#twas a good time... as Usual!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

cantaloupe dragon part two, electric boogaloo! w/ lowkey worldbuilding woven in

[lolacouldnotcareless]

spent the whole day at an archery competition yesterday!!! twas really fun and i got slightly better :3 i also spent the whole day with long sleeves till it was my turn. it did not prevent the sunburns. i have a stripe pattern on my left arm now (caused by my arm protection)

[disgustingtwitches]

MDNI

Working at a restaurant with 141!(Part 5)

The shithead owner decides that he needs to sign up for a "restaurant renovation" show. Chaos ensues.

"A fucking TV show?"

Gaz frowns while polishing glasses.

"Told him it was a bad idea."

Price shrugs, lighting a cigar. You are horrified, being on the screen for millions of people to see was nerve wracking. And it'll be the first time you meet the owner.

"Restaurant renovation... Lik' he gives twa fucks aboot renovating this shitehole."

Johnny ashes his smoke and passes it to you. You take a deep drag and sigh, this is gonna be a disaster.

~

Cameras are set up everywhere, everyone's mic'd up, there are too many people in too small of a space. Some obnoxiously loud man introduces himself. He seems to be an amalgamation of every TV host you've ever seen, wearing too much cologne and too much hair gel. He puts a hand on your shoulder,

"The place looks terrible but at least they got something nice to look at here."

He flashes a smile, cheap veneer blindingly white. You awkwardly laugh while Price steps in, introducing himself. You scurry away to the back where the rest of the boys are,

"I want everyone to be on their best behavior today. No fucking around. Don't make me look bad."

The owner is a bland man, average height and weight, with a shitty haircut and wearing an ugly flashy shirt. He turns around and briefly introduces himself, he already smells like liquor. Great. He gets waved over to get interviewed by the host. You and the guys watch from the other end of the restaurant. It's quite embarrassing, the host pointing out how run down the place looks, the menu is confusing and overwhelming, and then asks if he's drunk,

"I can smell the alcohol from here Carl... it's only 11am buddy."

The owner stutters and blinks,

"I- just uh, just a crazy night is all."

The host stares, unconvinced. Carl shifts awkwardly in his chair. The next segment was ordering food apparently, so you were up. You walk up to the table as the host asks you a barrage of questions,

"How would you say the fish is here? Is everything fresh? What do you think of the steak? Do you have any recommendations?"

When you say you only ate the fries from here and he laughs loudly,

"That is not a good sign folks!"

He stares at the camera, showing off teeth that were too big for his mouth before you walk off and punch in the order. There's a cameraman recording John and Simon cooking,

"Steak and potatoes."

John reads the slip out loud, they move around the kitchen while the owner watches. For such a simple dish there's a lot of chaos, Carl is yelling at them to move faster and cook properly, John is busy arguing with Carl and burns the steak, Simon plates up the food and hands it off to you. You place the plate down in front of the host,

"Oh...oh my God..."

You keep a straight face, hands behind your back. The host looks back up at you,

"Does the food usually come out like this?"

There's a tone of disgust and concern, his eyebrows turned up, you shrug. He stares back down at the filet and cuts into it,

"It's very impressive that one is able to overcook such a large piece of meat. That takes...skill."

You watch concertedly as he picks up a piece and puts it into his mouth, it looks like he wants to cry.

He goes on to complain about the quality of the food to the camera as he walks to the kitchen,

"At least it's clean back here. I've seen kitchens in wors- is that a fucking pigeon?"

Sure enough, there is. How the fuck did it get in here?

"Oh! I just left the door open to let some fresh air in..."

Carl awkwardly tries to catch the bird while the boys watch amusedly, even the camera crew stifle a laugh.

"Christ Almighty, what is wrong with you man?"

The host shakes his head, watching the whole scene in disbelief. Eventually, the bird is out of the building and the sweep of the kitchen continues.

"Food is not expired, everything is stored properly, it's all very well organized. I was honestly expecting worse."

The host walks up to the bar next, plucking up bottles and examining them,

"So, Kyle is it? How long have you been working here for?"

"Just a little over five years."

Gaz leans against the bar. There's a gasp and the host waves the camera over,

"Look at this shit,"

He points at the label,

"Expired in August,"

You look over at Gaz and Soap, they look like they're about to piss themselves, holding back laughs.

"Of 2012!"

The host looks disgusted,

"Why didn't you throw this away?"

"Carl told me to not toss anything."

Kyle shrugged. Soap is almost in tears, shaking, trying to bite back a howl of laughter.

The next two days are like this, you don't know why Carl hasn't pulled the plug on this fiasco yet,

"I think he's getting drunker as the days go by."

Johnny says, ashing his cigarette. There's a nod from Simon,

"I think he enjoys being embarrassed, seems like the type to get off on that."

'The big finale' as the host calls it, means getting a new menu, refreshing the cooks(John's) skills, and cleaning out the bar. The place is opened and there's a line out of the door. It's overwhelming, the customers are putting on a show, acting like dickheads and sending everything back even when there's nothing wrong with the food. Simon and John are on top of everything, putting out food as fast as possible, Carl is shitting himself running around the kitchen like a headless chicken. The night goes by fast and everyone is at the bar,

"So the cooks are for the most part competent, the waitress is amazing, and the bartender is well... The man can do no wrong. The problem here is you,"

The host points at Carl who is fucking sloshed swaying back and forth,

"I genuinely think this restaurant would be better off without you."

Carl starts bawling. The host is visibly uncomfortable. The boys and you are looking at each other. Then when all the cameras and lights are gone, it's all back to normal. Carl is looking for reassurance from anyone and you and the boys just pack up and head home, Price patting him on the back,

"You'll be alright."

~

A few months later, you're all sat on the couch watching the TV. Johnny's over the moon pointing at the screen,

"Look thare A am! See hou sexy A look?"

He's smiling and waving at the camera in the background of the scene where Carl is crying his eyes out. That gets a laugh out of Gaz,

"You're a sick bastard, Soap."

Once the episode dropped, the restaurant got busy for a few months. Most of the customers are horny women ogling at Kyle. On occasion you get the request to bring out "the scary looking one" and you just laugh it off.

"You're so lucky working with all these guys, I don't know if I'd be able to control myself,"

A particularly drunk woman said to you one day. You just smile while Kyle winks at you over his shoulder.

[wall-e-gorl]

Really not working forward to work tomorrow

[guppybibi]

𖦹 pairing: John ‘Soap’ MacTavish x fem!reader

𖦹 content: Crack & fluff, not proofread, ooc i think

𖦹 notes: more self indulgent fics, posted this later than expected

The phrases “I’m hungry” or “I’m starving" will practically be non-existent to you once you get together with John. You, his missus, hungry? Oh we just can't have that, that's as bad as the world getting striked by a humongous meteor! He needs to make sure his beloved missus is well fed, what kind of husband is he if otherwise?

Don't even move, he's already mixing up a bunch of different ingredients to make some sort of Scottish concoction that's usually either a hit or miss for your personal taste. The next second, you're getting a spoonful of whatever he made stuffed in your mouth.

So when he sees you reject the airplane of food whooshing towards your mouth, a baffled look is on his face. He swore he heard your stomach grumble, he's positive! “Urr ye nae hungry, bonnie? Ah swear ah heard yer tummy rumbling.” He gulped, setting the bowl and utensils aside and going right over next to you.

“I’m alright, not hungry today.” You snappily reply, as if a worm was in your brain telling you to chop-chop. Turning your head over to the TV, you leave Johnny to purse his lips in disapproval. Did you not like the food he made? No, you would've directly told him that. His mind starts to wander, like it was on an adventure to find out what was wrong. Though the grumbling of your stomach pulls him out of his thoughts, alerting the big red ‘worry’ button in his mind.

“Did ah dae somethin’ wrong?” He quizzes, nuzzling his face into your neck. The feeling of his warm breath fanning against your neck making you twitch a bit, but not enough to water down your fiery anger. “You ate the last pudding cup, John MacTavish.” You answer straightforwardly, looking at him right in the eye. Uh ohh..This wasn't good. If he was afraid of anything it wouldn't be guns and explosions, (Though he still flinches at the sound of fireworks sometimes, don't tell anyone that. It's confidential information.) it’d be his angry missus.

“O-oh..did ah, bonnie?” His voice faltering, the sweat beading at his forehead betraying him as it clearly showed his nervousness at the moment. “Don't act stupid, MacTavish! I saw the plastic cup in the bin!” You shout back in an accusatory tone, your brows furrowing while you point at him. If he was a puppy, his ears would be down right now. You could even visualize it, with the way he was pouting his lips in guilt there was no doubt about it.

“C’mon i’m sorry, bonnie..i didnae mean tae eat it, 'twas in th' fridge fur lik' a week.” He apologizes sincerely, gentle eyes all over you. “Ah thought ye didnae waant it anymair.” His expression and tone was making it hard for you to stand your ground, it was blowing out the burning wick of the candle that existed at the back of your mind.

“Forgive me, please?” The Scot pleads, noticing that you were giving in. It was the perfect time to start using the puppy eyes on you. You couldn't stay mad at him for long, even if you wanted to. “Fine..” And with that, he's all over you. Kissing every region of your face affectionately, he really was like a puppy. You could imagine a fluffy little tail wagging right now.

“Ah promise tae buy ye mair puddin..” He was for sure going to keep that promise.

[tteokdoroki]

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— phone calls from far away + katsuki bakugou.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — katsuki get's grumpy when he's away from you - but luckily his groomsmen know just who to call to make him feel better.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, crack? smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, slight praise!kink, pro-hero!bakugou, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 2.6K.

⭑ notes — hello my lurvs! i feel like its been ages since i wrote the main man bkg so here's an old wip i found and ended up finishing so i could practise short form! twas picked by you guys! enjoy ! - m.list ✩

“i need you take this phone, drop your panties and have sex with bakugou. now.”

“kaminari— what?” 

you’d just picked up the phone, halfway through a peaceful afternoon relaxing before your own bridal shower in a few days and hadn’t been expecting a call from some of your husband’s closest friends. 

“you heard me! take the phone, take off your underwear and fuck—“ 

“please!” kirishima pleads with you next, looking like he’s about to cry. “he’s driving me insane!” 

“what’s he done now?”

“he’s grumpier than usual, threatened to skin deku alive for chewing too loud and nearly ripped the damn bolt out of my hair when i asked him to pass the salt at breakfast— please, be my saving grace here and have phone sex with your fiancé before he kills us all!” 

you smile and cock your head, picking up the kettle to finish your tea. “that just sounds like regular old katsuki,” kaminari’s bottom lip wobbles and kirishima groans in the background— it was obvious you were their last resort. a guys only holiday for your lover’s bachelor party had been their idea despite your warnings but you did miss katsuki and you were feeling pent up from being away from him. you were sure he felt the same, he was clingy and pouty, threw tantrums when he couldn’t have you. 

“we’re begging you here,” shouto cuts in as he enters the frame— ice cold drink in his hands and his face calm. though his mismatched eyes blaze with stress. “thirty minutes of your time and i’ll let you take a spin in my father’s private jet.” 

you note sero tugging on his hair in the background.

“i thought hush money wasn’t your thing, todoroki.” you’re coy with your words, watching the boys fall into a pit of despair at your boyfriend’s tantrums. 

izuku speaks next, his green eyes large and glassy.  “please.” 

in the end, you relent in amusement and send the boys off to give the phone to bakugou while you make yourself comfortable in your shared bedroom— surrounded by his lingering scent of caramel and sweet musk woven into the threads of the expensive linen sheets the blonde insisted on buying.

you can’t stop your heart from fluttering once your fiancé pops into view— he’s decked out in a lose fitting button down, open to reveal his perfectly cut washboard abs and the expanse of  his skin, slightly golden and tanned from the caribbean sun. katsuki’s luminous red eyes soften as soon as they settle their sights on you, love flickering amongst the darkened flecks that spiral within them. “hi baby, how’s your vacation going?” you sing, sinking back into the blankets and holding your phone up above so that he can get a good view of you.

“awful. these idiots wouldn’t know how to plan a trip outta this damn resort if they tried.” bakugou comments, going quiet as he waits for your laughter. he gets clingier when he’s away, finding himself souring over the fact that he can’t just roll over and bury his face in your neck every morning— instead he’s met with eijirou or stupid izuku trying to drag him out for some bachelor’s fun…when really all katsuki wants is to be with you. “miss you, wish you were here.” 

“i miss you too kats, so much.” with a voice that drips like honey, you lower your tone until it’s sultry— your siren’s song running smoothly through  bakugou’s ears. he quirks a brow at you, recognizing it as he mumbles a quiet ‘yeah?’ “mhm…wanna see how much i’ve missed you, baby?” 

“‘course i wanna see you, pretty girl…” acknowledging his hum as one of approval, you pan your camera down the expanse of your lounging body. using one hand to hike up your (katsuki’s) shirt— revealing plush thighs and a soft tummy and the stretch marks that curl around your waist and curve of your hips. the low groan bakugou lets out from over the line shoots straight down to your clit, the little nub pulsing with need as you drag your fingertips over your skin just like your fiancé would.

both of you develop a hitch in your breath when you hit the waistband of your panties— they’re nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary but katsuki finds the comfort and confidence you have in yourself incredibly sexy. you can tell by the intensity of his stare, ruby gem eyes honed in on your every movement, that he’s hungry for you— like a feral animal that hasn’t eaten in weeks. 

“how bad d’ya wanna see, katsuki?” you ask him shakily, toying with your waist band, hips wiggling as if to prompt an answer out of him. 

bakugou’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, and even though the service on your call isn’t the best, you’re still able to pick up on his ragged and uneven breathing. “you’re killin’ me here, sweetness. show me.” 

“m’kay, let me get you a better view.” 

feeling the flame of desire ignite in your core— you make quick work of propping your phone up against spare pillows and spread your legs either side of the frame. he does the same. there’s a growing wet patch from where your slickness seeps into the crotch of your underwear— obvious to katsuki even from over the screen, painted in darker shades of pixels. you’re so wet that it defines the puffiness of your folds pulsing between the material and for a bit of relief, you slide the length of your middle finger between them, whimpering out your fiancé’s name. 

“that’s it, touch yourself f’me,” the blonde slurs, his eyes hooded and voice hoarse, entranced by the way you slap three fingers against your sticky and clothed cunt. “can you take your panties off too, sweetness? wanna see that pussy ‘n how she’s doin’ without me.” katsuki knows how turned on you get from him watching you, admiring you like you’re a work of art belonging to one of the finest galleries in the world— so he takes it upon himself to guide you softly, command you even when he’s thousands of miles away.

you do as your fiancé says, peeling your panties off despite how thick, clear strings of arousal glue them to your sex before you toss them into the room somewhere. a choked moan rattles around in katsuki’s throat, watching your unused, tiny hole quiver around nothing after being exposed to the cold air— he can’t help but whine next, all high pitched and desperate, wishing it was him who was circling two digits around your entrance and occasionally dipping them into your salacious sex instead of you.

that should be him stretching you out, should be him in his bed— touching up his girl and playing with her swollen clit as blood carrying lust and happy hormones rush to it. “such a…such a good fuckin’ girl for me, baby.” bakugou goads, his eyes damn near rolling back at the sound of your lewd pussy squelching around your fingers echoing around his hotel room. your hips slowly rocking against the palm of your hand so you slowly fuck them into yourself. 

his camera picks up on every detail, the way your cunt glistens with arousal and the way your thighs twitch the more you give yourself— curling your fingers against your soft velvet walls bakugou’s been dying to be inside since the night he left for this stupid fucking bachelors trip. the more he sees you stuff yourself, the more his cock twitches to life and strains against the netting on the inside of his swim shorts, the first spurts of milky precum smearing against it.

before you get too lost in the pleasure, you sit up and pull your fingers from the snugness of your selfish sex and spit onto them as if to give yourself more lube to fuck yourself deeper— taking a break to reel katsuki in.  “take your cock out f’me kats, i know you’re hard.” you say breathless, the tail end of your words tapering off into a quiet sigh while slap down on your soaked pussy for his viewing. “probably so pent up, miss your pretty cock. miss havin’ you inside me.” 

bakugou shudders at your praise, moving quickly to kick off his shorts and letting his aching cock spring free— the length of it smacking against his tummy, precum beading just above his belly button. “i miss you baby. fuck…so sensitive,” he hisses, forming a fist around his shaft, rough palms from his quirk brushing up against the pretty blue veins that wrap all the way around him. you’ll never get over how beautiful his cock is, how beautiful your fiancé is with his skin flushed and shining with a thin layer of sweat— chest heaving rhythmically as whimpering as he touches himself to you and spits in his palm to mimick the wetness of your pussy around him.  bakugou’s cockhead, a bright shade of red, bleeds white against his knuckles while he matches the pace of his hand to your fingers sliding sloppily in and out of your fluttering hole. “rub in circles baby, don’t forget. jus’ like that… jus’ like how i do it.”

pressing a thumb into your clit and dragging the hood of it back, you squeal— seizing up and gushing all at once. “ooh, shit ‘suki!” you stutter, bucking your hips up eagerly to meet your hand— imaging your fiancé stuffing you full instead of your tiny fingers. “w-what do you miss about me, kats? t-tell me baby.” 

“miss…y-your…fuck! you’re so pretty. mm’god, baby…” it’s impossible to focus on anything but your pussy on display for him— your movements syncing up with each other, touching yourselves as if you’re fucking one another. the glisten of your nectar around your fingers only serves to turn the explosive pro hero on even more and he only hopes the view of his precum dripping down his balls and his knuckles has the same effect on you. 

“don’t be shy kats, focus.” 

“miss your skin, s’so soft. your lips on mine. my tongue in your fuckin’ mouth… fuck, your pussy wrapped around me, squeezin’ down on me just like that…” bakugou grunts out over the sound of his fist slapping wetly up and down his dick. “cant wait to get home ‘n sink into your tight little hole, fuck you like your fingers can’t.”

“i should make you wait until after the wedding day. s’what you get for leaving me.” you tease him despite your pout, saliva pooling on your tongue as you just about manage to brush at your g-spot, something katsuki wouldn’t have struggled with if he were here making a mess of you in person. you suppose fucking him over face time would have to do for now. 

“no baby, please. please don’t make me wait, ‘m gonna fuck you so good i promise.” katsuki begs and you believe him, how can you not? with his cheeks all red and face twisted in desperation… perhaps agony from not being able to grind his girth into the deepest parts of you— sufficing with his soiled fist and the memory of you instead. he’s only been away from you a week, but it feels like eternity. “if you wanted to wait until after marriage i’d have put a ring on your finger the day we first fuckin’ met.” he somehow quips, his voice falling just underneath the sound of skin on skin as he pumps himself towards orgasm— matching how you get yourself there with rapid circles on your pleasure nub and fingertips pressed against your g-spot. 

if he were there, you would have cum by now— squealing on his cock like the little princess that you are, your juices running down your inner thighs even more than they are now. the thought of you ruined like that that nearly kills the blonde. 

“are you close katsuki? don’t hold back for me.” the way you say his name and pull him back into the present has bakugou’s hips lifting from the bed in his hotel room, the course pad of his thumb swiping eagerly over his burning cockhead as he rubs his seedy arousal into his sensitive slit.  his fist around his cock mimics the way you would squeeze  down on him every time you curl your fingers in your pretty cunt. 

the pro hero shakes his head, the tips of his ears flushing red too even though it’s grainy from over the face time call. “d-don’t wanna cum without you.” 

it’s not that he doesn’t, it’s that he can’t. katsuki can’t cum unless he’s got his eyes on you, watching every detail and shift of your facial expressions when you’re close— when you’re mewling out for him and crying for his cock just like you are now… except on the other side of the world. he can’t cum unless your body tells him that you’re close too. 

“i’m there baby. let go for me.” it’s your turn to make a promise to him, throwing your head back into the pillows so you can take in bakugou’s scent— picture him rutting into you from above, droplets of sweat running down his forehead as he pounds you into oblivion. the ecstasy running through your system threatens to make the dam burst, the symphony of your moans harmonising over the call only dragging you closer and closer to your highs. “c-cum with me. please.” 

neither of you can hold back, bakugou pumping his dick until it hurts— a raw and needy cry ripping through his sticky chest as his thick load shoots up it, painting him white with his own seed and contrasting against his sun kissed skin. you’re no better, gushing so hard that you force your fingers out of you, clear streams of your juices spewing out of your cunt and soiling the sheets below. 

for a moment, the pair of you lay on call with each other, panting in unison as you come back down to earth. katsuki cleans himself up with a tissue and you lean down to grab your phone, wanting to see him better.

“i really do…fuck… made me cum so much. i really do miss you baby.” he’s the first to speak, his voice gravely from all the cursing and groaning he had been doing but his facial expression soft and satisfied.

“i know. i can’t wait for you to come home, have fun for me okay? i’ll be waiting.” you whisper to him, smitten and longing— mentally counting down the days until he’s back from his bachelors vacation. “no more tantrums. behave.” 

“m’kay sweetness,” bakugou laughs at your warning, rolling his eyes albeit fondly. “drink some water ‘n eat somethin’ good yeah? you always forget if you fall asleep right after you cum.”

“i will. you eat somethin’ too. i love you.” 

“love you more.” 

it takes a while before either of you hang up— clinging onto the few moments you have with one another before one of the boys come looking for katsuki and whisk him away. 

you manage with shaky legs to get up and pee before fixing yourself some cup ramen so you can head to bed for the night on a full stomach ( as your fiancé had wished ).  when you wake up the next day you have several happy texts from kaminari and an attachment, so you rub your eyes to clear your bleary vision to check them. 

kaminari dunce face - 13:52PM: thank you for whatever the fuck you did to kacchan tonight. 

kaminari dunce face - 13:53PM: he’s literally never been nicer.

kaminari dunce face - 13:55PM: (attachment.mp4)

downloading the video, you can’t help but grin— adding the video of katsuki drunkardly hugging deku and singing his love for you in the middle of the resort at night directly to your camera roll.

[avatarmerida]

Hey fellow losers I’m back with more beta huntlow fluff. I know I’ve written some Paulina/William stuff before but this is based on the most recent even more beta huntlow we got from the leaked show bible. So we’ve gone from awkward little prince and fumbling quirky girl to feral witch hunter and equally feral creepy plant girl and I also love them too so hope ya like it 💛💚

———

“And if the water boils here how do all the plants live?” William asked, balancing on the fence along Paulina’s garden as she did some maintenance and planted some new seeds they had found in the forest. She never tired of answering his many questions about the demon realm, especially about the flora and fauna.

“The same way they do in the human realm I suppose,” she said with a small shrug. “I think the stems here have more coating than the plants you’ve seen, but a lot of plants close up during the rain to protect their petals.”

“Interesting,” he said, jumping down to look at her work closer. “How do you persuade the ones with teeth not to bite you?”

“I just keep them well feed, they don’t nip unless they’re hungry or scared,” she said. “But feeding them the food that helps keep their teeth healthy is tricky because it smells kinda gross.”

“They can smell it?”

“They sure can.”

“Fascinating,” he marveled, looking at them closer to see if he could understand how.

“Can I ask you a question?” Paulina asked, wiping some stray dirt from her glasses.

“Of course you may,” replied William, sitting on the ground beside her.

“Why are you still so upset with Luz?” She asked, changing topics. She saw his body language shift.

“I think it’s very clear why,” he said softly.

“You know she didn’t wake you up early on purpose,” she said gently. “She’s really a very nice person, and she genuinely thought she was helping you. Is there anything she can do to prove she’s sorry?”

“I’m not upset that she woke me from my slumber, I'm upset that she was able to,” sighed William, hugging his knees.

“What do you mean? Do you not want to be here?” Paulina asked, hoping it wasn’t the case. Selfishly, she liked having him around.

“When it happened… my uncle told me I’d awaken to a better world. That the suffering and confusion I was around would be gone. That I’d be awoken gently by my…”

“By who?”

“… by my true love.” He said under his breath, almost as though he was embarrassed to utter the words.

“Oh, so you think that Luz is your-.”

“Ew! Bleh, no!” He exclaimed in disgust. “Er, sorry that was rude. No, no I don’t think that. But I think she able to awaken me the way she did because I don’t have a true love.”

“Oh,” Paulina breathed, seeing the genuine hurt slip though the cracks as he tried to keep his lip from trembling. She ventured this was the first time he had said the sentiment aloud. “Or maybe the spell just wore off.”

“Or maybe it just gave up,” he said with a hurt chuckle. “I mean, it makes sense; maidens didn’t favor me before, why would they ever start now? I was better off sleeping forever, giving the world some peace.”

“William, don't say that,” she said, taking his hand. He didn’t flinch at her dirt covered hands.

“It’s true, is it not?” He sighed, focusing on her knuckles decorated with grass stains and tiny scars from the thorns she did not fear. “I cause you nothing but trouble despite you showing me nothing but kindness.”

“Well technically I did threaten to feed you to my plant,” she reminded him. It was certainly a unique first impression.

“Twas for my own good,” he said. “Plus knowing you as I do now, I know it was merely a jest to teach me a lesson. You are kind and patient and I’m just a nuisance.”

“No you’re not!” She insisted. “Okay, well maybe a little at first, but you’ve changed! You’re still learning and adapting, growth doesn’t happen all at once overnight.” She gestured to her garden as proof, a mixture of progress and color. “Love is the same way, ya know. Usually you have to get to know someone first before you label them as your ‘true love.’” She carefully plucked a vibrant yellow flower and placed it behind his ear.

“So… you don’t believe in love at first sight?” He asked timidly as she went back to her gardening.

He remembered when he first saw her, how there was a rosey spotlight around her like a halo. How time slowed down so he could soak in every detail of her beauty, memorize her voice and her movements before reality set back in and with it brought a new breed of confusion. He didn’t know better, but upon reflection the whole ordeal felt like what the poetry he had read in secret during his studies labeled as the phenomenon of love at first sight. His eyes had not seen such a thing before and ever since.

“Hmmm, not really?” Paulina pondered. “I think it’s different for everyone, but I also don’t think I’d want to marry someone I don’t know who kissed me while I was sleeping.”

“That is a fair point,” William chuckled, leaning over to help her make another hole in the ground for her next round of seeds. “You’re correct, as usual.”

“Exactly, and I’m also correct when I say if you want to fall in love then you will,” said Paulina. “You just have to give it time, it’s not something you can force.”

“You know… much about love then?”

“I mean, my dads really love each other but they didn’t get married the second they met,” she said. “They got to know each other first and they didn’t meet the way they thought they’d meet their spouse. Everyone’s story is different.”

“But it’s also possible that some of us aren’t meant to have a story.”

She couldn’t deny that, but she refused to accept a world where a boy who seemed to cherish love so much wasn’t meant to have it. “Maybe she was able to wake you because she was meant to introduce you to your true love.”

“Perhaps,” he said, his mind fully focusing on how she had been the first person Luz had introduced him to. He couldn’t complain about that logic.

“It also might help if you had a crush first,” added Paulina, carefully pressing the dirt back into the ground as though tucking it into bed.

“Like a duel?”

“Oh well, a crush is like… what comes before someone is your true love,” she tried to explain without divulging how complicated they could truly get. “Like, having positive feelings about someone, and wanting to spend time with them without, like, getting married after a few days. Just like thinking of them romantically.”

“I think I may… have formed this crush.”

“Oh! On who?” She asked with enthusiasm that made him quiet. Paulson wore her heart on her sleeve, but he had trouble expressing anything that was not deeply rooted in fact. Or at least, the facts he had been feed. A few moments ago he didn’t have the words to describe his feelings let alone validation their were sinful. He didn’t know the proper way to share them.

“Wel… um…”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” said Paulina quickly, sensing the answer was hard for him to bring forth. “I didn’t consider it could be someone from your original time. I’m sorry if that was too forward, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“And… not wanting to share it doesn’t make it wrong?” William asked.

“Of course not,” she assured him. “You’re allowed to have secrets, and if you want to tell me eventually that’s fine too; you decide when and if you’re ready. I mean, I’ve had tons of crushes on very different people but sometimes they’re just something small, ya know? Sometimes they take awhile to figure out and sometimes they go away on their own, each one is different.”

“Has there ever been one you weren’t able to escape?”

“Well, I don’t know if I would word it like that,” she chuckled. “Having a crush is supposed to be fun, it’s exciting. And sometimes scary, but that also makes it fun. Like a rollercoaster.”

“A roller… coaster?”

“Oh yeah I forgot,” she giggled. “I’ll have to show you one.”

“A… crush?”

“No a rollercoaster,” she said.

“Ah, haha yes of course,” he laughed nervously, painfully aware that he could not seem to stop. “So w-what does one do if they don’t wish to have the crush dissolved?”

“Well I guess you could ask the person you have a crush on to go on a date with you.”

“And a date is like… a courtship, yes? I would seek to woo them?”

She giggled. “Yes, you would seek to woo them.”

He didn’t know what he said that was so humorous but he’d say it everyday for the rest of his life it meant getting to hear her laugh like that.

“Ah, well then. That’s another obstacle, as I know not the way to do so,” he said with a slight frown. “Especially in this foreign, modern land I feel that any outing I plan would not be up to her standards.”

Paulina’s ears perked, her first suspicion dashed as William made it clear the person he liked was someone he had met since he had awakened, which meant it was more than likely that she knew the person as well.

She wondered how well she knew them.

“I mean, like you said I still have much to learn about this world and this time,” he sighed. “But regardless, I’m still myself and I can’t help but feel as though someone discovering I have this crush for them would be most unwanted.”

“I don’t think so,” said Paulina. “I think they’ll think it’s sweet.”

“Surely you jest,” he scoffed. “You’re kind to spare my feelings but I’m sure if this person was aware of my thoughts regarding them they’d be repulsed and uncomfortable.”

“Well I’m sure they’d be perfectly fine with it,” she insisted. “After getting to know you these last few months I can tell you’re actually really sweet, even if you don’t think so. Give yourself more credit.”

“Oh so if I were to tell you I fancy you and wish to spend my days with you, you wouldn’t find it revolting?” He asked as though it was the most comical thing he could imagine.

“No.”

“Oh.” He said, surprised at how quickly and confidently she replied. He cleared his throat and dared to continue. “S-so if I were to say that I would consider it an honor to hold your hand and escort you anywhere you wish to go, you wouldn’t find it inappropriate?”

“No.”

“A-and if I told you you have the most captivating, soft eyes I’ve ever seen and that they make precious jewels envious you would be… okay with that?”

“Um…” Paulina found herself speechless, struck by his words like they were an arrow destined for her very heart.

“Oh yes of course that sentiment is made of cheese, as you might say.” He laughed, slightly embarrassed. “I should have realized my attempts at poetry were novice at best. I apologize if the example was offensive, I should have-.”

“No, no it was very nice!” she said quickly, not wanting to prevent him from saying such lovely things. “It was a beautiful thought, Will. I think anyone would like to hear that.”

“Truly? Uh, well thank you,” he said, unable to hide the blush that danced across his freckles. “Eh, but I’m sure you hear things such as that daily from your suitors.”

“My suitors?” She repeated with a snort. “Oof, now that’s a good one.”

But William did not find it humorous. “I’m sorry, I’m confused.”

“Well let’s just say when other witches my age notice me it’s usually not for the best reasons,” she said. “Most of them think I’m weird or creepy.”

“My apologies again, I’m still getting accustomed to the colloquialisms of this time, do those terms mean something different now?”

“No, I’m pretty sure they mean the same thing now as they did back then,” she said with a small smile, secretly recalling how when they first met William had a similar impression of her, though in fairness it was more about the witch aspect than her specifically. She wondered when exactly that had changed. “I’ve never been very popular. In fact, after Amity stopped talking to me and until I met Augustus most of my closest friends were plants.”

“Well perhaps it is because those plants have the sense to appreciate being in the presence of a rose.”

It was her turn to blush now. “Well, aren’t you the secret romantic?” She giggled, impressed with how quickly he had provided the response. They sat in silence a moment as William realized he hadn’t complimented her hypothetically this time and that something in her tone had shifted. As much as Paulina was willing to try and spare his feelings, he knew she would not lead him astray in this manner. She would not lie to him about this, but did that mean her words applied to her?

“Miss Park… I have a favor of sorts to ask of you,” he began, taking a deep breath.

“Of course,” she said, and he was taken back by how quickly she had agreed. She didn’t even ask what was in it for her benefit, like he was worthy of her assistance without any bribery.

“I will admit I know little of the courtship rituals from my time and even less about the present ones and I was hoping that you would be willing to help… educate me.”

“Oh yeah?” She said with a smirk, scooting closer to him. “How so?”

He could feel his hands get sweatier under his gloves. “Well, would I perchance be able to take you on an outing I believe suitable for expressing such… feelings,” he said as he cleared his throat as though the word made him dizzy. “And you advise me on if it was a suitable choice? I can compensate you for your time, I’ve been saving the snails I’ve acquired in exchange for my sewing and tailoring skills. We can have a grand collection of treats!”

“That sounds really nice,” said Paulina, adoring the way his full smile was on display and she could see the gap in his teeth without him shying away, too caught up in his own hypothetical excitement. “I would love to go out with you William.”

“Okay, wonderful,” he managed to squeak, and his eyes lit up in a way Paulina had never seen before. “I will uh I shall make all the arrangements! What day favors your schedule?”

“I’m fine with whatever day works best for you.”

“The sooner the better!” He exclaimed, louder than he intended to. He swiftly adjusted his volume. “I-I just mean for research purposes. I look forward to the learning aspect of the evening, heh.”

“I’m excited too,” she said and he couldn’t control the wide grin that consumed his whole face. She began to pat down the dirt to help support the budding bulb she had been keeping an eye on, ready to bloom any day now. “Do you think at the end you might be ready to tell me who you have a crush on?”

“I think that if everything goes as planned… I will be. Yes.”

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[octuscle]

It’s so bitterly cold here in the Midwest USA, I wish I could be hanging with hunky guys in Dubai or something for Christmas. You think you could help me with that man?

You should have landed at Milwaukee Mitchell International Airport by now. But because of a snowstorm, you were diverted to Chicago O'Hare International Airport. This cursed journey to the holidays is getting worse by the minute. And if you drink another beer to drown your frustration, you're going to puke. But right now you need to take a piss. You find it a little difficult to get up. Firstly, because of the alcohol in your blood. On the other hand, because you've become a real heavyweight since last Christmas. A bit more exercise and less eating and drinking would also do you a lot of good…

The toilet is empty. It's amazing that so many people are stranded here so close to the holidays… And there's a sports bag by the washbasin. And it's still there when you come back from the urinals. Not a soul in sight… Could there be a bomb in there? A normal and sober person would now inform the security service. But you are definitely not sober. So you grab the bag. And in a reasonably quiet corner, you check the contents. Jackpot! Not much special. Sportswear, a white nightgown… And a wallet with quite a lot of cash, a passport from the UAE and above all: a flight ticket to SHJ. No idea what and where that is. But you have to change planes at JFK and DOH. That sounds exotic. It certainly sounds better than Kansas. Boarding starts in 20 minutes. As best you can with your beer belly, you walk towards the gate.

When you arrive at the gate, boarding is almost complete. The ground crew member asks you for your boarding pass and passport. Shit, you didn't even think about the fact that you don't look like your passport photo. The guy looks at your passport, looks at you, grins and wishes you a good flight. As you pass him, you hear him say to his colleague that you've really become a fat pig since the photo was taken. Well, that's probably your luck in this case.

You have a layover of over five hours at JFK. You heard in the in-flight program that the TWA Hotel & Fitness Center at JFK is supposed to be the largest hotel gym in the world. You really need a gym. And you have time too. So you set off. Not much sporting activity is to be expected from you. But after an hour of power walking on the treadmill and half an hour on the cross trainer, your new sports clothes from the bag you found are soaked with sweat. But you feel fit. Really fit. As you stand in front of the mirror after your shower, you run your hands over your stomach. Flat and hard. When you tense your muscles. That's how it should be. And you get rid of the rest of the fat too. It sucks with the beard. You shaved your beard for Thanksgiving. Because you were invited to a friend's parents' house. You didn't want to scare them off with your beard. But now the beard hasn't grown back the way you'd hoped. Your mother will scold you terribly.

You grab a salad and a protein shake at the bar in the gym. You want to sleep on the plane. The food on board is delicious and plentiful, but not good for your body. To make sleeping on board quicker, you put on just a tank top and jogging suit for the flight. It takes you a good twelve hours to reach Doha. You want to use this time to arrive home well-rested.

At boarding, the ground staff greet you in Arabic. Of course. As usual. It's nice to study in the USA. But you don't have to stay with the infidels in winter. You're now looking forward to the warm sun in the Gulf. The person sitting next to you is a non-believer. And obviously not familiar with Qatar Airways' in-flight catering. She has brought a large portion of chicken wings with fries from KFC on board. You almost feel sick. She offers you something. You flex your biceps and say in English with a heavy Arabic accent that you can't get these babies at KFC.

The flight was quiet, apart from the brief interruption during which you fucked the infidel chick in the airplane toilet. You'll have to do without a wet pussy for the next few weeks. Hehehe, but your cousins and your bruhs have tight asses. That works at least as well. You only have just under two hours in Doha before the last flight segment. You quickly go to the airport mosque, do your ablutions and sunset prayers, change into your spotless white dishdasha and board the plane to Sharjah. Over the next few weeks, you are the perfect son again. You will enjoy it. And as soon as the crazy holidays of the infidels are over, you'll be looking forward to fucking, drinking and partying again!

I found the last picture of you before you change to immaculate white at @alphaincar

[petratherrock]

I love all the english vas but in the latest I'm reminded again of why the vas for Marcille and Chilchuck are just so good for their respective characters

Their voices fit the 'not that old not that young' criteria since their characters look young but could actually be older than you think and vice versa because of their races

Marcille is someone who can be quite silly when she wants to be and her va just pulls off the silly personality so well; this particular scene just makes me cackle with how she transitioned between bittersweet goodbye to the familiar to flailing and being sad because why oh why Laios pls give her some time to grieve before cooking it 😆 it reminds me again that she's young. she may be older in years but she's young.

There was also that "this gives me the heebie jeebies" right after her serious "let's go" in the frog onesies episode

Meanwhile Chilchuck's va just always, for me anyway, pulls off the quite young teenage boy voice but here I can hear how he could be a dad. It's the Dad voice. When dad's worried about you thing. It's the mature adult voice, he's flipped from his usual demeanour of 'idc im here to pick locks' mode to 'who are you senshi what happened'

For me twas also the same when he said "I know there's a lot of things going on in your heart that idk about" to Laios when he was worried about the rest of the party after chimera Falin disappeared again

The transitions, mannn *chefs kiss, it's voice actors appreciation for me 👂🏼✨

Emily Rudd 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

Casey Mongillo 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

It's my ears having a party because voices and sounds and intonations and personality based voices are cool

[vixenpen]

Hobie Brown loves black women (duh) but also (head canons)

because daddy is my latest obsession 🤭

Damn, I leave these tumblr streets for a year and yall out here wildin. It’s come to my attention that yall have the unmitigated gall, the glittering nerve to argue with black women about whether or not Hobie Brown likes black girls. Excuse me???? Does the black punk radical revolutionary from the SEVENTIES!!!! (Cuz yall keep forgetting he lives in 1970s London) like black women?!?!?!

Honey not only does he LOOOVE black women. He loves BLACK women. What do I mean when I say that?

Hobie loves soul sistas with sky high Afros, TWAs, shaved heads, close cut fades

The girls that can quote Marcus Garvey, Malcolm X, bell hooks, and WEB Du Bois with equal conviction and knowledge

I’m talking fist to the sky, power to the people, say it loud I’m black and I’m proud, type tease

I’m talking they wearing all black, leather jackets with their black panther pins stuck to the lapel (and if you think I’m talking about the hero you ain’t black enough for this conversation)

I’m talking the black ladies with the barets that call all black men “my brotha” and all black women “my sistah”

The black women that keep that thang on em and ain’t ever gotta get ready

Hobie loves the loc’ed black girls and the turban wearing sisters

The girls who keep Maya Angelou, James Baldwin, or Langston Hughes on deck usually tucked into their woven knapsacks/leather messenger bags

The sage and incense burning girlies who cleanse their space and say a little prayer of protection on your journey

The orisha worshipping black girlies with alters in their windows and tarot cards on their bookshelf

The girlies that can guess your star sign based on your jaw line.

The girls that smell like cocoa butter with paint on their skirts

Hobie likes his fellow black fem punks with their spiked jewelry and shaved heads

The girlies pushing, shoving, and rioting during the mosh pits

The black girlies with the braid/Mohawk combos.

The girls stomping through the club in demonias with their piercings and black leather accessories

The girls with the drawn on angry eyebrows yet the kindest, gentlest smiles

The girls who prowl the record stores and flip off the shop owner that keeps following them.

The black girlies in the band who are front row and center wailing like Betty Davis and dancing like Tina Turner, a mic in hand or a guitar over her shoulder

Hobie loves the disco divas

The girlies in their sparkly bell bottoms killing it in the discos on Saturday nights

The girlies who think disco will never die

The funky divas and dance floor queens

The girls that audition for soul train every season and win.

The girls with the best record collection especially when it comes to party hits and speaking of parties

He loves the girls who are the first on the dance floor and the last to leave. The lives of the party and the queens of the kick backs

Hobie loves his pothead black girls that always have the good gas

His Mary Jane muses who are always a chill vibe and a good time

The black girls who always have snacks and gum on em cuz they’re always hungry and high.

With their red eyes and quick smiles.

He loves the black girls with a little dime bag and something “a little bit stronger if you need it”

And he loves his black girls black mixed with nothing but black. Two black parents, four black grandparents, the darker the berry the sweeter the juice. Yes he loves dark chocolate girls BUT he loves his black girls of all hues

Albino

Butter scotch

Mahogany

Blue-black

Hobie loves BLACK women

Yall please stop forgetting this man lived during the 70s and there is a very particular type of black woman that was around during the 70s

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

GAYS OF TUMBLR MAY I PRESENT GRENADA HOLMES, THE GAY.

OR SOMETHING IDK. THAT'S WHAT BANANA (@lxvenderjewel) AND RAY (@thearoacemess) CALL IT. THEY INTRODUCED IT TO ME TODAY.

ANYWAY. IT'S ACD SHERLOCK HOLMES AND BY GOD IT'S SO GAY. AND JEREMY BRETT IS SO PRETTY DEAR LORD. OH MY GOD. SO PRETTY. WHY. HOW. PLEASE.

ONCE MORE, TUMBLR, I AM A SLAVE TO THE BEAUTY OF MIDDLE AGED TWINK WHITE BRITISH MAN. AND HIS HANDS.

THIS TIME, BONUS, HE'S LONG-DEAD.

SUCH IS FUCKING FATE.

OH HE PLAYS FREDDY IN MY FAIR LADY BTW. I LOVED THIS MAN BEFORE I KNEW TWAS HIM, BACK IN MY YOUTH.

OKAY BUT ASH (@random-doctor-on-the-internet) WAS A SKEPTIC AND THEN ZE SAW BRETT'S EYES AND ZE WAS A GONER TOO.

EVEN THE MIGHTY GOOD OMENS ARCHIVIST, VEL (@orpiknight), USUALLY SO REFINED IN THEIR MESSAGES, WAS REDUCED TO A BLUBBERING MESS BY HOLMES GROWLING "GOOD MAN" TO WATSON.

PLEASE PLEASE MAGGOTS TUMBLR YOU NEED TO WATCH IT BBC SHERLOCK FUCKED HIS CHARACTER UP SO BAD I SEE IT NOW PLEASE.

HOLMES IS GENUINELY SUCH A DECENT MAN AND KIND AND POLITE HERE JUST LIKE IN ACD CANON.

SO MUCH SO THAT WHEN HE'S MEAN TO WATSON, WATSON IS LEGITIMATELY SURPRISED AND SAD (HOLMES DESCRIBES IT "TEMPORARILY DEPRESSED" OKAY Y'ALL GAY ASS FUCKS WITH A PRAISE KINK)

THEY'RE SO MARRIED AND SO SOFT AND SO FUCKEING GAY

ANYWAY. SO FUCKING PRETTY. THAT HE INSPIRED POETRY FROM ME.

AND IT'S SO AMAZING AND GAY AND FUNNY AND INTERESTING AND PLEASE WATCH IT I BEG OF YOU.

OH AND. FOR MOST OF THE STREAM, I SPOKE ONLY IN "MMMS" BECAUSE FUCK YOU OKAY THAT'S ALL I COULD MANAGE IN MY STATE OF GAY.

WITNESS MY GAY POETRY:

HOW DARE YOU FLOWERS HIS HANDS ARE THE MOST BLOSSOMING PETALS OF ALL.

(the flowers in the shot hid his hand okay I was desperate)

OH PRETTY BOY KILL ME PRETTY BOY FOR I HAVE FALLEN SLAVE TO THE BEAUTY OF THE HANDS OF A MIDDLE AGED WHITE MAN ONCE MORE.

AND WORDSWORTH'S FLOWERS SHALL NOT BE MORE GAY THAN I, WHEN YOUR EYES TURN UPON ME AND I SEE THE LIGHT OF HEAVEN AS I FALL FURTHER FROM IT.

(THIS WAS COZ OF MY MMMMM LANGUAGE OKAY.)

THE STREAM THAT BROKE ALL THE FUCKING GAYS.

[gyumibear]

💖 create a sim(p)! — 27: first love

synopsis — after stupidly claiming on stream that you’ve been dating popular youtuber choi beomgyu in secret after accidentally creating an identically looking sim, you beg him not to reveal your lie to the public when it goes viral. weirdly, he agrees and you two begin to fool the public. can your lie become the truth or will it eventually catch up with you?

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warnings — descriptions of creepy and threatening behavior, mentions of stalking, descriptions of nightmares. (wc — 2.5k)

You lay back on the soft, cream comforter of your new bed, reflecting on the day's events. Today had been a dragging one– the chore of unpacking boxes, but you had finally settled into the shared apartment. As you gazed around at the newly decorated space, you wondered if you really had completed everything on your to-do list. Yes, you had unpacked everything and put up the decorations just the way you wanted. It seemed like you had taken care of everything. Right? Right.

Felix was out as usual, probably hanging out with his friend Chan, who never seemed to warm up to you the few times you had met in the past. You couldn't help but wonder why Chan was so weird with you. It was as if he knew something about you that you didn't, something that made him untrusting of you. But it was whatever, you supposed, you brushed it aside. At the end of the day, you and Felix had a good relationship with each other, and nothing could change that.

As you continued to just think, you heard some weird noises near the front of the apartment. It sounded like someone was struggling to get in. You realized Felix must have forgotten his keys again. He didn’t do it often, but accidents happen you know. You chuckled at the thought good-naturedly, hopping off the bed to go let him in.

Crossing the threshold into the living room, you marveled at the sleek marble flooring and minimalistic decor. Felix wasn’t one to showcase his wealth, but you knew deep down he just wasn't into decorating. He’d probably let his mom do the decorating when he’d first moved in and never decided to change it. ‘Twas the way of men. 

To your surprise, when you opened the door, you found someone unexpectedly standing there, smiling mischievously as if they knew they weren't supposed to be there.

"Hey," Beomgyu said, his eyes sparkling with a hint of something. "So this is where you moved to. Figured you'd come running to Felix. That’s his name right?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "Beomgyu, what are you doing here?" You asked neutrally, trying to keep your composure, but your mind– and heart– was racing. How did he find out where you lived? Why did he come here?

"Is that really important right now?" Beomgyu took a step closer, but you instinctively moved back, seeing a flash of hurt in his eyes before they regained their sparkle. "I'm here! Shouldn't you welcome your guest?"

"Beomgyu—"

"Call me Gyu! I like when you do that," he interjected with a playful grin.

You took a deep breath, trying to make sense of the situation. "Beom— Gyu, why are you here?"

His smile grew wider, and he seemed almost too eager. "I wanted to see you. It's been a while, but I couldn't get you out of my mind. I mean, you never responded to my letter. I know I totally ran out on you, but I meant what I said on that live stream. I love you, YN."

You blinked in disbelief. He couldn't be serious. "Beomgyu, this isn’t right. You can't just show up unannounced like this. It’s basically stalking."

"I wouldn’t have had to if you didn’t block my number. Why would you even do that?" he asked, his eyes searching yours.

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, you stepped back, your hand on the doorknob. "Beomgyu, please leave. I don't know how you found out where I live, but this is crossing a line."

He stared at you, not speaking, and the sparkle in his eyes sent chills down your spine. How could someone look so blank yet have such bright eyes?

Panicking, you backed away, slamming the door behind you. Now, you were definitely going to run to your room to grab your phone and text Felix for help. There was something strange going on with Beomgyu and you didn’t want to be alone with him anymore. But as you turned around, you froze. 

Beomgyu was standing right in front of you, arms crossed, and his eyes no longer sparkled but appeared dark and intense. You’d never seen this look on him before. It didn’t even seem like one he could make! This wasn’t the Beomgyu you knew. At all.

"That was mean," The playful words didn’t match his cold, detached tone one bit. “It’s not nice to slam doors on your guests.”

"How did you–?” Your heart raced as you stumbled backward, hitting the door from the shock of his sudden proximity. Your mind was racing, desperate to find a way out of this hellish encounter. "Beomgyu, please just– go!"

But he didn't move, and the sense of unease and danger intensified. Your heart was almost pounding in your ears. Your eyes darted all over the apartment, trying to summon an exit that would get you distance from the black-haired man in front of you. It’s funny how an apartment that had just become a place of security for you now felt like a confined space as Beomgyu’s dark presence loomed over you.

Nobody spoke, but your previous words hung in the air, haunting the narrative. It was like you and Beomgyu were in a stalemate, the tension building and building. Your breathing had become shallow as your body trembled slightly from fear. The room was incredibly thick with an unspoken threatening aura and you knew something bad was going to happen to you. Helpless and terrified, you squeezed your eyes closed as Beomgyu finally darted towards you.

In your last moments, you screamed.

You found yourself jolting up in your bed, sweat almost drenching your body. You could feel the fabric of your comforter under your tight fists. You pulled your arm up to rest your hand on your heart, drinking in greedy breaths of air you hadn’t known you were lacking. So it was a nightmare? You hadn’t even realized you were asleep. It had felt so… real.

You kicked your feet over the edge of the bed, your unoccupied hand searching around aimlessly for your cell phone. When it was finally found, you quickly typed out a message to your roommate. He read it quickly, and a few short minutes later he was entering your room.

Felix’s warm brown eyes scanned your room, eyebrows creasing in worry when he’d finally found your defeated form. He walked over silently, arms opening as he neared you. You didn’t need to speak, you just let yourself find your way into his embrace. You weren’t crying or anything, but Felix knew you well enough to know when you needed a hug. You let him hold you until you weren’t shaking hard enough to inhibit your speech.

“I’m sorry.” You murmured into his soft, cotton shirt.

“What for?” He replied gently.

“I woke you up, didn’t I?”

“That’s okay,” You could hear the smile in his voice, “I don’t mind. Cause it’s you.”

You smiled a little at that, heartwarming. Your heart had slowed down to a more manageable beat, so you pulled away– missing the warmth as you did. Felix smiled down at you comfortingly before sitting next to you on the bed. His blond hair was messy, indicative of the rest he had just come from, but his eyes weren’t tired. No, it seemed like every time Felix looked at you his eyes became fuller with life.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” He tilted his head slightly, tone hesitant. “You don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable though.”

“No, I–” You blinked slowly. You felt safe with Felix. “I want to. Cause it's you.” 

You spoke candidly, detailing every part of the nightmare you could remember. All the while, you noticed how concerned Felix was becoming, his facial expressions telling a story his mouth was not. When you finished, he turned his torso to wrap his arms around you once more. He rested his head on top of yours, nuzzling you in solace.

“I’m sorry you had a nightmare,” He spoke softly, “You’re safe now.”

“Mm…” You snuggled deeper into his arms. “Thank you for coming.” 

The comforting weight of Felix’s body next to yours calmed your mood. His heartbeat grounded you, a steady rhythm that reassured you that you would be alright. His embrace was like a shield, protecting you from the lingering remembrance of the horrors of your nightmare. In moments like these, you realized just how much you relied on your friends and their unwavering support and friendship.

“Of course, you know I’m always gonna be here for you,” Felix whispered, his deep voice a soothing one in the darkness. “Always. You’re never alone when I’m around.”

“Why’re you so good to me?” You murmured mostly to yourself, but he still heard it.

“Well, do you really want the answer?”

“I guess so…”

“Okay,” He took a deep breath, “Ever since we were young I found myself enamored with you. It’s like you were this spark that lit the way for me in a world that was so vast and unknown. Like a guide, in a way. My north star, illuminating the dark path of childhood.

“From the way, you marched to the beat of your own drum, uncaring of how others may have perceived your decisions. You seemed so confident in yourself that it was contagious. You helped me onto the path of self-discovery. Eventually, growing up was so much easier when you were around, it felt like I could do anything with you by my side. You’re kinda the reason why I am the way I am today…”

Felix’s words brought memories of your shared childhood into your mind. Shared laughter, adventures, and secrets whispered flooded your mind. He had always been there, that was true. You couldn’t remember a memory without him somewhere in it. He and Sunoo had been with you almost your whole life. Your memories were treasured close to your heart, evidence of the connection between you three.

He sighed as if he was going back and reliving those moments as well. He pulled away from you to finally look you in your eyes as he spoke on. “You know, I had a feeling I liked you when we were kids but it was only until we were teenagers that I knew for sure.”

“Knew what?” You whispered softly, curious.

“That you were– are– my first love. I know we never got to the part where we said those three words when we were dating, but believe me, I knew the whole time. That’s what made breaking up so hard… But, I knew in my heart that we’d always be friends. That I’d be happy. Because our bond runs deeper than romantic love. It’s just love, in general. That’s why I’m here for you. Because you were for me, all along.”

His admission brought warmth to your face and tears to your eyes. You knew Felix cared about you, but you didn’t know it ran as deep as you’d just learned. And as your thoughts ran through your head: you knew you felt the same way. Felix was your first love too… And to an extent? He still was the only man you ever loved. Beomgyu came to mind for a second, but you weren’t thinking about him right now. It was all Felix.

“You know, YN, I’m sorry.” Your eyes widened in confusion.

“Why’re you sorry?”

“Cause,” He let out a soft chuckle, “I shouldn’t have let you go. I shouldn’t have broken us apart. I know you told me that it was fine and that I should just go, but I shouldn’t have. We could’ve figured something out, we always did before. I don’t know what made the last time so different.”

You took a deep breath, mulling over his sudden confession. You didn’t know he regretted what had happened between the two of you. You had always called it an amicable split after all. Turns out you’d been wrong. He didn’t want to break up. You’d thought you were doing the best for him, but really? 

You thought back to the day you two had played games together. It was after you had that disagreement with Beomgyu and Felix called to cheer you up. You had thought back on your relationship then too but pushed it aside to save your friendship. You had made so many mistakes… Your heart was heavy with regret and enlightenment.

“I thought it’d be better off that way…” You admitted, biting your lip softly. “You’re right though, we would’ve found a way… I just made some bad judgment.”

“And that’s okay.” Felix assured you kindly, “You’re human.”

The two of you sat in silence for a while. There was a weight of unspoken emotions and feelings lingering in the air. This conversation had gotten heavy, but… Not in a bad way? But there was something you were mustering up the courage to ask your friend.

You whispered softly, your heart beating loudly in your chest. “Do you still love me?”

“Of course I do,” Felix answered immediately, no hesitation or lies in his words. “I’ve loved you for so long I don’t think I could ever stop loving you.”

“Yeah,” You felt relieved, knowing he felt that way. “Me too… I don’t think I could ever stop loving you either, Lix. You’re… You’re my first love too.”

At that moment, you realized the bond between you and Felix ran deeper than just platonic or romantic. It was a mature love, cultivated by understanding and time. An unbreakable connection that could stand the test of time. It was like your story with each other was far from over, rather it was just beginning.

You and Felix stayed nestled together for some time after that, talking rarely. Your conversation had said enough for tonight. His presence filled the silence enough, and soon you were able to fall asleep again. When you were snoozing peacefully, Felix tucked you in gently. With a small kiss on your forehead, he smiled to himself before leaving to retire in his own bed.

a/n — sorry this update was late, i was working hard to make it peak for y’all!! anyways, what are your thoughts? ynlix endgame or do y’all miss yngyu? also, thoughts on yn’s nightmare? 🤭

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[rookthorne]

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 | 𝐉.𝐁.𝐁

Pairing ➷ Baker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count ➷ 965 Warnings ➷ Fluff, pet names Author's Note ➷ My third and final submission for @the-slumberparty's week 2 creator challenge - and it is also my late contribution to Valentine's Day... so happy Valentine's Day to y'all!

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𝑪𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑰𝑬 𝑻𝑰𝑵  : ̗̀➛ a sweet biscuit having a fairly soft, chewy texture and typically containing pieces of chocolate or fruit.

There were very few plans you had come up in your life with that rivalled the sheer brilliance of what you decided to do - ‘twas the belated day for it, anyway. 

Time had slipped through your fingers, so much so you hadn’t realised Valentines Day had already passed by with not even as little as a notice, nor a message. It was the curse of working so hard; late nights, early mornings, so on and so forth. 

Your morning commute didn’t differ in its crowds - people bustling back and forth, rushing to get to their 9 to 5 jobs, or rushing to get to class on time. Though, you did not mind, your thoughts were too occupied on whether you truly were going to pull off such a brazen idea.

It wasn’t reckless per se, but it was out of your norm. A bakery on your usual route to work had signs out, declaring their cookies and treats to be the best in Brooklyn. You didn’t disagree whatsoever, but it wasn’t thoughts of the baked goods that your mind was clouded with, no–it was the baker that occupied the counter. His smile was beautiful, bright enough to light up even the dreariest days, and you couldn’t help but be pulled under the swell of his ocean blue eyes. 

Subconsciously, or instinctually, you found yourself before the very doors to that bakery with no recollection how you had got there, though you weren’t sour for the thought. You could see him talking with customers, bagging up fresh loaves of bread and slices of cakes with that same damn smile that enchanted you. 

The door opened with a whoosh and a tinkling of the bell, and you were inside.

“Have a nice day, ma’am,” he said, his voice smooth. The woman smiled and waved, leaving the bakery with bags and bags of sweet treats.

Another customer stepped forward to be served and you browsed the selection, a little overwhelmed; chocolate this and chocolate that, strawberry this and strawberry that, it was a wonder there were so many ways to use the same flavour in entirely new ways. You were no connoisseur, but you knew baking was an art. 

“Hey,” he called. “Whatcha after today?”

You turned and smiled brightly, trying to will your heart to slow the tattoo it beat against your ribs. “I’m not sure actually,” you offered, sheepish. “I lost track of time and…” A better idea struck you. “I didn’t have time to get a gift before Valentine's Day, so I have to make up for that.”

The man laughed and rounded the counter. “Alright, now that is something I can help with. My name is Bucky, by the way.” You offered yours, and Bucky smiled. “What does your partner like?”

“I want to surprise them, see, they don’t have a favourite–I just know that they love your sweets.” It was a wonder you kept a straight face at the admission, your plan depended on it, and the delighted smile on Bucky’s lips almost broke your facade. 

“The choc chip is by far the most popular, and not to be biassed–one of my favourites.” Bucky directed you towards the clear glass jars where a label was connected with twine, neat script defined ‘chocolate chip’. “And then there’s these,” Bucky continued, pointing towards a cream coloured biscuit with a heart shaped indent, filled to the brim with jam. “They are a safe, but still loved, classic for Valentine’s; even if it is belated.”

“Do you like them?” You asked, peering closer at the dusted sugar and how it sparkled under the soft lighting. 

Bucky nodded next to you. “It was my ma’s recipe.”

“Perfect,” you sighed happily. “I’ll take some choc chip ones and these,” you pointed towards the heart biscuits. “Thanks, Bucky.”

“No worries, doll,” Bucky grinned. Oh, the things you would do to see that smile all the time. 

A few moments later you met Bucky at the counter to pay, a shy smile on your face when you felt the slight crinkle of paper in your hand. Under the guise of digging through your bag, you wrote your phone number on a loose piece of paper and prayed to whoever would listen that this would work. 

Bucky gave you the total with a happy smile and you waved your card. “Here you are,” Bucky said, handing you the bag full of the sweets he had ever so carefully packed. “I hope they like them, be sure to give my thanks for such high praise.”

“I will,” you rushed, grabbing the bag. Bucky turned to the box behind him and fiddled with something, and you took your chance; the slip of paper with your number fell neatly on top of the sealed boxes, its placement obvious and impossible to miss. “Actually, Bucky?”

“Yeah?” Bucky said, turning with a raised brow. “What’s up?”

Taking a deep breath, you offered the bag back to him. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Bucky stared. Shock, bewilderment, and amusement flashed in his pretty eyes as they flicked between you and the offered bag, before finally settling on endearment; a smile and wide eyes softening his features. 

“Oh, doll,” Bucky breathed, taking the bag back and brushing his fingers against yours. His gaze flicked into the bag and his eyes grew even wider. 

Before he could say anymore, you squeaked and skipped to the door. “Enjoy!”

Not even ten minutes later, your phone chimed as you walked through crowds to get to work. You pulled it free and let out a breath. It was an unknown number and an attachment, though what it contained told you exactly who had messaged. 

Thank you for that, sugar. 😘

The attachment, much to your utter delight, was a selfie of Bucky’s bright smile, blue eyes, and he was holding up the piece of paper with your number. You floated on cloud nine for the rest of the day as you worked; giddy, excited, and happy.

↠  𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ↞

[tmntxthings]

∑一The Tactical Bandwagon *･。

author’s notes: it couldn’t be helped, I’ve seen @donathan ‘s lovely art and many tactical!donnie fics, i ‘twas inspired <33333

warnings: none rlly, tension, cursing, tactical!donnie x target!reader, unedited

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Donatello wasn’t used to this kind of setting. He was a hired hand. A sharp shooter. A fucking sniper. All of those implied long distance, breathing room, space between the hunter and the hunted. Yet, this particular job required him to be far closer than he liked. He was amongst the throngs of a crowd, all dressed to the nines and entering an elaborate ballroom for those only of elite standing. So of course, he was dressed to impress rather than in his usual mercenary gear. No longer in a vest colored with the darkest of purple. But in a suit that was crisp and black, his preferred color was shown through the accents of his tie. Though he was not unarmed, that remained the same. Tucked in at his hip, hidden behind the fancy lapels of his tux. No one was the wiser to the threat that walked among them. And it would stay that way if he did his job correctly. His mission? Locate the target, bring them to a secluded area (using any means necessary) and finish the job. The last bit always ended with a fatal shot. Though it wouldn’t ring out tonight. It would be silent, since his handgun was stocked with a suppressor for good measure.

Once inside the grand building, Donatello took to the first wall. He knew the layout well enough but he wanted to gain his bearings. Now on the outskirts of the crowd, he was an outsider looking in. Searching for his target. He walked the perimeter of the room, hands tucked behind his hidden shell, only moving when offered a glass flute filled with bubbly alcohol. He wouldn’t drink, he was on a job after all, but holding such a prop made him fit in. He had almost made an entire lap when his eyes snagged onto features that he had instilled in his brain.

He didn’t know what you had done to become a target. Though the sum he would be paid was telling enough. Someone wanted you dead, someone with money to spare, perhaps someone in this room. He may have had second thoughts as he watched you glide across the dance floor. Graceful and sweet with a smile that lured all those around. You were beautiful. In a gown that clung to you as if it was your second skin. Green, emerald green silk, the color was flattering.. Donatello saw the opportunity for what it was, you out on the dance floor, sweeping into a different person’s hold with each passing song. It was his in. It was your doom. Against his better judgment he took a swig before placing the drink on one of the many tables that were placed enclosing the dance floor. He joined the crowd once more. Weaving in and out, eyes tracking your form, losing you a couple of times as more bodies seemed to pile together. He had tried to time it just right, as the previous song ended and a new one began. His efforts were in vain as someone beat him to you, offering up a hand which you took. Donatello almost left to sidle up against the perimeter once more when he felt a tap on his arm. Turning, he found that he too had a dance partner. Which he thought may be for the best, as he took the lead to where you swayed. He didn’t even have to try, he too could dance just as gracefully as you. It or rather he caught your eye and for the first time tonight you noticed him.

The song ended and as the next started it was as if both of you planned it, passing off your previous partners in favor of one another. Now with you in his arms, all he had to do was seclude you. Ideas flashed before him as the two of you danced, which with both of your combined prowess made for quite a spectacle. His scheming halted as you suddenly spoke, “I don’t believe I’ve ever crossed paths with you before,” it was said with contemplation as you twirled away from him, making a grand gesture before being pulled back. He wondered if he had pulled you too forcefully as you collided into his plastron with a soft thump. Your smell flooded his senses, as sweet as your smile. “Your assumption is correct, this is the first we have met.” The small pause, your hands still planted on his chest, looking up into his eyes with mild curiosity. “And it is your first time attending such an event as well,” your eyes glinted with a flash of concealed knowledge before putting some modest distance between the two of you. Donatello was immediately on guard. He thought you had meant in general.. he hadn’t realized you were so attuned to the usual guests of such parties. “Caught, red-handed” Donnie put on an air of playfulness. Not wanting to steer into the implications of seriousness. “Crashing a high-end party was on my bucket list,” a lame excuse but the best he could come up with. “And how would you rate your experience so far?”

Donatello had to train his features to maintain the illusion of ease, of calm. He couldn’t falter with the teasing, playful manner just yet. It was part of his plan to eventually drag you off into a more secluded area. But your words struck him. They hit him so hard, with familiarity. His paranoia told him that you must know. Who he was, what he did, and the way he spoke for that matter! But a more rational thought whispered that maybe it was a common enough phrase..? Highly unlikely. But he wouldn’t fold first, so he entertained your question. “I’d give it a solid eight, mostly because I’ve found such a competent partner.”

To prove his point he upped the antics, spinning you around with such speed that stamped his inhuman abilities. You kept up though. In fact, you flashed him a smile once the move was over, not even a hint of dizziness to your steps. “May I inquire the name of my proficient dance partner?” It was as if the two of you weren’t just dancing with bodies, but with words as well. “You may,” he smirked, knowing you had already asked but wanted to see if you would do so again. Instead he found you had quite the temper as you stomped squarely on his left shoe. The glare you gave him only widened his smirk. “Othello, Othello Von Ryan,” he spoke into your ear as he dipped you. “Wasn’t so hard, now was it?” You teased, as he brought you back up. “My foot says otherwise.” He bantered back. And the song ended all too soon. You took a step back. Neither of you were out of breath despite the intensity that both of you had danced with.

It became apparent to Donatello that sharks were surrounding him, or you. All seeking for a chance to spin you around the floor as he had done. He found he didn’t want to let go of you so soon. He was delighted to find that you were still staring up at him, waiting for something, so he offered his hand, “May I have this dance?”

“You may..” you slipped your hand into his once more. Stepping forward, into his space. The sharks dispersed and from then on the two of you danced and danced and danced. He may have gotten enthralled in the way you were able to snag the lead out from under him. It was like a parry of back and forth. It was fun. He was having fun. Which inevitably brought him back down when he felt your hips at his, his attention immediately shifting to the handgun that dug into his waist. You didn’t notice though, breathing a bit heavier as the songs flew by, you smile bright as ever. It was time to end this.

So when the song ended this time around, Donatello’s arm secured itself around your middle as he drew you close, whispering in your ear for you to follow. You obliged him. It seemed his plan to woo had succeeded. He noticed eyes following after you, glares thrown his way. He almost wished someone would follow, to make this a little harder. To prolong the inevitable. Up a marble staircase and down a hallway, you allowed him to pull you outside on a balcony. You sighed out in a long exhale, the chill of the air was a welcome feeling to the heat you had gathered whilst inside.

Donatello watched as you left his side, leaning out and over the railing, New York’s ever-present lights giving you a dazzling view. Now that he was outside, he felt his mission was coming to a close. He didn’t want to waste any more time than he already had. So he reached for his weapon, fixing his features into a cold stone stare. Your back still turned to him, you spoke out towards the city, “You never did ask for my name,”

“I know who you are.” Donatello stated squarely as he lifted his arm, gun ready and aimed. When you turned to finally face him, you didn’t seem surprised. His earlier paranoia rang true, so you had known who he was. You had danced with a killer. Your killer. He wondered briefly if you just liked to flirt with death or if you were just accepting your fate. He fired. Then he fired again. Two resounding clicks could be heard against the background of flowing traffic. He shot a third time and watched as you smiled a slow triumphant grin. “Surprised?” You questioned as you held up his magazine that held his ammo. The bullets. Lifting your dress, you revealed a black strap circling your upper thigh. Pulling up a strikingly similar gun to his own, you loaded his bullets into the chamber with practiced perfection. He huffed, more of a laugh. He had a million thoughts going through his head, but the one on his forefront was this: he had been set up.

He lunged forward, a suppressed shot sounded as he dodged and you shot again, amusement dancing in your eyes as he pranced before you. “I don’t think you know me, though I know you, Donatello~” you all but purred as he rushed forward, pushing the gun up as you fired for a third time. “So either I was played or someone wants us both dead.” Donnie clutched your wrist tightly. You raised your other hand in surrender, “my thoughts exactly.. the latter for your information.” He let his hand squeeze your wrist with warning before letting his hand trail down your arm. “I propose a plan, work with me Othello, two is better than one.” You winked flirtatiously. Donatello chuckled, licking his lips in contemplation at the idea of working with you. “Only since you won’t slow me down,” he said offhandedly.

[sitp-recs]

🎶 HD Wireless 2023 - Sitp Recs

After a short hiatus I come bearing Wireless gifts! I was hoping to get started today but a power outage gave me some free hours (and a charged phone) on Thursday night so here we are. The fest has been posting for the past two weeks and these are my favorites so far. I was thinking I might just update this list as I go on through the second half (instead of creating a new one) so pls expect a few reblogs. The idea is to celebrate these amazing works and invite folks to check them out before reveals! Keep in mind that as usual, my picks are 100% personal and based on my own preferences. I strongly recommend checking the full collection. Enjoy!

Fic:

🚬 Don’t hate him when he gets up to leave by @deliciousblizzardshark (M, 2k)

The linens are white and empty, sunlight slanting through the window illuminating a bed that has been deserted. Draco knew Potter would leave; he’s always gone by morning. Draco doesn’t even remember what he looks like in daylight.

🦵Wrong in all the Right Ways by @phdmama (E, 4k)

Draco is pretty sure that Potter is trying to kill him. Not in, like a murdery sort of way. There’s been too much atonement and forgiveness and redemption for that. Too many difficult conversations that ended, more than once, with awkward hugs. Maybe even some tears. They’re not friends obviously, but at the very least, they’ve moved past the past. (Mostly.) So no, Potter’s definitely not trying to kill him in a permanent death sort of way, but more like… In a horny sort of way.

🌃 All I Think About by @skeptiquewrites (T, 4.4k)

Sometimes all it takes is one perfect late summer night in June.

📱 Mirrors inside me by @cavendishbutterfly (E, 6k)

Draco’s been in love with Potter forever. And just because they work together, and they fuck, and they text and break up and get back together regularly doesn’t mean Potter needs to know. In fact, it’s a pretty good reason why he shouldn’t.

🎹 About This Place by @academicdisasterfic (E, 10k)

Harry left everything, including Draco. Harry’s returned to everything, including Draco. Things are never quite so simple, though perhaps they could be. Based on ‘You and I’ by Lady Gaga for Wireless 2023.

🌈 I only want the ones I envy (I envy) by porcelainheart3 (E, 13k)

Despite this arrangement he has with Draco, conducted entirely in the privacy of a dusty stationery cabinet, Harry is definitely not gay. But to appease his friends, he agrees to go on one (1) date with a man. Just to be sure.

🥃 if i could never give you peace by poisonivy206 (E, 17k)

Eleven years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Aurors Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are forcibly brought together by a new case that's bound to reopen old wounds. Enter a Firewhisky problem, prejudices that never really go away, and an obsession as old as time.

🚙 Rich Friend by @sorrybutblog (E, 18k)

As far as Harry can tell, Draco Malfoy is still rich as hell. He’s just not a wizard anymore. Featuring: Draco Malfoy trying to make it as a Muggle pop star, Harry Potter as our confused and horny hero, bad driving, good music, and the mysterious magic of falling for someone.

🍫 Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w, art by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (E, 22k)

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July / Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why / There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more / Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore / Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss / And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

🪩 Take You Home by @lqtraintracks (E, 26k)

Everybody’s a little fucked up after the war, Draco especially. What starts as hate sex after a night out, eventually turns into something else, something more like comfort. And even though his friends all tell Harry he’s just being used, all Harry’s doing is making sure Draco gets home in one piece. He’s not falling helplessly in love.

🐍 Sun Thief by @floydig, art by BlackRose532 (E, 28k)

It’s 2005, and Draco Malfoy says, “Fuck the Ministry,” Harry works as a handyman in muggle London, and Draco should really stop pissing off the Squib gangs. Or: Harry beats up a pimp and isn’t sorry about it, Draco deals black market potions, and they’re shagging. Again.

🍊 Nothing But You On My Mind by @moonflower-rose (M, 29k)

Potter has been in Australia on an internship for almost a year, and Draco cannot wait for him to get back home. They'll finally have a chance to talk about their feelings for each other. What could possibly go wrong? Loads, as it turns out.

🌊 What We Left Behind by peachydreamxx (E, 33k)

Harry's recovering from an injury. Malfoy's recovering from heartbreak. Beaten down and bruised, Harry takes up Malfoy's offer to stay at his secluded seaside cottage in Dorset. It'll be good to get away from it all. It's only for a few days, and it's only so he can heal. Nothing else. Digging up past feelings will only make matters worse, and besides, Malfoy doesn't feel the same way. Does he?

🏝️ LA, Who Am I To Love You? by @epitomereally (E, 42k) ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Harry’s summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his company’s magical weed into Harry’s pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.

🧩 The Waiting by @oknowkiss (E, 43.5k)

It’s been almost ten years since Draco Malfoy disappeared during a routine Curse Breaker training exercise. Harry, his partner in more ways than one, is determined to figure out why. As the past resurfaces and the present fades into confusion, Harry discovers the only thing more unreliable than memory is love.

🐶 Everybody Hates a Tourist by @wolfpants (E, 51k)

On a stag do in sunny Brighton with the Gryffindor lads, the last person Harry expects to run into is Draco Malfoy. After a glimpse of Malfoy’s Muggle life in Britain’s gay capital, Harry’s curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself returning to the seaside again and again, drawn to the city, drawn to this new version of Malfoy that Harry barely recognises from school.

Art:

📸 Alive by @itsphantasmagoria (E)

Harry is lost after the final battle, but he finds comfort from an unexpected source.

🎙️ Why don't you like me? by @caroll-in (T)

Failing to ask Harry out, Draco deals with his feelings in a very dramatic fashion.

🥂 Shivers and Cold Champagne by @maesterchill (T)

Sometimes, you meet someone in the club, and you just know...they’re all in.

🕶️ keep driving by @babooshkart (M)

cocaine, side boob, choke her with a sea view