fromrory]

𐔌 ⋮ “It’s not humiliation, it’s love.”

let's pretend damian is wearing a batman pjs pls

The pajamas arrived in a box.

A very pink box.

With glittery tape and a small handwritten note that read:

"For Justice. And Cuteness. ♡ — Your pretty girl"

Damian stared at it like it had personally offended his ancestors.

“You ordered... matching pajamas,” he said slowly, holding up one of the offending garments by the collar. “That combine Batman… and Hello Kitty.”

She—utterly unrepentant in her fleece robe and fuzzy socks—beamed from her spot on his bed. “I designed them myself. It’s a collaboration. Symbolic, even.”

“There is nothing symbolic about a cartoon feline perched on Father’s logo.”

“On the butt, Damian. The Hello Kitty is on the butt.”

His soul left his body.

It takes twenty minutes of negotiation. (“This is emotional warfare.” “This is love.” “I’m being blackmailed with affection.” “Exactly.”)

And another ten of silent glaring while she makes him change behind the bathroom door.

When he finally steps out—scowling, barefoot, and very pink—she gasps so loudly it echoes.

Because there he is.

Damian Wayne, 5’10”, deadliest teen in the tri-state area, wearing a pair of black pajama pants with Hello Kitty holding a Batarang printed across the thighs,and the btman logo across his butt. The top? A soft, black tee with the Bat-symbol shaped like a pink bow.

He looks like a sanrio vigilante.

She clutches her heart. “Oh my god.”

“This never happened,” he growls.

“I’m in love,” she sighs. “I’m gonna frame this memory in my mind forever.”

He crosses his arms, but the sleeves are so soft and slightly too long it just makes him look huggable. “If you take a picture, I’ll dislocate your thumbs.”

She holds up her phone anyway.

He glares.

And then—

He sighs. Long-suffering. And walks over to wrap an arm around her waist. “Fine. One photo.”

The photo is chaos.

Damian looks like he’s being held hostage by feelings. Her face is pure gremlin joy. They’re holding hands. Hello Kitty glows triumphantly in the background.

They think it’ll stay private.

They think wrong.

Enter the Batfam.

Dick: immediately breaks down laughing when he opens the group chat. Batbutts + and the demon's gf bcs she's cool

Dihh: “My baby brother... in Hello Kitty jammies... hugging his girlfriend… I’m gonna pass away.” zombie uwu: “I always knew there was a softcore anime prince under all that stabby rage. 🥲” Timmytomby: “Things I’ll Show the Press if Damian Ever Tries to Take Over Gotham.pp” Blondie: “PLEASE tell me there’s a matching scrunchie involved. I need this for science.” Cassie: Cute. Very soft aura. Must protect. Lightbulb:“Yo can I get a pair in yellow tho???”

The worst part?

Batman sees it. Bruce. Father. Unblinking, stoic, chaos-proof Bruce Wayne.

He doesn’t say anything. Just looks at the photo. Then at Damian. Then back at the photo.

A long silence.

“…Functional fabric?” he asks.

Damian closes his eyes. “Please leave, Father.”

Later, as they're curled up under fleece blankets in the Manor’s media room—She's in her matching set, Damian half-covered in popcorn, both of them squished onto the same beanbag chair—she leans over and whispers:

“You know, this means you’re officially part of the Hello Kitty resistance.”

He groans softly.

She kisses his cheek.

He mutters something about “tactical softness.”

But his hand never leaves hers.

And when she dozes off halfway through Ponyo, head on his shoulder, breath warm and slow—he presses the softest kiss to her hairline and whispers:

“Mine.”

Bonus: Alfred finds the discarded pajama packaging the next day. He does not speak of it.

But later that week, two mugs appear on the breakfast table.

One with a Bat-symbol.

The other with Hello Kitty.

Both say: “Gotham’s Cutest Couple.”

Damian drinks from his without a word.

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[rotapathetic]

͏͏͏✧ ྅ ˚ . ᯇ * TWITCH STREAMER!RAFE IS LIVE ㅤ⁝ㅤ opening p.o. mail ۫ : .

❛i get why you hid her i would too❜ : bold text is stream chat! 💬

rafe cut the tape of the box, glancing at the chat. “my p.o. box is linked in discord i think, but mods, could you link it and pin it? thanks.” he looked down when he finally got the box open.

“alright, first one of the day. i’ll name this stream p.o. mail then change it later. there is a lot, and i’m opening them all because i’ve been meaning to get to it, so buckle in i guess.”

user pretty box user is it cool if i just send a letter? i don’t have any items to send right now user open mine next!!

“you don’t even have to send anything, but if you do, it most definitely doesn’t have to be an item. i love letters and i appreciate them, that’s totally fine. . and let me know which box is yours when you see it,” he addressed both chats.

rafe pulled out the first thing inside which was a little packaging. he opened it, pulling out a couple of keychains. some of them had legos attached or a little trinket, or just pretty stones. “woah, this is cool. you know your stuff, you know i like legos. this will make me use keychains more, thank you. is it okay if i give the others to someone? she’ll love them.”

user that’s my box! yes, i made the other ones for her lol

rafe read the chat, raising a brow. “oh, really? that’s so nice. yeah, she’ll go crazy. i’ll set them aside for her.”

rafe clipped one of the chains onto his pants, putting the rest away. he reached back into the box, pulling out a funko pop and a blind box. rafe chuckled when he noticed the difference. “did you make a his and hers box? one thing for me, the other for her?”

user at first i was mainly putting in things for her 😭 then i remembered i should put stuff you like too user that’s such a cute idea user she’ll love that

“that’s insanely kind you thought of her. she’ll really appreciate it.” rafe grabbed the last thing which was a note. he read it aloud, “‘hi, rafe. i just wanted to give you some things in return for giving me a new favorite streamer lol. i watched one vod a month ago and have since watched like all of your streams. you’re pretty funny i guess. there’s stuff for both of you guys in here so hope you like them,’ and then she drew a smiley face,” rafe finished the letter.

“don’t try to humble me about being funny, you know i am. but thanks so much. i keep all of these letters just so you guys know. i don’t throw them out or anything.”

user sweeettt user there he goes trying to be funny again

rafe put the items back inside the box, separating the letter, and put it to the side. “alright, next box. this is from. .” rafe tilted the box to read the name, “a crochet business. oh, that’s cool, my girlfriend crochets,” he opened it, pulling out a note. he read it aloud, “‘big fan of your streams! but i heard your girlfriend likes crochet. . so i made some things for her. hopefully she likes them!,’” rafe read.

“and this is her business,” rafe held up the box where there was a qr code and the name of their shop.

user wait this is all for her awhh

“she will really like this. i’ll let her open it.” rafe stood and walked off camera to roll over another gaming chair and put it next to his.

user wait a minute. . user awh she has her own chair

“pretty girl. .” rafe called out, “could you come here?” rafe looked to the doorway, waiting for you. when you appeared, slightly nervous, rafe held out a hand. “there’s something for you.”

you made your way to him, accepting his hand, then placing both on his shoulders, glancing over them to see what he held. “what is it?”

“sit down, you have to open them.” rafe looked over his shoulder to you. so you did, sitting in the chair he pulled over. the chair he bought when you told him you felt comfortable to be on camera now. the chair he had customized, despite your reluctance.

you sat, putting your hands in your lap, avoiding looking into the camera. that’s probably weird to do.

user dude finally user reveal!!! user wait chat don’t make a big deal or she’ll never come back user i get why you hid her i would too user prettyyy user hi!!

rafe handed you the box, giving all of his attention to you instead of the viewers. he wanted to make sure you felt as comfortable as possible and not like thousands of people were watching you.

“opening my p.o. mail and someone sent you some crochet items. want to see the note?” your eyes widened, taking in the box. “really? yeah, can i see?” you reached for the note, reading it. your shy disposition faltered slightly at seeing something cute, and it was made for you. you slightly pouted as you read, looking up to rafe. “no way. rafe, this is so sweet.”

rafe bit a smile, nodding. “it is. i said you would like it.”

you looked to the monitor that displayed the chat, trying to catch all of the chats, but they were moving pretty quickly.

user what’s your @ ?? user open it!! user i think the owner is in the chat user yeah, she’s freaking out

“um. . to whoever sent this, thank you. i will for sure check you out. i know i’ll love this,” you looked back down to the package, opening it. inside was one balaclava, a plushie, headphone covers, and a keychain.

you were in awe as you pulled out each item, showing them to the camera. “i have to wear this balaclava, it’s so cute. you know my color palette,” you put it on, looking to rafe. “cute, right?”

he couldn’t hold back his smile now, pulling out his phone to take a picture. “i have to capture this. baby’s first stream and mail.”

user i’m sooo happy for you guys love that really user is it okay if i make fan art of you??

rafe read the chat, grabbing another package, this one smaller than the first two. “if you could draw me, that’d be dope, yeah.” rafe opened it, pulling out two small containers.

user not you! sorry, her

rafe was still frowning at the items, unsure what they were as you read the chat for him. “me?” you pointed a finger to your chest. “that would be awesome, yes it’s okay. you don’t have to!”

rafe was still unaware of the chat, scrunching a brow, and tilting the item up. “are these nails? ohhh, they’re nails.” rafe showed the little containers to you. you gasped, grabbing them. “oh my gosh, these are so cute! i love them,” you examined them both, both sets nail sets you would wear. how did someone know you would like these?

rafe looked to the monitor. “do you guys want me to just leave the stream?” he partially joked, mostly serious.

user yes! user i mean we weren’t going to say it

you shook your head, “no, this is your thing. i’m sure there is stuff for you, of course.” you showed the nails to the camera. “guys, look at how adorable. is your business name somewhere?”

you turned the package around, spotting the name. “pretty and pressed, that’s so cute. i really like these, thank you so much. okay, rafe’s turn. no more me.” you even rolled your chair back a little, putting the attention on him.

rafe rose a brow, pulling your chair back by the armrest, closer to him this time. “right. . on to the next. .” he grabbed a bigger box with wording on the top. “e.l.f.? it’s not christmas time?”

your head swiveled to look at the box. “no, it’s not. .” rafe shrugged, showing the box to you. “yeah, e.l.f. you know them?”

user no way!! user hello? 😭 user not the christmas elf rafe!

“rafe, this is a makeup brand. that can’t be right. .” you didn’t want to accept another gift on a stream that isn’t even yours! “they have products men can use, skincare stuff. i’m sure that’s for you.” you tried to rationalize.

rafe opened the lid, grabbing the note that lied on top. he read aloud, “‘we heard there was a mystery girl that your chat has been going crazy over! no pressure, just let her know we have some items we think she’d love! love, the e.l.f. team,’” rafe read.

user oh she’s getting pr!!

“baby, this is for you! that’s so cool. this is cool, right? i still don’t know who they are.” rafe tried handing the box to you. instead, you sat still, staring it. “there’s stuff you can use in there, right?” you asked.

rafe looked into the box, shaking his head. “no, this looks like makeup.” he tried handing it over again.

you stammered. “but rafe. . this is really cool, yes, and i’m grateful, but where’s your mail? why do i have so much?”

rafe smiled at your upset face. “because they thought exactly what i did when i first saw you. wanted to buy you things before i even talked to you.”

[telephoniii]

SUMMER LOVIN’ HAD ME A BLAST

☆彡 in which you spend your summer with the NRC boys in different ways

NRC boys x reader

word counter: 6K

tags: established relationship, reader is prefect, tooth rotting fluff, possible ooc

a/n: it's been a while! i hope my writing isn't too rusty. i tried to make each one unique to their character! i hope you enjoy :>

ace trappola

Water balloon fight!… Except he’s the most unfair person on the planet. He’ll take you to the beach and bring a cooler, claiming he knew you’d start whining about the heat. Well, that was part of the reason. One half of the cooler had waters and soda. The other? Filled to the brim with water balloons. He makes sure you’re completely unaware when he strikes (EVIL). You’ll probably be peacefully walking along the shore when BOOM. You feel a smack on your head. Turning, you see your oh-so-lovely boyfriend standing a good distance behind you with his arms full of water balloons. You’re funny if you think he’s holding back. He’s funny if he thinks you’re not gonna chase him. It’s a relief the beach was empty that day because you two start running around like chickens. It gets worse once you find out where he’s keeping the water balloons. By the end of it, you both are soaked without even going into the ocean.

deuce spade

Blastcycle ride! He takes you on the back his blastcycle around a nice little secluded area. Honestly, it doesn’t matter how long you two have been together, Deuce is going to be internally panicking before you guys go. He wants it to be the upmost romantic! Sunsets are romantic, right?! Spends an ungodly amount of time brainstorming ways to make the mood more romantic. Gives you a bouquet of roses when he first picks you up. He wasn’t prepared for you to pluck two of the roses, attaching one to his shirt and the other to your hair. Deuce’s face flushed a bright red, nearly matching the rose. Then he feels insanely bad once you guys start driving on the blastcycle because the wind blows both your roses away. You laugh, saying you already knew it was going to happen but he’s internally cursing himself for not going slower. He slowly but surely starts to relax as you two drive. He’s always loved driving blastcycles and it’s quite the endearing sight to have you holding onto him, laying your head against him as you watch the sunset. He observes the way the wind blows your hair and thinks you’ve never looked better. You chat a bit, and soon enough he’s not overthinking at all. He’s just enjoying the amazing view with you. You have that effect on him— one that eases all his worries.

cater diamond

Shopping spree! Takes you to the mall, looking for cute bathing suits for both of you. Of course, you two get distracted and start making outfits for the other to try. He records it as you walk out of the changing room, strutting in some absurd outfit with full confidence. You record him as he walks out and absolutely owns whatever outfit you picked for him. At another store, he buys matching keychains and bracelets for both of you! Probably buys one of those corny bracelets that says ‘his’ and ‘hers’, but he loves it. With your keychains, he’d want to do a photo booth with them to show them off. On the last photo, he’ll turn to kiss you for the camera. His lips are soft, gentle, and passionate against yours as he holds your jaw, tilting your head. Except he doesn’t stop after the picture is taken. You two may or may not make out in the photo booth. A knock on the side of the photo booth takes both of you out of la la land. You walk out red in the face; he walks out with the fattest grin on his face. Shameless. His Magicam stories is filled with pictures of you two together. Once he’s home, he’ll stare at the pictures you took together. There’s a small, genuine smile on his face as he already plans the next hangout in his head. He can’t get enough of you.

trey clover

Homemade ice cream! Trey feels as though he doesn’t handle the heat the best. His solution? Ice cream, obviously! Originally, he invited you over to just try the ice cream, but then it turned into you wanting to help him make it. Watching his favorite person participate in his favorite hobby? Yeah, he has no objections. You’ll probably have him churn both of yours since it starts to hurt your wrists and he’s already used to it. He’s got those baker wrists so he’s immune. The first batch you two make would probably be a simple vanilla. His turns out better than yours and he offers to give you his. However, instead of caving, you propose just making more ice cream. Again, no objections from this man. He’s down bad, he’ll go along with practically everything you want. (Malewife fr) The second round you guys are making different flavors. He’ll give you all the ingredients you need to make your favorite flavor while he makes strawberry ice cream for Riddle. Yours turns out better this time around! With pride, you get a spoonful and feed it to Trey who gives you his hum of approval. He fondly watches as you eat another scoop, some excess ice cream on your lips. When he asks for another taste, you’re happy to oblige. You just don’t expect him to grab your waist and pull you in for a hungry kiss.

riddle rosehearts

Zoo date! He wanted to go for educational purposes, just in case he had future classes on different animal species. You insisted on tagging along. Riddle was surprised how much he enjoyed having you there with him. The zoo felt less like learning trip and more… fun. He’ll still read every fact about the animals, but there’s a heartfelt smile that appears on his lips as he watches you point at an animal beside him. You bring out his childlike wonder as you drag him around the zoo, fawning over all the animals. After spotting a decent amount of people in line, you quickly find out there was an animal feeding going on. Turning towards Riddle, you asked if he wanted to do it with you. He doubts he would’ve agreed to it if anyone else asked, but the way your eyes shined as you looked at him compelled him to say yes. For the record… he was totally NOT intimidated by the giraffe’s height when he was feeding it. The giraffe simply startled him is all. Yeah. However, the way Riddle lit up at the sight of flamingos was adorable. He was nervous to feed them, but with your encouragement, he held out the bowl to the creature. The pink birds seemed to flock towards Riddle as more and more came to surround him. You couldn’t help but laugh as your boyfriend panicked a bit. When Riddle glanced over at you laughing, he couldn’t look away. He was so glad you came along.

jack howl

Swimming! Savanaclaw has their own dorm pool and Jack uses it to his advantage. Whether it’s during the school year or the middle of break, Jack is always determined to improve his strength. You’ll likely sit at the edge of the pool, dipping your toes in as you watch your boyfriend doing laps in the water. It’s adorable watching him swim as you rarely get to see his ears and tail get wet. At some point, he’ll swim up to you, asking you to time how fast he could swim from one end to the other. He got 42 seconds. You joked that you could beat that time. Big mistake. Now you guys have to race. Whether you’re a good or bad swimmer doesn’t really matter much as Jack is stupidly determined to win. Friendly competition gets him fired up. He looks way too proud of himself as he wins for the umpteenth time. You can’t help yourself when you splash at him. Another big mistake. Now you guys are splashing back and forth, giggling like kids. He’d never say it to your face, but he was definitely going easy on you. You just looked too cute when you’d start to get the upper hand. There’s a point where you get too close to him and Jack ducks under water. It’s like he disappeared. You can’t find him anywhere until he appears from under you, hoisting you onto his shoulders as he abruptly stands up. He’d do it a thousand times over if it meant seeing that expression on your face again.

ruggie bucchi

Fishing! It’s a secret talent of his that he takes pride in. He takes you to fishing pond where the two of you sit together and try to catch something. The first fish he catches freaks you out a bit with how much it flailed around. Being the cheeky hyena he is, naturally he chased you around with it. After that, he offers to help you catch something. Please say yes because it’s totally worth it the way he puts his hands over yours and murmurs instructions into your ear. His usual attitude makes it easy to forget how focused he can get when he wants to be. Ruggie is in Spelldrive and works countless part time jobs. That boy knows how to lock in. He doesn’t see the effect his voice and touch has on you until after you catch the first fish. And once he does it goes STRAIGHT to his head. Lots of smug grins and teasing. Once he knows you got it, he’ll let you fish on your own. Don’t underestimate how good he is at fishing because after you’ve caught your second one he’s got like four new ones in the bucket. Yeah. ‘Just a hobby’ my ass. By the end, you’ve got more than enough fish to feed the whole dorm of Savanaclaw. And Ruggie has no intention of sharing it with anyone besides you. They can catch their own food! He just wants to feast with you tonight. You cook it together. The way he practically drools at the sight of the fish is so pure. He splits the food 50/50 with you. If it were anyone else, he’d try to pull a one over on them with a 30/70 or something. But he doesn’t have the heart to do it to you. The fish tastes better eating it with you anyways.

leona kingscholar

Henna tattoos! He went back to his hometown during the summer since he got annoyed by Falena and Neji’s nagging. You wanted to tag along and he reluctantly agreed. Leona didn’t really want you to meet his family, but the thought of you wearing clothes from his culture had his head spinning. You mainly stayed in the guest bedroom of the palace, which in itself was huge. Leona was, unfortunately, real busy. Cheka was more than happy to keep you company though! You walked around the outside of the palace with Cheka, asking if he was even allowed out there. He cut you off as he yanked your arm towards a small stand. The lady at the stand seemed to recognize Cheka, giggling at his antics. She soon explained to you that she does Henna. Once Cheka comes of age, she’s going to be the one to give him a traditional Kingscholar tattoo. Kind as ever, she also offers to give you one, free of charge. Any guest of the royal family is a guest of hers. It’s hard to decline when Cheka happily shoves one of the paper design examples in your face, saying it would look good on you. The lady at the stand assures you the Henna isn’t permanent. You cave and send a picture of it to Leona. To your surprise, he sends a picture back of a matching tattoo on his back. Once he sees you in person, he immediately kisses your tattoo and smudges it a bit. He laughs if you get annoyed. Leona can’t stop kissing you; look so beautiful with a tattoo that matches his.

floyd leech

Boogie boarding! He’s tried surfing and the rush of standing on water is so much fun!! Floyd initially plans to surf with you and you agree. Neither of you owned surfboards though so you had to go out and buy new ones. As you were looking at the designs, there was one that reminded you of the Monstro Lounge. Except it wasn’t a surf board. It was a boogie board. “What’s that?” Floyd asked, draping himself over your shoulders as he stared at the board in your hands curiously. “Oh, it’s a boogie board. It’s basically a surf board but instead of standing on it you lay on your stomach and ride the waves—“ The leech immediately snatched that board from your hands and bought it. It was like love at first sight for this mad lad. He immediately ran into the water directly into a wave, plopping his stomach down on the board. Floyd was a natural. It was hard not to admire him; shirtless and wet with the biggest grin on his face. He caught onto your ogling and assumed you wanted a spin on the boogie board. Definitely forces you to try it. If you fall off the board he’s laughing and saying, “Wow! You’re almost as bad as Azul!” If you don’t fall, he’s making fun of you. “You look drenched, Shrimpy! I’m surprised you didn’t drown!” Yeah, this guy is the worst. He does love you though. It shows when he gives you his towel and helps you dry off.

jade leech

Hiking! You already knew it was coming. Let’s hope you can keep up because the way he hikes up so fast is insane. And he’s rarely shooting you a glance, way too focused on the beauty of the mountains. It isn’t until he starts rambling on about how you should join the Mountain Lover Club when he realizes you’ve fallen behind. He blinks in surprise as he turns around, looking for you. Soon enough, he finds you sitting down on a rock trying to catch your breath. You apologize for the slow down and he shakes his head, saying he should’ve been more aware of your stamina. His eyes widened as you moved to pull out a small mushroom from your pocket, saying that you picked it since you knew he’d like it. That toothy grin of his makes its way onto his face as he leans forward to give you a kiss. The thought of you doing that specifically for him makes his heart swell. In fact, it swells so much that he bends down in front of you and tells you to get on his back. Now he’s insistent on carrying you the whole way through the hike. No objections. Jade is slower this time around. It’s partly due to the added weight on his back, but also because he told you to look out for any more of those mushrooms so you two could pick them together. Once you’re at the top of the mountain, the two of you have a bag full of mushrooms. It’s getting late and Jade lays down beside you on a patch grass. He goes through the different mushrooms in the bag, explaining the origin and purpose of each one. You ask which is his favorite. Jade takes a moment to think it over. Eventually picks the first one you gave to him— the one you pulled out of your pocket. That one is especially special to him from now on.

azul ashengrotto

Leomade stand! Summer is prime time for lemonade sales and Azul fully intends on seizing the opportunity. As he sets up a lemonade menu for the Monstro Lounge, you playfully suggest he makes a lemonade stand while he was at it. You had no idea that he’d actually take you seriously. Now, there you were, sitting next to your boyfriend outside of NRC as you sold lemonade. It brought back a certain nostalgia. Azul lightly scolded you as you drank some of the lemonade the two of you were selling. You shrugged, claiming you didn't want to get dehydrated before handing him the cup and told him he should drink some as well. Azul lightly tapped the cup, considering it before caving and taking a small sip. He furrowed his brows as he looked up and was met with your smug grin. “… Why are you looking at me like that?” “You drank from the same exact spot as me. Indirect kiss!” Azul’s face lit a bright red. He stuttered before telling you that your antics were bad for business. You rolled your eyes. He went silent for a few moments before speaking up, his voice quieter than before. “What if I gave you a direct kiss?” Your lit up at his comment. He was too endearing, shyly asking if he could kiss you despite that fact you were already dating. With your permission, he leaned forward and closed the distance between you two. Once he pulled away, you murmured, “You taste like lemonade.” Azul let out a tiny scoff. “Wow. What a surprise.”

kalim al asim

Summer party! He’d arranged a huge party at Scarabia and invited everyone from NRC. How could he not celebrate the season nearly everyone looks forward to! It was as lavished as it could get with crazy amounts of food, pretty lights, a big pool, and, of course, amazing music! Out of everyone he invited, he was most excited to celebrate with you! He almost bought you your own separate cake before Jamil talked him out of it! Once you arrived, he was glued to your hip. He just wanted to be around you the whole time! How could he want to do anything else when the fairy lights bring out a certain sparkle in your eyes that made him want to stare at you forever? Although he’s always friendly with everyone, it's obvious that his energy shifts when your around. His eyes are just drawn to you during every party game. Every chance he gets, he partners with you! Chicken fight in the pool? Get on his shoulders, you two are sure to win together! Cup pong? Join his team and lets see who can score more! Once the night comes, he holds his hand out to you and asks for a dance. One dance turns into the rest of the night as you two enjoy one another company. Whether it's an upbeat song he could break dance or a slow song to sway to, he’ll dance the night away with you next to him! It doesn't even matter if you’re good or bad at dancing, as long as your having fun then he is too! As you watches you move your hips to the beat, he wishes for this night to last forever.

jamil viper

Festival! Kalim and his family were hosting this fancy festival to celebrate the arrival of summer. Jamil assumed he’d be busy the entire night protecting Kalim. Despite this, he encouraged you to go to the festival with friends. He knew it’d be something you’d enjoy, and Jamil wanted nothing more than for you to be happy, even if he couldn't be there with you. You agreed but promised to stop by and spend some time with him as he watched over Kalim. Jamil stood by the young Al Asim, watching as he mingled with other high-class families. To his surprise, he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. He recognized the man as a knight to the Al Asim family. The knight not-so-kindly told Jamil that he was not needed and that his presence— the presence of a Viper— was ruining the image of the Al Asims. Jamil furrowed his brows, about to argue back before he heard a familiar laugh in the distance. Yours. You stood at one of the festival games, laughing as you missed another hoop… Maybe being away from Kalim wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. He hugged you from behind, a sly smile as he met your surprised gaze. “Mind if I steal you away for the rest of the night?” “I’d love that, Jamil.” He intertwined his hand in yours as he whisked you away from the crowds. Jamil took you to a cozy spot where the two of you could sit and watch the firework show together. You rested your head on his shoulder as he wrapped a hand around your waist. Although the way the fireworks lit up the sky was pretty, nothing matched the way the light illuminated against you perfectly. For a few moments, you were the only thing that existed in Jamil’s world. Although he bound to Kalim by law, Jamil’s devotion towards you was completely his choice. And he loved it.

epel felmier

Apple picking! He’s more than eager to take you to meet his family. So when they tell him its prime apple picking time, he grabs you by the arm and takes you through the magic mirror with little explanation. His family absolutely adores you. They show you all the best spots in their farm to pick apples, teaching you techniques that you’d never even think of. You and Epel are outside, with you holding the basket of apples as he grabs the harder to reach ones. It starts turning into a game where he throws you an apple and you catch it with the basket. You’re out of breath and he’s laughing watching you run around trying to catch these apples. His meemaw shouts from inside to knock it off before someone gets hit in the head with an apple. Epel reluctantly stops but throws you one more apple for good measure. He teaches you how to carve the apples! The bruised ones needed to be carved anyways, might as well teach you in the meantime! Epel watches you carefully, making sure you don't accidentally get cut when carving. No, he totally does NOT get sappy when he watches you carve your initials together in an apple. So what if he carved a heart around it? It's just because he thought it’d look nice! No other reason… His meemaw passes by and gives him a knowing look. Epel almost explodes on the spot when Marja says, “This one’s a keeper, boy! I expect grandchildren!”

rook hunt

Camping! He’s a hunter and a sucker for the woods. Rook sets up most of the camp. It's not that he doesn't allow you to help, rather that he’s super speedy and efficient at what he does. In the blink of an eye, he’s got a fire going and everything. Definitely bought you your own separate tent to sleep in, but when you tell him you’d like to sleep beside him he swiftly takes it down with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. Brings a camera to observe all the woodland creatures. Unfortunately for him, the woodland creatures are definitely afraid but his presence. You sigh as you watch your boyfriend climb a tree to take a picture of an unsuspecting animal. This guy is lucky you love him. Coincidentally, the animals actually seem to like you. They come to the little spot you and Rook have set up as a camp and chill around the fire. Rook feels his heart melt at the sight of a few squirrels sitting next to you while you made smores. Beautiful creatures all sitting together in harmony? He thanks the heavens for this sight and snaps a picture with his camera. Rook approaches slowly and calmly. The animals are almost scared away but with small encouragements from you, they stay. Rook is over the moon at this, happy to be so close to the critters. It's an adorable sight to see as he holds a tiny chipmunk in his hands, the fire illuminating the sparkle in his eyes. You scoot towards him, offering him a taste of your smore. Rook nods before catching you off guard with a kiss. “It tastes truly delightful. Especially on your lips, Trickster~”

vil schoenheit

Spa day! He has an image to maintain, but being able to relax while being taken care of with you beside him? Sounds like paradise. Vil doesn't exactly trust you to massage and take care of his scalp— he’s got enough money to hire actual professionals— but he’ll happily do it for you! He finds it quite endearing the way you relax under his touch as he shampoos and conditions your hair. What he does allow you to do is put face masks on him. It's easy to fix if you mess up and he quite likes the proximity. Vil has to hold himself back from kissing you as you sit in his lap, pressing the mask against his skin. Instead, he settles for lightly squeezing your hip as he does the same for you. He’ll happily get full body massages, pedicures, and manicures for the both of you— all on his wallet of course. Except he asks that they don't paint yours or his nails. He wants to do that with you. Another easy fix in his book if you mess up the polish. Vil absolutely adores that determined little look on your face as you carefully paint his nails. Once you pull back with a satisfied grin, he gives you a hum of approval no matter how good or bad of a job you did. He’ll match nails with you, delighted to see a part of himself on you. Once his face mask is off he’s definitely smashing his lips against yours. Just to see if your lips need a lip mask of course. No other reason. Vil’s kisses always leave you breathless. The sight of you panting because of him with your hair and nails all pretty has him the most relaxed he’s been in years. How could he not enjoy himself when you're around? Your beauty is matched only by his own in his eyes.

ortho shroud

Sand castles! Since his older brother is such a recluse, Ortho by association hasn't been out much. Hearing that he’s never built a sand castle, you felt the need to fix that! You took him to small beach with a bunch of plastic toy shovels, molds, and buckets. Ortho was more than enthusiastic to try! He had a waterproof activation system and felt that he was finally putting it to use. At first it was… rough. He scooped two buckets filled with water and dumped them ontop of the castle. He had the spirit! Just not the knowledge. Well— at first. With a quick searches on the web, suddenly he went from noob to mob boss in an instant. You’ve never seen a sand castle that huge before. It had a whole opening system and everything! Made out of sand! The gate to the castle was moveable and the designs were so intricate you’d think Ortho was an actual architect. Other people at the beach came to ogle at the masterpiece. Craziest part? Ortho continued to add on to it to make it even bigger. Bigger is an understatement. The robot built an ACTUAL castle that you could walk inside of. On the beach. What the fuck. Once it got late out, the beach manager walked up to you and Ortho before asking if he could turn it into a preserve. An actual sand castle is sure to attract some visitors and curious eyes. Ortho was more than happy to agree. He was even more happy to claim that YOU built it instead of him! Probably because they asked for the builders first and last name. Considering that he’s a Shroud, he didn't want to garner his parents unnecessary attention and said your name. When you return to the dorms, Idia runs to interrogate both of you about the ‘Real Life Sand Castle Built By NRC Students!’ headline that was on his screen.

idia shroud

Movie marathon! No matter what season it is, Idia isn't fond of going outside. The solution? Watch animes of fictional people going outside with you! He writes down a list of anime summer movies that he’s been wanting to watch. The main reason he hasn't is because watching them makes him feel even more alone. But, if you’re watching them with him? How could he feel alone when he’s got the most OP person in the universe as his partner? Once all the movies come in, you both are pulling all nighters! He’s got your favorite snacks and grabs all his comfy blankets. Much to Idia’s embarrassment, you asked if you could wear matching hoodies of this one power couple in one of the movies you were going to watch. How could he say no when you looked at him like that?! Needless to say, the whole time you guys were watching that movie, Idia was saying, “Literally us.” and tugging on your hoodies. You dug threw some of the snacks he got for the movie marathon, finding a box of popsicles. He took the blue one, you took the red one. By the end of it, you both had purple tongues though. As you start to drift to sleep at the ripe time of 5AM, Idia can’t help but admire your sleepy state. He wonders what he did to get protagonist levels of lucky to have you by his side.

sebek zigvolt

Collecting sea shells! When Malleus mentioned admiring the unique patterns each sea shell had, Sebek got the bright idea to collect the prettiest sea shell so he could to bring it to his master! You, happy to see your boyfriend so motivated, agreed to help. Every shell on that beach was heavily scrutinized under Sebek’s eyes. It was hard to find one he was happy with. Too big. Too small. Too round. Too sharp. Too zigzag-y. Like, okay Goldie Locks. You were starting to think there wasn't a single shell that he’d be happy with. Sitting down on the sand, you let out a small sigh while watching the waves. Sebek was next to you, digging in the sand for any hidden shells. Watching the ocean, you couldn't help but notice a pretty, little shell wash up on shore. You abruptly stood up, walking towards it. “Sebek! Sebek! Look at this one!” In his eyes, it really wasn't all that different from the rest. But he couldn't help but notice the way you looked at it like it was the most treasured jewel you’ve ever seen. The way you smiled as you held it out to him made his heart flutter. Something in him hoped that you looked at him like that during the times he wasn't paying attention. The thought flustered him, his cheeks turning pink as he looked at the shell. “… I-It’ll work.” He mumbled. Your smile widened as you held his arm. “Really?! I’m so glad! I was starting to think I wasn't gonna be much help!” Sebek glanced towards you, still a bit red in the face. To him, you were always a help. Whether it be a mood booster, another pair of hands, or a discovery of so many emotions he’s never felt before. You were always helping him learn more about himself, something he’d be eternally grateful for.

silver

Hammock naps! Silver wanted to make the most of his summer, causing him to go out a lot during it. He didn't want to sleep the season away. However, he’s been falling asleep in dangerous places. It’s starting to wear down on him to the point where you suggested he take a break. He sighed, confiding in you that he really wanted to make memories of the summer but struggled with his condition. An idea appeared in your mind. “Have you ever slept on a hammock?” Silver raised his brow, shooting you a curious look. “… I don’t believe I know what that is.” You were more than happy to buy one for the two of you to try. He helped attach it to the trees, making sure it was stable enough for both of you. Once inside, you immediately started to swing in it, catching him off guard. “What’re you—?” “C’mon’ it’s part of the fun!” Silver couldn't help the soft laughs that escaped his throat at your antics. To you, it was a heavenly sound. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer as he rested his head on top of yours. “Thank you for this…” He murmured. You pressed a small kiss to his shoulder. “I’ll be dreaming of you.” Silver hummed before dozing off. And he wasn't lying. His dreams were always full of you. This time, it was you and him just laying there till the end of time. With you snuggled against him. Together.

lilia vanrouge

Pottery! The old bat has done a lot in his lifetime. Pottery isn't one of them. It’s been on his bucket list for a while, but he just hadn't found a good time to try it. You, knowing this, bought him an at home pottery set. Which might've been the worst decision ever. He was over the moon about it, smothering you with kisses before quickly unboxing the set and trying it out. You both stood in the Diasomnia kitchen with aprons as you read over the instructions. They sounded confusing. So, Lili just shrugged and decided to go for it. Turns out it’s not as easy as it looked. Clay splattered everywhere— on the table, on the counters, and on your faces. Lilia let out a hearty laugh seeing you covered with clay because of him. He wiped some of it off your cheek with a grin. “Looks amazing on you, dear.” Lilia murmured before giving you a try. After what Lilia did, there was no way you could do any worse. You ended up making a flimsy little vase. It was far from pretty, but it had Lilia awestruck. “Let’s put it in the oven! Quick!” He held it like it was his newest son. You tilted your head to the side, amused by his behavior. “Are you sure you don't wanna try and make a better one? That was my first attempt and it definitely shows.” You chuckle, causing him to shake his head. “Shh! You’ll hurt its feelings!” Nothing you make could ever be ugly in Lilia’s eyes. And this vase was one of them. To him, it solidified the fact that you bought and did all this for him. And that meant a lot. He’d love and cherish anything else you made. As long as you’d keep making them for him.

malleus draconia

Lanterns! You and Malleus usually take midnight strolls no matter the season. However, he got curious when he saw pretty colors illuminating the night sky. After a bit of research, you told him how some workshop planned on releasing lanterns every Friday of summer. He was more than eager to participate in this human ritual. The next Friday rolls around and he drags you to the spot. His presence demands attention of course, so the two of you are quickly provided with the materials you need. Malleus gets stumped when it comes to decorating his lantern. So many ideas… he struggles to settle on one. Just as he turns to you for advice, his eyes widened and his heart starts beating a little faster as he sees yours. On your lantern, you had him painted on there. It was a chibi version, but it was clearly him by the horns. “How creative.” He hummed in amusement, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Motivated by the sight, he takes great caution as he begins to paint on his. Each stroke is careful and calculated. In the end, he painted you on his lantern in return. It was a much more detailed version compared to yours, but that made it all the more charming. Your heart swelled at the sight before another idea popped in your mind. You painted half of heart on your lantern before glancing towards him. “You should paint the other half on yours! That way when they’re in the sky, all the other lanterns know they’re connected.” Malleus grinned at the idea, swiftly agreeing and painting the other half of the heart. Once it was time to light them, he sat beside you and you two lit it at the same time, watching them drift off into the sky. Malleus couldn't help but think over your words again. His mind wandered to the heart halves you both painted. “Even as lanterns, we find our way back to each other.” He mused, intertwining his hand in yours. “I’ll love you in every universe.”

[harrysfolklore]

Future wife pre Silverstone dinner with George and fam?! Or!! A look back on Silverstone with them over the years 🥹

something short but i wanted to write for our favorite babies before silverstone !

You're parked outside your parents' house for the Silverstone weekend family dinner, but Lando's lips on your neck are making it very difficult to remember why you need to go inside.

"We're going to be late," you breathe, even as you tilt your head to give him better access.

"Mhm," he hums against your skin, "Probably."

"My parents are waiting..."

"Five more minutes," he murmurs, finding that spot behind your ear that makes you gasp.

"That's what you said ten minutes ago," you manage, but your hands are already threading through his hair.

"Can you blame me?" he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark. "Do you know how good you look in that dress?"

"The dress you're trying very hard to ruin?"

"I'm not trying to ruin it," his hand slides higher. "I'm just... appreciating it."

"Is that what we're calling it?"

He grins wickedly. "Would you prefer a more detailed description of what I'm—"

A sharp knock on the window makes you both jump apart.

"If you two are quite finished," George's amused voice calls through the glass, "Mum's about to send out a search party."

You roll down the window, trying to fix your hair. "We were just—"

"Yeah, I know what you were 'just'," George smirks. "But maybe save it for after dinner? When I don't have to watch my sister getting felt up in a car?"

"Jealous, Russell? That you're not getting felt up in a car." Lando asks sweetly.

George's face scrunches up in disgust. "I'm telling Mum you're being inappropriate."

"What are you, twelve?"

"Children," you cut in, straightening your dress. "Can we go inside like adults?"

"He started it," they say in unison.

"I did not!"

"Did too!"

"Oh my god," you open your door. "I'm dating a child."

"Hey!" Lando protests, following you out. "I'm very mature."

"Says the man who was just trying to convince me to skip family dinner for car sex."

"I wasn't..." he stops at your raised eyebrow. "Okay, maybe I was. But in my defense, you look really good in that dress."

"Gross," George comments. "That's my sister."

"Your sister who looks amazing in this dress."

"Stop talking about my sister like that."

"Make me."

"Boys," you warn as you reach the front door. "Behave."

They both straighten immediately, making you roll your eyes. Some things never change.

Your mum opens the door after two knocks, face lighting up when she sees Lando. "There you are! We were starting to worry!"

"Sorry Mrs. Russell," Lando says sheepishly. "We were just—"

"Snogging in the car," George cuts in with a smirk.

Your mum's eyebrows shoot up while you elbow George hard in the ribs.

"We were not," you protest, though your flushed cheeks probably tell a different story.

"The state of your dress says otherwise," George mutters, earning another elbow.

"Well," your mum says, fighting a smile, "come in, come in. Dinner's getting cold."

You're sitting between Lando and George at the dining table when your dad fixes Lando with an intense stare.

"So, Lando," he says seriously. "Your intentions with my daughter..."

"Dad," you groan. "We've been dating for months."

"Yes, but this is the first time he's been to family dinner," your dad points out. "I think I'm entitled to ask about his intentions."

"I'm going to marry her," Lando blurts out, then turns bright red. "I mean... if she wants... obviously not right now, but someday... if she'll have me..."

George snorts into his drink while your mother beams.

"Well," your dad says, fighting a smile. "That's certainly direct."

"Sorry," Lando mumbles. "I just... I love her. A lot. And I've kind of been planning to marry her since we were teenagers, so..."

"We know, dear," your mum says kindly. "You used to tell everyone who would listen that YN was going to be your wife someday."

"Mum!" you protest, but Lando perks up.

"You knew about that?"

"Everyone knew about that," George rolls his eyes. "You weren't exactly subtle."

"Says the one who helped him track my dates," you shoot back.

"You knew about that?" George looks betrayed.

"Everyone knew about that," you mimic his tone. "You weren't exactly subtle."

After dessert, your dad clears his throat. "Lando, fancy joining me on the balcony for a moment?"

"Dad, absolutely not," you protest, but Lando squeezes your hand.

"It's okay," he says softly, following your father outside.

You stay in the living room with George, nervously watching through the glass doors.

"He's probably going to scare him off," George says, "You know, say that it's not convenient that you have a brother driving for one team and a boyfriend driving for another."

You give him a horrified look.

George laughs. "I'm just kidding, sis. Dad knows Lando's been in love with you forever. Pretty sure he's just giving him the obligatory father speech."

When Lando returns, he's grinning, and your dad looks suspiciously misty-eyed.

The goodbyes are warm - your mum hugging Lando tight, your dad clapping him on the shoulder with obvious approval, and George threatening to tell everyone about the car incident if Lando doesn't let him win at Silverstone.

Back in the car, Lando pulls you close, kissing you softly.

"What did dad say?" you ask against his lips.

"That's between me and my future father-in-law," he grins.

"Future father-in-law?"

"Well, I did announce I'm going to marry you at dinner," he reminds you. "Might as well commit to it." You laugh. "My home race weekend, dinner with the family... everything's perfect," he murmurs.

"Even with George catching us in the car?"

"Especially with George catching us in the car," he smirks. "Now we can traumatize him forever."

"You're ridiculous."

"But you love me."

"Yeah," you smile. "I really do."

[that-one-girl2020]

Can you do the one about the Shovel Talk in part 7, because I really want to know what happened.

The Shovel Talk

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: Ask and you shall receive! Or, at least, I will attempt to anyway. I tried to keep it simple for the most part and I’m working on more parts for this series.

Synopsis: After the defeat of Gwi Ma, you continue to explore your blooming relationship with the five Saja Boys. So, the Huntr/x girls take it upon themselves to have a little talk with them.

TW: Death threats?

Word Count: 1,001

Master List

Things were awkward.

That day you were spending time with the boys, you were going to introduce them to some modern movies like Disney or Studio Ghibli—you hadn’t decided which yet.

The boys and the girls had slowly relaxed from their overly protective and overly clingy mindsets a few days after you and the boys returned. So you didn’t know why the girls had suddenly shown up at the Saja Boys’ apartment.

Rumi, Mira, and Zoey were dressed in casual clothes, sharing one of the recliners with Rumi sitting in it and Mira and Zoey perched on the arm rests like a throne. The boys were squeezed on and around the couch, Jinu sitting in the middle of the couch with Kwan and Hyeon on either side of him. Jum and Chungae sat on the armrests, their feet behind Kwan and Hyeon’s backs.

Meanwhile, you were sitting in the other recliner, looking between the two groups. “I’m gonna… go start that recipe I found… Please don’t maim or kill each other.” You stood slowly. The boys’ eyes went to you, following you as you slowly left the room but they didn’t say anything.

“Okay, we’re just gonna get to know the boys,” Rumi smiled, waving you off gently.

“Yeah, don’t mind us, (Y/n),” Zoey grinned widely, her eyes closing with the size of it.

Mira leaned back on the arm rest, propping her elbow on the top of the recliner, “Sorry, for dropping in on you.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine…” You waved them off, sliding the folding door closed behind you. ‘It’s not like it’s my place anyway…’

~~~

With you in the kitchen, the aura in the room shifted. The planes of Mira, Zoey, and Rumi’s faces shifted, sharpening as the shadows changed, their eyes narrowing and their smiles falling as they turned their attention on the boys.

The boys tensed, fingers twitching as if readying for a fight. They couldn’t help but wonder if the girls hadn’t actually accepted them, if they were plotting to kill them.

“What’re your intentions with (Y/n).”

The boys faltered at Rumi’s blunt demand. Their figures relaxed but their faces hardened to match the girls. “How is that your business.”

“It’s not,” Mira responded in a clipped, even tone. “But even if she doesn’t want it, we’ll still watch over her.”

“We know we have no place dictating her life, and we won’t,” Zoey added.

“However, (Y/n) has never been in a relationship before and we worry for her,” Rumi propped her chin on her fist, looking at the boys flatly. “So if you all intend to fight over her, or hurt her, we will tell (Y/n) immediately.”

The boys wanted to argue, their tempers flaring at the insinuation that they would hurt you when the girls had been the ones that had turned their backs on you when it counted. Vitriol filled their lips, tempting them to speak and spew the vitriol at the girls.

But they couldn’t.

Because at the heart of the matter, they all just wanted to protect you.

“(Y/n) is the one that shows me the joys of the human world. She teaches me to be human,” Jum stated.

“She’s the only one I want to hold close, her warmth and her scent are home.”

“She’s the one that reminded me what it’s like to be gentle and yet strong at the same time.”

“She’s the first one who’s made me feel really seen and… loved. I want to love her.”

”(Y/n) is the one who saw my… our flaws and she chose to love us anyway. It’s been so long that we don’t remember what it feels like to love another. But if this is it, then we will fight for it.”

Jinu spoke, all the boys looking at the three girls with steely determination. They were flawed, there was no arguing that. They had pasts that they weren’t proud of, things they were just now starting to make up for. But you understood them, you became their guiding light. Their reason to do better than they had before.

The girls took in their words silently, not reacting as they listened raptly. Once they had said their piece, the girls looked at them for a long moment, meeting their eyes one by one. Then they looked at each other, the three girls communicating with their expressions alone—it wasn’t subtle though. The boys watched as the girls deliberated using exaggerated eyebrows, narrowed or widened eyes, pointed looks, and different twists of their lips.

Eventually, they turned back to the boys.

“Fine. But know that if you ever hurt (Y/n), then we won’t hold back,” Rumi stated sharply.

Mira snarled, “We’ll turn you to ash—even if we have to do it the old fashioned way.”

Zoey slammed a fist on the coffee table before them, “No one will ever be able to find your bodies when we’re done with you!”

Kwan smirked, crossing his arms over his chest, “And if you hurt (Y/n) ever again, we’ll be forced to turn the tables and make the Hunters into the Hunted.”

Chungae leaned forward, swinging an arm around Hyeon’s shoulders as he shared Kwan’s smirk, “We’d have to put our limited demon abilities to work.”

Mira bristled, “Oh yeah? Well if you hurt her then we’ll have to shop you all into little pieces and feed you to Derpy and Sussie.”

Jinu raised an eyebrow at the girls, tilting his head, “You really think Derpy and Sussie would side with you over me?”

Rumi quirked her lips, “Oh yeah, definitely.”

From there, it devolved into the two groups lightheartedly trading death threats.

~~~

You couldn’t help but sigh and shake your head in the kitchen. You returned to the recipe you were attempting, not confident in it but you still trudged on.

You couldn’t help but wonder how you ended up with eight dorks but you wouldn’t trade a single one of them for the world.

A/N: The tag list is still full but let me know if anyone doesn’t wanna be tagged anymore!

Outtakes:

You, Saja Boys, Huntr/x: *Casually hanging out together in disguise*

A Random Passerby: *Overhearing them*

Saja Boys, Huntr/x: “I’ll fillet you with my sword and grill your entrails for dinner.” “I’ll rip your heart out with my bare hands and rip your throat out with my teeth.” “Poison would be quick and efficient.” “If I shoved a gallon of glitter down your throat, would that kill you?”

The Passerby: *Shook. Walking away faster.*

…

You: “Okay, I finished baking!”

Saja Boys: *Looking down with dread at whatever you just set on the table* “Uhmmm… Great. Looks…delicious…”

You: “Don’t worry, I know. I’m gonna go buy some—DON’T EAT IT!”

Abby: *Blue in the face* “ANYTHING FOR YOU BABE!”

…

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[andromaquynh]

NO BECAUSE THIS. THIS IS THE MOMENT I ABSOLUTELY FLATLINED

the way andromache’s hand moves before she even processes it, like her body is just wired to respond to quynh’s pain. it’s instinctive. it’s pure muscle memory. that’s devotion sharpened by centuries of familiarity, of knowing each other down to the bone. it’s instinct born from lifetimes of looking out for each other, of protecting, of losing and still reaching anyway

and the way andy pulls back the second it hits her.. the moment she remembers where they stand now, that she doesn’t even deserve to touch quynh anymore. and quynh. oh god. she shifts, gives andy even more space. like she’s saying okay. like she’s letting her see. she lets andy care for her. lets her be close. and that alone feels like forgiveness wrapped in silence

even after everything. after 500 years of suffering at the bottom of the ocean, after the rage, after finding out andy stopped searching. gave up. broke the one promise that mattered

and still they fall into this quiet, sacred gravity between them like it’s the most natural thing in the world. like nothing’s changed even if everything has.

it’s so devastatingly soft. so intimate. this is a love story etched into blood and memory and grief. this is immortal sapphic pain at its PEAK.

i’m not okay. i am physically. spiritually. emotionally. devastated. Good.Bye.

gif @thewisewill80sbyers

[theabigailthorn]

Just wanted to share some thoughts and just how much your NHS video has impacted me and just philosophy tube on the way I think. I Saw the Tv Glow hit with me cause of Tara/Maddy cause I’ve been going why do trans narratives and trans content hit so hard with me if I’m not trans. I’m a cis woman but I’ve always felt like when I look in the mirror something just not quite right. When Owen says maybe there is a strong and pretty me inside me that’s the real me it was like yeah thats the feeling. I’ve always struggled with my look, feeling like clothes don’t look on me the way I want them to, hair not quite right, feeling like on the masc to femme spectrum I’m just not quite hitting the marks. And then I became friends with a group of straight women and they all get their nails done and I have never done my nails and since getting gel x nails and fun looks and colors and that almond shape , I look at my hand and go this is how I want them to look. Whenever they get switched out and I see my nails missing them they look wrong to me, short and bare and missing the vivacity of the color. So then I go let’s give a pedicure a try. I’ve never liked my feet, hence why I never did pedicures cause it’s like why doll up my feet no one’s looking, why draw attention to something I don’t like. Now seeing my sparkly green toes I go “this is how I’m meant to look” and suddenly my too big non feminine size 11 feet feel more mine. My mom never let me dye my hair when I was younger when all my friends experimented with streaks of blue pink purple. So I go “why do in every game with a character creator do I give myself dark cherry red hair” so I dye my hair and now go “this is the hair I was meant to have” . My mom never wore makeup so I never learned. Now when I put on my mascara and see the pop I go this is what it’s supposed to be. And my friends say I seem different, more confident. I feel this surge of joy when they go omg I love your hair I love your nails. Which brings us finally back to glow and NHS. Tara knew Maddy wasn’t her, there was a different girl that wasn’t who she was. It wasn’t gender dysphoria it was body dysmorphia. If a trans woman looks at herself in the mirror and doesn’t like what she sees and then makes changes to be more femme, then the only difference between a trans and a cis woman on that femme to masc scale is the starting point. So I feel like I’ve had a an egg crack on “oh this feeling you’ve never been able to quite name is body dysmorphia” and like you said in the video the only reason they make a distinction is “cause you’re trans”. A cis woman gets a boob job a man makes himself taller or gets hair implants, it’s all the same thing, it’s changing things to affirm your presentation, but the world draws this distinction on what changes count as “gender affirming”. They harp on where you’re starting and what’s in your pants. So yeah when I had that eureka moment and thought of your section in the NHS video I was like “I don’t know if I would have gotten to this conclusion without Abbi” and now that I recognize it …. There’s still time, I can make myself look the way I want to look. I can find the pretty confident me that’s been in there all along.

this rules haha, you're FTF, cisgender in a transgender way, congrats lol!

[wordsarelife]

—so it goes

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: you’ve always thought mattheo riddle was infuriating, until suddenly everything between you changes. between various almost kisses, whispered confessions, and years of tension finally snapping, you realize he’s always wanted you. but falling for him? that was never part of your plan, but now, you’re his to keep and his to lose.

warnings: language, just a little suggestive, height difference mentioned, tension, pining, slow-burn, a little idiots in love ad very mid writing lol

note: this came to me very spontaneously and because i thought to myself that i had yet to write a fic inspired by 'so it goes' so here it is. this fic has basically no storyline so idk what i have been yapping to make it to 5.4k words lmaooo.

"i'm gonna bash his fucking head in" you stormed into the slytherin common room.

pansy, draped across one of the dark leather couches, lazily moved her head to look at you, not a hint of surprise on her face.

no, she knew all too well, who you were talking about.

"what's he done now?" she asked, not out of curiosity, but boredom. like you threatening mattheo riddle’s life was just another tuesday. which it was, really.

mattheo and you had never gotten along, despite being part of the same friend group and basically growing up beside each other.

maybe that was the problem after all.

you threw your bag to the floor so hard it almost bounced back into your hands. “he had the audacity to open his stupid mouth. that’s what he did.”

theo snorted from the armchair by the fire, not looking up from his book. "shocking development. riddle speaks, and you consider murder."

you whirled on him, eyes wild. "he said i was predictable. can you believe that? me. predictable."

"well.." pansy muttered, trailing off.

"you do threaten his life a few times a week" theo added, helpfully.

you glared at both of them. "some friends you are" you muttered, crossing your arms and falling back onto the leather couch. you only missed pansy's leg by half an inch, as she pulled them to the side at the last minute. "whose side are you on?"

"neither" pansy stated without thought.

another glare from you.

"look, bella" theo drawled. you were used to that tone. he was trying to charm you, so you would forget about your anger toward the riddle boy. this time theo's charm would come to a halt. you swore it.

"this has been going on for literal years" he continued. "we've all witnessed it. it was fun for a while, i admit that. but... per l'amor di dio.. just get it over with, won't you?"

you narrowed your eyes at the boy. "get what over with?" you took a second to think, until your expression changed drastically, making theo forget what he was trying to say.

pansy moved her glance over to you, watching you in quiet suspicion.

"i would have never thought, you'd be the one to suggest it" you grinned, a proud smile on your face. "but this is brilliant, theo"

"i... what?" theo asked, but you left no time for answers.

"how do you reckon i should do it?" you asked as you went on. "i suppose magic is way too obvious. so maybe a knife.. or poison? that's the thing most women kill with, isn't it?"

"i didn't suggst that we should kill the insufferable bastard!" theo protested.

"oh" your smile died. "then what did you suggest?"

the moment was luckily interrupted by the arrival of enzo and blaise, who both had no interest in discussing anything related to mattheo (he was responsible for dozens of bruises on both their bodies from the previous quidditch practice), so the conversation quickly died out and the topic changed to the next charms essay all of you had to submit by the end of next week.

you didn't see mattheo for the rest of the day.

none of your friends had seen him for the most part of it, but that did not raise concern, as mattheo was known to disappear for hours on end.

none of you had the fraction of an idea about where he went.

and mattheo, the stupid idiot, enjoyed being a mystery to his friends way too much to lift the curtain and reveal his whereabouts.

it was half an hour past curfew, when you went to sneak into the kitchen. you had been rolling from side to side in bed for the past hour.

it wasn't that you weren't tired. quite the opposite actually. your mind was just too awake. but that was something a simple glass of warm milk could cure in an instant.

the drink was quickly fetched and it took less than five minutes for you to tiptoe back out into the hall, a mug of the warm liquid pressing against your hand and making your stomach flutter in anticipation for the warm and soothing taste.

but not now. you would save it until you were back in your warm bed, not while wandering the dimly lit corridors of hogwarts in what could only be described as a stretch rather than actual pyjamas.

a thin, oversized slytherin jumper hung off one shoulder. it was stolen, years ago, from theo during a drunken game of exploding snap and never returned. underneath, just a pair of dark green sleep shorts, the hem fraying slightly, riding up with every step. no socks, no bra, and a quiet shiver every time the cold stone kissed your bare feet.

merlin knew why you hadn't taken the time to slip into your shoes, or at least pull on some warm socks.

your mind wasn't the best at this time of day. and certainly not when it was as sleep-deprived as you felt.

the halls were dead silent, except for the soft echo of your bare feet on stone, and the occasional creak of the ancient castle shifting in its sleep. you clutched the mug tighter, nerves twitching just slightly.

"evening"

the voice was so sudden, you almost dropped the mug in your hand. milk splashed over the rim, warm against your knuckles as you swerved around, heart leaping up into your throat.

and there he was.

mattheo fucking riddle, casually leaned against the corridor arch like he hadn’t been missing all day. like he hadn’t carved himself into the back of your brain and left you simmering.

still dressed. he hadn't been back in his dorm all day, tie loose around his neck, white shirt stained at the cuff with something that looked like ink or blood, or maybe both. his blazer hung from one finger, slung over his shoulder like he owned the corridor, like he owned the night. like he’d been waiting.

you hated how calm he looked.

“you scared the shit out of me,” you snapped, readjusting your grip on the mug, milk still dripping from the rim.

"yeah, you look really frightened" he rolled his eyes, before his gaze wandered down your body.

you felt uncomfortable under his watch and you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, the cold stone biting into your bare soles, but not nearly as sharply as his gaze.

"nice outfit" he noted with a smirk. "meeting someone special?"

"oh fuck off" you snarled, turning away from him and picking up your walk back to the dorm.

mattheo wasn't one to give up easily. he caught up to you quickly.

"you know, if you acted less like a whiny bitch, you could actually be kinda hot"

you halted in your step, turning to look at him.

mattheo's smirk deepened, satisfied that his words had caught your attention.

"and if you were less of a miserable asshole, maybe i could actually tolerate you" you thought for a second, before you added. "no, actually, that seems like too much for your brain to comprehend, so i fear both of us won't get what we so dearly wish for."

"god do you sometimes hear all the words that you're saying?"

you rolled your eyes and continued walking through the corridor. mattheo still followed. there was a distance between you. a distance you were glad he was keeping.

suddenly, mattheo's arm shot out, making you run straight into him.

"ma—" you had already opened your mouth, a loud scolding of his name pressing through, as another big gulp of the milk had slahed over the rim of your mug at your sudden forced stop.

mattheo pressed a hand to your mouth, shutting you up effectively. he pushed you against the wall behind your back, both of you disappearing behind a giant closet.

"what the fuck?" you whispered, just as mattheo had slowly moved his hand away from your mouth.

you were only inches apart. the mug in your hand being the only thing seperating the two of you.

"teacher" mattheo answered, his eyes darting down the hall behind him.

you didn't say anything for a few seconds. his head turned back to you.

he was so close. way too close for your liking. or... maybe he should come closer, move forward until his chest was touching yours, his hands in your—

woah.

you shook your head, quickly getting rid of those weird and unnerving thoughts that had clouded your mind.

you should’ve walked away. you should’ve sipped your stupid milk and gone back to bed.

instead, your gaze wandered back to his face. his curls were falling over his forehead like usually. an untamed mess of dark hair that awakened a deep anger in your gut. how could someone who couldn't even take care of his own hair properly ever dare to be as arrogant as mattheo riddle was?

his brown eyes looked down on you. they almost looked black in the dim light of the corridor. you shivered.

his face was clear, white, soft skin over perfectly sculpted features, a hint of soft freckles on his nose. and his mouth. his mouth was... bleeding?

"you're bleeding" you noted, unable to stop yourself. your eyes jumped to his lips and back to meet his gaze.

mattheo was just as caught off guard as yourself at the words. "yes" he muttered, not sure what else to say.

"why are you always bleeding?" you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

mattheo frowned at your words, a deeper emotion settling onto his face.

his eyes now jumped between yours and your mouth too. you were sure that there wasn't any blood on your lips, so you weren't sure what his thought process was.

suddenly, mattheo stepped impossibly closer.

his hand fell forward, clasping your wrist. the one one connected to the hand that wasn't holding the mug of warm milk, of course.

"what are you—?"

he didn't answer. mattheo just leaned forward, coming closer and closer. the blood on his mouth and the thing itself inching nearer and nearer.

oh god.

was he trying to? ew.

ew, ew, ew.

you couldn't kiss mattheo riddle in the middle of the night.

you couldn't kiss mattheo riddle in the middle of the night, in theo's old sweatshirt and shorts that you wore to sleep.

you couldn't kiss mattheo riddle in the middle of the night, in theo's old sweatshirt and shorts that you wore to sleep and a mug of steaming warm milk still in your right hand.

you couldn't kiss mattheo riddle. period.

you simply wouldn't.

so, in that moment, you did the only thing you could think of. something so unbelievably stupid you wouldn’t even remember it clearly later.

you let go of your beloved warm milk.

the mug shattered on the floor with a loud crack. milk splashed against both your bodies as mattheo jumped back from you.

“wha—” mattheo started, eyes darting between the milk soaking his robes and the broken shards on the floor, but before he could say another word, a sharp voice cut through the silence.

“detention, both of you.”

professor snape stood at the corridor’s end, arms crossed and glare sharper than any curse.

"sir—" you pressed the word out in surprise, looking awfully ashamed about the condition your house teacher had found the both of you in.

"twenty points from both of you and clean that up!" he directed further, until he swirled around, dark robes fluttering behind him as he walked away in the opposite direction.

when snape found students out of their beds, there was no big deal made out of the case, but no one dared to stay any longer after he had found them once. snape didn't have to walk students back to their dorms, as much was clear.

mattheo wordlessly took out his wand, mouthing a quick clean up hex under his breath.

both of your clothes were back to their previous state and the mug of warm milk was intact again too.

mattheo and you didn't look at each other as you silently walked back to the common room side by side. you didn't talk when you both split up in opposite directions to get to your dorms.

that night, a forgotten mug of cold milk sat on your bedside table, while you were in the bathroom, furiously scrubbing the skin of your left wrist. right where his touch had burned itself into your skin.

the next day was a never ending tirade of boring classes, whispers with your friends and the unnerving task of ignoring mattheo, while he tried everything to get under your skin.

"hope the milk was worth the detention from snape" he whispered during history of magic. he had to lean over draco to do so, who angrily swatted at mattheo's arm, trying to push the boy out of his space.

mattheo did not budge.

you stared forward pointedly, acting like you hadn't even heard him.

draco rolled his eyes, pushing against mattheo's arm once more. "do you see that she doesn't want to talk to you?"

mattheo's grin did not falter, his eyes flicking to you before settling back on draco.

"let her pretend all she wants," he said low enough for you to hear. "but merlin knows she’s just pissed because i was right."

you finally turned your head, voice cool and steady. "right about what?"

he shrugged, still smirking. "that you’re all talk and no backbone."

"what are you even talking about?" you snarled angrily beneath your breath, trying to keep quiet as to not make professor binns notice your conversation during his class.

"oh, come on, sweetheart" mattheo's smug smile only widened at your act of cluelessness. his gaze wandered over draco, before it landed back on you, a wink moving with his words. "don't act like i didn't see the fear in your eyes."

"shut up" you muttered, pulling your body back from him, an obvious physical reaction to his words.

mattheo nodded with a satisfied smile.

this was exactly what he had wanted. he leaned back in his own chair, freeing draco from his unwanted presence, before he blew you a quick kiss behind the blonde's head, who had turned to ask you what that weird conversation had been about.

that same evening, mattheo and you were standing in the dimly lit trophy room. both of you equipped with a rag and a bottle of polishing potion.

your wands had been confiscated by filch, before your detention had started and he had left you alone in the small room, that only seemed to shrink with mattheo's presence behind your back.

you wondered if his mind was as busy thinking about you as yours was tangled up in thoughts of him.

the work was rough, unnaturelly slow without the use of magic, and the room was silent while both of you scrubbed at trophies on opposite sides of each other.

then, when mattheo was finished with the trophy he had been working on, he didn't pick up the one standing right next to it, like he was supposed to, but moved across the room to stand beside you.

"could you stay on your side of this very small room?" you muttered, scratching off a particularly dark spot of dirt on the small trophy in your hand. "or is the concept of that too much for you to comprehend?"

"i'm doing just fine" mattheo smiled sarcastically. "thanks for your concern though"

"asshole" you muttered beneath your breath as you went to put the small trophy back in it's original place.

"brat" mattheo retorted almost immediately.

you send him an exasperated glance, before you stepped onto the ladder, that was propped up against the wall, to reach the higher shelves.

mattheo watched that action with a hint of concern, until his facial expression returned back to neutral, acting like he couldn't be bothered.

the silence in the room stretched on, as you reached for a medal hanging against the wall and began cleaning it while still standing on the the ladder.

this was awkward.

it was a mix of not knowing what to say (which was weird, because although you had never gotten along, you and mattheo had always something to say to each other) and a sharp undercurrent of something else. tension, maybe? or irritation?

then, mattheo broke the silence. in the worst way possible.

"ever wondered why we never became friends?"

you huffed, trying to ignore his words, but ultimately burning for his answer. "no, not really"

"well, i did" he muttered, reaching for a silver trophy. one of the less frequent ones in the room. "i mean, i'm glorious company, so it must be your fault"

"please" you shoke your head, moving on to the second medal. "like you're not an insufferable git"

mattheo laughed dryly at your remark. "come on, be honest," he continued. "you had your mind set on not liking me the minute your eyes first glanced my way"

"that is so far from true and you know it" the third medal was now being cleaned. "i was liking you, up until the moment you spilled pumpkin juice all over me."

"that was an honest mistake"

"maybe" you shrugged. "which i would've forgiven, if you hadn't immediately said what you said."

"what did i say?" mattheo wondered, seemingly not able to remember himself.

you glared at him, before you moved your gaze back to the task at hand and finally found the words to answer. "you said that i should better not start crying, because girls like me would have to rely on our smile being pretty enough to—"

"come far in life" mattheo finished. "i did say that, yeah" he muttered softly.

you swirled around, looking down at him in surprise. he actually sounded.. regretful?

you didn't have much time to think about that though. your fast motion on the ladder had caused the thing to start shaking, slipping away from the wall with increasing speed, as you lost your footing.

this was not going to end well.

mattheo reacted quickly. he dashed forward, stopping the ladder with his foot, before opening his arms.

you landed much less graceful than you had wanted, but at least not on the floor, but in mattheo's widespread and kind of muscular arms. he was looking down at you with a soft expression.

"i didn't mean it" he said, his words tying back to your conversation a few seconds ago.

you blinked up at him, chest rising and falling against his from the fall. his arms were still around you,one curling around your waist, while the other was steadying your legs, and he made no effort to let go. his scent, cologne and something darker, something inherently him, wrapped around you like smoke.

still, after a second, he let out a slow breath and carefully lowered you to the ground, his hands steady, lingering longer than necessary. one of them settled at your waist, the other brushing along your arm as if making sure you could stand.

but even once your feet touched the floor, neither of you moved away. you were still impossibly close. too close.

you swallowed. “you meant it when you said it.”

his gaze dropped to your lips for just a second. “maybe i was just trying to get a rise out of you.”

“you did.” your voice came out a little breathier than you’d intended, but you didn’t back down. “congratulations. you always do.”

“hmm.” he stepped closer, barely noticeable, until your bodies were nearly touching again. his hold tightened just slightly around your waist, as if testing the boundary. "do you really hate me so much?"

the question stunned you. you stared up into his brown eyes. they were warm, like hot chocolate after a day spend in the snow outside. they weren't as close to black as you had thought only the night before.

maybe mattheo wasn't as close to the dark as you always thought.

"i don't know," you muttered, your gaze dropping to his lips only involuntarily. there was still a scrap on the side of his mouth, where it had been bleeding the day before.

you wondered who had had the pleasure of meeting mattheo's fist.

"sometimes" you said finally.

"and the other times?" mattheo muttered. he pulled you closer by the waist. maybe not even on purpose. you could feel his breath fan over your cheek.

"the other times.." you whispered, unable to finish the sentence.

mattheo moved his hand on your waist. his thumb slipped under the fabric of your blouse, it had moved out of your skirt during your fall. he brushed his finger over your skin tentatively.

you almost shivered. his touch felt so soft. so deserved, like something you'd been missing your entire life without ever realizing it. without ever knowing how good it was.

a warm feeling settled in your stomach as you drew in a breath.

mattheo didn't look smug about the obvious physical reaction you had to his simple touch. he looked so honest.

“the other times,” he said again, barely a whisper now. his gaze didn’t leave your face, didn’t leave your lips. “what are they, then?”

"i..." you wanted to reply something, anything, but his close proximity was making your mind spiral. never in your life had you been this... attracted, to mattheo riddle of all people.

"y/n," mattheo muttered softly.

"i don't hate you," you said finally, without any further explanation.

he looked relieved. the smile on his face was faint, barely noticeable, but it was there and it didn't look smug or provocative.

"no?" he muttered softly, his question making the hair on your arm stand up, as his thumb shifted beneath your shirt.

"no" you said. surely. finally.

you didn’t realize it, but your hand had lifted, fingertips curling against the edge of his shirt, clinging to the fabric like it grounded you.

he drew you closer. his lips were so close. you closed your eyes. you could almost imagine his taste. the softness of his mouth touching yours. the feeling it would surely awaken in you.

you wanted him. you needed him.

your noses brushed. your lips were a breath apart—

“what in merlin’s name is going on here?”

you gasped, stumbling back from mattheo and almost taking down a few throphies with you.

filch was standing in the doorway of the cramped room and narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously.

before you had the chance to say something, mattheo stepped in front of you, hiding you away from the older man. "we were cleaning," he said simply, a sharp edge in the tone of his words.

filch hesitated.

it was an open secret that he was… uneasy around mattheo. like many people in school. like many people in the wizarding world.

the silence stretched for a beat too long.

"continue then," filch muttered eventually, backing out of the room with a final suspicious glance. “and keep your hands to yourselves.”

mrs. norris padded after him with a flick of her tail, and then they were gone. the door creaked as it shut.

for the rest of detention, neither you nor mattheo spoke. it was as if whatever spark had flickered between you was a fragile flame. one that always burned out the moment either of you got close to changing anything.

you could feel his gaze on you when filch came back and let both of you leave finally.

then, on the way back to the common room, before you had even the chance to worry about things becoming awkward once more, mattheo disappeared into the shadows of the castle, leaving to god knows where again.

that night, you turned from side to side in bed, unable to find sleep.

you stood up, slipping into a pair of slytherin socks, before you left the room, closing the door behind you softly.

the corridor was cold and you wrapped your arms around your frame. theo's sweater was incredibly comfortable, but did not do a great job at keeping you warm.

you walked around the corner and what you saw, made your breath hitch. there was a body on the ground, lazily leaning with his back against the stone wall, his legs stretched out on the floor before him.

mattheo fucking riddle.

of course.

his tie was hanging loosely around his neck, his blazer was a crumpled mess on the floor beside him. he was moving a cigarette over his fingers. a trick you had seen him do a few times before at parties.

mostly to impress girls, mostly because he was bored.

his face looked twisted in the dark light of the corridor, but you could make out the dark stains of the blood easily.

this had to be a joke.

"mattheo" you muttered.

his head jerked up suddenly, but he didn't look as surprised as you. almost as if he had been waiting.

"can't sleep again?" he asked, his voice echoing off the wall across from him.

"got slapped stupid again?" you shot back.

mattheo stood up from the floor slowly. he reached for the blazer beside him. there was a lazy smile on his face, the kind of smug expression that told you exactly how satisfied he was with your words.

"what?" you asked.

"oh, darling" mattheo grinned. "you should really see the other one"

mattheo stepped closer. so close, you imagined to smell the blood on his face.

"i'm only seeing one idiot as it is" you snapped, crossing your arms. "and you do look pretty bad already"

"such compliments," mattheo drawled, pushing the cigarette to rest between his lips and searching the pockets of his trousers for a lighter.

before he had the chance to light the cigarette, you caught it between your fingers, pulling it away from his lips. mattheo followed after your movement, before he realized what you were doing and sighed.

"hey"

"come on" you said, not even sparing another glance at him, as you walked into the direction of the kitchen.

mattheo followed after you wordlessly, accepting his fate without any sort of protest.

"sit down" you directed, pushing him back onto a chair in the kitchen.

mattheo's smile widened. "commanding much?" he laughed at your unimpressed expression. "if you wanted—"

"stop" you interrupted, shaking your head. "i'm just doing this, because i'm a good person, this has nothing to do with you."

"sure it hasn't" matthe leaned back in the chair, while you turned to fetch a rag at the sink, holding it under the water to properly clean the blood off his face.

"you should still go to madam pomfrey tomorrow though" you muttered as you returned and took a seat across from him.

"so you care about my wellbeing?" mattheo asked, furrowing a brow.

"not really" you whispered, as you leaned forward, softly wiping over his left eyebrow, where a few drops of blood had splattered. surely not his own.

mattheo watched you work with narrowed eyes, following every movement of your hand and trying his best to catch your gaze.

"you aren't even looking at me, love."

"of course i am," you protested. "how would i be able to clean this fucking blood off your stupid face if i didn't?"

"stupid face?" mattheo repeated in a mocking tone. "you're not really looking though"

you bit your lip, as you moved on to the right side of his face, right beside his eye. it was a small wound and mattheo barely reacted to the cold touch of the rag on it.

"sweetheart" mattheo called, trying to gain your attention.

you tried not to react.

"look at me, darling"

"i am looking at you, mattheo" you snapped, leaning away from him angrily.

"okay" mattheo nodded, upset that he had angered you, as he raised his hands in mock surrender.

you sighed, before you continued, the rag sweeping at the small wound on the bottom of his mouth that had reopened.

mattheo leaned closer, to make your access to him easier. you narrowed your eyes, but didn't say anything.

he unfolded his hands, that had rested in his lap up until this moment and his right hand settled onto your thigh delibaretly.

he waited.

"mattheo" you said in an effort of protest his action.

his eyes didn’t leave yours. “just tell me to stop,” he murmured, voice low and steady.

you didn’t.

he leaned forward, away from the rag. his nose brushed against yours, before he finally met your lips with his.

your hand was hanging in the air, the rag still in hand, before you finally moved, letting go of the fabric. you closed your eyes, your hands falling into mattheo's neck like a puzzle pieces falling into place.

there was something quietly desperate in the way his mouth moved with yours, like he’d been waiting far too long to know what you’d taste like.

and you... your thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. you forgot what you’d meant to say. forgot where you were. forgot your own damn name.

you felt the pressure of his hand still on your thigh, the way your body felt pressed up against his. merlin, he tasted better than you could've ever imagined.

his other arm slid around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, your chair scraping over the floor as it followed you forward.

mattheo broke the kiss softly, his lips brushing yours one last time before he leaned back just enough to see your face. you were half in his lap, lips parted, breathing unsteady, looking up at him like you were waiting for gravity to pull you back down.

you felt ridiculous.

but his face... he didn't look like he was trying to mock you. no, he looked as wrecked as you felt. something that could only be achieved by a kiss that would screw you up for anyone else.

"you better shouldn't look at me like that," mattheo muttered, with a soft smile, while he tried to stabilize his breathing. "or i won't be able to stop the next time."

you weren't sure you even wanted him to stop.

you blinked up at him, still utterly dazed and at a loss for words.

his hold on your thigh tightened slightly. "didn't think you'd—" he interrupted himself, shaking his head in disbelief. "fuck"

you swallowed. you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“say something,” he whispered, voice rough now. “please.”

you swallowed again, before you pressed the words out. "you're still an asshole."

mattheo laughed, a hint of relief swinging in his voice. "you're still a brat."

"yeah," you muttered, moving closer until you were whispering the words right at his mouth. "a brat, who wants you to do that again."

mattheo's mouth clashed with yours in a second. this kiss wasn't as slow. it was raw, urgent, demanding.

your hands slid into his hair, as he pulled you closer at the shoulders and you slipped onto his lap, his hands clasping around your waist like he was scared you would suddenly disappear.

you pulled his head back by the hair softly, pulling away for just a second, a breathy moan escaping his mouth, before you reconnected your lips, following after him.

there was nothing innocent about it now. just the feeling of being right were you were supposed to, his hands pressed to your body, his tongue in your mouth.

you were so utterly his, it was almost scaring you.

you pulled away after a few more seconds. his hand wandered to your cheek, his thumb moving over the soft blush on your face.

you stood up slowly and he rose to his feet immediately after, like you had put a curse on him. his gaze stayed locked on you, while you put back the rag and he reached for his blazer that he had draped over the back of his chair.

you stepped next to him silently.

he came closer, draping his blazer over your shoulders, before he took your hand in his, pulling you to the entrance of the kitchen behind him.

you walked through the halls slowly. almost like you were on a midnight stroll rather than out of bed after curfew.

"all eyes on us," mattheo pointed out, when you came across a few, very nosy portraits.

you smiled at his words, your eyes falling onto your intertwined hands. like pieces falling into place, you thought once more.

"i'm yours to keep" you whispered, your voice echoing through the corridor, mattheo tucked on your hand. "and i'm yours to lose"

"you really think i'm ever letting you go after tonight?" he muttered, pulling you closer and wrapping an arm around your form. he pressed a kiss to your neck. "fuck, no."

[ranichi17]

the highest wisdom and the primal love (4.3k, T, Crowley as a Fallen Raphael)

“Well, it must be bad…” And here the Principality pauses, hinting at Raphael to fill in the space with a name.

Does he really look so changed, that other angels no longer recognize him? Like yeah, sure, his wings look different and his robes are too soaked in muck that they’re more black than pearly white, and… and…

The Principality’s still waiting for a name.

Shit, shit, shit. He can’t very well say “Nice to meet you, I’m the fallen Archangel Raphael the Healer, how can I help you?” now, can he? He doesn’t think the Host’s been informed of his Fall, either, so way to break that news to them. Wait, Satan turned him into a snake for kicks, right? What do snakes do again?

“Crawly!”

Oh man, he was really in it now. It’s okay, he can still change it. Probably.

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[izzih22]

i love your work! could you write a pazzi fic where they have a pool day at paige (or azzi’s) family’s house for the 4th of july. nothing really sexual just fluff and them having fun and spending time with family, having fireworks, maybe light drinking, and like funny banter like azzi or paige being like “watch my handstand!!”

Sparklers and Summer Days

Note: Happy fourth!! Also i tried that all i gotta say cause it’s kinda crap. But I’m busy sorry y’all enjoy. Also, thank you anon!!

The Fourth of July at the Bueckers’ place had turned into a tradition, and Azzi loved every second of it. By now she was practically part of the family, having been invited year after year, and Paige’s family adored her especially the younger kids because she actually went along with their pool games and didn’t complain about getting splashed.

That afternoon, the sun was blazing and the backyard was already alive with music, laughter, and the smell of burgers on the grill. Paige was halfway through dropping her pool bag when her youngest brother, Drew, ran up and sprayed her with a water gun.

“Drew! Seriously?” Paige shrieked, jumping back.

Azzi cracked up, taking the water gun from him. “Paige, he’s literally half your size. Toughen up.”

“Excuse me,” Paige sputtered, dripping water down her tank top, “betrayed by my own girlfriend?!”

“Hey, I play for the winning team,” Azzi teased, high-fiving Drew.

“Unreal,” Paige grumbled, but a grin spread across her face anyway.

They changed into swimsuits and jumped into the pool, instantly cooling off. Paige’s cousins immediately challenged Azzi and Paige to a pool volleyball match.

Azzi, being a natural competitor, took it a bit too seriously, smacking the ball across with a loud splash that had Paige’s little cousins screeching in delight.

“Easy, Steph Curry,” Paige teased.

“Oh, you’re one to talk,” Azzi fired back. “You nearly took Drew’s head off with that spike!”

“That was strategy,” Paige insisted, climbing onto a float. “All part of the intimidation factor.”

Azzi rolled her eyes and splashed her, sending Paige straight off the float and into the water with a shriek.

They kept playing until they were too hungry to function, then joined Paige’s family on the deck for plates of burgers, corn on the cob, and fruit. Someone passed around hard lemonade, and Paige’s dad just shook his head with a smile.

“Behave,” he told them.

Azzi grinned. “We’ll try.”

As the sun dipped lower, Paige pulled Azzi aside and into her arms along the edge of the yard, pointing up at the sky. “Best part’s about to start,” she said, bumping her shoulder into Azzi’s.

The fireworks started booming in the distance reds, blues, golds painting the sky. Paige’s cousins whooped and waved sparklers around, scribbling shapes in the warm air.

Paige slid an arm around Azzi’s front, resting her head on Azzis shoulder, pulling her close, both of them smelling faintly of chlorine and sunscreen and sweetness from their lemonade.

Azzi turned, catching Paige’s face in the glow of the fireworks. “You know,” she said, a playful smile curling her lips, “I’d still win a handstand contest if you gave me another shot.”

Paige snorted. “No way, Fudd. Mine is legendary.”

“Oh really?” Azzi challenged. “Show me.”

Paige shook her head, laughing. “Not a chance. I’m off the clock.”

They both cracked up, leaning into each other as another burst of fireworks lit up their faces. Paige’s heart felt light, like all of summer was wrapping around them.

Behind them, Drew tried lighting a sparkler upside down and got a quick scolding from their dad. Paige’s aunts kept trying to herd everyone together for a family photo, with absolutely no success.

Azzi brushed a thumb along Paige’s jaw. “I love you,” she said softly.

Paige kissed her lightly. “I love you too.”

The fireworks roared overhead, and the kids cheered, their voices carrying into the night. Paige and Azzi stayed wrapped up in each other, toes brushing on the cool grass, a shared grin passing between them a silent promise to keep coming back, year after year, to this chaotic, happy, fireworks-filled place they’d built together.

[luvlyycy]

⋆｡° ✮ : you've lived in this boring town forever. and your love life was just as boring— all of a sudden a new [HOT] boy moves in next door— who's to say this won't change everything?

⋆｡° ✮ : neighbor!phainon is here and he is here to stay yall. this is part one of a mini series i have planned >:3c (fic name from call me maybe by carly rae jepsen)

⋆｡° ✮ : cw;; no explicit smut, just very suggestive, some minor cursing.

Ever since you moved to this town, it’s been the same stuff. The same people. It’s a small town, houses all pushed together with their own yards. Luckily, nobody was in anyone’s business; they all stayed in their own lanes. Even though there were no rumors or loud neighbors to be wary of, you all knew of each other.

Everything was normal and boring until you spotted that U-Haul truck next door. Your fingers hold open the blinds as you peek through. That’s when you spot him, your new neighbor in all his sweaty glory.

His white hair is messy as it sticks to his forehead, his forearms bulging as he picks up the heavy box, jaw tight. Your mouth gapes as you watch his eyes wince— those beautiful blue eyes enchanting you. Thick veins run down his arms as he carries the box into his house. The tight white tank top that stretched over his sweaty pecs was now nearly translucent. It drives you against the wall.

“What the fuck..” you whisper to yourself, feeling the heat rush up your back and causing all the blood to rush to your face. This may have been a bit creepy or stalker-ish to watch your new neighbor move all the stuff into his house, but you couldn’t help it! He was just so… fine.

After a few long, agonizing minutes, you decide maybe he needs some cold water. Or a snack? You definitely weren’t making excuses to meet him, or see his body up close, or see those blue eyes stare back into your own.

You grab a cold bottle of water from the fridge, along with some chips you had left over before trudging your way to your door. You open it, and the heat hits you in the face. The nerves set in too late as you stand in front of his door, your lips pursed into a thin line, you raise your hand to knock—knock, knock, knock!

“Coming!”

God, he sounds like a supermodel. You make a mental reminder to thank god for this guy’s parents because goddamn did they do a good deed.

The door swings open before you can spiral anymore, his hand on the door frame as he leans forward, breathing heavily.

“Hey, something you need?”

You suck in air, nearly gasping for it as you hold the bottle and chips up, “Hi, I, um, I live next door and I saw you moving your stuff in,” totally not creepy, “so I decided to get you a snack and some water.”

He looks delightfully surprised, “God, thanks. I needed this. I just plugged my fridge in, so it isn’t cold enough to use yet.” he grins, taking the bottle and the chips.

You watch closely as he pops open the bottle, hooks his lips on it, and gulps it down. You watch each bob of his throat, the way a few loose drops slink down the corner of his lips and roll down his neck. He pulls away with a soft breath of air, his lips glistening.

He turns back to you with a smile, “You’re a lifesaver,” he laughs out, “I’m Phainon, by the way.”

Phainon. God’s gift to earth, Phainon.

You tell him your name and he nods, “Cute name.” You both stare for a second before he clears his throat, “Well, I should get back to work. I gotta bring this AC in before I melt.”

You laugh, your hands fidgeting as you take a few steps to the side, watching him step out from his house and walk to the U-Haul parked in his driveway, “Hope the water helps out a little!”

He sets down the bottle and the chips in the back of the truck before turning to you, his blue eyes glistening as he calls out, “Oh yeah! It’s helping already!”

“Well, bye! I’ll see you around!” you say back.

“Yeah! You’ll see me a lot since I’m always home, either that or workin’!” he replies.

You see his body glisten in the sun as he tucks his fingers underneath his shirt, peeling it off his skin and over his head, tossing it into the grass before stretching out his neck and shoulders.

You turn quickly and practically run into your house. Despite the air conditioner being on, the cool breeze does little to nothing at calming your heated body down. You breathe heavily as you lean against the door, your heart pounding in your chest.

This is going to be a long, long, looooonnnggg, summer.

Every day, you see him, either getting into his car or doing some yard work. Now and then, you guys bump into each other, making up small talk about whatever comes to mind.

These recent nights have been agonizing. It’s like he’s tormenting you with his body. His bedroom window is straight across from yours, and even though he has curtains— he never closes them.

You aren’t complaining, honestly. It’s just getting kind of hard to focus throughout the day, knowing you’re probably going to see your sexy neighbor getting dressed tonight.

And you’re right.

He is getting dressed— or more so, undressed. You watch as he lifts his shirt up over his head, shaking his hair side to side to seemingly make it more comfortable. You can’t see, but he unbuckles his belt, his head leaning down to watch his hands. To you, it looks a bit more suggestive than that, your lips pursed in a thin line as heat crawls up your back.

He tosses his shirt onto a chair that’s in front of a gaming PC, before tossing his belt onto the chair as well. Your heart jumps quickly as he turns to the window, it seems to be only for a glance, but you swear he looks right at you. You chalk it up to overthinking. Phainon walks out of view, and suddenly you’re able to breathe again.

You slowly turn around and crawl into your bed. You weren’t planning on ever getting a summer crush or something cliche like that. But here you are, lying in your bed, snuggled against your comforter in the dark with the soft hum of the AC in the back as you breathe heavily. You feel your heart in your throat, and the only thing on your mind is him.

Your stupid neighbor. Your stupidly handsome and oddly sexy neighbor. Phainon. You groan and stuff your face into a pillow. Your hands squeeze your pillow with so much vigor, you’re shocked it doesn’t rip.

It’s just a crush, a silly crush. It has to be.

You fall asleep thinking that, and you dream of him. It’s an odd dream, really, you dream that Phainon is looking down at you with a lopsided grin—

“Time to get to work, huh?” he reaches down with garden gloves and wraps his hand around you, ripping you out from the ground before setting you beside him in a barrel. You saw his veins bulge, his muscles tense as he ripped you out with a sharp groan.

Your body shudders as you wake, eyes wide and drool soaking your pillow.

Yes, you dreamt that you were a weed, and he was ripping you from the soil. Did you feel ashamed? Yes. Did you like it? Also yes. Not your finest moment, but hey, sexy neighbors make everyone act weird.

The day drags out longer than you ever wanted it to, the dream haunting you throughout the day as well. You sit on the porch after running some errands, a drink in your hand with a cupcake on your lap.

The sun is beating down as you sip your drink, eyes watching the cars drive by. You spot Phainon’s car pulling into his driveway, silently cursing yourself.

He steps out of the car and shuts the door behind him. He looks mad, his eyebrows are knitted tightly together, and his jaw is tight as he makes his way into his house, shutting the door behind him with a loud thump.

You take a bite of your cupcake. Worry seeps into your veins, wondering what could have made the sweetest boy you know upset. You’ve never seen him angry prior to this, maybe frustrated when a dog would soil his lawn, but never angry.

You see him exit his house again, phone in hand, as he takes quick steps down the stairs. He stops for a second to look down at his phone, a soft curse exiting his lips as he does.

“You okay?” you call out warily. His head perks up in your direction, similar to a dog.

His face eases as soon as he sees you, “Yeah, I’m fine. Stupid dude at my job broke something and I gotta fix it.”

“Ohhh. Are you like, a handyman?” you giggle out.

He laughs, stuffing his phone into his pocket, “Actually, yeah. Kinda. I mow lawns and stuff, take out their weeds and install those uhh, like—” he snaps his fingers for a second, looking down. He remembers as he looks up with a smile, “Landscape edgings!”

“Wow,” you look surprised, “How much does it cost? My lawn is a mess, actually.”

He laughs, “I don’t think it’s that bad. It costs like three or ten per foot, but for you, I’d do it for free.”

Oh. Oh.

“No payment needed except your time.”

Stupid, Phainon.

“Cool, just call me or something when you can do it.” you manage out, despite the feeling of your heart jumping into your throat. He steps closer to your porch, carefully leaning on it underneath the wooden railing.

“How can I call you?”

“Oh, sorry,” you speak out, the embarrassment sinking into your veins as you reach for his phone. He puts it into your phone, his fingertips grazing yours for a moment before you grab hold of his phone.

You enter your number into his phone before giving it back to him: “Here’s my number, call me whenever needed.”

“Awesome. I will be calling you every day from now on because all the friends I have are men.” he laughs out and you laugh along with him, “That must suck.” you respond as he retreats back to his car.

“It does suck! They are all so dramatic, too,” he huffs as he slips into his car, rolling down his window, leaning over to say one more thing, “I’ll call you later! At work, maybe. I don’t know! But make sure to pick up.”

“I will!”

At least now he has your number.

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[dayboundpapercrane]

caleb x reader mc (afab!) | MDNI 🔞 | cw: nsfw | cw: loss of virginity | mc is greedy and freakier than caleb confirmed | guilt ridden caleb is scrumptious he's kinda subby here | "just the tip" but it's a fat lie

You were kissing him deeply, sucking his tongue and biting his lower lip, Caleb shuddered above you grasping your waist as you made the kiss dirtier, your hands were rubbing him so well, thumb teasing the tip precum already dripping on your belly, your pussy was soaking at this point, so wet and burning with arousal

"Fuck I need you so bad, hah, Caleb look at me, baby"

Caleb's breathing was heavy, already affected, as much as you loved him for caring for you so much to the point of thinking he might taint you, ruin you for his greedy depraved dreams. You wanted it. You weren't used to him saying no, it was his fault you were like this, so when he looked at you and you pulled him down holding his nape whispering on his lips, begging, you felt his walls starting to crack

"Caleb I need it, I need you, it feels so good, ah, please atleast the tip?"

"Just the tip is fine right? Imagine how good i would take your cock"

"Caleeeeb...baby please!! Please! Please just the tip"

He moaned deeply and gave the smallest nod, if you weren't already staring at him you wouldn't have noticed. You were burning from the inside with need, raising your hips before he changed his mind you lined your pussy with his tip, Caleb held your hip and rubbed your clit, it helped getting you more wet for the slide, and you could feel the tremor on his hands, he was so nervous, but just the tip entering had you obscenely moaning, opening your mouth to breathe in you pushed your hips a bit more feeling your hole greedily suck it inside clenching strongly. Caleb was moaning with you biting his lip cursing.

"Fuck, baby..you....you ....are soo tight, Ahh I cant..I might cum"

"Hah, oh god....it's in, it's inside you"

Caleb kept staring down where you were both joined. His pupils were so dilated, his grip on your hips bruising, you kept squirming, grinding the tip inside, he groaned and decided to hold you still.

"Dont. Baby, please...we cant do more, fuck we shouldn't"

But your greed didn't know where to stop. Deep down, you also knew he was into it. You had seen his looks, rarely, but lustful, filled with something you weren't sure was safe.

"But I don't want anyone else, I want you, does this mean you want someone else taking me?"

It was manipulative. You knew how possesive he was, yet you could feel his inner turmoil, the sweat on his forehead, the red tint on his cheeks turning a deeper tone, you kept kissing him as you begged, telling him how good it was going to feel, how wet your pussy was all ready for him, you could feel how fast his heartbeat got after you said "take my virginity Caleb" "God, please taint me with your cum already" he gripped the bed sheets hard gasping a bit at how crude you were being "forget about others" you were rubbing his chest, tip still inside your pussy. "You want it as much as me" kissing his cheek "You probably got off thinking of taking it right" his breath hitched "watching me grow up beside you, not being able to touch me how you wanted" he whined softly at you, looking at his eyes confirmed everything you had said was true.

Caleb looked so guilty, ashamed, and so beautiful. You loved him so much if only he knew how much his guilt aroused you, kissing him again you started moving your hips down taking him slowly, his hands shaky grabbed your waist pushing himself in, he was big, your walls kept fluttering. He started rubbing your clit in circles, making you moan deeply, his lips on your nipple sucking, it was too much at once you whined gripping his hair as your orgasm hit.

"AAahh~ Ah Caleb Caleb..its in, its all in, so good, ahh yess! Yess keep rubbing me"

"Ahh so good! So good!!"

Your orgasm had made the slide easier, you felt so full, finally you had his cock deep inside you, Caleb kept moaning your name, kissing your neck, cheeks, and chest, your legs started shaking a bit overwhelmed by his size, it had you breathless, until you came so hard again you saw white, holding him close to you curving your back deeply as he kept thrusting prolonging your orgasm. "Im all yours now Caleb" when he pulled out and saw few drops of blood on the bed sheets under your hips, his shaky sigh by your ear was all you heard before he came hard all over your pussy and belly.

A/N: afraid of posting other stuff i have that is a bit more scandalous, so for now, have guilty caleb, tomorrow who knows, maybe a piss kink (im kidding, or am i)

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

Loving the notes:

as with octopodes, cuttlefish have donut shaped brains. the esophagus passes through the center, which is why they straight up die if they try to swallow anything too big! stretched out the brain :(

cuttlefish are filled with love, as demonstrated by their 3 hearts

but they are also filled with venom. good for them!

oh and also blue-green blood. yes they have teal blood, i love that for them

smaller male cuttlefish will disguise themselves as female in order to mate with females who are guarded by large males. sometimes they even use fake egg sacs as props. let's hear it for transfem lesbian cuttlefish!

btw their eggs look like boba, which is why mermaids add them to beverages

their pupils look like this:

they have an internal shell called the "cuttlebone." (it is not an actual bone, as cuttlefish don't have bones.) they use it to control buoyancy, and it's freaky:

multiple people replied with "cuttlefish are fish." they're not. they! are! mollusks!

and of course by far the most important cuttlefish fact, they change color for hunting, camouflage, and disguise purposes.

say thank you to our beautiful rainbow murder mollusks!!!

google's useless. tumblr tell me something fun about cuttlefish idegafanymore

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Oscar being lowkey obsessed with his best friend’s sister but he hides it soooo badly. I need him to be awkward and sweet and chaotic 😩💞

I’m crying, I love how I wrote this. Oscar is so incredibly down bad. he’s giving teenage girl in 2012 with a crush on harry styles iykwim

Oscar and Mason had been best friends since he moved to England at fourteen.

He met you almost few months after his move. You were a year older. A grade above them. Perhaps it was your maturity that caught his eye. Or the way your lip gloss glittered when it caught the light. Or maybe it was how sweet you were, always smiling or filling the room with your bubbly laughter.

Whatever it was, you caught Oscar’s attention as soon as he laid eyes on you. And never once did it waver.

Whenever you were around, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

He watched from a distance for that first year. Terrified of saying the wrong thing.

Then came that one winter afternoon, when Mason was in the shower after Oscar had spent the night. He found you sat alone in the living room. A holiday movie on the television. A mug of hot chocolate cradled in your hands.

“Can I join you?” He hesitated, fingers fiddling with the hem of his hoodie.

You looked up, a kind smile and widened eyes. “Yeah, of course!” You moved over, making room for him. A throw blanket was tossed his way. “Do you want a mug, too?”

Fingers smoothing over the soft material of the blanket, Oscar stumbled over his words. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I mean if it’s not too much to ask, that is.”

“No, never!” You laughed, your hand lingering a beat too long on his shoulder after you’d landed a playful slap there.

He swallowed hard, his face going up in flames.

Your suspicions about his crush started then.

Then there was Silverstone.

Oscar was already there for his formula four race, but couldn’t turn down the offer when your parents request he join you guys in the grand stands. At this point, your parents had more or less taken him in as one of their own, given his own parents were half the world away.

Everything was going great until someone bumped into you. Coffee spilled down the front of your light colored shirt. You gasped. “Oh no, no no no!”

Your parents and Mason hadn’t noticed, they continued to walk on. But Oscar did. And he came to your rescue with napkins in hand.

“Thank you,” you sighed and pressed the napkins to your shirt. It was no use. “Damn it. Now I’ll have to walk around sticky and gross all day.” You huffed, tossing the napkins away.

Oscar had already pulled his hoodie off his body. “Here,” he offered, the hoodie balled up in his outstretched hand.

Laughing, you pushed it back to his chest, your hand over his. He flushed. “I can’t take your hoodie. What if you need it?”

“It’s fine.” He insisted, arm outstretched once more.

“No, i can just buy one of the overpriced shirts from one of the shops.” And again, you pushed his hoodie back.

“That’s a waste of money.” The hoodie was within your reach again. “I don’t mind, seriously.”

Conflict in your eyes. Then, a sigh. “Okay, fine.” Your fingers brushed as the hoodie passed between you two.

He expected you to want to go to the bathroom to get changed, but nope. You slipped the hoodie over your head, and seconds later, your shirt was balled in your hand. He looked at you, shocked at the skill, and cheeks pink at the sight of you in his clothes.

“Okay, now to find the family.” You smiled like you hadn’t noticed his eyes on you.

When you did eventually find your family, Mason was the first to raise a brow. “Oh so you guys disappear and now suddenly you’re in his hoodie?” He face wounds up, repulsed at the idea of anything happening between you and his best friend. “Gross. Oscar’s my friend not-“

You waved a hand through the air, chuckling. “Relax. I spilt my coffee on my shirt and he offered the hoodie. Nothing more.”

Maybe it was nothing more to you. But Christ, Oscar was having crazy daydreams about your wedding. He couldn’t even look at you without wanting to kiss you.

Jesus Christ, Oscar. Get it together. He scolded himself.

And of course, you noticed how deep he was in though. You nudged his arm with your elbow. “Whatcha thinkin about?” You grinned, an eyebrow raised.

His face got even more red, something you noted instantly. He started stuttering, his flat palms pressed into his thighs. “N-nothing. Just, uh, excited for the race.” He attempted a smile. It was weak. “Yeah.” His eyes couldn’t focus on your face for more than half a second.

That’s what solidified it for you. Your brother’s best friend definitely had a crush on you. And the poor boy was doing a terrible job at hiding it.

The sun was hot, the ice cream was cold.

The pale yellow cake batter ice cream melted down the cone faster than you could eat it. Eating it felt more like a sport than anything else.

Oscar just watched on in quiet amusement, eating his own ice cream out of a bowl. “You can still ask them for a bowl, you know?”

“That ruins the fun. And besides, this makes me eat it faster so we can get back to working on our project.”

The ice cream was his idea. He didn’t want to work on the boring project for your mass media and journalism class—his only elective, which he took solely because he overheard you say you were taking it—and he knew you wouldn’t be able to resist ice cream. Especially when he offered to pay.

When you were finally finished and your hands were whipped clean, Oscar’s eyes caught a drop of ice cream on the tip of your nose.

“Oh, uh- you’ve- you’ve got some…” he made a vague gesture to his nose.

You laughed. “What?”

“Uh, here I’ll just, uhm-“

You watched as he reached forward, his thumb inched closer to your race. His fingers ghosted your lips as his thumb swiped over the tip of your nose. You smiled softly as he showed you the bit of ice cream on his finger. “Thanks.”

The familiar feeling of his face burning had made an aggressive comeback as he sputtered out a, “no problem.”

You and Oscar were outside playing in the snow. Mason opted to say in side. Like he always did.

Two snow forts were built high, dense, pact, and sturdy enough.

You peeked over the top of yours. Wrong move. Oscar was waiting and pelted one your way. You screeched and ducked again. The snowball soared over your head.

Another peek. He was hidden this time. You made your move, standing, carefully stepping through the snow. You were so close to dunking an armful of snow on him.

But then one crunch of snow alerted him and he popped up.

“No!” You protested, still trying to throw the show and get away at the same time.

He tried to get you back, you tried to get away, one thing after another. It led in the both of you tumbling to the ground.

You on top of him, hands braced on his chest.

Both your cheeks were pink. Whether it was caused by the cold or how close you were, it was hard to tell.

You laughed, a breathy sound. “Oops,” you breathed.

Oscar couldn’t believe his eyes. His brain stuttered, his words, too. “Yeah.”

You rolled off of him and laid next to him, gloved hands touching. A laugh, and then you started making a snow angel. He joined you.

When you were sure the angels were shaped, you both stood. “Hey look, they’re holding hands.” You pointed with a giggle.

He gave a weak laugh.

Looking to him, you raised a brow. “Hot cocoa?”

He shrugged. “I could always go for a hot cocoa.”

You smiled, so warm he thought it would melt the snow below your feet. Then you reached you, threaded your fingers through his hair and ruffled his brown curls. “So much snow.”

After you graduated, he didn’t see you for four whole years.

That didn’t stop his borderline obsession with you. He kept up with your travels through instagram. When you’d text him to congratulate him on a win, he’d take it as an opportunity to start a conversation.

At twenty one, and at his first home Grand Prix, he saw you again. When he first caught sight of you in the paddock, he swore he was seeing things. But then you spotted him, too, and the smile on your face wouldn’t have been given to just anyone.

“Hi, Oscar!” You greeted once you reached him, arms spread wide for a hug.

He hugged you back, his face colored red again. “Wh-“ he stuttered, laughed as he pulled away. “What are you doing here? I- I mean- uh- hi! But… what?” He laughed again, confused and a little anxious.

“I wanted to be here for your first home race! I know how long you’ve been dreaming of this, and I wanted at least someone from my family to be here for it.” You chuckled with a dazzling, bright smile.

If looks could kill, Oscar would be dead.

Not in the usual sense, but because of how much you’ve natured in the last four years. Yes, he’d seen your Instagram, but the pictures don’t even begin to do justice. Your face had lost off of its baby fat, more defined but still looked so soft. Like if he held your face in his hands, he bet would feel like holding freshly baked bread. Strange analogy, but accurate. And physically in other… places, you’ve also grown. But despite all of that, you were still you. That same bright smile that made him melt. The same considerate person that always thought about everyone else before herself.

If Oscar wasn’t into you before, he sure as hell was now.

“That’s… yeah, thank you.” He said quietly, still half wondering if he was imagining you. “Uh, do you, uhm- where are you watching the race from?”

You held back a laugh at his stuttering. Nice to see that he hasn’t changed. “From the grand stand! On the start-finish straight.” You nodded.

“What? No! I mean, I’m sure I could get you into the garage.”

“Oh, no it’s alright. I wouldn’t want to-“

“Please. I want you there.”

His bold honesty wasn’t something you expected out of him. For that, you couldn’t possibly disagree. “Okay. Yeah, fine.” You sighed.

Oscar was starting p16 after a terrible qualifying.

By some miracle—or rather a very eventful last couple of laps—he came out with p8. His very first points in f1.

“We have to get drinks. We need to celebrate this!” You insisted as the both of you walked through the hotel lobby.

He sighed. “You know that’s not my scene.”

“Then we can just get a couple drinks in the hotel bar. Just sit and talk.” You reasoned, then noticing his hesitation, added, “please.”

And when you gave him that shy sort of smile, who was he to disagree?

So roughly forty minutes later, the both of you were sat at the hotel bar, each nursing your own cocktails.

“I never took you for the cocktail type.” You elbowed his arm.

He laughed, cheeks flushed from the alcohol this time. “What did you expect?”

“Something aggressive.” You shrugged. “Doesn’t max like gin and tonics?”

He tilted his head. “How would you know? Are you a fan?”

You grinned. “Definitely. He’s my favorite driver.”

Oscar chuckled again. “Oh? And here I was thinking I was the favorite.”

Your face scrunched in consideration. “I only root for winners. But you’re a close second.”

There was something about every word that came out of your mouth that made him laugh. “I guess I’ll just have to get McLaren to build a winning car.”

“Or pray for a miracle.”

Again, another laugh.

Neither of you said anything for a moment. But you watched him. Watched as he took another sip of his cocktail.

Then you tilted your head, a bright smile, “you don’t have to pretend.” You shook your head. “Mason isn’t here.”

He glanced around, stuttering. “What? Pretend what?”

Glancing at his hands, you inched yours closer. Almost enough to touch. “Oscar, I known you’ve had a crush on me for years.” You chuckled quietly. “Noticed it when you were fifteen.”

Blinking, calculating, then, “six years you’ve known?! And you’ve never said anything?”

“Mason was always around. You seemed overly cautious of what he’d think.” You shrugged. “Didn’t want this to be mega awkward.”

“Six years.” He breathed and laughed in disbelief. “Six years?!” He repeated. “That-that’s six years that we could’ve- you-“ he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to keep his composure.

“I like you too,” your hand slipped into his as he opened his eyes again. Brown eyes wide like a little doe. “Though, not as long. Took me another year.”

“Two.” He clarified.

You raised a brow.

“I’ve liked you since I first met you.” He confessed, his hand lightly squeezing yours.

You smiled, the opportunity to tease him was there, but you didn’t take it. You shifted closer to him. Paused, hesitated. And then, a peck to his lips.

Only the briefest of contact, but it made his head explode.

“So what now?” You tilted your head to the side.

“How about a date?”