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drivers

max verstappen 📝 🧸 ⭐️ 📱

oscar piastri 📝 🧸 ⭐️ 📱

lando norris 📝 🧸 ⭐️ 📱

charles leclerc 📝 🧸 ⭐️ 📱

carlos sainz 📝 🧸 ⭐️ 📱

logan sargeant 📝 🧸 ⭐️ 📱

george russell 📝 🧸 ⭐️ 📱

jack doohan 📝 🧸 ⭐️ 📱

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[iamgonnagetyouback]

hi! congratulations on 2k ivy! i've only recently stumbled into your acc but i'm loving all of your works so far!

you write so good i feel like im actually in it, iykwim!

anyways, if it's okay with you, can i get a 🧸 teddy dust for mattheo or theo with the prompt; "look, i know i probably should have backed off and i apologize." "no, honestly it was kind of hot." "what??" (from the 2nd angst prompt list)

i love your works sm you're amazing! cheers to 2k again!

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SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since you met mattheo, you knew he had a temper. but when some creep at a party gets too close to you, he completely snaps. now you're in his dorm, everyone yelling, but all you can think about is how pretty he looks when he's angry

WARNINGS ಇ. violence, fighting, blood, suggestive tension, possessive!mattheo, mutual pining A/N ಇ. hi love!! ୨ৎ omg first of all, thank you so much for your sweet words, you have no idea how much that means to me ♡ hope you love it, darling—mwah!! ‹𝟹 nav. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀2k celebration. ⠀

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The party had been going fine—better than fine, actually. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and the Slytherin common room was packed with students laughing, dancing, and generally causing trouble. But then, of course, someone had to ruin it.

You’d been trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of some Ravenclaw’s hand lingering too long on your wrist, his body crowding too close as he slurred something about how you were “too pretty to be this stuck-up.”

You were this close to hexing him when someone else stepped in.

More specifically—Mattheo. And more as in swung in.

The shift in the room was immediate. One second, you were glaring up at the guy, and the next, Mattheo was right there, shoving himself between you and the Ravenclaw.

His voice was low, lethal. "Touch her again, and I’ll break your fucking hand."

The guy scoffed, clearly thinking Mattheo was all talk—right up until Mattheo’s fist connected with his jaw.

The impact was loud. Gasps echoed around the room.

"For fuck’s sake, Riddle!" Draco groaned, already marching over.

Draco and Theodore had immediately shoved themselves between Mattheo and the guy before he could do worse. Lorenzo grabbed you by the wrist, tugging you back as Blaise and Pansy tried to calm the situation down. The guy scrambled away, cursing, but Mattheo still lunged after him, only stopped by Theodore gripping his shirt and yanking him back.

"Fucking hell, Riddle," Blaise hissed. "You wanna get expelled?"

"Expelled?" Pansy cut in, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she grabbed your hand. "More like murdered—if Snape finds out, he’s going to skin him alive."

"I’d like to see him try," Mattheo muttered, wiping his knuckles on his shirt.

"Are you dense?" Draco pinched the bridge of his nose. "Do you ever think before you act?"

Mattheo scoffed. "Oh, please. You lot would’ve done the same."

Theodore rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. "Doesn’t mean we’re not going to call you an idiot for it."

Eventually, after much grumbling, the boys dragged Mattheo upstairs to their dorm, with you and Pansy following close behind.

Once inside, the scolding resumed.

"If you break every guy’s nose who flirts with her, you’re going to run out of people to fight," Lorenzo pointed out.

"And fists," Blaise added.

"And brain cells," Theodore muttered.

"Bold of you to assume he has any left," Draco deadpanned.

Mattheo huffed, plopping onto his bed. "Whatever. Worth it."

Pansy shook her head before turning to you. "You okay, love?"

You nodded, offering a small smile. "I would’ve handled it, but..."

"But he had to go full knight-in-bloody-armor," Draco finished, rolling his eyes.

Blaise smirked. "Our resident guard dog."

Mattheo flipped him off. "Shut up."

Eventually, after much scolding (mostly from Pansy and Lorenzo), everyone trickled out, leaving you alone with Mattheo.

You exhaled, arms crossed as you leaned against the wall.

"Look, I know I probably should have backed off, and I apologize."

You let out a breathy laugh. "No, honestly, it was kind of hot."

Mattheo blinked. "What??"

You smirked, watching realization dawn on his face as he tilted his head at you, eyes darkening with mischief. "Ohhh. So you like watching me throw punches, huh? That’s a bit concerning, love."

You shoved his shoulder. "Shut up."

"No, no, this is good information. Noted." His grin was all teeth, but there was something softer in the way he looked at you now.

The air between you shifted. You could still see the adrenaline buzzing under his skin, the way his jaw flexed slightly, his lips still slightly parted like he had more he wanted to say.

So you decided to shut him up another way.

You grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down into a kiss. His hands immediately found your waist, fingers pressing into your skin as he responded instantly, tilting his head and deepening it like he’d been waiting for this.

When you finally pulled away, Mattheo was grinning like an idiot. "So, just to clarify—if I get into more fights, do I get more kisses?"

You rolled your eyes. "Try it and find out."

"Merlin, I love a challenge."

And just like that, Mattheo Riddle was absolutely, hopelessly gone for you.

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[lightsoutletsgo]

the one where ollie lives alone (cl.16 x bearman!reader)

pairing: mainly ollie bearman x oldersister!reader for this part but there's a plenty of charles leclerc x bearman!reader here and there!

word count: 4.2k

warnings: a whole lot of stupidity mentions of death, seemingly angsty in some parts (you'll see what I mean) this might be one of my favourite parts I've written for any series ever 😭 it's so dumb but so funny (according to the people who proofread for me!) as always let me know what you think! your comments are always appreciated. happy reading! mimi 🤍

taglist: @arieslost @iamapersonwholikesunicorns

“Jesus Y/N, what the hell is in here?” Ollie wheezed as he staggered past you, arms straining under the weight of the box he was carrying. You rolled your eyes, “You’re so dramatic Ols, it’s literally just makeup.” 

“Is that the last box ma belle?” You turned and saw Charles in the doorway, staring at you fondly. “Mhmm! Everything else is in the van.” You held your arms out to him and he crossed the room, pulling you in by your waist and kissing you softly, “I can’t believe you’re finally coming home with me…” You smiled, looping your arms round his neck, “Me either,” He booped your nose with his own, a loud cough making the two of you jump apart as Ollie leaned against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised, “Are you two done being gross?” “Shut up dummy.” You punched his arm as you walked past him towards the front door. You inhaled deeply, it felt strange but exciting to be moving out and into Charles’ apartment. 

Behind you, Charles watched Ollie stare at you, looking like he wanted to say something. He quietly padded up behind the younger driver and nudged his arm,  “Are you going to miss her?” Ollie was startled but quickly scoffed, “Hmm? No way!” Charles gave him a pointed look, “I get the whole place to myself! I can’t wait!” Charles gave him a smile and punched his arm gently, “We’re only ten minutes away if you need us.” Ollie laughed, “Thanks but I can manage!” 

♯ incident 1 - the dishwasher ⊹.∿  As it turned out, Ollie could in fact, not manage. Mere hours after you’d left him, you found yourself sprinting back up the stairs, cursing the old apartment building for still not having an elevator. You reached the floor of your old apartment and checked the door to see if it was open, turning the handle and entering you called out, “Ollie? I got your text!” You poked your head into each room as you went, searching for him, “What’s the emer…gen…cy…” You trailed off as you reached the kitchen, Ollie staring up at you with wide eyes, crouching next to the dishwasher that was… pouring out soapy bubbles? “Ollie!” “I think I made a mistake.” He said dryly, suspiciously poking some of the bubbly foam next to his shoulder, “Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” You said sarcastically, thinking of a solution, “You put dish soap in didn’t you?” He nodded sheepishly, “There were no dishwasher tablets left so I just… thought on my feet?” You facepalmed and sighed, “Okay well, we need to- DON’T OPEN IT!”

You looked on in horror as Ollie pulled open the door and a torrent of soapy warm foam spilled out and all over the kitchen floor, creeping further into the centre of the room, was it… growing? You looked over at your brother to see him staring back at you with comically wide eyes. “So that’s why we don’t do that.” You said, face deadpan. Ollie giggled nervously, “Oops?” A snort from behind you had you turning round to see Charles filming the whole thing, “Oh some help you are babe.” Charles coughed to cover up his laughter as he put his phone away and entered the foamy bubbly monstrosity that was now the kitchen. “Somewhere under here there’s a bucket and mop.” “Ollie?” “Yeah?” “You’re going in.” 

♯ incident 2 - french toast ⊹.∿ A few days had passed since the dishwasher incident and you dozed in Charles’ arms, enjoying the lazy Sunday morning sun slipping through the bedroom curtains. The previous night’s activities had left you a little worn out and with no plans for the day, you had wordlessly agreed that a cosy day in bed was just what you needed. A shrill sound pierced the air and jolted both you and Charles awake. You scrambled to find your phone, as Charles groaned, hands rubbing his face as your hand came up to feel how quickly your heart was pounding. You glanced at the screen as your hand met your phone and you scowled, Charles rubbing your back and doing his best not to laugh as he saw who was calling you,  “Ollie Bearman, you better have a damn good reason for calling me this early on a Sunday morning.” There was a pause, “It’s eleven o’clock?-” “That’s not the point!” You sighed, “What do you need?” “Well, you see… I have a question.” “Go ahead,” “So I was making french toast right? And I followed the recipe exactly as you wrote it out! Right amount of eggs, milk and sugar.” “So what’s the issue?” Ollie sighed, “It won’t cook but it smells a bit smokey…” You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Then turn it down?” “I don’t know how!” “Turn the hob dial down dummy!” Ollie went silent for a second, “Did you say hob dial?” Alarm bells started ringing in your head, “Why would I adjust the hob when I’m using the toaster.” You froze for a moment before pulling your phone away from your ear and putting it on speaker, unable to believe what you were hearing, “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” Charles gave you a concerned look, sitting even closer to you and wrapping one arm around you while the other rubbed your knee comfortingly 

“I said, I’m using the toaster.” You stared at your phone, mouth slightly agape, “You’re making french toast in the toaster?” “Correct.” Charles snorted and choked back a huge guffaw of laughter as the hand he’d placed on your knee came up to cover his mouth, his face turning pink with how hard he was laughing, “Ollie! French toast isn’t made in the toaster!” “It’s called french toast!” You pressed the video button and changed the call to facetime. Your brother stared back at you, looking rather dishevelled, “That’s a rather deceiving name if you ask me!” You groaned, facepalming, “You make it in a frying pan” Charles was no help next to you as he wheezed silently, grabbing his own phone to record the conversation for later use and hilarity. “Well how was I supposed to know that?!” Ollie was indignant as he pleaded with you through the screen, “OLLIE! You’ve watched me make it hundreds of times!” He pouted through the screen letting out a little ‘hmmph’ “Well if you hadn’t abandoned me, we wouldn’t have this issue would we!” You rolled your eyes, “For the last time, I did not abandon you! I live a 10 minute walk away!” 

You sighed before laughing at your brother lovingly, “Alright then silly, head over for lunch and I’ll show you how to make french toast the proper way.” Charles snorted once more and you both burst into giggles as your brother scowled at you, “Stop laughing at me!” Ollie whined, you caught your breath and wiped your eyes, heart warm at the silly moment you knew would turn into a fond memory, “Uhhhh Y/N?” You looked back at the screen to where Ollie was turning the camera round to show you a sparking, smoking toaster, “I don’t think it should be doing that…” You cursed as Charles scrambled out of bed, pulling mismatching socks on as you grabbed a hoodie, “Change of plans Ols, we’re on our way!” 

♯ incident 3 - Gerald ⊹.∿ Things were peaceful for a couple of days after the french toast debacle - something you were more than thankful for, wrapped up in your perfect little bubble with Charles. Of course you continued to text Ollie, but there had been no major crisis that required your immediate attention. Until there was. 

It had been one of those long lazy days spent at home, until Charles had announced he was taking you to dinner and told you to get all dressed up. You’d slipped on one of his favourite numbers and he’d shown his appreciation more than once, sliding his hands round your hips and squeezing while you waited to be seated, pulling your chair out for you to sit down and sliding his hands down your arms once you were seated, moving his chair round the table to sit closer to you so he could place a slow smooch against your neck. You hummed happily as he fed you a mouthful of his dish, “I knew you’d like it!” You smiled at him, “I like most things you suggest…” He bit his lip as his eyes darkened slightly, “Is that so?” You nodded, eyelashes fluttering as your lids close, “What if I suggested something a little… more intimate?” You giggled, picking up your wine glass to take a sip and hide your face, too shy to keep the eye contact, “I wouldn’t mi-” Your phone blaring cut you off and you gasped, rushing to put your glass down as other customers in the restaurant glared at you, Charles chuckling quietly next to you, his hand resting on your thigh and rubbing soothingly. 

“Ollie I swear to go-” “He’s dead.” You heard your little brother sniffle and adrenaline kicked in, “Ollie, who’s dead?” You kept your voice as calm and quiet as possible, you heard him sniffle once more before a sob left his mouth. That was all you needed to hear before you were grabbing your clutch and nodding towards the door. Charles tilted his head and you mouthed your brother’s name. He nodded understandingly and rushed to pay the bill before you were both scurrying back to his car. As soon as you were buckled in you put your phone on speaker, “Ollie… Honey… what happened?” Charles also looked panicked as he heard Ollie’s choked sob, “He was fine and then he just… wasn’t.” “Who Ollie, who’s not fine?” You pleaded, “Ge-” You cursed as the call cut out, “It’s okay ma belle, his phone probably just died, we’re almost there okay?” You nodded, hands nervously twisting and wringing together in your lap. Charles eyes darted to your hands for a second before looking back at the road, one hand leaving the steering wheel to gently hold your hand in his. You looked at him and squeezed, a wordless thank you. 

As soon as Charles pulled up, you were racing out of the car, slipping your heels off and carrying them in your hand as you sprinted barefoot up the stairs of the apartment building. You reached the door and rang the bell, knocked, called his name, anything you could think of to attract his attention. The door opened slowly and it wasn’t Ollie that appeared but Arthuer Leclerc, looking ever so sombre, “Arthur?” Your eyes were panicked as you looked him over for any injuries or obvious isses. He simply held his hand out to indicate to you to enter and you slowly stepped through the door, “Where’s Ollie?” Arthur nodded, head down towards the ground and the panic rose in your chest again, “He’s in the living room, saying his goodbyes.” “Goodbyes to who?” You paced down the hallway and burst into the living room, your jaw dropping at the sight you saw.

Ollie stood in front of the coffee table that was lit with candles, dressed in a suit and your brain suddenly registered that Arthur had been dressed the same way. You were even more concerned when you saw Arthur’s girlfriend fully dressed in black,  standing next to Ollie with a comforting hand on his shoulder. You approached him slowly, arms opening and your expression softening as he turned to you with a red splotchy nose and red-rimmed eyes, he fell into your arms and you patted his back, gently shushing him, “What happened, Ols?” “He’s gone.” Ollie croaked out, “Who’s gone honey?” Your voice was gentle as you stroked his hair, the same way you did when he was younger and couldn’t sleep, “Gerald.” “Oh.” You said softly, “Was he a friend?” Ollie nodded and you held back a wince as he rubbed his snotty nose onto your shoulder, knowing he needed you, “He was such a good friend.” You led him over to the couch and sat down, his head falling onto your shoulder as you continued to play with his hair. 

You were aware of Charles appearing in the doorway and you gave him a brief smile, before turning your attention back to Ollie, “Would I know this friend?” Ollie nodded, his sobs quieting to sniffles, “You were his friend before I was.” Your stomach dropped as you frantically thought of who Ollie could possibly be referring to, feeling guilty that your mind was blank, “The funeral was lovely.” Arthur’s girlfriend nodded solemnly, a hand over her heart as the other hand came up to dab her eyes with a tissue, “The funeral has already happened?” You were confused as Arthur nodded, “Just before you got here.” Your eyes shot to Charles who was just as concerned and confused as you, “Wait, the funeral was here?” Ollie scoffed, “Well where else would it have been?” “Wait Ollie,” You held his face in front of yours, “Why was the funeral in your apartment?” “He wanted to be remembered in the place he was most happy…” Ollie sighed wistfully, his head turning to look at the coffee table once more. 

You squinted, focusing on a shape amidst the flickering candles and once more your mouth gaped as you stood up and stormed over to the other side of the room. “Ollie. Bearman.” You gritted your teeth, “Don’t tell me that this was all about a fucking cactus?” “Succulent!” Ollie snapped at you, wiping away a tear from under his eye, “He was a succulent,” He whispered as he looked down at the floor. Charles broke first, snorting in the doorway and you watched as he did his best to choke down his laughter, coughing and shaking his head, you watched as he excused himself from the room for a moment to force a solemn expression back onto his face. He returned but you could see the laughter threatening to bubble over as he took in the sight before him. Ollie, his younger brother and his younger brother’s girlfriend all dressed in black and in mourning for a succulent that sat sadly on the coffee table and looked like it had been watered a little too much.

“I’m glad you got here,” Arthur spoke up suddenly, “Oh goodie, do tell me why.” Your tone was sarcastic. “We’re about to do the funeral exit.” Charles was holding in his laughter so much that he now had tears streaming down his face and Arthur patted his back with a ‘there, there’ and handed him a tissue. “Arthur’s girlfriend has agreed to sing the exit song and we’re so thankful she has.” “Who is we Ollie?” You brow furrowed as you looked around the living room,  “I-I…” You sighed. “Go ahead.” You all stood still, heads to the floor as Arthur’s girlfriend launched into a rendition of ‘Memory’ from Cats, “Miiiiiiidniiiiiight, not a sound from the paaaaavemeeeent.” Charles quietly crossed the room to stand next to you, nudging you gently with his shoulder, “Interesting date night hmm?” You growled, “Don’t you dare encourage him.” Ollie approached you,  “Do you want to say your final goodbyes?” “Ollie, why would I care about a succulent?” He gasped, “It’s Gerald!” “Yes Ollie so you said, but why would I care that it’s name is Gerald?” Ollie shook his head, “Don’t even recognise your own friend…” Arthur tutted and even his girlfriend gave you a disapproving look as she continued wailing in the background, you mentally made a note to apologise to the neighbours the next time you were here during normal sociable hours. 

You rolled your eyes at your younger brother and stepped forward to ‘pay your respects’ to the succulent. Your eyes narrowed, “Oliver. James. Bearman. That’s MY fucking succulent!” “It was nice of you to wear black.” He continued, nodding towards your dress and Charles blazer and pants, ignoring your exclamation. “We were on a date!” You screeched, Charles once again powerless to help in any way, instead just collapsing with laughter. You growled as you lunged for your brother, “Ollie, I swear there will be a funeral tonight.” You hissed, “Yours!”

♯ incident 4 - spiderman ⊹.∿ After everyone had said their goodbyes to Gerald, he had been unceremoniously dumped into the rubbish bin and that had been the end of it. Ollie had promised to buy you a new succulent and had learned that they did not, in fact, require watering every day, and you now forever had ‘Memory’ stuck in your head. Once more, peace had been restored but you doubted it would last much longer. 

Your theory was proved correct when a few days later, your phone rang. An unknown number. You ignored it at first, all too aware of strange reporters and crazy fans who would do anything to get closer to Charles. You simply went back to reading your book, until your phone rang again. It was an unknown number still and you grumbled, rolling your eyes and answering quite snappily, “Yes? Hello?” The voice on the other end of the line seemed almost taken aback, “Umm excuse me is this Y/N Bearman?” You sighed, “Yes it is, no I won’t give you a quote and yes Charles is great in bed, goodbye!-” “No wait please! I’m from downstairs! You live in 10B yes?” You stopped as your finger hovered over the end call button and brought the phone back up to your ear, “Uhhhh I used to, yes, can I ask why?” “Oh, well there’s a man trying to climb onto your balcony and I was concerned that’s all.” Your stomach flipped, your mind rushing to thoughts of someone breaking in when your little brother was home alone, “I’ll come over now! My younger brother still lives there.” You raced to grab your keys and jumped into your car, deciding to get there as soon as possible rather than walk. Who was stupid enough to break in in broad daylight? You briefly considered calling the police but you were sure the idiot would be gone by the time you got there. Your car pulled up and you craned your neck to look up at the balcony of your old apartment. Your eyes widened and you gasped as you spotted that there was indeed a man hanging off of your balcony, “Holy shit,” You mumbled, scrabbling to open the door and race towards the apartment complex. The closer you got you squinted as you realised the hoodie looked ever so familiar. “Ollie?!” You yelled up and shrieked as your brother looked down at you, giggling nervously as his feet kicked back and forth as he desperately searched for a footing, “What the fuck are you doing?” “Uhhh I can explain!” He yelled back to you, “H-hold on, I’m on my way up!” You hurried up the stairs, once more cursing the lack of elevator as you finally reached your floor, unlocking the door and rushing through the apartment to french doors out onto the balcony. 

“What the fuck were you thinking?” You screeched, leaning over the balcony and diving to grab him and pull him up, “Ollie that’s so fucking dangerous!” “Look!” You heard a kid shout from the street below, “It’s Spiderman!” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "He wishes!" You paused for a moment to yell back, before resuming hauling your brother over the apartment balcony. “How did you even get up here? Why are you up here?” Ollie chuckled, panting slightly as he finally threw one leg over the ledge, “Funny story actually…” You raised an eyebrow, “Well please share,” “I forgot my key…” “I-” In your shock you almost let go of him and his scream attracted the attention of yet more passers by below, laughing and pointing at the odd sight they were witnessing. You smiled down awkwardly before turning back to Ollie once more, “Why didn’t you call me?” Ollie whined as you began to tell him off, “Because I didn’t want you to find out…” “Oh so this was a better idea- Ah!” You squeaked as Ollie tumbled over the ledge and onto the balcony. Landing on your stomach in a tangle of limbs, “Your foot is up my butt!” “Yeah well it wouldn’t be if you hadn’t been being stupid! Anyway, get your elbow out of my eye!” “Oh I’m sorry, I was making sure I wasn’t about to fall to my death!” You shoved Ollie off of you and led there on your back, panting, Ollie much the same,

“For the record, you are the shittiest spiderman there is.” “Thanks, that’s really boosting my confidence.” “Glad I could help.” 

♯ the resolution ⊹.∿ “We need more protection.” You announced loudly, stepping into the kitchen “Excuse me?!” Charles choked on his protein shake, cheeks turning pink and you heard Max snort on the phone, “God, no! You pervs… I meant like, we need protection from Ollie and his dumbass incidents.” Max cackled, “Charles has sent me the videos, I was dying at the dishwasher incident.” You groaned, crossing the room to stand next to Charles who sat at the breakfast bar. He grinned as you rolled your eyes at Max who you could now see was on facetime.  “Yeah, well I’m turning grey way sooner than I should!” You joked. You chatted with Max a little longer before Charles signed off with the promise of joining him to game later. 

You sighed, leaning against Charles’ side,  “What’s wrong ma belle?” You took another breath and paused, “I’m just… worried about Ollie…” Charles put his arm around you and rubbed your back soothingly, “What has you so worried mon amour?” His expression was warm and you knew he wasn’t angry with you, rather genuinely curious, “I just feel like… maybe he isn’t ready to live on his own yet?” Charles nodded at you and you took that as a signal to continue, “I mean, he’s always had me there to help him and I know someday he’s gonna have to get used to me not being there but I just feel like right now…” You trailed off with a sigh, “He still needs you.” Charles finished and you gave him a grateful smile and nodded. “But, I don’t wanna leave you. I love living with you and having you around and I love just... living life with you. Am I selfish for not wanting to give that up?” You bit your lip, moving away from Charles to pace the kitchen floor. Charles shook his head with a fond smile, 

“Ma belle… You’re not selfish for wanting to do something for yourself and I’m proud of you for wanting to pursue that, especially since it’s me you want,” he slid his arms around you as you stepped next to him and dragged you backwards to him, making you giggle, “but I also know that you want to be there for family and I can understand that, you guys are close, the same way that me and Thur are, probably even closer.” You hummed, leaning back against him, “Thank you for being so understanding.” You sighed, “Now I just need to work out how to fix it…” Charles smiled and turned you round in his arms, nudging your nose with his, “Well… we have a spare room?” 

Which is how you found yourself hauling boxes upstairs a week later, “Jesus Ollie, what the hell is in here?” You wheezed out and Ollie simply smiled at you, patting you on the head as he walked past you, arms empty, “You’re so dramatic Y/N, it’s literally just a few bits.” You poked your tongue out at him as he mimicked your words from just a couple of months ago. “Is that it mate?” Charles head appeared from behind the apartment door and Ollie nodded, as you finally conquered the stairs and planted the box down on the hallway floor. “Now let’s go over the rules one more time Ols.” He sighed, “Fine…” “Rule one?” You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow, “No dish soap in the dishwasher…” He grumbled, Charles chuckled, “Rule two?” “No cooking without supervision.” Ollie recited as you nodded, “Don’t worry, that rule applies to Charles too.” “Huh?!” “Shush baby, rule three?” You turned back to Ollie, “No watering the succulents unless instructed, no matter how sorry I feel for them.” You nodded, “I am not having a repeat of Gerald and the… funeral.” You shuddered, as Charles snorted before asking, “Rule four?” “Always call one of you two if I forget my keys…” “And?” You raised an eyebrow, “No climbing balconies under any circumstances.”  You clapped your hands together and smiled, “Good! Well I can’t think of anything else, can you?”

You turned to Charles who shook his head and Ollie who just shrugged, “In that case, let’s go! Pizza for dinner sound good?” The three of you walked into the apartment and the door to the hallway swung shut, your arguments about pizza toppings muffled through the door, but the happiness and love you felt for each other not dulled in the slightest.

[etclouie]

"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me."

With Rick grimes 🧎🏼‍♀️ congrats on 1k lovely!

˚୨୧⋆｡ — title; look at me (rick grimes x fem!reader)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — prompt/s; "Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." — from "𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩…" 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨 

˚୨୧⋆｡ — warnings; established relationship, smut—oral (f receiving) minors do not interact!!!, allusions to sex, that’s it tho i think (455 words)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — a/n; thank you olive!!

— celebrate 1k with me?

Rick was settled between yours legs, both hands keeping your legs spread. 

he nipped at the inside of your right thigh, causing a whine to fall from your lips before he dove in again. 

his chin was already slick from the previous two orgasms he’d pulled from you, this would be the third and you knew he wouldn’t give up until you were thoroughly satisfied and sated. 

“Rick—“

you whined, fisting his curls as his tongue swirled around your clit. 

his eyes stayed focused on your face as you writhed in pleasure, your back was arched off the bed and your hips rocked towards him. 

you were watching him through hooded eyes, his tongue lapping up your slick before he groaned into your cunt. 

“please..”

you moaned out to him, one of his hands lifting from your thighs to push a finger into you. 

your fingers fisted tighter in his hair, your head falling back onto the pillows while you moaned. 

he crooked his finger, grumbling against your core. 

“look at me”

he added a second finger, crooking both fingers to hit that one spot that had you moaning breathlessly. 

you lifted your head, which felt too heavy to hold up. looking at him through hooded eyes, he smirked up at you as he flicked his tongue against your clit again. 

the pleasure thrumming through your body had heat filling you, the coil beginning to tighten in your belly. 

your legs tightened around his head, your eyes squeezing shut at the pleasure before he stopped. 

“don’t close your eyes, baby. look at me."

he told against your cunt, sucking on your clit until you met his eyes again. he smirked, letting go of it as he began to move his fingers again. 

he held your gaze, making sure you watched him as he brought you over the edge. 

you watched through hooded eyes, struggling to keep your gaze on him but forcing your eyes to stay on him as your walls fluttered around his fingers. 

“Rick i’m there—“

you mewled, hips lifting off of the bed but he followed after you. continuing to flick his tongue against your clit and crook his fingers—once, twice, three more times until you toppled over the edge. 

he smirked into your core, lapping up your release as he pulled his fingers out of you. he groaned at the taste of you, pressing a kiss to your inner thighs before kissing up your body to your lips. 

you moaned tasting yourself on his tongue before he whispered against your lips. 

“always taste so good”

he kissed you again, nipping at your bottom lip while his hands pulled your legs around his hips. 

“but i’m not done with you yet”

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[sunskisser]

hi!! so for your Christmas sleepover (which is so cute btw) can i do 🧸 with Remus and the prompt 'just tell me!'

thank you for the request, angel! here’s your teddy bear :) 🧸

cookies | r.l.

— “Just tell me!”

remus lupin x reader

summary: remus tries to surprise you for christmas, and fails

tw: fluff fluff fluff <3, remus is boyfriend material. actually remus is boyfriend.

You let out a soft groan, flopping onto your side as another thud resonates from downstairs. Your mind feels muddled with sleep. You instinctively reach for your boyfriend, arm outstretched as you pat down the mattress beside you. There’s nothing to your touch but empty space.

Remus’ absence adds to your sleep-addled confusion. There’s one more loud bang from somewhere in the house, jolting you awake. You roll onto your back, grunting as you sluggishly pull yourself up into a sitting position.

You crack your eyes open to the darkness of your room, trying to rub the sleep out of them. The blanket you were cozied up in pools at your waist, chilly air immediately stinging your skin as though it had been waiting to strike.

Metallic, clanging noises continue to reverberate off the walls. You think you hear some silent cursing too.

Sighing irritably, you drag your blanket off the bed with you, pulling it over your shoulders as you stumble out the room. The night before Christmas and you still couldn’t get uninterrupted sleep — you thought Santa might have been nicer to you.

You tiptoe down the stairs, remembering the faulty heater in your living room; tug the blanket tighter around yourself. The festive green garland twined around the staircase railing looked silver-streaked, reflecting the soft light from the kitchen.

You peer around the corner, blanket trailing behind you like a cape as you inch closer towards the kitchen. You involuntarily grimace as a strong stench wafts your way. It had hints of smoke, as though barbecued. Maybe even burnt.

You’re too drowsy to panic about the house burning down, but awake enough for your heartbeat to start picking up the pace.

Sneaking your hand out from under the cocoon of blankets, you curl your fingers around the cold metal of the knob. You’re beaten to it by the person on the other side of the door.

It’s the curls which you catch sight of first, followed by his lovely brown eyes peeking out — then widening, from behind the door.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Remus mutters as he quickly steps out, casting backward glances as though someone in the kitchen was holding a gun to his head. “What are you doing up?”

He hurriedly closes it before fully turning to you, instantly softening at how endearing you looked. Sometimes, he wonders how he got so lucky, and you chide him till he admits that he deserves you. Right now, he could see how close you were to falling asleep right then and there — too close to berate him, close enough to look like an angel worth falling in love with all over again.

“I could ask you the same —“

Remus cuts you off mid-sentence, stepping forward to cup your cheeks and kiss you. You indulge him. He smells nice, you note. Like chocolate and peppermint.

He pulls away but doesn’t let go, sliding his hands around the back of your neck to rub comfortingly at the nape.

“So,” you start again, already visibly much happier and awake, “why are you not in bed?”

He sighs and shrugs, trying, but failing, to look nonchalant. Something in his heart tightens as you tug the ends of your blanket closer to each other. He presses a kiss to your blanket-laden shoulder, smitten. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“And you decided to come down to the kitchen to do… what, exactly?”

“Oh, nothing much,” he shrugs again. “You know, just cleaning up a little bit.”

You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “You needed to wear an apron for that?”

“Oh, um — well,” he looks down at his apron, chuckling sheepishly as he looks back up at you. “I mean, yeah. You know how much I hate the dust and stuff getting on me.”

“Right, right,” you mutter, squinting as you step closer and rake your eyes over him. Ah ha. There’s flour dusted on the top of his shoulder, and you’re quick to swipe some of it onto your finger. “This is said dust, huh?”

He looks down at your finger, struggling to keep a straight face upon seeing the white powder. “Mhm.”

“Liar!”

“I’m not lying, I swear,” he grins upon seeing your frown, leaning forward to give your nose a peck.

You swat him away. “Yes, you are. Tell me what you’re up to.”

“I’m not up to anything, pretty girl,” he mutters as he moves up to kiss the soft spot under your eye.

You try to back up, but he takes your wrist and pulls you closer. At this point, you’re fighting to keep the smile off your face. “Just tell me!”

Remus chuckles. Like the flirt he is, opts to avoid the question and capture your lips in a kiss instead. You involuntarily lean in.

“If you’re trying to distract me,” you mutter in between kisses, “it’s not working.” You feel his smile on your lips.

He pulls away slightly to rest his forehead against yours, hands going up to thumb at your cheeks. “You really wanna know?”

You decide to change tactics, putting on your best puppy eyes and pout as you look up at him. You nod, and Remus’ heart melts in record time.

“Okay, well,” he sighs. “You know those choco chip and peppermint cookies you really like?” He lets go of you to push the door open. “Since tomorrow’s Christmas, I was trying to, you know… bake them for you.”

You feel your heart soften at his words, beaming up at him as you enter the kitchen. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he smiles bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. “But um…” he gestures at the state of the kitchen.

You turn away from him to look around, your exhale coming out on a giggle. The place was a mess. A few batches of burnt cookies on the counter, flour here and there, broken egg shells scattered all over the floor. You can’t wipe the smile off your face. “You did this for me.”

He laughs quietly. “Mess the kitchen up? Sure, I —“

“Fuck the mess, Rem. We’ll deal with that later,” you grin, lovestruck. Suddenly it feels like the first time you're meeting Remus, and you're falling in love with his softness all over again.

“You're such a sweetheart. Thank you," you gush, leaning over to peck his cheek. He smiles like the mess was all worth it for a kiss.

“Well, I tried.”

“And you tried spectacularly,” you smile encouragingly as you go over to inspect the burnt batch. “They’re actually not that bad, just a little burnt is all.”

“You’re an awful liar, do you know that?” Remus huffs as he comes to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

You giggle. “Better than you anyway,” you tilt your face to nuzzle his nose. “Why don’t we clean this up, and tomorrow we can bake the cookies together? I’ll even let you tell James you made them yourself so he feels jealous.”

He laughs and rubs your hips adoringly. “Sure thing, dove. Just let me obliviate you tomorrow, so I can surprise you too.”

“That is not happening!”

Remus assures you that he was not going to wipe your memory. You shrug your blanket off, and the two of you get to cleaning the kitchen in between kisses, laughter, and handfuls of flour hurled at each other. It was the perfect start to Christmas.

san’s christmas sleepover

[hyuneskkami]

hi hi hi can i please get a percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite reader?? basically she’s all about the love part of Aphrodite and she’s talking about it constantly and he’s her friend and kinda realises like oh wait i’m in love w her

does that make sense?? also can i get a moodboard w it?? <33

thank you and ily!

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ BROOKLYN BABY .ᐟ

⤷ percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . y/n constantly yaps about the idea of love to her best friend, percy, and he realises he has feelings for her. (annie’s y/n’s close friend too! i’m too nice to make her an angry b </3) also!! y/n has brown eyes solely bc brown eyes are pretty asf and not talked about enough <3 + ft. best friends to lovers, minor gods dissing (like one time), y/n reading the cruel prince (not directly mentioned), percy having an ‘uh oh, i’m in love’ moment, and a book bouquet. p.s. moodboard at the end!

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name | n/n: nickname

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 1.4k

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . hdkwjdkw 1/8 asks complete lmao. this req was so cute!! I love reading the ‘moment of realisation’ dialogues in books, but it was especially fun to write it for the first time. it was a little weird to write only bc i’m a cabin 3 kid irl but it’s okay 😭 for the sake of a fluffy fic, I powered through, guys <3

2 years ago . . .

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

“some kid killed a minotaur!” a hermes cabin demigod yelled from near the dining pavilion. glancing up from our glasses of soda, annabeth and I turned towards the voice. “he’s a new one!”

we looked at each other, wondering which god couldn’t keep it in their pants again.

suddenly, a few apollo kids ran out from the infirmary towards the arch near thalia’s tree.

“the new kid’s probably clumsy,” annabeth said.

“he killed a minotaur,” I shot back.

“hey, you can be dumb and strong at the same time.”

“uh huh. whose child do you think he is? I bet it’s one of the big three.” I said.

“no way, they have a pact, remember-”

“do you really think they actually follow that, annie?” I snickered at her.

in a while, an unconscious boy about their age was carried into the infirmary. I only caught sight of his black hair, and dishevelled and bloody look. I decided to visit him the next day to check up on his condition.

the rest of the day was spent reading in my cabin, while my sisters tried new makeup products on our brother, which was quite funny, really.

throughout the next week, I left the warmth of my bed to visit the new kid—percy jackson—in the infirmary. he had begun to regain consciousness.

“who are you?” he asked, sharply inhaling a breath.

“oh, hey,” I smiled at him. “i’m y/n y/l/n. daughter of aphrodite.”

“right. daughter of aphrodite. a goddess,” he repeated slowly.

I realised that no one had explained about camp half-blood to him yet, and took that job upon myself after calling out for will and letting him know that his patient was awake.

“so, there’s gods and goddesses. and monsters. and everything in the greek myths you were taught? they’re all real. at camp half-blood, we’re all demigods—the children of a god or goddess and a mortal.” I continued to explain to him how the demigod world worked, remembering to talk about the mist, the gods, the cabins, and everything else.

I expected him to not believe me, and call me names (like the other new campers) for lying, but he took it like a champ. he nodded at me, sitting up properly, and asked for something so his arm would stop paining. I immediately got will to help him.

the next week, when I was out by the beach, reading my romance novel about a mortal girl and a faerie prince falling in love after being enemies, I heard sand shifting around behind me.

“who-” I turned around.

“hey, y/n, right?” percy asked, walking closer.

“ah, you remember,” I said, a smile growing on my face.

“well, yeah. you’re really just the only person who has spoken to me normally… and not like I was some intimidating and scary… thing,” he said, running his hands through his already dishevelled hair.

“come, sit down.” I patted the sand beside me. he took his place there, sitting down with his legs criss-crossed.

“what are you reading?” he asked.

I explained to him the plot, setting, characters, and everything about the book I was reading for the next few hours.

we sat there till dusk, watching the sun set into pretty hues of pink, purple, and orange.

“it’s so pretty, isn’t it?” I asked.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

“yeah, it is.” I replied to her, eyes fixed on her side profile.

wow. she’s so beautiful.

timeskip: present

“perce!” y/n called loudly, running towards me.

“heyyyy! n/n, you’re back! how was the quest? did you get hurt or anything?” I asked, hugging her, and then moving back to scan her for injuries.

“i’m fine, perce, all good. I got will to check me out and he cleared me,” she said, grinning. her face was swiped with dirt and grime, but she still looked like she was an ethereal princess who walked out of one of her books. “what? have I got a lot of dirt on my face?”

“nah, you’re cool. ‘s pretty.” I said, and she laughed—my favourite sound in the entire world. “and anyway, you need to change out of these clothes and meet me outside your cabin. I have something for you.”

“what is it?”

“that’s a surprise-”

“I hate surprises.”

“you’ll like this one,” I winked at her, as she laughed again.

timeskip

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

I changed into casual loose sweatpants and a shirt since it was summer.

ah, summer. one of most romantic seasons ever. the breeze whipping around a girl’s hair, as a boy runs towards her with flowers. the sunlight falling onto their faces as they share a kiss. watching the sun set in pretty shades everyday with each other. that was summer.

everything about it reminded me of percy. watching sunsets, seeing the sunlight fall on his face after he gets out of the water. the flowers, now dry, that he gifted me for every special occasion.

it was hard to admit that I liked him more than I would like any friend. i’d never picked up any hints from him, that might’ve signalled that he liked me, no matter how many of my siblings told me he did.

all friends hold hands, right? and all good friends wish each other a good morning and good night everyday. what was so special? the flowers?

“hey, n/n!” percy’s voice dragged me out of my thoughts. he was dressed in loose shorts and a hawaii button up, and my gods, he looked so gorgeous.

“perce! at least tell me where we’re going now,” I groaned.

“nuh-uh. a surprise is a surprise.” he brought out a blindfold and handed it to me. I raised my eyebrow at him. “put it on. i’ll take you there.”

“I swear to gods, if this turns out to be a prank-”

“shh, it won’t. now put it on,” he promised.

I walked closer to him and put on the blindfold, and he turned me around a few times to make sure I wouldn’t figure out where we’re going. I scoffed at his childish actions.

as he was standing behind me, I felt his warmth on my back. he took my arms at my side and urged me to walk ahead.

he manoeuvred me in different directions and finally stopped after a while.

“you ready, princess?” he asked. the nickname did something to cause butterflies in my stomach.

“yeah,” I whispered.

he took off the blindfold, and it was too bright for a second. I shielded my eyes and groaned, before letting them adjust to the harsh sunlight.

I looked around and saw a huge, fluffy blanket laid down on the grass of the fields. a basket with food was set in one corner and a bouquet in the centre.

specifically, a book bouquet.

“PERCY, HOW DID YO-”

“surprise,” he grinned, as I turned around and hugged him. he’d always given me gifts when I returned from quests, but this was, by far, the best.

“how’d you know all my favourites?” I asked, looking at the 10 romance novels on the blanket.

“oh, annie helped,” he said enthusiastically. “should we sit down and start eating? you can tell me all about the people in your books, and why you like romance books especially, yeah?”

smiling, we sat down on the blankets, and ate away with no care in the world.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

as she talked about her books for the next few hours, I could only think about how beautiful her brown eyes were, especially when the sunlight hit them at the correct angle. how soft her lips looked as her mouth moved at a faster pace than her thoughts. how perfect her cheeks were, smiling wide. how amazing she was. how smart and beautiful she was.

when did my feelings of friendship turn into love, for her?

as she continued to speak of the love between her favourite characters, I noticed her longing for a similar love. I could give that to her, couldn’t I?

wait. what? what am I even thinking? y/n’s my best friend.

“love is everywhere, in every gesture, every glance. it’s the thread that binds us together, connecting hearts across time and space,” she said.

and at that moment, I knew I was done for.

I was hopelessly in love with my best friend.

percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite — the love like in her books <3

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[yuus-sentient-teddy]

The dust has settled. The threat was finally defeated. Classmates searched for their friends, high-fived the nearest ally, or collapsed against one another out of relief and exhaustion. A certain Ramshackle Prefect was doing the first thing and managed to find some of their friends after a few seconds of wandering.

"Guys!" Yuu hurried the best they could over to them, but the strain in one of their legs reduced them to hobbling.

Hearing their voice, their friends perked up and turned around.

The relieved smiles fell away, replaced with shock and visible gasping, and Yuu's grin fell with them. Why did their friends react like that?

They stopped just a few feet away and tried to catch their breath. "Guys, what's wrong?"

"Yuu," Epel slowly said, "stay right where you are." As he was saying this, he looked as though he was ready to bolt.

Beside him, Ace and Deuce were frozen in place with their mouths agape. Yuu was feeling panic rising within them seeing their friends like this. "What. . . ?"

Wow, they were really having a hard time breathing. The fight definitely took everything out of them, but the thing was, they felt fine when they regained conscious.

They stooped down, putting their hands on their knees to make it easier to breathe.

That was then they noticed something off.

Yuu pressed the side of their stomach. The cloth felt damp. Hesitantly, they reached behind. Their fingers touched two things that were next to each other, one of them cold and the other extremely sharp. The latter object caused them to flinch and pull away, and they felt something inside them shift.

No.

No way.

The world tilted to the side.

"Yuu!"

Multiple pairs of hands grabbed ahold of them. "Hey! Don't close your eyes!" Ace cried out.

Slowly, they were lowered to sit on the floor while a pair of hands gripped their shoulders to keep them upright.

"I'll go find someone!" Deuce said before sprinting off. With his speed, you wouldn't think he was exhausted from the battle just moments ago.

Ace muttered to himself and stopped when Yuu murmured something too quiet for Epel to hear. Whatever it was, it made Ace's face morph into despair and worry. He snapped out of it when their head fell forward and they slumped even more. Quickly, he asked Epel if his phone was working. Just as Epel reached into his pocket, an idea hit him.

"No, wait. Your--"

"Unique Magic!" Epel finished, raising his wand. "Ace, hold Yuu still!"

In a flash of light, the Ramshackle Prefect was contained in a floating glass coffin. Not a second later, Epel caught himself while gasping. "Are you okay--?" Ace's eyes widened. "Oh shit, your magestone!"

It was almost entirely black. ". . . At least I had enough to save Yuu."

"Professor Crewel!" Deuce's shout, though hoarse, echoed around the massive hall.

Crewel and a teacher were directing students to where another set of teachers would be waiting to guide them to the exit. His coat was long gone and he looked worse for wear, but he still managed to stand straight. With what magic was left, he temporarily numbed aches and pains; a little awkwardly but earnest and firm, he calmed down those who were coming down from the adrenaline of the fight or were about to let their panic overtake them. He was about to do the same for Deuce until--

"Yuu's been impaled!"

It took a moment for Crewel to process just exactly what the card soldier had said. By the time Deuce slowed to a stop, Crewel was composed enough to tell the other teacher to take over. To Deuce, he said, "Bring me to them."

The glass coffin stood out like a candle in a cavern and glowed like one too. Ace and Epel were sitting in front of it and staring without saying anything. Crewel wondered why the coffin seemed larger than necessary, but quickly understood when he got closer.

The arm of a chandelier was sticking out of Yuu's lower back--the coffin was accommodating it.

Despite how much pain it surely was causing, Yuu was peacefully asleep. If Crewel was any other person, he would have imagined that they were actually dead and this was some morbid capture of their corpse. But he wasn't any other person--he was a teacher and he had students who needed medical attention.

The coffin was able to be moved, thankfully. The pups were quick to get to their feet and followed Crewel closely to the exit. Anyone they passed gaped at the Prefect in the coffin, and Crewel barked at them to stop standing and come along.

He could hear Yuu's friends whispering right behind him.

"They said 'I'm not ready to die.'" Ace couldn't keep the tremble out of his voice. "Do they think we're just gonna let that happen?"

"I don't think they'd think that. They were probably just scared," Deuce said.

"I know. It's just. . . It keeps escalating. First winter break, then the whole thing with S.T.Y.X., and then Malleus's Overblot. What if they actually do die?"

There was no reply.

Crewel decided that was his cue. "It's foolish to promise absolute safety. Obviously, what has happened just now and throughout this school year is far beyond any person's expectations. But by their own skills and having a constant companion--I'll even indulge in the idea of luck as well--Yuu has managed to survive it all. As for you three and your other friends, you're doing enough by watching their and each other's backs."

"There is no way to predict what will happen to Yuu. But for now, you managed to buy them time. I suggest you focus on that instead of something that may not actually happen. As I said, Yuu has managed to survive it all."

It was silent. Crewel assumed they were thinking over his words, and he was proved correct when Ace said, "You know what, yeah. For someone who comes from another world, they've been getting through everything weirdly well."

The next conversation was about Yuu's toughness.

Being in full view of a horrific injury--and it was on one of his pups, to make it all more bitter--listening to the Prefect's friends cheering each other up was comforting.

[teapartyprincess4two]

[NOT MINE!]

I’m so normal about this

[iamgonnagetyouback]

The new theme is as gorgeous as you Love!!

And happy celebration to you! I don't have any requests for it right now but if you feel like it, what about 🧸 Jamie with your favourite prompt??

I hope you've had a beautiful Valentine's my Darling 😘

WHAT ARE WE DOING WITH THE SPARE ROOM?.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤ J. POTTER

SUMMARY ৎ୭ when you and james moved in together, the spare room became a heated topic. you want a guest room, james wants a game room, and neither of you are willing to back down. just when things get chaotic, sirius shows up with his own agenda—one that has nothing to do with helping you and everything to do with making sure remus moves in with him

WARNINGS ಇ. domestic chaos, james being dramatic™, minor manipulation (sirius’ brand of strategic encouragement), no actual resolution, just mild compromise A/N ಇ. oh, mum, you’re the sweetest!! ♡ thank you, love!! i went with the prompt "a spare room" from the domestic prompts. hope your valentine’s was as lovely as you ୨ৎ mwah!! ‹𝟹 p.s. i got a bit inspired by mondler's spare room fight nav. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀2k celebration. ⠀

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The problem began with a simple question.

“So, what are we doing with the spare room?”

It was an innocent inquiry, asked while you stirred sugar into your tea, dressed in mismatched socks and James’ Quidditch jumper. You hadn’t thought much of it. Just a casual question, a nice topic to discuss like responsible adults who had just moved in together. What you hadn’t expected was James to come crashing into the kitchen like he’d been preparing for this moment his entire life.

“I’m so glad you asked.” He beamed, dropping a roll of parchment onto the counter dramatically. It unraveled to the floor, revealing an intricately drawn-out floor plan labeled ‘JAMES’ GAME ROOM OF GLORY.’

Your tea almost sloshed over the rim of your mug. “I—what?”

James, unbothered, began his presentation. “Picture this, angel—dart board, a pool table, a giant Wizard’s Chess set, a Quidditch simulator—oh! And a mini fridge for butterbeer.”

“James.” You blinked at him. “That’s ridiculous.”

James gasped, clutching his chest like you’d physically wounded him. “Ridiculous?”

“We should make it a guest room.”

He looked personally betrayed. “For who?”

“For guests?” You gestured vaguely. “You know, people who visit?”

James scoffed. “Name one guest.”

“Remus?”

“He rarely gets out of his room.”

“Sirius? Peter?”

“They practically live on our couch already.”

“Lily.”

“She wouldn’t stay here if it were the last habitable place on Earth.”

You crossed your arms. “What if one of our parents visit?”

James paled. “…I’m listening.”

You smirked. “A nice, cozy guest room, James. Soft bedding, warm lighting, maybe a bookshelf—”

“Or a Quidditch decor shelf.”

You sighed. “You’re impossible.”

“You love it.”

“Debatable.”

The argument escalated into a full-on debate, voices rising, exaggerated hand gestures flying, James dramatically reenacting how utterly tragic his life would be without a dedicated game room. You were halfway through an impassioned monologue about practicality when the front door slammed open, and Sirius Black sauntered in, pausing in the doorway, probably hearing you from across the hall.

“Alright, what in Merlin’s name is going on here?”

You and James turned to him mid-argument.

“James is being ridiculous!” You pointed at him accusingly.

“She is a dream-crusher!” James shot back, clutching his chest like you’d wounded him.

"Children, children!" Sirius rubbed his forehead with a deep sigh like a father forced to mediate his very dumb children while the mother (Remus) was away. "What is all this about?"

"I simply asked James what he thought we should do with the spare roo—" You started but was very rudely interrupted by your 'boyfriend'.

"—future game room." James grinned as if saying just that would get Sirius to side with him.

Sirius shook his head. “You two are a nightmare. Right, listen up, lovebirds.”

You frowned. “We’re not lovebirds, we’re having a very serious debate.”

Sirius ignored you. “As a neutral third party—”

“You’re not neutral.”

“As a neutral third party,” Sirius continued, louder this time, “I think you should consider the bigger picture.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Which is?”

Sirius clapped his hands together. “Compromise.”

James perked up. “You mean a game room?”

Sirius shot him a look. “No, what I mean is, if you two don’t move in together peacefully, Remus won’t move in with me.”

"Cause I'll not move and stay with Remus again?" You questioned with a raised brow although you still couldn't figure out how this affected Sirius in any way.

"Exactly! And we don't want to do that to happen to poor, old me now do we, doll?" Sirius cooed.

"We wouldn't have to if you just tell James that having a guest room is better." You snarked back as you cast a glance at James who was already daydreaming about all the games he could bring. As if you would let that happen.

Sirius groaned dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. “Merlin! It’s like talking to two particularly stubborn hippogriffs!”

You rolled your eyes. “Then maybe try agreeing with me.”

Sirius gasped, clutching his chest like you’d physically wounded him. “Me? Picking sides? I am a man of neutrality, of fairness, of—”

“—pure drama,” you finished flatly.

“—wisdom,” he corrected, ignoring you. “And my wisdom says that if you two don’t stop bickering like a pair of first-years fighting over a Chocolate Frog card, I will be left alone in a flat, miserable, forced to talk to my plants for companionship.”

James blinked. “...You don’t even have plants.”

Sirius scowled. “I’ll buy plants, James. Is that what you want?”

James, completely unaffected, turned to you with a smug grin. “You know, love, if we had a game room, we could get a PlayStation.”

Your eye twitched. “We are not getting a PlayStation.”

“We could get a PlayStation,” James whispered, nudging Sirius.

Sirius rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “You know, a PlayStation does sound fun.”

“SIRIUS.”

Sirius held up his hands. “I’m just saying! It’s modern, it’s interactive, it’s—”

“You are supposed to be on my side,” you snapped.

“I’m supposed to be on Remus’ side, actually,” Sirius corrected with a smirk. “Which means I just need you two to shut up and move in peacefully.”

You folded your arms. “So you’re manipulating us into agreeing so that Remus will move in and you can make him fall in love with you?”

Sirius grinned. “It’s not manipulation, it’s strategic encouragement.”

James grinned. "Brilliant, mate."

You groaned. "Fine. A compromise."

James nodded thoughtfully. “I’m listening.”

“Half game room, half guest room.”

“…Go on.”

“Bed for guests, but also a dartboard.”

You considered. “Mini fridge?”

“For butterbeer only.”

“Fine.”

“A small, tasteful Quidditch poster?”

You sighed. “One.”

James grinned. “And a tiny Quidditch decor shelf?”

“James.”

“…I had to try.”

And so, the spare room became a bizarre hybrid of comfort and games—a soft, welcoming guest bed next to a dartboard, a bookshelf lined with novels and a single, oversized Quidditch poster. James called it a victory. You called it a disaster. Sirius called dibs.

And together, you called it a home.

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[elliewilliams4eva]

What are your favorite nsfw headcanons for Arthur?

lowkey needed a minute to think about this one gang (im going based of high honour arthur just cuz he feels easier to write about) (also tried to make it gn so this works either way)

i don't know why the very first thought that went through my head was "total munch" LMFAO

you can't convince me he isn't slurping it up, grabbing onto thighs, holding them in place, the whole nine yards

"cmon darlin one more" ABSJCNGNRJ LIKE CAN YOU SEE THE VISION

gets pleasure by giving pleasure fs

i think he's also more of a giver then a receiver, ever the people pleaser (literally) and this applies to every aspect of the relationship, even sfw times

idk why but tell me i'm wrong guys arthur would go FERAL i fear!!

speaking of going feral I feel like he'd try to be as nice and gentle with his person as possible, not boring by any means, he just wouldn't want to do anything to hurt them

now that being said....

i don't think it'd take a lot during like an elongated period of time for him to lose composure HEAVY like just being more rough in general. like can anyone else just imagine his composure slipping as he just keeps going and going, desperate for this to last as long as possible? no? just me? alright

another thing that ran through my thoughts was whether or not he'd be vocal and I think yes actually

i'm just seeing what i want to see but I don't think it's out of bounds to imagine him talking you through it, regardless of experience level on ur part I think that just goes back to him trying to be good about this. BUTTTT...is it crazy to say....whimperer

LIKE OKAY HEAR ME OUT

not saying he's someone who will whimper at the slightest touch *cough cough kieran duffy* but I think you could get him to a point where he'd let out the lil sound or am i crazy

like I THINK HE COULD GET THERE!! especially a couple hours being very into it, probably if he'd been waiting for a long time or there'd just been a lot of teasing guys you can't tell me he wouldn't let out a little whine in the back of his throat ASJFBGKT going crazy thinking about it

LET 👏MEN 👏WHIMPER 👏2025

but i digress

hope this was okay wrote it in a bit of a rush cuz it was more of a brain vomit dump them a properly thought out response hehe

also side note idk why this got me wondering if arthur would be the type for PDA, but that's a blurb for another time lmao

[dolliepiled]

uminyamu shopping pls •⩊•

꒰ you got it anon ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა !! ꒱ 💌

୨ৎ : ꒰ nyamu yuutenji × umiri yahata shopping date cute oneshot ♡ ୧ 🛍

a/n: my two yumes,,, they make me ill i love them sm <3 ( i had fun with this one tbh )

the sound of heeled designer shoes and platform boots echoed on the marble floors of the mall. nyamu and umiri were currently out shopping for new outfits and cosmetics (mainly for nyamu).

they rarely had time to go out together due to the band's status, so they savored the moments they spent out together for as long as possible.

nyamu let out a pleased hum as they walked into yet another makeup store.

she grabbed a tube of lipstick from the shelf and presented it to the bassist. "you should really try wearing makeup for a change, umiko. it'll really clash with your fashion style."

umiri shook his head, "it's not for me. it looks far better on you anyway."

the drummer pouts at this, her bottom lip jutting out in disappointment. "awh,, come on! you'd look soooo handsome!! please? just this once?"

despite nyamu's efforts, umiri still refused. "if i buy you the new strawberry cake you've been wanting, will you stop asking?"

nyamu pauses, thinking about it for a moment. before sighing dramatically and leans against umiri's side. her chin resting on his head.

"you really know how to bargain, huh? fine, but only because muuko wanted to get some too."

by the time the two of them had finished their date, the sun had already started to set and umiri was carrying about 3 bags in each hand.

nyamu was walking with a slight skip in her step after leaving, obviously happy about the miniature cake umiri had purchased. it's not everyday she can indulge in her gluttonous desires for sweets since starting her diet so she was grateful it was small in size.

she wrapped her arm around umiri's shoulder and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. she wasn't a stranger to pda if there was no one who potentially recognized them around, so this wasn't unusual.

the couple make their way back to the wakaba estate, since they mainly spent their free time there. nyamu clung to umiri's forearm once they were closer to their destination, resting her head on his as they walked.

[jaethecreator]

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[cirqosmos]

Orphans Series ; Eden's Lullaby teaser art

"Look after them as if they're your own."

The atmosphere was horribly heavier than it was an hour ago, causing the veins on her neck to tense profusely. And it didn't helped how the vintage grandfather clock was strangely working perfectly fine, just like how the manor appears to be a downright wreckage on the outside, yet a speck of dust was nowhere to be found in the inner rooms.

It bothers her how the pendulum swings in constant motion that if she were to look in a little more, she was afraid that something else might emerge out of it too.

Snapping out of her thoughts, (Name) hesitatingly slipped her shaky fingers around the door handle, dreading of what was behind the door.

An eight tall foot men in a complete black attire with a spear so large in his hand it could slice your body into two was what she imagined.

A spooky creak resonated.

Only an empty air, a view to the main entrance, and a cool breeze whirled across (Name)'s face that it had her scrunching her nose in response, looking down only to see a brown envelope laid beneath the porch, strikingly similar to the ones she found in the streets yesterday, the very awful reason of her standing in this territory with illogical phenomenons today was not something she appreciated.

'Welcome, Ms. (Name).'

It was written much to her yet another horror and displeasure, and she didn't even bother to waste another minute of her life to read the entire exhausting paragraph that filled up the entire paper, only skimming as fast as she can with a sigh emitting from her lips.

Though a certain paragraph at the very end had her eyes freezing immediately, skipping a few blinks to make sure that she wasn't imagining it.

'Please look after them as if they're your own, please do abide by the rules as we cannot be certain for sure that if you were to break any of them, that not a single consequences would not fall upon you. Your job is only done when they've fully grown into their adult form.'

date : 26112023 // writing and art is mine.

[inkluvs]

hi love !!! first i just wanna say ur celebration is so freaking cute!!!!! the little blueberry divider is so adorable oh my goodness <3

anyway !! for ribs can i please request — [ STEAL ] while sharing a meal, sender steals a bite of receiver’s food — with eddie !!!! <3

switch with me

hiii my love i hope this is okay i had soo much fun writing this i'm so sorry this is so short </3 tw: food ; eddie being bf ; nicknames ; (0.2k)

eddie munson x fem!reader

summer celly // masterlist // taglist

Eddie has always been one to order something new off of each new menu he comes across, no matter how unappetizing the dish sounds or even if he knew from past experience he wouldn’t enjoy it. Because according to him, each dish deserves a fair chance in my tummy. You don’t argue with that, because how could you? If he wanted to give a fair chance to every dish, who were you to stop him? You can only tell him that if he doesn’t end up liking it, you wouldn’t let him have any of yours.

You always do.

“Ed,” you scold him.

“What?” He replied, the word muffled with the bite of your food he’d taken. 

You stare at him, watching him chew and swallow before you burst into a fit of laughter. Eddie joins you, his nose crinkling with the force of it. The other couple in the restaurant is staring at you now, not with any judgment, more so curious of what sort of inside joke the two of you could be sharing right then. You doubt they’d be so interested if you’d explained the situation.

“Eddie,” you pant between fits of giggles. “D’you wanna get your own?”

He pouts. “Part of what makes the food so good is that it’s yours.”

You can’t tell if you find that adorable or not.

“Switch with me then? You eat half and give it back and I’ll do the same with yours.” He nods enthusiastically, sliding his plate over to you. You slide yours back and he starts at it immediately, his cheeks splitting in a grin.

You let him have all of it.

[tazumii]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🥂🥡 . sky high

﹙sky high﹚🥂🥡 soukoku — bungou stray dogs. ⟶ current canon ; fluff. ☆ ; mentions drugs.

WC: 884

― "okay, let's get you another glass of water," dazai said with a soft chuckle, hopping up and sitting on the edge of the counter next to his partner with a half-filled glass in his hand. his partner, chuya, had been mindlessly giggling and flirting with dazai all evening, after the latter had found half-smoked drugs on the floor near the counter.

the smaller man looked up at dazai as he sat next to him, his pupils dilated and his eyes sparkling as he laughed.

"but i don't want water," he slurred. "water's gross.."

without giving dazai any warning, he flopped into his lap, his head resting against his thighs. he gazed up at the taller man, his hair falling around him and framing his sickly-looking face.

"i know it's gross," dazai chuckled, playing along with the drugged man. "but unless you want to crash and feel the effects worse than you will, you need to drink. come on."

chuya raised a hand up, holding dazai's cheek and rubbing his thumb against his skin.

"you're so pretty.." he murmured. "you're, like.. gorgeous.. like a god."

dazai's face warmed slightly as a faint blush formed on his cheeks, and he exhaled a laugh.

"why, thank you," the brunette replied. "you're quite handsome yourself."

chuya gave an open smile, his dilated pupils widening slightly.

"oh my god.. we should get married," he suddenly declared, sitting up in dazai's lap and looking at him seriously. "you wanna get married? let's get married!"

"woah, woah, slow down there, sweetheart," dazai laughed, holding chuya's face in his hands. "we can't just get married like that."

"yes we can! let's get married!" chuya exclaimed, wriggling out of dazai's hold and flopping onto the floor. he scrambled to his feet, desperately searching for something.

"you can't marry me without getting engaged to me first, chuya," dazai called out, laughing.

"then i'm gonna engage ya!" chuya yelled back, fumbling in his pockets before shouting in triumph and holding up a can tab. "gotcha!"

"you really aren't going to propose to me with a can tab, are you?" dazai grinned, unable to hold back his laughter.

"yes, i am!" chuya huffed, clumsily climbing back onto the counter and sitting on his knees in front of dazai. "and it's a ring, not a can tab!"

"it's a can tab, darling," dazai chuckled.

"no it's not!" chuya insisted. "samu, my boyfie, will you engage me?"

dazai laughed at the struggled wording and the slurred speech, running a hand through chuya's messy ginger locks.

"yes, i will engage you. but the right term is marry," he said, smiling. "hear that? marry."

"then will you marry me?" chuya asked.

"yes, i will," dazai grinned.

"okay, good," chuya huffed. "now, gimme your hand," the ginger demanded, taking dazai's hand and pulling it towards his face.

the smaller man stuck his tongue out in concentration, narrowing his eyes as he carefully slid the can tab onto dazai's ring finger.

"there!" he exclaimed once he had finished, beaming triumphantly. "now we're married! and we're gonna have a wedding, and cake, and confetti and tuxedos!"

"yes, yes, we are indeed," dazai chuckled, patting chuya's head. inwardly, his boyfriend's demeanor reminded him of an excitable young child; something neither of them really got to be. it was.. endearing, to say the least.

chuya giggled excitedly, moving closer and latching on to dazai's waist.

"my husband," he hummed. "mine."

"yes, i am yours," dazai smiled, rubbing his hand up and down chuya's arm in an affectionate manner. "and i'm your fiancé, chuya, not your husband. not yet."

"fi-what-sé?" chuya murmured, looking back up at dazai with half-open eyes.

"fiancé. in the middle of boyfriend and married," dazai explained with a chuckle. "you get it? fiancé."

"fiancé," chuya repeated slowly. "huh.. that has a nice ring to it."

"it does, doesn't it?" dazai smiled. "you're my fiancé."

"well, you're my fiancé," chuya huffed.

"okay, okay, darling, you win," dazai exhaled a laugh, tucking chuya's hair behind his ear as the smaller man nuzzled against him.

"good. i always win," chuya said quietly.

at the sudden softness of his partner's tone, dazai looked down in concern, his smile turning into a worried frown. he lifted chuya's head in his hands, tilting his chin to get a better view of his face. the ginger's face had grown ghostly pale, his eyes were barely open and he overall looked sick. dazai could only assume the high of the man's drugs were wearing off now, and he would begin to feel the after effects.

"chuya, dear.." he said softly. "are you feeling alright?"

chuya murmured incoherently, shaking his head slightly.

"what's wrong, darling? what feels bad?" dazai asked, wrapping his arms around the other's waist and pulling him into his lap.

chuya just made a soft noise, collapsing against dazai's chest and passing out cold. at first dazai felt a jolt of panic through his body, but at the realization that chuya was just resting from exhaustion, he exhaled a breath of relief and just held him close. he rubbed gentle circles on the ginger's back, his other hand loosely around his waist to hold him in place. he rested his chin on the smaller man's head, resting his eyes and letting his own eyelids fall shut for a moment.

chuya was coming down now, but it wasn't all bad when he was sky high. at least for dazai, anyway.

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[hyuneskkami]

✮⋆˙ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 = 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒

⤷ leo valdez x daughter of athena!reader

masterlist

♡ fandom | percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

♡ includes | best friends with hints of romantic feelings (if I ever find the energy to make a part two, it’d actually be cool 😔), barely any angst to comfort, collective adhd levels being off the charts, yapping.

♡ in which | y/n and leo sharing a common love for designing and building things <3, reader and leo, both have nightmares (not described too vividly), reader uses swear words <3.

♡ a/n | jdkfcjqdkb I wrote this and forgot to post it ;-; anyway, this is one of my new fav leo fics i've ever written bc I get to geek out 🫶 + the technical part of this is inspired by my love for fast and furious + my new interest in f1, so enjoy!!

♡ wc | 1.0k

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

“are you ready, child of athena?” a god’s voice boomed around us. I took a few steps to the front to be side-by-side with my brother, malcolm pace.

“you’re not leaving me, now of all times—”

“i’m sorry, mou ilios, I have to. you know I do.”

“mal, please, I— who’s going to lead the cabin if you’re gone? how can you be so selfish—”

“you, n/n. I know you can do it,” malcolm said, and stepped in front of me. he raised his hands and gently pushed me further behind him, enveloping me in his shadow.

“it’s one child of athena you want,” malcolm paused. “take me.”

“PLEASE NO—”

fuck.

I sat up on my bed. I picked up a watch from the bedside table—a watch that once was malcolm’s, but mine, now—which read 2:47.

I threw my blanket to the side, which did little to cover me up anyway, and got up to check on the little kids. they were all sound asleep.

for the next 10 minutes—or what felt like an hour—I walked around the cabin, cleaning it up and trying to fall asleep.

but when has sleep ever come to you when you needed it the most?

I feared reliving malcolm’s last moments before he left me, everytime I closed my eyes. stranded me here, disappearing without any advice on how to lead, or how to live.

I leant against the cabin door and felt the cool air from the bottom of the door blowing onto my feet. finally realising that I couldn’t go back to sleep, I decided to go out for a walk.

“and where are you off to?” annie’s voice whispered from her bed. she was still half asleep and groggy.

“heading out for a walk. can’t sleep,” I said.

“take the cap, and don’t get caught. i’m not helping you out with the dishes if you get caught by those harpies,” she grumbled. I smiled and took her cap from the coat rack beside the door, and stepped out into the cold night in nothing but sweats and a tank top.

great choice, y/n. good job on not realising what you were even wearing. now, you can die of the cold, if the harpies don’t get you first. yay!

I put on annie’s cap, watching my shadow disappear with me. I walked around aimlessly, thinking of malcolm helping me pick my first dagger, which was currently concealed with the help of the waistband of my sweatpants.

my feet subconsciously drag me to bunker nine, where I heard noises from. I go closer only to find light glowing from the open door.

I was facing my best friend’s back, hunched over a project, probably. if he turned around, I bet he’d look sleep-deprived and in need of coffee.

before I could take off the cap, he said, “hey, n/n!” and turned around with a grin.

“shut the fuck up, man, how did you just do that—” I complained, taking the cap off.

“I felt the sleep deprivation and negativity enter the room and guess who it was?” he wiggled his eyebrows and left his project unattended behind him.

“whatever,” I rolled my eyes at him and flopped down onto his couch. we looked at each other for an entirety of a few seconds before I opened my arms and he tumbled onto me.

“nightmares?” I asked.

“mhm.”

“same.”

“cuddle?”

“fuck yes, please.”

timeskip

it was around 4 in the morning when we wrapped up our movie night—movie morning?—with leo’s face buried in my neck, cuddling.

“wanna stay like this forever,” he said, his voice muffled. I smiled.

“or we could finish building what you were working on before I came,” I suggested. he looked up suddenly, with all his energy regained.

“hell yes!” he whisper-yelled, pumping his fist in the air and getting up. pulling me up from the couch, he continued. “I was working on building my own 1.6 litre four-stroke turbocharged 90 degree V6 double-overhead camshaft reciprocating engine. there’s these things called street races in tokyo, and this engine is basically my ticket to winning the next series there! wanna come with me and check out the coolest cars ever, next year?”

“oh, dude, you’re on! i’ve heard it’s basically motorsports heaven—”

“it is!”

“and we’re building our own fucking engine!?”

“we are—”

“oh, this is SO cool!”

“i’ve gotta start reworking on the specs, because I keep getting them wrong. can you take a look at them once?” he asked.

I nodded and moved towards his work table where used plotter papers lied. after taking in his planning and figuring out where he went wrong, I pulled out a new paper, and sharpened the blunt pencil.

I wanted to put my hair up but realised I forgot my hair tie at cabin six. I turned around to ask leo if i’d left any here when he removed a black hair tie from his wrist and dangled it in front of my face.

my cheeks flushed at the thought of him wearing it everyday. it felt so intimate, but it wasn’t that deep, really.

right?

I thanked him quietly and he pulled two chairs in front of the table, on which we sat down and started working on drafting the new specs together.

after about an hour, neither of us could keep our eyes open and moved to the couch, falling asleep together with whispered promises of finishing the blueprints the next day.

“cute fit, by the way,” he whispered. I looked down and realised it was his birthday gift to me from last year, and smiled.