#auggie got them always

[pyotan]

Mint

An abandoned barn that has not seen the foot of travelers for moons if not years, it is riddled in patchy holes but it’s struggling walls and shaky roof offer a much needed shelter from a starting blizzard. 

August huddled close to his partner, he not only has his coat over them, but all the blankets as well.. perhaps a bit of a ridiculous sight, but every bit of warmth matters. 

Especially while Siobhahn is suffer from achy joints, the cold weather really not being kind on their body even with all the heated layers. 

All August can do soothe their pain is to pass over a flask of mint tea..  it’s not just any kind of brew, for the leaves that have been left to seep in it are enchanted in that of healing magics.. thanks to Y’aromirr, of course. 

“T-T-Thanks..” A shuttered whisper, their gloved hands happy take hold and sip. Almost bitter for how long the leaves have been in, Sio does scowl. But already they feel a bit of a tingle of relief.. so they continue to drink anyway. 

August smiles as he sits close to them, pulling out a small case of joints. “O-Of course.. though, I am sorry w-we mmh.. have to t-travel in this weather..” Then a more somber expression. “I-I should of never dragged you out here..” 

Gold and blue hues watch as the elezen pulls out a smoke, he soon looking to them in a silent offering. “I wanted to come.” A mere shrug under the bundle of fabrics, they happily snatch onto the joint by the mouth.. 

Having expected such, he swipes away at a match and though a bit wet from the snow, it does manage to ignite.. and right away Sio begins to huff in the drug. “T-The mag-gitek lite is in your pocket..” He quietly explains, shrugging as he reaches to hold the joint and allow them to puff away comfortably.. before pulling back and letting them simply hold the smoke in. 

Such warmth it brings.. it almost tasting minty thanks to the healing drink from seconds ago. 

“Ishgardian w-weather is so.. hmm.. cruel.” August mutters before indulging in the joint himself, finding such a relief to finally have a moment to smoke. 

Sio exhales. “Ehh.. all weather is when ya think ‘bout it.” Beneath the layers of blankets and winter coat, Sio is dressed in the very poncho they’d stolen and dyed from August years ago.. Though they cannot really feel his actual embraces, there is some sort of warmth that is always /his/ when they wear anything of him. “Anyyyyway, it’s niiice to get out of that house.” Another shudder in the cold, Sio nuzzles their nose into the fabric around them. An inhale, it’s /their/ shared scent.. A closing of eyes.. “Gets to be suffocatin’, ya know?”

A thoughtful hum in response, August exhales his own smoke. “Mmhmmm... I-I am g-glad, then, that you can feel a sort of.. c-comfort?” Accent heavy in his questioning of words, he really doesn’t like to assume his partner’s feelings; for they are as complicated as they are simple. “E-Even in ssss-such cold..”  

Another huff to the lit joint, it’s passed once more to Sio and quickly do they perk up from the nuzzling of fabrics to partake as well.. And as August exhales his hit, he softly says, “I l-love you, s-s-so.. To h-hear that y-you can breathe around me, j-just..” a tap to his chest with his free hand as he holds the joint for Sio with the other. “Makes my heart happy.”

[anakinsdove]

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 | 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

pairing: scott barringer x ditzy!fem!reader

summary: Scott proves you he’s not so bad, soft of.

c/w: sfw, fluffy, a small awkward moment, Scott has a crush, a little bit of angst.

discord - twitter: anakinsdove

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。Love you

𝘄/𝗰 - 1,345

Scott is not that bad right? That’s a question that has been in your mind for too long, every other kid in the camp say he’s an asshole, arrogant and too much of a jerk, that he should get his head out of his butt. All of them are right.

It’s unfair… you’re supposed to be crushing on him, not the other way around, you’re supposed to stutter, not him! It’s driving him insane, that stupid smile of yours and your honey covered voice, he hates that he always has to catch you when you trip, how clumsy you are, he hates that he finds it endearing… you’re supposed to be annoying, not cute.

It’s getting harder and harder and harder to deny it every second however, the thing that he hates the most is how unaware you are of other people flirting with you!

I mean have you noticed at all how Auggie looks at you? How Ezra literally hits on you? No of course not, only he has.

“Dammnit!” he looks up from his magazine to see you holding your elbow in pain “What’s the matter?” He asks “I wasn’t looking” “You’re never aware of your surroundings…” “Hey! I was distracted… didn’t mean to” your voice gets smaller as you finish your sentence. “Oh no…” you say as you notice that your elbow is actually bleeding… it’s nothing bad, as bad a paper cut can be, but Scott wants to make a big deal out of it, looking for an excuse to touch you.

“You’re bleeding” “here” he says taking a band-aid out of his backpack “thanks” you hold out your hand to take it but he retreats “let me… you’re probably not smart enough to do it yourself” “sure…” you say confused.

Scott placed the band-aid over the non-existent wound and you smile muttering a small “thanks” he nodds. “What happened here?” Scott touches your cheekbone lightly with his fingers “Shelby opened the door… I was behind it” Scott can’t help it but laugh at this “And here?” He bops your nose “huh?”

“Why are you being nice?” You ask, it comes boldly, not the way you meant to say it “I’m not being nice, I’m being polite” Scott shrugs at this… “You’re being nice” “Whatever” “it’s nice” “Yeah but I’m not being nice I’m-“ “What’s that stuff in your hair?” You interrupt him…

“Huh? What?” Scott is taken aback when you touch his hair softly, pulling some dry leaf stuck in there, Scott realizes what you’re doing and grabs your wrist gently “I got into a fight” “With the ground?” He chuckles “Yeah…. Something like that” “You’re all disgusting” you say without any bad intention behind your words, his clothes are covered in dirt “thanks” you nod.

“When I played football… I got more bruises than when getting into fights” “I thought they give you protection for that” “Yeah well, not always works” “You should probably walk with an armor by the way… It’s the only way you won’t get hurt” “They’re just accidents” you say. “Small… meaningless accidents”

“This…” Scott starts, he was about to make a comment of the bruise on your cheekbone “This is- this…” he can’t finish the sentence he started, his blue eyes look intensely into your own, he swallows… he can’t help it but look at your lips..“what?-“

Then he kisses you, Scott kisses you, your stare is interrupted by the feeling of his lips on yours, he cups your cheek and leans in before you can react, he closes his eyes and enjoys this moment while it lasts… Scott can’t feel your lips moving or doing anything at all, he feels you push on his chest lightly, you’re not kissing him back.

He backs up slightly and looks at you, noticing that you look displeased by the kiss. “What's wrong?" He asked with concern as he lets go of you, worried that he may have crossed a line. “No kiss” you say with a small voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry" he says, backing up again "I, uh, got the wrong idea." He seems embarrassed that you didn't like the kiss "I, uh, I should probably leave" he mutters nervously.. Scott has never been rejected by a girl before…. He was really shocked by your reaction, he couldn't believe that you rejected his kiss. It was his arrogance taking control of his thoughts but, he just couldn’t understand, you must not feel the same way that he does. He can't believe that he read the situation wrong, and that you don’t like him like that. "Alright, I'll just go then" he mutters nervously as he backs away further, looking down at the ground embarrassed

You stand there in shock of what just happened… you like Scott, no- you don’t like Scott, he’s mean and arrogant and he said you were pathetic once, you’ve seen the way Shelby looks at him and Juliet and well every other girl in the world, you don’t like him, definitely, he stole your first kiss because his arrogance and ego got the best of him….

Then why do you want to run after him?

Scott walks to the bonfire, he’s pissesd… pissed at himself for misreading the situation, for liking you, because he had humiliated himself, because he likes you and you don’t like him back… he looks at the ground and behind that anger there’s sadness too…

Your legs move in automatic running to your door, you sprint in direction of the kitchen, tripping at least 3 or 4 times, bumping into Shelby, she gives you an angry look “Scott” you say breathlessly, “I’m Shelby, what do I look like him?” She says with her usual snarky tone you’re unable to catch “Yeah a little bit” you say…. she rolls her eyes and continues stirring the pizza dough, you make a quick mental note it’s pizza for dinner. “Wait Shelby, where’s Scott?” You try again. “I haven’t seen him” you leave disappointment written all over your features, leaning against the door and sighing… until you spot golden curly locks, again your legs take you to him before you can stop it.

“Scott!” He looks up from his already burnt marshmallow, he wants to be indifferent but he can’t, he’s hurt and mutter a quiet “Yeah?” You sit next to him and the look in his face switches from confusion to curiosity…

“It was my first kiss” your sudden blurt out catches him off guard, “I’m sorry” he says, “It’s just… I wasn’t expecting it” he looks down again. “Why did you kiss me?” He’s honestly surprised you had the audacity to ask, he’s not really good with words, that why he’s impulsive rather than not to. "Well" he said nervously, he didn't really know what to say exactly, "I uh-" Scott paused for a minute, and felt his cheeks get red as he thought about the true answer to your question, "I guess I just..." Your pretty eyes look up expectantly at him, waiting for an answer. “I guess I just felt something and I I got carried away” and impulse…. That’s it, there’s nothing benhind it but pure hormones.

“So you don’t like me then?” Now it’s his turn to look up at you, he’s flushed, and he’s so pretty up close, he has pouty lips, it makes sense, his lashes are long, his blue eyes look unfamiliar now, it’s because his staring is soft instead of the usual frown he has… “Why does it matter?”

“It’s important, please” he wants to look away but you hold his face and unconsciously nuzzles against your touch.. your gaze switches between his eyes and lips “I want to kiss you, but I don’t know how” you confess… Scott wastes no time in closing the gap between your lips, he holds your arm gently to keep you in place, his lips move softly against yours, it last no more than 5 seconds but it’s enough to leave you breathless

“Alright I do like you” he confesses

“No way!” You say sarcastically.

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dividers - @i92-93

[sockiess]

Idiots In Love

character: Scott Barringer

warnings: just two idiots in love :3

I sat with Daisy as I watched Shelby and Scott practically throw themselves on each other. I couldn’t help the scowl that painted my face as I watched them in the distance.

“Just tell him already.” Daisy said looking at me. “Ew, no why would I risk getting rejected?” I asked her giving her a puzzled look “I mean it’s obvious he likes Shelby” I continued, resting my head on my knees with a little pout forming on my lips”

“What’s got you so pouty?” I heard Auggie ask me as he sat down. “Her desire for the one and only Scott Barringer” Daisy replied. “When are you going to tell him that you like him?” Auggie asked nudging me with his shoulder. “Never ever ever.” I huffed.

While I continued to talk with Auggie I felt a pair of eyes watching me. When I looked up Scott was starring daggers at Auggie. When he caught me starring he quickly looked away and went back to speaking with Shelby.

About 10 minutes later I heard a voice behind me and not just any voice HIS voice. “Excuse me but I need your help with something.” Scott said sounding a little annoyed while looking at me. “Uh..yeah ok” I replied nervously standing up. “Bye guys” I said to Auggie and Daisy as they looked at me weird and said their goodbyes.

“So what do you need my help with?” I asked calmly but on the inside I was FREAKING OUT I mean THE Scott Barringer needs MY help I mean this is a dream come true.

“So what was Auggie telling you that was so funny?” Scott asked sounding annoyed. Suddenly the butterflies in my stomach all dropped dead. “Just a story about him and Ezra” I replied. “What was Shelby telling you that was so interesting.” I said softly

“Why? you jealous?” Scott asked smirking at me. “Jealous? me? never..but I think you might’ve been the way you looked like you wanted to strangle Auggie” I said looking at him

“I mean do you blame me? YOU should be laughing with ME and sitting with me and talking to me but you’re always with him I mean you should be with me.” Scott said quickly and looking at the ground. “Wait..you like me?” I asked puzzled. “Of course i’ve liked you for months..but what does it matter you like Auggie I mean it’s obvious” Scott replied kicking a rock that was by his shoe. “I don’t like Auggie” I snorted. “You don’t?” Scott asked looking at me. “No silly I like you I just thought you liked Shelby that’s why I didn’t tell you” I said almost laughing. “That’s funny because I never told you that I liked you because I thought you liked Auggie” He said smiling at me.

“I guess we are both pretty stupid huh” I said. “Yeah we are” Scott said chuckling.

“Hey Scott?” I said quietly. “Yeah?” Scott said softly. “Will you kiss me?” I finally asked him. “Of course.” Scott replied suddenly pulling me into his lips

“Auggie and Daisy are gonna have a field day when they find this out” I said laughing

Thank you so much for the request 🫶 I hope you like it🫶 if there is anything you want me to add or change please let me know!!

[delqcate]

hi love!! i was wondering if I could request something for scott barringer? i'm the same anon from yesterday btw :)) could it be something where they have like a frenemies type relationship? she's quite witty and a bit of a bitch to him, mainly because he's a jerk to her, but they're friends not down right enemies, almost like banter that they look forward to. then one day she takes a walk during a storm in the middle of the night, and catches scott outside in the middle of the night, and he's upset and tells her about what happened to him and she comforts him? and they like become something?

YOU'LL BE THE FIRST WHO EVER DID

when i got this req i was so excited because 1, i haven't wrote an ask in soooo long, and 2, this is sort of me experimenting with another type of character since in my eyes i always write them sweet n stuff. but anyways i hope you all enjoy this especially u anon! <3

warnings/cw: mentions of abuse (not from scott or reader), cussing, etc.

word count: 1.7k (FINALLY MORE THAN 100 WORDS)

paring: scott barringer x reader

The last class of the day had just finished, and after listening to Jeff's lecture all day you were ready to take a nap when you remembered that the Cliffhangers were assigned to kitchen cleaning duty. So after dropping off your things at the cabin, you make your way to meet with the others.

"Ezra, stop that. I'm not sure we even cleaned that yet!" Was the first thing you could hear from the kitchen, it was Kat's voice. As soon as you head inside you finally get a good view of the situation. Ezra had a soup pot on his head, which did look like it had a bit of dirt on the outside, everyone else was either cleaning or watching everything going on.

Expect one. The one that, despite all your banter, you could tolerate the most.

His eyes were on you again for a short moment before clearing his throat and letting his raspy voice fill your ears. "I could use your help over here." He looks back down at the sink and you nod once, heading over to him.

"Barringer." You mumble as you stand beside him, taking the washed dish from him and drying it up with a rag nearby. "Could you have been any more late? Being surrounded by these idiots is probably worse than being with you." He says as he finishes up another plate.

You scoff and put the plate down, taking the next plate to wash. "As if you're any better, I'm surprised Auggie and Ezra aren't sick of you being such a buzz kill." You put the plate down and move your gaze to him.

As if he could sense it, he moved his gaze to you. It was there again, that tension that always confused the both of you. Ever since the first day you met the both of you had this banter that everyone noticed, it was like sparks.

As weeks went by the both of you learned how to tolerate each other better, and while he could still be a jerk, he was a tolerable jerk. More tolerable than the rest anyway.

You notice a small grin on his face, and you return it as well. "Well, I only like being a buzz kill for you." He smirks and looks back at the sink. "And I like being late to piss you off." You smile sarcastically and head off to help everyone else. He turns his head to watch you for a moment, his eyes just couldn't leave you.

A handful of days had passed and the weather was getting worse each day, it was getting cold so you understood why. What you didn't understand was Scott hadn't been going to classes lately, and every time you tried to talk to him, he was a complete jerk just like the first time you two met.

You didn't understand why he was like this, maybe his emotions just like to change with the weather? It had been raining harder than usual and there were the occasional thunderstorms.

But you had other things to worry about, like the fact you decided to take a walk in the forest but instead was running around in the dark as the rain poured down on her. The thunder was loud, pounding in her ears.

You slowed down her moments to try and see anything through the storm, but it was just a view of never-ending trees. Until you heard footsteps, the splash of water, someone else was thankful out here with you. Unless it was an animal. Or a random person.

"Hello? Is anyone there!" You yell out, hoping they can hear you. "Over here!" They yell out, they sound familiar yet strange, as if something happened. You quickly rush over as their voice gets louder, yelping as you bump into them.

"Shit, I'm so sorry-" She looks up at her eyes widen, her breath hitching. "Scott? What are you doing out here?" You were speechless, you didn't expect him out of all people to be here. He had been isolating himself in the cabin.

"Let's just get back, ok? Who cares about me!" His raspy voice filled your ears, but this didn't sound like him trying to be a jerk. It sounded like he had just cried. "I care, Scott!" You suddenly yell out.

You would agree that both of you needed to find shelter before the rain gets worse or both of you would be stranded and get sick, but who cares about any of that right now?

"Please, why have you been isolating yourself from us?" You plead out to him, trying to read his eyes. He was always tough to read, he always hid his emotions in his cocky personality. You try reaching your hand for his but he immediately backs away, and your heart breaks.

Everyone knew what happened to Scott, his mother abusing him, but you dismissed it. Rumors always spread around here, it was probably made up, but this scared you because what if it was all true?

"I know- I know that you know..." his breath was heavy, his hand ran through his hair and his back hit the tree, slowly sliding down as he covered his face. Your heart slowly broke as you stood there feeling helpless, you were afraid to touch him because you didn't want to hurt him.

You got down on your knees and gulped, taking a deep breath. You slowly reach your hand out to him, gently placing your hand on his knee. At first, you felt him flinch, almost as if he wanted to pull away, but he couldn't. It was a cliche but he felt like you were different, so he let your hand stay there.

After a moment of letting the rain and thunder fill your ears, he finally spoke up. His voice was soft and still as raspy as ever. "I didn't want it, y'know? I mean, I thought I did but-" His voice started to break and you pushed his hair back as a silent way to stop him, you didn't want to bring back any memories the rain was already giving him.

"You didn't. I know." You whisper back, even if it was inaudible due to the weather. "I'm guessing the weather had something to do with the situation?" You watch as he slowly lifts his head and removes one hand to reveal half of his face, the rain is calming down.

"Yeah...you smartass." He chuckles, and you happily return one. This felt different from all your other encounters with each other, more intimate but not the type of way people would think. "You're soaked, idiot." You let out as you stand up, looking around.

"Hey, I can see Horizon from here." You look back down at him, his head already looking up at you. You can tell he wants to say something so you get back to his level. "What's up?"

He looks around, poking his cheek with his tongue. He's never been in a relationship nor has he found any interest in being in one, but the way you made him feel was different than he felt with other people.

"I- god, this is harder than I thought." He chuckles and gulps, bouncing his leg slightly. You suddenly feel nervous, you've never seen him like this before but you let him continue to show you really are listening.

"You make me feel something that I haven't felt with any girl, or I guess anyone. You make me feel safe and uhm..." He looks over at a nearby puddle and gets up, scrambling to pull out a small flower. He faces you and watches as you stand up, heading towards him.

He looked like a nervous teenage boy, and you found that adorable since he's never shown any type of vulnerability. "Will you maybe be the only person I can tolerate here? When you hold me I- It feels like you're the only person to make me feel all.. tingly." He looks at you, his eyes almost pleading.

"Scott, I..." You were at a loss for words, you'd immediately say yes if it wasn't for what had just happened. Was he sure he wanted this? You didn't want him jumping into something after he was just so vulnerable.

"Oh- yeah. No, no, I get it. God, I'm so stupid-" As he turns away to throw the flimsy flower, you take his arm and spin him to look at you. You felt bad that you weren't even thinking after grabbing him like that, despite him basically saying your touch made him feel safe, you couldn't be too sure.

"No, I just want you to be sure you want this. I don't want you jumping into anything you're not sure of." You frown and slowly move closer to him and he does the same, looking into your eyes. His free hand moves over to cup the nape of your neck and he whispers.

"I confessed my love for you in the rain and you need more confirmation?" He chuckles and you feel a soft smile on your face. "Alright, whatever you want." He leans in and kisses you softly, it was like sparks as soon as your lips met.

You wrap your arms around his neck and make a soft noise, both of you deepening the kiss with each passing second. After a while, both of you slowly break apart and take a moment to breathe before letting out a laugh. Your face had a wide smile and Scott had that soft grin on him as his hand travels to your hair and gently places the flower.

"I thought that if I ever told anybody, I'd never be able to look at them again." His voice gradually gets softer, his gaze softening alongside. "You're looking at me now, aren't you?" You say in the same tone as him. "Mhm, and what a beautiful sight it is."

You both share a small chuckle before walking back to the cabin hand in hand. The Cliffhangers will definitely have a field day as soon as they find out, but for now, no one has to know.

[gracies-baby]

hi! i would really love y/n going with gracie and her family to a vacation and spending time together as well as with her family! maybe some teasing as well as domestic fluffy content lol. thank u and love u

Abrams Family Vacation

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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Y/n groans while pushing her face further into Gracie's chest after being woken up by the sound of loud banging coming from their door.

"Wakey wakey! It's morning! We've got a whole vacation to look forward to!" Henry yells to them through the door before Gracie yells back.

"It's fucking 6 in the morning dumbass! We're on vacation! Leave us alone!" She whines only for her brother to continue banging on the door. The two girls sigh before getting out of bed and going to the dining room for breakfast.

"About time you two got up. I was gonna go in, but I didn't wanna see anything I shouldn't" Henry teases as he eats his breakfast at the table. Gracie glares at him as the two girls sit at the table as well.

"Henry, stop making fun of them. We're on vacation" Katie scolds the boy as she finishes serving up breakfast. The boy rolls his eyes before going back to eating his breakfast.

"Who are you texting?" Y/n asks Auggie with smirk when she sees him smile at his phone.

"No one. Just a friend" He replies while hiding his phone.

"No one. As in a girl?" Gracie joins her girlfriends teasing.

"She's just a friend" He mumbles with a blush.

"That's how it always starts" Gracie replies as she takes a bit of her breakfast.

"Not for you. Didn't Y/n hate you when you first met?"

"She didn't hate me! We just didn't really get along" The brunette replies with offence clear in her voice.

"Babe, I love you now, but I really did not when we met. But now I do! I love you so much" Y/n presses a soft kiss to her girlfriend's cheek while playing with the brunette's fingers.

"Why didn't you like me?" Gracie pouts while intwining her fingers with her girlfriends.

"Your flirting was just very... out there. But I think it's cute now!" Gracie's pout disappears when Y/n leans up to press a soft kiss against her lips.

"Ew, get a room. You guys act like rabbits" Henry rolls his eyes as the two girls pull away. Gracie glares at him before taking Y/n's hand and dragging her to their room.

—

"That was quick. I knew Gracie couldn't last in bed" Henry teases when the two of them walk back downstairs a few minutes later.

"We were getting changed. Mind your own business" Gracie glares at him as the family begin to leave the house to continue with their vacation. They go to the store to get some stuff for dinner before Gracie gets pulled aside by her mother on the walk there.

"I just wanted to tell you; I found the ring" Gracie's eyes widen when she hears her mother's words.

"Wha- How?" The brunette stammers.

"You left your jacket on the couch last night. I picked it up and it fell out of your pocket. That's a pretty dumb place to keep it, Gracie. Y/n wears your jackets all the time, she would've found it if I didn't"

"I was gonna tell you. I just didn't wanna-" Gracie gets cut off by her mom.

"Gracie, you've been together for 6 years. I knew it was gonna happen. I wish you didn't wait so long; I've been wanting Y/n to officially be part of our family for years" Katie replies with a smile.

"Does anyone ese know you're doing this?"

"Only Audrey. She helped me pick the ring" Gracie answers as she watches her girlfriend with a fond smile.

"Do you know when you're gonna do it? Do you need help setting anything up?"

"I was thinking I would take her on a walk on the beach tonight. At sunset. She loves watching the sun set on the beach, but we haven't really had time to do it lately"

"That sounds perfect hon" Katie tells her daughter as she pulls her in for a hug.

"Gracie! Babe, this looks like Weenie! We should get it" Y/n exclaims as she runs up to the two of them to show them a mug that had a picture of a dog on it.

"That's nowhere near as cute as Weenie!" The two girls bicker while Katie just smiles fondly at the two of them.

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"Gracie, how's the new album going?" JJ asks as the family all sit in the living room. Gracie sits on the couch while Y/n lays across the rest of it with her head in her girlfriend's lap.

"It's good, we're nearly done" Gracie replies as she plays with Y/n's hair.

"Are there any songs about me on it?" Y/n asks with a cheeky smile.

"There's so many songs about you" The brunette replies as she presses a soft kiss against the shorter girl's forehead.

"Are there any that we shouldn't listen to? I don't need to hear you thirst over Y/n more than I already do" Henry teases causing Y/n to blush and Gracie to send him a glare.

"There's not any songs like that, dumbass. Not on the album at least" Gracie replies causing Y/n to hide her blush by pushing her face against Gracie's stomach. Gracie looks outside to see the sun about to set.

"Babe, let's go for a walk" Gracie begins to stand up causing her girlfriend to whine. 

"Come back. It's cold without you" Gracie takes off her jacket after making sure the ring is in her pants pocket before putting the jacket over Y/n's shoulders. She takes her hand while they both walk out the door.

"Are you okay? You seem nervous" Y/n asks as she plays with her girlfriend's fingers.

"Yeah, I'm just tired" Gracie replies with a reassuring smile causing Y/n to frown.

"We can go back if you want-" 

"No! I want to be here with you. We haven't been able to walk on the beach in ages. I've missed it" Gracie presses a kiss against her girlfriend's lips before Y/n turns her body away from her to look at the sunset. The brunette takes this opportunity to get on one knee before taking the ring out of her pocket.

"Hey, Gracie-" Y/n stops talking when she turns around to see her girlfriend on one knee with a beautiful ring in her hand. Her eyes widen as she tried to talk but no words come out.

"Y/n, I love you so much. You have been my inspiration, my muse for the last 6 years and I want that to continue for the rest of our lives. Even if we fight sometimes my feelings for you won't ever change. You're the only person I want to be with for the rest of my life. Y/n L/n, thank you for loving me. Will you marry me?" Gracie asks with a tearful smile as Y/n's hands fly over her mouth as she nods continuously.

"Yes! Of course I'll marry you, Gracie! I love you so much!" Gracie puts the ring on her fiancés finger before wrapping her in a tight hug. The two of them pull away when they hear cheering.

"Were you guys following us?" Gracie asks when she sees her family standing a few feet away from them, not letting go of Y/n.

"Mom told us your plan. We didn't wanna miss seeing this. I'm happy for you guys. Y/n, there's no one else I would want as my sister-in-law" Henry replies as he pulls them both in for a hug. The rest of the family all congratulate them before Henry speaks up again.

"I'm swapping rooms with someone tonight. I'm not sleeping in the room next to them. Someone else can listen to their engagement sex" He teases as the family all laugh while Y/n and Gracie blush.

[shmaptainwrites]

𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 [𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘]

PAIRINGS — Violet Bridgerton x fem!Reader [Modern!AU]

SUMMARY — Violet and Reader spend some quality time with Daphne, August, and Caroline at an outdoor charity event.

WORD COUNT — 3.1K

WARNINGS — none

NOTE — Extra big thank you to my flock this week for helping edit and tweak the ending so that it fit the chapter better! Can't wait for you all to see Grandma Violet in action :)

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑿: 𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑬

“I really hope the weather holds up,” you looked up at the sky, noticing some grey clouds that threatened to block the sun. “What am I saying this is England, it’s going to rain.”

“The key is to always come prepared,” Violet informed you. “I’ve got a coat in the back.”

“The years of mothering eight children have done you well,” you chuckled as you continued your walk together to the venue. 

When you were standing in line to enter the outdoor tent Violet felt a tug against her pant leg and she looked down, and beamed. 

“Auggie!” she grinned and immediately bent down to pick up her eldest grandchild. 

As soon as he was in her arms, the small boy tucked his face in her shoulder and she cooed affectionately.

“Oh, is someone feeling a little shy today?” she asked and he nodded his head, just as his mother caught up with him. 

“Goodness, there you are,” she let out a breath of relief, a small baby that could be no more than a few months old in her arms. “Auggie, you need to tell me before running off like that.”

The boy mumbled something into Violet’s shoulder and she placed a hand on her daughter’s arm, assuring her everything was fine. 

The young woman turned to you, a smile on her face. 

“I don’t think we’ve formally met yet.”

“No, we haven’t,” you shook your head, holding your tablet in one hand so you could shake hers and introduce yourself. 

“I’m Daphne and this is Caroline,” she motioned to the baby in her arms. “And that’s August,” she pointed to her son who was with Violet. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you all,” you said. “I imagine life is busy with a new baby.”

“Very, my middle child, Belinda, has been feeling the lack of attention, so she and her father are doing a little outing today,” Daphne chuckled. “Do you mind if I ask why an event like this would require a financial manager?”

“Good question,” you looked over at Violet. “Your mother’s assistant is on leave right now so I’ve been helping to fill the position here and there and…well, let's just say I owed her a favour.”

Violet pressed her lips together and tried not to laugh thinking of the violent hangover she had woken up with the morning after celebrating with you. In the moment it was anything but funny, but in hindsight she wondered where she ever got the notion that all of a sudden she was a heavyweight. 

She heard a few clicks and looked around, noticing a photographer, probably paid for the event, taking pictures of them. 

“Daphne, are you sure it was a good idea to bring the children?” Violet asked quietly and Daphne saw the source of her mother’s concern. 

“Mum, this hardly ever happens to them,” she explained. “It’s not like how it was when we were kids, for the most part they’ve left us alone. And it’s not tabloids, it’s an event photographer. I think we’ll be okay.” 

Violet wanted to accept Daphne’s assurances, but she couldn’t completely bypass her own discomfort. Daphne did have a point of the photographs being taken by someone hired, but Violet’s preference would have been for her grandchildren to have complete privacy.

“Lettie,” August finally lifted his head and looked up at Violet. 

“Yes, my darling,” she said while moving up the line, drawing her thoughts away from the photos.

“Are you gonna be here the whole time?”

“The whole time,” Violet nodded. 

“Can I stay with you?”

Violet smiled and looked over at Daphne for an okay, who nodded her head, which allowed Violet to say yes to him. 

“Auggie,” Daphne spoke up. “Can you say hi to Nana’s friend?”

August waved at you and you smiled and gave him a small wave in return. 

“Nice to meet you Auggie.”

He immediately became shy once you spoke and wrapped his small arms around Violet’s neck again. She kissed his curly hair and savoured the feeling of having him still small enough to be in her arms. 

“So, Hyacinth has told me a lot about you,” Daphne turned her attention back to you. “You both seem to have hit it off.”

You laughed a little, “Yes, Hyacinth and I were fast friends.”

“It’s quite sweet, you seem to really understand not only what you do for work but how our family operates,” she mentioned. “I’m sure my mum appreciates that.”

“I think it’s actually been quite nice for me too,” you admitted. “Before, I was working for a holding company and everything felt so…cold. Everything was transactional, but working for your family has really reminded me that money can be used to do good things, especially in the right hands.” 

“My father used to say something along those lines,” Daphne smiled. “It’s part of the reason why I try to bring the children out to these events, it’s good for them to see what our family’s values are. Even if their last name is Basset, they’re also very much Bridgertons.” 

“Oh, absolutely,” you nodded your head and looked over at little Caroline, who began to fuss as they finally were admitted into the large tented area. 

“I’m not sure why she’s so restless,” Daphne commented. “I just fed and changed her.” 

Violet was quite focused on August, explaining why they were there and what they were doing while the small boy had the side of his head pressed against her cheek, simply listening to his Nana’s words. 

You turned your attention back to Daphne, taking in her comment before tilting your head and looking at the young girl. 

“Do you want me to try and settle her?” you offered. “Sometimes babies like to cooperate with me, it’s hit or miss, but might be worth a shot, if you’d like.” 

Daphne considered it before deciding that it couldn’t hurt and you swapped your tablet for Caroline. 

“I’ll just follow you around in case she ends up wanting you,” you said. “And so she doesn’t end up out of your sight. It might be nice to have your hands free for a bit.” 

“Yes, most definitely,” she chuckled. “Thank you, I know you probably have other things you need to be doing.” 

You shook your head. 

“I can be the assistant to Lady Bridgerton and the Duchess of Hastings for one day. Your mum is also quite busy with August, I’m sure she won’t mind.” 

Daphne smiled and placed a hand on your arm, giving it a squeeze while watching you bounce Caroline carefully in your arms,seeing how her small whines faded and instead, she just squirmed a little to get comfortable. 

As promised, you followed Daphne while she socialized and made some meaningful conversations with other donors and organizers and Caroline seemed perfectly content in your arms. In the moments between conversations, you and Daphne continued to chat and make jokes, bonding over that love you both shared for your respective families. 

Violet watched from afar, still holding August up on her hip, who was perfectly happy admiring the elaborate fountain display in front of him. She focused on how your arms carefully cradled Caroline, your touch affectionate and gentle; how Caroline would reach out to you at any given moment and you would give her the attention she seeked, whether it was a smile, a finger to hold, or a small adjustment of her blanket under her chin. 

“Lettie?” August tried to gather Violet’s attention, but her mind was still elsewhere. “Nana Lettie?” he tapped her shoulder and she turned her head to face him, a smile on her lips. 

“Yes, my darling?” 

“Is that your friend with Caroline?” he asked and she nodded her head. “Why is she holding her?” 

“Well,” Violet began. “I think your sister was being a little fussy for your mummy, so she offered to help.” 

“I think Caroline likes her,” August determined. 

“I think so too,” Violet agreed. “Would you like to go talk to her now that you know Caroline likes her? Or are you still feeling shy?”

August seemed to contemplate his Nana’s words before nodding his head, making Violet smile. 

“But Lettie,” he tapped her again. 

“Yes, Auggie?” 

“Can she come after to play with us too?” 

Violet’s heart warmed at the question from her grandson and she pressed a smacking kiss to his cheek. 

“You know what, why don’t we ask her?” she suggested in return. “I think she’s having fun with your mummy, maybe they want to spend more time together too.” 

August seemed happy with that suggestion and Violet continued to walk towards you and Daphne, a fluttering sensation coming over her when you looked up and smiled. 

“Violet, Auggie, you came back to join us,” you said. “How was your walk around?”

“Good,” August said, gaining a little more confidence to speak directly to you. 

“What was your favourite part?” you asked, a bright smile still on your face.

“I like the water fountain,” he pointed back to the display. “And Lettie.” 

“Of course, we can’t forget Lettie,” you nodded your head. “I think she’s the best part too,” you whispered to him, not so discreetly, and he giggled at your childish behaviour. 

Caroline made some babbling noises and you acknowledged her attempted contribution to the conversation, which made August laugh. 

“August, didn’t you have something you wanted to ask?” Violet reminded him. 

He turned and looked over at you, a shy smile on his face. 

“Do you want to come over and play later?” 

Daphne beamed at the suggestion and quickly agreed. 

“It would be so nice to have you for dinner. The house will be quieter without Simon and Belinda, we’d love to have both of you,” Daphne looked at you and then Violet. 

“Well, I don’t have anything planned,” you said. 

“And I already cleared my schedule after this,” Violet agreed. 

August was happy that his suggestion was accepted and was eager for the event to finish so you could all be on your way. 

When it did, Caroline was fast asleep in your arms and you helped Daphne buckle her in her seat in the car before going back to join Violet in hers, running so that the rain wouldn’t catch up to you too much. 

“I should have brought a coat,” you chastised yourself as soon as you got comfortable in the car. 

Violet saw your partially soaked clothes and found herself staring at the fabric of your white blouse now that it had become more…transparent. 

“I think you’ll survive,” she said, quickly pulling her eyes away and focusing on what was in front of her.

“Yes, but now I’m…wet,” you looked down at yourself and Violet bit her cheek hard to keep her mind from wandering too far. 

There were a few moments of silence when you realized Violet’s mind was clearly elsewhere and so you decided to ask her a question. 

“So, why does August call you Lettie?” 

She chuckled a little bit and moved a hand to rub the back of her neck, the other still on the steering wheel, her gaze on the road ahead. 

“August was born when I was still in my forties, so you can imagine I didn’t particularly want to be called Grandma or Grandmother,” she explained. “Daphne was quite set on Nana which I don’t mind too much, but I preferred something more along the lines of a nickname the children could call me. An ill attempt at keeping some of my youth.” 

You chuckled at that, surely it wasn’t an ill attempt. Even if Violet was a young grandmother, you knew she just had one of those faces where, if someone saw her on the street, they would never be able to pinpoint her exact age. 

“So you went with Lettie? I think it’s very cute,” you said. 

“So did I, but between me using Lettie and the kids teasing me and calling me Grandmama and Nana, I get a mix of names from Auggie and Eddie,” she sighed. 

“Eddie is Anthony and Kate’s son, yes?” you asked and Violet nodded. 

“They all have nicknames. They named him after Edmund.” 

You placed a hand on your heart, “That must have meant a lot to you.” 

“It did,” she smiled. “And I think it meant a lot to Anthony that Kate agreed.” 

It didn’t take too long to get to Daphne and Simon’s home from the venue and August was quick to drag both you and Violet out of the car and into the house. 

August showed you his toys and got you to sit down with him and begin a game with building blocks. 

Violet took Caroline from Daphne so she could figure out what the plan was for dinner. Before long, Daphne called everyone into the dining room to eat. August scarfed down his food and asked to be excused so that he could go play again and Violet and Daphne took shifts eating and holding Caroline. 

“Let me put her to bed,” Violet suggested after dinner was over. “You should both go and make sure Auggie isn’t making too much of a mess.” 

Daphne chuckled and nodded, knowing her mother wanted to spend more time with Caroline, so she indulged her, and after a brief argument with you about the dishes, where she ended up conceding and letting you help, you both made your way to where August was and took a seat to begin relaxing and visiting. 

“Do you have a big family as well?” Daphne asked and you shook your head. 

“Large extended family, but my immediate family is quite small,” you said. “But family has always been so important to me. I wouldn’t be where I am without them.” 

“I feel the same way,” Daphne said with a smile while August came up on the couch and sat himself comfortably in your lap, playing quietly with a few action figures. “I think, even after my father’s passing, seeing how my family was able to move past that and help each other through it, it made me want something like that for myself.” 

“Which you seem to have now,” you looked down at August in your lap and she smiled, reaching out to gently brush her fingers against her son’s cheek. 

“Yes, but not without a few obstacles,” Daphne tilted her head thoughtfully. “My husband lost his mother when he was quite young and his father was…distant, and that’s simply the polite way of putting it.” 

You nodded your head, your fingers fixing the tag on the back of August’s shirt. 

“We had a lot of conversations before getting married,” she said softly. “I wanted children and he didn’t, but we also loved each other too much to just give up on having a longer lasting relationship.” 

“This might be a bit of an invasive question, so you don’t have to answer it,” you said. “But do you ever worry that Simon regrets changing his mind about having children?” 

August was now cuddled into you, his eyes slowly closing while a hand of yours played with his curls, lulling him into a peaceful sleep while you and Daphne spoke. 

“I did at first,” she nodded, “but when Auggie was born, you could see it in his eyes. It wasn’t necessarily what he had wanted for himself, but something he was working through.” 

“I’m happy you guys decided to work through that together. Clearly, it’s what was meant to happen for you.” 

“I think so too,” Daphne smiled. “I didn’t realize how much work my parents put in to making their marriage work until I was also in the thick of it. I talked to my mum and went in thinking she wouldn’t understand because her marriage to my dad was so perfect, but there’s really a lot you don’t notice about your parents as a kid.” 

“I can definitely empathize with that. I’m still finding things out about my parents that are helping me understand them better,” you chuckled. 

“Yes, my mum never fails to surprise me,” Daphne agreed. 

“It’s always good to keep a little mystery,” Violet’s voice rang through the room and you both turned to see her leaning in the doorway. “Looks like you managed to get Auggie to sleep too.”

You looked down at the boy resting in your lap and smiled. 

“I guess so. Should we move him to his bed?” you asked. 

“Might be a good idea before he starts to drool,” Daphne warned you and you chuckled, adjusting August so you could hold him properly and stand up, while Violet said she would show you the way to his room. 

After you had put August down on his bed and Violet had tucked him in, you left the room together and she turned around to you to speak. 

“I never thanked you for coming today.” 

“Oh, no thanks needed,” you shook your head. “I owed you one.” 

“I won’t argue with that,” she nodded. “Had a lovely time explaining why I was feeling unwell to Hyacinth and Gregory.” 

You chuckled at the thought of the two discovering their mother had overindulged the night before. 

“You seemed to have hit it off with Daphne as well,” she noted. “Not that we are particularly hard to be around, although Eloise would say otherwise, you always seem to find something to talk about, something to…connect over.” 

“There’s an easy explanation for that, I think,” you said. “They’re your kids.” 

“That’s it?” she chuckled. 

“Well, we get along just fine and each of them have a little piece of you in them, when you find that, it’s easy to connect,” you shrugged. 

Violet’s lips curled into a tight-lipped smile and her eyes drifted down to her feet while you continued to walk down the hallway. 

She wasn’t sure how to respond, but Daphne saved her the trouble, passing by the end of the hallway with three wine glasses and a bottle. 

“You two coming?” she asked. 

“Too soon?” you asked, and Violet shook her head. 

“I’m fine,” she said. 

“Okay, well, how about just one?” 

“Shut up,” she said, but you could hear the amusement in her voice. 

Daphne looked at both of you, confusion etched on her face. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, boy, do we have a story to tell you,” you said as the three of you reached the dining room.

“I cannot wait to hear it.” Daphne uncorked the bottle and started pouring as you and Violet took your seats. 

When you looked to Violet, she nodded her permission for you to begin the story, and as you launched into it, she found her mind preoccupied with an incessant curiosity. You had said you could see parts of her in each of her children and she didn’t know why she cared, but now she desperately wanted to know exactly which parts you were seeing.

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[rachelsfav-queer]

Enid and Wends twin kids as toddlers, the first time they see momma Enid (Wends is Mother) and they’re terrified, Wends is able to calm them down a little, but it’s only when Enid gets close and the kids can tell from the scent that’s its their momma and they waddle over and bury themselves in her fur

Alright, gonna do my best to answer as many asks that are already in my inbox as I can. Hopefully this goes well lmaoooo. I might only answer one or two though so don’t hate me, hate my adhd. I already do

ANYWAY!!!

This is so damn cute, I love it so much!!! I love Wenclair’s children having werewolf characteristics, like heightened senses like smell, hearing, sight, etc. and even acting like puppies when they’re younger lol. And them being twins is just- ughhh it’s giving me so many ideas lmaoooo.

Like each twin sharing more personality with one of their moms, while obviously still being a mix of both their personalities. So like one has more in common with Wednesday, sharing her darker interests and all, while the other is more like Enid, and sharing her interests instead. But then they actually like spending more time with their opposite in their moms (not like favorites or anything, idk how to explain it damn it).

Okay okay okay!!! WE NEED NAMES!!!! So Wednesday and Enid both work together to name their children, but they do get to name each of them individually. (Again, idk how to explain this) But Wednesday names one of them Augustus, after the Roman emperor, but as they get older, they choose to go by Auggie instead and they actually identify as agender! Their other child, Enid names her Gwen!

Auggie has more of Wednesday’s personality and interests, but usually likes to spend time with Enid and although their exterior would let others believe that they’re more like their mother, Auggie has a deeply optimistic view on the world and genuinely cares about others once they’re close. They’re also much better at making friends, like their momma!

Gwen is more like her momma, sharing more of her interests and personality with Enid, but is more often attached to her mother’s hip than even Enid is to Wednesday. But Gwen definitely has a sadistic side, she loves to fuck around with others and in a general sense doesn’t much care for what random strangers, teachers, and classmates think about her and is usually alone or is sitting by her sibling, Auggie. And of course, Gwen has some of that signature Addams protectiveness over her family. She will, and has before, ruin someone’s life if they try to mess with those that she loves.

And final note, cause this is getting a bit long, Gwen and Auggie are all but inseparable. Literally in their first few years in school, it took a whole squad of teachers and school staff to separate them for even a few minutes. And a few minutes is literal btw, as it wasn’t very long before they had each found their way back to the other, one very nearly literally tearing through all the teachers and the other sneaking away while the teachers weren’t looking. And although they eventually grew more comfortable with being separate for some time as they got older, they still always end up right back at each other’s side eventually. So yeah, inseparable lol.

Umm yeah, I got a little bit too into this, huh? Anyway, I hope y’all have enjoyed my endless rambling lol

[toasttt11]

debut

January 15, 2024

Brendan walked down the stairs of the house running a hand over his face having barely just woken up but had smelled food being cooked.

He walked through the large house and into the kitchen not suprised to see August cooking in the kitchen. Brendan also wasn’t suprised to see her in workout clothes no doubt she had already been on a run.

Brendan sat on the his bar stool watching someone he considers his family an older sister, cooking breakfast.

“Morning B!” August looked up from the stove smiling at one of the more important people in her life, she walked around the large island to him, she cupped his face pressing a soft kiss to the top of his fluffy dark hair, “Happy first NHL game day buddy.”

August and Brendan have always been close since they have known each other for almost their entire lives, August being three years older then Brendan she ended up becoming pretty protective of him and honestly she learned any older sister or motherly instincts she had from being around Brendan.

August made sure she had taken care of him the last few years since he came out to Vegas to play in the AHL for the silver knights, she made sure he stayed with her and really they both enjoyed living together so they didn’t have to always be alone, it’s almost been three years since he moved in with her and doesn’t plan to leave anytime soon.

“Thank you Auggie.” Brendan smiled softly leaning in the comforting touch from August, he was nervous and exicted for his first NHL game but he was also glad that August would he there with him for it.

It wouldn’t feel right without her at his first game, She came to many of his games in the program, when he played at Michigan she flew out many times to come watch him play, she was there at his draft day, August was there for his first AHL game and whenever he is playing at home and she’s free she always is coming to his games.

August has been one of his biggest supporters in his life and he is very glad that she will be on the ice with him for his NHL debut.

August was also his witness yesterday when he was signing his Entry-Level Contract to the Vegas Golden Knights.

August sent him one more smile, “I made your favorite.” August grinned as she turned around hearing the happy sound from Brendan.

“Cinnamon Blueberry Pancakes!” Brendan happily exclaimed now realizing the smell of the food. August has many recipes for more healthy foods that still taste really good so Brendan absolutely loves when August cooks or bakes for him because he gets some of his favorite foods while still in his diet.

“Of course.” August playfully scoffed at him, she flipped the last batch of the pancakes.

Brenden stood up and walked around the island to the cabinets and grabbed two plates and two cups and set them by the food before heading to the fridge and grabbing the orange juice and setting it onto the island just as August turned off the stove.

“Go on.” August fondly smiled gesturing to the food seeing him patiently waiting. Brendan perked up and quickly grabbed a few pancakes and some fruit before quickly sitting back in his seat and digging in.

August smiled shaking her head but served her self before pouring the orange juice into the glasses and sliding it across the island to Brendan.

“Thank you.” Brendan sheepishly smiled having been so excited he forgot to say thank you and grab his drink.

“Of course.” August smiled back.

The two ate in silence as Brendan quickly finished the rest of the pancakes and August sent him up to his room to go get ready for the game as she cleaned up.

August cleaned up the kitchen and headed to her room and took a body shower and she got out of her shower and started to get ready, she did very light make up and brushed out her hair adding some dry shampoo.

August slipped on a pair of dark tan trousers and a black long sleeve shirt with a black belt and black heels. She walked into the entrance way checking the time on her watch seeing they need to leave, she grabbed her purse.

“B! You ready?” August called as she grabbed her phone, August heard the sound of footsteps rush down the stairs and she looked up seeing Brendan coming down in his new suit that he got in hope to use for his first NHL game this season.

“Well?” Brendan asked nervously fiddling with the cuff links he adds to every one of his suits and is a good luck charm for him, cuff links August gifted him.

“You look very handsome.” August smiled soflty brushing a hair from his face seeing he needed a hair cut and she quickly pulled out her phone opening up her camera pointing it at him, he quickly smiled at the camera making her nod and put her phone away, “Now let’s get you to your first game B.” She smiled softly and started to walk out the house to the front driveway.

Brendan shut and locked the door behind before hopping into the passenger seat, he smiled seeing August having already put on his favorite music and she started the short drive to the Arena.

Brendan took a deep breath as they pulled into the parking lot and August parked in her spot.

“Ready Bud?” August softly asked looking over at him, Brendan took a deep breath and nodded.

They walked in together as the social media team took pictures of them walking in together.

They headed into the locker room and August smiled softly and gently pushed him to his stall giving him an encouraging look.

Brendan headed to his stall and started to get ready, August headed to her stall and get ready as well.

The whole team was walking out the ice ready for the rookie lap and to warm up after.

Brendan pushed the pucks onto the ice and stepped onto the ice starting his rookie lap.

August pushed past some of her team so she could watch his rookie lap and she smiled proudly watching him skate around the ice, she remembered the first time she saw him on the ice and it felt like a lifetime ago.

Brendan let out a breath as he stepped off the ice, August walked over to him as the rest of the team hopped onto the ice.

“Well?” August softly asked giving him a fond look.

Brendan anwsered with a beaming smile, August smiled and pulled him into a tight hug, “I’m proud of you B.” August whispered to the boy who had become her little brother, Brendan felt his smile widen always trying to make August proud of him.

“Now let’s go play your first NHL game.” August pushed him towards the ice.

Brendan smiled laughing as he got back onto the ice.

[delightfully-deranged-dagur]

Finished my Total Drama OC Cast!

Let's meet the cast!

Alex. The Attention Hog

Doesn't care about anything except having everyone's attention on him. I mean, why wouldn't you pay attention to him. He's ripped, he's clever, he's hot, he's got muscles, did I mention he's ripped?

Finn. The Workaholic

Money, money, money. That's what Finn dreams about. It's why he works 6 different jobs and sleeps 2 hours a week. (If he's lucky) He loves money. He wants a lot of it. But the only way he'll accept it is through hard work.

And what's harder then winning Total Drama?

Gabriel. The Pretentious Goth

He barely glanced at you and he's already unimpressed with you. You're just not up to Gabriel's standards. Too mainstream and normal. Have you ever even worn a corset?

Just because he thinks he's better then you doesn't mean he has to constantly remind you of it. And yet he does.

Darla. The Visionary

Darla doesn't create art. She IS art. She breathes, eats and drinks art!

What exactly does she consider art? Oh you know, the usual. Glueing her schools desks to the ceiling. Swapping out the football uniforms for ballgowns. And of course, shaping her hair into the shape of the moon.

Rachel. The Rodeo Star

This devious diva has it all. Brains, brawn and beauty. And she's planning to walk away with the million keeping that all intact.

She's not a bad person, really. Just competitive. If she wasn't competing, she'd rather treat her fellow contestants to one of her Rodeo shows and some home-baked pie.

Raheem. The Oblivious Heartthrob

Raheem doesn't seem to realize how attractive he is. In fact, he doesn't realize a lot of things. He's kind and pretty book smart. But he's just terrible at reading social cues.

He feels terrible whenever he offends someone or make them upset because he didn't read their emotions properly. He doesn't really know to fix this issue so he just puts on a smile and suppresses his turmoil.

Olive. The Doormat

Coming from a big family where she doesn't feel like she fits in, Olive tries her best to help people so she'll feel accepted.

Now if only there was a way to help people without dragging so much attention to herself.

Lulu. The Clown

Lulu just wants to put a smile on people's faces and have fun. She can get easily carried away when she's excited. But once she calms down you'll notice just how pragmatic this Clown is.

Just because she's silly doesn't mean she doesn't have common sense, she might just surprise you in ways you didn't expect.

Phoenix, aka Francis. The Menace

Phoenix identifies as a problem. An inconvenience. An absolute menace you're never quite sure is messing with you, or is joking around. He randomly SHOUTS random words when he speaks, either another way to annoy people or just a disorder.

He lost his arm in a fire he may or may not have definitely caused himself. But he survived which is how he got the name Pheonix.

Cherry. The Competitive Dancer

Cherry values teamwork more then anything. She tries her hardest to be a valuable teammate and keep everyone focused. Of course, they might listen to her more if she tried to spend more time with the team outside of challenges.

After a recent betrayal in her dance troupe where someone sold routines to rival troupes, Cherry doesn't trust new people easily. And clings to the ones she does trust.

Augustus. The Religious Do-Gooder

Augustus is a sweet kid. Always looking to do a good deed for someone. That's how he was raised in what is definitely not a cult.

Good deeds are very important to Auggie here. After all, once you do a good deed for someone, they have to do a good deed for you. They have to. Because if they don't, things get ugly...

Janus. The Hippie

Janus is like, Fer sure, the chillest guy around. He's all about that inner peace stuff. And outer peace. And of course, in-between peace. He spreads his message of peace by sharing crystals, flowers, and songs played on his guitar.

People say Janus is incapable of feeling any hate. He loves everybody. But he's a romantic at heart and is still looking for that special someone to love.

Marlo. The Prankster

Marlo loves pranking people. Fart cushions. Prank calls. Acid in the towns water supply. You know, the usual. Okay so Marlo may be lacking some, what do you call it? Morals! And yes he's uncapable of feeling empathy.

But. He's also got a criminal record. So point is. When you see Marlo, run the other way.

Flo. The Rebel

Flo isn't a big fan of authority or "The man" telling her what to do. She'd rather live her own life, free from anyone's expectations or rules.

Her favorite past time is rocking out with her band, Voltageous Chaos! She's lead singer and bassist. Her little sister Beast is on the drums, BFF Prof. Cavity on keyboard, sleepy gal Moot on Sax and incomprehensible Zips on Trumpet.

Still looking for a Guitarist though...

Parvati. The Mythology Buff

Parvati adores learning about Mythology. Especially the creatures. Fantastical beasts she can only fantasize about. Of course while learning Mythology she also learns a lot of history and cultures from around the world.

She has so many thoughts going through her head sometimes she loses focus on what she was doing. But after stumbling a bit she gets right back at it and gives it her all. For a nerd she's quite athletic.

Sasha. The Nepo-Baby

Wait, you guys don't have family members working high in the industry and getting you onto TV-shows? But there's so many people in the industry, surely you're related to some of them?

That's what Sasha thinks at the least. She doesn't really see how many privileges she has in life. Which thankfully means she never taunts less fortunate people with those privileges.

Her dream is to become a famous singer, and she has enough connections to make that dream a reality. Of course she herself works hard on her singing and encourages others to work on their dreams too. She's very sincere and optimistic.

Tony. The Short-Tempered Greaser

Tony has always been a bit, vertically challenged. Something bullies picked up on. Which then got picked up by his younger twin brothers, who did get blessed with the tall genes and at 14 tower over their older brother.

The constant bullying at school and at home, unable to tell his mom in fear of worrying her, and never quite properly dealing with the grief of losing his father, has left Tony with a lot of bubbled up anger. And it doesn't take much for him to snap.

Madileighn. The Annoying Influencer

Madi worked hard to gain a following. But her general cluelessness about the problematic brands she endorses, sharing videos about animals that look cute but are in distress, and accidentally joining a pyramid scheme makes her tiring to be around.

As she genuinely believes she's doing nothing wrong.

Well. That's it. My Total Drama Cast! I'm planning on writing a fanfic about them.

Taking place after the 2nd season of the Revival, where the show goes back to the abandoned film lot for a Take 2 of Total Drama Action.

18 contestants. 9 per team. Only 1 winner.

Stay tuned for more news.

[rubyvhs]

HIGH BY THE BEACH — STELLA WALKER

summary : you and stella find yourselves at the beach at twelve at night — tags : girl/girl, bi!reader, stells 18, 2.4k words.

You know Ranger Walker isn’t stupid, you’re sure he has some idea about what you and his daughter do when you ask if you can spend the night at your house. You’ve been a family friend for ages way before Stella’s mom died. You were there for her as much as Bel was, no matter how little she let the two of you in.

But you and Stella were always… you felt different. The connection between the two of you was stronger than with any of your other friends and it was soemthing you couldn’t deny. She’s one of the most compassionate people you’ve ever met, her need to understand everyone’s view and situation has never failed to make you stare in awe, but this is immeasurably important. 

The walker is resting her head on your lap and you’re biting you lip just from staring up at your ceiling. You’re both On the floor, sprawled out. The way she chose to angle her head, you’d think your floor wasn’t comfortable, but that’s obviously not the case. She’s doing this on purpose.

“Stella.” You whisper into the confines of your room, not sure if she’ll hear you. Her dad dropped her off hours ago but most of it has been spent studying, like you had both promised. Now it was time for the distraction. She hums in answer and you sit up swiftly, causing her eyes to widen as she looks up at you. “We should go to the beach.”

She got her father's half green, half hazel eyes that you can't stop staring into no matter how hard you cry yourself to slee every night. She's too sweet, too addicting, too gorgeous.

"What? Are you serious?" Stella looks like she's contemplating getting up from her position but decides against it and you're not sure whether you're flustered or just getting hot.

"Yeah, I can take us. We'll be back by the morning and no one will notice." She repeats the action you were once heaving, her teeth closing down on her bottom lip, and goddamn it because you can't help yourself from using your thumb to pull it away, and you can't stop staring at it either.

You're so caught up in her full lips, the glittering blush on her cheeks, that you almost miss her reply. A court nod that has you taking deep breaths and counting to ten. She jumps off your leg, but only in excitement, saying how she hasn’t been for years, and how Auggie would be so jealous right now if he found out. You don’t intend for anyone to find out. Especially your own parents.

Not that they’d mind, but you don’t want to bother them since you’re sure they’ll offer to drive you. You’d rather it be just you and Stella. Thankfully, they’re not here tonight, a date night, so you pull her to the kitchen so you can both get started on making snacks. She prepares turkey and cheese  sandwiches while you bake your frozen cookie batter. 

When everything’s finished and boxed up, you’re back upstairs to pack a bag that’s almost the same size as your school one. You tell her to use one of your swimsuits, and to wear it underneath the clothes since there wouldn’t be a place for you both to change there. 

She listens and you do the same. Except that while you’re changing in your dressing room, Stella is in your room. The only thing separating the two of you completely naked is a somewhat opaque curtain. Your parents couldn’t be bothered with a fully opaque one and you never cared, not until now at least. You can’t see except an outline and it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, you and Stella change in front of each other plenty, but she takes off her underwear and you can’t help but just stare.

Granted, there’s not much to stare at, it’s an outline, but she’s beautiful. Stella is the most undeniably stunning woman you’ve ever seen and she’s your friend. Even if you want to be more. You try to bring back the deep breathing exercises, hoping you’ll get through seeing her in a bikini the entire night. 

It takes two hours to collect your things and dump the bags into  your parent’s old red Nissan. Stella’s in the passenger’s seat, obviously, you’re in the drivers, you’re focusing on the road in front of you, you swear you are, but she’s mesmerizing. And you wish you could say it was just the pretty face, maybe how good she looks in whatever she wears, but it never was.

Stella’s mannerisms always piqued your curiosity. She talks with a lot of heart, and yet she doesn’t use her hands as much as you would expect. She rounds her words, like she knows the nex ones are coming but she’s not exactly sure what they’ll be— and yet youve never seen her slip up while speaking.

You wish you could stop noticing all of these things. You’ve spent years on end with this girl, known her since you were both only twelve, slept over and crushed on guys. She’s supposed to be like your sister. And yet you can’t help but push those disgusting sibling thoughts away when you see her. 

The drive to the nearest beach, the only one that stays open in the night, anyway, is a thirty minute drive that she fills with a playlist you both made for road trips. You’re both singing your heart out, she’s feeding you because you need to focus, giving you directions off of her phone, and you’re mine is wandering. How far is Vegas? Is it legal to get married at eighteen? Would Stella agree? 

The last one you’re not serious about, you know she’d never. Not only because she’s always given clear signals that she’s heterosexual, but also because you’re her ‘sister’. 

You don’t get to dwell long Ont he matter before he father calls and you’re both giggling as you tell him you’re going to the grocery store to pick up noodles. Cordell walker, as you mentioned before, ain’t stupid, he is, however, indifferent to you and his daughter’s trouble. 

Mostly because what you’d call trouble he’d call a peaceful Sunday night. His idea of trouble is: police, drinking, parties. Your idea of trouble sounds more like: staying up past four AM, going out to the grocery store behind your parents back, and (evidently) taking a secret trip to a beach. So yeah, Cordell’s not worried, if anything, he wishes you were the only girl who spent time with his daughter. 

Twenty five minutes later you pull up to an empty parking lot. There are two other cars but you can only see them from a distance and they don’t matter anymore. From this position inside the car you can see the entire beach, the glittering sea, the beautiful couple sitting on the ground. 

The redhead can’t contain her excitement elastin as she jumps out for her car in a frenzy and you’re left to close it and get the bags. Not that you mind. Stella has had such a tough year that you’re not sure you’d mind her doing anything right about now. 

When you reach where she’s standing, just staring at the scenery in front of her, you can’t help but lean over to kiss her cheek quickly then walk past her, down to where the sand can get in between your toes (you’re both wearing sandals) and the moon can truly shine down on you.

Done in the water, each one of you in her bikini, it’s cold. You’re upset that you didn’t choose soemthing to keep you warm, like a full body suit. While you have an abundance, you’re not sure how that would have ever dried off. So you settle on living in the moment and hug your body around Stella’s who’s shaking like a leaf. 

She looks back at you with a smile, her arms wrapping around your neck as yours went down to her waist. The water only reaches your mid thighs big in this position, you feel like you're drowning. In her shampoo, her perfume, her kindness and love. 

“Stells,” you whisper, and she pulls away with an expectant smile. You shake your head and hold her hands as you slowly lower both your bodies into the water willingly. You shouldn’t move in too deep, so you stand on your knees for a while as you both get used to the hot as hell air, the ice cold water. 

It doesn’t take long. Texas is Texas after all. 

You’re both emerged underwater, laughing about nothing in particular. You’re happy when you’re around Stella. This Stella, anyway. You don’t like ‘Todd’ and ‘Colton’ Stella. Your Stella is much better, she’s confident, resultant, not afraid to call you out. 

Not that the other Stella is any different, but she isn’t yours. She lives for the drama and for the next party, she’s broken up over her mother’s death and her father’s disappearance while she tries to balance being there for her brother and losing her mind. That Stella was supposed to have died when Cordell came back but she still lives in school. Not with you.

Never with you. 

And you’d be stupid if you lied about not being flattered by it, about not appreciating it. 

“And honestly, dad’s happy! I mean, we always knew him and Geri had something going on after we bought the side step but now they hug around the house and he kisses her head, it’s really cute.” You smile, nodding in agreement as you wet your hair. “And August met Faye, I keep trying to tell him she’s a total bitch but he doesn’t care.” 

“He’s gotta learn on his own, you know that. He didn’t live his life the way you did when your dad was gone.” She shrugs as if reluctantly agreeing. And it makes you smile in a full type of way. You move closer to rest your head on her shoulder. “You’re a good sister, baby.” Even saying the moniker brings chills to your body. 

“Yeah, I know you’re right. I just hate it! He’s my baby brother.” You’re about to respond but she’s already changed the conversation and you’re chuckling as you move on with her. You’re both still moving deeper in but not enough that you can’t reach the sandy ground, which is your main focus. 

“This is so fun, we should bring bel and August next time.” You agree, looking up at the stars. They might even be as beautiful as she looks right now. She follows your lead as you both lay on your backs, holding the other's hand so that you don’t stray far. 

Minutes later you notice she’s straightened her body and so you do the same. She’s staring down at your hands.

“You okay, Stells?”

“Hm?” She looks up. “Yes, yeah, I’m okay.”

“Sure?”

“‘M fine, I just…” She pulls her hand away, “wanted to tell you something.” 

Your brain already knows what’s about to happen, you just hope your heart can catch up soon.  “I guess this seems insignificant now because you came out years ago…” A year ago, to be exact. A little after her mother died. “But you know… I guess what I’m trying to say is me too.” It would sound ridiculous coming from anyone else. Me too? But Stella’s staring up at you, the unsureness in her eyes so apparently you can’t help but pull her in for a soul crushing hug. Soul crushing for you. Spine crushing for her. 

What does this mean for you? You’ve kept it hidden these years because you knew there was no way Stella would ever look at a girl and go ‘yes, she looks good enough to sleep with’, but now she does? Does she? Is she only trying the label out?

When you pull away Stella’s eyes are wary. Her freckles are hard to see with no light as it is but with the droplets of water it’s almost impossible.  

“Stells? You okay, sweetheart?” 

“Love it when you call me that, you know? You’re so pretty and soft with my name— the way you talk with me.” You’re stunned, an absurd look on your face. What does she mean? “I’m sorry, just give me a second to think.” She bites her bottom lip between her teeth, taking a deep breath, as if gathering her words.

“You know as well as I do that you changed me. I tried to be better after dad left but I couldn’t. Then even when he came back I had issues but you never cared. You made me go to class and park my car in the right spot and you helped me in my classes— I know my major because you inspired me.”

“I, what?”

“You told me it’s stupid to try and follow in my mum’s footsteps when I know I won’t be happy, that legacy is about the memories and traditions, not about repeating their mistakes. You’re right.”

It’s laughable how wide your eyes are. You try to come back to planet earth and nod slowly, starting to understand. She finally spells it out for you. “I got into Calona’s!” The university right here in Austin, where Stella knows she’ll be happiest. She’s going to Calona’s! You’re keeping your best friend.

You wrap your arms around her to spin her around, instead you both splash into the water with a thud and come back out with smiles. “You’re going to college!”

“I’m going to college!” She laughs back, before she looks at your lips for a second. It happens so fast you don’t have time to stop it (not that you would) or comprehend it (you don’t care to). 

She kisses you. Lips on lips, her hands on your cheeks, your own flailing in the air like one of the sea creatures you’re sure is watching with disdain, before you get your head on straight and kiss back.

All in the span of two seconds, Stella walker changed your life.

When she pulls away, worried, anxious, adorable, you pull her back in. Feeling those full soft lips against yours, kissing you. You can’t help but feel blissed out. And a little hot when she moves closer, pressing her body flat against yours. God, it’s going to be a long drive back home. 

[writtenbygracewilliams]

Peerage & Titles: rank and precedence within the peerage

[Full list of disclaimers is in the master post but tl;dr is that sources for this information are not consistent, sources may be modern, and this may be edited/expanded at anytime as my research continues.]

Sovereign > Royal family > Archbishop of Canterbury > Archbishop of York > Great Officers of State [eg Prime Minister] > Peers

Peers of England > Peers of Scotland > Peers of Great Britain > Peers of the United Kingdom > Peers of Ireland

However, never will a peer of a lower rank precede one of a higher rank [regardless of peerage]

Duke > Marquess > Earl > Viscount > Baron > Baronet

A married woman will always take on the title and precedence of her husband, even if it is her subsequent marriage and/or a lower rank or title.

A dowager peeress precedes the present holder of the same title. For example; Violet precedes Anthony.

A divorced peeress is no longer entitled to the privileges and styles of peeress that their marriage granted them. However, in the case of a Duchess, she may use the title without the The. For example; if they were to divorce, Daphne would go from Your Grace, The Duchess of Hastings to Daphne, Duchess of Hastings. The inclusion of the first name is to differentiate from a future wife of The Duke. If Simon remained unmarried, Daphne may be simply Duchess of Hastings.

Duke > Marquess > Duke’s eldest son > Earl > Marquess’s eldest son > Duke’s younger son(s) > Viscount > Earl’s eldest son > Marquess’s younger son(s) > Baron > Viscount’s eldest son(s) > Earl’s younger son(s) > Baron’s eldest son(s) > Viscount’s younger son(s) > Baron’s younger son(s) > Baronets

Children of the eldest son of a peer have precedence. For example; if Edmund was still alive [meaning Anthony would not yet be Viscount] then it would be Edmund > Violet > Anthony > Baby Edmund II > Benedict > Colin > Gregory > Anthony’s younger son(s)

Daughters take precedence after the eldest son’s wife, but before the younger son(s)’s wives. For example, if Edmund was still alive, Daphne [as Duchess, as she takes her husband’s precedence] Edmund > Violet > Anthony > Kate > Benedict > Colin > Gregory > Eloise > Francesca > Hyacinth > Sophie > Penelope > Lucy.

Canon example, because Anthony is Viscount, Daphne > Violet > Anthony > Kate > Baby Edmund II > Edmund II’s wife > Anthony’s younger son’s > Anthony’s daughters > Anthony’s younger son’s wives > Benedict > Sophie > Colin > Penelope > Gregory > Lucy > Eloise > Francesca > Hyacinth. Much like Daphne, Francesca will outrank Anthony once marrying an Earl.

Let’s all get on the same page about the full ranking/precedence, at the end of s3. Simon > Daphne > Auggie > John > Francesca > Saphne’s younger children (boys first) > Violet > Anthony > Kate > John & Francesca’s hypothetical eldest son would go here > Portia > Baby Polin, Baron Featherington > Baby Edmund II > John & Francesca’s hypothetical younger children (boys first) > Baby Polin’s eldest son > Kanthony’s future children (boys first) > Baby Polin’s younger children > Benedict > Sophie > Colin > Penelope. Polin will be outranked by their grandchildren. [I know that canonically John and Francesca have no children, but I wanted to illustrate].

This one melted my brain a little ngl. Master post here, it’s got general peerage info and links to all my other deep dives. Drop any questions in my ask :)

–GW xo

[thethreeeyed-raven]

first dance

make me feel masterlist

navigation | warnings : none? | dream of the endless playlist | tags : @fangsp1der-2099 , @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom , @knight-of-flowerss , @tiana76 , @navs-bhat

You awoke the next day, not prepared to be bombarded with the questions that would await you in the drawing room.

“Y/n! Y/n! Mother is asking for you!” Hyacinth exclaimed, taking your hand and dragging you into the room.

“What now?!” For goodness sake, you had just opened your eyes!

“Dear! Lady Danbury and Daphne have come to visit!” Violet exclaimed excitedly.

You held back the urge to roll your eyes, sitting down next to your mother.

“We’ve come to talk about your dance last night.” Lady Danbury said with a sly smirk. “All these years I’ve known the Queen, and she’s never done anything like this.”

“Yes, the Queen never did anything like that when I was diamond!” Daphne sipped on her tea, Auggie in her lap.

“You must tell us my dear, why did you choose to dance with Lord Morpheus?”

“Might I share a dance with you my lord?”

Morpheus took your hand in his, letting you guide him to the centre.

Everyone’s eyes were on you.

You didn’t pay them any mind, you just wrapped your arms around his neck. Your faces were now closer.

You got to see his eyes close up. You were right, they were like a blue you’ve never seen.

They held all of the universes and stars in them. All the undiscovered planets.

When the dance finished, he slipped away, not wanting to be seen.

You stood in the middle of the ballroom, your cheeks flushed, and your eyes glazed.

Your mother, Daphne, Lady Danbury, and Hyacinth watched you with beady eyes.

“He was…in my line of sight.”

All four of them shared a look before continuing what they were doing before you came downstairs.

Three knocks were heard on the door.

“Lucienne.” Morpheus said tiredly.

Another night without sleep, this time with a reason.

“Death is here again, what would you like me to tell her?”

“That I haven’t been drinking all night because I got too overwhelmed because of Bridgerton’s sister.”

Lucienne huffed. “Morpheus.”

Morpheus lifted himself from the bed. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

“What is it now, sister?” Morpheus wrapped a silk robe around himself, the bags under his eyes prominent.

“What happened last night Dream?” Death voiced her worry.

Morpheus sat down on the couch across, shielding his eyes from the natural light.

“Nothing, why?” He motioned for Lucienne to open the patio doors to let some air in, air he desperately needed.

“So nothing was you running away from the season’s diamond might I add, leaving her on the dance floor alone and confused?!”

Morpheus winced at the volume of her voice and Death took notice.

“You’ve been drinking, haven’t you.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No I haven’t-”

“Yes you have!” Death stood up, rounding the corner of the couch to stand in front of her brother. “You can’t just up and run when you can’t handle a situation! What was wrong with a little dance anyway?”

“I was overwhelmed!”

This was the first time Dream had ever openly admitted his feelings, and the last. But it wasn’t even half of what he felt the night before.

“Why?”

Morpheus paused for a brief moment, before something switched in his mind.

“It’s none of your business, go.”

“But-”

“Go.”

His tone was stern, and Death knew to leave him alone then, so she went.

Lucienne left the room, going to tend to her other duties in the manor.

And Morpheus was left alone.

Like always.

[abbatoirablaze]

Captain Penisi Master List

This series is completed! ✔️

Tacoma Washington. A dreary town just outside of Seattle.

At least it was for Auggie until she met a helpful nurse by the name of Vickie McConky who took her under her wing.

And then she met the rest of the McConkys...and Eddie Penisi.

And while this normally fun-loving captain who is always up to something is great with everyone else...Eddie's not exactly friendly to her.

And while she thinks it's because of something that she'd maybe done, what she doesn't realize is that around her, Captain Penisi loses his mojo.

He reverts back to the awkward boy he was before Nudey Trudy Towers. And while everyone else but her seems to know that he's got a crush, no one is able to help him; because he keeps pushing them away, saying that if he gets Auggie, it's because he's Eddie Penisi.

But what if being Eddie Penisi isn't enough?

Chapters

The Lengths Eddie Penisi Will Go To

Tay Tay McVee Tickets

The Station Tour

When Eddie Penisi Gets Jealous

Pasta A La Penisi

The Fire At The Dispensary

Mike Crystal

Quarentine

Eddie The Chief

[sockiess]

I'm literally so scared to request things, but I have this combo in my head that I think you could like:

Scott barringer x cutesy innocent dorky girl (yk that type of girls that are just really really pretty but no one notices cuz they have glasses)

You could write whatever, I just think it's a really good pairing.

plus, you're so good ily 🩷

Hi! Sorry i’m late to this request!! But I love this idea so much🫶🫶

Pretty Girl

Warnings: none!

I was so excited to find Scott as I found a very pretty flower by the lake and wanted to show him! I mean I had never seen a flower like this before! As I ran to the yard looking for him, I saw him playing football with Ezra and Auggie.

As I ran closer to him he looked up and saw me and stopped playing and smiled and ran over to me. “Hi pretty girl” Scott cooed playing with the ends of my hair. “Hi Scotty!” I replied smiling up at him. “What do you got there pretty girl?” Scott asked me softly looking down at the flower I was holding. “It’s a flower I found it by the lake isn’t it pretty?” I asked him holding up the flower. “It’s very pretty” Scott said softly. “I don’t know what flower it is though maybe peter knows I should ask him later.” I told Scott as he looked at me with soft eyes. “First let’s clean off your glasses.” Scott said taking my glasses off and rubbing the lenses against his shirt and softly placing them back on face.

“All better” Scott said smiling and tapping my nose. “Thank you Scotty!” I beamed. “You’re welcome sweet girl.” “Let’s go get you something to eat pretty girl I bet your hungry after your little adventure.” Scott said wrapping his arm around my shoulder and guiding me to the cafeteria.

After Scott got us some snacks we sat and ate playfully kicking eachother under the table. “You gonna press that flower in your book babe?” Scott asked me while holding up the flower. “Yeah!” I replied finishing my sandwich Scott made me. “A pretty flower for a pretty girl” Scott said putting the flower in my hair.

I tried to ignore that a very pink blush was forming on my face as I leaned over and kissed Scott on the cheek. As I went to place another one Scott turned his head placing his lips on mine and softly kissing me. “You’re so cute” Scott cooed pulling away and kissing my forehead. “Come on let’s go put the flower in your little book.” Scott said standing up and taking my hand. “Yeah ok” I replied and followed him to my cabin. The whole walk we where all smiles looking like soulmates to anybody who saw us.

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST🫶🫶 AS ALWAYS IF YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE OR ADD ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW🫶🫶

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

Going back to our roots here what’s your brutally honest opinion about lucaya and joshaya if you’re up for some throwbacks

this message physically aged me 45 years 😭

lucaya- like, it was obviously planned from the beginning, but here's the thing: their dynamic was tired as hell. you see it in every piece of media ever. they were BORING. also I just genuinely almost never liked lucas lmfao. there were a handful of lines throughout 3 seasons that got a laugh out of me- and it was always when he was playing the idiot or confused part, if they had just let him be the wannabe eric of the show it could have been amazing. as for maya, I definitely wasn't as attached to her as I was riley, she just kinda got on my nerves a bit, but Dear God Did She Deserve Better. the triangle was drawn out WAY too long. by the end of it both girls should have left lucas in the dust. we see the 'official' triangle plotline start on new years eve, and end in late september/early october. in no world should it have taken him that long, ESPECIALLY when he knew what a strain it was putting on the girls relationship. if he really cared he would have stepped back, like, literally, it is very very possible to have feelings for someone and not date them, oh my God. farkle had the girls fighting over him ONE time and was like 'hey no I love you guys too much to see you upset'. lucas friar you will always be hated<3

joshaya- I need to get this out of the way because I saw it so much: maya was not trying to date josh when she snuck into the college party. the college girls were not telling josh to date maya. one of josh's friends hits on maya and riley and maya said We Are In Eighth Grade. she's not delusional. the whole episode was how she wanted josh to stop ignoring her. there's subtext ladies!!! cory and topanga were practically raising maya since she was 5. even if it's not addressed too well on screen, you have to be aware that maya and josh have known each other practically their whole lives. considering how close josh is with cory, riley, and auggie, that tells us he saw the family on a regular basis growing up (he literally left his parents and took a train at like 4 in the morning just so cory could open his college letter with him). so josh and maya were likely good friends as children! what we see with his introduction to the show is he starts treating her more as a kid, as his niece's friend, and thinks her feelings are silly and she says No. I need you to take me seriously here. I don't want our friendship to change just because you're in college now. my feelings are not stupid and I want you to respect me. (also. side note. they never said josh's age in the show right?? because for him to start college when he did would make him older than he should have been based on the boy meets world timeline...like, I was kinda working under the assumption he skipped a grade or two in high school but everyone else was like Known Grown Man And Pedophile Josh Matthews Asked A Toddler To Go To The Movies As Friends lmfao). anyway. she asks him to respect her and he does!!! genuine shock and awe! lucas friar found dead in a ditch! lmao. their vague 'let's see how we feel in a few years' talk reminded me a lot of the cory/topanga yearbook quote scene, and they had great chemistry! it didn't feel like something I've seen a thousand times before. it's not like they promised to swear off dating and wait for her 18th birthday, she was basically dating zay by the end of the show. they just said 'we've known each other for a while, there's definitely something between us but this isn't the right time for us to explore it, so let's be friends like we used to' (see: what lucas should have done during the triangle). josh had a tiny bit of an edge to him, but with the dorky matthews heart, which tbh was exactly what maya wanted. I loved how maya acted around josh, it lead to some of her funniest and most open moments in the show. I loved how gentle josh was with her even when she was being annoying. I love a good childhood crush to actual lovers story! sue me! lmao I think if the show had gotten as many seasons as boy meets world they really could have been something special

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Remeber that time? || Panville

Pairings- Pansy Parkinson x Neville Longbottom This is the second short yet not so short drabble, these aren't written in order, and can be read as standalones. In this one, Neville and Pansy, "try" to celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary, on christmas eve, but parental duties just seem to be piling up, so much so that they don't have any time to spare.

Remeber when we tried to celebrate our anniversary?

Evenings in the Longbottom household were a study in tranquility, but not the eerie silence Pansy had grown accustomed to in her childhood. Here, the quiet was comforting, with the couple nestled on their sofa, Pansy's head resting on her husband's shoulder as he delved into a book. Meanwhile, their three children—Alice, Francesca, and the youngest, August—were scattered across the carpet.

Alice engrossed herself in a tome from her father's study, while Francesca and August engaged in a heated game of wizard's chess. Despite being three years younger, August seemed to be trouncing his sister. Their seventeen-year-old, Alice, glanced at her parents and remarked, "Your seventeenth anniversary is coming up soon."

"You can shoot me on the day I forget," Neville quipped, his eyes still fixed on his book. Pansy playfully nudged his arm.

"Do you two have any plans? Something romantic?" asked Francesca, the fourteen-year-old. Meanwhile, eleven-year-old August gagged at the mention of romance, deep in his "the opposite gender is a contagious disease" phase.

"Aug, you're gagging now, but in a few years, you'll be chasing after some girl, begging for romance," Alice teased her brother, earning a loving laugh from Pansy.

"Mum, any plans?" Francesca persisted. "Hannah Abbott was saying Dad was quite the romantic in his younger days. Did you have romantic anniversaries?"

Neville coughed uncomfortably at the mention of his ex-girlfriend, trying to change the subject, but Pansy reassured him with a comforting pat on the arm.

"He's more of a hopeful romantic," Pansy chuckled. "But we haven't properly celebrated an anniversary since Francie was born. It became even harder with Auggie along the way. Although we did have a few moments when Alice was a baby. People offered to babysit, but our hearts just wanted us all together."

"Francie and Auggie, the romance ruiners," Neville interjected with a smile. "I remember you two pulling me away whenever I tried to steal a kiss from your mum. And you, Auggie, were no less innocent, always glued to your mum's hip and crying every time I got near."

"I told you we should've given them up for adoption. You never took a seven-year-old's opinion seriously," Alice quipped, earning a playful tug on her hair from August.

"Nev, dear?" Pansy called, drawing her husband's attention away from their children. He hummed in acknowledgment, pulling her closer in a tender embrace.

"Do you remember when we tried to celebrate our tenth anniversary?" she asked, catching the children's attention with intrigue. "What do you mean 'tried'?" Francesca inquired eagerly.

On the twenty-fourth of December, Neville and Pansy finally decided to steal a moment for themselves and celebrate their anniversary with a quiet dinner at a charming Italian restaurant nearby. However, as fate would have it, parental duties refused to give them a break. Their three-year-old, August, was cranky with an ear infection and a nasty cold.

"Mama, I don't feel good," August whimpered, seeking comfort from his mother, who was engrossed in the latest edition of Witch Weekly. Pansy immediately scooped him up, her heart aching at his distress, and carried him out to the front porch where Neville was tending to the plants.

Meanwhile, Neville found himself in the midst of his own battle with his two daughters, aged nine and seven. Both were vying for his attention, their constant bickering wearing on his nerves. He adored his girls but wished for a moment of peace to hear them out without the arguments.

Surveying the watering can in his hand and the squabbling girls before him, Neville made a snap decision. Without a second thought, he doused both of them with water. "DAD, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Alice protested, while Francesca shot him a glare.

"Now that you're done arguing, care to tell me why you're out here?" Neville asked with a charming smile, trying to suppress his amusement at their soaked state.

"We haven't gotten a birthday present for me yet, and my birthday was ages ago," Francie complained, giving her best puppy-dog eyes. In reality, her birthday had been just three weeks prior, but she hadn't received a gift yet due to the busy household.

Neville dried Francie's hair with a towel, "We haven't gotten a birthday present for me yet, and my birthday was ages ago," Francie lamented, her expression adorned with puppy-dog eyes. In truth, her birthday had only passed three weeks prior, but the absence of a gift was undeniable.

Pansy had made promises, but the household's bustling errands had left little time for birthday shopping. "Yes, lovebug, we'll get you a present. What did you have in mind?" Neville inquired, gently drying her hair with a towel. "Dragon-hide Quidditch gloves, especially the red ones I adore. My old pair is completely worn out," Francie replied, her excitement evident.

Sighing heavily, Neville contemplated the cost of Quidditch gloves. Though he never played the sport himself, he understood their expense, given his friends' involvement. Despite Pansy's jests about their financial security – "Honey, you landed yourself a pureblooded witch, the sole heir; it's like winning the lottery" – Neville was wary of spoiling their children. He didn't want them to expect everything handed to them on a silver platter.

However, considering it was a birthday gift for their vivacious Francesa, he relented. "I'll discuss it with your mother, alright?" he proposed, eliciting a happy nod from his daughter.

Then, turning to Alice, who was still grumpy and shivering, he cast a warming charm on her and handed her a towel.

"Now, Miss Alice Longbottom, what's on your wishlist?" he inquired. She huffed, mentioning a book, "Ferdalland's Creek," specifically the new Christmas edition that would soon be unavailable.

"You can read any book in my study," Neville suggested, hoping to sway her. But Alice wasn't convinced. "Dad, all your books are about plants or herbology," she protested, unaware of the irony.

Neville, hurt by her disdain for his beloved subject, reminded her that plants and herbology was the reason they had food on the table. After some negotiation, he reluctantly agreed to her request, knowing her birthday was just around the corner.

As Neville bantered with Alice, he noticed Pansy approaching with August in her arms,

"He's got a bad cold. We've got to take him to St. Mungo's," Pansy announced, her concern evident as Neville cradled August in his arms. "Loves, why are the two of you drenched?" she inquired, turning her attention to both her daughters. Alice pointed accusingly at her father and replied, "Ask him." Pansy shot Neville a quizzical look, but he simply laughed it off.

"St. Mungo's? We were just talking about going there, Mama," Francie chimed in, eagerly approaching her mother. Pansy struggled to carry her daughter as she listened intently. "Why do you need to go to St. Mungo's?" she asked, puzzled by the sudden urgency. "Not St. Mungo's, but nearby, you know, Quality Quidditch Supplies. Al wanted to go to Flourish and Blotts," Francie clarified, her excitement palpable.

Wrapping August in a snug coat, they embarked on their journey to Diagon Alley, the children's excited chatter filling the crisp air. Their first destination was the hospital, where the doctor assured them it was merely a seasonal allergy, nothing serious.

Despite the reassurance, August shed a few tears when faced with the prospect of an injection. Alice offered comfort by holding his hand, while Francesa attempted to soothe him with a playful bribe. "Auggie, if you don't cry, I'll let you sit on my broomstick," she whispered, earning a sharp glance from her mother.

"Mother, you've got to appreciate humor. Or is it too much of a Slytherin trait to have any sense of humor at all?" the cheeky seven-year-old retorted, eliciting a laugh from the amused doctor. Pansy's cheeks flushed crimson, accustomed to Francesa's teasing antics. "See, he's quiet now. I told you bribery works, Mum," Francesa declared triumphantly after the shot was administered.

"Dad, can we please go to the Quidditch store now? It feels like forever since I've been there, and I've missed Madam Donnoricks," Francesa pleaded, tugging at her father's hand. Neville chuckled. "Fran, I think Madam Donnoricks was too busy to notice your absence," he teased, earning a grumble from his daughter.

"I think we should go to Flourish and Blotts. If I'm not mistaken, your dad wanted to pick up a book from there too, so we can kill two birds with one stone," Pansy suggested, causing Alice's face to light up. "Thank Merlin, I almost thought you'd forget I wanted something too," she quipped.

"Mum, you don't have to play favorites so obviously—August, Alice, and finally, little, annoying Francie," Francesa pouted, huffing all the way to the Quidditch store.

"I love them, really, but sometimes I just want to lock myself in the loo for an hour at least," Neville whispered to his wife once the girls were out of earshot. "Yeah, so much for the tenth anniversary," Pansy sighed sadly.

"Mum, can we please have ice cream?" Alice piped up as they stood in front of Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlor. "Honestly, if I say no, your sister will eat me alive. But don't get any for August; he's got a cold," Pansy replied.

"I want ice cream too," August said, his eyes brimming with tears. Pansy shushed him gently, promising to get him a pumpkin pastie instead. He nodded happily, planting sloppy kisses on his mum's face. "Mama, you taste like powder," he declared. Pansy laughed, "I'm glad you find my expensive powder tasty," as he continued to lick her face.

As Neville accompanied his daughters to Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlor, the atmosphere was anything but peaceful. Alice and Francie were bickering incessantly over trivial matters, causing Neville's patience to wear thin.

"I swear, if you two don't stop this incessant arguing, I'll drench you both in melted ice cream this time," Neville warned sternly. The threat seemed to have its desired effect as the girls fell silent, shooting each other cautious glances.

However, the peace was short-lived. On the way back home, Alice couldn't resist the temptation and took a big bite out of Francie's ice cream cone. Incensed by her sister's audacity, Francie retaliated by pulling Alice's hair, igniting a fresh round of squabbling.

As the squabble between Alice and Francie escalated, Pansy couldn't contain her frustration any longer. "Girls, enough! You're ruining what was supposed to be a nice outing," she scolded firmly. "You need to learn to get along and show some respect for each other."

Neville nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring Pansy's disappointment. "Your mother's right. We expect better behavior from you both," he added, his disappointment evident in his tone.

The girls hung their heads sheepishly, realizing they had overstepped their bounds. Despite their squabble, they knew they had disappointed their parents. With remorse in their eyes, they quietly accepted their scolding.

The ride back home was uncomfortably quiet, not the peaceful kind that usually followed a family outing. Pansy and Neville tried to engage their daughters in conversation, but their attempts were met with vague responses and lingering shame from the earlier incident.

"Loves, it's alright. These things happen, and it's natural to have disagreements with your siblings," Neville reassured them gently. "But you have to remember to respect each other's boundaries. Alice, you shouldn't have taken a big bite out of Fran's ice cream, and Francie, you shouldn't have pulled Alice's hair."

"Your dad is right. Alice, apologize to Francie. You're older, so you should set a good example and give her some space. And Francie, apologize to Alice. Cut her some slack, alright honeypies?" Pansy chimed in, despite Alice's audible groan at the endearment.

Reluctantly, the girls exchanged apologies, their embarrassment evident but their resolve to make amends stronger.

Making a brief stop at a smaller branch of Honeydukes, Pansy returned with pasties for everyone. August, in his usual fashion, managed to wear more of his pastie on his face than in his mouth, eliciting laughter from the whole family and easing the tension of the earlier disagreement.

After they arrived home, both Pansy and Neville were utterly exhausted, too drained to even consider moving, let alone keeping their dinner reservation. So, they decided to cancel it, opting for a quiet evening at home instead.

Once the kids were tucked into bed, Pansy made her way to the fridge and retrieved a tub of pumpkin-pie flavored ice cream for the couple. "My favorite, you remembered," Neville remarked gratefully as he accepted the bowl from his wife. "Couldn't even get some for me with those two constantly bickering in the store," he added with a chuckle.

"I know it's exhausting, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love what we have," Pansy replied, her voice tinged with affection.

"I love us too, and yes, I love those three pests too. They're perfect," Neville agreed wholeheartedly, sharing a laugh with his wife. As he noticed a smudge of ice cream on Pansy's lips, he couldn't resist leaning in to lick it off, eliciting a blush from her.

"Parkinson, are you blushing?" he teased, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Shut up, Longbottom," she retorted playfully, grabbing his collar and pulling him into a tender kiss.

"Happy anniversary, Parkinson," Neville whispered against her lips.

"Happy anniversary, Longbottom," Pansy replied, sealing their affection with another sweet kiss.

"I am highly offended that you'd call us pests, dad," August protested, his tone indignant. "And I consider myself a very important part of this story. Without me, you wouldn't even enjoy your anniversary in a true way."

"Shut up, August. You don't even remember anything; you were three with snot up your nose," Alice retorted, rolling her eyes at her younger brother. "Alice and I still do not get along. She's a bully," Francesa interjected, shooting her sister a pointed look. "Honestly, why do I put up with the both of you?" Alice muttered under her breath.

"Mum? I had a question," Francesa turned to Pansy, seeking clarification. "Yes, sweetheart?" Pansy replied, her attention fully on her daughter. "Your anniversary is on Christmas, and Alice is turning seventeen exactly a month after your seventeenth anniversary. Aren't you supposed to be pregnant for nine months?"

Pansy began to answer, but Neville intervened, not wanting to delve into that conversation with their fourteen-year-old. They couldn't tell her the truth—that they eloped when Pansy was eight months pregnant. That's a story for another time, probably in fifteen years.

"Will you look at the time? Get to bed, everyone. We've got to go to the Burrow tomorrow," Neville redirected the conversation once the kids had retreated to their rooms. As he washed the dishes, Pansy wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

"Baby, why didn't you let me answer Francesa's question?" she inquired softly, planting kisses along his bare back. He turned around, trapping her between the kitchen island and his arms, lifting her onto the countertop.

"You seriously think I would let you tell the kids that I got you pregnant out of wedlock, was too much of a coward to propose to you until you offered to elope? Yeah, that's not happening," he confessed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Pansy couldn't help but laugh at his response. Embracing her husband tightly, she circled her arms around his neck and kissed him with all the love in the world. She knew that what they had was a forever kind of love.