#i'm going to do my uni work to calm down and then hopefully watch the last three eps today

[joocomics]

Yo! How'd you know i love the moon?! Haha 🌙 anon fits perfectly, thank you 🫶🏻 I love reading your work, unknowingly you've piqued my interest in Xdinary Heroes too 😆 Love their latest music, will definitely be checking out more. You write beautifully for them too 👌

Anyway, I've come to contribute a thought to your Keeho writings (hopefully). I've been thinking about how Keeho is funny and all, sure, but he's also so introspective and well spoken. Very mature, maybe because he's the leader. So I was thinking of him in a sort of ... Calm Boyfriend x Golden Retriever Girlfriend dynamic. Admittedly I'm not the most girly or cutesy 🥹 So sometimes I daydream about Keeho with a S/O that's a little bit tomboyish, golden retriever-ish, but is also just as sensitive and thoughtful as he is. So much that it makes him look like the calm and quiet one between the two 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Very self indulgent I must admit...

I would love to hear your thoughts 👀 be it soft and/or hard thoughts ☺️

Have a good weekend! I'm almost done with my readings for uni so you can 100% expect me to drop by more often soon.

- 🌙

i can see him in such relationship! since his field of work can be often overwhelming he would like to have a person in his life that would take his mind off of things and would allow him to tone down his personality in a way; someone who can be fun and playful around him, and not mind it if he’s enjoying their company in silence…

calm bf!keeho would let his golden retriever!gf take him anywhere, anytime… every time you share about a place you’re interested in going to, he plans it right away. doesn’t matter if it’s a restaurant, a trip or any other activity he always makes sure to make it happen because he loves how excited you get whenever you get the chance to explore new things and places. you bring him new experiences and he appreciates that.

during trips you often walk ahead of him with a wide smile on your face, pointing at different cool spots to see and he nods reminding you to watch where you’re going cause it’s crowded. if you’re in a different town or country you haven’t been before he frequently has to pull you towards him by your hoodie or by gripping your backpack when you get too excited cause he’s on edge you may slip away from him.

his friends absolutely love you. some of them may even tease him about how such an ordinary guy like him managed to impress such a fun girl like you. whenever you hang out together keeho always lets you tell all about your trips without feeling the need to join you. he has good skills when it comes to storytelling, but the way you get along so well with his friends makes him really happy, and he doesn’t mind when you’re in the spotlight. he actually really likes it, and has more fun listening to your enthusiasm ringing in the room.

calm bf!keeho with a golden retriever!gf results into lots of skinship… although none of you say it both of you are secretly suckers for the way you always end up touching each other no matter what you’re up to. you like the way his hand always finds yours as you’re out and about - he intertwines your fingers together and you swing your hands back and forth; he loves when you cling onto his arm in the elevator that always makes him pat you on the head; or when you follow him around, wrapping arms around his body from behind while he’s doing something.

༻ nsfw

make out sessions often have banter in the most passionate way which turns the foreplay into one long edging. personally, i see keeho as a switch, he prefers to go with the flow when it comes to sex, and this applies here too. sometimes he dominates, sometimes not so much, one thing that’s for sure is that he loves receiving body worship until he’s left in all kinds of marks.

in bed, i see him really enjoying it when you take your time teasing him. he doesn’t need to admit it cause it’s written all over his face, and the way his body succumbs under your touch says enough. biting, scratching, marking - he stays still with eyes shut in bliss, letting you use him like he’s your toy. your playfulness in addition to your confidence always turns him on, and seeing your lustful smile as you kneel in the middle of unzipping his pants is enough to get him leaking. he slides two fingers into your mouth and takes them out with a smirk after realising you’re already drooling for him. even if you didn’t have oral fixation before you will end up having one after dating him cause he loves having your mouth on him 24/7…

a/n: i’m happy to hear you like ur emoji AND xh! <3 they’re amazing and deserve all the love. tysm for the kind words omg 🫶🏼 i really hope you enjoyed reading my thoughts, it’s my first time writing this dynamic and i’m a bit nervous if it turned out well. i don’t mind talking about it more tho cause i can really see keeho with a s/o like this, it fits him a lot ~ and most importantly, we’re here to indulge in our own fantasies!!

hope you’re having a nice week <3

[potato-jem]

hello my beloved soulmate nero!!

i’m having the worst week. black friday sales have started like two weeks before the actual black friday and the mall where i work is constantly full. why don’t people go outside every once in a while?? 😭 honestly it’s so full every single day. and the place where i work is soooo tiny. ugh i can’t wait for this black friday weeks to be over so we can go back to normalcy without people constantly pushing you around and being rude :/

anyway i was so stressed i couldn’t even get on tumblr once 😭 i can’t wait for this period to be over so i can get back to our daily chats <3

how are you doing love??

and as for our previous letter, i literally just saw a picture of a heartstopper tattoo that included like six different scenes. it was so cute and perfect but i could never even narrow it down to just six scenes lol we really need some options to just choose from

and i’m so glad you’re relaxing more because you have no uni!! it’s so great!! you definitely deserve some time off now

omg that is so tumblr of you and i love it!!! honestly i feel like a 1975 concert is gonna be so perfect!!!! i can’t wait to hear about that next year

i’m sending you the tightest hug and a kiss on the forehead <3

hello cece my beloved soulmate!!!

that sounds awful! i'm so sorry you're having such a rough time 😭😭 no worker deserves to be treated like that, especially when there is such a massive sale going on. i'm praying that it only gets better for you as this sale ends, and you can breathe a little before the christmas sales start 😭😭😭 (i honestly do not understand how people are so motivated by sales that they go at the busiest of times?? i do all my christmas shopping at the start of the month just to avoid people 😭😭😭)

you poor thing :( i'm sure you were more stressed because you had no time to relax. hopefully, it will all calm down soon, so yes, we can have our daily chats again <3

and as for me, i am slowly getting there myself. i had three 1am finishes in a row 😭😭😭 but one day, we had a fundraiser, so i could dress up. (and i know you might be thinking, "nero, did you wear your spidey costume?" i did not because i did not want it to get ruined. HOWEVER. i did have some old wizard robes and a slytherin tie hanging around, and so i took it in my power to dress as draco malfoy) (obviously i was best dressed) i did have the chance to housesit and that gave me a little moment of pure peace (when i wasn't working) but i am going to housesit for a different place next week with the cutest dog and i am so excited :')

that tattoo sounds so cute, but yes, i really would struggle to just choose six. BUT I MUST SHOW YOU WHAT I AM PLANNING ON GETTING!! I FOUND EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED ON PINTEREST!! (pinterest my beloved)

LOOK HOW CUTE!! i only have a month or two until i can actually start getting my tattoos!! it was the one thing that sucked about being on acne mediation, but my skin is clear now, so that's a good thing.

i'm trying to make more time for movies because i haven't watched movies all year. i'm not even kidding. and i'm also trying to get back into reading stuff that isn't leftover uni material too.

i'm going with one of my best friends and i am so excited!! i will probably cry and make a complete fool of myself at the concert if i'm completely honest, but who cares? and of course i will tell you all about it <3

giving you some tea and a tight hug <3 know that i miss you, but don't feel pressured to come back when you're too stressed to <333

[matsui-sinclair]

after nearly fifteen episodes straight of ‘why is tuc2 put on the same level of tragedy as fh2? nothing that bad has even happened lol’ the last ten minutes of ep 15 are hitting me like a fucking. baseball bat to the skull. if esther dies i’m killing myself

[harryandhishook]

Wings are made to fly - Chapter 6

Pairing: Not fully sure yet, just gonna see how it goes (Maybe Evie? Don’t know yet)

Setting: Auradon

Warning: Bullying, Sexist assholes, cuts and bruises

Summary: Everyone knows what type of person they are, Fairy, Goblin, Dragon or just a simple person and Harry thinks he’s just a simple guy but the more he comes into contact with Auradon and magic, the more the people around him notice something off and maybe Auradon is the only place with answers

Words: 3880

Requested: Nope, me and my Fiance were roleplaying this and I thought it would be awesome to make it into a Fanfic

Side note: GUESS WHO'S BACK WITH THIS STORY BABY!!! I've finally gotten back into writing this story and I'm really going to try and keep up with this now that Uni is 100% finished with and I'm hopefully on my work to getting a job very soon, keep your fingers crossed for me guys :D

Also I apologise, still no proof reader for this ssooooooo, probably a lot of errors

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The plan was simple for Harry, with Evie’s help, he would start his lessons at Auradon like normal, his coat hiding his wings perfectly and comfortable while on the evenings, he was to leave with Tinkerbell to an old, secluded rose garden that the royal family owned where she would teach him how to be a pixie, he would learn to fly, learn the history as well as, hopefully, go to Pixie Hollow where he could possibly see just what his talent is.

It was finally the first day of his new life, Harry had prepared himself the entire weekend, testing out his coat and catching up with anything basic he needed, while also having major panic attacks over being around people again, it was time to reposition himself in society even if he had to change himself just a little to fit into a world of goodies and princesses.

“Harry, seriously, you need to calm down, it’s not like anything bad will happen the moment your bedroom door opens” Uma groaned out for the hundredth time that morning as she watched Harry pace around the room, creating skid tracks across the carpet from everywhere he had moved, “You’re going to ruin your carpet, Evie’s coat will protect you, you know it will, no one will find out and you can be you, please, just calm down” she growled, trying not to raise her voice for the sake of her worrying friend and the young princess beside her.

Evie sighed softly as she stood from her original position on the bed, gracefully moving across the room until she was stood directly in Harry’s line of sight, expression stern but with a hint of understanding glowing in her eyes,

“Harry, listen to me,” the princess started, stopping the pirate in his tracks, taking his hands in her much smaller ones, “you are strong, the work you have done in your training is something I have never seen anyone do before, you have excelled in everything the pixies have taught you, but you’re scared of school? That does not sound like the boy I’ve been helping for the past few weeks, so, this is what I want you to do,” her fingers gently stroked tiny circles around his skin, sending small waves of calming energy through his veins, “I want you to take a deep breath, approach that door into the new world and remember exactly who you are, the stories people know about you, the life you’ve led and remember who that person was who had kept you strong all this time, who kept you alive on the isle,” letting go of his hands, she raised her arms to place her fingers gently on his cheeks, rubbing her thumbs along the bones before cupping his jaw, smiling with the love of a friend, “I know you can do it because you’ve done it for this long, Harry Hook is a boy I’ve always looked up to because he knows how to survive and this school is nothing compared to what he has already been through, you’ll be fine Harry, you have us to remind you of that too.” Evie explained, pulling away from the boy in front of her to allow him the much needed space between them, she wasn’t expecting, as she examined Harry’s face, to see a single tear rolling slowly down his face, “H-Harry, are you okay? I’m sorry, was that too much, I shouldn’t have said all that, we are barely acquaintan-oh,” her rambling was cut short are a pair of muscular arms wrapped tightly around her, shocking her as much as the other people in the room,

“Evie, lass, you’ve done so much for me even though we’ve done terrible things to you … thank you, thank you so much” he whispered as he held onto her like this was his first true hug in his life, which was probably quite an accurate statement. So as her arms wrapped gently around him, the smile that graced his face was unlike any anyone had ever seen on the pirate, “Now…” he spoke aloud as he finally released the young girl from his grasp, “let’s go show Auradon why the VK’s are just so much better than those prissy pink princesses and stuck up princes” Harry teased with a smirk, turning to his Captain who seemed to be watching the two with a smirk of her own.

With Evie’s words at heart, Harry stepped out of his room, head held high and backpack slung gently over his shoulder as to not disturb his wings, the two girls following behind until they entered the school building where Evie split and Gil joined,

“Finally, I was wondering where you two were, I was getting lonely” the blonde commented as the sea three became one again, roaming through the corridors of their new life. Harry chuckled at his friend beside him, his heart seemingly sped up at the concern,

“I’m fine Gil, really I am, I just … I got worried that someone will find out but Evie and Uma helped, it’s all fine now” he reassured, wrapping his arm loosely over the boys shoulders, “Come on, let’s get my first day out of the way and try to rule this school” he teased, pulling the two along with him as they continued through the school halls, allowing Uma to direct the way to where their lockers were situated.

With the help of Ben, Harry’s locker was filled with the books and equipment he needed which the pirate grimaced at, to him, it looked to … nice … so, with a permanent marker, the boy got to work with sketching up the sea threes logo on the front of their lockers, spicing up their school life just a small bit and as the day went on, so did Harry’s vandalism of his school equipment. Each of his books were now covered in doodles and references to him and his crew, his stationary now had little notches everywhere from a scalpel he had for his art class and now, everyone knew that Uma’s first mate wasn’t to be messed with, especially when his hearing was almost as sharp as an owls and could practically hear nearly everyone’s conversation in his class which came in handy when he needed a way to get them in trouble.

Unfortunately, it was also the quickest way for him to get in trouble too and that’s what led to his first meeting with the Fairy God Mother who did not look very happy,

“Harry, it’s your first day and you’re already in my office …” she sighed as she placed down the slip she was given by him from his teacher, “It says here that you almost started a fight in class … Harry, normally I would be very strict with these things but with everything you’ve been through and watching the previous Isle children as well as the pain your friends went through during your condition when you came here … I’m giving you a bit of leeway, you have a lot of pressure and I know this is all new but I will still give you a warning for starti-“

“I dinnae start it” Harry mumbled as he stared down at his twitching leg, trying his hardest not to get angry like he normally would, he knew he needed to keep himself calm but everything was trying his patience, the student he almost started a fight with, the teacher and now being ‘punished’ for something he didn’t do, “It wasn’t me, I swear, Fairy God Mother” he mumbled, his eyes trying to burn holes in the carpet beside his feet with nothing but intense rage.

The headmistress sat in shock, staring curiously at the pirate in front of her, a young child who deep down was just a lost boy. With a sigh, she leaned back in her chair, hands folded neatly in her lap as if she were waiting for something to come along with some helpful tips,

“Okay Harry, tell me what happened? The detention slip says that you aggravated a student and then started a fight with him which left him with a few injuries, but I want to hear what you have to say.” The woman stated, allowing the room to fill with silence, ready for the boy’s truth.

As Harry sat, continuously staring at the ground, he sighed, releasing just a fraction of his anger from before. His eyes slowly raised from the ground, finding a place to settle that didn’t make complete eye contact with the woman across from him and it was then that the headmistress finally noticed a few things that weren’t mentioned to her in the note, a forming black eye, blood dripping from a cut hidden by his hair and a split lip, things that state a completely different story,

“I ‘eard him whispering … I tried to ignore him; I really did but I just couldn’t. He was talking about Uma and Mal and Evie, he was saying some disgusting, vile things about their bodies and what he wanted to do to them … I couldn’t let him talk like that, so I stepped in, I needed to protect the honour of my Captain, my ex and my friend, I wasn’t going to stand for sexist views of a man who thinks he’s all high and mighty” Harry’s voice slowly raised and raised, his voice cracking just the tiniest of bit as his rage became one of protection and defence, “I told him to stop and to shut up but he continued, throwing insults at me and ma crew,” his anger suddenly dissipated as he slowly shrank back in on himself, becoming, once again, the lost boy from the isle, “… then he grabbed my coat and he caught my wing, I panicked, so I threw my workbook at him that’s when the fight started but I didn’t hit him, not once, the only thing I did was try and push him away” he explained, the coat that was draped over the side of the chairs twitched from the emotion reflected through his wings, “I got scared that they would see … I didn’t mean to start anything, I’m sorry” the boy whispered, his fingers trembled as they gripped onto the edges of his new coat, trying to find somewhere he could truly feel safe where there wasn’t any. His voice broke as tears ran down his face, he refused to look at the woman who watched him with complete and utter heartache, the feeling he would never be able to get used to, “’m so sorry …”

As the room once again became silent, save from the soft sniffles that could be traced back to the young pirate sat before the headmistress, Fairy God Mother sat with her thoughts for a moment, in all her years working at the school as well as her time granting wishes and helping the many different young princes and princesses achieve their happily ever afters, she had never heard a teen speak with such despair and woe like she could hear coming from Harry’s voice in that moment, not even Cinderella’s pleas many years ago could compare to the boys,

“No” the headmistress stated suddenly, breaking the silence as she straightened herself in her chair, sitting tall and authoritative as she spoke, “I will not take your apologies as you have nothing to be sorry for, I will still be giving you a warning for what happened, however, this punishment will be given to the people who caused this” the woman explained, taking the note she had received and writing her own decision on the bottom, also including that the information she had gathered from the boy and the situation, is not what was described by the teacher and other students.

It took a few minutes but soon, Harry was handed a small detention slip which stated he would be spending ten minutes after his classes today with the Fairy God Mother herself. It struck the boy as odd; he had heard stories of hour-long detentions, never something as small as this but he wasn’t about to complain, he didn’t have the strength to,

“Now that that is out of the way, I want to talk to you about this and not in a ‘telling you off’ type way, I want to make sure you’re okay” Fairy God Mother explained as she leaned against her desk, elbows pressing onto the wooden surface while her arms crossed over each other, “I don’t know what you’re going through Harry but, I know what it’s like for someone to feel like they don’t have anywhere to go, you’re scared, home-sick and I know that you are probably going to have a very hard time adjusting, especially with your choice to hide your wings, but you don’t have to do this alone” the headmistress reassured, watching as the young boy in question wiped his tears using the sleeve of his coat, peeking up at the woman who sat across the desk from him.

Sighing softly as she looked down at the many papers and files on her desk, an idea popped into her head that she wasn’t too sure if it went against school rules or not as it was technically for mental health and safety,

“Normally I would never do this but …” reaching into a drawer beside her, she brought out a small business card and a pen, jotting down something before placing it closer to him, “I want you to save my number into your phone, I know you were taught how to use yours and I can imagine Uma will help you, so that whenever something like that happens in class again or you don’t feel safe and no one else is around, I want you to text me what classroom you’re in and a word or a little image that will help me know how bad the situation is, alright?” she asked hopefully, she had never wanted to believe that the children in her school would stoop to such a level as to not only say such degrading things about woman but to then attack a fellow student for defending them, it hurt, however, it hurt even worse knowing that his own teacher, someone she had personally recommended, had the audacity to lie about the situation at hand. All the while that the headmistress was mentally reprimanding these individuals, the young pirate had calmed himself enough to look up fully,

“I think I can do that, Ma’am” he agreed, taking the card that was within his reach and slotting it into his breast pocket as he turned his head to look towards the door of the room, “Do I need to go back there?” he asked with a twinge of fear hiding behind his words as he worried that he would have to face the teacher and those judgemental sexist pricks,

“No, you won’t, I want you to go to the nurse’s office to get those bruises looked at and then you will go to your next lesson once the bell rings” Fairy God Mother instructed, allowing the boy to grab his bag and get up,

“Thanks, Headmistress, I’ll go see that nurse then” the young pirate declared, still a little distressed but otherwise okay, the signature hook smirk back on his face as he saluted towards his superior, shuffling out of the room, nervous but ready to tackle the rest of the day.

Once the door had fully been shut behind the boy, Fairy God Mother immediately reached for her office phone, skimming through a little photobook close by before finding who she needed to call and luckily, it didn’t take long before the person on the other end answered,

“General, I apologise for such a sudden phone call, but I need to discuss reassigning one of your guards to a student”

Meanwhile, inside Auradon Prep’s nurses’ office, the bruised pirate sat on the medical bed, ice pack held against his eye as the young nurse rushed to get clothes and band aids,

“First day and you’re already in here? I was expecting the pirate prince of the isle to be a trouble maker but not this quickly” the nurse teased as she triple checked everything she had gathered before finally heading back to the table, “Let me guess, something happened, you got scared and a bit of a fight broke out?” she asked curiously as she placed a delicate finger underneath Harry’s chin, lifting his head up to inspect all the damaged and from the boys shocked expression that broke out on his face, she would immediately guess that she was correct,

“How the ‘ell did you know tha’?” he demanded, more out of shock than anger, he knew for a fact that he tried to hide his emotions from people, but this woman could read him like a book, or she worked too long with people who were way too emotional for his liking, “wait, were ye’ one of the nurses who looked after me?” he asked, his voice lowering slightly into a whisper as if it was illegal for her to do the job she was paid for. Apparently, the was quite humorous to the nurse who chuckled and got to work cleaning the cut on his lip and head, managing to make the poor boy wince, even if he immediately went to cover it with a casual clearing of his throat,

“I can see that your eyes are still a little red from what I hope is crying and nothing else … also yes, I was one of the nurses” she admitted as she carefully applied the alcohol rub, “don’t worry, your secret is safe with me, I couldn’t bare to see you in so much pain and I wouldn’t want to cause it because I decided to tell people … How are they holding up?” she asked as she covered his slightly large forehead wound with some silly little cartoon character covering it.

The pirate shrugged, he didn’t really know what to say, he was okay, the wings didn’t bother him anymore but because of everything else, he was terrified, and he didn’t know how to truly react to any of it,

“I guess I’m as okay as I can be … I feel bad, I ne’er got ye’ name” Harry mentioned as he allowed the nurse to start applying small strips of tape across his split lip,

“Oh, how silly of me, my name’s May, it’s nice to be on a name-to-name basis with you now, Harry, I’ve known you for months and you’ve barley known me” she teased, turning to dispose of any used items before pulling down a small curtain, blocking the little window on the door from allowing anyone to see anything from the outside, “I should have done this when you came in, no one can see in and no one is allowed to enter without knocking, the door physically won’t open for them if they don’t so you can stretch your wings out for a while, I can imagine that they aren’t used to being held down for so long” she explained as she started rearranging her work area.

Harry cautiously glanced between the door and the woman, his entire paranoid and scared brain told him not to, that it was a trap, but his aching wings and heart told him that she could be trusted. The pirate knew the young nurse could be trusted, May was sweet, friendly and she was there, she saw what he went through, she had been there when Ben had explained the circumstances and she agreed to keep it a secret, he knew he could trust her.

The fabric of his coat fluttered around the young Hook boy as he jumped from the bed, allowing the clothing to slip from his shoulders and fall to the ground, lying around his feet in a pile. His wings didn’t wait to spread out behind him and stretching and fluttering in the open space, more than glad to be free from their confines,

“Thank ye’” he mumbled as he rolled his shoulders, trying to fix the knots that had appeared there, “I was planning on heading to me dorm during lunch to let them out but … I dinnae think I could ‘ave made it” he explained as he jumped back up onto the medical bed, letting his wings lay and rest on the soft material underneath him,

“So, I know it’s not my place to ask but I’ve always been curious about pixies, I’ve never met anyone from pixie hollow before …” May mentioned as she took a momentary break, turning to lean against one of the counters in the room, “I overhead the King mention some training with the pixies, what is it like?” she asked curiously, watching the young boy relax, his eyes didn’t seem as red as they were earlier.

Harry thought for a moment, he hadn’t really had a chance to spend any time outside of school and training, nothing for himself to reflect or relax, whenever he wasn’t training with Tinkerbell, he was studying and catching up on his work and if he wasn’t doing that, he was panicking over today, which he guessed he didn’t need to do anymore,

“I guess it’s pretty fun, well, as fun as school can be” he chuckled as he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, “I’m not really allowed to go fully into everything yet, Miss Tink is teachin’ me the history and everything she was taught when she was first created, she did say that if I remember what she’s taught me, I might be able to practice some basic magic or maybe even some hoverin’” the pirate said excitedly, his eyes became wide with delight as he spoke, May couldn’t help but see him as an excitable child rather than the big bad pirate everyone claims he is,

“Well, that sounds boring, interesting and fun at the same time, I guess you’re going to have to make sure you’ve brushed up on your pixie history before your training then” she chuckled as she watched him smile a genuine smile, but all things must end as the school bell rang, causing the poor boy to curse and race to put his coat back on,

“I better go to me next class quick; I don’t need to be sent to Fairy God Mother again for being late” Harry panicked as he tried with a lot of difficulty to get his wings back into his coat, but it seemed like every moment he made just made it harder. Soon though, he felt a pair of hand grab the base of his coat and help shimmy the large wings into their hiding spot,

“If you’re not careful, you’re going to break one of them before you get a chance to use them” May chastised, letting the poor panicking boy rush around before pretty much slamming the door open,

“I’ll come say hi next time you’re free” Harry promised before disappearing out of the door, leaving an amused nurse behind.

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[queenmylovely]

congratulations on 800 love!! idk if you write for lucy (if you don't you can just write for rog or ben instead, whatever you prefer) but i've had this idea in my mind for weeks now about going on a date with lucy for the first time (i'm thinking dinner? even though it's super cliche lmao) and it's like super romantic and intimate 🥺 maybe you could make this a blurb or hc? 🤭

Oh my gosh, yes I write for Lucy! At least, I do now as this is the first thing I’ve written for her. The concept is not cliche, it’s perfect and this made me so soft, thanks for sending it in 💖 (under the cut cause it’s 1.5k, just fluff)

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Getting out of your uber, you smoothed down your dress and exhaled slowly to calm the nerves you were feeling. The nerves were due to the fact that you were going on your first date with a friend of a friend, Lucy. But the excitement you felt overpowered the nerves. You had already met her once before, at a dinner party at your mutual friend, Gwil’s place. The two of you had instantly caught each other’s eye and made flirty eye contact from either end of the table all night. By the time everyone was leaving, you had worked up the courage to ask for her number and had made plans for the next weekend.

You were walking to the doors of the restaurant, wondering whether Lucy was already inside or if she was still on her way. The latter seemed to be true when you looked around the waiting area and didn’t see her. There was a short line leading to the host station so you went to the end and stood there, glancing at your watch to see that you were exactly two minutes early.

Standing there, you looked around the restaurant and were pleased that you had told Lucy to choose where you went since it looked very nice; the perfect ambience and atmosphere. You were only there for about a minute when you heard your name.

Turning, you saw Lucy walking over to you and smiled brightly to match hers. She came up next to you, scooting past the person in line behind you and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Have you been waiting long?” she asked, adjusting her purse on her shoulder. Then she looked at you expectantly.

You realized you had just been staring at her, admiring the way her hair framed her face perfectly, the flattering cut of her dress and how she was just a tad taller than you in her heels. Smiling sheepishly you told her, “No, just a minute. You look beautiful by the way.”

Lucy smiled, looking at you happily as her cheeks became a very cute shade of pink, “Thank you, so do you.”

By then, you were at the front of the line and Lucy relayed the reservation information, then the host took you to your table. You sat down across from each other and then started to look at the menu.

“I know we literally just started looking, but do you have an idea of what you want? They have a great red or white if you want to pair it with your meal,” Lucy offered and you grimaced a little. Lucy joked, “What, am I being too controlling?”

“No, not at all. I just don’t like wine,” you said with a laugh.

“Oh, thinking back I do remember you having a G&T instead of Gwil’s rosé,” Lucy replied with a knowing look. “Is that your go-to?”

“Well it’s what most people have stuff for,” you answered. “But I’ll go for a mojito if I can. Like I think I’m gonna go with this peach one.”

“Ooo that looks good,” Lucy said, looking on her menu where you were pointing. “I think I’ll join you.”

A few minutes later, you had your drinks and had ordered your food. The two of you were chatting about work and upcoming projects. Lucy was happy to answer your questions about the films and shows she was working on, but was happier hearing about your job.

“Wow, as someone who’s always just working with someone else’s ideas, it’s wild to me that you actually create everything you do,” she said, her eyes wide.

“Well, we have a group that works on every project, but yeah, a lot of what I do is on my own,” you amended, feeling a rush of pride for what you did based on Lucy’s interest. “But acting definitely takes a bit of creativity, right? Like you have to decide how you’re going to do things.”

“That’s true,” Lucy said with a nod, “You seem to understand a lot of it for someone who said she didn’t ever do any acting.”

“I may have never done any formal acting, nor do I want to,” you shook your head, “However, I’ve been running lines with Gwil since the first year of uni.”

Lucy burst into laughter and you laughed with her but found yourself feeling an inexplicable amount of adoration for her as you did.

“Tell me,” she said with a conspiratorial look and through a few giggles. She leaned closer, her voice getting softer and the scent of her perfume growing stronger, “Has he always been this… pretentious?”

You looked at her in excited shock, reaching over and touching her arm, “Oh my gosh, you think so too?”

She let out a relieved laugh, quickly looking down at your hand, “Yes, but I swear no one else sees it!”

“It’s his ability to charm the shit out of everybody he meets. Never really worked on me though, as much as I love him,” you admitted, lifting your hand to gesture to yourself.

“No, me neither,” Lucy agreed, looking at you so intently that your heartbeat sped up.

“Let’s just say that his 20 minute spiel about the rosé was a repeat performance from one in uni, only then the bottle was worth $8 instead of $35,” you said with a smirk.

Lucy’s face broke into a smile as she laughed, her eyes sparkling. She hit your shoulder lightly, “You’re so bad!” but the look on her face told you she thought anything but.

Half an hour later, the food was eaten and you were looking at the dessert menu together.

“Okay, but the real question is do you like lemons? Because they have an amazing lemon soufflé with a raspberry sauce that is to die for,” Lucy suggested hopefully.

“Sounds perfect,” you told her with a smile.

When the dessert came, you dug into it together, and Lucy tried to ignore the bolt of heat that went through her when you moaned at the taste.

“This is so fucking good,” you said through a half-full mouth and Lucy chuckled. You swallowed your bite and continued, “You know, you have incredible taste. This restaurant, your outfit, this dessert!”

“You,” she added and you felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment, shoving another bite of raspberry covered lemony dessert into your mouth to keep you from saying something dumb.

The two of you continued eating and chatting, playfully using your spoons to fight for the best bites. As she smiled and laughed yet again you felt yourself stumble further down the path of falling in love with her already.

When the check came, you told her that since you were the one that had asked her out you were going to pay and if she wanted to pay then she’d just have to ask you out another time. She looked determined when she said she would.

Since neither of you had driven, you decided to share a car. It allowed for you to sit closer together than any other point in the evening, with your hands resting next to each other’s on the seat and your pinkies brushing together.

You took turns pointing out different things like good restaurants, a hidden shop full of local artist’s work, and eventually just random places you had been as an excuse to lean closer to the other.

The car arrived at your place first since it was closer to the restaurant and Lucy offered to walk you to your door. As you climbed out and fished for your keys, she leaned in the window and told the driver to wait.

She went with you to the entrance of the building and the two of you stood a little to the side to be out of the way.

“I had a really good time tonight,” you said with a soft smile.

“Me too,” Lucy told you. “You’re a great first date. And I’m sure you’ll be an even better second one.”  

Your smile grew, already excited for more.

“And you’re so cute,” Lucy added, unable to help herself when you smiled.

You were about to compliment her as well when she leaned forward and kissed you. Her lips were soft and warm and when you didn’t pull away, she brought her right hand to your waist and her left to your cheek to keep you close. Feeling her tongue slide along your lower lip, you opened your mouth for her and brought your left hand to her shoulder and your right one to hold hers in place.

Sighing into the kiss, you enjoyed what you hoped was the first of many, many kisses to come. After a minute, you pulled back and her lips followed yours so you pressed another quick kiss to them.

“The car’s still waiting,” you pointed out.

Lucy blushed, “Oh right, I should--”

“Tell them to leave and then come in with me,” you said, looking at her suggestively.

Lucy was surprised that you were being so forward, but as surprised as she was, she loved it even more and nodded quickly.

“I’ll go do that. Be right back,” she told you, sneaking another little kiss before she turned and rushed down the path back to the car.

You saw the driver shift into gear and start to drive away as Lucy looked back and smiled at you. She was back next to you in a moment, and she grabbed your hand as you unlocked the door with the other.

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[pipsqueakparker]

Also 25 why are you making me choose I'm awful at decisions

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

—

It was sunny when Simon drags me out of the flat.

“Let’s go for a walk.”

“We walk all the time.” I don’t look up from my book. I’ve already read it several times and my eyes are merely glazing the pages, I’m not sure I’m actually taking anything in.

Simon drops onto the sofa next to me, so close I can feel the heat rolling off his body. Even without his magic he still runs hot, especially in the heat waves that accompany the summer months. We’re in the middle of one now, hopefully reaching the end. Even I’m beginning to get a bit too warm.

Simon’s hand settles on my shoulder, all fire spreading across my skin.

“I need to go for a walk,” he begins. “And I would be elated if you would go with me.”

I do look up, at those blue eyes that could convince me to do anything when he looks at me that way.

“I suppose a stroll around the block couldn’t hurt.”

I close the book, dropping it onto the cushions and letting him pull me up and out into the streets.

It’s humid, I can feel the air clinging to my skin and see sweat already rolling down the side of Simon’s face. I watch a drop as it disappears into the collar of his shirt and push down the urge to reach out and lick right back up his neck. (He’s been fairly accepting of many things about me, but there’s still a line I fear crossing.)

We walk for a while. It’s definitely more than a stroll around the block, I’m actually not sure where Simon’s leading me but I follow. I follow him down the busy sidewalks, into a park for a more scenic route as he just continue walking. Not talking, occasionally he’ll reach out for my hand and swing our arms between us until we’re forced to part to move around a group, but that’s it. No words, he doesn’t even glance back at me.

Sometimes this is just what he needs, and I think he’s learned that sometimes it’s what I need, too. It’s been a hard year for both of us, for him especially, but I can’t pretend that uncovering my mother’s murderer didn’t do something to me. I mostly try to ignore it, and Simon knows that, says I really shouldn’t and tries to get me to talk to someone, but I still can’t imagine how that would go. And he knows that, too. So rather than pester me about seeing someone, or trying to get me to talk to him, he makes me go out for a walk. A nice, long walk where we don’t talk, but just enjoy the day, the sun, the breeze.

Well, he does. And I enjoy being with him, and watching him enjoy it all.

I don’t even notice the clouds rolling in, not until a rumble finally catches our attention and the sky is dark and threatening. Simon pauses, looking up, and I can see his mind working to figure out the quickest way back home. And in the next second, the clouds open up and we’re being pelted with rain.

It’s cool, refreshing. The humidity breaks with the rain, this is what the day has been waiting for. Simon’s face is still turned up to the clouds and I look at him, curls wet and messy and sticking to his forehead. He finally looks back to me, and we both break into laughter. My clothes are clinging heavily to my skin, my hair and drops of rain keep falling into my eyes no matter how much I brush them away, and then Simon’s hand is in mine again.

We’re still in the middle of the park and the wet grass squishes under our shoes as Simon pulls me through the storm, and I’m still not sure where we’re going but somehow this is even better. I can’t stop laughing, and neither can Simon, and his laughter mixed with the sound of water splashing into puddles and pounding on leaves and the ground is music to my ears.

There’s a gazebo just a bit ahead of us, Simon leads me up the steps and beneath the shelter, and we both fall against the railings, still laughing and trying to catch our breath. I turn to Simon as we calm down, take in the grin stretched across his face, the light behind his crinkled up eyes. Even a wet, rumpled mess he’s gorgeous, and I reach over and kiss him.

His lips are wet and he tastes like a strange concoction of fresh rainwater, salt, and something so purely Simon. Our lips slide together messily, I can feel the way my shirt almost suctions against my skin as Simon lifts it to slide his somehow still warm hands over my back. He’s still so warm, pressed solidly against me, the railing of the gazebo digging into the middle of my back but at the moment I just can’t care.

Simon’s mouth moves from my mouth to my jaw, he always loves leaving soft, wet kisses along my jaw and I’m in no position to complain. I watch a drop of water race down the side of Simon’s neck and this time don’t hold back the urge, I lean in and lick a stripe up his neck, following the same path the drop of water had taken. I feel Simon’s groan against my skin, a smile pulling at the corners of my lips until I find his again.

We stay in the gazebo until the rain calms down, mostly snogging our faces off, but eventually we sit on the floor of the shelter and finally do talk. Not about the past year, or my mother, or the Mage. But about the smaller things, our uni assignments and new recipes he wants to try out. About Micah’s impending trip to visit Penelope, and Simon’s concern of being out-coupled in his own home. (I can’t imagine Bunce and Micah being more unbearable than we must be to her, but time will only tell.)

Until the rain’s settled down to a drizzle and we find our way back home, still laughing at how drenched we got as we change into warm, dry clothes. We settle back into the sofa, Simon curling into my side as I fall back into my book, and I’m glad we went for a walk. For the moment, at least, something feels resolved, or maybe just pushed back into the depths of my mind, shadowed by this new memory of getting caught in a downpour with Simon and snogging in the middle of a park. It’s certainly a better place for my mind to wander, and a gentle reminder of what I have now, even after the year we’ve had.

[alloverthegaf]

So you said you wanted prompts so here's one I tried to write but never did because I'm not a good writer and also I'm lazy: *So the idea is that person A is a barista and person B learns A's hours and come in specifically to see A and order something complicated and annoying. And give A a hard time. But today, A is already having a bad time.* anyway if you want to try that haha

I like it and it’s perfect for Merthur which is not something I generally write but hopefully @dementorsatemysoup will get a kick out of it?

There’s a lot of swearing, mostly a horrendous abuse of the word ‘asshole’, and it cuts off very abruptly because it kept going longer than I meant it to and I ran out of patience lmao but hopefully you like anyway

The first time the Handsome Asshole, as he comes to be known in Merlin’s head, enters the cafe where he works is something of a prophecy for how their relationship is destined to go. He steps up to the counter, six people waiting in line behind him, and proceeds to order quite possibly the most complicated, douchiest beverage Merlin has ever had the displeasure of making. He lists off no less than eight modifications for his coffee, and though Merlin has two years of practice with his customer service smile, he can feel it getting tighter with every specification. Clearly, the Asshole who is Handsome is oblivious to Merlin’s - and his other customers’ - impatience, because he then goes back and lists it all again to make sure he hasn’t missed anything. Merlin assures him, through gritted teeth, that he’s got it all written down and will take extra care not to forget anything, and takes a moment to compose himself before he takes the next person’s order.

Despite the unfairly attractive man - tall, toned and beautifully blond - being an unequivocal douchebag, Merlin does his best to get the ludicrous order right, but they’re understaffed, it’s 8am, and there’s a horde of uni students who are about five minutes away from moaning for brains.

He gets the order wrong, and boy does he fucking hear about it.

It doesn’t stop the man from coming back, though. Two days later he’s back, this time at 4 in the afternoon, and Merlin could swear his face lights up with evil glee when he sees who’s behind the counter.

“Think you can get it right this time?”

Now, Merlin understands that the main reason he even has this job is because his uncle runs the place. He’s very grateful to Gaius for hiring him, and he knows that every time he mouths off to a customer it’s Gaius that has to hear about it. He never actually means to bite anyone’s head off, but he’s never been so great at keeping his mouth shut around bullies and the “think you can not be a prat this time?” slips out of his mouth before he’s even processed the words in his head.

Handsome Asshole’s eyes widen to saucer size and while a part of Merlin is panicking and already trying to think of a way explain this to his uncle, the rest of him is doing a mental self-five. He wishes he had his phone on him to take a photo of the guy’s expression. Maybe he’d print it out. Stick it on one of the front windows.

In the end, he doesn’t get abused. The man orders a flat white with two sugars and doesn’t say another word, but he stays as he drinks his coffee, and Merlin swears he can feel eyes on him the entire time. He waits, afterwards, for the inevitable dressing down from Gaius, but it never comes. Asshole must not have complained after all. Huh.

Maybe he realised he was being a prat after all.

But then, one week later, Handsome Asshole is back and apparently determined to up the ‘Asshole’ levels. His order seems twice as complicated as the first one, and he changes his mind about what syrup he wants about three times. Every time he does so, his smirk grows just a little wider, a little bit more smug, and Merlin can practically feel his blood levels rising. He considers getting it wrong on purpose, just to inconvenience him, but it’s pretty clear by this point he’s just being difficult on purpose so Merlin devotes every ounce of his concentration to making it perfect.

Judging by the surprised look on Handsome Asshole’s stupid handsome face, he succeeds. Mentally, he starts a tally in his head. Counting their first meeting, he sees it as 2 - 1 with him in the advantage. It’s his turn to smile smugly. Asshole looks at him with something like contemplation.

From there the pattern is set. At least three times a week Handsome Asshole - or HA for the times when Merlin’s too busy to properly mentally insult him - comes in and orders something ludicrous. It’s different every time, and every time Merlin makes sure he gets it just right. It comes to the point where Merlin neglects other customers’ orders in sake of HA’s, and as soon as he realises this he curses the man, but he can’t seem to make himself stop. Every time the man sips his coffee, or tea, or iced double whip soy latte with extra foam and two straws, and that expression crosses his face, Merlin feels like it’s a win.

Then comes the Very Bad Not So Good Day, as Gwen refers to it, or Absolute Shitfest, as Merlin prefers. It’s exam time for the uni students, and their milk wand is playing up, and a toddler knocks her babycino (and why is that a drink, Merlin thinks as he’s hurriedly mopping it up, just give her a goddamn juice box), and then a woman wearing gold and pearls like a bird that’s collected too many shiny things for its nest yells at Gwen and very nearly makes her cry, and Merlin has just. Had it. With this day, with this job, with humanity in general, Merlin is done, and he’s trying to gather the strength to last the two hours he has left of his shift while squeezing Gwen’s hand in comfort when the Asshole - because Merlin’s not feeling charitable enough for the ‘Handsome’ part today - strolls in like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

Merlin takes a deep breath, lets go of Gwen’s hand with a final squeeze, and steps up to the register. He stands tall as Admittedly Still Maybe Slightly Handsome Asshole walks up to the counter and opens his mouth to no doubt make his day twenty times harder, and Merlin just snaps.

“No.”

Asshole stares at him. “Excuse me? No?”

“No.” Merlin knows he should backpedal, excuse himself, just take the damn coffee order and spit in it when no one’s looking like any normal person would do, but he’s started now and he can’t seem to stop his mouth forming the words. “No, I will not make your skinny cap with three sugars and an extra half shot, or your mochachino at precisely 82 degrees temperature and four marshmallows, no, you don’t get a half-water chai latte with no foam and a dash of vanilla, no, okay, no. I’m done. I have had the day from hell, I am tired, my friend is crying in the back, and I’m about two seconds from throwing a mug at someone’s head, so no.” He breathes in, long and deep, and lets it out, taking advantage of the stunned silence. “I’m willing to do a flat white. One regular, plain, no frills flat white. I may throw in a spoon of sugar if you agree in the next five seconds.

To his utter shock, the man nods. “Okay.” Suddenly, it’s Merlin’s turn to stare. The man’s looking serious for about the first time since he ever stepped foot in this cafe, and is watching Merlin with dark eyes, calm and composed.

“Okay,” repeats Merlin dumbly, “okay.” He turns to start the very simple, very plain, very… boring coffee order.

“Is your friend okay?”

“What?”

Handsome Asshole cocks his head in gentle enquiry, and fuck, fuck if Merlin has stop calling him Asshole then all he’s got left is Handsome and he can not deal with that - “you said your friend’s crying. What happened?”

“Oh,” Merlin says, confused and unsure where to step in the face of this suddenly caring and apparently nice man, “uh, yeah, she uh - just, a customer was really awful to her, a few minutes ago.”

“I’m sorry,” is the man’s answer, and okay, what?

“Seriously? You’re sorry?” Merlin sets the mug down on the counter with a hard clunk and the man flinches as the coffee spills over the sides. “You’re sorry? You’ve been making my life hell since the moment you came in here but someone else gives one of us crap and now you’re sorry?”

“To be fair, I’ve only ever given you crap. I’m always nice to Gwen.”

Merlin throws his arms up wildly. “Oh, well, in that case.”

He hears an inelegant snort and stares at Very Handsome Asshole who is poorly hiding a grin behind one hand. Merlin channels his Uncle Gaius and raises a very unimpressed eyebrow. “Okay, seriously, what’s the deal? Why have you got it in for me?”

“I don’t,” is the reply, as the man lowers his hand but leaves the grin in place. “Not, uh, not like that, anyway.”

And that - that just makes no sense to Merlin, who responds with a very eloquent “what?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed this but you’re incredible entertaining when you get all riled up.” Merlin opens his mouth to give an improvised but impassioned lecture on the morals of riling up service people for fun when he quickly adds “and cute.”

Merlin thinks something in his brain has fallen out of place. “What?” he says again, because apparently that’s what his vocabulary has shrunk to.

“Your ears get very red,” the man says, and the high points of his cheeks seem to flush in sympathy. “And your eyes get kind of wild and you start biting your lip and, uh.” He rubs the back of his neck. It’s the first time Merlin has ever seen him act self-conscious. “Well. Couldn’t help myself, I suppose.”

Merlin stares at him. And stares. The staring goes on for so long that the coffee sitting ignored between them goes cold. Finally, as if only just managing to register what was said, he exclaims “you’ve pissed me off for near three months because I’m cute?!”

Some of the other patrons look over curiously at the rise in volume. Handsome Man shifts uncomfortably under the sudden scrutiny. “I’ve been told I’m not so good at flirting.”

“You think?”

[notquitejiraiya]

Hi! How are you? It's me! your rebel anon! the one who comments on AO3 (reilynn), still without a tumblr account. I hope so much you're ok! And of course I was wondering if you had the time to write something? But my ask is this: can you maybe share with us a sentence of your next Chess chapter? :) I'm sending you lots of love, I miss you and Chess!

Hello, rebel anon!

I adore your comments with my whole heart and am so grateful, of course I remember you :) And thank you for asking, but I’m okay. I have very little time to do anything outside the spectrum of uni, but Chapter 25 is in the works. I just have almost no time to write. 

Given that it’s been over a month, I worry that a sentence simply isn’t enough, so here - have the first few paragraphs of Chapter 25:

“The smoke filtered through the window as he perched on his windowsill, knees up against his chest as he stared out at the clear sky. Finally, it had stopped raining, and the clouds—lighter and brighter—drifted with as little purpose as they had before the storms had crawled in. And while usually he’d always be glad to sit and watch them float endlessly, his own puffs of smoke joining them every once in a while, today Shikamaru was glad that he had something to do. Well, more glad that he was doing something with her.

From the pocket of his jeans buzzed his phone, reminding him he had only a little time to daydream before he had to make a move, and he was amazed himself that he wasn’t ready to go right now. Upon his eyes opening a mere crack, Shikamaru had woken up instantly in the knowledge that it was Saturday; that she had something planned for him, and that today he got to be with her.

But he had forced himself to calm down. He couldn’t let himself get too sappy. How exactly he was meant to take what his father had said to him a few days ago, he wasn’t sure. Shikamaru certainly still believed it was way too early to say that he loved her, but his constant awareness of how long it would be before he saw her again was undeniable. Nothing compared to what surged through him every time he saw her laugh or her lips even curl up into the tiniest smile. He’d switch out watching the clouds for making her laugh any day of the week.

He felt like a sap.

He absolutely hated it.”

Have the most wonderful day! Hopefully in the next week or two I can get up the rest of Chapter 25, and thank you so so much for the support and love!