#and I’d still love them and omg I ran out of room

[nyx-the-alien]

First of all….who hates women?

[ptolemaeacles]

pls write more for hazel omg i loved the cheerleader hcs maybe like a childhood best friends to lovers so lots of pining and smut maybe

♡ you belong with me

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

synopsis: hazel has had a crush on her best friend since they met in the 1st grade. they were freshman in college now and hazel realizes she can’t keep her feelings to herself anymore.

warnings: 18+ minors dni (both reader and hazel are 18), smut, childhood best friends to lovers, switch!hazel, switch!reader, top!reader, bottom!hazel (no pun intended), let me know if i missed anything!!

notes: aw thank you !!! im glad you liked the hcs. also small disclaimer, i'm a horrid smut writer and i rushed the ending because i didn't want to keep you waiting. hope you like !!!

word count: 2.5k

“god, i’m so excited. i mean this is the first time a girl has asked me out. usually it’s guys who approach me and then i get weird comments when i tell them i like women…” you rambled on but hazel could barely focus. she could only feel the empty pit in her stomach. 

you were so happy to be going on a date and all she could think about is if you would ever be this excited to go on a date with her. she tried to convince you to not go but there was only so much she could do without giving her feelings away. 

hazel thinks she’s loved you since the day she met you. before she knew what ‘love’ meant or what it looked like, she loved you. to her, you were the very definition of that word. 

hazel’s hopeless crush started in the 1st grade. it wasn’t some cute interaction where one of you saved the other from a bully or something. it was simple with the both of you. it always has been. 

you came up to her during lunch and told her you would give her half of your sandwich if she agreed to be your friend.

“what kind of sandwich is it?” hazel asked, from her seat on the lunch table.

“peanut butter and strawberry jelly.” 

“i’m allergic to strawberries.”.

“then don’t eat it and just be my friend.” you sat next to her without another word and the both of you left it like that. simple.

since then, she knew she would never escape you. and she never wanted to. but right now, she felt like if you didn’t stop talking to her about this date, her head would explode. 

hazel watched you walk around your room, shuffling through your closet for an outfit to the movies with the girl who asked you out. she never bothered remembering the girl’s name because she thinks it would the whole situation worse for her. she didn’t want to know anything about that girl.

“...and she said we’ll get ice cream later which i hope-” hazel interrupted you.

“hey, i think i should get home. my mom’s probably wondering where i am and shit, so… i’ll see you later.” hazel wanted to get away as soon as possible. not from you but from the giddiness she could practically feel radiating off your body at the thought of your date. 

“oh.. i thought you told your mom that you were going to study at my place after classes?” you questioned. hazel’s quiet behavior didn’t go unnoticed by you. she was always quiet but after more than 10 years of friendship, you could tell which silences were good and which weren’t. this definitely wasn’t a good one.

“yeah well, we aren’t studying so. i’d better get going, bye.” she spoke in a flat tone, with her head down, as she grabbed her backpack and made her way out of your room.

you stood still, staring at the open door of your room and wondering if you had done something.

hazel walked into her house, red in the face and a vicious grip on the doorknob. she ran up to her room, and threw her backpack in a random corner, probably knocking her guitar down. but her guitar was the last thing on her mind. 

she was pissed at you. mostly herself but you as well. she knew she had no right to be angry at you but how could you never see that hazel was right there. she was right in front of you, waiting for you to even glance in her direction. it’s all she wanted. to be the one who makes you laugh, the one who you’d think of when you saw romantic tiktok slideshows, the one who took you out on rollerblading dates, the one who got to kiss you before dropping you off back to your house, the one who got to slide her hand up your skirt, the one who got to be in between your legs-

she groaned and loudly, flopping onto her bed and stuffing her face in her pillow. she needed to apologize before her stupid feelings ruined your friendship.

hazel had a plan. she was going to go to your house after your date and apologize. apologize for being a dick, apologize for falling in love with you, apologize for every and anything she could apologize for so that you wouldn't hate her. she expected you to yell at her or ask her what was wrong with her. what she didn't expect was you to be calling her phone, right now.

she pressed the green 'accept' button and put the phone up to her ear.

"haze.." she could hear you sniffling through the phone, "i-, uh, can i come over, please? my date- it just- it went horribly and i really want to see you. please." hazel felt her heart drop 10 stories.

"yeah, yeah, i'll come pick you up, angel, where are you?" she questioned.

"outside your house."

hazel ran down the stairs and opened her front door, to be met with your red eyes and puffy face.

you immediately wrapped your arms around hazel, burying your face in her chest. her hands went landed themselves in your hair, stroking it gently in an attempt to comfort.

hazel helped you into her room, setting you down on her bed.

"do you want to talk about it?" she asked softly.

"she- she, um, she stood me up." you could barely get a sentence out without hiccuping. hazel reached over to her nightstand and pulled out an unopened water bottle, unscrewing the cap and handed it to you.

you whispered a thank you and took a few sips. it was hazel's turn to speak now.

"fuck her," you give her a confused look, "oh no, not fuck her, don't do that, i meant that you should just forget about her. she obviously isn't the one for you if she stood you up, and there are so many other people in the world-"

"hazel."

"yes?"

you didn't waste anymore time. you grabbed hazel's face in your hands and crashed your lips into hers.

hazel was sure this was a dream. there was no way you were kissing her right now. she definitely fell asleep and she's imagining this whole thing.

while hazel was having her loser lesbian crisis, you noticed that the kiss wasn't being reciprocated.

'fuck.' you thought. you just ruined your closest and longest friendship. you pulled away from her.

"shit, haze, i didn't mean to do that, i'm not sure what i was thinking-" you started but were quickly shut up when hazel pulled you back in for another kiss.

relief flooded your body. she wanted this. both of you wanted this.

hazel felt you smile into the kiss and took that as her 'go ahead'. she tilted her head, deepening the kiss. shyly, she moved her hand from her lap to your waist. you moved one of your hands to the side of her neck and the other in her hair. you could practically feel her pulse beating rapidly under your palm.

hazel gained a newfound confidence and pushed you back onto her bed, slotting herself between your legs. her lips hovered over your neck before attacking your neck with sloppy kisses. her lips trailed down your neck, making sure to savor the taste of you. her lips met the fabric of your blouse.

"can i take this off, please?" she asked in a breathy manner, as if she had just ran a marathon. you nodded, at a loss for words.

“need to hear you say it, baby. need to know you want it just as bad as i do.” hazel wasn’t aware how raspy her voice was, as if she hadn’t drank water in days. 

“take it off, haze, please. take it all off.” you whispered and caught her lips with yours while she lifted your top off your body. once she had your top thrown in a random corner in her room, she went straight for your pants, not even bothering to take her own clothes off. 

“fuck, hazel,” you were breathless, “i want to see you, too.” you swallowed, gripping the beige button up she was wearing, hoping she knew what you meant.

“you will, princess, don’t worry. i just want to focus on you right now, okay?” you nodded, not fully sure what ‘focusing on you’ meant.

hazel had you in just your bra and underwear, her eyes scanned your body hungrily. if this was a dream, she prayed she remembered every single moment when she woke up. you were better than any fantasy she could conjure up on those lonely nights, when she couldn't think of anything but you. 

you felt her strong gaze settle on your body and you felt self conscious thoughts take the forefront of your mind. you raised your hands over your body, starting to think hazel didn’t want you like you wanted her.

“hey,” hazel grabbed your hands and gently pushed them to your sides, “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted you like this. how many nights i’ve stayed up thinking about you.” hazel started kissing down your neck, making her way to your chest. 

she pulled your bra down, not even bothering to fully unhook it before latching her tongue down onto your right nipple. 

the wet feeling of her mouth made you cry aloud, completely forgetting her mom (and jeff, too, probably) were a few feet down the hall.

hazel lifted her mouth of your tit with a pop, moving her hand to squeeze it instead.

“i’d love to hear you, angel, but i need you to be quiet,” she feverishly pecked your lips, “just tonight, hm?” you murmured a response, more concerned with the ache between your thighs than anything else. 

you guessed hazel read your mind or something, as she started moving down the bed towards the place on your body that needed the most attention. she looked up to you, as if asking once more, if this was what you really wanted. 

“haze, please.” you whined. that was all the confirmation she needed. she slid your panties down slowly, watching a string of wetness connect your pussy and your underwear. hazel felt herself growing wet at the fact that she did this to you. it filled her with a new sense of confidence. she didn’t even wait for your panties to completely slip off your legs before diving in between your thighs.

your back arched off the bed the moment you felt hazel’s tongue make contact with your swollen bud. she slipped her wet muscle throughout your folds, desperate to catch every single drop of wetness she could.

“fuck, haze, feels really fucking good.” you moaned and brought your hand to the back of her head, gripping her hair between your fingers in ecstasy. 

she hummed in response to the praise you were giving her, sending vibrations throughout your core that nearly made you choke. hazel continued to suck on your clit, holding your thighs apart with her hands hooked under your knees. she slid her face side to side with her tongue flat against your pussy, moving your clit with just the right amount of pressure. 

you felt a pressure building in your lower belly and tried to move hazel’s face closer to your mound to chase your release. 

and she stopped. 

you lifted your head from the pillow and stared at her kissing your thighs, before going to unbuckle her own pants. 

“wait hazel,” you put your hands on top of her jean button, “can i?” you spoke so quietly, hazel barely caught what you were saying. she nodded her head, unsure of what else to do.

you gently unbuttoned her jeans before sliding them and her boxers down and allowing hazel to step out of them. you lifted her button up over her head and unclasped her bra, letting them fall onto the space on the floor next to her. she was in awe of you. you were so gentle to her and she would never believe she deserved it, even if you reminded her of it everyday for the rest of her life. 

once she stood completely naked in front of you, you led her to lay down on bed, stomach facing up, before separating her legs and hooking one of your own over hers. 

you looked at her face for any sign of discomfort, only to be met with the rapid rise and fall of hazel’s chest and her eyes shut in euphoria. 

“hazel,” you caught her attention, she stared right at you, “keep your eyes on me.” you lowered yourself gently, placing your clit right on top of hers. both of you let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of your juices mixing with the others.

placing your hands on her stomach, you moved slowly, rocking your hips back and forth against hers. hazel struggled to keep her eyes open, getting lost in the pleasure you were giving her. she always thought of moments exactly like this and imagined it being a lot different. she imagined that she would be the one on top of you, taking charge and pulling orgasm after orgasm from you. but after feeling the movement of your hips against hers and the way your breasts bounced slightly when you would pick up your pace. hazel fought her hardest to keep her eyelids from drooping. she didn’t want to miss a single move you made.

you quickly found a steady rhythm and went faster, prompting hazel to cry out. you leaned down and caught her moans in a rough kiss. 

the familiar coil in your belly seemed to get tighter and tighter. hazel must’ve noticed the way your hips started to rock faster and knew you were about to cum.

“c’mon, cum for me, baby. give it to me, i’m almost there too,” she started rambling as she felt her orgasm approach her as well, “keep going, just a bit faster, angel.” both of you fought to keep your moans from being heard from anyone else in the house.

“fuck hazel, i’m cumming, i-” you were cut off as your orgasm hit you in waves. warmth spread throughout your body, making your limbs weak and causing your legs to nearly give out. 

you kept going, over stimulating yourself, trying to get hazel to reach her orgasm. by the looks of it, she was on the edge. her baby hairs stuck to her sweaty forehead, her face scrunched up in pleasure as her back arched into the air. 

“fuck fuck fuck fuck-” she rambled as her orgasm washed over her, quickly quieted by your mouth capturing hers. 

the both of you gently rode out your releases, breathless and sweaty. you carefully lifted yourself off of hazel and laid next to her on the bed. 

“we should talk about this, you know.” hazel started.

“we will. in the morning, i promise. for now, i just want to be with you.” that seemed to be enough for hazel.

you draped your arm over her waist, pulling her closer to you. she tucked her head in the crook of your neck and the both of you drifted off to sleep.

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i feel like carlos would be the type of guy who's confident and tough around others but he's literally just a big baby around his girl and gets shy and all that....this is me requesting a fic/au...

Omg I loved this to I love getting requests!!! I hope you like this 💕

Reblog!!

Behind Closed Doors: The Soft Side of Carlos Sainz

Carlos sainz x reader

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Carlos Sainz was the epitome of confidence. At the track, in team meetings, or in front of the cameras, he was sharp, focused, and had an intensity that made him one of the most respected drivers in Formula One. Even his teammates knew better than to mess with him when he was in race mode. But what they didn’t know was that Carlos Sainz, the fearless driver, turned into a completely different person around his girlfriend, Y/N.

It started at the paddock. Carlos was chatting with his engineers, discussing strategy for the upcoming race. His body language was all swagger: arms crossed, shoulders back, eyes keen and alert. He looked every inch the fierce competitor. Charles Leclerc walked up to him, tossing him a casual, “You ready to go out there and show them who’s boss?”

Carlos gave a small, confident nod, “Always, hermano.”

Y/N watched from a distance, a little smirk tugging at her lips. She saw Carlos flashing that trademark smirk, oozing charisma and intensity, and she couldn’t help but feel proud. She knew, though, that in just a few moments, her boyfriend would be shedding that tough exterior like an oversized jacket, revealing the sweet, affectionate man underneath.

Later, they met up after a press conference. Carlos wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they strolled toward the team lounge. Once they were alone in one of the quieter rooms, he shut the door behind them. The moment they were away from prying eyes, he slumped, dropping his shoulders and letting out a deep, contented sigh. He rested his head against her shoulder and looked up at her with those big, soft brown eyes.

“Cariño,” he murmured, voice softer now, “will you scratch my head?”

Y/N bit her lip, trying to hide her smile as she ran her fingers through his hair. Carlos closed his eyes, sinking into her touch like a contented cat. The world outside faded away. His tense shoulders relaxed, and he let out a little hum of happiness, nestling closer to her. He looked up at her, and his confident smirk had transformed into a sweet, lazy smile.

“I think I could fall asleep right here,” he whispered. She chuckled, brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead.

“Imagine if the team saw you like this,” she teased, giving him a gentle scratch behind his ear. He huffed, clearly unconcerned.

“Let them think I’m a big, tough guy. Only you get to see this side of me,” he murmured, eyes still closed. “But if you keep scratching, I’m not responsible if I melt right here on the couch.”

She laughed, watching his face soften with each gentle stroke. “What if I want you to melt?” she teased, her fingers tracing small circles on his temple.

He opened one eye, grinning lazily. “I’d let you. Anytime.”

Later that evening, they returned to the hotel with a few of his teammates. He was back to being Captain Confidence, holding the door for Y/N and guiding her into the elevator with a protective hand at her back. The guys were all there, chatting animatedly about race tactics, but Y/N caught the glances he kept throwing her way. Once they finally reached their floor and said goodbye to the others, he tugged her close, burying his face in her neck.

The moment they got inside their room, he pulled her close again, his hands wrapped around her waist, his face in her hair. “I missed you,” he murmured softly, swaying with her as if they were slow dancing.

Y/N ran her fingers through his hair again, watching him soften under her touch, and he let out a contented sigh. “I feel like I’ve been waiting all day just to be with you like this,” he admitted, his voice a low, tender whisper.

“You’re such a big baby,” she teased, though her eyes sparkled with affection. He pouted, though a playful smile soon spread across his face.

“For you, amor, always.

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HIII CAN U DO VOX X FEM!READER AND THE ONLY ONE BED TROPE THING?? I LOVE UR WORK BTWW🫂🫂

thank you so much, I’m really glad you do! Thanks for the love guys, I’m so sorry I’ve been falling off writing recently but this was kinda fun to write hehe, hope you don’t mind that I put my own spin to it!

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             ꩜  ﹒     LOVE     HOTEL.   — vox ×   gender   neutral   reader.

wc. 1k. tags.   suggestive ,   mentions  of  fingers  around  sensitive  areas  ,   vox  is  pro  consent  omg  wow  ,   catching  you  almost  naked  ,   making  out  ,   fluff  ,   both  reader  and  vox  being  adorable

“Are you uncomfortable?”

Truly a strange question to ask.

Though, ‘strange’ and ‘Vox’ were never bound for the same sentence. No one would believe you if you’d ever tried to tie Vox down with such a word. No, not when you both laid in a red—or maybe pink, the colors were ever shifting just as the room had been in your slightly drunken state—tinted room.

Sirens wailed in the muffled distance, hell’s white noise slipping through closed windows as you laid on your back in bed. The room’s air conditioning was just starting to seep into your skin now, and when you touch your arm it’s almost electric how you don’t feel cold but your flesh does.

You can taste the stale air when you dampen your lips with a brief swipe of your tongue.

“No, I just … I didn’t think I’d be checking into a love hotel with, well—you, of all people.”

“Ouch.”

“I’m nobody, Vox. And you’re … you’re whatever your audience wants you to be.”

“Alright. This is getting personal,” Vox grunted as he rose from the bed, almost like a dressed corpse coming to life before he disappeared into the bathroom.

“Showering?”

“Mhmm,” he called from beyond the door he left ajar.

Your clothes clung to your previously sweat-slick skin. It had been your time now to sit up as you got up from your bed to change out of your shirt. The robes would have probably done just fine, at least, it wouldn’t retain the smell and memory of the night you spent with a man you’d just met. Oh god, you heard yourself think that as if the night had ended.

Your pants had completely been kicked off to the floor by now as you wandered over to the closet. You caught the brief second of darkness within before the lights flickered to action, presenting you with a pink robe with furry white lapels with hearts that trailed down them.

“Hey have you—”

You turn to your left and freeze up completely. The alcohol in you made a poor attempt at shooting up your system but it didn’t mean that it hadn’t rattled you just as much as the current situation had … oh god.

Vox’s eyes briefly zip down where they shouldn’t, and god, you thanked whoever had clearly possessed this headache-inducing room that you still had your undergarments on but neither of you had been inclined to move.

Finally, you rolled your eyes, then quickly regretted the motion that took your head for a spin before you scoffed.

“Vox. Please.”

“Please what, dear?”

“A love hotel, really?” You finally let out the question held within the grasp of what withered self restraint you had left.

“I called up Vel and Val, the tit fuckers used my house for their stupid dinner party. Said they had a deal to close and my house was apparently the least trashed. And anyway, this is the best love hotel on this side of the pentagram, and …”

Vox’s hand crawled up the closet door where your hand still rested.

He ran the tip of his index finger down your forearm. The faint yet acute touch of his nail guard had you reeling back a shiver you couldn’t let free. You clenched your jaw.

“We did meet at a bar.”

Vox’s eyes had dropped to half-mast now, and it wasn’t as though you hadn’t seen this coming.

“Vox,” you couldn’t help the smile that overtook your complexion. “You’re a handsome guy—”

“Mhmm—”

“But I’m just … not looking for that right now.”

“I know. But I just find it funny that you should say that because … I’m still looking at your incredibly bare body.”

“Underwear.”

“Doesn’t make you any less sexier.”

And you don’t know what came over you in that moment, but your arms crash landed around his neck as you tasted him on your lips, his tongue quick to lap at your mouth as you opened wide for him too.

Your body was too hot on his, his own hardware whirring so loud that you heard it over the moist sounds of your tongues meeting.

Even if you had really thought this over, really, this might have been the worst and best decision you would ever make—worst because you barely know this man and you knew people who smiled for the press were shells of who they once were. Can’t put your tongue into or around something that’s hollow, that’s just wasting time.

But it was the best, because, oh fuck did his fingers feel so goddamn good where they lingered. And he hasn’t even slipped them into your underwear yet.

But you grabbed his wrist at the highest height of your hastened heart and you smiled at him.

“I’m sorry. I can’t.”

Vox looks down at you for a moment, almost as if he’d needed a moment to part with the view before he gave you a little nod.

“Fuck. Okay.”

After you both untangled yourselves from each other, it hadn’t taken very long for you to settle down on the bed, your arms around him as he draped his arms around you as well, adjusting your duvets to cover you up nicely as he rubbed your shoulders.

“You cold?”

“No. You?”

“I’m just fine. You keep me overheating, you know.”

“Oh, Vox, you have such a way with words!” You dramaticized, and you chuckled almost like a small child but his shoulders shook as he joined you.

“Fuck you. It wouldn’t have been bad if we fucked.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I don’t kiss and tell, sweetheart.”

“Of course not. Vox shooting his load in sinner trash? Oh god, what will the papers say?” You had begun to think you were getting too good at this.

“Oh, darling.”

Vox’s hands left your body only to arrive at your chin as he angled it to face him.

“You’re not sinner trash.”

“Is that so?”

“My dear if the exterminations rained down today, they would have taken you back.”

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I really love your self-aware AU! It's awesome! Would it be okay to request some headcanons (or a snippet of something whatever makes you happiest) for self-aware Riddle and/or Malleus?

Have a great day!

-🍰Anon

I'm glad people are enjoying my AU! Shout out to @writingforatwistedworld, whose own Self-Aware AU inspired my own.

You assumed that everyone who ever played Twisted Wonderland had two things on their isekai bucket list; attending a feast at Scarabia to try Jamil’s cooking and being invited to an Unbirthday Party at Heartslabyul to try a sweet made by Trey.  Now getting invited to a feast at Scarabia was ridiculously easy.  One day you walked up to Kalim and shouted, “Omg, look at that cloud, it totally looks like a pony.  We should have a party.”  Kalim enthusiastically agreed.  You worried a little that Jamil would corner you and chew you out for such blatant manipulation, but luck was with you, and he only gazed at you with interest from across the room.

In fact, so many situations in NRC seemed to just go your way that you wondered if you had some sort of “main character” protection that prevented anything from going really really wrong with your plans.  If that was the case, then you reasoned, you could be bold and try to get the Red Ruler himself to invite you to an Unbirthday Party.  Plus, you’d already tried to hint to Ace and Deuce about it, but Ace would only complain.  “Come on, Prefect, you don’t want to hang out with all those guys.  Isn’t it better when it’s just us alone?” 

You did feel a little guilty about going behind your friend’s backs on this matter.  Especially with how shaky the relationship was between Ace and Riddle, who always seemed locked in some eternal competition over…something…when you were around.  You’d never quite worked that one out.  You suppose there are just nuances to things that the old TWST game couldn’t convey.  You could always feel the tension between them though, whenever you were in the room.  But if you were going to betray friendship for anything, it might as well be cake.

Your opportunity came sooner than you expected.  The very next day, you encountered Riddle carrying a stack of books back to the library.  You felt very much like Azul when you ran up to him and offered to help him carry the load (for a price, ha ha ha) back to the library.  He looks at you startled when you offer but slowly a red tint creeps into his face.  You start to worry if you’ve really messed up and are about to get one of Riddle’s famous outbursts when instead he stammers in agreement.  “I..I don’t really need your assistance.  But…but if you’d like…I’d certainly be glad for YOUR company.”  You give a sigh of relief and accept a portion of the books, you felt like you narrowly avoided a disastrous hit to your plans.

You attempted to chat him up on the way to the library, but each lighthearted question or joke was met with a short and serious response.  You realized that you really didn’t understand Riddle much at all.  It was like there was a difference in status you couldn’t overcome to get to where you were friends.  Even after the Overblot incident (which you very reluctantly took your place in), Riddle seemed to treat you with a nervous reserve.  You felt like it was the sort of relationship you’d have with your boss or a celebrity or something; like he was too afraid to be himself so he kept a façade of formality over all his interactions. 

Even so, when you set the stack of books down on the librarian’s desk, you had really expected a friendly invite to the Unbirthday party next Tuesday.  I mean, come on, you had helped him lug that stack of books all the way here; that had to be worth something, right?  Instead, he merely looked at you and fidgeted nervously still with the slight flush in his cheeks.   You wondered mildly if he was getting sick or even if he could get sick.  Do game characters get sick except for random romance events?  And this wasn’t even that sort of game so maybe no one gets sick here at all.  You tried to remember if any of the NPC’s in your class had ever failed to attend class due to sickness but were roused from your thoughts by a small voice, “I guess I should go then.” 

“NO!” you shouted, the loud sound echoing off the library walls.  You wince at the volume, but Riddle hardly seems to notice, instead he looks at you wide eyed and silently.  Finally, you remind yourself that you have main character energy and boldly grab his hand and announce, “You are looking like you could use some air.  We should take a walk somewhere.”  Then you stride off, forcing him to follow by tugging on his hand.  He follows you and then quickly increases his pace to walk beside you while, surprisingly, increasing the pressure on your hand.  You smile, he probably never had friends to walk with as a child.  It’s been ages since you held hands with your childhood friends for a stroll, but you were happy to humor him.  So, you give him a small smile and ask, “Where should we walk.”

He hesitantly suggests, “The rose maze at Heartslabyul is lovely this time of year.”  You smile at him brightly and say, “What a great suggestion, I’d just LOVE to spend more time with you at Heartslabyul.”  At this, he looks at you with an adorable smile and gives your hand another squeeze.  Then he breathlessly remarks, “Well, well then…shall I lead the way?”  And so he does, taking you deep into the rose maze.  He provides some commentary on certain points of interest (the hedgehog pens, the croquet field) until you arrive at what he announces as the Tea Garden.  Your breath rushes out as you lay eyes on the familiar background from your old game.  If there was ever a place to lay a hint on him, this was it.

“Wow, its so beautiful here,” you begin in mock innocence, “I really wish I had more occasions to come here.”  Riddle looks at you and then seems to get an idea, “Ah yes, yes!  Of course, you should feel free to walk the gardens whenever you like, Prefect.”  Ok, that wasn’t exactly what you were going for; time to hint harder.  “Oh, but I’d be so lonely here by myself.  Maybe, if there was a reason to come here with you.  I confess I’d like to spend more time with you, Riddle,” finishing up your statement with a coy look.  You see him mouth ‘confess’ to himself over and over, while you silently urge him to put it together and invite you to the damn Party already.

“Well…well,” he hesitantly begins, staring deep into your eyes, “if that is how you truly feel, how can I say no?”  You smile radiantly at him, SUCCESS!  Seeing your smile causes him to smile at you in return.  He squeezes your hand once again and says in a much more confident voice, “Yes, well why not?  If this is your choice, then why shouldn’t I ask you to tea?  Would you please join me next week?  We can have tea and I’ll help you study for your history exam.”  ‘Bonus,’ you think as you heartily agree.

Only one thing bothers you when you think back on it later.  Why would you study for your history exam?  That exam was on Monday and the Unbirthday Party was on Tuesday.  It was strange to study for the next exam the very day after taking the previous one.  You just chuckle and chalk it up to being Riddle and his crazy studious nature.

All that night, Riddle lay awake in bed, unable to sleep.  How had this happened?  He hardly knew.  The Player (THE PLAYER) had confessed their love for him and asked to join him on a date.  Now technically, it was against the rules for the inhabitants of Twisted Wonderland to interact with the Player in that way, but this was one rule that even Riddle was willing to break.  He couldn’t wait for Sunday to arrive and your very first date.

You remembered the first day you attended class in Twisted Wonderland.  You’d been wildly excited to attend classes (about magic!) and see all the characters from your favorite game.  That ended at lunch.  You’d been in line, waiting for your turn to buy a sandwich, when you’d heard an unsettling voice behind you, “Hee hee, you’re so short, I’mma call you Shrimpy.”  You’d turned to look over your shoulder carefully and met the mismatched eyes of Floyd Leech.  Only for a moment before he smiled and all your attention belonged to those sharp, pointed teeth.  It was then that you realized the appeal of a character was not the same in a game, where you were safe behind a screen, as it was in real life.  In real life, a dangerous mafioso eel is actually rather intimidating to stand in front of in a line.

For that reason, you feel rather strange about the possibility that you’d one day meet Malleus Draconia.  Before the Floyd incident, you’d been excited to be ‘that student’ the one who wasn’t at all afraid of him and you’d just become super friends right away.  Only, now you wondered if you’d actually cower silently or join the ranks of the many nervous NPC’s that dash out of his way in the hall.  You wonder how much credence to put into the mysterious aura TWST claimed for him to have. 

It remained only a thought in your head until the day you turned a corner in the hall to see the infamous Diasomnia crowd coming down the other end of the hall.  It was immediately obvious that, yes, Malleus had quite the ominous aura.  You might have stood silently in the hall and let him turn toward the third year’s classrooms without saying a word except, you seemed to also have some strange aura as an isekai’d student.  Students backing away from the imposing Diasomnia guards would suddenly become aware of you and stop, unsure of which way to turn.  Before long, the entire hallway was at a stand-still.  The only change was that the Diasomnia students had become aware of you and were watching with keen interest. 

You cursed your fate in TWST, the game seeming to insist that you be the main character in each awkward situation; the decision of how to progress the route entirely left to your own designs.  “Um,” you begin awkwardly, “How wonderful, I had been meaning to talk with you Malleus?” You cringe at how your statement ends up being more of a question than a request.  It has the desired effect though; students look back and forth between you in awe and then quickly empty from the halls.  In a short time, only you and the four students from Diasomnia remain.

Malleus turns curious eyes to you and enquires, “You wished to have words with me, Child of Man?”  Here all your daydreams fall apart; at no time during all your earlier visions of talking to Malleus did you actually plan something to say to him.  You stare at him, wide eyed and then feel your mouth open and were horrified when words emerged, “Gargoyles.  I just love ‘em.”  Malleus’s eyes open wide and then he smiles slightly, putting his hand to his mouth, as though pondering that deep wisdom, “Is that so?”  You nod dumbly, “Oh yeah, I wish there was like a way to learn more about them…” 

The way his eyes lit up in delight erased any uncertainty you had been feeling.  You felt all your misgivings about him evaporate; he wasn’t the fearsome Malleus Draconia, he was your friend Tsunataro!  You smiled at him and the others, genuine warmth creeping into your expression.  Lilia looks back and forth between you and then smiles knowingly, “Well boys, why don’t we just move along and let these two talk, hmm?”  Then he makes shooing motions at Silver and Sebek to herd them down the hall, pausing to give you a wink before following.  You decided that Lilia was as strange in person as he was in the game; who winks at someone the first time you meet? 

You turn your attention back to Malleus and are shocked to find him right at your side.  How can someone that large move so quietly?  You resist the impulse to back up and look up into his eyes instead.  He chuckles, “My, you are a brave one.”  Instead of being offended, he looks rather happy at the prospect.  “Perhaps you are brave enough to join me in Gargoyle Studies club?” he offers with feigned indifference.  You smile up at him and lay a hand on his arm in a friendly fashion, “Of course Malleus, I’d love to join you!” 

He looks startled for a moment, “You know who I am?  And you’d still join me?”  You laugh and think, ‘oh, it’s this plotline.’  So, you sweetly reply, “Of course, I’m not afraid of you at all.”  He smiles in amusement, “No?”  You fluster and start stammering, “No, not at all.  I mean you were my favorite in the game.  I really think you look cool in your dorm uniform and the way you banter at the other dorm leaders is so fun.”  You shake your head in embarrassment and return your eyes to his face only to find him rather shocked.  “Game…” he says slowly, and your eyes go wide; you’d broken the only rule of this world; you’d spoken of the ‘game.’  You were speechless, standing rooted in the hall and no longer feeling like such a main character. 

Finally, Malleus smiles with all his teeth displayed, “Player, how bold of you to speak out.”  You thought he meant to be friendly but suddenly, it seemed rather ominous.  “I…I think I’m not supposed to talk about that.  Can you not tell the others?”  He chuckles deeply and places a hand on your shoulder, “Worry not, dear Player.  This shall be our secret.”  You let out a small sigh of relief, at least this player business wouldn’t be all over the school.  Then he leans closer and whispers, “And you’ll join me in the Gargoyle Studies Club, yes?”  You nod, “Oh yes, I will.  I…I’m looking forward to it?”  You no longer sound confident at all, but his eyes narrow in satisfaction as he allows you to depart.  You do so quickly, wondering if anything bad would come of your misstep.  Surely not, it was only the one time and you’d be sure never to make that same mistake again!

Malleus watches you go with great pleasure.  A secret shared; such things are binding between the two who share it.  As a fae, he knew better than most how such bindings can be made to be more permanent.  Yes, it was true that speaking to the Player in such a manner was taboo.  However, Malleus was a Prince of the Dark Court; what care did he have for taboo?  He’d dare far more to bind the Player to his side.  This, this was just a fortuitous beginning to a very long partnership between you.  He’d make sure of it.

[theemporium]

omg can we please have some fluff with Danny and Plus size reader celebrating?

or them having a cute night out/in?

thank you for requesting!🖤

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“Red or white?”

Daniel turned his head away from the takeout menu he was looking at, his phone still pressed against his ear as the call ran through. He shot you a look, though the smile growing on his face made it clear he couldn’t keep a straight face around you.

“Ouch, tough crowd,” you murmured with a teasing smile, already holding a bottle of his own branded cabernet in one hand and two wine glasses in the other. “I really think you should make some white wine though.”

He let out a snort, a quick and bashful noise. “There goes your anniversary present.”

“You made me a wine, Ricciardo? Oh wow, you’ve set the bar high for my next boyfriend,” you commented, and the second you were within arm’s length, he was reaching out for you.

With his right hand still holding his phone to his ear, he wrapped his left arm completely around your middle, squeezing you into his side. He rested his head against your stomach, grinning a little when you placed the bottle and glasses down and let your hand drop to his curls.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna just go and pick it up?” you asked, your eyes glazing over the Italian menu he had sprawled over the table. You didn’t even have to tell him your order, your boy knew you. “It’s just down the—“

“And get you out of this?” Daniel shook his head. “Baby, that would be a crime.”

It had been a lazy day for you both. With it being summer break and no work duties for another two weeks, you had been soaking in the days spent with your boy.

The first half of the season had been downright brilliant for Daniel, ending almost every race weekend on the podium and even a handful on the top step. He was used to fast pace and high speeds, but right now, he just wanted to embrace these quiet nights in with you.

Especially if it meant you were prancing around the apartment in just one of his Enchante t-shirts and a pair of panties.

“You’re a simple man to please, Ricciardo,” you teased after he had placed the order in, dropping his phone to the table and turning his full attention to you.

His hands gripped your thick thighs, squeezing the fat generously before he moved up to cup your ass. He looked up at you, his chin pressed into the soft tissue of your stomach and he grinned.

“What more could I need than you?” he asked, and that alone answered more than needed to be said.

“I love you,” you murmured, your eyes glancing over his face with a wistful sigh before you leaned down to press a kiss against his lips. “And I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“I’d be nothing without you, honey,” he murmured, a cheesy smile on his face and his cheeks blushing your favourite shade of pink. “Now, c’mon, choose the movie we are going to ignore for the rest of the evening.”

You let out a soft gasp when the sound of him slapping your ass echoed through the room.

But Daniel stood up, only chuckling at the look on your face before he leaned down to kiss you again, his hands cupping your face.

“I love you,” he murmured against your lips, his chest tightening at the way you smiled in response. “And I can’t wait to stuff you with pasta before I stuff you with my c—”

“Danny!” You playfully slapped his chest, your face burning at the intention of his words but he quickly caught your hand and wrapped his arms around you.

“Sorry not sorry, pretty girl, guess I just become a caveman around you,” he mused. “But seriously, one glass of that wine and having that pretty ass in front of me, I really won’t be able to help myself.”

You laughed. “Well, there goes my surprise.”

Daniel paused, his brows furrowed together. “What surprise?”

But you only smiled, pulling out of his hold so you could make your way toward the living room to set the movie up.

“Baby! Don’t do this to me! What surprise?!”

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[simplydannie]

Oooh! What if Veneer looks back on the good times he and Velvet had with Floyd like how Merida looked back on a childhood memory of her mom, remembers what Floyd means to him, frees him, and urges him to leave? With the parting being similar to how Poppy and Bridget parted.

Also, with the context of Floyd being V&V's father figure and V&V having known him since they were thirteen, I don't think it would make sense for Veneer to refer to Floyd as a little guy.

No definitely not. But I’d like think the poison of too much Troll essence alters your brain chemistry. Some reality and illusion tend to collide. Veneer would loose those memories of what Floyd really mean to him.

First of all, Brave is one of my all time favorite movies!! And omg yess!! That would be the sweetheart gesture, sweetest moment they could share! The bracelet in this story derives from the my story here :

Let Go

They did it.

Velvet and Veneer had won the Lifer Award. They were at the top, and that’s where Velvet, and their manager, intended for them to stay. But at what cost? Nearly the cost of the life of a little Troll who was once dear to them.

Floyd was on the brink of death…. There was still no sign of Brozone. Veneer surely thought that their performance at the Rage Doom would’ve killed him, but the little Troll had a lot of fight.

All this because Veneer got mad at him, because he grew afraid that Floyd would’ve really left him… so he trapped him. Now here they were, literally sucking the life out of him.

Veneer tossed and turned that night. He couldn’t sleep, as if memories were trying to come back to him. He knew at one point the Troll meant something to him. He’d have dream at night, dream about the small Troll caring for them. But those were just dreams weren’t they? Dreams about something he truly desired…. A family.

Veneer took a deep breath and finally closed his eyes, humming to himself a tune he heard a while ago. As he drifted, the dreams started coming back to him:

In this dream he awoke one morning to find a box slid under his door. He went over, knelt down and opened it. There was a note:

Veneer,

There’s so much I want to give you. So much I’d do for you and your sister, but the means right now won’t allow it. This is a little something from culture I want to pass down to you. I hope it fits. And I hope you love it’s.

Love, Floyd.

Opening the box was a bracelet, a bracelet woven together with bright colors of string and yarn. He couldn’t remember why he was feeling sad, but he felt that sadness go away. Joy came to Veneer as he put the bracelet on. He ran to his drawer and took a paper and pen….

In another dream, it was Veneer crying alone. He came home from school one day and went straight toward his room. He avoided anyone so not to worry them, but the one little person who noticed was Floyd. He silently entered Veneers room, tiptoeing to the closet where he could hear the young Rageouns cry, Veneer was 16 at the time.

“Ven?” Floyd called out.

“I’m fine! My tummy just hearts.” Veneer lied. Floyd didn’t take any chances. He pushed open the closet door. Floyd found Veneer curled up at the corner of his closet, his face hidden between his knees.

“Ven?” The small Troll crawled up on Veneers knees, placing a small hand on his head. “Ven, look at me.” Veneer slowly but surely lifted his head. “Ven! What, what happened?”

His right eye was bruised, lip split open.

“They… I don’t know they all make fun of me… why the other kids my age don’t like me. Am I really that strange? That different?” Veneer sobbed back into his knees.

“No! Don’t you dare think that! People who punish you for being who you are afraid of you. It’s because you’re different that your special.” Floyd declared.

“I just want a friend Floyd….just one friend.”

“It’s better to be surrounded by the few who love you than those who wouldn’t care. You’ll make that friend one day, Ven. I love you for who you and your sister both are.”…….

Veneers eyes bursted wide open.

He sat up on his bed. Throwing the sheets off of him, he marched to his drawer. Something came to his mind. He wasn’t sure if it was a memory, or just a dream. Opening a small compartment, he stuck his hand inside, rummaging around, wondering if he’d find it….. There was nothing. He was about to give up hope until…Veneers hand fell upon something. Pulling it out he saw it…..

The bracelet from his dream…. Only it wasn’t a dream, those were all memories. Floyd really had meant something to them. And not just a mere friend… but family…. A father. Clenching his fists, Veneer took a deep breath and walked out his door.

Floyd laid inside the encased diamond. He wasn’t sure how he survived the Rage Dome show, but he was glad that his brothers weren’t there yet, it meant they were safe somewhere. He heard the door open in whatever room he was in, too weak to look up… Floyd slowly began to except that he breath he took would’ve been his last.

Floyd could feel the diamond be lifted… he opened his eyes to see who it was, but everything was a blur. He was weak, so, so weak. The small Troll could hear a voice, faint, and familiar, but he couldn’t make it out.

Floyd felt the diamond move and shake gently. He body slowly rolled out of the diamond, on to something warm.

“Floyd?” The voice was sad, it seemed like tears were in his eyes. “Floyd. Please move. Please do something.” The small manger to turn his head slightly towards the object in which the voice was coming from.

“…..Veneer….” His words soft, barely audible. Floyd closed his eyes, his breaths becoming slower.

“Please don’t did Floyd! I remember now. I remember everything. I don’t know why I couldn’t, but I do now. Please stay with me. I’m sorry Floyd! I didn’t mean to trap you in the diamond. I was scared of you leaving me. I didn’t want you to leave.” Veneer said through tears.

The Troll made no acknowledgements, no movement, he continued just lie there motionless, breaths becoming slower and slower.

“Floyd please.” He cried again, caressing the small Troll in his hand. “I’m sorry! I-I can’t loose another one…I can’t loose another dad.” He cried, tears slowly rolling down his face. “Velvet is sorry too, I know she is. She just has to remember just like me. And she will. Please….Please dad.”

Floyd slowly opened his eyes. He turned to look at Veneer, his eyes were closed, head resting against his arms as he still held Floyd. He suddenly saw the young 13 year old he met. The curious boy who saved him and brought him in….

“I’m sorry for almost leaving you guys.” Floyd managed to say, his color slowly return to him. Veneer lifted his head, his eyes filled with happiness as the small Troll slowly started to come back. Veneer nuzzled the Troll close to his face.

It felt like old times, they were just missing Velvet… but it occurred to Veneer that Floyd wasn’t safe. No matter if he and Velvet remembered, their manager would find a way to get her hands on the Troll and the rest of his family. Veneer stood up and walked over towards a vent. Taking off the cover, he peered inside… it seemed safe enough for Floyd, they had to lead somewhere.

Sensing a shift in behavior, Floyd gathered the strength to stand.

“Ven?”

“….You have to go….”

“What?” Floyd peered down the vent Veneer motioned too. “No! Not without you. Not without Velvet. We leave together! I learned my lesson. I let you fall into the hands of that evil woman who’s done nothing but abuse and groom you!”

“You have to go. Go find your brothers…. Your family.” Gently wrapping his hand around Floyd, Veneer held him over the vent. The Troll held a firm grasp on his hand, hugging his thumb.

“You guys are my family too! I’m done leaving family behind.” Floyd hugged Veneers thumb tightly, tears going down his face. Veneer smiled softly.

“You have to let go.”

“No!” He held on tighter.

“….Im sorry.” Veneer wrapped his other hand around Floyd gently, pulling his little embrace away. He held him over the vent and let go. Veneer covered the vent so Floyd couldn’t manage using his hair to climb back up. Tears rolled down his face as he heard Floyd call out his name as he went down…

But he was free… Veneer only had to deal with what consequences lay ahead.

[prettyoddfever]

Tumblr glitched while I was trying to answer this, but thankfully I took a screenshot of everything before refreshing because I legit cannot find that draft or question anywhere now, sorry. So here we go again...

I'll link to the post here. (btw any annoyance that might seep into my tone in my recent answers is NOT directed at the actual people asking... y'all are lovely). So that post is done in a very similar tone to the Ryden primers that the pre-split fandom posted, but I'm getting the sense that this is very very different... like that person seems to actually believe the content that they're posting is straight up facts (and even if they don't, the fact that you're referring to it as "infamous" probably implies that other people are at least treating it as real facts, so I'm still going to address it like the tone is serious). Here's an explanation of how the majority of the fandom used to view Ryden.

A lot of their pictures no longer show up, so I'm going to leave a wayback screen recording here for reference:

I'll just comment as I go through it if I have something to add:

I suppose that the tone of someone's comments is open to interpretation, so idc as much about whether those are misread or not.

That supposed AIM convo was shared as a myspace bulletin by Brent's brother Blake during the summer 2006 season when he was trying to stir up shit and was busy posting other inaccurate info too. I'm just saying to take it with a grain of salt. 

Ryan’s lj post on 9/27/05 was about the release of AFYCSO that day. He talked a lot in interviews that season about how it was weird for him to see so many fans singing his lyrics back to him.

uhh most of the pictures that this person lists "from this era" of 2004/2005 are actually from 2006. so they definitely know what they're talking about here lol.

they list one of Ryan's livejournal posts and then say "I'm not sure of the exact date, but I know it was some time in 06." It was from June 24, 2006. 

lol Audrey.

re: the Myrtle Beach theory

why is the part where Ryan called Brendon a golden god in late 2006 any different than when Brendon said this about Spencer that same season?

re: the 2006 mic-sharing & stage gay

fans would positively scream when Ryan & Brendon approached each other, especially in the last half of 2006. this moment in Munich in October 2006 seemed no different... the guys absolutely knew what they were doing.

the VMA performance just seemed like Ryan was still using Brendon as a safe space to look at so he wouldn't stare at his feet or guitar, but that is still very much something you could turn into a Ryden thing so carry on haha.

about the Rolling Stone interview

I'm laughing at the "squint a little harder" comment about finding Ryden content in 2008. That is so accurate. 

re: Dylan's myspace (yes, Keltie ran a myspace for Hobo that anyone could grab pics from).

Ryan absolutely sounds like he's saying dude... also that would be normal.

the picture of the bracelet is normal

I'm just going to link to this post since it addresses many similar inaccurate points about early 2009.

I was about to side eye them so hard for posting the Lana Jade letter as real, but at least they added that she made multiple posts explaining that it wasn't her. And yes, obviously Brendon's best friend was Shane (not Ryan).

omg Ryan's tattoos are not about Brendon. Those are Tom Waits lyrics. Ryan was good friends with Thomas Dutton. About a year before getting the tattoos, Ryan was hanging out with him on tour in the UK and later told Kerrang that “a friend of mine in Forgive Durden turned me on to Tom Waits when we were in the UK… I’ve been listening to him ever since. His voice is so rough and dark. I’d never really heard anything like that.”

the sharing beds idea was misunderstood in the Billboard interview... all 4 guys slept on bunkbeds in the same room when they were recording AFYCSO. That's what Brendon's referring to.

re: the Bishop Gorman tshirt… Ryan was hardly that size in high school. But Brent went to Bishop Gorman too (and so did Paulina, who was also friends with Brendon). Brendon did borrow some of Brent’s stuff in 2004/2005 (like money for food while they were first touring). Just saying… it's def interesting, but it’s not an automatic Ryden connection.

I didn't read Spencer's tone in that out.com interview the same way... there's some relevant bits in this post.

about the red shirt

here's my general tag for Ryden stuff

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

You had a hard long week and do a spa day face mask, hair treatment, body scrub and a long bath with your favorite peach bath salts Matt comes over even though you didn't expect him and all spa treatments he gets too. You sit together on the sofa with a glass of wine and a moisturizing mask on your face.

AH omg this is so stinking cute, I love it. I really enjoyed writing this, hope you like it💌 thank you

girls night with Matt (Matt x f reader)

wc || <1k

warnings || none (?)

masterlist + rules

taglist

Work this week has been awful, your boss had been on your case all week, it just felt like everything that could go wrong, went wrong. Luckily for you, it was Friday, which meant you were finally able to wash away the week- quite literally.

You had spent the evening taking care of yourself, laying in a long hot bath with your favourite peach bath salts while your hair mask worked its magic.

Stepping out of the bath feeling like a new woman, wrapping yourself in a satin nightgown before you began painting your toes. Applying some cuticle oil to your fingernails, massaging it in.

Hearing your door knock you walk over to check in the peephole. To your surprise, it was Matt.

Beaming as you opened the door to him. “Well hello there.”

“Hello, my Angel, may I come in?” He sweetly asks with his hands behind his back.

“Of course.” Kissing his lips sweetly as he enters.

“These are for you… I heard about your week, I’m sorry.” He empathetically grins as his head tilts to the side.

Beaming wider when he pulls a beautiful bouquet of flowers from behind him. “Matt… they’re gorgeous. Thank you so much.” Pecking quickly all over his face.

“You’re always welcome, I think they’re your favourite- but I can’t actually tell.” He jokes in an attempt to make you feel better.

His joke caught you off guard which made a laugh burst from behind your lips. “They are. Thank you.” Kissing his cheek as you walked towards the kitchen, filling up a vase before trimming the stems and arranging them. “You’re just in time.” You say while placing the vase on your dining table.

“For what?” He questions, sounding intrigued.

“Masks.” You giggled as you paced up towards him.

His smile matches your excitement. You both loved having these kinds of nights, some guys are too insecure to enjoy some pampering, but not Matt. He loved it when you acted and spoke to him like one of your girlfriends. It was quite a bit of a guilty pleasure, except neither of you felt guilty when doing it.

“Have a shower first and I’ll get everything ready.” You gushed. “I’ll get your stuff from your draw.” Smiling as you ran into your bedroom, collecting some bits and pieces for Matt. “You want to stay over?”

“Great, thanks, and yes I’d love to.” Grinning at you while he kicked off his shoes and removed his coat.

“I haven’t moved anything in there so it should all still be the same, I’ll go get the snacks ready.” Kissing his nose before leaving the room.

Filling the tray with all kinds of goodies; cut up fruit, chocolates and other nibbles. Opening a bottle of chilled rosé, holding two glasses in hand as you balanced everything to the coffee table. Setting everything down, lighting some candles and incense.

Matt enters the living room while he put on his t-shirt, grinning at you before taking a seat on the sofa.

“All squeaky clean?” You joke as you unscrewed the container of your favourite hair mask.

“Indeed.” He leans over to kiss you tenderly.

“Ready for girls' night?”

“Always.”

“Chin up.” Sitting atop of him, straddling him as you rubbed the conditioner into his hair, being sure to massage his scalp.

Wiping your fingers on the hand towel on your lap, you began to delicately swipe on a moisturising mask. Smiling as you did so.

Doing the same to yourself, gently applying the mask. Getting off Matt’s thighs, washing your hands before you jumped onto the sofa next to him.

“May I offer you some wine, my good friend?” You jest, holding the glasses and bottle.

“Most certainly, kind chap.” He jokes back, extending a hand.

You had this fun ongoing joke where you’d speak in an odd and old posh voice, you didn’t know how it started, but you both couldn’t stop doing it.

Filling his glass halfway, doing the same with yours, maybe a little more for you, oops. Slumping back into the sofa with your legs curled up under you.

“Snacks?” Turning to look at him after taking a sip from your glass.

“Oh, yeah.” Digging into the fruit with his fork. “Good selection.” He smiles in between his chew.

“I know right.” You say with a mouthful of mixed fruit.

“What were you going to watch?” He asks as he dug into the bag of chocolate.

“I was going to watch real housewives, but I don’t know if you want to listen to them bicker.” You chuckle.

“Yeah put it on, I wanna know what happened after that dinner.”

Laughing to yourself as you flicked through the tv. You love Matt- a lot, but when he was comfortable with stuff like this, it made you fall even harder.

[thegettingbyp2]

hii! (sorry if this is the wrong format, never done a request before)

omg I LOVE you writing and especially the Elvis "All Mine",,, any chance for an expansion on what happens after the events of that in the bedroom? Thank you!!

All Yours

It felt like hours that you were waiting for Elvis to come up to your room when, in reality it was about 20 minutes. You were laid out in the middle of the bed, only wearing a bra and panties, waiting, just like he told you too. You couldn’t help but think back to what had just happened on stage and you felt a rush of heat flood your core at the thought of what might have happened if Elvis had decided to take it further.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard the door close and Elvis walked into the room, still in his jumpsuit with a white towel draped around his neck. He stood at the foot of the bed, admiring the view of you lying in wait for him before he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand coming out to rest on the inside of your thigh, making you squirm, subtly trying to get him to inch his hand a bit higher.

‘You look beautiful tonight, baby,’ he said, smirking down at your body, ‘had to show you off and you did so good for me.’

You sat up and swung one of your legs across him so you were straddling his lap as you pulled him in for a kiss. Elvis’ arms instantly wrapped around your body, his hand running up your back until he was holding the back of your neck, keeping you pressed against him. ‘Elvis,’ you whimpered against his lips, your hips beginning to grind down gently on top of him.

‘What’s up, baby?’ he asked, the smirk on his lips letting you know he knew exactly what was going on as he pecked you lips gently one more time. ‘You liked me showing you off tonight? Liked the idea of everyone in that room knowing what I do to ya? You’d really let me fuck you in front of them all on that big piano?’

Your eyes fluttered closed at his words and you nodded, working your hips faster over him. ‘I’d let you do anything.’

‘Fuck, baby,’ you heard him mutter under his breath before he flipped the two of you around so you were lying underneath him on the bed, his lips instantly attaching to your neck. ‘So good for me, darlin’,’ he mumbled against your skin as he unclasped your bra, pulling it off of your body and throwing it somewhere behind him. One of his came down to cup one of your breasts in his hand, his thumb brushing gently over your nipple, causing your back to arch up into his touch. Your hands frantically tried to peel the jumpsuit off of his body, needing to feel his skin against yours, small cries leaving your lips whilst you struggled. ‘Hey come on now, little one, no more of that,’ he shushed you as he leant up to pull the jumpsuit off, leaving him naked as he pressed his body back against yours. ‘There ya go, that’s better, hmm?’

Your hands ran up his back, fingernails digging into his shoulders, making him hiss against your hip as he kissed his way down your body, swiping his tongue along the waistband of your panties. ‘Elvis, please,’ you whined pitifully, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging gently, ‘no teasing, not tonight.’

‘How can I say no when you ask prettily like that?’ he replied from between your legs, ‘especially when you’ve been so good for me tonight and I did tell you I’d give you a treat if you were good.’ You watched as Elvis took the waistband of your panties between his teeth as he tugged them down your legs before coming back up to press a gentle kiss to your clit.

Smirking at the whimper that left your lips, Elvis pushed your thighs open and ran his tongue up your pussy before zeroing in on your clit, drawing it between his lips and suckling gently as he slowly pushed two fingers inside you. You gasped at the sensation as his fingers slowly started to pump into you, getting you ready and it wasn’t long until you were on the edge of your first orgasm on the night, your fingers tugging harder in Elvis’ hair, causing him to chuckle against your clit, the vibrations around your throwing you over the edge, your hips bucking up against the arm Elvis had thrown across your hips to pin you down.

Elvis continued to gently lap at your pussy as you came down from your high before crawling back up your body, kissing you deeply. Your hips shifted restlessly as you could taste yourself on his tongue and your hand travelled down your body until you were able to wrap your fingers around his cock. ‘What do you think you’re doing, baby? Haven’t had enough?’ he teased, smiling widely.

‘Need you,’ you whimpered, bringing your eyes up to look at him as they began to fill with tears. The sight of your tear-filled eyes caused Elvis’ smile to dip slightly.

‘Hey, you have me,’ he reassured you, his thumb coming up to rub gently underneath your eyes. ‘I’m not going anywhere, I’m all yours.’

‘And I’m all yours,’ you replied as he lined himself up at your entrance.

‘And you’re all mine,’ he whispered, connecting your lips again as he pushed into you, the two of you clinging to each other for the rest of the night.

[mushiewrites]

Summer Afternoons

the final day of lee!George week....I can't believe this is over already omg. I just wanna thank everyone who participated or encouraged those of us who did, it honestly means so much to me ): ur all adorable and this was so much fun to do ): Anyway, today was a free day, and I chose to do a concept from the lovely @wishitweresummer (found here!) - it was originally lee!dream but Im insane and throw george in any situation so, yeah. This has been in my head every single day since the day summer posted it so.....I hope you enjoy! (also, remember to use the # "mushies lee!George week" if you participate! thank u!)

I also wanna mention - even though this is the last day of lee!George week, feel free to come back and do these prompts whenever you'd like! (and still use the hashtag so I can see as well!)

day 7 - free day! / prompts found here!

(lee!George / ler!Dream / ler!Sapnap : 2.5K words)

“George? Dream?” 

There was a soft knocking sound coming from outside of the room, followed by the twist of a doorknob and the creek of the door slowly being pushed open. George stretched his arms out, moving to bring them up to rub at his eyes but finding he only had movement in his right arm. He opened his eyes sleepily to see Dream curled up beside him, his left arm under the blonde’s head acting as a pillow as he continued to nap peacefully. He turned his attention to the sound of the door shutting, seeing Sapnap walking towards the bed, moving quietly and being careful to not wake Dream. 

“Hm?” The older boy mumbled, stretching his free arm above his head with a soft groan as he arched his back towards the ceiling until his body was shaking slightly. He let himself drop back down against the bed, moving a little closer to Dream to cuddle into him tighter. George turned his attention back to the younger boy standing at the side of his bed, watching his knees hit the side of the mattress every few seconds as he swayed back and forth on his feet. 

“I didn’t know where you guys went. I checked your room, and when you weren’t there I just figured I’d look here. What are you doing?” Sapnap spoke in a whisper, not wanting to disrupt the comfortable softness surrounding them. George rolled his shoulders back a few times and leaned his head to the side, wincing as it popped loudly before doing the same to the opposite side. He yawned and grabbed at Sapnap’s left hand, pulling lightly and giving him a gentle smile.

“Napping. Cuddling. Come here, please?” 

Sapnap giggled at the request, rolling his eyes with a fake sigh before climbing up onto Dream’s bed with the older two. He settled himself into George’s right side, laying his head over the brunette’s arm to mirror Dream. The younger boy threw his arm over George’s torso, letting the tips of his fingers land over Dream’s forearm. He ran his fingers up and down the skin a few times, biting his lip with a smile when the blonde let out a small squeak and the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile. Sapnap withdrew his hand so he didn’t accidentally wake him with his movements, not wanting to interrupt any rest Dream was able to squeeze into his busy schedule. 

“How long have you guys been napping?” Sapnap asked, closing his eyes with a smile as George knocked the hat off of his head and began carding his hand through the curls beneath it. The younger boy nuzzled himself into George’s neck, smiling against it when he felt George start to squirm slightly, feeling the elder’s cheek press against his forehead as his smile grew wider with an attempt to hold in the giggles that threatened to spill out at any second. 

“Whahat time is it?” George replied with a giggle as he squirmed slightly further towards Dream, trying to subtly escape Sapnap’s beard from scraping against the curve where his shoulder and neck connected. 

“Uh, it’s….not even one yet.” The younger boy fished his phone from out of his pocket, checking the time and then locking it before setting it on the bedside table to his right. George hummed in acknowledgement, furrowing his brows together as he thought about when they had first gone to Dream’s room to lay down.

“I’m not sure, I don’t even think it’s been an hour.” It was Sapnap’s turn to hum in response to George’s answer, nodding and pulling back slightly to lean part of his head on the soft pillows beneath them. 

“Well, we have all the time in the world to nap now.” Sapnap felt the rougher part of a tiny feather sticking out from one of the pillows graze his ear, shaking his head and moving it back slightly to get away from the light tickly feeling. 

“A Sap-nap. Get it?” George couldn’t stop himself from bursting into chirpy giggles, trying to stay as quiet as possible, turning to bury his face into Sapnap’s shoulder to help him muffle the noises he was trying to keep down. His attempt was ruined when Sapnap aimed a knuckle at his most sensitive rib, rubbing in a few times and giggling to himself when George squealed into his shoulder. 

“Yeheah, I get it, you little idiot,” Sapnap whispered closer to George’s ear, grunting when he felt the feather tickle over his ear again. He sat up onto his elbow, running his hand over the pillowcase to try and find the fuzzy culprit. “Hold on. There’s a stupid little fucking feather or something poking out, it keeps tickling me.” He continued to rub against the pillow with the palm of his hand, gasping when after a few seconds he was able to locate the annoying object. He held it up for George to see, grimacing at the little white feather in between his fingers. 

“That’s the thing that was bothering you? It’s like, not even two inches!” The elder rolled his eyes at Sapnap’s dramatics, chuckling at the pathetic looking thing in his hand. He watched as the younger boy twisted his lips up into a smirk, already sensing where this was going.

“You’d know two inches pretty well, wouldn’t you, Georgie.”

“Hey! What the fuck is that supposed to-”

“Nnnnh….shut up.”

The boy’s immediately pressed their lips into thin lines, turning their attention to the very sleepy looking blonde boy who was angrily looking back at them. He rolled his eyes with a huff, moving to stretch in a similar manner that George had just minutes before. 

“Oh Dream, I’m so sorry, George woke you up!” Sapnap spoke softly even as he threw the older boy under the bus, making George gasp in offense and whip his head towards the younger boy with his jaw dropped.

“I did not! You’re just as guilty! If it wasn’t for you and your stupid feather, this wouldn’t have- AHAHAHA HEY! STOHOHOP!” 

It seemed Dream wasn’t interested in anything George had to say, having taken Sapnap’s side and using the hand he wasn’t lying on to squeeze along the left side of George’s rib cage. The brunette squealed and launched himself into louder cackles as Sapnap joined in, rubbing his knuckle into his worst rib once again and making Dream follow suit on the opposite side. 

“WHY! S-STOHOHOP! PLEHEHEASE, G-GEHEHET OFF!” George twisted his body the best he could, pulling at his arms but whining when both boys sat up slightly, leaning an elbow over each of George’s forearms to make sure he stayed down against the blankets. “THIHIS IS- NAHAHA IT’S SOHOHO MEAN!”

“You woke me up, George. If you ask me, I’d say that’s mean!” Dream countered his complaint, giggling when George’s laughter jumped an octave as Sapnap swiped the white feather over the smaller boy’s tricep. Dream stopped his tickling, his attention now on the tiny object in Sapnap’s hand. “Where on earth did you find that?” 

“From your stupid feather pillows! It kept poking me in my ear so I just….pulled it out.” Sapnap explained sheepishly, giggling when Dream broke out into bright giggles himself. 

“Let me see.” Dream motioned for Sapnap to pass him the feather, his smile growing as George began to screech when Dream dangled it over his open underarm. 

“What’s wrong, it’s like, ‘not even two inches!’” Sapnap mocked the elders previous comment, feigning a horrible British accent to add injury to insult. George squirmed as Dream grabbed his shirt sleeve between his pointer and middle fingers, stretching it down and inching the feather closer to the opening. 

“Nonono! No, plehehease, I didn’t dohoho anything!” 

“You woke him up, darlin’!” Sapnap noted happily, a hint of his southern drawl shining through and giggling when Dream reached over and poked at his cheek in response to the accent. 

“Darlin’.” Dream repeated, mostly to himself, making the other two laugh. The blonde watched as George threw his head back into the pillows with his eyes shut, recognizing this as his chance to pounce. He quickly shot his hand forward, wiggling the soft point of the feather directly into the center of George’s armpit, eyes widening with amusement when George jerked his body towards Sapnap with a cackle. 

“NAHAHAHA no! Nohohoho NOHO! D-Dreheheheam!” George kicked his feet against the bed as he continued his cackles, feeling Dream dragging the feather in circles under his left arm, making a huge spiral and drawing it tighter as he would reach closer to the center again. 

“Wait, there’s no way it’s that bad. Let me try!” George opened his eyes just in time to see the two pass the feather between them, this time jolting towards Dream when Sapnap ran the feather quickly up the side of his neck to make him squeal. 

“Dohohon’t! Stohohop!” The elder cried out as Sapnap traced the feather directly under George’s ear on the side of his neck, grinning as Dream used the hand he wasn’t leaning on to softly grip George’s jaw to hold him in place. 

“Don’t stop? Well, if you insist, baby!” 

Dream let out a tiny wheeze when George shrieked at his statement, trying and failing to shake his head out of his grasp. Sapnap knew how sensitive the spot under George’s ear was and took pity on him, quickly following Dream’s lead and shoving the feather up George’s sleeve and into the hollow of his right armpit. He was much less precise with his movements, wiggling it around over any spot he could to find the best reaction. Sapnap stopped and observed his movements when George screeched, noticing where the feather was tickling. Dream let go of his jaw, allowing the older boy to thrash his head from side to side as he lost himself in his own laughter.

“Oh, this is a good spot, huh, Georgie?” Dream leaned over as Sapnap spoke to watch the feather saw back and forth over the inner side of his underarm, where the muscle was pulled taunt and put on display with the way Sapnap was holding his arm down. 

“Nohoho no! Plehehease not- nohOHHOT THEHERE!” The oldest boy was in near-hysterics at this point, kicking harder against the blankets and making them curl into a messy pile beneath him. 

“Not there? Okay, what about….here?” 

George began howling suddenly when Sapnap turned the feather in his hand and started poking into the skin at the center of his armpit softly with the rougher part of it. Dream placed his hand on George’s chest and gently pressed down, keeping him stuck to the bed rather than keep trying to fling himself forward and side to side to get away from the feather. 

“Wait, I want another try!” Dream whined after a few minutes of watching George laugh himself silly. Sapnap sighed in fake annoyance, handing Dream the feather once more and smirking as he replaced Dream’s hand on George’s chest with his own. 

“Oh my gosh, you’re such a little squirmy thing today, aren’t you?” Sapnap commented with a smirk, pleased with the way George’s blush seemed to deepen at the remark. He turned to bury his head into Sapnap’s shoulder again, groaning and breaking into cackles as Dream slid the feather into his sleeve and traced the rougher stem of the feather in little circles under his arm. 

“Just so giggly, Georgie.” Dream commented quietly, continuing his torment.

“N-Nohoho more, plehehease! Plehehease, softer!” George pouted through his laughter, revealing himself from his hiding place in Sapnap’s shoulder and flashing Dream his teary eyes to show him just how tickled out he was. The blonde immediately complied, caving instantly and switching the feather to the soft part to continue tracing tiny circles along the sides of his armpit. 

“Dream, I think our kitten is a little tired out, don’t you think?” George was surprised to hear the statement from Sapnap but was thankful he did, taking in a much needed breath of air when Dream reluctantly pulled the feather back out of his sleeve and turned to his left to place it on the bed sheets beside him. 

“What happened to you, tough guy? Giving up so soon on torturing our little Gogs, hm?” Dream seemed equally as surprised as George, giggling through his accusation as Sapnap shook his head with a slight blush rising to his cheeks. George continued to laugh his little heart out, turning back towards Sapnap and burying his face into the curly haired boy’s neck to hide and muffle his lingering giggles.

“Come on, Dream, look at him! He’s being so soft and shy, how can you torture him when he’s like this?” Sapnap questioned back, moving his palm from the center of George’s chest and instead wrapping it around the smaller boy’s torso and pulling him closer. 

“Okay, I guess you do have a point there.” Dream lifted up to lean on the palm of his hand, allowing George to move his arm from under him and loop it completely around Sapnap instead. 

The two younger boys laughed at the way George immediately clung to Sapnap, unable to wrap their heads around the fact that George was allowing himself to be so soft with them. Dream wasn’t about to ruin it by commenting on it though and instead slotted himself behind George, wrapping his left arm around the tiny waist in front of him and allowing Sap to adjust his arm to hang over Dream’s shoulder, successfully encasing George in the tightest, most comfiest cuddle hug they could make.

Within seconds the two heard George’s breathing even out, letting them know he had finally fallen asleep. The two whispered back and forth for a minute before deciding to nap as well, both closing their eyes and cuddling in close together. There was a comfortable silence blanketing the room, only to be broken seconds later by Dream. 

“Hey Sap?” He whispered, lifting his head up slightly and opening one eye. He watched the youngest boy scrunch his nose at the disturbance, a slight smile forming anyway before he answered. 

“Yeah?” 

“Don’t think I won’t remember that the feather tickled your ears.” He watched as Sapnap dipped his head down to bury his face in George’s hair, catching a glimpse of the reddening cheeks before he was completely hidden from Dream’s view.

“Try me and I’ll tape it inside your belly button.” 

Dream whined quietly at that, feeling his own face heat up as his attempt to tease Sapnap majorly backfired on him. 

“Whatever!” Dream spat back, closing his eyes and settling back down against the smaller boy in his arms. He pressed his forehead to the nape of George’s neck, smiling through his blush as he fell asleep to the sounds of Sapnap’s raspy giggles, and the thoughts of exactly what he was just threatened with playing out in his mind.

[icey--stars]

Omg TELL ME MORE ABOUT BOTH 13 IDEAS RN … please 🥺

first off, i love you. thank you for the excitement XD

okay, the full overview of the idea is to be a sister to aelin or eris. onto the individual things... hehe. just did it in bullet points for my own sanity. (i went overboard, but YOU ASKED! i was having fun XD)

also please nobody steal these ideas without asking 😭 because i really like how unique i made it and i DO want to post it eventually

Aelin's Sister:

first off, she's the older sibling

i actually fully wrote out a timeline for this particular one because i felt like i had to get the ages right and stuff sooo lemme just give you this first off and then go over the points

basically, i named the OC "Aeress" because yes. had to keep the "AE" vibe going.

Aeress is 9 when Aedion is born and 14 when Aelin is born

At the age of 21, however, Aeress basically went missing. She was with her family (mom and dad) in the Whitefang mountains when a tribe attacked.

She was determined to be dead after being missing for an entire month

HOWEVER, the real story is that she was captured.

Here's the actual written version:

“When I was in the White Fang Mountains, just a simple vacation if you remember, sidekick, a wild tribe attacked us. Humans, all of them, but some had ice magic. We defended ourselves and the guards got Mother and Father to safety. However, they didn’t notice me getting grabbed and thrown on the back of a horse, bleeding from my calf that’d been cut.

“They took me, traveling far. I healed myself when I could, but they put me in iron after the leader realized that I was with them. There was no returning me without full blown war, so instead they faked my death. They took me as a war prize and a slave.”

---

“For a year, they kept me in the Ferian Gap, hidden in the tunnels there. They didn’t even notice when I Settled. I was to mine ice for them, and to appease them. It was impossible for me, an untrained idiotic princess, to escape, so I stayed and waited. My chance came soon after when magic fell. I’d been unchained with only iron cuffs on at that moment. I ran in the chaos of the mountains shuddering, to where the witches trained. A mountain in the Omega.”

---

“After that, with magic gone, I was not skilled enough, I felt, to leave the Ferian Gap, and brave Adarlan with the news I spied on from the tribe. I survived off of them for a good six years, unwilling to brave the valleys and predators without my magic and without any skills of survival. I was untrained and very killable at that moment. I did my best with a sword I stole, but… an untrained arm can only do so much. The mining helped slightly, but not enough.

“Anyway, six years later, humans appeared at my little mountain hideout. These were the humans who created and tested out the current wyverns of the witches’. However, I was still a goddamn idiot, so I got captured. I was a prize for the wyverns and they didn’t even know who I was. But they kept me alive, so I lived like that for a little. 3 years or so, which wasn’t that bad. 

“The wyverns were useless for a while, but the humans seemed to not think of me like a slave after a little bit. I was a partner, who helped a little to improve them. Though, I never dared with their dark magic. 

“When the witches came, I escaped. And got captured again, by a Blueblood coven. I was pissed, but I was given as a prize to Petrah, the Blueblood Heir. Quite a nice female, actually. She wasn’t as bloodthirsty as the rest. She knew who I was based on scent, I think, but she never told anyone. 

“I stayed in her room and one day, she decided to teach me to fight. I learned later it was because of a foolish hope beginning in her heart. Of freedom. Then she taught me to ride wyverns, showing me in secret the beauty of a wyvern. One day, during the day of the games where the covens fought for Wing Leader, I tamed my own wyvern. His name is Ryder. Pitch black, small-sized male who was fast. Perfect for what I needed. 

“When the Yellowlegs witches went to Morath, I followed. I blended in quite well, actually. I could pretend to be a servant to the witches and a witch to the humans who knew none the better. When they flew for Adarlan, I escaped. I flew for Terrasen.

“From there, I supported the war as a healer,” I finished. “Took some time to build enough courage to see you, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t compromise your position on the throne, little flame. You deserved to rule. More than I ever did. I know a little about your history as an assassin, and I know you knew how to fight. How to lead, when I heard of your court. And I knew Terrasen was in good hands. I can offer you advice for the finer tuned things of ruling, but leadership was never my forte.” ("you" refers to Aelin)

So basically, that's that. that's how I inputted an older sister into the mix

HOWEVER! Aeress is the exact reflection of Aelin in power. She has majority water (like SUPER powerful) and a tiny bit of flame. Barely a candle light.

This is also where I inputted a very cool concept: the reflection of the powers means that if either of them died, they would've known because the little tiny bit of the power (aelin's water, aeress's fire) would go to the other sister. my previous-self explained it better so here:

“I knew, Aelin. I knew you were alive. I knew because of the goddamn magic in our veins. The small bits of our magic that we can barely use… the water piece you have… if it had come to me, I would’ve known.”

“But magic-”

“That feeling transcends magic being gone,” I cut her off. “It is a deep feeling, of something being lost and gained at the same time. It is rare for any fae to feel, but sometimes, when the magic is reflected, it happens.”

however, some cute things I think you'll appreciate are the NICKNAMES!!

Aeress calls Aelin "little flame" BECAUSE AWWW

And she calls Aedion "sidekick" while he calls her "Queen Bee"

And also like Aeress and Rowan actually get along so well

Aeress is kinda like Aedion in that way and saw Rowan as this powerful ancient fae warrior and is very surprised to find him to be quite chill. she's nervous at first and basically is like "Rowan, if you don't want your mate doing this then just tell me... I'll get away right now-"

but Rowan, at the end of what I actually have written (it is not being finished considering it has no plot XD), basically ends up making them siblings. brother-sister bonds!!

Also Ryder is the cutest wyvern of all time- the one that Aeress gets. pitch black, small, but fast and agile as hell. but he's quite literally a teddy bear. he likes cuddling. he's a ferocious beast who cuddles.

anyway let's stop talking about aelin's sister and get onto ERIS'S TWIN!

Eris's Twin Sister:

I wrote the most for this part, but I have the least amount of worldbuilding for it.

basically, it's a secret twin thing.

please note that "Merle" is the Lady of Autumn!!

“When I was young, I was married off to Beron Vanserra. I was soon pregnant with my first child. But what the healers told me only days before the birth was that there… I had twins. Fraternal twins. They didn’t tell me out of fear before then, but I knew right then and there, that I had to save them. Get them out of the Forest House. Both of them, if I could manage.

“Beron wanted the genders, so I told him one. It was a male. When I gave birth, I kept Beron out for a few days while I recovered. Long enough that he was antsy. I… I gave him the male because he’d wanted a son and winnowed the female to an old friend’s barn and left it, content with wards of warmth and a pacifier.”

Basically, that "old friend" is named Martha and raised Seraphine (OC for THIS one XD. nickname = Sera).

BUT... then Eris kills Beron. And the magic doesn't go to him and he goes on a hunt to find it.

Seraphine, however, has found herself bowled over and now with double the amount of power she had previously.

Now, mind you, she's quite ADHD, so she's not super confident, but she's stubborn as fuck.

Eris promises to help her as much as he can because he's ACTUALLY a good bro and doesn't want to make the same mistake with Sera as he did with his brothers.

Eris helps her get settled in, and Sera manages the court basically by signing random shit and having him help her because surprisingly, their goals align. like making the poor less poor

Sera has a lot of the skills required to be a High Lady, like writing, so luckily, she's quite good at what she's doing.

Eventually, because Sera is very forgetful and disorganized, they get an assistant, an older nanny figure who basically helps manage Sera's day so she doesn't get overwhelmed.

BUT! hehehe... Eris and Sera want an alliance with the Night Court.

The NC doesn't want her to die before their meeting, so they send Az to basically secretly protect her.

however... Azris is canon in this universe. Seraphine gets jump scared by Az because Eris basically wants to make sure that she knows the plan. and that plan is to reveal their mate bond at the meal >:)

Honestly, the NC is pretty chill about Seraphine. Sure, she's nervous, but everyone's pretty chill.

Rhys tries to read her mind one time cus he's suspicious, but they move past it. (Sera can shield her mind well) honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if Rhys would be scared in that moment.

Azris revealed... WOOOPEEE.

Anyway, that's basically that besides me quite literally just going off on an Azris spree and writing a wedding/mating bond scene 🤦

I went overboard, but honestly, these might be full-on wips probably never to be posted, but they're so much fun to tell you about.

thank you for the ask my beautiful anon. i love you.

[theautismgoblin]

Golden Acrobat in a Different Form a Different Time

Chapter 3

New Old Faces

Within the next couple days, I quickly realized that I’d shown up in Gravity Falls both before Weirdmaggedon and before Dipper and Mabel had even arrived, which made me ecstatic. 

I’M GONNA GET TO GREET THEM!!! 

As I was sweeping the shack, “HEY KID,” I just about jumped at my boss’s interruption to my thoughts… 

“Oh, uh yes Sir!” I said quickly. “I gotta go pick up some things from town, and I need you to watch the shack…” I immediately saluted in a very faux serious manner, “I shall GUARD THIS SHACK WITH MY WHOLE BEING! “ “YOU BETTER,” Stan said as he was already out the door. 

I just shrugged, and now that Stan was gone began to dance and talk to myself again. But specifically I was talking about the attractions… 

“The story of the Cornicorn is a strange and mysterious tale of wonder and escapades. A unicorn fair and noble pranced throughout these lands, helping all those far and wide. HOWEVER, THEY HAD AN ARCH NEMESIS, an Evil mountain lion hated all the attention the fair unicorn got, so thus the lion sought to bring down the majestic creature.The lion found a fairy witch that claimed to have just the spell. The fairy threw to the lion a bag of corn kernels!“Unicorns love corn. It's right in the name so plant these and wait for them!” The fairy said with a sinister grin, and so thus the lion ran into the forests until they found a clearing where they planted every single kernel in the bag. And magic sparks shot up, the once small plots now full grown stalks of corn.And so within the rising full moon the fair Unicorn came across the field of corn. And this was the Unicorns favorite food, it’s in the name after all!BUT when the unicorn took a single bite out of an ear of corn, something horrid happened. The once majestic creature began to shift into the very food it just ate.

And the now Unicorn made of corn was left within the forest, till we here at the Mystery Shack recovered it!!That’s the story of the CORNICORN.”  

“DUDE, THat was amazing!” And for the second time today, I got really startled. “HUH, uh?? What??” I looked behind me at Soos, who I just realized was here the entire time. “Dude, you should totally tell Stan that story for the attraction.” “What, no it’s just a stupid thing I pulled outa’ my ass.” I said, really embarrassed, especially since someone just saw me talking to myself again.. 

“No, dude that was actually really dope! Like, Stan could actually use that!” I just blushed a bit, still not used to getting attention over my random stories.. And then I stuck my chin up, “You know what, YOU’RE Right I’ll tell him it later!” I said with a big smile on my face, and kinda lying my ass off, cause ya’know ANXIETY. 

And within the next hour Stan burst through the door, “WELCOME KIDS TO THE MYSTERY SHACK!” wait.. And “Grunkle Stan, Why are we here?” a higher pitched voice said, DIPPER OMG!! “Cause this is where you’re living for the next few months!” “Wow, DipDop, LOOK AT THAT!” and I saw a long haired brunette run by to the Deer Bat Mantle. “It’s a Bateer!” Mabel said while pointing up excitedly at the mantle, and trying to reach it.. But she was too short to reach. And there I was still rebooting, cause it’s the Mystery Twins!

Dipper, as soon as Mabel was done freaking out over the admittedly cool attraction (that for some reason not in the actual Mystery Shack), started trying to get Stan’s attention. “Wait, WHAT! Grunkle Stan, you can’t really expect us to live in a dingy Tourist Trap.” “What course I do, and plus this is just the front. NOT like I’d actually expect you kids to sleep with the attractions,” pfffffff yes YOU WOULD STAN , I thought in my head. 

“Nah, y’all get your very own room..” There was a dramatic pause before he spoke again,  “Up in the attic, where all kids love to be!” And I about died in hysterics. “Oh right,” and this is the moment he chose to introduce me, “this is Alex, she’ll be working with you two. Oh Yeah, you's kids will be working here too.” To which the two twins started to protest, which is honestly fair. 

I choose to not correct Stan on my gender.. I didn't even tell anyone, mostly cause it's only 2012 and this is a small town…. Just not willing to deal with that ordeal. 

I waved to the two kids, and immediately noticed all their bags and stuff.. “Yo, y'all need help with those..”

“HEY, ya still got work to do!” Stan yelled pointing at me, to which I leaned on the rack I had just finished sorting. “No I don’t. “ I said with a big-ass smug grin. “Did ya-” 

“Swept, reordered everything, all the attractions were cleaned, and I made sure to reapply all the fake price tags and add a couple zeros to a few.” I said nonchalantly. 

Stan just groaned, “Usually it’s only Soos.. FINE go help em’ kid!” He yelled out as he kinda stomped out the room.  

I just laughed and went over to the twins. Mabel now actually noticing me, started to bounce up and down, meanwhile Dipper just kinda stared at me. “I’M MABEL AND THIS IS DIPPER, WE’RE STAYING HERE FOR THE SUMMER AND OMG THAT JACKET’S SO COOL!! WHERE’D YOU GET IT!” 

“OH my Family made it for me,” I smiled down at Mabel, the little ball of joy she is. 

Stan had moved into the showroom, probably going to make some more adjustments on a few of them. Dipper was trying to haul his bag with him, of course he overpacked, and I don’t blame him, a completely new place, and almost no idea what’ll be there to do. Not to mention I think their parents didn’t let them bring any electronics.. “Here let me help,” Dipper just looked up.. Wow It’s weird to see him in that hat, rather than the pine-tree hat! “Oh no, I got it.” Dipper said while trying to lift his bags at once, and almost dropped it. “Heh, you might’ve overpacked..” “No, I brought everything I needed with me.” “Even those dorky DVDs of BABA!” Mabel said, poking out her head around the corner, having already scurried off to start tossing stuff into her room. “WHAT NO I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!!” Dipper started yelling out at the now empty doorway. I just shook my head at Mabel, and grabbed the biggest bag Dipper had.. He had alot, and even I knew I couldn’t carry all of them myself. “How bout’ this, I take half and you take the other half.” 

Dipper grumbled, “Fine.” And went to grab his half of the bags, “I dunno whether to be scared of or enlightened by your sister..” I said as we hauled the bags up the stairs, I could hear Stan’s loud presentations, seems like we have a tour group too right now. “That much energy and I’m guessing strength.” Dipper just rubbed the back of his neck, “Heh, yeah.. She’s just like that..” I proceeded to help Dipper and Mabel unpack all their stuff. And I had thought Dipper was the only one to overpack, Mabel was like in the same tier, what with the enormous amounts of stuffed animals, posters and everything else.. The only difference between the two was that Dipper packed more reasonable and useful stuff.. While Mabel’s packing felt like she just grabbed everything in her room.. “ANd THEN they were like You two only stay inside ALL summer, which NO I go out a bunch. Like everyday and interact with others. It’s Dipdot that always stayed Inside and played his games. So they just like told us to pack, and BAM, next day we were here!!!” Mabel said in a neck breaking pace, I due to my own experience could actually understand every last word. “Mabel could you not completely overwhelm someone we met not even an HOUR ago.” I just laughed a bit, “Nah, it’s fine. And honestly, energetic folks make life more FUN!” I exclaim, spreading my arms out wide. “Just like.. Imagine, if no one was chaos, LIFE WOULD BE BORING.” I said as I scrunched my face at the thought, “AND BORING is no fun.” 

I spent the rest of that day getting to know the two kiddos, and it was great. AND then Stan yelled from downstairs, “ALL RIGHT Get yall’s butts down here, I need to SHOW ya’ the ropes!!” Welp that ends that. Dipper was the one groaning, as Mabel zoomed outta the room down the stairs. “Coming Grunkle Stan!!!” She seemed to have warmed up to the idea of the Mystery Shack after I had talked more about some of the attractions. Admittedly, I overdid it on some of the story telling. Dipper however did not. 

Dipper very grumpily got up, he had brought a book with him, I think it’s a mystery novel, which FAIR. 

So he got up very begrudgingly, “You coming with us?” He asked, us making eye-contact, it’s still weird to see Dipper’s irises, chocolate-brown. And since he’s a kid, they’re bigger too. “No, I gotta go home. Got some extra stuff needing to get done.” I said with a small smile, “DIPPER GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE!!!” Both me and Dipper jumped, and I just laughed, “Looks like your Grunkle needs you.. Probably for some scam, you better get down there.” I said as I head out the door, and leaving the house.. Making my way back to my makeshift hut. 

When I was suddenly stopped.. By a gnome.. OH NO, I just inwardly groan. I KNEW THIS SHIT WOULD HAPPEN!

I could be wrong though.. But chances are no. I’ll give this guy the benefit of the doubt, it’s weird though they ain’t trying to pretend to be human like they did with Mabel..

“How might I help you,” I said questionaly with an eyebrow raised. 

“Oh well ya see pretty miss, me and my friends have been awfully lonely as of late. And we saw ya in the woods, when ya showed up. And we were-” 

I immediately cut him off, “First off not a miss, and secondly if you ask me out I will drop kick you so hard right now.” I looked down at him.

“Wait, you're not a girl!” Jeff looked surprised at me. “Yeah no, I ain't nothing in the gender department. Too confusing for my brain hole.” 

“Oh well then in that case, toodles!” And he just scampers off. Leaving me in massive confusion… 

Did that seriously work, me saying I ain't a girl… I just said it on a whim.. 

OH well, ONE LESS PROBLEM TO WORRY ABOUT!! 

I started running back to my little sanctuary, excited to get back. I had found the perfect area to go stargazing tonight, and I AM DETERMINED TO GET THERE BEFORE SUNSET!!! But I kinda gotta grab some stuff, namely Tigey. 

So I ran through the trees, the light slowly draining from the skies, I had stayed much longer than I had meant to at the Mystery Shack. As soon as I found my sanctuary I ran in and grabbed Tigey, along with some snacky snacks. Then I bolted out of the cavern, running to the spot. Then finally, I got there. Crystal littered the ground, what kind I’m unsure of, but I know they ain’t size changing ones. I’d flashed a light through it previously to be sure of at least that. The sun had just begun to set, coating the crystals in a thousand shades. The flowers all seemed to again glow.. Though it was quick, the sun had set after what felt like seconds. Now the star began to peak out of the skies. And the moon was full, illuminating the area. 

I stared up at it.. Seeing once more the yin-yang.. I don’t know why I only see that, but not the Man in the Moon or the Rabbit.. 

I had thought about why I’m here even more since that first night.. This is one of the first times I actually needed to be here.. Every other time I dimension hopped it was for my own delight. 

But I hope I can become better friends with Dipper and Mabel. Heck, maybe I can help a tiny bit with their adventures.. I really don’t want Mabel to almost get nabbed by the gnomes.. But I don’t wanna interfere too much.. Though, if I try to interfere too little I might never find them.. I’ll just go with my gut and soul.. My soul is going to be the main driving point in this mission, it’s the key.. After about an hour of this, I got up. I need to start the search.. But where to begin, maybe the forest.. I don’t think it’ll be in town, too normal… Not to mention other factors… 

Maybe. IT COULD BE IN THE JOURNAL, I jumped up at the idea. If it’s in the journal I have an excuse to hang out with the Mystery Twins!! Also, also, I’d be able to do more than if I didn’t have any other reference to what all is in the forest.. 

Though. I am crossing my fingers on what it is… But I could very well be wrong. 

First Post- POP Previous Post

[regularme12]

The Regular Show Tickle Hcs

A/N: I realized there was no tickle content of this wonderful show, well the ones I can’t find, so I decided to make one.

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Benson:

40/60: Lee/Ler

Ler:

He tickles anyone and everyone back, if they tickle him

And you better run fast and far, cause once he catches you, it won’t be pretty

He’ll tickle you even if u tell him to stop

But sometimes he’s more gentle to the sweet characters like Pops

So when Pops tells him to stop he will

Can’t say the same to Rigby or Mordecai

They’re in deep shit once Benson catches them

Lee:

The 40% of him being a lee, he absolutely hates

Like I mean HATES being tickled, it’s just not fun to him at all and he wishes people would stop when he tells them to

Like Mordecai and Rigby

Sometimes they team up on him and get him good, sometimes even bribe him for a raise, which he has to give them in order for all of this to stop

Other times, Benson just gets so fed up with their shit, he turns the tables and goes for the little one first, Rigby. Only bc he’s an easy target.

He’s really ticklish, like a 7/10

The others, like Pops, Muscle Man, Hi-five Ghost, and Skips all didn’t know he was ticklish, until Rigby and Mordecai couldn’t keep their mouths shut

They ran in the room screaming “BENSON’S TICKLISH!! HE’S REALLY TICKLISH OMG!!”

Then a red faced gum ball machine came in all pissed “SHUT UP YOU TWO!!”

Then everyone else in the room just had to test that theory out and teamed up on him again.

His worst spot is his knees, like get him there, and he’ll be cackling

He screams, thrashes and kicks, so be careful when u manage to pin him down and tickle him.

Muscle Man:

100% Ler

Ler:

He’s not really ticklish at all, that’s why he’s never tickled, he was kinda just born like that

But don’t get him wrong, he does tickle everyone else given the chance

Like the groups targets Rigby and Mordecai

They just a handful and need to be taken down a notch, so Muscle Man decided to do just that.

Tickle the shit out of both of them, wether it be at the same time or one on one, whatever mood he’s feeling

If he gets into tickle fights, he always wins ofc, like with High-five, he’s a ghost in all, but Muscle Man knows just how to get him in a giggly mess.

And Pops, Boy is it easy or what to get him down and tickle him to pieces, along with Benson?

Well, with Benson, he kinda had to put up quite a fight, but he still managed to pin him down, and tickle him

High-Five Ghost:

100% Lee

Ler:

Idek y I’m writing about him bc he’s a ghost but still

Anyways he doesn’t like tickling anyone who isn’t his best friend, Muscle Man, and Muscle Man isn’t ticklish, so yeah, I’d say he’s 100% Lee!

Lee:

He only likes Muscle Man tickling him, bc he knows the green man doesn’t mean anything by it, and he’s gentle with his touches.

It may not seem like that in the show, but off camera, he’s really sweet and soft to High-five

His death spot is, yep you guessed it, his palms

I mean, it’s literally in his name

“High-five Ghost” lol, I’m so funny…

Skips:

100% Ler

Ler:

He’s not ticklish at all

Never was

Well, let’s just say he kinda grown out of that

One day he was hella ticklish

The next, he wasn’t

Like?!

Anyways, he tickles the hell out of Rigby and Mordecai he also tickles Benson and Pops too, but when they say stop he does stop, goes with Rigby and Mordecai too

Tho, sometimes they can get on everyone’s nerves, and Skips just needs to reach them a lesson

But other times, he stops when they tell him too.

Pops:

50/50 Lee/Ler

Ler:

Pops just loves to tickle people, he doesn’t care who, or what gender, he just sees someone he knows and starts tickling them

He thinks it’s a fun game, but he can take stop as an answer, and does

Bc if someone doesn’t like the game, he won’t think it’s fun anymore, everyone gotta love it in order for him to enjoy it

He tickles Rigby and Mordecai all the time too, as well as Benson

Even if Mordecai and Rigby gets on his nerves he will still listen to them when they had enough, he’s just a gentle giant

Lee:

He LOVES getting tickled, by damn, he enjoys it too much

He actually starts asking ppl to tickle him too

He goes to Benson more tho bc Benson knows what he’s doing

Does he get embarrassed asking? Ofc he doesn’t, it’s Pops, he never gets embarrassed

Not even if he’s asking the groups trouble makers, Rigby and Mordecai, he’ll do anything to get his fair share of tickles too

His death spot is his feet, he absolutely loves it if u get him there.

He also doesn’t squirm or anything, and his laugh is cute bubbly giggles and chortles

Rigby:

90/10 Lee/Ler

Ler:

Him as a ler? Hell yeah!

He always tickles his friends, especially his childhood friend, Mordecai.

He tickles Benson too, usually to get that raise he wants.

Prolly the only effort he will put in.

He tickles Mordecai all the time as well, usually to distract him from the job Benson told them to do, but never finish

No, he won’t stop if u tell him to, that’s malarkey, crazy talk if I ever!

He loves tickling ppl, y would he stop?

He doesn’t even stop when Mordecai begs him too at that, u gotta physically pull him off

Lee:

He’s really ticklish himself, like a 10/10

He hates it too

He really hates being tickled, so he’s such a hypocrite

He won’t stop if someone tells him too, but he’s quick to get all pissy if someone won’t stop themselves

Like Mordecai? Or Benson? Or even Skips, but that’s on rare occasions (not so rare, since he’s always on ppls nerves)

He will start crying and screaming for you to stop if u won’t the first time.

He’s a puncher and a kicker, if Mordecai isn’t the one tickling him, then he’ll ask for his help

90% of the time he deserves it, so the blue Jay won’t even help him himself, he’ll prolly join in, if ever

But the other 10% someone just wants to be a jerk, so he slowly assures them off him, and if that won’t work, Mordecai would tickle them slightly to get them off his bsf

His death spot is his tail, he’ll start screaming if u tickle him there.

Mordecai:

80/20 Lee/Ler:

Ler:

He usually always tickles Rigby, if anything

He mostly only feels comfortable with the raccoon, so he’ll only tickle him every time he feels like it, or Rigby just gets on his nerves, like he does everyone

One time, Rigby got them both in so much trouble, Mordecai tickled him relentlessly until he was coughing, bro would not let that slide at all

He tried tickling Margaret but she’s not ticklish, so he never tried it again

He actually got punched once the first time he tickled Rigby, which was in first grade, Rigby had to apologize sincerely, but Mordecai just shrugged it off saying it was his fault for not stopping from the get-go.

And yes, it was in fact his fault

The blue jay should’ve stopped

But he didn’t

Lee:

Massive Lee right here!!!

Super hella ticklish, dawg.

Like a 9/10, Rigby’s way more ticklish than him tho, and Mordecai hates being tickled so fucking much, he’ll kick and punch anyone who threatens to touch him.

Like he did with Margraet… yh… it took her 1 month to forgive him, then she realized that she should’ve stopped too

So Karma’s a bitch towards Mordecai, as always

He gets teamed up on less than Rigby, but more than everyone else, bc he’s the second most ticklish person, and he makes funny reactions, plus some cute ones too

Like if he’s tickled enough he chirps like a bird and everyone thinks it’s so cute, even his childhood friend, Rigby

But Mordecai hates this weakness so much, he tries to forget ever being ticklish, but it just won’t work.

His death spot is his beak, or his wings, there really is no difference they all create the same hiccups and chirps.

[brynnterpretations]

Hi! I’d like a ship for The Boys (any male character is okay!)

My name is Davy, I am female with curly brown hair, blue eyes, and freckles. I am 5’0 and hate being short. I am AuDHD and wear headphones when I go out to block noise. I have a very hard time in social situations. I love theatre and I love to be on stage. I am a Ravenclaw, INTP. I love wearing colorful sweaters, but I mostly wear the same jeans and tshirt every day. My favorite color is green, my favorite season is winter, my favorite holiday is Christmas. My career goal is to be a teacher. I don’t make many facial expressions which sometimes confuses people. I don’t get a lot of sarcasm. I have a soft spot for guys with glasses, or guys who are intelligent.

Thank you so much!!!

Thank you for the request! You sound so cool. I hope you like this!

I ship you with...

Hughie Campbell ♡

Boyfriend

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You and Hughie meet at an open mic night at the smallest local community theatre. While Hughie has the typical "nerd" interests, like Star Wars and robotics, he greatly enjoys theatre — when he was young, his father constantly re-ran Grease and West Side Story, and had kept up his interest in it semi-spontaneously (mostly when he got free tickets from one of the busboys there, who he was in an improv troupe with in high school).

There are two things that lead wee Hughie to approaching someone: them being his type, and them not being surrounded by people, because he is an anxious young man. Lucky you, you're both — when he sees you in a colorful sweater sitting at the corner of the room, the guy immediately approaches you because A) you are a cutie patootie and B) he does not bode well with crowds either.

I'll be honest... Hughie, bless his heart, does not start out as the most socially aware person when it comes to you. He is definitely one of those guys who see women with their headphones in and go "omg artsy must talk" so... it starts like that.

That being said, he's never been and will never be malicious about it, just... awkward, and just Hughie. He'll start out very earnestly, with just a, "hey, is it fine if I sit here?" before starting some awkward but sweet small-talk before the show starts.

When it does, you two stop, but after... you do talk more. It's a bit awkward — y'all are both not the most social — but Hughie works up the confidence to ask you for your number.

He's a pretty formal guy, so expect the first text to reflect that. The morning after at 9:00 A.M. on-the-dot (bro was enchanted by you and was overthinking it way too much), he sends, "Hey Davy, it's Hughie from the open mic night! It was great chatting with you :) there's a nice café near the theatre that I think you'd like. Would you like to get lunch there on me? No worries if not!"

You do, and Hughie, ever the hopeless romantic, falls quick. Hughie is a very straightforward, earnest guy, so conversations with him flow on a different wavelength, in a positive way. He "gets" sarcasm, but doesn't particularly like it — he only uses it himself when he's really pissed — so you two are a great match.

And, while Hughie starts out not being 100% tuned in to you, he catches on pretty quickly, since he shares a lot of traits with you, though he masks more frequently. He would specifically choose date spots that were very low-stimulation yet still provided an activity to do to avoid too many lapses in conversation, like bowling late at night, going on walks, or checking out comic and music stores.

Would always end the date with something cute but low-pressure (to avoid you feeling indebted/awkward about it), like a nice note, something he saw that made him think of you, etc., and would always send a "thanks for hanging out with me, I had a lot of fun!" text afterward.

Through this, you two become very close, and after you two accidentally spend a night together (starting to watch a bootleg of your favorite musical at 3 AM is not the best choice when you've both had long days), Hughie decides to try making it official, because... he really, really likes you, and hasn't felt this way about anyone in a long time.

To do this, he plans out a very elaborate day together, but makes sure it's not anything that would make you feel pressure to say yes to him asking to become your boyfriend. He would take into account all your interests and, after suggesting a walk, would tell you about how he felt about you and point-blank ask to start a relationship with you (while, of course, being very ramble-y).

Whether you said yes on the spot or took time to think about it, it would work out, and y'all would be the happiest couple.

Weekly, he plans out dates in advance that the two of you can do together revolving around your interests.

Also shares your love for Christmas to a tee... and a very, very enthusiastic tee, at that. When Christmas comes around, not only do you all make hot cocoa, decorate the Christmas tree, and watch Christmas movie, but the dude goes all out, buying you both matching Christmas sweaters, making Christmas cards that sign off with "Davy and Hughie), visiting the mall Santa at quiet hours, etc.

Once he catches on to how you appreciate more nerdy guys, he will talk your ear off about his interests, particularly computer science and Star Wars, and would make full-on diagrams to explain anything that is foggy.

You two would definitely have PowerPoint nights with each other, and they would be fun as fuck. Y'all are different sides of the same coin.

Is extremely fascinated by your participation in theatre (he's always been a viewer and never an actor), and always supports you at whatever shows you go to, bringing flowers and making the cutest Instagram posts in support of you.

Also, since you both tend to wear very similar clothing every day (even if Hughie changes the band tee, he always wears the same brand & model of jeans, and has done so for three years, even with weight gain and loss), you tend to mirror each other in very funny ways.

Additionally, you have very similar stances/ways of speaking, and it definitely cracks the boys up when they see you two together, because somehow, you mirror each other even in resting posture.

So, that brings us to the boys: Hughie is not a good liar, or someone with a good poker face, so he wouldn't try hiding his involvement with the boys from you. And, in relationships, he greatly values agency — he's going to protect his partner, but he's not going to restrict them, either. So, he'll introduce you to the boys, and if you decide to get involved, he'll let you (within reason).

And that brings us to...

The Boys ☻

Friends

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Kimiko is your best friend in the group; obviously, she has communication issues of her own, and catches onto your hiccups with sarcasm and facial expressions and always is respectful of it. Since she tends to communicate with others through physical touch and facial expressions, she makes a point to always type out things to you and have you type back in turn.

She isn't super familiar with pop culture — and is especially unfamiliar with musicals — so she loves to stream musicals with you, and even just hang out in silence.

Also, I'd argue that you both have an interest in teaching — you in your subject(s) of choice, and Kimiko in fighting and sign language. You two will spend nights with each other just teaching each other what there is to know in your interests of choice, and it is 100% the most wholesome interactions both of you have had in your lives.

You and M.M. would also get along very well, too. He's a very intellectually-focused guy, and, like Hughie, tends to be very to-the-point and earnest. You two don't have many overlapping interests, but have really great conversations.

And, while M.M. is busy: he gets feeling like the "new guy" and/or "odd one out" in social situations (bro was the only moral backbone in the coup for a long, long time), so he exchanges numbers with you and always is there for a formal chat.

Frenchie really likes you, but he can be a bit much sometimes, so he definitely tries to monitor himself around you and not scare you away too much. He's definitely someone who can come across intensely — not as much in the Butcher sense, but more in the "holy shit, this dude has 100 things running around his brain even if he seems outwardly calm" sense — so he typically tries speaking to you when he's sober.

Is also very sweet with you when he does, even if it's a bit random and disjointed.

And, Butcher... so. I don't imagine you two getting along at first. Butcher wouldn't dislike you, but his sense of humor and general way of interaction with people is... a lot... and would cause tension at the start.

However, Butcher does genuinely care about people that he respects. And, the guy respects you a lot: while you're very different people, he can tell you're a good person, and one that he likes. He's a guy who has a moral compass, but a practical one, and would be able to sense that in you, and see you as a strong, principled person. Because of that, he would try to tone down his sarcasm and brashness, but, admittedly, it would come off as awkward and clumsy. So:

"Oi..." [awkward pause, with Butcher clearly realizing 'cunts' is taken a lot differently in America than it East End] "you lot..."

Lastly, Annie: while I don't imagine you two would be as close as you and Kimiko would be, you would have a very pure friendship. Annie's been around a lot of wallflowers in her time, and, before her mother beat it out of her, was the wallflower, and feels very protective over you.

She would always come up to you at gatherings with a warm smile and spark a conversation, but not to an overwhelming extent. She probably wouldn't ask to hang out too much — she's a busy gal — but I see you two having long conversations about your aspirations, fears, and interests.

All in all: you and Hughie have one of the purest relationships in "The Boys" universe, and you've got a great group of friends to show for it, too. Have fun with them, girl.

[abbey-rae]

I wrote my LONG stream of thoughts in my notes app in real time listening to the summit!!

HUGE SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!!

Ash blaming Aggro for taking his shoe lmaoo

Milo talking shit about Asher’s old belt💀

Milo telling SH they better not have hidden his dress socks again😭

Vincent wanted to hear from Will😞

…but he has a surprise for lovely🤭

AHHHH HE GOT A CROWN MADE BY THE SAME CRAFTSMAN WHO MADE HIS😭

‘you’re my heart.’ FOUL

Sam HATES the summit but he’s glad to have ‘good people’ here this time!

He and Darlin are getting ice cream after🥲

Porter didn’t actually bring Treasure he just said he would to fuck with Vincent😭😭devious little prick (affectionately)

MORE PACK AND VAMP INTERACTIONS YIPPEE

Asher called Vincent ‘bud’ when they all said hello😭

‘Blink twice if you need a way out buddy’ lmao

AHHHHHHH OMG OMG ALEXIS IS HERE AND SHES INTERACTING WITH DARLIN OMG

‘so when are you joining the family then? or do you plan to wither away into old age until he can’t stand the sight of you anymore; but feels too guilty to leave.’🫥

‘problems don’t get resolved by hitting them, you child. grow up.’ girl…

Porter comes to defend Darlin and is being snide with alexis😭

‘being the family’s disappointment has always been your domain. i’d hate to intrude.’ PLEASE

Sam’s back!!

‘what the fuck did she say?’ he sounds so hurt omg😭

SAM WENT GET ALEXIS OH NO

DARLIN RAN AFTER HIM!

Dion Wright is talking to David

be careful of William??

Although none of the houses claim him, Quinn came from somewhere and that means he has friends😬🫣

Adam mention was not on my Summit bingo card jesus CHRIST😭

Sam asked that Alexis not speak to Darlin and she agreed (although begrudgingly)

Ash is complimenting the food and Milo says that doesn’t mean much given Ash has TERRIBLE cooking abilities😭

‘My name is Porter Solaire.’

‘Oh.’

‘ASH!’💀

Porter asked SH if they’re an investigator and is asking questions about CLOSEKNIT I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT😭

Closeknit has lots of groups finding them and one of them is a Vamp house (Bennett)

Porter wants SH to stealth and sneak into a meeting between the Bennett king and prince which is happening in a few minutes!!!

SH wants to do it😟

The others still don’t know what Milo did to save everyone during inversion😭

The number of people in/joining Closeknit is declining, people need ‘another’ incentive (i.e more funding) to start joining again🫣

IT FEELS LIKE IM IN THE ROOM IM SITTING SO STILL IM SCARED

AHHH HE JUST SAID WHAT WAS THAT NOISE NOOO

Porter is starting a fight with vincent to cause a distraction!

THE KING OF THE HOUSE OF BENNETT IS DEAD WHAT THE FUCK😭😭

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