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[mischiefmanagedmumu]

Sirius tag dump.

[srsly-sirius]

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[k8-marsh]

songs that sound like chloe price sung them

okay so (naturally) i have playlists for most life is strange characters and i found a bunch of songs that sound like chloe sung them! :) it sounds more like her voice in 'before the storm' (rhianna devries) if anyone is interested. so yeah! i just thought it was cool! a lot of the songs also really suit chloe in their lyrics/genre too ^^

also i added photos to help you. visualise. hope you enjoy.

Sorority Girls - Mommy Long Legs

this one is so very chloe, especially with her hate for the vortex club (more specifically, victoria and nathan)

Hey, hey, hey, boys, let's go to the frat party The theme's white people, get your roofies ready Shoot their parent's money away And act like assholes every day!!!

I Threw Glass at My Friend's Eyes and Now I'm on Probation - Destroy Boys

honestly, for all of these songs the entire song sounds like her! this whole album in particular 'Sorry, Mom' is very chloe.

anyway i think this song could kinda be about chloe and frank ;

'Cause you're scary as shit, dude! Like I don't know really know what I can tell you You kinda freak me out, but we can be friends

Never invite me over ever again Just kidding, please do! I really wanna hangout with you

obviously NOT in a relationship way but frank was definitely a bad influence on chloe and someone she kinda looked up to. so i think it kinda fits!

Duck Eat Duck World - Destroy Boys (again)

okay... i'm about to put the whole album at this point, the singer's old voice really sounds like chloe!!!

this song seems like other people's criticisms of chloe;

Ever since you cut your hair You're so different, you don't seem to care Staying out late, X's on hands Since when do you like punk rock bands?

then this verse kinda seems like chloe talking about max leaving her -

I liked the girl with the long locks What's her name? I forgot Ten years and we haven't talked Well, there's a new girl on the block

and the 'new girl' is rachel!

Green eyes leaning in on me Green eyes, am I what you wanna see?

guess who has green eyes... that's right guys. rachel amber. are you seeing these links or what.

this analysis isn't, like, that i think that the artists wrote these songs about chloe, i just love thinking about songs in terms of chloe. as you can tell.

A few other songs from the same album that match chloe with their lyrics:

No Respect - chloe criticizing david!

You don't own everything I've been here for years Stop meddling in my affairs and I'll stop middling yours Get out of my face Such a typical dude Thinking that every tiny little thing is just about you

Goldilocks Spot

This one is kinda sad/subdued. I think this suits Before the Storm Chloe too, i mean she went through a LOT of shit.

My handwriting kind of looks like my dad's Tell me your story, it won't make me sad

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I don't wanna talk about it anymore I don't wanna talk about it anymore I don't wanna talk about it anymore I don't wanna talk about it anymore So I won't

Junk

The title just gives me junkyard vibes, which is totally relevant to chloe :)

My car exhaust clinging to the base Shiny and lost with onion ring remains Precious flowers lost within the hour I guess you can say they were written to decay

Long and gone Long and gone, long and gone, long and gone Lost my junk again Lost my junk again

B.F.F (Actually from a later album!)

This reminds me of Chloe's breakdown in the junkyard. you know when she just started smashing everything. you can draw a correlation (fancy) between the title and max...

Nails through my baseball bat I'm telling you to step back girl, step back You're dead, you're dust, you're sewage now (< william!!!) You dug your grave and then you asked me how

edit: you thought i was done? absolutely not. i completely forgot about ashly burch's songs!!!!!!!!! MUAHAHAa.... okay. these are usually covers/parts of a show or play so they don't have as deep meaning. but obviously i'll find a way to relate it to chloe.

(Cover) Black Sheep by Metric

I love the second video so much, it's animated by this totally awesome dude on reddit (https://www.reddit.com/r/lifeisstrange/comments/3nzxhc/animation_of_chloe_price_ashly_burch_singing/) but the video is private so I attached a different youtube link in case anyone wants to watch it.

Who's The Princess Now? (from Muzzled: The Musical)

The scream of 'who's the princess now, BITCHES??" is... very chloe to me. a little context, this song is from a very peculiar youtube musical episode series thing that ashly burch stars in, i watched it a few years ago and it's definitely something. it's actually got a bunch of popular youtube-musical people (like Joey Richter from Starkid) if anyone's interested. you can watch it here!

Song Battle (...also from Muzzled: The Musical)

okay. so for some reason i really love imagining chloe having a rap battle against victoria for this. someone please make it into an animatic. maybe i will.

How Do I Look? (you'll never guess where this one is from...)

i can also imagine chloe having a sick makeover and like chloe and rachel helping her. or something like that... anyways. rad.

Anyways. That's it for now, i hope anyone who remotely wanted this enjoyed it!!! i hope it helped if you wanted to create a playlist or animatic or anything or just have a little chuckle.... um. please let me know if you have any more ideas because my chloe playlist can never be long enough.

[tarasmithshifts]

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐑 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐑. 4.5 months 𝐀𝐆𝐄. 26-27 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏: timothee chalamet, jenna ortega, billie eilish, amybeth mcnulty 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓: pedro pascal, oscar isaac, emma watson, natalie portman, scarlett johansson etc.

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. single :(

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well, there was a lot of going on in april :)

first: MY BIRTHDAYYYY i threw the whole party and invited the half of hollywood lmao. There was a lot of my co-stars, artists and singers. I did it like there was no tomorrow, the party was crazy, basically everyone got drunk and sang 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' like 5 times BUT IT WAS SO COOL UGHHHHH i love them all so so so fucking much. I caan't take it anymore.

I threw the party back in LA, where i was living since my hollywood debut in Ad Astra, but i was planning on moving into NYC fro like a year. SO I DID IT HAHAHAHAHHH it's so cool and i was so excited, but we will move to it later :))

What also happened: PEDRO'S BIRTHDAYYYYY my favourite (okay, he is not the only one BUT STILL) babygirl on earth turned 48 and he invited me to his party which was so COOL!!! idk how will i move on from this, i met BELLA RAMSEY (FINALLY???!?!?!? UGHHH) and met oscar isaac again (for those who don't know, he's my future s/o but it's a long slowburn lmao ✦ he was also my co-star in moon knight, but we knew each other for like a year before this series) after party he took me out to the city, we were talking and walking around LA for HOURS it was so cute he even bought me a rose literally when florist's wanted to close the shop, then we found out paparazzi took a pictures of us there 💀 they are so annoying i swear. but anyway, i had amazing night and oscar made it even better :')

Emma also had her birthday, but i couldn't show up, because of filming 'joker II' with JOAQUIN FUCKING PHEONIX I STILL CANNOT BELIEVE IT. But i sent her birtday present, which was the whole album of photos that i took on my digital camera on our summer & winter holidays - which i thought was super cute :')

April was super productive in a birthday-way as you can see, lmao

But also other super thing happened! Warner Bros. accepted my movie idea and hired me as a director of it. I'M SUPPER EXCITED TO BRING IT TO LIFE UGHHH

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talking, talking & talking about my movie and me as a director - which was super stressfull for me but everything turned out okay! I started writing the script at the end of april, so until i will write it and it gets accepted by Warner Bros. it will take a while for me to cast people :(( but still so excited for it!

and... MY DREAM ABOUT MOVING TO NYC FINALLY CAME TRUE!!!

i bought cute little flat in Manhattan, and started to plan how to move there with all my things. but you know, i didn't sell my old house - no no no. i would never do that, actually. It's the best house in the whole world duhh🙄. I will be still using it!

My friends helped me a lot with planning the whole 'mission' lmao. Shout-out to pedro he told me to move to NYC and live with rats under brooklyn bridge LOL

ANYWAYYY oscar & i met for some coffee instead of actually putting my things into huge boxes for my flat in NYC which was super cute BUT I CAN'T STAND THAT I SCRPITED THE SLOWBURN MAN.

so freaking annoying. why would i do that. AND ANGST which is also annoying

but yup, he helped me a lot, also bc he also lives in new york, so he can help me there :))

(he gives me a little flower everytime we meet, but we are still 'friends' so it should mean nothing BUT IT MEANS SOMETHING TO ME GUYS. it's super super super cute and i wanna hug him so badly, but i am not doing it bc of paparazzi, those rats are following me and oscar literally everywhere 💀)

the whole may was me writing script for a movie, shooting joker II, planning on moving out and meeting oscar just for 'helping me with this nyc thing'

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'Priscilla' movie with me in main role had its global premiere! I missed this vibe so so so so much, and being on the same red carpet as CILLA PRESLEY had me in tears. i think i've never been more stressed in this dr but she was sooooo kind to me like I CANNOT BELIEVE IT i will have this moment tatooed i swear to god!!!

(i hope this movie will give me an oscar nominee tbh OH WAIT I SCRIPTED IT)

i also got a 2 months break from joker II :) bc they are shooting the scenes without me, so i can finally 'rest' and get my life in new york together

well... beside that, nothing new happened. scripting, FINALLY all my things that i wanted in new york already are there, so week after the movie premiere i moved in :'))

also, i auditioned for some random (lmao) part in new kingsman movie that is in making

from funny things that happened: pedro locked himself in his car LMAO idk how did this happen but he literally called me and oscar to help him before calling the police or smth. HOW COULD YOU LOCK YOURSELF IN YOUR OWN CAR BRO this is too funny to be true. IF YOU COULD SEE OUR FACES

then we grabbed some coffee and went to central park (me and oscar of course were making fun of pedro but who wouldn't)

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I. STILL. DID. NOT. MOVE. ON. FROM. THIS.

my beloved billie want ME to sing with HER on her new single? LIKE WHAT

W H A T

ofc i said yes WHO WOULDN'T

this is ubelievable

i will NEVER shut up about this. we were working on this song for like the whole month, i came back from NYC to LA just to be close to her and finneas, so we would work together in one room, not online. UGHHH I CANNOT BELIEVE IT

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i had A HUGEEEEEEE break from my fame dr but i am back? and im SO HAPPY? i still cannot believe that i truly was there again ;'(

me in priscilla movie? WHAT

me and billie making song together? WHAT

me and oscar living in new york, so i can see him more? W H A T

[fantastickkay]

Album Review of the Week: Britney Spears - Glory (2016) ✰✰✰✰

2016's Glory is Britney Spears' 9th and latest *sob* studio album. It took me 2 or 3 years to understand and enjoy this album enough to even buy a copy, I have a lot of mixed feelings! Of course, a lot of those feelings are validated or even skewed because of what we know now because of the conservatorship. I will try to keep my focus on the final product as it is presented.

The original art direction is questionable, they wash her out so badly in every picture that you can hardly see anything. In 2020, when the #FreeBritney movement was already ramping up, Glory got a re-release with some new songs and unreleased photos. I am still not a huge fan of the redone cover, it is too sexual for my taste. Although I absolutely adore the back cover with the broken chains lying around her, and the shush pose. Very symbolic!

A lot of these songs I absolutely LOVE and some I skip every time. In fact, I made my own tracklist and usually just play that when I want to hear the album. My first impression was that her voice sounds like a caricature of herself, very exaggerated and hard to listen to at times. Especially during Private Show - I cannot listen to that song. The vocals are grating and the melody is very choppy. The mention of 'twerking' was already pretty dated by 2016. A lot of dated trends are present in this album.

Invitation is another throwaway track, the effects on her voice are too much and it is really a boring song. It really seems as though there are two distinct album styles going on and we keep switching between the two throughout. A tug-of-war between chill pop and dance pop. The chill pop songs are very dated (even as of 2016), although the dance pop songs have only gotten better with time!

Make Me..., Man On the Moon, Just Luv Me, Just Like Me, Better, are examples of the chill pop. A lot of them sound very similar to each other with little variation. Just Like Me is the best of the bunch, it almost steps into adult contemporary category and the production does a good job of highlighting her vocals which, much like the visuals, tends to be drowned out through most of this project.

As for the dance portion of this record, favorites include Do You Wanna Come Over?, Slumber Party (chill with a dance groove), Hard To Forget Ya, Change Your Mind, Liar. It is such a crime that Change Your Mind and Liar were only bonus tracks on the original release??? They are career highlights, as far as deep tracks go! Their energy is unmatched on this album. If I'm Dancing is also a great one, there are some cute spoken ad-libs and the production is fun.

While fun songs, Clumsy and What You Need are the songs that made me think (upon first listen at release) that she had become a caricature of herself. There are glimpses of great vocal potential, but it's mostly mixed in a way that makes her vocals sound extra "baby" like and abrasive.

The original deluxe album closes with Coupure Électrique, which is another career highlight mysteriously delegated to bonus track land. It is in French, it is dramatique, it is dark, she sounds amazing. A fantastic closer!!

The 2020 reissue featured a song that was only available on the Japanese version of the original release that had the fandom buzzing for years. I would say Mood Ring is the American sister of the previous track, dark and dramatic still but with some hip hop influences. She sounds amazing! We get some more of her real voice again which is always a treat.

Another bonus track, Matches, came as a surprise duet with the Backstreet Boys (which I think people should have freaked out about more, tbh). I loved this one at first, but now it does feel a little exploitative since it is clearly demos the two acts created separately and it got pieced together for this sale opportunity while Britney was in the news.

Overall, this is definitely Britney's strongest album of the 2010s. We all know that she didn't have full control over much of anything, although she has said she was given more for this album. I feel as though most missteps were due to her team or the label. The art direction, single choices, overall tracklist choices. It could have been more cohesive. There are a couple of deep valleys, but many more mountains (as in good tracks) here.

[songsofprotestpeacerevolution]

Please bear with us...

In the next few days you may encounter "blank spots" in the posts here.

We try to have the queue filled a month in advance. Or at least enough in drafts to make sure everything rolls along nicely.

This tumblr relies heavily on YouTube to keep content brought to you here in order. It helps keep track of what has been played recently and when a theme runs a certain way.

Over a hundred different categories on YouTube. Sorted by subject, artist, title. We've shared links to our lists with other tumblrs - Starting a page on Native Americans, here's the playlist of Indigenous songs. Music about voting, here's that playlist. Doing a piece on Joe Hill, take a look at our labor playlist. LGBTQIA2+ through the years, we've got you covered....

The use of YouTube helped us not repeat the same songs from month to month. Helps us find when a link is broken and to get a working one up. Replace a "album cover" version when a video becomes available.

UNTIL TODAY

Last night around 2 AM our YouTube was working fine. This morning at 8:30 it was gone.

We are not creators. We have used YouTube as a list making holding device. To provide you music/content from their platform, to this one, ultimately driving traffic back to them.

We went to the policy page concerning spam, deceptive practices & scams. Not being creators ourselves, the bulk of it did not pertain to us.

We have appealed.

The reason you gave - "We have reviewed your content & found severe or repeated violations of our spam, deceptive practices & scams policy." I HAVE NOT RECIEVED ANY PREVIOUS NOTIFICATIONS THAT I VIOLATED ANYTHING. If I had I would have corrected it.

I don't make my own content. I have not violated these sections - "Video Spam" Misleading metadata or thumbnails. (I block channels that do.) Scams. (I block channels that do.) Incentivization Spam. (I block channels that do.)

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Got the automated notification that it was recieved.

Now we wait.

Yes we have disagreed vocally about some of YouTube's policies.

The F-bomb banning. Historical photos that can be found all over the web as being "too graphic". Any video that contains scenes from a protest (we don't see them taking down all the news and/or commentary channels for showing the same content.)

We can go on youtube right now & find content that violates youtube policies. Harmful or dangerous content policy Violent or graphic content policies Violent extremist or criminal organizations policy Hate speech policy Misinformation policies Elections misinformation policies Medical misinformation policy

But we get in trouble for violation of a policy that we have never come close to breaking.

From the "Spam, deceptive practices, & scams policies" page. We NEVER recieved any warnings. Just "we have removed your page."

[demonstars]

BASICALLY ryden was like . my main bandom space and like. only in getting older am i appreciating the insanities of petekey and others but like. ryden was CRAZY they were BEST FRIENDS they hung out all the time they had this whole bit on stage where brendon would almost kiss ryan while monologuing about meeting your lover and leaning in 'for that perfect, passionate kiss' and the band and their touring band and some crew went to myrtle beach and ryan made this fucking livejournal poetry post that is so fucking famous and you have to look it up but it FAMOUSLY contains the line 'you don't have to love me. you already did. at least enough to keep me smiling from South Carolina to Virginia. it's for lovers (orjustfriends) this is why i do it' and their next album after that tour was going to be this concept love story that they eventually scrapped (cabin album my cabin album) and then they wrote pretty odd and that album was just. full of love. and love in the summer and NORTHERN DOWNPOUR. a song brendon famously Cannot sing live like. has choked up singing it live. after an INTERVIEW where ryan and brendon broke down the songs and ryan was like 'i told him to pay special attention to the line 'i know the world's a broken bone, but melt your headaches call it home'' and GUESS WHICH LINE? BRENDON STARTS CRYING ON? WHEN HE SANG IT LIVE AFTER THE BREAKUP anYWAY the album after the breakup is full of all this like . breakup music and ur like ok fine but it's like . messy i still love you but i'm spiteful but when i think of summer i think of us breakup songs and some of them fucking interpolate PETE'S LIVEJOURNAL POETRY about perceived summer of like stuff it's all just SO . and like. THEY WERE BEST FUCKING FRIENDS they did so much together and now they don't even acknowledge the other in literally any context. ALSO ??? there was a STALKER that got ryan's number and messaged him pretending to be brendon for a while and it was so sick and it was confirmed because ryan's MANAGER AT THE TIME made a statement about it but the stalker basically messaged ryan talking about like, wanting to reconnect and missing him and all this shit and ryan was fully reciprocating the sentiments and the stalker ALSO INVITED RYAN TO BRENDON'S WEDDING ???? and ryan was like 'yeah i'd love to be there please let me know' and the stalker fucking posted the conversations online w people to be like 'awe how cute look at ryan missing brendon' never mind brendon literally got married and hadn't invited ryan and ryan thought he had ? and then after it all came out that it was a stalker ryan posted all this really upsetting stuff and ppl were like . genuinely worried about his well being . anyway they haven't publicly interacted in YEARS except they randomly got invited to the same halloween party a couple years ago and brendon spoke about it in a radio interview. later on in that interview he talked about wanting to make out w ryan gosling. when he was in the airport some paparazzi approached him like 'hey have u reached out to ryan' and brendon thought they were tlaking about ryan ross so he started talking about ryan ross and then the paparazzi were like 'so how... how would the makeout go?' and brendon's entire face dropped he was like 'oH RYAN GOSLING OH LMAO' and had a very Not Normal reaction . anyway .

ryan had his 21st birthday in new york at a club w his girlfriend and all of their of age friends (brendon is a year younger) and tHAT NIGHT was spotted having dinner w brendon in seattle in the SAME FUCKING CLOTHES HE'D WORN TO HIS PARTY . only known because a fan captured a photo with them and was like 'omg i just met brendon and ryan in seattle' and everyone was like ??? what the fuck ? and then northern downpour has the lyrics 'i missed your skin when you were east, you clicked your heels and wished for me' . lots of weird seattle lore.

there's so much more. there's so much . bestie . oh myfucking go d. they were crazy . normal weird crazy insane boy best friends that don't talk anymore and someone on twitter once asked what ryan thought of brendon and he answered 'he's my boy. always will be.' and it literally makes me sick to my stomach ok i'm done this is wildly incoherent bye <3 oh my god i just scrolled back this is. horrible . this is a scattered fraction of what ryden was up to . i can't be coherent about them. they makey me crazy :(

no actually i have to add that they had a . pete patrick dynamic where ryan wrote lyrics and brendon did music like. ryan was main contributor for all lyric stuff and how fucking sick is it that brendon got famous off RYAN pouring his emo teenage heart out and brendon has taken HIS BAND and driven it into the fucking ground and killed it. TOOK HIS CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! SPENCER AND RYAN GREW UP TOGETHER ON THE SAME FUCKING STREET WHAT DO YOU MEAN BRENDON GOT HIM IN THE DIVORCE ? BRENDON WAS AT HIS WEDDING AND NOT RYAN ? i'm . i'm gonna send you the rolling stones interview moment . crazy shit

ok sorry bye <3

this is fucking crazy. I literally feel like this was getting hit after hit and you tell me this is something you guys walk around knowing and have to live with.

[simlebrityblogger]

Page 5 and the Final Page

Extract from W&W: "I think the world knows me as August's wife and the mother of his children. No one's ever heard me speak up," Betsy reflects, her gaze fixed on her husband, August, who supports her wholeheartedly. "There's more to me than standing by my husband and changing diapers. And I can finally say that I'm ready to invite the world into my life. Get to see a bit of my personality, you know?"

With a radiant smile, Betsy opens up about her desire to embrace philanthropy, a dimension of her identity that she is eager to share with the world. The recent birth of their second child has ignited a passion in Betsy to make a difference in the lives of mothers and children facing adversity. As she articulates her plans to get more involved in charitable work, it becomes evident that this power couple is not just about glitz and glamour but is committed to making a positive impact on the world.

Betsy shares her aspirations with the interviewer, stating, "Again, there's more to me outside of the songs my husband writes about me." Her husband, August, playfully chimes in, "More of which will be on my upcoming album," prompting a lighthearted exchange between the two.

This celebratory photo shoot and candid conversation not only showcase the couple's enduring love but also provide a window into Betsy's multifaceted identity. As she steps into the limelight, it's clear that Betsy is ready to break free from the shadows and let the world witness the depth of her personality, aspirations, and commitment to making a positive impact. The upcoming album from August Cooper promises to offer a closer look at their journey, teasing fans with the promise of more heartfelt stories and moments from this dynamic duo's life together.”

Simlebrity thoughts: Alright, we're all dying to see the mini-mes of this power couple, but nope, not happening. Their oldest is already four, and not a single baby. Come on, spill the cuteness, people!

Now, let's talk about the other half of the equation, August. The world loves 'em, no doubt, but homeboy's got a closet full of skeletons, and we're only getting sneak peeks through his songs. When's the full disclosure party, August? Or maybe someone around him could do the honors? Am I toxic for wanting the 411?

Am I the problem here? Nah, couldn't be. Right? 😉

Looks like this is the end of the exclusive. Welp. While the official spread might be serving us PR-friendly soundbites, I've got the lowdown on all the juicy details that were conveniently left out. Get ready for a wild ride through the scandalous secrets, untold stories, and drama that the Copour family didn't want you to know.

[halcyon-digest]

2017

Art Klaudt: Taking acid for the first time

Anonymous 1: unknown

ava: getting into the bands genesis, yes, and rush; joining the prog rock fandom on tumblr and making music friends for the first time

kate: This is when I moved to Boston, and I have a lot of memories from this year, a lot of goodbyes and a lot of hellos. But I think the one I mainly associate with it is walking in my old neighborhood one night after a rain, and listening to Darkest Dreaming by David Sylvian, and wondering what was next for me. I had orchestrated this massive life change entirely by myself and had absolutely no clue where it would lead. I was kind of mourning what I was leaving behind, which wasn't much, but I had worked very hard to make myself comfortable living at my parents' house, finding old friends who still lived nearby, finding hobbies and making art to keep myself sane.

Anonymous 2: in the stands at a football game because i had joined " pep band" & having a cheerleader that i sort of knew invite me to a party that halloween. i still remember exactly how she worded it at first

Lucas: I remember getting in a fight after school one day

Anonymous 3: I didn't initially recall anything from this year. Then I looked at my photos that reminded me it was the year my nephew was born, which reminded me of the memory of lying in bed awake at 3am convinced in my heart that both my sister and the baby had died during childbirth.

Anonymous 4: Marching Band and loving it

Anonymous 5: Expressing discontent with the idea of a "sweet 16" since my life had none of the associated signifiers and those signifiers are rooted in patriarchy anyway

superswag: rise of vsco

v0w0v: Playing music with my high school band. I really thought we were going to be famous. We would warm up every band practice by playing "1985" by bowling for soup because we all thought it was funny. Often, the only people at the practice would be me and our guitarist. He was very important to me, and died in 2019. By this point in 2017 our relationship was complicated by teenage angst, at one time we were best friends on track to be something more but then we both got with other people, and it bred a sort of resentment that I wasn't mature enough to deal with. Despite this, the band kept us close. I remember him teaching me my first bassline one day while our bassist was absent- it was the bassline to "Only in Dreams". It was the first time I felt comfortable holding a stringed instrument.

Anonymous 6: Being made fun of for listening to Boards of Canada by my peers who saw it as too strange and experimental to be music.

Anonymous 7: seeing breasts for the first time.

binnie: Experiencing psychosis for the first time and the subsequent first hospitalization for mental health following being surprised by a gift of mushrooms from my dad on my 17th birthday, going out to the woods to trip after having listened to Terrence McKenna for months or

Anonymous 8: My high school graduation and beginning university

April M. Mildew: It is Winter. I am on the balcony. Earlier that month I stared up at the moon and sent a message to my friend group's chat on telegram about how cool and big the moon was and a friend of my friend said "ok" and so I deleted all the messages I had sent. But now I am standing out here and listening to Sharpen Your Teeth by Ugly Casanova. I have attempted to sync the album up so that it would end at midnight. But this is the version with the bonus tracks included. It does not end on a cathartic note. It is no longer 2017. I yell happy new year and then immediately feel awkward. I go back inside.

[cricutmachinemaker]

7 Incredible Cricut Projects Ideas to Try in 2024

Are you looking for Cricut projects ideas? Look no further than this guide, where you will find 7 stunning project ideas that you can try using your Cricut machine.

The day I started working on these Cricut projects, I made many crafts that I could show you. However, these projects are very close to my heart because my mom helped me with them. Although she is not a pro crafter like me, she wanted to spend some time with me, so she asked me if she could help me in some way.

Since then, she’s been helping me create these crafts. Therefore, I am grateful for her creativity and some of the ideas that I have included in my projects. Without any further ado, let‘s dive in to explore ideas for Cricut projects!

1.   Stickers

Stickers can be used to decorate many things; you can elevate your holiday decorations, gifts, invitations, photo albums, and more. When a novice crafter asks me for the best Cricut projects ideas, I tell them to try stickers out, as they are easy to make in no time. You can make them using your Cricut, be it Cricut Joy or Maker machine; all work really well.

2.   Shirts

Want a personalized shirt for someone you love? Personalized shirts are the best option for people looking for clothing that reflects their unique identities and preferences. The beauty of such personalized shirts can not be avoided easily. It is also the best way to grab the attention of someone who is wearing this shirt. Let’s now create a sense of connection with Cricut by making this personalized shirt, which is one of the best Cricut projects ideas.

3.   Wall Decor

Creating a well-designed, well-decorated bathroom is the best way to achieve a healthy lifestyle. Therefore, I made this bathroom wall decor, which looks fantastic and gives proper instructions to anyone using it. This wall decor not only creates a good impression but also optimizes the space. Thanks to Cricut, it helped me so much in making my bathroom extra space utilized.

4.   Cake Toppers

Is there anyone’s birthday or anniversary coming soon? Decorate them using your Cricut’s smart cutting feature that cuts intricate designs in one go. With this beautiful cake topper, you can take any event to the next level, adding a personal touch to the cake or desserts or any treats that you like. With Cricut, you can create a custom design for your cake and also add someone’s name.

5.   Cards 

If you ask me another way to make someone’s day romantic, you can make cards and offer them to make them feel special. Cards can deepen your intimacy, trust, and emotional support between you and your partner. So, if you are looking for Cricut projects ideas such as cards, grab your Cricut and create them to solidify the bond you share with your loved ones.

6.   Tote Bag

Why carry a plastic bag for shopping? Let’s replace it with an eco-friendly tote bag that looks beautiful as well as strong enough to carry your things. You can personalize it as per your choice and add some interesting graphics that draw people’s attention easily. Depending on the size of the bag, you can create it in one go. Pay attention to details and let people admire your creativity.

7.   Labels

Decoration is a must to elevate a celebration for any special occasion. Hence, candles can add charm to any party or grand celebration. Besides, if you are planning a romantic date with your partner, you can decorate a room or place with them. For labeling your candles, you can add a lovely line such as “I love you” or “Be you tiful” in a humorous way.

FAQs

Question 1: What are the Cricut projects ideas for the office?

Answer: If you want to decorate your office or make it personal, there are multiple options available. So, if you are searching for the best projects, take a look at the projects below that you can do for your office.

Question 2: What should be my first project with Cricut?

Answer: If you are looking for something to make for the first time with Cricut, it means you need to start with something that is easy to make. With Cricut, you can make all kinds of projects, but being a novice crafter, you will have to try the following projects:

Question 3: What do I need to make a coffee mug with Cricut?

Answer: Here are the supplies or tools that you will want to make a coffee mug using your Cricut machine. Make sure you have these supplies before you start making your coffee mugs.

Conclusion

Whether you want to elevate celebrations or want something for yourself or loved ones, there are various Cricut projects ideas I have added in this blog. Dive into this blog, go through each project, and see what intrigues you more. You can get some ideas from the above-mentioned projects and create them in your own style rather than copying them exactly as mine.

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[modestcatholiclife]

Anticipation, Excitement, & Connections

This week has left me feeling optimistic and determined. First off, the notice I mentioned last week was indeed for my fiance's books so I was able to pick them up from the post office when I went out grocery shopping. I'm so glad to have finally given him his birthday present even if it was almost a month late.

I went driving again around another carpark. Next time I should be driving around on some quiet roads which is exciting and frightening at the same time.

My fiance had two trial shifts for a baker apprenticeship this past week. He had to start ver early for them, but that is par for the course of a baker. I prayed for him the night before each one and God was definitely listening because he got the apprenticeship! Not only that, when the owner of the bakery called to let him know, he said he'd received such great reports on my fiance that my fiance's parents should be proud to have raised him! Praise God in all things!!!

As for me, I am looking into a career change of my own. I've been thinking of doing early childcare so I've applied to about a ten or so traineeship openings and so far have gotten two interviews lined up for this coming week. Please pray for me. I also got to visit my parents' house recently and pick up my stuffed toys to bring home. Only my mum and one of my brothers were home but it was still good to see them and my cats!

My young adults community was invited to a dinner party on Friday with the Sisters of the Visitation, a Vietnamese religious order, to celebrate the centenary of the founding of their order. Getting there was a slight pain, I was fortunate enough to get a lift but the rain was so heavy that I got soaked waiting to be picked up. The dinner was completely worth it, though. The sisters were so welcoming and seemed like such happy and friendly women. They made us such amazing food and spent the night encouraging us to continue eating. I got to spend the night eating and laughing with friends and I couldn't ask for anything better.

Divine Liturgy was, as usual, beautiful. The priest that said it (or rather, sang it) has been going through a difficult time as of late so it was good just to be there and say hi to him after Liturgy. We were up at St. Andrew's today, attending the English Liturgy which is attended almost solely by young adults so it's always a very nice social experience after Liturgy. We went to a cafe nearby for lunch which was a lot of fun.

Today, my fiance and I went to Officeworks together. He needed some things to help assemble his icon corner and I wanted to print some family photos and buy some photo albums. They only had some very small albums and I bought two but I think I'll need a third one. They were only about $2.20 so it won't be a problem. I'll just need to make time to go back over there. Finally, both Uber Eats and my bank refunded that $82 that was taken out so now I've got an extra $82? I'm not really sure what to do with it but I guess I'm not complaining.

Glory to Jesus Christ!

[trendsalife]

Happy Father’s Day,  Images, Messages, Quotes, Wishes, Captions, Status, Pic

Father’s Day: Messages:

Happy Father’s Day to the best dad in the world! Thank you for your unconditional love and constant support.

Wishing an amazing Father’s Day to the one who has always been my role model and hero. I love you, Dad!

Dad, your love and guidance have shaped me into who I am today. Thank you for being there every step of the way. Happy Father’s Day!

Happy Father’s Day to the world’s greatest dad. Your strength, wisdom, and love inspire me every day.

Cheers to the dad who has given his all and asks for nothing in return. You deserve all the happiness in the world. Happy Father’s Day!

Happy Father’s Day: Quotes

A father is someone you look up to, no matter how tall you grow.

A father’s love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.

Being a great father is like shaving. No matter how good you shaved today, you have to do it again tomorrow.

A good father is one of the most unsung, unpraised, unnoticed and yet one of the most valuable assets in our society.

A father is neither an anchor to hold us back nor a sail to take us there, but a guiding light whose love shows us the way.

Dads are most ordinary men turned by love into heroes, adventurers, story-tellers, and singers of song.

No man stands taller than when he stoops to help a child.

A father’s smile has been known to light up a child’s entire day.

I’m a father; that’s what matters most. Nothing matters more.

Fatherhood is a marathon, not a sprint.

Any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad.

Happy Father’s Day: Wishes

May your Father’s Day be filled with joy, laughter, and precious moments with your loved ones. Happy Father’s Day!

Wishing a fantastic Father’s Day to the coolest dad around. You make our lives extraordinary!

May this Father’s Day bring you happiness and the knowledge that you are loved and appreciated. Enjoy your special day, Dad!

Sending warm wishes and heartfelt gratitude to the best dad in the universe. Happy Father’s Day!

On this Father’s Day, I wish you all the love and happiness that you bring into our lives. You are truly cherished, Dad!

Celebrating Fathers Day

Celebrating Father’s Day is a wonderful way to show appreciation for the fathers and father figures in your life. Here are some ideas on how to celebrate Happy Father’s Day 2023:

Spend quality time together: Plan a special outing or activity that your dad enjoys. It could be a hike, a picnic, a round of golf, or simply having a heartfelt conversation over a cup of coffee.

Cook a special meal: Prepare your dad’s favorite meal or treat him to a delicious breakfast in bed. You can also organize a family barbecue or cookout to celebrate together.

Create homemade gifts: Tap into your creativity and make a personalized gift for your dad. It could be a handmade card, a photo album, a scrapbook, or a piece of artwork that reflects your love and appreciation.

Write a heartfelt message: Take the time to write a heartfelt letter or message to your dad, expressing your gratitude and love. Let him know how much he means to you and how he has made a positive impact on your life.

Plan a surprise: Organize a surprise celebration for your dad. It could be a small gathering with close family and friends, a surprise party, or even inviting his loved ones for a virtual get-together if distance is a factor.

Watch his favorite movie or sports event: Spend the day enjoying your dad’s favorite movie or sports event together. Prepare some snacks and create a cozy atmosphere for a relaxing and enjoyable time.

Give the gift of relaxation: Treat your dad to a day of relaxation and pampering. You could book a spa treatment, a massage session, or create a spa-like experience at home with scented candles, soothing music, and a foot massage.

Engage in his hobbies: Show interest in your dad’s hobbies and join him in activities he loves. It could be fishing, gardening, playing a musical instrument, or any other activity that brings him joy.

Express gratitude on social media: Share a heartfelt message or post a photo of you and your dad on social media, expressing your love and appreciation. It’s a great way to publicly honor him and let the world know how special he is to you.

Simply spend time together: Ultimately, the most important thing is to spend quality time with your dad, making him feel loved and appreciated. Engage in meaningful conversations, listen to his stories, and create lasting memories together.

Remember, the best way to celebrate Happy Father’s Day 2023 is by showing genuine love, appreciation, and gratitude for the father figures in your life. Customize the celebration to suit your dad’s preferences and make it a memorable day for him.

Happy Father’s Day: Captions/Status

“Celebrating the greatest dad in the world on this special day. Happy Father’s Day!”

“To the man who taught me how to dream big and never give up. Happy Father’s Day, Dad!”

“Spending quality time with the first superhero I ever knew. Happy Father’s Day!”

“Cheers to the dad who makes every day brighter and better. Happy Father’s Day!”

“Grateful for a father’s love that knows no bounds. Happy Father’s Day!”

Feel free to share these images, messages, quotes, wishes, captions, status, and pics to honor and celebrate the fathers and father figures in your life.

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[2wheels1bite]

Music, movement and girls.

Those three go together, don't they?

How?  You may be asking but let me tell you how they do for me.

I have these memories in my head that live there forever, like little movies that I can watch anytime I want. Sometimes they come up when I hear a certain song, see a photo of motorcycle I owned and often if I think of a past love in my life.

Like the time I met a girl at a Wrestling Tournament way back in 1984, she was from a few towns away and when she invited me to come to her house for a party, I thru caution into the wind, hoped on my motorcycle and followed some handwritten directions taped to my tank.   After about 1 hour of riding my little Honda 450 I showed up at a High School party in Southboro Mass. I didn't know a soul there except for her, and I had only talked with her for maybe 15 min after one of my matches.

It was something way out of my comfort zone doing, but as Robin Willams said many years later, in Good Will Hunting

"I had to go see about a girl"

A few things I remember from that day was listening to my Prince tape on the way over. It was one of his earlier albums "Controversy"  

I believe it was the first time I took my motorcycle on a major Highway and it was the winter. I hadn't considered the temperature that I was going to have to ride home in at night.  The nervousness I experienced on the way over kept me warm, the thrill of riding so far from home, on roads I've never been on and meeting a girl that I smiled at me on a random Saturday afternoon.

The bike was a 1971 Honda CB450 in Green Like the one above, the helmet was a full-face Nava in red.   I had to modify it to add my Sony Walkman speakers in it to listen to music while riding.  As I pulled up to the house with all the cars parked in front, I remember thinking to myself this is crazy, I can't believe I'm doing this!  

It was a typical house party that happened back then, if you grew up in the 80s you know what I'm talking about.  A whole bunch of kids gathered at someone's house where the parents were gone for the night.   Lots of aqua net in the air, Parachute pants and more than one dude with his Levis tuck into his work boots standing around drinking.

I  was the only motorcycle there!  I got a few " are you crazy?" when people noticed I was on two wheels. It took me a few minutes to find Terri and get up the nerve to go over and tap her on the shoulder while she stood around chatting with all her girlfriends.

The rest of the night was a little blurry, I remember listening to that Prince tape in her parents' car in the garage.  

A few great kisses.

Taking her on the back of the little Honda twin down the street and back.

Then falling asleep on the couch when I realized it was just a little too cold to ride home. The next morning the ride home was very cold and there were a few flurries in the air.   However, I remember it like it happened yesterday, that thrill of meeting a pretty girl, riding my motorcycle on roads that I didn't know and listening to music that I could identify with.

Having dinner a few weeks ago with some good friends we started talking about what people get out of their motorcycles.   One person brought up how it was more of a tool for them and mentioned how they can see how I am romantic about motorcycles.   I couldn't agree more.  

As Robin Williams says in Dead Poets Society....

" We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are member of the human race, and the human race is filled with Passion! Poetry, beauty, romance, love these are what we stay alive for"

Well, I'm here to tell you I can add riding motorcycles to that list! "   Poetry, beauty, romance, Love and motorcycles these are what we stay alive for"

I never saw Terri again after that weekend. My guess is she doesn't remember the boy from Lancaster that road his old Honda on a cold winter day to see about her, I wonder if she ever got a chance to ride on the back of a Ducati?

[malfoymini]

Tag dump.

[tired-biscuit]

Happy Birthday

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni // modern au, intoxication, unhealthy amount of tension, edging. reader is naruto uzumaki's younger sister.

Word count: 11.5k

Summary: Kiba invites you to his 22nd birthday party. Stuff happens.

a/n: nobody asked for this, but here i am; posting this one-shot in honour of the birthday boy.

HAD this all been a mistake?

As you feel the bitter burn of yet another consumed shot seep its way down your throat, you can't say for sure.

Placing the tiny glass back upon the kitchen counter, your expression twists into one of pure disgust when the heat settles into the pit of your stomach.

You've forgotten just how bad vodka tastes on its own, lacking the sweet tang of Red Bull or juice. The reminder is semi-welcomed, you suppose.

The broad palm to land upon your shoulder blade in that moment is warm as it pats you encouragingly one, two; three times.

You suck in a sharp breath through gritted teeth, swallowing the runny saliva that's only there because of the damn vodka, before a bright red solo cup is shoved right into your hands.

Your eyes narrow as you look up at the tall, handsome brunet which you've had the unfortunate pleasure of knowing ever since you were little.

Unbeknownst to many, Kiba has been terrorizing your life for as long as you can remember. Adorning nearly every picture in your family photo album with that tan, freckled face of his, the ebullient Inuzuka had met your big brother on his first day of preschool, and stuck by his side from that moment onward.

Since Kiba is Naruto's best friend, it's no wonder how most of the memories you have of your childhood include him.

Only two years younger than the two boys, you grew up alongside both Naruto and Kiba; building sandcastles on the beach together whenever you went on vacation, playing hide and seek, as well as every other game you could possibly come up with off the top of your tiny heads and which made you constantly end up in trouble together.

Kiba - always the rather boisterous and rowdy kid, much like your big brother - had been more or less invariably nice to you throughout all those years.

Until he abruptly wasn't.

After all, as soon as the Inuzuka turned eight, he had started getting mean; towards you, specifically. Constantly tugging on your pigtails and taunting you for how you acted and spoke, Kiba had made you cry and tell on him to your mother on several occasions.

Crying big, fat tears, you never quite understood why she only chuckled at your childish complaints back then. Why Tsume, Kiba's own mother, had had the exact same reaction, too. Why Naruto agreed with everything he said like the traitorous older brother he was, and got fussy all of a sudden if you wanted to play with them like you always did.

You stopped trying to fit in amongst the two rowdy boys at some point, and instead focused on your own hobbies.

So, years passed. You grew up into a sweet girl, who eventually found friends of her own, and forgot all about stupid, idiotic Kiba who teased you until you cried, despite that he swung by nearly every other day.

That is, until he went to visit his dad one summer when you were thirteen. That year, Kiba came back tall and lean; with his limbs almost comically long, as well as accompanied with a deep voice that made you burst out with laughter whenever it cracked into a higher pitch mid-sentence.

You still quarelled in the same way you used to when you were little, but this time without your tearful complaints to your mother.

He told you all about how his summer went, how his dad was pretty okay whenever he wished to be, and how his older sister Hana had stepped on a sea urchin and had to be rushed to the hospital, where he laughed his ass off as she groaned with every pluck of the doctor's tweezers.

But then that summer came to an end, as all things do, and Kiba started high school along with Naruto, and you were forgotten once again because of other, new friends and experiences that interested him as a proper teenager, and that certainly had nothing to do with thirteen-year-old you. 

By the time you became a freshman yourself, he was already seventeen and a junior. Much to your beffudlement, Kiba had started acting weird around you at that age, mostly turning an ignorant eye towards your direction and barely speaking to you at all, which had most definitely been way out of his usually outgoing personality.

He stared at you only when you weren't looking. Asked Naruto about how you were doing, but never once voiced the question directly to you. The entire ordeal only made you grow further apart.

You never questioned him about it; well at least not truly, anyway. It wasn't like you actually cared about what someone as silly as Kiba thought of you, after all.

And then all of a sudden said boy was a senior finishing high school, getting ready to begin living yet another chapter of his life. He got a sports scholarship and left town for college without ever saying goodbye, much like your own brother. He left you behind, just like that. They both did.

It seemed that university life was a blast for an open, untamed person like Kiba, at least judging from the pictures he posted on his Instagram. From eighteen to twenty-one, you mostly saw him transfigure from a boy to a man over the screen of your phone - barely interacting with him at all, if it weren't for the rare exception whenever he liked the selfie you occasionally posted, was asking for Naruto, or if he dropped by the house to say hi to your parents during the summer.

So, to say that you were absolutely flabbergasted when you received a random text from him one night, inviting you to his 22nd birthday party would be an understatement.

Even Naruto seemed surprised when you asked if Kiba had possibly made a mistake. Had turned slightly suspicious, too, as you skipped down the stairs way more dolled up than usual on the night of the party, staring up at him with slightly anxious eyes.

"It's just Kiba," your brother tells you, eyeing the pretty skirt and top you've decided on tonight, "so, why are you all dressed up?"

"Who said it was for him?" you reply with an eye roll, despite that there's an inexplicable bounce to your step as you leave the house.

And that was that, as well as the reason how you find yourself staring at a freshly turned twenty-two-year-old Kiba, the golden amber within his irises recoiling whenever your gazes meet inside his dimly-lit kitchen.

You have no idea how he has managed to hunt you down amongst the mass of people to fill every room of his house, but the honey-like shade nearly glows with overt amusement when he smiles down at you after he's successfully persuaded you into sharing a third round of double shots with him.

Let's be honest, it's not like it took him a lot of effort. It's his birthday, after all. And the birthday boy gets what he wants!

Meanwhile, Kiba, who is feverishly determined and drunk just enough to finally shoot his shot with the girl that's been off limits to him for fucking aeons, is putting his best effort in making that statement true.

He knows what he's attempting to do is supposedly wrong as he keeps poking and prodding at you to see how you play - knows it darn well, but after literal years of loyalty and restraint, he's allowed to go behind his best friend's back just this once, right?

Sure, Naruto will unleash hell and fury upon him if he finds out, but...

I mean, come on! You're old enough to make your own decisions in life. He's tired of only liking your cute selfies and never sliding into your DMs, because Naruto gets upset everytime he sees him double-tap the damn posts. It's his birthday, for crying out loud!

And it's not just any birthday. This year, Kiba has finally allowed himself to wish for you; hence why you're here in the first place. 

So, it's the fact that it's just you and him inside the little kitchen that matters most to him, no matter that you're surrounded by other individuals who he can't bring himself to care about in that moment. Honestly, with so many people around, Kiba is slightly surprised that he's the only one you seem to endure the company of tonight.

After all, he had waited for an hour or so before leaving his friends to go look for you instead, giving you plenty of time to mingle. When he at long last found you behind the kitchen counter, mixing yourself a drink, completely alone and not talking to anybody, it was like yet another birthday present amongst many.

The realization that you're actually standing in front of him and he's seeing you properly after years of nothing is making his heart feel all kinds of weird. He's been crushing on you ever since he was a little kid, but that's long gone. 

He's a man now - a man that's still undeniably crushing on you, but still...

All he has left to do as an infatuated man, now; is to score. It's a parlous task, however Kiba is willing to take the risk. 

He's thought long and hard about this. Has taken safety precautions. The people he invited have no fucking clue who you are, or are far too intoxicated and high to remember whose baby sister exactly he's beginning to hit on. The sister, mind you, whose annoyingly protective older brother is nowhere to be seen, because Kiba had made sure to invite his friend Hinata from college, so that she'd keep the damn cockblocker busy while he kicks up the charm.

But you don't know anything about his wicked plan. You just see his smile, and assume he's being nice to you because a circuit inside that little, male brain of his must have glitched, or whatever.

He's telling you something, but you can barely hear him over the booming music and equally as loud chatter. The brown-haired Inuzuka seems to own an entire army of friends, however is that really a surprise, considering how damn affable he is?

His mouth moves in the most peculiar way when he grins, upper lip pink and plump as it pulls back on his teeth; as well as slightly glossy from the shot he's just finished. The two incisors he owns are way sharper than whatever you've seen on any other human. They glint in the dim light, causing your pulse to quicken.

"Hey," you hear him drawl seemingly from miles away, "you doin' okay there?"

You feel your nose scrunch up when he snaps his fingers in front of your face all of a sudden. Catching gazes with the fierce amber, you feel like the silliest of fools.

You've successfully zoned out, thinking about his stupid mouth, and Kiba is staring at you now; studying you like you're a goddamn enigma he seems surprisingly eager to solve.

His eyes are enticing just like his mouth. The realization that you've been caught ogling at his lovely smile makes heat radiate through your chest. You swear that you can feel your heart hurting from the sheer and utter embarrassment.

Jittery nerves propel your adrenaline levels, your grip around the cup which you're still holding in your hand, tightening in response.

The tips of your fingers feel somewhat numb from all the alcohol you've indulged yourself in. You're not entirely sure if that's a good thing or not.

"y/n," he says your name, waving a hand in front of your face again.

"Wha-... Sorry, what?" you manage lamely.

The second heatwave of humiliation to hit you in that moment isn't exactly helping in sobering you up, but that's not the plan anyway. It's just annoying that you can't seem to focus.

Kiba snickers at your obvious discomfort, just like he did when he was a kid. "Somebody can't handle their booze?"

The frown you portray is subtle and pouty. "I'm just tired."

"Mhmmm," he hums exaggeratedly, nodding, "of course you are."

You can't believe you used to have a crush on a taunting prick like him. The sigh you loose is exasperated as you point to the solo cup he's just handed you. "What's in this?"

"What?" He quirks one dark brow before leaning in slightly so that he can hear you better.

His cologne invades your nose in an instant. Kiba smells like rain and cedarwood; heavy, balsamic notes that remind you of a forest that's wrapped in a blanket of thick fog and moss, all of it coated in a layer of cool morning dew.

The pleasant scent titillates your senses to the point where it makes you want to cling onto the white t-shirt he's wearing, so that you'd be able to bury your face into the crook of his neck. 

Pause. It's Kiba we're talking about here. Idiot Kiba, who forgot to tie his shoes before he went on a roller coaster when he was nine, and sent them flying away in the middle of the ride.

Kiba, who chugged milk straight from the carton and laughed so hard it spurted out his nose when you told him how gross he was. Kiba, who kept picking up spiders and other nasty bugs, and then ran after you, threatening you he'll drop them into your hair as you squealed and cried.

The thought of sin that had crossed your mind nearly makes you cringe away from him at the other memories to otherwise flood your brain as if in argument. How embarrassing for you!

Blinking, you instantly hang blame upon the alcohol that's coursing your veins, and obviously clouding your better judgement. He's your brother's best friend, after all - one who you've known since diapers and that's been seen as nothing but a menace in your eyes ever since.

It'd be gross to think like that about Kiba of all people, wouldn't it?

... Wouldn't it?

Partially satisfied with your reasoning, you grumble and curl your fingers around the unbuttoned front of the flannel he's wearing over the white t-shirt, so that you can pull him closer.

He's compliant as he leans in, but what you fail to notice, however, is that his hand rests against the kitchen counter at the tug; trapping you in-between the cool marble and his body. Caging you right in.

The sleeves of his flannel are rolled up to his elbows. You can't help but glance at the defined knuckles and flexible digits. His forearm is tan and covered in dark hair, but you can still see a small fraction of the thin, white scar he's acquired when he fell off his skateboard when he was seven, and that's now hiding underneath the rather familiar forest green, vowen bracelet he's been wearing since forever.

Back then, it would have been either a sprained wrist, or a head-on collision with you when you had swerved in front of him on your little, bright pink rollerblades just as he had picked up speed on the damned board.

Luckily for you; Kiba had chosen the former.

Come to think of it, he always chose you over his own well-being. He fussed about it, of course, but he nonetheless picked your safety first.

You're not entirely sure why you even remember such a thing; even less why it makes your heart flutter. But you're not one to dwell on it.

Stepping onto the tips of your toes, your mouth is right next to his ear as you raise your voice and repeat the question, "I was asking what's in the cup?"

"It's just soda, pipsqueak," Kiba says, the rasp of his voice laced with laughter as he adds, "it'll help in getting rid of the taste of booze that you can't seem to endure."

Both of your brows shoot up in mild astonishment at the blatant taunt. "Excuse me?"

He smiles down at you once more. "What?"

Your eyes dip to his smile again. There you go, staring at his mouth for a second time in the mere span of five minutes. Making him notice. Stupid, stupid, stupid! 

Your voice shakes slightly as you utter, "Don't you think you're a bit too old to keep teasing me, Kiba?"

"Hmm?" His eyes glimmer with profound mischief when he says, "I always thought you'd be the kind of girl that'd enjoy a little bit of teasing."

Heat creeps up your neck at the hint. He's obviously drunk, but so are you, because now you're smirking as you reply, "It completely depends on the occasion."

"Yeah?" He seems completely invested, impatient fingers tapping against the marble of the counter as he towers over you. "What kind of occasion, exactly?"

You can't resist an eye roll. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Oh, I'd like to know, all right. Very much so."

The giggle you weave into the tease is innocently cute, "Sorry, but I don't kiss and tell." It's all fun and games, right? No harm done.

He's quick to turn it into his favour. "Mind making an exception for me?"

"For which one, exactly," you quip in an instant, "the kiss, or the tell part?"

"Why, you little-... Hah." His lips part, revealing the perfect, straight row of teeth again as he laughs quietly at your jab.

The beam itself is crooked and appealing, and it's in that exact moment that you realize how close he actually is as he stands next to you. How his gaze burns like a forge as it focuses solely on you, and how anyone walking past could take it the wrong way as you push back against the counter and he leans in even further, like it's his fucking instinct to follow after you.

Wait. Are you actually flirting with him right now?

You pray to every God you know that Naruto doesn't come searching for you. If he were to find you like this, your brother might just tear you to shreds for messing with his best friend of all people. Might rip Kiba apart for allowing it in the first place, too.

But in all seriousness; are you just messing around with him? Or do you actually want to initiate something with your brother's best friend, who, at long last, is giving you the attention you've wished for ever since you were thirteen? Or perhaps it is just the booze taking control of your actions?

The edge of the counter bites into the small of your back with the movement as you pull back. Kiba's digits tap against the marble again. He trails his eyes all over you - up and down. Like a proper bastard.

His arm is so close to your side that you can feel his body heat pour into you, even though you're not making any sort of physical contact ever since your hand had left his flannel. The feeling is overwhelming, to say the least. You can't believe you're actually growing flustered around an idiot like Kiba, for fuck's sake.

The daze you feel is the reason why the best you can do is stare at his chest now, which is so wide that you're wondering how big his goddamn ribcage must be. His heart definitely beats like a war drum; you're sure of it.

Before you can hesitate, the curiosity you feel makes you press your palm against the middle of his chest. Not a moment passes, and there it is - the strong, steady heartbeat you've expected to feel; grazing your finger pads, and making your own pulse skyrocket. 

"Anyways," you pat his firm chest, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible while placing the cup of soda onto the counter, "I can handle it just fine, Kib."

"Sweetheart," Kiba utters, the grin on his face growing even wider, "I'm not entirely sure you can."

Your gaze lifts as you look at him underneath your eyelashes. His face owns a reddish tint to it now; both cheeks blooming with heat which you're guessing is there because of the alcohol.

His eyes seem glossy, the stare heavy-lidded and complacent, but most importantly - unmoving from your own.

Your nerves are firing up all at once at the intense eye contact. Pressure climbs up your throat, making your chest tighten with blazing-hot tension. Your mind is running all over the place, turning you incapable of concentrating. 

The suspense makes you falter as you peel your eyes away from him. It turns you into a coward, because now you're completely changing the subject, "Nice bracelet."

Kiba on the other hand, seems to be holding his ground. His voice is smooth as velvet as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and says, "As far as I remember, you've bought it for me at the beach years ago."

Hyper-awareness flashes throughout you at his touch, making you tongue-tangled with the jumble of words you let out, "Yeah, 'cause you wouldn't stop bitching about how I lost your stupid Spider-Man towel, and I had to make it up to you somehow."

"First of all, it wasn't stupid. And second," he chuckles as he curls the same strand of hair around his finger and tugs it lightly to provoke you further, "it was an Iron Man one. Please educate yourself before you come for me, cutie."

Your pulse is racing now. "Cutie?"

Kiba blinks. His knuckle brushes your cheekbone and it's like a tingling, nearly electrical jolt that surges through him at the accidental touch in that exact moment.

He pulls back, leaving the part of skin he touched burning in his wake. "I'm sorry. I didn't-... I didn't mean it like that. Fuck, hah."

His laughter is somewhat nervous now, and to be honest, you've never seen him act this hesitant before. The Kiba you know had always been nothing but smug in every single aspect, but at the same time, you barely know the current Kiba.

You haven't talked in years, after all - not properly, at least, which is why this entire interaction is so freaking odd in the first place. You wish you had some sort of power to know what on earth is going on inside that pretty head of his.

Based from experience gained from spending so many years in his company, you're guessing not much is happening inside that thick skull, but you'd kill to know the reason as to why he's invited you to his birthday party at all.

What has changed? Why was he searching the house for you, specifically, pretty much ignoring all the people he had invited, and why has he decided to spend the rest of the night in your presence, instead of anyone else's?

It seems that no matter how simple his mind may be, Kiba is - much to your dismay - the true enigma here.

Great.

"Ugh, I'm sorry," he repeats when you don't say anything in return, running a frustrated hand through his chestnut hair, "I think I'm just really wasted and saying shit I don't mean, 'cause of it."

In truth, he just wants to see if you'll bite into the bait he's setting up for you. If you'll play, and allow him to yank you right into his greedy hands.

You must be wasted, too, because now you're looking him right in the eye, saying, "It's all right, Kib. I liked it."

You just can't help yourself. Tonight is the first time in your life that you're seeing him this defenseless. That you're able to tug and pull on his strings, and play with him like he's a shiny, new toy that you can't wait to mess with. The opportunity is simply too good to miss out on.

If only you knew.

The atmosphere changes yet again at the words you've just spoken out loud, God have mercy on your soul. Something sticky and morally questionable settles right between you.

The tension is making your mouth dry. You're both circling now; unsure and waiting to see who is willing to take the first step towards the reason behind your uncertainty.

"You liked it," he mumbles at long last, unable to look at you properly, "the pet name?"

"Mhmm, I think it's cute." The smile you offer him is as cunning as one of a fox - pure vixen. Kiba doesn't understand why, but something about your face brightening up and the way the sheen of your lip gloss catches light tempts him; makes him tilt his head to the side and take you in unashamedly this time around.

He's outright leering at you now, studying you from head to toe, and taking in the pretty skirt and tight top, without trying to hide his interest like he's been doing for the past hour and a half.

You might own the smile of a fox, being an Uzumaki and all that, but when his amber eyes darken with shadows you can't quite read, you realize that he's the hound that's just about ready to start hunting you down.

His bottom lip is tucked underneath the same teeth that are now chewing the tender flesh from deeply pondering a thought which you'll never get the pleasure of knowing.

Kiba steps from one foot to another, loosing a huffed chuckle before he looks you in the eye again; seemingly satisfied with his conclusion.

Time to go all-in.

"You know," he says, voice wary, "I've got loads of other stuff from way back when we were kids, saved in a box upstairs, if you wanna check it out?"

He pauses for a second as his head whips to the side. He looks over his shoulder, and you can see him scan the room quickly; searching for something, or rather someone, before he turns back towards you and adds, "It's, uh... It's up in my room."

You quirk a brow at the suggestion. "You want to take me up to your room?"

Is he seriously asking what you think he is?

"Yeah," he says a bit more confidently now, scratching the back of his neck. His face is red as he mutters, "But only if you want to, of course."

"Hmm." You spend two or three seconds pretending that you're thinking it over just to see him fidget and squirm a bit more, before you at long last give him a slow nod of your head, "Sure, I guess."

Kiba seems relieved, until: "Though, I should probably go tell Naruto, so that he knows where I am."

Pushing from the counter, you dust off the imaginary lint from your cute skirt, however before you can even look up at him, his hand is back to pressing against the marble; blocking your path.

It seems that you aren't going anywhere.

Kiba's eyes are dark and glazed, the iridescent flecks of gold lazily swirling inside the liquid amber whenever the light catches the irises just right. He's looking down at you with a furrowed brow and an expression that's pretty bitter, unlike his honey eyes, but you only realize that he can't stop staring at your mouth when he says, "Maybe we shouldn't tell Naruto about where we're goin', sweetheart."

You aren't stupid. You know that the words have a deeper meaning. And now, you have yet another reason for your hunch to be proven right on why he doesn't want your brother to find out where you're going with him. Still, you push his limit, feeling him out, "And why is that?"

"He's probably busy." His voice is firm as he looks down at you when you flutter your eyelashes up at him. Perhaps it even owns a certain edge of frustration to it.

You sound like a bimbo when you reply, "Ah, I see."

You stare at each other as you feel the buzz of tension to sear your skin in mind-numbing waves. They're hitting against you both like you're cliffs that are constantly being kissed by the rowdy sea.

You can almost taste the anticipation of what's to come. Meanwhile, Kiba can nearly taste your saliva mixing with his own.

All he wants to do is kiss you. Kiss you, until you won't be able to feel your mouth anymore from how hot his tongue is to stroke yours and scorch you.

He's been imagining how it'd be like to kiss that pouty mouth ever since he was fourteen. And now - at twenty-two - he wants to know just as bad.

"Well?" he utters, impatience peeking through the mask he's put on ever since you've shown up at his front door.

"Chill, you idiot," you giggle finally, nodding again, "I won't tell Naruto if you don't want me to."

It'll be our little secret.

Relief washes over him yet again. He smirks as he moves at your compliance, offering you his hand like those cocky gentlemen in the films you're an absolute sucker for. "Well, shall we, then?"

The action is so cheesy and sweet, that you don't even hesitate to place your palm upon his own, not realizing the consequences of your decision in that moment. 

His grip is tight and possessive in all the right ways. You can't remember the last time you've held hands with him, but it certainly didn't feel like this.

"Lead the way, Kib."

And so, Kiba does.

---

"Christ, I haven't been up here in forever."

"And yet, you seem to have made yourself quite at home."

You turn to look at him from your spot on his bed you've just plopped down and made yourself comfortable on. His childhood bedroom is a bit different than what you saw the last time you were here, but what exactly has changed?

The bed is certainly bigger, as well as the wardrobe that stands in one corner opposite from where you're currently sitting. All of the furniture is made out of rich oak, exactly like most of the house; as well as the desk that's covered in random clutter, mostly consisting of notebooks, bright highlighters and sticky notes, which he must have brought home from college.

The movie posters to adorn the walls are still there, and somehow compliment the cosy aesthetic of his space. You spot the fluffy-looking dog bed that's set-up right next to his desk. It's empty.

"Is Akamaru with your mom?"

"Yeah, they won't be back until tomorrow evening," Kiba replies, closing the door, "now stop snooping through my stuff, will ya?"

"Uh, it's called looking around? Who said I was snooping?" The scoff you let out in answer is nothing short from derisive as you say, "And besides, it's not like there'd be anything new to find... Not much has changed; seeing that your room is still as messy as it was when you were ten."

"It ain't that messy," he retaliates, fingers wrapping around the key that's secured in the lock. He stands next to the door for a couple of seconds, making you stare at his back in puzzlement.

His voice is surprisingly quiet and soft when he speaks again, though thankfully you can still hear him over the muffled noise of music that's still being blasted downstairs, "By the way, uh... Do you mind if I lock the door?"

Oh?

The smirk which insists on curling the corners of your gloss-coated lips upwards is hard to hide. "Why would you lock it?"

He pauses again, body going still. You just know the gears within his head are turning at the speed of light. You can't help but wonder if it hurts him to think this much; this hard, when he says, "I don't want people getting the wrong idea."

Your reply is as swift as an arrow: "Don't you think locking the door would give them that exact idea in the first place, Kiba?"

For fuck's sake, you're too clever and witty for your own good; always have been. It's infuriating, but Kiba tames the tone of his voice into something sweeter by swallowing hard. "Let's hope not."

Before you can quip anything back at him, the lock clicks into place. Click! - your fate is sealed with his decision. God help you.

"Wow," you snort, shaking your head, "thanks for having the decency to at least ask me if I wanted the door locked, I suppose."

Kiba flashes you a playful, closed-eyed smile when he turns around and makes his way towards the wardrobe. You try to your best ability to not ogle at the way the flannel tightens around his broad shoulders and back when he raises his arms to pick up the box he's been telling you about.

Still, no matter how hard you try to look away, it seems to be literally impossible for you to quit glancing in his direction whenever the rippling muscle shifts underneath the cotton with every minuscule movement he makes.

The sports scholarship must have done him good, because he's fit and fucking fine as hell.

Though, not in the tall and lean way kind of fit, like he's been during most of his teenage years. No, as a proper adult, Kiba is appealingly vigorous and buff; owning strength you can't quite possibly imagine being unleashed upon your smaller frame.

He'd be able to crush you into a pulp if he ever wished to do so. To squeeze your throat until you'd be fighting against him, so that he'd allow air into your lungs. To hold you up without any sort of trouble as he'd fuck you against the goddamn wall.

You're not entirely sure if the knowledge of that last one thrills you, or instead frightens you right to the bone which he'd be able to break right in half anyway. Still, possibly scared or not, you might just start drooling at the sight of him.

You're looking at him like he's a piece of meat you'd like to chew on. How pathetic of you to be this shallow.

And how pathetic of him to be doing the exact same thing.

"Okay," he mumbles as he brings the box over and plops down onto the bed right next to you, "let's see what's in here."

Kiba flicks the lid off, the tiniest of smiles creeping up on his lips at the audible gasp you let out as soon as the items come into view.

The box is filled with seemingly completely random clutter, but after taking a closer look, you recognize the tiny sea-shells, the movie tickets, as well as all the postcards you've sent him. It's more than ten years of life - stuffed into a cardboard shoebox.

You spend the next half hour going through the box with him, reminiscing about memories that are both equally as sweet as they are nostalgic, sharing laughs and teasing each other as they bring you closer together; sewing up that gap of unfamiliarity between you with every passing second and exchanged relic.

Kiba's heart is fluttering with every drunken, tinkling giggle you're letting out, as well as the way your entire expression brightens because of him.

And he - the smitten, poor man that he is - just can't stop looking at you, because he's missed this. Talking to you, bringing those beaming smiles forth everytime he makes you laugh; just being in your warm presence, overall. Truth be told, he's missed all of it.

He's missed you.

"Can't believe you've kept all of this, Kib," you utter softly, reading the postcard you've sent him nearly nine years ago, "most of these literally make no sense. I'm just blabbering about my vacation, but in writing."

"I know. I suppose you could call me sentimental, eh?" He laughs quietly as he leans in and trails the tip of his finger over the scribbles you've written down when you were eleven. "But I always liked the lil' hearts you drew for me on every one."

"The hearts?"

"Yeah, look," he says as he pushes even closer to you, pointing to the corner of the postcard, "here's one. And... Another one."

His index finger brushes against your thumb when he points to the second doodle of a heart on the postcard you're still holding. He's sprawled on his side, supporting himself with one elbow and reclining so close to you, that you can smell his cologne all over again.

The scent clouds your mind for a second time that night. You're right back inside that rainy forest again; wishing to lie down onto the damp, moss-covered ground and just be fucking overtaken by the fog, until you'd feel the chill of its kiss on your neck.

The thought makes you drop the postcard somewhat absent-mindedly as you turn to look at him. He's much closer than you've realized, because as soon as you make eye contact; your faces are mere inches apart, the tips of your noses almost touching.

You can see all of his freckles this up-close, as well as the dimple in his cheek which shows up when one corner of his mouth tugs to the side. Something within you begins to glow when he looks at you so very warmly with those big, fierce amber eyes of his.

He makes you feel special with just one look alone. Unique. One of a kind.

"What is it, cutie?" His voice is barely above a whisper now.

"Nothing, I just," you mumble as heat sears your face at the pet name, "I think I must be very drunk right now, because I actually think you look super pretty up-close."

"Oh?" Kiba snickers at what you admit. "Why, thank you. Wish I could say the same for you, but you're kind of blurry for me right now."

"Ha ha, funny." You roll your eyes at him, shoving him away by pressing your palm against his chest. However, before you can even fully extend your arm to use more force, his fingers are wrapping around your wrist; tugging you closer in one swift movement.

He yanks you towards himself, until you're practically hovering above his face with your own. You're so close that you're sharing your breaths, staring into each other's eyes - both of your pupils dilating at the intimate closeness.

"I-I'm very drunk right now, Kiba," you repeat, cursing yourself internally for the stutter.

"As am I," he replies quietly, pushing your hand firmer against his chest. You can feel his rapid heartbeat right underneath the tips of your fingers again. The rhythmic sensation makes you gather up the cotton of his crisp, white t-shirt between your own digits as you clutch it tightly.

Your forehead presses against his own. You're almost breathless already, and he hasn't even kissed you. "This... This might not be a good idea."

"We haven't done anything," he utters in a hushed whisper, the hand that was just holding your wrist snaking up to caress your cheek. He trails the tip of his finger over your cheekbone, eyes glued to your mouth, "And we don't have to either, if that's not something you want."

The alcohol is pushing you to tell the truth. It's promising you that you'll feel better if you admit your feelings that have been there for ages. That the fear you feel is nothing compared to the relief that's to come.

"The problem is that I, uh... I do." You sigh, inching closer and closer, "I do want to."

Oh, god. Kiba's heart is just about ready to burst from joy at your answer. He feels nauseous from how overwhelmed all the feelings are making him. He just has to feel everything so strongly, doesn't he? It's amazing how he hasn't burned out yet, but he has to keep it together. Has to keep himself in check for you.

"Yeah?" His chuckle is dark in humour as he cups your cheek tighter, "You want me to kiss you?"

"Ye-... Yeah."

Kiba doesn't need anything else. His lips latch to your own as soon as you get the approval out, and the moment your mouths connect in panting, careful kisses that become hotter and hotter with passion with each one that follows after the other, it's everything you could have possibly wished for.

Kissing him is better than whatever you've imagined for all these years. He tugs on your bottom lip, spoils the upper one with affection, warms them both with his gentle sigh. You can't believe it took you this long to actually get to feel that plush mouth of his pressing against your own this softly, this tenderly.

Better late than never, you suppose.

He pulls back after a while, taking a deep, shaky breath. You're both chuckling quietly now, avoiding each other's eyes and not saying anything; too stunned to speak from the kiss you've just shared. His face is gaining the colour of a red tomato. He just likes you so much.

"Fuck, that was..." He's quiet for a moment, shaking his head with a grin that owns the power to bring you to your knees as he says, "Can I, uh... Can I kiss you again, maybe?"

"Yes," you barely let out, before his mouth is back upon your own.

His warm tongue strokes your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. As soon as your lips part with a content sigh, he's pushing against you, tasting and gliding over every crevice within your sweet mouth, as well as the roof of it - tasting you for the very first time, and relishing you thoroughly because of it.

You can feel him forcing you into the mattress as the kisses flow between you and the tension you feel spreads through your entire body like a wildfire; until you're lying down on your side, and he's hovering above you exactly like you've done just a minute prior. 

He's more eager now; overtaking your mouth with his tongue and the quick, slightly painful prickles which burn whenever he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip. A small moan manages to slip past your mouth at the sensation when he tugs on your swollen lip that's long since lost all the gloss from how harsh your kissing is turning.

The sound of your mewl is so appealing that it makes him lazily part his eyelids, which are so heavy and hooded that he's barely keeping them open. Kiba watches you completely melt into the kiss he's been waiting to happen for literal ages. You look so sweet that he can barely control himself.

His chest feels like it's going to explode, and not from the lack of air, but from all the emotions he's feeling all at once again.

Your hands are running through his chestnut hair; entire body squirming and writhing when he trails his own palm down your side. He stops at the hem of your skirt, eager fingers twitching from anticipation as he asks, "Want me to touch you, too?"

Your voice is breathless as you whine, "Please."

"Look at you, asking so nicely." He snickers quietly, the smirk on his mouth tricksy, "Didn't know you had it in you."

And before you can even come up with a witty reply to his teasing, he's kissing you yet again, his warm hand grasping and squeezing the plush flesh of your thigh. His touch is greedy and possessive. It makes your core burn even hotter with wildish need.

His hand squeezes your thigh so harshly that it burns. You're gasping into his mouth in response to the ache, before he inches higher up to the inner part. The noises you're making as you're parting your legs to help him gain better access are adorable, and are also the reason why his dick keeps twitching inside his pants. He can feel the surge of warmth rushing to his groin. You're making him hard just by sound alone.

He keeps circling the spot where you need him most as he plays with you; testing your patience. He's so close but yet so far, making the tension within you build up to the point where you can feel your skin tightening over your bones because of it. 

"Kiba," you whisper, tugging on his hair to bring him closer, "st-stop messing around."

"Here?" His voice is nearly a gentle coo as he at long last rubs a digit over the damp spot of arousal on your pretty panties, completely disregarding your empty warning, "You want me to touch you here, cutie?"

"Mhmmm," you hum, dazed already from the sensation.

He taps the lace with a single rough fingertip, nearly making you purr from the way he's pressing against your clit over the fabric. "Take these off for me, then, pretty please?"

You don't have to be told twice. His request is so sweet that you're eager as ever as you reach underneath your skirt, hook your fingers around the waistband and tug the delicate lace down your legs.  

Kiba's hand finds you the second your panties hit the floor of his room. Your eyelids flutter at the contact, but you somehow force them to stay open, so that you can watch his smug smile as he trails a fingertip over your soaking pussy; gathering the arousal you've been trying to hide from him the entire night.

His voice is a rough whisper as he traces lazy circles over your throbbing clit, "So wet for me, huh? It seems like you haven't been touched in a while."

"It's been a lonely couple of months, yeah."

"That silly boyfriend of yours ain't around anymore, hmm?"

"We br-broke up."

"Good. I was growing tired of seeing his stupid face on your Insta all the time."

All you can do is nod as you stare up at him, your bottom lip tucked underneath your teeth. With one side of his face splashed in the soft glow of the light coming from the desk lamp that's positioned on the other end of the room, Kiba looks absolutely stunning.

His amber eyes shine golden when your leg hooks around his hip, so that you can give more space to that big hand of his as he pleasures you.

He keeps toying with you, rubbing your clit in soft circles that give you just enough friction to make your legs shake, and for your pussy to clench around nothing. The desire to be filled up by him is making you foam at the mouth. You're on the verge of going completely feral.

"Kiba, c'mooon," you whine, "I thought I've told you to stop mes- Fuck...! Oh, god."

"Hm? What was that?" His words are a lazy drawl as he now starts to pump two fingers inside you, stroking your hot, sensitive walls, "Did you say something, sweetheart?"

You're tugging on his hair so harshly that it makes him hiss as you try to fuck yourself on his fingers, "Holy shit, that feels so good."

"Needy," he mumbles quietly, his thumb still stroking your clit. He curls his fingers and forces himself even deeper inside you, until you can feel the brush of knuckles against your walls. Despite your hushed pleas to go faster, he keeps the languorous pace; sending your mind into absolute overdrive. 

Your hands are clumsy as they slide down his chest and dip to his belt buckle. You're growing frustrated from being such a klutz, until you at long last hear that satisfying click! as you unbuckle his belt on your third attempt. Quickly undoing the button and zipper of his jeans, you're eager to finally slip your hand into his black boxer briefs.

You stroke him over the fabric first. He pushes against you in an instant; chasing that extra friction as you try to cup and fondle as much as you can. You could have sworn that you feel him twitch as his breathing picks up its speed.

You're both looking down now, staring at your hands that are exploring each other's bodies.

The groan to leave the back of his throat makes you feel absolutely primal as you use one hand to tug the boxers down just enough for his cock to push free from the tight confines of his clothes, and the other to stroke him properly this time around.

The gasp to leave your lips is as astonished as your gawking. You've been wondering how he looked like underneath all those layers ever since you were fifteen and had gotten that first wave of hormones flooding your brain.

And as you're ogling at him so blatantly now, eyeing his throbbing cock and the pre-cum that's leaking out the tip, you realize that his size could best be described as nerve-wracking.

Your fingers are hesitant to wrap around him properly because of how tiny your hand looks compared to his dick, and yet you still do it anyway. Kiba's hand clamps around your own the moment you make contact, forcing you to tighten your grip and start pumping.

"Fuck," he whispers, eyes dark and murky at the touch, "that feels so good."

He's copied you word for word.

"Aha," you utter nervously, feeling him pick up his pace, "so, so good, Kib."

He feels big in your hand, the surge of blood making his dick so hard and throbbing that you're worried how on earth you'll make him fit if things actually escalate in that direction. If he doesn't calm down, he might just tear you apart with his cock.

The handjob you're giving him is as sloppy as the kisses you're sharing while he fingers you. It's so intimate and overwhelming; the way you're pushing against one another, writhing on his bed so much that you're both starting to sweat. 

"Wanna fuck you," he groans into your mouth at some point, his words nearly incoherent from the way you're gliding your tongue along his front teeth, "wanna fuck you so bad, cutie."

"Do it," you gasp when he applies more pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes you squirm against him. The need you feel comes first before the nervosity. You'll deal with your wrecked insides after he fucks you silly.

"Yeah?" he murmurs softly, kissing your jawline when your head tips back from the pleasure, "You'll let me fill up that cute pussy of yours?"

Heat crawls up your neck at his question and your answer, "Yeah."

He quickens his pace. "Pound it, too?"

"Yes...!"

Kiba lets out a short, huffed laugh at your enthusiasm before he presses a messy smooch right against your panting mouth. The sound echoes throughout the bedroom, making you giggle in reply. His face is so red. You doubt that it's from the alcohol now.

Thick fingers leave you slowly, rubbing the sweet arousal all over your inner-thighs and clit as he says, "Turn around for me."

You're worse than an obedient slut, or a feral bitch in heat from how happily you follow his orders. As soon as your back is turned towards him, your gaze falls upon the mirror of the wardrobe that's right opposite you.

The sight of your body as it twists and recoils on top of the bed sheets is a pitiful one, but it's quickly obscured by the fluttering of your eyelashes as soon as you feel him rub his cock over your dripping heat.

His mouth is right next to your ear when he whispers, "You on the pill?"

"Mhmm."

"Okay," he says, kissing your neck lovingly. You can feel the graze of his sharp canines slide across your pulse point when he adds, "gonna fuck you raw, then. Nice and slow, to really savour the feeling of that lil' cunt."

You're arching your back in response, pushing your ass towards his hips while your spine is pressing flush against his heaving chest.

Kiba slowly aligns himself with your sopping, tight hole. Now, your whimper is more of a cry than a moan as he begins to stretch you out with every inch he's leisurely pushing into your warmth. Even he's surprised that he's patient enough to be this gentle, but he just cares for you so much.

Your upper lip quivers as tears brim your eyes from the burn to sear through you. His forearm flexes as it tightens around your middle to keep you from outright running away from him. The shifting of muscles you see in the mirror as his grip turns tenacious is a welcome distraction.

"You're taking it so well, cutie," he encourages you delicately, using every chance to push himself in deeper, "you gonna keep taking my cock, right? Gonna keep being good for me?"

You can't form words, so you only nod as he keeps forcing himself further and further between your walls, sighing at the friction and the tight, wet warmth to surround him. You're on the cusp of crying by the time he at long last bottoms out within you, groaning at the sensation of being balls deep inside your soaking cunt.

"Fuck," he curses, breathing quick, "I've wanted to do that since I was seventeen."

"Kiba," you whine his name out, arching your back again, "it-it's too much...!"

It really is. He's taking over your entire capacity, and you feel like you're about to burst.

"Nu-uh," he smirks, not taking no for an answer as he kisses your temple, "you just need a lil' time to get used to it. Imma stretch you out real nice, sweetheart. We're gonna have so much fun."

Your fingers tighten their grip on the bed sheet, until you're literally clawing at it when he pulls his hips back and slams them right back into you with a lewd squelching noise and a smack!

"Oh, god!" Your eyes are sent rolling into the back of your head when he does it again. And again.

"No god here, 's just me," he laughs quietly, gaining a steady rhythm when it comes to destroying your insides. You're leaking milky arousal right down to the hilt of his dick as he keeps slamming home into you, making you cry out profanities every two seconds or so.

The noises you're both making mix with your heavy breathing and the sound of muffled music that's still thundering downstairs without stop. You're both so invested into each other that neither you nor him can recognize the song that's playing in that exact moment. All that matters are his grunts and your soft moans. As well as the friction. Holy fuck, the friction.

"You're a sucker for this, aren't you?" He pants into your ear, ramming himself into you with even more force, "You love the way my cock fills up your cute cunt, and how it hurts when I make you take it; all of it."

"I do," you sob out, face contorting from the intense pleasure, "I lo-love it so much...!"

"Fuck yeah, you do, cutie," he grits out, teeth clenched, "fuck yeah, you do."

You can't see his face in the mirror, but just the sight of his big, rough hands roaming your front; greedily lifting your top until your bra is exposed, and groping at your tits without any kind of respect is enough to make you want to scream his name until the entire house could hear.

Luckily for you, he chokes you before you can do it, though the desire is still there. He's making you feel that good.

So good, in fact, that the heat in the pit of your stomach is becoming unbearable. You're on the verge of erupting into pure bliss from the mind-shattering orgasm that's coming up; lingering just around the corner. There'll be nothing left of you if he keeps this up. He'll make you blaze, until you're nothing but ash.

"S-So close," you manage through shallow breaths because he's barely allowing you to breathe while you're rolling your hips against his own for that extra push, "please, please, fucking please."

"Already?" He laughs at your fucked out state as his expert digits hook around your thigh. Lifting your leg without warning, the pressure within your core swells and grows bigger and bigger. His fingers dig into the back of the plush flesh before he trails them upwards; aiming them for your clit again.

"Kiba," you gasp his name once more, feeling his grip around your throat tighten in response as he pulls you even closer to his chest, "fuck, please, I-... Need it...! Need to cum so bad."

"I thought you said you liked to be teased a little?" 

"Just do it, god fucking damn!"

"All right, all right!" He chuckles lowly, "So impatient, damn... Keep your leg up for me."

The moment his rough finger pads make contact with your demanding clit, your entire body spasms in his tight hold, fire licking at your skin with ferocious hunger. You can see it all in the mirror, the way the veins atop his tan skin protrude as he applies the pressure you need to become undone in the end.

"Ri-Right there. Fuck, yes...!" Your whispers are a trembling jumble of moans and whimpers. Kiba is chuckling quietly, his smile pressing against the back of your head as he keeps fucking you; keeps slamming you into goddamn oblivion. You're delicate like glass, but he sure as hell isn't going to handle you that way.

"Yeah?" He drawls tiredly, blushing at the lewd, wet sounds your lovemaking is producing. You're so wet that he's mesmerized in a way. Never before had a girl been this excited to have him. It's like a present. "Like this, baby?"

"Mhmm, like that."

"Gonna cum for me?"

"Wanna, yeah. So bad."

His laughter warms your very soul. "You're such a slu-"

"Kiba!" The sudden knock to come from the door makes you both stiffen, bodies turning rigid at the suspense of what's going to happen next. Your heart is pounding inside your ribcage, because the voice you've just heard sounds familiar. Especially when it says: "Yo, Kiba! You in there?"

Naruto.

The hushed exclamation of panic to leave you is quickly stifled by Kiba's palm that covers your mouth in a movement that's faster than lightning. He's panting now, leaning into your ear, going, "Shh, shh, shh. Keep quiet."

All you do to reply is make a muffled noise, fingers curling around his arm that's still keeping busy between your legs. He's never stopped fucking you; even whilst your brother is standing right on the other side of the door.

You're lucky Kiba had decided to lock it, because now you can hear the sound of the handle as Naruto tries it.

"Kiba," your sibling repeats, knocking again, "hellooo?"

The irritation to lace Kiba's voice is so profound that it sets your teeth on edge as he shouts, "What? I'm busy, man!"

"Busy? With what?"

"Fucking your sister."

Holy fucking hell.

Your eyes widen in shock, another muffled noise escaping your lips as you twist and turn to fight back against the tight grip he holds you in, but Kiba refuses to let you go. He fights right back, using his weight to press you flush against the mattress as he makes you roll onto your stomach.

His hands wrap around your wrists, shoving them both into the pillow to keep you from thrashing on top of his bed.

The moment he pushes his cock all the way into your warmth again, you go completely still. The new, deeper angle makes your breath stagger in the back of your throat. It takes all you have within you to not moan as loudly as you can as you try to crawl towards the headboard of the bed to pull yourself up.

He just can't stop fucking you, unable to release you from the cage his body has created around you. He's been waiting for too long; daydreamed and fantasized about this exact moment far too much to just allow Naruto to cockblock him yet again. He wants to see this entire thing to its end. Wants to see you cream on his dick, and to kiss you right after.

"You idiot," you cry out into the pillow, "why'd you tell him that?"

"Stop squirmin' around," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, "you wouldn't want your big brother to hear us, now would you? And besides, it's not like that moron is ever gonna take it seriously."

"Ha, wow, you're so funny!" Naruto snorts in that exact moment, his voice the epitome of intoxication and proving Kiba right, "Speaking of y/n: do you know where she is? It's been a while since I've last seen her."

"I dunno, I think she left early to go hang out with her friend, or some shit," Kiba replies, eyeing your writhing body underneath him with a smirk as he keeps pushing, and pushing, and pushing until it hurts, "now quit nagging me, will ya? You're annoying as fuck, and I don't really care where your sister is."

He's a good liar, at least. And a mean one, too.

When you whip your head to the side to look up at him, he's shaking his own head no, leaning in quickly to kiss your cheek.

"Didn't mean any of that," he whispers into your ear, peppering soft kisses to the corner of your jaw, "don't be angry with me."

All you do is roll your eyes and lift your ass up higher into the air by arching your back. Kiba chuckles at the sinful portrayal of truce between you, biting back a groan when he burrows himself so deep inside you that he's kissing your cervix with every thrust.

You're so close that your toes are curling in on themselves. As he picks up his pace again, trying to make it as silent as he can, you're biting into the pillow, squeezing your eyes shut from the euphoria to start overtaking you.

Kiba can feel your walls clenching around him; can feel them spasming and pulsating around his cock as your pretty cunt tries to milk him dry - tries to force the cum right out of him. 

You look fucking beautiful like this; panting and drooling on his pillowcase as you attempt to stay quiet. It just makes him torture you even more. Especially when his fingers find your clit again.

You're clenching around him so hard that it nearly hurts as he strokes, pinches and spoils your sensitivity with his rough touch. He's completely dazzled from how well you're taking him. And as for you: all you can feel is his hand as it covers your mouth again just to be safe the moment before you're finally pushed over the edge.

And then, you're falling. Falling into true, utter bliss that only some good, ferocious pounding can bring.

He fucks you like an animal throughout your entire high, never once stopping in slamming home and torturing that sweet, sensitive spot deep within you - not even as your entire body shakes when you gush milky slick all over his cock and make it drip onto the bed sheet. It spurts and stains your inner-thighs; makes it even easier for him to abuse your cute pussy from how slick it is now.

"Ki-Kiba."

"Holy fuck, cutie," Kiba whispers, caressing your cheek lovingly as he keeps pounding; drilling into you, "you're so hot."

"Kiba!" Naruto shouts in that moment.

"What?!"

"Christ, man... Don't gotta be so grumpy all the time." He sighs, "Did she tell you which friend she was going with?"

Kiba looks down at you again, trying not to pay mind to just how fucking gorgeous you look with your skirt hiked up around your waist and sweat glimmering on your skin as you keep bouncing on top of the mattress everytime he pounds into you. His tongue flicks over the side of your neck as he murmurs, "Sweetheart?"

Your pupils are dilating inside your glazed irises when you look up at him. You're completely dazed from the high you've just experienced. Goddamn, he fucks like other men can only dream about fucking. He's worse than a beast. More insatiable than Greed itself. "Mm, Tenten... Tell him it's Tenten. She'll cover for me."

He grins at the lie before he calls out, "I think it was some chick called Tenten."

Naruto's reply is quick. "Ah, okay! That fits."

"Go away now, stupid!"

"Yeah, yeah! Going away now, you fuckin' grouch!"

You're both silent for a couple of seconds as you wait for Naruto to leave you alone before you finally allow yourself to giggle quietly.

Kiba joins in a moment later, snickering against your shoulder. He rests his forehead upon it and sighs. You can feel the layer of sweat sticking to his skin. He's completely drenched in salt, and so are you. Must be the clothes you were both far too impatient to take off.

"Fuckin' hell," he mutters quietly as you flip onto your back and wrap your legs around his waist with a sheepish grin, "he's always trying to cockblock me when it comes to you, I swear. Even without knowing it."

Your brow quirks in wicked amusement. "Oh? You've tried to hit on me before?"

Colour blooms on his tan face when he looks down at you and leans in to kiss you again. His arms are on both sides of your head as he looms above you. He's so big and bulky that he overtakes you completely. It makes you feel safe, instead of threatened.

There's just something peculiar seeing this completely new, unexplored side of him after knowing him for years. It's thrilling.

"I've wanted to text you and ask you out so many times," he mumbles, unsure if it's the alcohol talking or his heart, "I've been crushin' on you since I was a kid, but, uh... I was Naruto's friend first, ya know...? I didn't wanna make it weird between us."

"I get it, Kib." The tips of your noses are touching before he tilts his head to the side and kisses you again - this time deeply, slowly; sensually. The way he moves now is intimate and it means something deeper than it did before. You're both rocking alongside each other, trying to match each other's pleasantly laggard pace.

"Do you," he mumbles, staring down at you through hooded, heavy eyelids, "get it?"

"Yeah," you sigh, your own eyelids fluttering at the pleasant sensation of being so full, "I've been crushing on you for years, too."

"Ha, knew it."

"Don't laugh, now."

"Okay, okay."

The deep, raspy grunts to leave his mouth mix with your breathless gasps and quiet whimpers. Especially when he lifts your leg and places it on top of his shoulder, so that he can brand your fucking soul with his mark.

You're clawing at his damp t-shirt, trying to gain hold of him as much as you possibly can, so that you can keep him as close as he lets you. 

"You're so fuckin' pretty, y/n."

"You're pretty, too."

"Can't call me handsome?"

"No."

The bashful chuckles to leave both of your mouths fade into silence when you kiss again, tongues tangling into something more gentle and sincere. He's so close to you that all you can breathe in is him. He makes you glow from within yet again; like your heart is being submerged in liquid sunshine.

You've missed him so much. He's been the one for all this time, after all.

"Fuck, that's it."

"Mm, yeah... So good."

"Gonna-... Gonna cum soon."

The headboard of the bed starts to slam against the wall as Kiba picks up his pace, every thrust becoming quick and hard when he at long last allows himself to reach his finish. His brow furrows when your panting mouth latches to his own hungrily, swallowing the groan he lets out as the heat to build up within his lower stomach finally spills right into your goddamn womb in the form of thick, warm ropes of cum that paint your walls entirely white.

His entire body feels like it's on fire. The release is as heavenly as was the build-up.

You follow a fraction of a second later, writhing underneath him in your own high as you cling onto him, leaking a mixture of your own juices of pleasure and his seed. It's messy, and hot, and so fucking overwhelming that you both feel slightly dizzy as you try to breathe in as much air as possible.

You're both soaked in sweat, but he still holds you so tightly that it hurts while you're both losing yourselves in each other, and you don't mind at all that your bones are nearly breaking in half as he keeps whispering sweet praises into your ear; telling you how good it feels, how goddamn proud he is of you.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs as he kisses you again and again, "such a pretty, clever girl."

You're still absolutely dazed, cunt clenching around him in attempt to gather every last drop of his warm cum, head tipped back in complete ecstasy as he's kissing your jaw. 

You can't move. He's fucked you stupid, so it's no wonder that your only, rather brainless, response is:

"Happy birthday, Kiba."

[finelinevogue]

Just watched a video of this baby having a meltdown after seeing his parents wedding picture because he “wasn’t invited” and I am on my knees 🧎‍♀️begging you to please write something about this because it would be the absolute most adorable thing 🥺 you absolutely do not have to though if you don’t want to, just thought it’d be such a cute concept and if anyone could do it justice it’d be you 🥰

-🫶

ahahaha omg this would be sooo cute okay okay;

January 5th 2027

Violent sobs escaped Hazel's chest.

You had been showing her some photo albums, wanting her to see all her past birthday photos. There were loads from when she was one years old, that of course she didn't remember, where she had cried the whole party for literally no reason.

There were a few albums on the shelf which contained photos of you and Harry, rather than photos of Hazel, but she wanted to see them anyways.

You did not expect the activity to end in tears.

"That daddy?" Hazel pointed to Harry, who was dressed in hi 'Fine Line' outfit for the album cover shoots.

"Yes baby, that's daddy."

"I have that outfit." She said, looking up at you for gratification that she had remembered correctly.

"Yes, good job. It was for your 'dress up as your favourite hero' in school day, wasn't it?"

"And daddy is my hero." She nodded and giggled.

You had arranged with Harry Lambert to have her outfit made, without your Harry's knowledge. It had been a surprise on the day when she walked down the stairs in tiny white trousers and a silk pink shirt, along with the pink suspenders and black boots. She looked amazing and Harry couldn't help but cry when he saw his mini-me. He even went and got changed into his own 'Fine Line' outfit so they could have some photos together.

You still have those photos set as your lock and home screen

A few photos showed you and Harry on various dates. There were a couple from a charity ball that you attended.

"You look like a princess, mummy." Hazel commented and it made you pout with admiration.

"Thank you Haze. Do you want to see mummy's wedding dress?" You gasped, thinking that if she loved your ball dress than she'd better love on your wedding dress.

It had been a collaborative dress between Gucci and your mum. Gucci had made the basics of the dress, fitting it to your body perfectly, but your mum had added on all of the delicate lace and decorative flowers herself. It had taken her over 72 hours of labour, but she wouldn't have traded it for the world.

The dress became so hyped that people started requesting similar dresses for their own weddings, which is now how your mum has managed to set up her own business for clothes making. She absolutely loves it. Harry is a huge fan of her work and often goes to her for his formal outfits now, paying her far more than he would have to pay at Gucci just because he loves her work that much.

"You had a wedding?" She furrowed her eyebrows at you and you didn't know where the sudden change of emotion came from.

"Yes, with daddy." You said, flicking further on in the album to get towards the start of your wedding photos. "See, there we are."

You smiled as you looked back at some of the happiest memories in your life. The way you felt on that day was one of the greatest experiences of your life.

Whilst you were smiling you didn't realise your 3-year old had started crying until you felt her body shake beside you. You turned to see her bottom lip was wobbling and she had streams of tears falling from her eyes. Only when you started speaking to her did her wails become more obvious.

"Hey, baby. What's wrong? Are y'hurt?" You asked quickly, scanning over her small body to see if anything was wrong.

When she didn't respond and kept on crying you tried to pull her into your arms, but she refused. She kicked up a fuss and tried to clamber away from you.

"No, mummy! NO!" She shouted and climbed down from the sofa, before running away outside and towards her playhouse.

Harry had been gardening outside and was stunned when he saw his daughter run past crying. She shut the door of her playhouse behind her and Harry quickly stood up from bedding some plants so he could go see her.

Before he opened the door he knocked.

"No!" She screamed again, her body still racking away with sobs.

You had slipped on some old shoes to walk outside, walking over to where Harry was crouched down outside the door. When he heard you coming his head shot around to you and you could see the concern built up within his eyes.

"Did you know she was like this?" Harry asked you, standing up to greet you.

"Yeah. We were just looking through old photo albums and then I showed her our wedding photos and she burst out crying." You said softly, not wanting to speak in a panicked tone in case it made Hazel more upset. Hazel hated knowing she made you upset, but sometimes she couldn't help it.

"It's okay. It's not your fault, y'know that?" Harry double checked with you and for once you knew that it wasn't your fault.

"I know."

"Let's try talk to her again." He took your hand and you both crouched down outside her playhouse again. Harry knocked on the door three times, but there was no answer. He tried again.

"No daddy!" Hazel shouted again.

"Hazel Mae, if you don't open the door for me right now I'm going to come in myself. I just want to know what's making you sad, baby." He sternly told her off, but only because he loved and worried about her so much.

"You're making me sad." She said through a sob.

"Well then come out here so you can tell daddy off and then I'll see how I can apologise. Hmm?" It was like he'd been a dad for fifty years with how wonderful he was with your daughter.

Instead of responding, Hazel opened the door and rubbed her eyes. It was a known fact that she got heavily tired after having a breakdown, just as you did. You both knew though that you had to speak to her about her behaviour before she fell asleep though. Her eyes were puffy and distressed, whilst her lips were still tight in a pout.

"Come here, please." Harry spoke very softly, opening his arms out for her to come to him first.

She walked over to him and used her small arms to best wrap themselves around Harry's body. Harry hummed in delight when she hugged him back, feeling like he was slowly getting through to her. He kissed the side of her head a few times, before pulling her back from their little squeeze.

"Y'gonna hug mummy too?"

"Okay." She nodded and walked to where you were kneeling on the grass. You opened your arms out for her and gave her the sweetest hug, feeling so much better that she was calm in your arms. You hated seeing her cry.

"Kissy?" You asked and pouted your lips for her. Hazel leant in to give your lips a quick kiss, before collapsing her little legs to plant her bum in your lap.

You kissed at the top of her head and stroked your hand up and down her arm to soften her breathing some more. Harry sat down too, making it look like he was firmly planted within the little family meeting.

"Y'gonna tell mummy and I why you were sad?" Harry asked, stroking his thumb over her cheek to grab her attention.

"I wasn't there." She said as if you would automatically know what she meant.

"Where Haze?" Harry asked, but you cut in before she could answer herself.

"Our wedding." You spoke quietly. "Were you sad you couldn't come to our wedding, baby?"

"Yeah." She nodded sadly.

You and Harry looked at each other with a smile, happy to know that this wasn't some other urgent or traumatic matter that you'd deal with together. This was something that you could work around. Harry gave you a knowing nod, telling you that he had this under control if you wanted him to.

"Mini-me, you weren't here when mummy and I got married." Harry told her and that quickly got her attention.

"Where was I?"

You had to turn your chuckle into a cough as you mentally thought about how Harry would answer this one.

"You were still in mummy's tummy."

Close enough, you thought.

"I was in there?" She pointed at your tummy in awe. Every knew thing she learnt was crazily fascinating and you would not be surprised if she turned out to be a child-genius.

"Yes, baby, you were." You held her hand over your stomach, reserving yourself from crying over the thought that once upon a time she was pressing the inside of your stomach, but now she was touching the out. It was still a real pinch-me moment.

"So I guess I was at the wedding."

"Yeah. I guess you were." You smiled, kissing her on her forehead for being so smart.

"Sorry for crying. I just got sad that I wasn't invited."

You and Harry looked at each other again, silently conversing how proud you were of your daughter for apologising without prompt. It just showed what great parents you are.

"Hazel, believe us, if you were around then you definitely would've been invited. Mummy and I just had to have a wedding before we could invite you." Harry explained and you got all teary at how good of a dad he was being.

"Maybe we can have a pretend wedding? In our garden?" You offered and the way that Hazel's face lit up was as if you'd just told her that you next house would be made of sweets.

"Yes! Mummy! Yes please!" She got so excited that she got up off your lap and started to dance around you both. That was until Harry caught her and brought her in for some monster-tickles. Her laugh was second to none and it made you ecstatic thinking about how you'd brought a happy child into the world - even if she was a handful sometimes.

You wouldn't change you smiley family for the world.