#but they are both so good and wonderful and deserve love

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Faked It So Good I Deserve an Oscar

A chaotic lineup of boyfriends overhearing YN roast her ex’s tragic performance — jealousy, sulking, and accidental confessions ensue.

KUROO TETSURO

Kuroo was minding his business.

Okay, he was half-listening, half-working on his laptop in the other room while you took a phone call on the couch. The occasional bursts of your laughter were music to his ears, so he didn’t think much of it—until your voice rose just enough for a few very suspicious sentences to float into his ears.

“Girl,” you laughed, “honestly, I faked it every time. He thought a few thrusts meant good sex? Please.”

Kuroo froze mid-typing.

What.

He blinked, staring at his screen like it betrayed him. His ears perked like a cat's, trying to decipher the tone. You sounded amused, unbothered—but the words? They stabbed him in his pride.

He wasn’t eavesdropping. Not technically. But he absolutely stopped working.

You continued, laughing, “Like one-two-three and boom—done! I used to think maybe I was the problem. But nooope. It was just bad.”

Kuroo’s jaw clenched.

Was this about him? You weren’t saying names. But the “he” in question was getting roasted with zero mercy, and Kuroo’s smug little heart was lowkey spiraling.

He shut his laptop, stood up casually (or at least tried to make it casual), and strolled to the doorway, leaning against the frame like he hadn’t just spent the last two minutes in existential crisis.

“So,” he drawled with a raised brow and signature smirk, “should I take notes on what not to do? For science, of course.”

You looked up, phone still pressed to your ear. “Oh—hang on,” you told your friend, then turned to him with an evil glint in your eye. “Were you eavesdropping, Kuroo Tetsuro?”

“Not at all,” he said innocently. “Just overheard the death of some poor guy’s ego.”

You grinned and stood from the couch, walking over to him slowly. “Oh, baby,” you cooed, grabbing his face gently in your hands. “Relax. That story wasn’t about you.”

He let out a dramatic sigh, only slightly relieved. “Okay, but like... you’d tell me if I was trash in bed, right?”

You smirked and stepped even closer, dropping your voice to a teasing whisper. “Kuroo. If you were bad in bed... I’d ruin your life.”

“Wha—”

Before he could react, you reached down and gave him the lightest, most playful squish to the goods. Nothing painful—just enough to assert your comedic dominance.

Kuroo immediately tensed, half-laughing, half-freaking out. “EXCUSE ME—?!”

You giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “That’s how you’d know. But lucky for you, you’re the reason I forget how to walk sometimes.”

His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “Okay, wow. I love you, but please never say that in public.”

“Too late. I’m texting it to Kenma.”

He lunged for your phone with a yelp. “YOU'RE NOT.”

Ten minutes later, he finally calmed down enough to collapse back onto the couch with you, limbs tangled and hearts settled. After a quiet moment, he looked at you sideways.

“…But for real,” he said, voice softer now, “what do you like? Like… actually? Not just in bed, but like—stuff that makes you feel good.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is this you being romantic or is this ‘research Kuroo’ coming out?”

“Can it be both?” he asked, wrapping his arm around your waist. “I just want to make sure I’m not a ‘three-thrust wonder’ in your memory bank.”

You laughed and tucked yourself closer to him. “You’re more like a... science experiment gone right.”

He grinned. “Now that’s the kind of review I like.”

KENMA KOZUME

It started like any normal night.

Kenma was sitting cross-legged on the bed, Switch in hand, headset pushed over messy hair, eyes locked on the screen. His fingers moved quickly, zoned in on whatever boss fight he was currently immersed in. You were beside him, curled up in your hoodie, on the phone with your best friend. The call had been mostly harmless—gossip, laughter, teasing. He wasn’t really paying attention.

At least, not until he realized the left ear of his headset wasn’t plugged in.

And right on cue, he heard it.

Your voice, clear as day: “It was honestly so boring. Like, bro thought missionary in the dark was revolutionary.”

Kenma blinked. Hard.

His character, mid-roll to dodge a fireball, stood still. Then died instantly.

“…Huh.”

He tried to act unbothered. Calm. Cool. Unfazed. Like your words didn’t just cause a minor existential earthquake inside him. But even when he pressed "Retry," his hands felt a little clammy.

His mind spiraled.

Missionary in the dark… Is that what I do?

His eyes shifted to you without moving his head, watching as you giggled and added, “I’m not kidding! He turned off the lights like it was a dramatic reveal.”

Kenma stared blankly at the screen now. His character respawned. Then immediately walked off a cliff.

You noticed, squinting. “Kozu? You okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Just—fell.”

But later that night, when the call ended and your phone was tucked away, Kenma hesitated.

You were beside him again, scrolling mindlessly. He glanced at you, then down at his hands.

“…Do you think I’m boring like that?” he asked quietly, almost a whisper.

You blinked. “Huh?”

Kenma stared at the sheets, cheeks just barely flushed. “What you said earlier. About that guy. Missionary, lights off… I know I’m not the most…” He trailed off, then finished with a mumble, “…adventurous.”

You stared at him for a beat, then blinked again—realizing what he must’ve heard.

“Wait… did you hear that?” you asked, a smile tugging at your lips.

He nodded, looking almost embarrassed. “I know I’m not… whatever. Like, I don’t want you to feel like that with me too.”

You couldn’t help it—you leaned in and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face into his hoodie-covered chest.

“Kenmaaaa,” you said, voice muffled against him. “Baby. First of all, that guy was a walking snoozefest. Like clock-in, clock-out vibes. No thoughts. Just… shadows and disappointment.”

Kenma choked on a small laugh.

“And you,” you continued, looking up at him with a teasing grin, “are the opposite of boring. You’re like… quietly insane in bed. In the best way.”

He blinked. “What does that even mean?”

“You act all soft and shy but then randomly say something filthy or grab my—” you reached down with a mischievous look, hands resting lightly on his thigh, “—thigh like it’s a video game controller.”

“Y/N—” he warned softly, ears going red.

You nuzzled up closer, all cozy affection now. “You’re perfect. And if you ever wanna try something new, I’m always down. But only if you want to, okay? No pressure.”

He looked at you, a little stunned. “You really don’t think I’m—”

You kissed the tip of his nose. “Nope. I think you’re the reason I still get butterflies.”

A long pause.

“…Do you wanna try the thing where—”

You grinned. “Yes.”

He blinked. “I didn’t even finish.”

“I'll still say yes,” you said, snuggling up to him like a smug cat.

Kenma's mouth twitched into a smile as he softly muttered, “You’re annoying.”

You smiled back, eyes glinting. “And you're mine.”

AKAASHI KEIJI

The door clicked shut behind you as you leaned your full weight against it, heels dangling from one hand, purse sliding halfway off your shoulder.

"Keijiii,” you called, voice warm and just a little slurred. “Your emotionally scarred, slightly buzzed girlfriend has returned.”

Akaashi glanced up from his book, lounging on the couch in a hoodie and joggers, glasses perched perfectly on his nose. “Welcome home,” he said, closing the book gently. “Rough night?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you walked straight toward him, letting your shoes clatter to the floor as you stumbled forward and practically collapsed into his lap, arms and legs sprawled in every direction like a particularly dramatic pillow.

He steadied you with a hand on your hip. “Hi,” he said softly, amused. “So... I'm assuming that wasn't just wine talking.”

You let out a deep sigh into his hoodie and mumbled, “You don’t even know. Keiji, it was like... spiritual damage.”

Akaashi smiled gently, brushing a loose strand of hair from your cheek. “Tell me what happened.”

You shifted slightly, turning your face so you could look up at him with glassy, tired eyes. “So we were playing this stupid game, okay? Like that spicy ‘truth or drink’ thing. And someone asked, like, ‘Who gave you the worst sex of your life,’ and everyone laughed and drank, but then someone—one of my sweet, clueless friends—said my ex’s name. Out loud. As a joke.”

His brows lifted slightly, and his thumb brushed small circles into your side as you kept going.

“I thought I’d laugh it off, but it hit me like a truck,” you said, voice cracking just a bit. “Because like... it’s true. But not just in the ‘bad sex’ way. It was like I wasn’t even there. I was just... lying there like a sex doll. Just lying still, thinking about taxes and overdue bills and whether I left the stove on.”

You gave a laugh that caught in your throat and turned into something wetter. Akaashi’s expression softened completely, and he set the book aside without a word, cupping your cheek gently.

“I’m so sorry,” he said quietly. “That sounds awful.”

“It was,” you admitted, voice wobbly. “And what’s worse is that I didn’t even realize how messed up it was until I got away from it. I thought that was just... normal. Like maybe I just didn’t enjoy sex like other people did. Like maybe I was broken.”

“Hey,” he whispered firmly, brushing his thumb under your eye. “You are not broken. He just never cared enough to actually see you.”

You blinked hard, then suddenly sat up a bit straighter in his lap, your arms still clinging around his waist. “That’s why being with you is so different,” you said, voice thick with feeling. “You see me. You listen. You actually care whether I feel good or not. And not just in bed. In everything.”

Akaashi’s eyes shone behind his glasses. He leaned in, resting his forehead gently against yours. “You deserve to be cherished. Not just touched.”

You melted into him, voice quieter now. “Thank god you’re the only one who can make me come a lot.”

Akaashi choked.

You pulled back slightly to look at him, blinking innocently. “What? It’s true. You're like the sex equivalent of a Nobel Prize. Revolutionary.”

He cleared his throat, ears bright red now, voice suddenly half an octave higher. “That’s... very flattering. I’m honored?”

You giggled, swaying in his arms. “Don’t get cocky, Keiji. Unless it’s in a good way.”

He groaned softly, hiding his face in your shoulder. “You’re impossible when you’re drunk.”

You smiled, cheek pressed against his hair. “Yeah, but I’m your problem now.”

He tightened his arms around you, voice dropping to a warm murmur. “Gladly.”

The room fell quiet for a moment, your breathing slowing, the wine haze starting to settle. Akaashi’s hand stroked your back in slow, comforting patterns.

“I just wanted to feel wanted,” you whispered. “Not used. Not ignored. Just... wanted.”

“I want you,” he murmured, tucking you closer. “All of you. Even when you’re rambling about taxes mid-flop.”

You laughed sleepily, and he kissed the top of your head.

As you started to doze off in the safety of his arms, he kept whispering gentle affirmations — soft I love yous, you're safe nows, and you matter so muches — until your breathing evened out and your worries melted into sleep.

And Akaashi? He stayed awake a little longer, holding you like a promise.

BOKUTO KOUTARO

Bokuto was sitting on the couch with a protein shake in hand, scrolling through videos on his phone with the volume low. You were in the kitchen on a call with your best friend, voice trailing in and out of his ears, mostly just laughter and random gossip — until one line hit him like a volleyball to the face:

“He had no rhythm. It was like he was humping a pillow. I’m still traumatized.”

Choke.

Bokuto full-on spluttered on his shake, coughing violently while slapping his own chest. You didn’t notice, still cackling with your friend as you added, “Like bro, how is that even possible? No beat, no pace, just… flail.”

He stared at the kitchen wall in horror.

Oh my god.

His mind raced.

Was she talking about me? When did I flail? Did I hump like a pillow? Oh no — was it last week? The one time I went too fast and hit her thigh instead? SHE SAID TRAUMATIZED?

He blinked at nothing, the mental trauma already blooming. His protein shake sat forgotten in his lap, as did the TikTok that was now playing a video of a dancing dog.

He didn’t laugh once.

 

Later, when you hung up and walked over all casual, he was sitting rigidly on the couch with his arms crossed and cheeks puffed out.

“Hey, babe,” you said brightly, flopping down beside him.

No response.

You blinked, then leaned your head on his shoulder. “Kou?”

Still nothing. Just a dramatic huff.

“…Are you pouting?”

“No.”

“Okay, now you’re lying.”

He turned away from you completely, muttering, “Why would you talk about me like that?”

You stared. Then it clicked.

“…Wait. Did you hear what I said on the phone?”

He whipped around, eyes wide. “You said I had no rhythm!”

You burst into laughter.

“Oh my god, baby — no! I wasn’t talking about you! That was about my ex!”

“…Your ex humped like a pillow?”

You giggled even harder, clutching his bicep. “Yes! The man was trying to start a fire or something. It was tragic.”

Bokuto still looked mildly wounded, eyes squinting. “Are you sure?”

You leaned in close, voice teasing. “I’m sure. You, on the other hand…” You kissed his cheek. “Have amazing rhythm.”

Then, with a grin: “Sometimes I feel like I’m in a music video.”

He squinted suspiciously. “But like… a cool music video? Or one of those weird abstract ones—"

You cut him off by playfully pinching one of his nipples through his shirt.

“YN!” he yelped, curling in on himself.

You giggled and attacked the other side. “This is payback for sulking!”

“I WAS TRAUMATIZED FOR TEN MINUTES!”

“Ten minutes too long!” You crawled into his lap and peppered his face with kisses. “You’re perfect. Your rhythm is A+. Your thrust game is elite. I would never roast you like that.”

He grumbled, still faking annoyance. “You pinched my nips. I’m emotionally unstable now.”

You nuzzled his nose. “I’ll kiss them better.”

He paused.

Then muttered, “Fine. But I’m still sulking.”

“You can sulk while I straddle you.”

“…Okay.”

And just like that, sulky turned into smug.

[buckyys-babydoll-library]

It’s not me absolutely giggling and kicking my feet because he’s so damn adorable. This man can be such a thick, beefy, grumpy man but once he’s down the rabbit hole for his girl. He’s freaking soft and adorable. And I love him so much!

You write him so amazingly. Sweet, passionate. Funny and charming. Fell in love with him once again, thanks to you, J!🩷

And Bucky Barnes is counting.

Adorable you say? NAH! He’s a walking cinnamon roll with the sweetest sugar and cinnamon. Served with glazed sugar!🤭

He pokes you. Right in the side.

AHAHAAHHAHAAHAHH! I’m kicking my feet so hard! THIS! THIIIISSSSS! Right here!🙂‍↕️The charming, childish him. Makes him boyish and yet so cute. Just perfectly.🥰

“I've been standin’ here,” he says, calm as ever, trying to sound like someone who isn’t folding from the inside out. “Watching you walk past me like I’m invisible. That’s cruel, sweetheart. Cold-blooded.”

Poor Baby! How dare you, huh? But aargggghhh! Why is he so damn adorable. I mean like, please? Just gimme that man! He needs some kisses on his nose and forehead. And I’m willing to give him these sweet kisses he wants so bad!🥺🩷

“Would’ve waved, but my hand’s all tired from waiting.”

His hands are tired. Poor baby has to poke because had had to wait so long for her attention! Secretly he’s just a puppy who needs some love and poking is the easiest way to get her attention and love!🙂‍↕️ We got ya trick, Buck!

Their whole conversation and interaction is just so precious. I could point out like every sentence. Every word. They are adorable together, so sweet.🙂‍↕️

Like they both know how to annoy one another affectionately while they don’t want to annoy one another.🤭 She’s doing her job. And he’s a puppy in love. But then!

BUMM! POKING! 🥰. And they interact and it’s like they both know deep down there’s more than just their work relationship.🩷

The way he feels for her. Like she’s the sun in his universe. The brightness. The light he can hold onto when it’s getting dark. It’s just perfection!

Or kiss him. He prefers the latter.

I do too! Definitely the latter. Let’s kiss. Just— just a bit closer and KISS!🙂‍↕️ He’s so desperate to get her attention, it’s adorable.🥺

He’ll be here waiting.

Poking.

Thank you for making me fall unbelievably harder for that man. Our puppy dog. Our cinnamon roll. Just a precious baby who deserves all the love. And maybe he deserves a few kisses for waiting and poking! He’s being such a good boy, isn’t he?😂🥺

This is brilliant! And I absolutely adore and love that one. Precious. Sweet. Wonderful.

Look at Me Like That Again

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Waitress!Reader

Summary: Bucky desperately needs your attention while you’re on shift in his bar.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: so much longing; Bucky is a man in love; mild alcohol use; bar setting; Bucky being a dramatic kicked puppy

Author’s Note: Oh I enjoyed writing this so much. Thank you for the idea, my lovely!! I hope you like what I made of your cute little prompt ♡

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It’s the fifteenth time you've passed him.

Fifteen.

And Bucky Barnes is counting.

Because you don’t look at him when you pass.

And it’s been over an hour since you walked in wearing that stupid little apron that hugs your waist and the shirt he hates because it’s too tight and too low and everyone looks at you too long when you wear it. Everyone except him, of course.

Bucky doesn’t look.

He watches.

There’s a difference, you see.

You breeze through the bar as though you’ve got the whole damn place in your pocket, and maybe you do. These guys love you. They light up when you laugh, when you lean in to hear them over the music, when you call them hon in that voice soft enough to sew people back together.

You’re the only brightness in this place and you don’t even know it.

Your hair is already starting to come loose. You are balancing three empty glasses in one hand and a notepad in the other, reciting someone’s order from memory while still smiling, still glowing.

Bucky is leaned up against the bar like a damn decoration. He’s been standing here, useless, for at least twenty minutes. Arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes strained on your every step. You haven’t spared him so much as a glance since the jukebox changed songs, now crooning some worn-out rock ballad from two decades ago. Since the light shifted and the golden hour crawled in through the windows as if it was chasing you.

God, you look good in gold.

He doesn’t even know what to do with himself. He’s cleaned the same spot three times. Cleaned the same glass four times before he realized he wasn’t even holding it anymore. He doesn’t even drink soda but the can of Coke next to him has been sweating beside his hand for half an hour. Warm now. Forgotten.

Just like him apparently.

You walk by. Don’t see him. Or maybe you do - but you don’t stop. Don’t smile just for him.

He can’t have that.

Not when you just smiled for that asshole in booth seven who licked his lips when you placed his beer.

He doesn’t know what his expression might look to others but he doesn’t care. He is sincerely displeased.

Sixteenth time. You float past, apron flaring, pen poised, eyes stitched to your tray or the screen or the sticky table by the window, but it’s never him.

He doesn’t like that. At all. He needs your attention, and he needs it now.

So when you swerve past again, too busy balancing an order for the back booth where one of his patrons is dramatically retelling some story to the others like he isn’t loud enough for the whole bar to hear, Bucky does what any reasonable man would do.

He pokes you. Right in the side.

You jolt mid-step, the drinks on your tray tilting before you balance them out. “Bucky.”

But he doesn’t hear the warning edge in your tone. Because your eyes meet his and suddenly everything inside him goes very, very quiet.

“I've been standin’ here,” he says, calm as ever, trying to sound like someone who isn’t folding from the inside out. “Watching you walk past me like I’m invisible. That’s cruel, sweetheart. Cold-blooded.”

You roll your eyes, though there is amusement tugging at your mouth. “You’re not invisible.”

“Oh, good,” he drawls, leaning forward, eyes shining beneath dark lashes. “Then I don’t have to haunt the place. Thought maybe I died and no one told me.”

You sigh. “You’re a child.”

“You’re the one ignoring me in my own damn bar.”

“I’m working, Barnes,” you emphasize.

He shrugs, a slow, unapologetic shift of his shoulders. “And I’m just standin’ here. Bein’ patient. Watching you ignore me in new and creative ways.”

You step back, turn, face him fully this time. He meets your gaze like he’s been waiting for it all night. Maybe all week. Maybe always.

You stare at him as though he’s something between a hurricane warning and a kicked puppy at your feet.

“You poked me,” you deadpan.

“Did,” he says, grinning. Not even a little sorry. “Would’ve waved, but my hand’s all tired from waiting.”

You huff. But it’s not annoyance. It’s the laugh you’re trying not to give him. The soft kind. The one that lives behind your teeth when he says dumb things with that mouth that should know better.

His chest warms. Truly warms. As though someone struck a match behind his ribs and the light spills into his bloodstream.

“I didn’t mean to ignore you, Bucky. But I do have work to do, alright? So you’ll have to excuse me.” You don’t look that apologetic either when you turn around again and trek down the bar to the booth where people are waiting for you.

But he’s waiting for you too. Tragically so. He doesn’t take his eyes off you when you place the drinks, when the guys thank you, when you smile that smile back, when you turn and walk away, when you are about to pass him again.

Poke.

You sigh as if you expected it.

He leans in slightly, as if he could soak in your heat and keep it. But your smell already makes him dizzy. “I’m not gonna stop poking you until you give me some attention, doll.”

You stare at him as if you want to throw a napkin at his face. Or kiss him. He prefers the latter. Although the former surely would be a privilege since it’s you throwing it.

“I do give you attention, Barnes. I’m literally talking to you right now,” you counter, slightly exasperated, but there is that fond smile forming, you just don’t let it out fully.

But it still does things to him. Hits his heart first, then spreads - to his cheeks, his fingertips, down his spine. That smile is a gift, a spark. It makes him foolish. Hopeful. It makes him dream in full color.

Bucky taps the counter, shaking his head. “You know you’ve walked by eighteen times now?”

“Eighteen?”

“Eighteen. I counted. Steve’s my witness.”

You glance behind the bar. Steve’s got two glasses in his hands and is pretending not to watch. Is pretending not to smirk.

There’s a pause. You’re still close enough to touch. The fabric of your shirt brushes his arm when you move. You smell like citrus and cinnamon gum and whatever soap you use that’s probably way too fancy for a dive like this.

But you don’t belong in places that are easy.

“You’ve been runnin’ around like you’re holding the ceiling up,” he says quietly, not even meaning to. “Just wanted to remind you I’m still here.”

And for a breath - a half-second crack in the wall you’re keeping up - you look at him. Really at him. He might even believe you see the thing he’s too afraid to name, but you don’t run from it.

“I know, Buck,” you say, smiling sweetly. Like a secret sunrise just for him.

And his body shuts down. Doesn’t even let him take in some air. Who needs that anyway when he’s got you?

Your eyes catch and hold. The noise of the bar slips sideways. Everything tilts.

Then someone calls out your name - loud, without the care he uses when saying your name, just another order. You turn with a smile already forming on your lips, moving back into your orbit, back into theirs.

But before you go, you look at him over your shoulder. Just for a second. Just long enough to ruin him for the rest of the night.

He watches you walk seven steps to the bar's edge.

He grins. Leans back. Taps his boot against the counter.

That’s alright, baby.

He’ll be here waiting.

Poking.

Always.

[yeahxsurexokay13]

(not a) you problem, lando norris part two to anything but the truth

summary: another race weekend sponsored by chaos, where lando is not a yn problem anymore but she just can't help herself [influencer!reader]

warnings: HUNGARY 2024 (proceed at your own risk), swearing, hate comments, inaccurate timeline - colapinto's already driving for williams.

a/n: got carried away and there are like two more parts to the story in the end lol. also, 'maia try not to bring up any more footballers challenge' failed (again). oops. hope you enjoy! x

y/n.y/l ✓

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y/n.y/l my not so baby brother turns twenty one today? somehow??? happy birthday, E! love you endlessly. even when you forget to lock the door 🫶🏼🫶🏼

👤 ethan.y/l

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ethan.y/l I'm crying but like in a masculine way. Love you loser ❤️ ♥︎ by author

user8 HBD ETHAN!!! :)

user9 Good to know you're fine after dating someone who's way out of your league lmao

friend1 CRYING. why is he hot now??

y/n.y/l this is my baby brother you're talking about! ew

ethan.y/l bro i'm 21 stop calling me baby on main😐

jasmineharper ✓ that fourth pic 😭 he was so smol

y/n.y/l ✓ and he is a grown man now?? when did that happen??

user4 Birthday twins? My birthday's today too! Happy 21st Ethan 🥳

y/n.y/l ✓no way! happy birthday to you too!!! x

user14 it's the fact that he's 5 years younger and still looks older than you for me ♥︎ by author

user13 that's younger siblings for you lmao

user11 wonder how long it'll be before she's dating someone new to stay relevant

user55 i mean... @/masonmount in the likes all of a sudden..

user 63 i'm sobbing over slide 1 🥺 siblings that love each other hit diff

user1 "even when you forget to lock the door" is so. real.

user44 SLIDE 4 😭😭😭 the grip she had on that baby lmao

friend2 tell him to stop growing. it's weird. ♥︎ by author

user13 Cute pics but not buying the whole 'over it' vibe…

user81 do u guys think lando wished him a happy birthday?

alexandrasaintmleux ✓ Cutiessss 🩷 Happy bday to the coolest younger brother ever

y/n.y/l ✓ 💞💞💞

15 July 2024

landonorris ✓

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landonorris Pole and P2 for Osc. Babaoooom

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lnfour ✓ LETS GET ITTTT

user1 so happy for you both🧡🧡

user8 maybe the breakup was the best thing for him? lol looking strong this weekend 💪

user2 that helmet deserves nothing but the top step!!!

user3 p1 and looking better than ever. LFG!!

user10 'Babaoooom' was very george russell of you mr. norris

monsterenergy ✓ The boys 🔥

user9 no more distractions, just pure focus. u love to see it🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

user4 one step closer to the champagne pop 🙏🏻 lfgggg

user5 can you keep that helmet design forever pretty please (i am begging)

user6 manifesting a mclaren 1-2 tomorrow‼️‼️

user7 let's gooooooo lando

20 July 2024

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taglist: @sarx164 @willowpains @n3versatisfied @verogonewild @addzlibs @knivesdoingcartwheels @sky--wzlker @sheslikeacurse

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hello kind person i rlly loved ur clark kent fic bc i think superman needs a good dicking every now and then (read: as much as possible as i can give bc he deserves all the love) i was wondering if you write for nightwing too? 🥺 bc i believe in that man’s sub potential, nay, HE IS ONE!!!!!! (<- sub nightwing/dick grayson truther)

if not, its totally chill! just wanted to know what other dc guys u write for ehe 🫶🥰

(I have written for Damian Wayne before as well + i love how sweet you are)

Tangled in Blue

pairing: dick grayson X top reader

(not really a) warning: fluffy smut, creampie

The door creaked open around midnight, and you didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. The low huff of breath, the heavy drop of boots just inside the entry, the subtle clink of gear hitting the floor. All told you that Dick Grayson—Nightwing—had finally decided to crash after whatever insanity tonight’s patrol had brought.

"You're late," you said softly, setting your book down.

Dick gave you a lazy grin, mask off, suit unzipped halfway down his chest, revealing bruises in shades of violet and fading yellow. "Gotham doesn't exactly sleep y'know."

You stood, walking over slowly. "And you didn’t text."

He leaned in like it was instinct, letting you cup his cheek and brush your thumb just under his eye where the mask had left a faint red line. “I knew you'd worry. But I’m fine, promise.”

Your fingers slid down to his chest, then the suit, tugging it lower. “You look like hell, Grayson.”

His smirk sharpened. “Still think I’m pretty, though.”

You didn’t answer. You just kissed him.

It started soft—slow, searching—but quickly turned to something hungrier. He melted against you, all taut muscle and adrenaline buzzing just beneath the surface, like he was vibrating from holding it all in.

Somehow ypu both managed to make your way to your shared bedroom. So you pushed him gently until he fell back onto your bed. “Sit.”

He obeyed, smirking again, but you caught the flicker of relief in his eyes. He clearly wanted you to take the lead tonight.

“You’re cocky for someone covered in bruises,” you murmured, pushing him back onto the bed and straddling his hips.

He hummed, hands resting on your thighs. “Still got some fight left in me.”

You leaned down, noses brushing. “Good. I like you noisy.”

When you rolled your hips down, he gasped—his head falling back with a groan that shot straight through you.

“You like that?” you teased, grinding slow, watching him fall apart piece by piece beneath you.

His voice was already ragged. “Fuck… yeah. Do it again.”

You leaned down and licked a stripe up his neck, biting just under his jaw. “That’s not how you ask.”

"Fuck me please," He groaned out.

That was all the permission you needed.

You dragged his suit the rest of the way off, kissing every new patch of skin you uncovered—his ribs, his hips, the sharp V that made your mouth water.

As you made your way to finger him your fingers were blocked by something large. You pulled out a blue plug making him wince slightly as you did so.

" You had this in you for your whole patrol ?" You grinned and of course Grayson smirked back unfazed.

"I was just keeping myself stretched for you." He grabbed your joggers impatiently pulled them down to reveal your throbbing cock already leaving copious amounts of precum. "Hurry up and put it in me already." He demanded.

"Fine." You relented grabbing your cock to line yourself up with his pink hole - that was just ready for you.

Pushing all of your girthy length in you both groaned simultaneously. You had forgotten how good his hole felt wrapped around you. By now he was like the perfect onahole for you.

“Shit—” His hands grabbed at the sheets, muscles twitching. “Feels so good. You fill me up so good." He moaned out.

You set a pace that had him gasping and clinging, you fucked him slow and deep. All he could do was squeeze around you as he writhed on your sheets. Every time he tried to slyly escape you pushed him back onto your dick.

“Just relax and take it baby," You breathed out. “You’ve done enough tonight.”

His eyes fluttered shut, lashes damp, breath catching as your rolled your hips hitting his sweet spot every time.

“You’re always holding it together,” You whispered leaning over to press hickeys onto his skin. “But not tonight. I want to see you fall apart for me.”

And he did.

Dick lewdly moaned your name like it was a prayer, his dick leaking onto his stomach, as you pushed him closer and closer.

“I—I’m close—please don’t stop—”

“Then give it to me, sweetheart,” you purred. “Come for me.”

One more deep grind, and he shattered—crying out your name as he came, muscles locking up and eyes wide with desperate need.

You didn’t stop until his body trembled and he whimpered, wrung out and boneless beneath you. You came soon after, as you guys hadn't bothered with a condom you filled him up deep making him shudder at the sensation.

You watched as he held a hand over his flat stomach. "Why is your dick so big.. ." He murmered, completely spent.

You collapsed next to him, kissing his sweat-damp curls as he buried his face in your neck, whining.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “I love you.”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around him. “I know.”

He grinned weakly. “Cocky.”

You nudged him gently. “Takes one to know one.”

[svetamillss]

Random headcanons in your relationship with them✨

Featuring: Yeon Si Eun x Reader(f), Ahn Su Ho x Reader(f), Oh Beom Seok x Reader(f), Seo Jun Tae x Reader(f), Park Hu Min (Baku) x Reader(f), Go Hyeon Tak x Reader(f)

A/N: English is not my native language! Sorry for the mistakes! I was also asked to write with these boys.

Yeon Si Eun

The guy likes to help you with your homework. Despite the fact that he doesn't like to be distracted while studying, he has a completely different attitude towards you. He is ready to explain the same thing to you until you understand the material. In secret, he is amused by the fact that you are embarrassed by such attention on his part to your grades. It's just that he really wants you to have a good future and is ready to do anything for this.

- Damn, I don't understand this math at all. - you sigh nervously, sitting on his bed, he just looks at you carefully, the corner of his mouth twitches slightly, saying that he is smiling.

- I'll explain everything to you now.

- But you've already done it..

- I'll explain again until you understand. - You don't understand how you deserved love from such a secretive and quiet person like him.

Ahn Su Ho

The guy loves your food madly, he is ready to give up any other, just to eat only yours. Knowing his love, you cook for him all the time. And bring lunch and dinner to him at work, to a restaurant or before he goes to deliver orders. It is important for you to know that your boyfriend is full of energy and not starving, and he has a very good appetite. He will say a million compliments to you, your talent and your food.

- Oh my God, my princess came to save me from hunger. - he says, when you enter the restaurant, Si Eun looks at him strangely.

- You're in a restaurant, you could have eaten here.

- Dude, you won't understand. - he waves it off with a smile, running up to you and hugging you tightly.

Oh Beom Seok

You know his relationship with his father, so you are always ready to help and support him in difficult moments. He often runs away from home after quarrels, he comes to you. Yes, he is ashamed, he is shy, because he has to protect you, not you, but you don't mind at all and are happy to take him in. Your parents don't mind either, because they know his situation, but they don't question him. At home, you will feed him, let him take a shower, and put him on your bed, next to you, so that he feels safe. And he is really grateful to you, and in his heart he believes that he did not deserve you.

- Thank you. - he says quietly, before you both plunge into the kingdom of Morpheus, he will also lightly kiss you on the cheek as a sign of gratitude and love.

Seo Jun Tae

Despite the fact that the guy is a high school graduate, he loves to watch cartoons, but no one knows about it, not even his friends. But you are an exception. When you learned about his passion for cartoons, you gladly accepted his passion and began to arrange home dates with him, where ate sweets and watched various cartoons.

- What cartoon are we going to watch today? - he asked when he brought chips, marmalade and soda to the room, you answered without thinking twice.

- Let's watch "Sponge Bob: Square Pants".

- Great idea. - he replied with a shy smile.

Park Hu Min (Baku)

Your boyfriend was a knight to you, and you were his princess. That's why he constantly met you from school or extra classes, no matter where and what time they are, he will still come. Baku will follow you to your favorite places, whether it's various fashion stores or something like that. At first you wondered why he protected you so much, but when he told more about himself, everything fell into place. He is very afraid to lose you, so he will watch over you as the most important treasure in the world.

- What time do you finish today? - he asks when he brought you to school.

- I'll finish at five.

- Okay, honey, I'll come exactly at this time. - he said, kissing you on the lips.

Go Hyeon Tak

He had two passions. It's you and basketball. So you weren't surprised when he chose a basketball court as a place for dates. He really wanted to teach you how to play so that you could play basketball together later. You didn't burn much with desire, but you agreed for him, because you knew that your boyfriend wanted you to have common interests with him.

- Well, are you ready to fight me today? - he said cheerfully, taking the ball in his hands.

- But I didn't really learn!

- No need to say that, you already know how to do a lot, so at the same time let's see how you learned my lessons.

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[leclercsaintmleux]

ᥫ᭡. gorgeous — KIMI ANTONELLI [smau]

in which… two rookie f1 drivers soft launch their relationship, and the media goes crazy about it

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yourusername sneak peek 🌸

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charles_leclerc is there something you’d like to share with us y/n?

yourusername my gelato maybe 😇

user43 charles in overprotective big brother mode hahah we love to see it 🫶🏻

user87 HELLO DID Y/N JUST SOFT LAUNCH WTF?!

user65 I just woke up and y/n suddenly has a boyfriend what 💔💔

user13 streets are saying our favorite rookie is in a relationship!

user76 liked by olliebearman, is this a sign you guys !?

user45 ofc he’s going to like her posts they’re friends it doesn’t mean they’re dating lol people need to chill tf out

alicia_torriani you’re glowing girl next time we’re getting that ice cream together 🥹

yourusername ilysm and WE MUST!! 💘

kimi.antonelli I wonder who’s the guy holding the flowers 🤔

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user60 ARE WE ALL SEEING THE SAME THING, KIMI AND Y/N

user39 she liked his comment omg

user48 tbh this seems like a very profitable pr move

user13 pr move or not you’ve got to admit they’d be an iconic couple

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kimi.antonelli good to be home + recharge the batteries 🍕💯

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mercedesamgf1 summer break 🔛🔝😎

user90 f1 media having a field day both Kimi AND y/n soft launching in the same week

user33 the second picture he’s so cute omg<3

user42 wait doesn’t y/n have the same necklace and bag as the girl in the picture?

user10 I don’t think so I’m pretty sure it’s just very similar

f1gossipnews coincidence? we think not 👀

user30 oh my shayla (my kimi and y/n ship) neither of them are single anymore 🥀🥀

user28 fr they had so much chemistry 😭

user14 lol you guys need to stop being so invested in their lives it’s weird, can’t they just be good friends?

user28 I’m sorry but have you seen the way Kimi looks at her, there is NO way they are just ‘good friends’

yourusername i’m just as shocked as you are, an actually decent outfit ?!

kimi.antonelli hey that was rude (I got advice from a professional 👌)

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f1wagnews y/n y/l/n spotted today in Italy riding a bike with mystery man!🫣 some sources say our first female driver may be on a path to becoming a wag herself! follow f1wagnews for more updates

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user63 on a path to becoming a wag herself what the helly

user64 not a mystery man… that’s just her cousin guys 😭 let her live

f1wagnews 👀👀👀 sources are saying it’s not a cousin… stay tuned 💅

user17 no because if this man distracts her and she doesn’t finish P1 again i’m throwing hands

user90 girl don’t let a man fumble your podiums pls we beg

user72 how is SHE the driver and STILL giving wag energy?? a queen tbh

user02 what if it’s her physiotherapist??? y’all jump to wag every time she breathes near a man

user12 the way she’s riding that bike… she’s in love. trust me i studied body language in 2014 on tumblr

user80 can’t believe i have to say this but SHE IS THE PRIZE actually

user20 lowkey hope it’s a local italian who doesn’t even know what a grid penalty is, she deserves peace

f1wagnews sources say its a familiar italian 😉

user35 y’all acting shocked like she hasn’t had rizz since F2 days

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f1wagnews WE’VE BEEN INVESTED SINCE DAY ONE. CONGRATS TO OUR FAVE SOFT LAUNCHERS 😭👏

gridhoney the driver x driver power couple we were manifesting

sillyseasoncentral BREAKING: paddock collectively loses their minds over this hard launch

olliebearman i knew it and still feel betrayed

yourusername shh you’re literally the first person we told😐

olliebearman correction: I predicted this entire relationship

kimi.antonelli mate you need to stop

arthur_leclerc do i get to be best man or do i have to fight ollie for it

yourusername we’ll see<3

arthur_leclerc RUDE

user16 if they don’t do the kiss through the helmets thing i’m boycotting

user83 never trusting a “mystery man” again. it’s always a fast Italian with dreamy eyes

rookieszneditz someone make a “friends to grid rivals to lovers” edit IMMEDIATELY

alex_albon how did i not know and i see you two like every race weekend??

yourusername lily knew🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

alex_albon WHAT? SHE DID?!

lilymunihe of course 🥰

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kimi.antonelli mi fortuna più grande

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georgerussell63 watch them get a 1-2 podium and thank each other instead of their engineers

yourusername LOL , I’m about to go tell Carmen you said this

georgerussell63 I TAKE IT BACK

teamradiochaos radio if they crash into each other: “tell her i still love her 😭”

slowpitstopz kimi posted his gf… and i’ve never felt more single

dtscripttok this better be in the next Drive to Survive with dramatic music and everything

olliebearman i told you not to soft launch in italy, didn’t i. DIDN’T I.

kimi.antonelli you told me a lot of things i ignored 😇

user63 him calling her his greatest luck 🫠🫠

arthur_leclerc you’re so lucky y/n puts up with you

kimi.antonelli I know 🙏I wonder every day how I got so lucky

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user98 them sharing earphones is my roman empire 🥹

user32 who would’ve thought your childhood karting rival will become your girlfriend when you both race in f1, Kimi really is living the dream…

user73 there’s no way he didn’t manifest this

kimi.antonelli 🤫🤫

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[greypistacchio]

something something, heartwrenching parallel as dean and castiel mirror each other's original purpose and exchange roles-

"You don't think you deserve to be saved."

"Nothing you could've done would've saved me, because I didn't want to be saved. I needed to do penance."

i'm sure there's a lot more going on than I can coherently express, but there's something about the way Dean and Castiel have swapped their roles that fascinates me.

Dean and Cas both were raised to be weapons who acted as told, and did not question the path laid out before them. John Winchester and Heaven are similar in that any order they gave must be followed to a T without so much as a head tilted to the side. authoritarian parenting is infamous for many things, and one of the ways in which it fucks a person up the most is their moral perfectionism.

good soldier Dean could not bear the thought of not meeting his father's expectations. so when John left them a cryptic message, he jumped head-first into whatever job it pointed to. throughout seasons 1 to 3, we see Sam try to argue against the idealised version of John Winchester that Dean is holding onto, but Dean refuses to hear any of it because he can't. the idea of straying from his father's path frightens him, as does the feeling that he failed to live up to his father's standards, but what might scare him the most is the act of questioning John Winchester's teachings itself. he doesn't have a moral compass other than the hand-me-down one he got from John, after all, and after an entire life spent protecting Sam as they hit the road time and time again, all Dean sees himself as is a hunter. a silver bullet, a syringe loaded with dead man's blood, a rosary plunged into a water tank amongst whispered blessings.

similarly enough, Castiel has been a Servant of Heaven ever since he was created. all he's ever known is his Garrison, and all he's ever been taught to do is fight the fights that Heaven says he must. throughout the centuries, Castiel has only ever been valued as a weapon and treated as such, and weapons do not question their Maker's orders. but along comes Dean Winchester, who defies all of Castiel's beliefs, and soon enough Castiel finds himself experiencing what frightens him, too, the most. he finds himself wondering.

when Castiel met Dean, he was puzzled that Dean couldn't see past his mistakes. he didn't understand why Dean wouldn't agree with him that a second chance from God must mean he's a good enough person, and he didn't understand why Dean couldn't see all the good he did, all the lives he saved, and all the love he gave out with every case he and Sam took on.

now the roles are reversed, though, and it's Dean's turn to watch as Castiel beats himself up about the things he did when he strayed from Heaven's path. when Dean went through the same thing, he had a fatherly figure and a brother that loved him through his self-hatred. it wasn't easy, but he kept getting up every morning, and he kept pushing through the crap. Castiel, though? he's rebelled against his Maker, and against his kind, and he bears the weight of countless angelic lives lost to the civil war against Michael for the sake of keeping Apocalypse away. he cannot see past the deaths of his siblings to look at the many lives that were saved by averting the Apocalypse, and he cannot see how he deserves anything other than pain after his attempt at winning the civil war in Heaven and keeping humanity safe ended up freeing the Leviathan. he did good, so much of it, but he cannot see it. he cannot hear it, no matter how loud Dean shouts.

there was also something in Dean's teary eyes that broke my heart, because he's looking at Castiel with so much pain for him. the man rewrote his own memories because he couldn't bear to live with the knowledge that Castiel let go of his hand, and he's been beating himself up about Cas not making it out of Purgatory because it hurts less than remembering that it was Cas who rejected Dean's hand. and it's easier to relapse on self-loathing and guilt than it is to acknowledge that he never had a say on losing Cas to all the pain and hurt

having been where Castiel is at the moment himself, i can't imagine how tormented Dean must feel. once you've been actively suicidal like Dean was for a good number of episodes, you can tell when someone's going through the same stuff, and it pains you so much that you can't pull them out of the downwards spiral. as much as Dean wishes he could, he can't make Castiel see that he, too, deserves forgiveness and another chance. he can't do anything until Castiel stops shoving him away, and if there is one thing Dean knows damn well - it's how hard it is to break free from a lifetime of chronic shame and deep-seated guilt over having a mind of your own.

i would love to write a quick fic exploring this from Dean's PoV, tbh

[myechoecho]

The Prisoner of Beauty, ep 10-11

They don't really discuss that night but I love how Xiao Qiao is immediately thinking of how to ease his fear of the dark by changing the candles to ones that burn brighter, longer and will have less smoke.

How petty is his dumbass mother to complain about candles, when, as Xiao Qiao points out she's already spending less than the monthly allotted amount.

I love how he immediately understands what she is trying to do and gives her money as a tacit approval of her swapping the candles.

HIS MOM IS THE WORST. AND THE DUMBEST.

It's genuinely awful that she drugged him to basically be raped by a woman whom he has refused multiple times.

He has enough control over himself that he is able to reject her (again!!) and kick down the down the door to so he canleave. He is rightfully furious with his mother for conspiring against him.

Wei Shao goes to Xiao Qiao and asks for help. She knows something is very wrong. He does lose control for a moment, but he immediately apologizes, mentions that his mother did something and asks for her help. She does this without a second thought.

She also sees how hard he is trying to fight whatever it is off.

Xiao Qiao is definitely not unaffected by him as I see her sneaking peaks through the screen.

The next morning, she has his clothes ready and a story prepared for the ice that was brought in the middle of the night. He thanks her, formally with respect.

He's quietly furious his mother and very betrayed. He rightfully told her that Zheng Shu was banished. At first I thought he was going to relent when his mom gave him her sob story. But he held firm and relented enough only to give her three days to get rid of Zhen Shu.

Not his grandmother though. He grandmother immediately got rid of the trash. I love his grandmother. That woman knows everything that goes on in her house. She knows that Xiao Qiao lied but is doing so to protect Wei Shao, so she allows it.

When Wei Shao see the bruises on her wrist, he is genuinely regretful that he hurt her. He does try to help but Wei Shao maybe don't do that when she's sleeping? No wonder she was startled.

I was cheering when Xiao Qiao told his mother off (and that he heard without her knowing). His mom deserves to know how awful and stupid she is. The grandmother wanted her to kneel in the ancestral hall as a lesson but she just does not get it.

In all that happened, his mother's only concern is Zheng Shu. Xiao Qiao rightly questions her love for Wei Shao. His mom does not care that she scratched up his box, that she drugged him. And she's messing with a political alliance.

The bit with the belt was cute (and a little childish, lbr on Xiao Qiao's part).

I don't really know who Lady Su is but I am convinced she is slowing poisoning her husband.

At first I thought Wei Yan was a playboy but maybe still good since the grandmother adores him and she's not dumb. Plus it looked like he had a good relationship with Wei Shao. Nope, he is a sleaze and untrustworthy.

I am convinced that he hid the bracelet because Xiao Qiao did not immediately fall all over him in the shop. Instead she pulled away from him not once, but twice when he tried to give her hair pin.

So he's petty AF, and since he knew who she was the whole time in the shop was trying to cuckold his cousin. I suspect he also wanted to be the "hero" to find the bracelet. But she also calls him out since she realized he has been playing a game.

"the what can you do to me?" is a threat and a big one since Xiao Qiao is the daughter of the enemy clan, yhe grandmother adores Wei Yan and Wei Shao is close him.

Wei Yan is going to be messing with them both, in particular since he know knows that Wei Shao cares for her since he adorably ran to him and begged for the other jade piece to protect Xiao Qiao

It's gonna hurt Wei Shao when he realizes that Wei Yan has hated him this entire time. At least that's my theory that he's hated him and resented him.

[lilianade-comics]

I am LOVING your AU! I was just wondering... Do you plan on having Valerie show up more often in your season 3 rewrite? Because I just rewatched season 3 (while shredding SO much paper, so I wasn't exactly listening to it very much lol) and I realized that Valerie hardly shows up in season 3 at all! And it's another reason for why season 3 is so deeply frustrating! We hardly got to see Vlad and Valerie interact, even though Vlad is Valerie's patron and the entire reason she can ghost hunt in the first place! D-Stablized offers some interesting ideas, but there are too many of them tackled at once and none of them are given the proper time they need to breathe! Nor do they get as much set-up as these ideas deserved! Valerie being a sort of personal bounty hunter for Vlad? Interesting! Valerie meeting Dani and coming to want to protect her? Fantastic! Valerie having the motivation of wanting to protect humans from being harmed by ghosts, even if that means destroying said ghosts, and not just wanting personal, petty revenge? Could be an interesting direction for her character to grow in! Valerie learning Vlad's secret, but not Danny's? FANTASTIC idea, ESPECIALLY if we get to see Vlad and Valerie's relationship develop and grow! Season 3 just doesn't know how to execute it in a genuinely good way... Valerie was done dirty! Almost as dirty as Dani! Obviously not quite as dirty as Dani, but still! Would love to see both of them get the spotlight they deserved >.<

No worries if you don't end up having Valerie very much in your season 3 fix-it though! These ladies just deserve SO much better than what they got! I'm glad that someone's giving Dani the justice she deserves!!!

The answer is yes but also no on the topic of Valerie inclusion! I would LOVE to be able to say I've fleshed out a substantial role for her to play in this rewrite, but in truth it's been like trying to fit a Valerie shaped peg into the cheese melt shaped hole in my brain. However! That's not to say I haven't thought about her at all.

This rewrite has a few entirely original episodes to it, one of which is a Dani + Valerie team up episode. (Vlad brings the girls together to form a team for some sort of underhanded purpose.) Valerie reluctantly agrees to work with "Ellie Phantom" but she obviously can't stand the idea. Dani is her usual chipper self and is trying very hard to get Valerie to like her. They're like a good cop/bad cop dynamic that gets complicated when Danny inevitably gets involved.

Valerie and Dani both will appear in this AU's version of Girl's Night Out, because it's utterly ridiculous that Valerie wasn't in the canon version. Both girls' fathers have been snapped away by Kitty, Spectra, and Ember, (and I might throw Desiree and Dorathea in too so everyone has someone to fight) so they're both eager to help bring all the boys back.

That's all I can confirm about Valerie at this point. I've kicked around some other muddled thoughts about her in this AU, mostly about how to handle the only canon plot beats season 3 gave her, but I've been more preoccupied with Dani, Danny, and Vlad. She'll probably end up with more to do! I just can't say what yet.

[eight-cats-in-a-box]

Heyo there!!

Could I get a SFW Transformers: Animated Blitzwing Alphabet here? I'd love to see your ideas for headcanons with him!!

Yes, yes you can

God I am so sorry this took AAAAAGES

But yes, here is your headcanon alphabet for this maniac(/aff)

Warnings: Blitzy has serious issues, mentions of murder

Affection- (how affectionate are they? How do they show it?)

Blitzwing's method and level of affection depends on how he's feeling. Sometimes, he's more than content to cuddle with you and make fun of some random movie, and others, all he wants to do is go blow something up with you and cackle maniacally while you both dance on the ashes.

He will (gently) smush you against his face. He will lick you. He will snarl at anyone who gets close to you. He will do all sorts of weird things that he views as loving. He'll bring you someone's head as a token of his affection.

Best friend- (How would they be as a best friend? How would it start?)

...I'm gonna be so honest, unless you're a fellow Decepticon, you probably got kidnapped. Or used as a hostage. He thinks you're weird for not freaking out, especially when he swaps faces, and he likes weird. Weird is good. Weird is fun.

He eventually seeks you out again for a proper conversation, and you two actually hit it off. (Well, as much as you can hit it off with an alien war criminal with a laundry list of issues.) So he comes back again. And then again. And before you know it, you have his comm code in your phone and a selfie of you two as your lockscreen.

Over time, it'll develop into a proper friendship, and he'd do pretty much anything for you. Janice in accounting pissing you off? He'll squish her. Ex-partner stalking you? Squished. On your period, or just had a shitty day in general? Here's an entire gas station's worth of snacks. He cares so much, and he's terrible as saying it, but he tries to show you anyway.

Cuddles- (Do they like to cuddle? How do they cuddle?)

Ah, yes. The age-old question of "do Decepticons like to cuddle?". The answer is yes. This mech is so touch starved, it's not even funny. It takes him a while to trust you with that vulnerability, though, and that's doubled if you're Cybertronian. You have a much higher ability to hurt him, and he really, truly, does not want to get hurt anymore.

But when he does trust you enough for cuddles? Oh boy is he clingy. No matter what mood he's in, he adores holding you, snuggling you, walking around with you cupped in his palms (or holding his hand, which is almost better), and a whole myriad of other things. He is a level 10 clingy bitch.

Domestic- (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

If he's feeling more melancholic, he might wonder what your life together might have looked like if the war didn't happen. Would you have a house? An apartment? Would you live in Vos or Kaon or somewhere else? Would you have kids? All these and more torment his fractured processor and leave him unable to sleep.

And if you're human...yikes. He can get even angstier if he's feeling low enough. Does he really deserve you? Wouldn't you be happier with a fellow human? He can't even hold you properly, why do you stay? He's a madmech, he could so easily hurt you so badly, why on earth do you trust him so much?

Of course, you're there to reassure him and remind him that you love him. That he's not getting rid of you, ever.

...I think it goes without saying that this mech should not be allowed in the kitchen. "Servo salad" yeah no thanks babe I'd rather stick to lettuce-

Cleaning is a mixed bag. You have to be very wary when you hand him that feather duster, because his mood can change at the drop of the hat. He will get angry at the dust. And unless you distract him, he will try to eat something. Put some music on and make it more of a game, that works pretty well.

That said, he does do a good job. He's very thorough.

Emotion- (Is it easy for them to express emotion in front of you?)

Short answer? No.

Long answer? It depends.

Some days he finds himself able to let the words flow like water, sweet nothings falling off his tongue easily. And other days his jaw is locked shut, the fear of losing you too strong to bear. Those are the days where he chooses instead to hold you close, to reassure himself that you're okay, that you're here beside him with no plan or intention of leaving him.

Fiancé- (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

It'd take years for him to really, seriously consider it. But you're human, and your lifespan is so much shorter. He wants to give you the entire universe, but if that's not possible, then getting married is the next best thing.

If you're Cybertronian, then it takes even longer. He wants to court you, to do this right. He wants to take you out on dates and dance with you and show you things you've never seen. He wants to conjunx you properly, with a real ceremony, not on a backwater dirtball with too much water.

Either way, though, he's in it for the long haul. Past a certain point, he stops expecting you to leave and starts trusting that you won't.

Gentle- (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He tries his best, but you still end up with accidental bumps and bruises. Each one makes his gut twist with an unpleasant feeling, another reminder that you shouldn't tolerate him, let alone love him. But love him you do, and so the bruises get ice and the scrapes get bandaids, and Blitzwing gets a kiss for being your brave hero. Which he, naturally, enjoys.

Emotionally, he's much worse. He's blunt and cold on some occasions, and manic and wild on others. But he tries. For you. He'll never tease you for crying, or mock you for your interests, or make fun of anything about you. He'll threaten anyone that does, in any way, shape, or form, and god help them if they make you cry.

Hugs- (Do they like hugs? How often do they give them? What are their hugs like?)

Like many things, it depends on his mood. While he does like it, it's not all the time he wants one, and he won't ever ask for one. He'll just hover near you like an aloof cat that totally doesn't want pet until you get the hint and hug him.

And it's so worth it when you do. He's warm and gentle, and the thrumming of his spark is audible. Sometimes he'll pick you up and spin you around, giggling, others he'll grab you possessively. But he's always careful with you.

I love you- (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him months, if not years. It's not for lack of wanting- he wants to, desperately, but he can't, won't, give the universe another person to take from him. He can't lose you. He can't bring himself to announce to the universe that you're something else to be taken from him.

It makes him feel awful when you say it and he can't bring himself to say it back, can't tell you how he feels. So he finds other ways. He brings you things, he holds you close, and he murmurs soft things to you when you're asleep. He adores you so, so much, and it's killing him not to say it.

You end up talking about it, asking why he hasn't responded- not complaining, but worried that he might be feeling pressured- and he tells you. Tells you that he's terrified to lose you, and you've never seen him so quiet. So instead of saying it, you come up with a system. Three taps, one for each word.

He does that so often, his fingertips start to wear down a little.

Jealousy- (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Oh, he doesn't just get jealous. He seethes with envy. Depending on his mood- and how flirty they're being- they might, might escape with their life.

He'll loom beside you possessively, glaring down at them stonily, and he'll pull you in by the waist and haul you into a rough, possessive kiss, snarling his engines and venting steam until they get the message. If whoever it is doesn't get the message, he'll beat them bloody.

Kisses- (What are their kisses like? Where do they kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses, like all else, depend on his mood. Sometimes they'll be soft, slow, filled with so much love you could burst. Other times they're rough, aggressive, hands pulling you against him and his engines roaring. And sometimes he just fucking licks you and calls it good.

Little ones- (How are they with kids? Do they want any?

He did want kids, before the war. Before he became what he is now, he wanted so badly to be a sire. But now, he's terrified of hurting them, of doing irreparable damage, of failing them.

He's fantastic with kids, though. He's calm and gentle and passionate and silly and defensive above all else. He'd be a great parent if he ever got his head around it.

Morning- (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Blitzwing are slow. They have to be, because he refuses to let you up until you absolutely have to get up. He's a cuddlebug when he's tired, and he's almost certainly stronger then you are. Not that you really try to get up, either, he's warm and outside is cold. A few more minutes can't do any harm.

Night- (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with him tend to be late ones. Staying up until the wee hours of the morning talking, laughing, joking. You're always the first to fall asleep; the soft purr of his engines and the thrumming of his spark are the sweetest lullaby you've ever heard.

Open- (When will they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait awhile to reveal things slowly?)

It takes ages to crack him open. The key is patience- revealing things about himself will take a lot of trust, and prying will get you nowhere. He'll tell you when he tells you, and no sooner. He'll drop little things here and there, and then drop it all at once when he breaks down after a particularly bad nightmare.

Patience- (How easily angered are they?)

It's Blitzwing. His temper is shorter than Bumblebee.

But jokes aside, he doesn't really get angry at you. Not really. He gets annoyed, he yells, he stomps around in a huff, but he doesn't get angry. He will not hesitate to squish a bitch if they hurt you though, his limited amount of patience is reserved for you and you alone. He'd fight Megatron for you if he had to.

Quizzes- (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He doesn't remember every little detail, but you won't catch him forgetting important shit. Birthday? Down pat. Anniversary? In the calendar. He keeps track of things. He writes things down. He doesn't want to forget.

Remember- (What is their favourite moment in the relationship?)

The first time you dragged him out to see the stars. You had to go miles out to avoid light pollution, but it was more than worth it. The stars were gorgeous, and your excitement was even better.

Security- (How protective are they? How do they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is so protective. He can't, won't, lose you, not after everything else, and he needs to protect you. Be that from a collapsing building or a spider, he is there.

He'll take hit after hit if it means keeping you safe, he'd rip every single Autobot limb from fucking limb, he'd do anything to keep you safe. If you were ever hurt, badly hurt, he'd rip whoever did it into shreds and then blow the shreds to smithereens and then stomp the smithereens into tiny little bitty pieces.

He'd panic bad if you ever got hurt in a way he can't do something about- if a building collapsed on you or is you got in a wreck or you're just plain sick. He can't fix this with violence. He can't fix this, period.

He'd be touched and impressed if you stood up for him- especially because he was half-expecting you to do the opposite. Expecting the worst.

Even if you can't protect him physically, he'll love you even more if you yell at someone for his sake. I mean, he thinks it's hot when you yell either way, but especially when it's for him. Optimus Prime quakes in fear at the memory of your scolding.

Try- (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He does genuinely try. He puts his all into everything he does- loving you included. He'll take you out flying, wherever you want to go. He would give you the moon and stars, all you have to do is ask. He adores you with everything he is, was, and will ever be.

Flight dates are common even if you're human, but they happen often if you've got a flight alt. Racing through clouds, spiralling lazily around one another, feeling the wind rushing over your wings. It's one of his favorite things, and he loves sharing it with you. Especially considering you're his favorite person.

Ugly- (What are some of their bad habits?)

He's very overprotective. He'll jump in even if you're nowhere needing help, and he tends to do things for you even if you're capable.

He's also got a bad habit of not letting something lie. If you ended on a disagreement, he'll keep poking at it until you either yell at him to stop or indulge him. Both things can be resolved with a stern discussion, but the overprotectiveness is just going to tone down, never disappear.

Vanity- (How concerned are they with their looks?

He truly could not care less. He makes sure he's clean enough and that's about it.

He will make sure to scrub down thoroughly if he's come into contact with something that could hurt you, though.

Whole- (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Oh, absolutely. If you ever died, or left him, or even got separated from him for more than 24 consecutive hours, he'd be miserable. You're his life, his light, his everything. He needs you to survive. He can't imagine living without you anymore.

Xtra- (An extra headcanon about them)

This seems to be unpopular consensus, but I don't think Blitzwing is three personalities in one body or whatever. My personal hc is that since his processor split, each "face" has only been able to express a certain subset of emotions. Before the split, he was a manic, aggressive, snarky sonuvabitch and he's still that bot, just a little crazier. But the faces aren't separate bots. It's all Blitzwing up there.

Yuck- (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like sweet things. Makes him sick.

Zzz- (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He tends to sprawl out like he's been shot, unless he's cuddling you, then you are not escaping until he decides to let you go.

He snores. Loudly. It's awful.

His engine fluctuates as he sleeps, like it breathes with him. It revs on inhale, and idles on exhale.

He wakes up incredibly dehydrated all the damn time due to the aforementioned snoring.

Masterlist

[setmeatopthepyre]

this season had so so so much potential, there were so many interesting plotlines and seeds for cool stuff that could happen and there were a couple of really good moments that I really loved but there was a lot of wasted potential. it really felt like a ton of good ideas that didn't got to shine as much as they could have because of (I'm guessing?) messy production behind the scenes (?).

I think one thing is that they tried to cram too much into one season and it made for story arcs not getting the room they needed to really breathe, and then unsatisfying storylines being thrown in. like if you squinted you could see how shit could have played out really well, but then they sort of... seemed to forget about the seeds they'd been planting and dropped them again? for example, Gerrard suddenly being nice, and it is suggested in the previous episode that it's because there's performance reviews coming up. that makes sense! it was a funny reveal! they could've done something fun with that! except this last episode, it's explained by hotshots getting renewed for another season. which. also makes sense but then the performance review thing doesn't seem relevant anymore, so it's like they thought of a joke for the last episode, and then they wanted to throw in a fun little meta joke about the show getting renewed and they just. went with both? but both doesn't work, because then it just feels like they forgot what happened the episode before.

and at the same time there seemed to be callbacks all over the place, which feel like they're building towards something, but didn't really get any sort of resolution this season so I'm left wondering if they were callbacks that served a narrative purpose, or if the writers just really thought they were clever sprinkling in some references.

which isn't to say I disliked this season. there were some really stellar moments. there was amazing acting. I love how the writing didn't shy away from dark themes and shaking things up - but I do wish it didn't all get wrapped up neatly with a bow at the end (with some notable exceptions - but the Wilsons officially adopting Mara deserved more time!). I loved how naturally the finale built towards Chim potentially becoming captain, how you could see the seed being planted. the progression for that felt natural and good, even if his speech ran a little long. I loved the episodes that were a little more self-contained, like the halloween ep. the contagion two-parter was really good. I really enjoyed Eddie's scenes in el paso. I loved the throughline of Buck baking and I love that the show actually remembered to keep that up, and I love that the hookup + morning after scenes got the space they needed to breathe and really have an impact. the cinematography was fucking amazing. I hope they lean into the good parts some more next season, and that they figure out whatever was making shit sloppy behind the scenes as well.

[clonetrooperjournals]

Hi! I have to say im obsessed!! With your “Not Enough” Wolfe x reader fic and I was wondering if you could maybe do a Rex or Hunter x Fem!Reader where it’s along the lines of the song Heather (by Conan Grey) where she has a crush on him but even though she can see him flirting or just interacting with others she just can’t bring herself to say anything because she doesn’t think she’s enough? Maybe his brothers knock some sense into him at the end. Hope this is ok! Happy Weekend! Xx

Summary : You're the shy mechanic that tries not to get noticed but when you save some soldiers, you get put into the spotlight, and you then have to face that your not the girl your crush wants but someone else has noticed you all along Pairings : Tup x Fem!reader (civil mechanic) x Captain Rex Warnings : angst, self conscious reader, injury, self doubt and negative self talk, fluff, cute fluffy ending, Tup is the man we all want! Words : 3k A/N : This started as a Rex fic and as I kept going I got carried away and created this instead! I hope you like it because honestly? This may be the my favourite thing I've written so far! Tup deserves the world and all the love and he's the man we all need! masterlist here

You sat waist deep inside of a republic starfighter trying to rewire the circuit board for the guns after the last mission completely fried the current one. Your droid and best friend R0-BY or Robby chirps happily beside you while he welds a new access panel in place. From afar you can see a small group of the 501 currently engaged in conversation and you try not to stare at the certain clone captain that holds your affection, but Robby notices you staring and starts his usual chirping.  

“No Robby. I’m not going over there to talk to him we’ve been over this!” 

He beeps back a sarcastic remark. 

You sigh, “because I’m not good enough. Besides everyone knows that the other mechanic Heather has a crush on him too and everyone’s been trying to set them up...” 

It’s like she heard you talking about her and she approached the group of clones putting her hand on Rex’s shoulder as they all talked and laughed. She was tall, blonde, beautiful, and a people person, you couldn’t compete with that. Not that you ever would, you know you’ll never be enough for anyone let alone Captain Rex.  

You hop out of the ship and start packing up your tools for the day as you keep a casual eye on the boys in blue when you see it. Up from above coming in hot is a republic fighter, on fire, flying in for a crash landing in path with the group of clones. Your body moves before your brain does and you sprint across the hangar, some of the clones turn to see you running at them.  

“MOVE!” 

You throw yourself into Rex and Tup knocking the whole group over and out of the way as the starship comes crashing past where they were just standing. Your lying on the ground clutching your leg as Rex, Tup, Fives and Jesse run over to you giving looks of a mixed of shock and worry as they see the large gash down your leg where the ship clipped you.  

“You saved us girl!” 

“We didn’t even see it in coming!” 

“I can’t believe you dove in front of that ship! You are crazy!” 

Rex crouches in front of you looking over your leg with a concerned expression, “Let’s get you to the med bay. Can you walk?”  

Your cheeks are on fire, you look down avoiding all the clones worried gazes and shake your head, “I-I don’t think so...” 

“Tup help me lift her,” Rex orders his brother. Immediately Tup lifts you from under one arm and Rex on the other, then they begin to walk you to the med bay with the rest following behind. 

You’ve never been so close to the soldiers before, your so shy that you always try to stay out of everyone's way, until now. You see the tan of their skin, the blonde of Rex’s hair, the wrinkles around his eyes, the tear drop tattoo under Tups eye, these men are so gorgeous up close your brain is short circuiting. Your cheeks burn as you see both of them looking at you and each other having a silent conversation that you would very much like to hear.   

Tup eyes you closely, never having been this close to you because he knew you were a shy person, but he always thought you were beautiful and seeing you up close confirms it. Your curly hair pulled back into a long braid, the freckles that adorned your nose and cheeks, the brown of your eyes that shined, how your cheeks got red at the slightest comment, he was enamored with you, and you didn’t know because you liked Rex.  

The med bay door swung open, and Kix runs up to the group with a confused look on his face, “What happened?” 

Rex and Tup Walk you over to a bed and gently put you down, Rex turns to Kix, “Our mechanic here decided to jump in front of a crash-landing ship.”  

“And save all our lives!” Fives chirps in from the back of the group forming. 

Kix looks over your leg pulling out drawers grabbing all kinds of medical equipment while listening closely, “decided to be a hero today?” 

Your cheeks were on fire as you looked down, “I didn’t- I ... reacted before I thought about what I was doing...” 

Kix smiles, “well at least we all know you have a good heart. Not many people would sacrifice themselves for a clone.” 

“They should. You all sacrifice for us, putting your life on the line every day. I'll be damned if something that could have been prevented harms you all! I mean... umm..” you ramble embarrassed.  

The clones all stop and look at you, really look, the bright red cheeks, the way your fists are scrunched into your coveralls nervously, the way you avoid eye contact, you’re the shyest person they’ve ever seen and yet you stand up so strongly for them without a second thought. Smiles break out on all the boys faces and they all start laughing.  

Rex pats your back making you blush even harder, “Thank you. We all owe you our lives today.” 

You look up at him with a gentle smile, “your welcome Captain.” 

Heather then runs into the med bay looking worried as she comes over to you, “y/n are you okay!? You ran out of nowhere and pushed all of us out of the way! You’re a total hero!” 

Tup notices the way your shoulders droop as you look at Heather, “Just a scratch. I-I'm alright.” 

Kix turns to the group of clones, “Alright. You can all thank her once she’s cleared but right now, I need you all to clear out of my med bay!”  

The group of clones all disperse yelling thank you’s as they go and you chuckle at their antics. Tup, Rex and Heather still stand by your bed as Kix eyes them. Heather smiles warmly at you shining everyone with her beauty, “Thanks again y/n. Captain can I speak to you for a moment?” 

Rex smiles at her, making you feel even worse, “Of course. Thanks again y/n.” 

You nod and watch as they leave, Rex’s hand on her back and warm smiles as they talk. They look so good together, the warmth they emit like the twin suns of Tatooine. You’ll never be that, you’ll never be beautiful or bright or warm like she is, you’ll never be seen like she is...  

“Ma’am?” Tup says waving his hand in front of your face.  

You jump out of your self-loathing, blushing, “Sorry. What was that?”  

“I asked if it was okay with you if I stay?” he asks with a small smile.  

You nod hesitantly and he sits in the chair beside your bed as Kix finishes cleaning and stitching up your leg. There was an awkward silence as you played with the sleeves of your coveralls nervously, feeling Tup’s gaze on you.  

“Alright that should do it! I’m gonna give you some meds for the pain and you should be good to go in about an hour. Hang tight, I'll be back.” Kix walks away leaving you and Tup alone. 

You look at Tup, “You don’t have to stay you know... you probably have more important things to do then sit around with me.” 

“Nothing is as important than making sure you're okay ma’am.” He says leaning forward. 

“You can call me y/n. I’m not important enough for formalities...” you whisper.  

“You are important, but I'll call you y/n if that’s what you want.” He says giving you reassuring smile. You observe him, the bun of hair pulled back, his striking brown eyes that watch you intently, the tear drop underneath them, his gentle smile that sends an ache in your chest. He is special, and he shouldn’t be looking at you because you're not.  

Robby rolls through the med bay door and beelines to you and Tup chirping fast.  

“Robby I’m okay. Really!”  

The little astromech pulls out his little arms waving them around in Tups direction and you giggle at his antics, “Tup this is R0-BY but I call him Robby.”  

He chuckles at the droid patting its head, “hey little fella.”  

Robby beeps out something and you blush as the droid laughs. Tup eyes you both curiously, “What did he say?”  

“Umm he said he... Likes your hair,” you spit out quickly, not wanting to embarrass yourself further by telling Tup that the little droid was telling you to ask him out on a date.  

“Okay...? Thanks little fella.” he chuckles, “You know y/n, I still haven’t thanked you for saving us.” 

You look down, “Oh don’t worry about it. It's not a big deal.” 

He reaches forward hesitantly grabbing your hand, smiling gently at you, “It is to me. Thank you for saving us today. I’d like to repay you somehow...” 

“Oh, you don’t have too. You all being okay is payment enough.” you say squeezing his hand, your heart fluttering in your chest. You quickly realize that your holding hands with this trooper and drop your gaze and your hand out of his, embarrassed.       

Kix walks over then with a smile, “Okay you’re free to go! But you’ll have to be on crutches for a while. Light duties only alright?” 

“Yes sir.”  

... 

The next day you sit in your workshop peacefully, working on rebuilding part of a shuttle that needs to be reinstalled later. Robby stays beside you, giving you tools and welding certain pieces, as you enjoy the quiet while it lasts. All morning troopers have been coming to check on you, to thank you, to see if they could do anything for you, and as much as you appreciate their efforts you're not used to all the attention, so you’ve been a flustered mess all morning. Of course, the peace doesn’t last long when you see Captain Rex coming over to you and you start to panic. 

Robby chirps happily and giggles as he wheels out of the room leaving you alone with the captain, “Hello Captain. D-Did you need something?” 

“I just came to check on you and make sure you’re doing okay. I thought you wouldn’t be working so soon with your injury.” he confesses concerned.  

You smile gently looking down, “I’m alright really. Besides I’m too fidgety to sit and do nothing I’d rather be working, even if it's just light duties...”  

He steps further into the room smiling at you, making you blush, “I get that. But take it easy alright? If you need anything all you have to do is ask.” 

“I appreciate that Captain. Thank you.” 

Then your heart drops as Heather walks into the room with the both of you. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail showcasing her bright blue eyes, and she smiles at the both of you, “Hello y/n! Did the Captain here invite you to 79’s tonight?”  

You look at her sad and confused, “For what?”  

“I was getting to that,” he chuckles at Heathers enthusiasm, “Some of the boys are going to the bar tonight and we wanted to invite you as a thank you for everything.”  

Heather walks over putting a hand on your shoulder, “Please come! I can’t be the only date there!”  

Your face drops, “Date?” 

Heather smiles at Rex and he winks, “Captain Rex here invited me as his date!” 

“Ooh... Well, I’ll think about it...” you say quietly.  

She walks back over to Rex, and waves at you, “Okay! Let me know later, we can go together!”  

“Don’t work too hard y/n. I hope we can see you tonight.” Rex says waving as both leave hand in hand. Your heart breaks as you watch them, knowing that you just lost that small bit of hope that he might see you the way he sees her, and tears start to fall down your cheeks.  

You’ll never be pretty enough.  

You’ll never be enough. 

 Not for him. Not for anyone.  

What you don’t know is Tup was watching you from afar, and his heart breaks as he sees your shoulders shake and tears run down your face. He can see your heartbreak as his Captain leaves with another woman hand in hand, and Tup hopes he can do something to mend your heart before it’s too late. 

... 

Tup debated with himself, pacing back and forth around the barracks when Fives walked in, “Hey brother what’s up?”  

Tup continues to pace, “Just thinking...” 

Fives sits on a bunk smirking, “about the cute mechanic.” 

He stops and turns to him flustered, “N-No I was...” 

“Right sure. Not like you haven’t been admiring her with heart eyes for months.” Fives laughs at his brother. 

Tup walks over to Fives and sits on the bunk beside him, “but she doesn’t like me. And the man she does like, doesn’t like her... What do I do?”  

Fives looks at Tup and his dejected frame, “Well... You won’t get a chance if you don’t take a chance.” 

“It’s not that simple,” he sighs.  

Fives pats his shoulder, “It is. I bet she’ll forget all about the other guy if you show her just how much you like her. And we all know how much you do, you're not very subtle.” 

“What if I ruin it any chance by saying something?”  

Fives sighs, “Take the risk. Were soldiers for makers sake, use some of that courage!” 

He clenches his fists and takes in a breath, “Okay.” 

“Okay?” 

Tup looks at Fives with an unsure smile, “I’m gonna go talk to her.” 

“Atta boy! And when she agrees we’ll celebrate at 79’s tonight!”  

Tup laughs and heads out the doors, “we’ll see...” 

... 

Nervously Tup makes his way through the hangar bay to your small workshop in the back. On the way he sees Robby wheeling by and stops the little green astromech, “Hey little fella. Is your master still working?”  

Robby chirps and waves his little pinchers in the direction of your shop, Tup nods and pats his head, “Thanks buddy.” 

Slowly he heads the rest of the way to your shop and stops just outside the door. You haven’t noticed him yet as you wipe your tears on your sleeve trying to wire something. Your hair was braided in pigtails today, and you had your coveralls unbuttoned showing your tight black tank top underneath that hugged you in all the right ways. He thinks you're the most beautiful woman in the galaxy, and just as he’s about to enter the room you slam your tools down and throw your sleeves over your eyes.  

“Ugh I gotta stop crying! Of course he wouldn’t like me... I’m not beautiful like her. I’m nothing...” 

Tups heart aches in his chest as he enters the room shutting the door making you jump and look at him surprised, “Tup? I-I'm sorry I didn’t hear you come in...”  

“You’re right. You’re not beautiful like her,” he says coming up to you as more tears start to fall down your face, “You’re even more beautiful. She doesn’t compare to you at all.” 

You freeze and shake your head, “N-No I’m not I’m just-” 

“y/n please listen to me,” Tup grabs your cheek and wipes the falling tears with his thumb, “You are quiet, and shy. You try to stay out of people’s way and try not to get noticed but I did. I noticed you.” 

“I noticed the way you tie ribbons in your hair when you’ve had a bad day to make you feel better. I noticed how you sing the same song quietly to yourself as you work. I noticed how you and Robby race each other at the end of your shift and how you always let him win. I noticed how you take your lunch to the hangar so you can watch the troopers from afar. I noticed how you blush anytime a trooper comes and asks you a question,” he smiles cupping both of your cheeks now, “I noticed the way your eyes sparkle when you see something you think is pretty. I noticed the freckles that lay on your face like your own little galaxy. I noticed the way you put others above yourself, and how you think everyone deserves more than you do. How you put yourself in harm's way to protect my brothers and I without a second thought. Y/n I think you are the most amazing and beautiful creature in this galaxy, and I know I’m not him. I’ll never be Rex, he’s everything that I’m not but... If you give me a chance, I’d like to show you all of me as I learn more about you.” 

You close your eyes as you hiccup through another sob, “You really see me like that?”  

“Oh sweetheart... I always have.”  

You open your eyes and see Tup still cradling your face, like you are the most delicate thing he’s ever seen. Slowly you trail your gaze over his face for any hint of a lie, but he just smiles at you with his twinkling eyes and pink cheeks. You put your hand over his, “I would like to get to know you too Tup.” 

He smiles even brighter, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You smile brightly at him. “And for the record, I like you just the way you are. You’re amazing.” 

Gently you cup his face and lean in placing a long kiss to his burning cheek. He freezes and as you pull away you both smile bright smiles. He grabs you and hugs you placing his chin on your head as you listen to his racing heart.

"Would you go on a date with me?" he asks timidly.

You look up at him your eyes sparkling, "I'd love too Tup."

...   

From afar Fives stood behind some cargo watching his brother with a big smile, “Good job brother. Good job.”  

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

@never-enough-novels

AHHH AVIII OMGOSHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎉🎂🥳😘🎁🎈 I HOPE YOU GET EVERYTHING YOU WISH FOR TPDAY BECAUSE YOU LITERALLY DESERVE THE WORLD AND MORE YOU BEAUTIFUL SOUL!!

I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH 💖💖 AND HOPE THIS DAY IS AS LOVELY AS YOU…. HERE IS YOUR BIRTHDAY PRESENT FROM MEEEE AND I REALLY PRAY YOU LIKE IT

(I think I worked out the time difference wrong so sorry if this post was a little delayed! I scheduled it and it didn’t even post!)

title: avi’s birthday

pairing: grayson hawthorne x avi

Avi brushed through her hair, staring back at her reflection in the mirror, a staring contest with herself: who would let the tears falls first. Of course, the mental version of herself had already won the bet so now it was just between the girl staring back at her in the mirror and the flesh and bones she could feel.

It was the fifth time she’d gotten up and tried to distract herself with a meaningless task, trying to make herself at least the slightest bit tired, though she seemed to be failing over and over, still wide awake with a head full of endless thoughts and voices. It was unavoidable. Inevitable. A damnation she didn’t deserve.

Dread was pooling through her like an ever expanding void sucking up every last good feeling, the hope and excitement all expired from her childhood dreamer of a mind. Her chest felt hollow, yet at the same time drowned, like if she were to scream no one would hear her. It would be more of a mass of garbled sound, the type that anyone would pass off for background noise. Easily ignored, walked past, mistaken for something else less fatal.

Her fingers subconsciously drew an abstract art piece on her collarbones, her knuckles brushing the solid bone, goosebumps rising on her flesh. She tugged her sleeves down, wrapping the fabric around her hand and unwinding it again until she was bored of the hypnotic motion.

Her birthday was tomorrow.

The thought made something sour within her, everything turn upside down like it was wrong, off, tainted. It was the one day of all of the year she always dreaded, the one day of the year that made her feel sick to her stomach about getting through. Birthdays had never been something happy for Avi, they’d never been made a happy time for her. The world never seemed to be on her side on the day she was supposed to be celebrating herself.

Slowly she made her way back to her room, flicking off the bathroom light on her way. She re-braided her hair, as she perched on the corner of the bed, the sheets feeling a little scratchier than usual, the material unnaturally coarse all of a sudden. It irritated her thighs, pressed against it and made her wonder how she’d be able to bear sleeping on the mattress the manly nights before. Though, not but ten minutes ago she’d been laying on it just fine, not physically uncomfortable at all. Confused and exhausted she focussed on the braid, tying off the end as a few curls poked out of the top.

She sighed softly, the breath more to offer some sort of relief than anything else. She looked over her shoulder just slightly to the person buried under the duvet. Grayson was cold out. Mouth a little open, smushed against his pillow and eyes fluttered shut. She smiled slightly, brushing some blonde from his peaceful face. She’d always thought he’d looked best asleep, everything relaxed, no fuss, no facades, just Grayson.

Avi hadn’t worked up the courage to tell him how she felt yet. She’d masked it so well and he had yet to take it up with her. She didn’t know how to articulate the words without them coming out all wrong so she resorted to silence. Just like she was now. There was something both settling and nerve wracking about the silence. No noise, no sound to distract or annoy but all those secrets hung there, unsaid but with gleaming smiles.

Avi slipped into bed beside her Grayson, placing a soft kiss on the end of his nose and his forehead. He didn’t move an inch and remained in his stony position, sound asleep. She curled herself into the warmth of his body, the position he was sleeping in left a perfect gap for her to slip into, almost as if he’d done it on purpose. She immediately felt soothed, pressed so closely to him. The feel of his moving chest and sound of his breath was something of a melodic lullaby and finally, after the restless hours she’d endured, her eyelids began to droop down and then she was dead to the world too.

***

Light peeked through the gaps in the curtain, a golden orange. Though Grayson had been awake for hours before the light even made its appearance, his body clock woke him early having had been so use to those insomniac tendencies and early swims. He didn’t mind though, he enjoyed admiring Avi.

Her ebony hair currently spilled in perfect curls across her pillow, having somehow fallen out of the braid they’d been in. A perfectly imperfect untameable beauty. He took a curl between his fingers, coiling it and uncoiling it over and over.

She sighed and rolled over, half awake and half asleep, eyes trying to open but not at all wanting to. He watched her thick eyelashes flutter before he gently took her into his arms shifting her weight onto his chest. She didn’t protest, leaning closer into him as he kissed the top of her head. She wrapped her limbs around him, getting comfortable, her beating heart against his chest.

“Morning Gray,” she whispered, her words slurring a little as she nuzzled into him.

“Happy birthday sweetheart,” he murmured back, the sound muffled in her hair.

Her whole body suddenly when stiff, as if the muscles had stopped responding to the brain. She couldn’t help but wince, a knee jerk reaction to the phrase and for once was a little thankful that Grayson couldn’t properly see her face. Avi quickly recovered plastering on a smile and sitting up further to press a kiss to his lips.

“Thank you,” she said, jaws aching from the lie of a grin.

Grayson looked at her softly, eyebrows ever so slightly pinched in together. He was thinking about something. She felt so vulnerable with his eyes just stuck to her, like maybe he’d be able to burn the truth from her and that wasn’t what she wanted at all.

“What?” she asked, tilting her head to the side, keeping it light.

“What’s wrong?” he said slowly.

She forced a laugh, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, “nothing’s wrong.”

“You were quiet last night,” he mentioned, “nearly all week actually. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

He gave her a very ‘Grayson’ stare that made her feel transparent. Maybe she hadn’t been hiding it as well as she thought she had been.

“I’ve just been tired,” Avi shrugged, brushing it off.

He teased a few loose strands of her hair, tucking them behind her ears, “you can’t lie to me,” he said gently.

Avi felt her heart sink slowly. She didn’t want to discuss this but knew she had too, it was bound to be an obstacle at some point, “I can try,” she replied with a smile.

“I can tell when you’re anxious Avi,” Grayson said, cupping her face with his palms. She mellowed in his touch, sinking into the immediate warmth, “I just thought you needed space so I didn’t press, but I can’t bear it when you’re hurting,” he said, voice a little strained, “let me help, please.”

“It’s nothing you can help with Gray,” she sighed outwardly, fiddling with a hair tie on her wrist. Her eyes flicked down and something passed over his face, some expression between pain and desperation.

“I can try,” he mirrored my words, making Avi’s lips split into a small smile.

She inhaled deeply and said the words that had been like dragging down her chest like a ball and chain, “I just don’t like my birthday.”

She waited for his reaction. Confusion? Annoyance? Anger? But none of the above came and that was when her nerves kicked back in.

“Okay,” he said softly.

Her eyebrows pinched inwards, “okay?”

“It is okay not to like it, love,” he shrugged smoothly, running spiral patterns over her arms with fingertips, “I’m not going to force you into enjoying it. I just want you to be happy and if your birthday doesn’t make you happy then you don’t have to suffer through it. Although, can I ask if there’s a reason why?”

His understanding was painfully sweet. Avi’s heart squeezed and she couldn’t believe she’d doubted him, but her mind liked to twist things when she was in a panic.

“Birthdays in the past just haven’t been all that enjoyable is all,” she shrugged, looking down, “it’s like a bad memory is attached to it, a tie I can’t seem cut loose.”

He tilted her chin back up so their eyes connected again. Avi’s bottom lip wobbled as she bit the inside of her cheek. Grayson brought her face close to his and slowly pressed his lips onto hers. The kiss was long and slow, passion seeped through, a warm hot feeling that went straight to her chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, taking her gently into his arms, “you don’t deserve that, you never deserved that.”

“It not your fault,” Avi shrugged, a single tear rolling down her cheeks as she buried her face into his shirt.

“How would you feel about something little to celebrate?” He asked quietly.

“Maybe,” she replied slowly.

“See if we can make this year the memory that sticks?” He suggested.

A spark of something electric and sudden hit Avi, “that idea sounds good,” she nodded.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Grayson reassured her, “I just want you to be happy.”

Who knew she could be undone by seven words. I just want you to be happy. She felt like she could melt.

“No,” she said, morphing into his hold, “I think I do.”

“Okay then,” he kissed the top of her head, “how about some breakfast then?”

***

“They are closed!” Avi shrieked, stumbling forwards, arms out so she wouldn’t bump into anything.

Avi was currently standing in her hallway, eyes tightly closed, waiting for Grayson to come and get her for, as he phrased it, ‘something special’.

“I don’t believe you,” Grayson called from the next room.

“Get believing then,” she retorted, feeling footsteps near her. She turned towards the noise in her darkness and pointed at her eyes, “see! Sewn shut!”

There was the sound of stifled laughter, followed by, “I’m over her Avi.”

Avi opened her eyes and was met face to face with a wall. She spun around to see an amused Grayson behind her, “I don’t know what you’re smirking for,” she teased, “I think you’ve forgotten a certain leather-pants video your brothers have kindly sent to my inbox.”

His face went flat.

“Besides if that didn’t prove to you my eyes were actually closed I don’t know what will,” Avi said.

“I still don’t believe you,” he grinned, stepping behind her, “so I’ll help you out.”

He pressed his chest against her back and swiftly covered her eyes with on of his palms, leaving the other out for her to grip onto for stability.

“Is this just an excuse to get closer to me?” Avi grinned.

He pursed his lips, “possibly.”

“You could’ve just asked,” she replied, tightening her hold on his hand as they stepped forwards.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” he said and she could hear the smirk in this voice.

If her eyes weren’t closer, Avi would’ve rolled them. Instead she was too focussed on not falling over. Of course she knew Grayson would never let her fall but she didn’t trust she wouldn’t accidentally drag him down with her. She instantly knew she was in the kitchen when sweet smells of vanilla and chocolate hit her nose, making her dangerously excited.

“Open your eyes,” Grayson whispered in her ear, taking his hand away.

The kitchen was tastefully decorated with a vase of multicoloured pastel flowers in the centre, a sweet tablecloth and a few light balloons dotted around. Laid out of the table were Grayson’s prize cups and saucers that nobody one could touch. Everyone, including Avi, enjoyed to relentlessly mock him for his tea party pieces but the beautifully designed plates and cups all of a sudden perfectly fit on this table. Beside the empty plates was a plate stacked high with golden, chocolately pancakes that looked as light as air but smelled so flavourful and sweet.

“You made me pancakes,” she squealed, practically throwing her arms around him, catching him off guard.

He smiled, catching her effortlessly, admiring her excitement, “I made you pancakes.”

“With chocolate,” she grinned, nearly bouncing up and down, her excitement and joy radiating off of her.

“From the moment I met you I was worried you might leave me to marry a chocolate pancake,” he sighed.

“You should still be worried,” Avi countered, folding her arms.

Grayson genuinely looked offended, “without me you wouldn’t even have these pancakes.”

“Anyone can make pancakes Gray,” she poked her tongue out, “you’re not that special.”

“This hurts,” he said, placing a dramatic hand over his heart.

Avi rolled her eyes, too used to his theatrics.

“Just get used to being second place,” she shrugged, throwing a quick wink his way before glueing her eyes back to the fluffy goodness just waiting for greet her, “pancakes have always been the real key to my heart.”

He pouted, like a disappointed child which made Avi laugh and pull him in closer.

“Don’t worry. I still love you,” she whispered, littering his face in kisses, “I just love pancakes more.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, as he pulled out a chair for her to sit down.

She raised a brow, “Princess treatment today?”

“Every day for the rest of our lives,” he replied smoothly.

She couldn’t help the blush that crept up her neck and the softness that infiltrated her voice uninvited, “lucky me.”

“No,” he replied, with lovesick eyes, “lucky me.”

Avi couldn’t hold back her smile. She took a bite into the first pancake and she could’ve sworn her soul was transported into an alternate utopian dimension. Every flavour was perfection, the sweetness that clung to her tongue, the small notes of vanilla, the smooth rich chocolate, the slightly caramelised golden butter, on top of the fluffiest, pillowiest texture you could ever imagine.

“This is divine,” she said, “like heaven just exploded on my tongue, what did you put in these?”

“It’s a secret recipe,” he winked.

She leaned in closer, taking another bite, just a special as the last, “care to share the secret?”

“Now where’s the fun in that,” Grayson shrugged, his eyes sparkling.

“The kind of fun that means I can make my own pancakes,” she replied.

“Then what do you even need me for?” He asked.

Avi’s face scrunched in thought, “Fixing shelves…” she stumbled out, “…rearranging the kitchen drawers when they get too messy… putting my books in the order I want them…”

“I feel used,” he deadpanned, looking unimpressed.

“Welcome to the real world sweetheart,” she laughed, cheeks flooded with a red glow that sent a tingle down Grayson’s spine.

He cracked a smile and slid a box across the table, that seemed to have appeared from absolutely nowhere. Avi tried to work out where it had come from but soon gave up, distracted by the boxes. There were two, one black with a white ribbon, slightly smaller than the other which was white with a black ribbon.

“What’s this?” She murmured.

“A little present,” he shrugged, nodding his head slightly for her to open it.

With careful fingers, she strung back the ribbon, the white fabric falling into a delicate heap and she gently picked the box up. She shifted the lid, lifting it up revealing something so gorgeous she could barely believe her eyes.

Inside glistened a bracelet, bejewelled with tiny little sparkling gemstones. In the centre there was a book charm and upon looking closer Avi gasped. Engraved of the front were the words “Our Story: Avi & Gray”. Her vision blurred momentarily and she forgot how to breathe, her head was spinning, her legs were shaking. It was the most stunning and thoughtful gift she’d ever been given.

“Grayson,” she whispered breathlessly, “I’m speechless.”

“You like it?”

“I don’t think I could love anything more,” she said, standing up immediately and discarding her pancakes to express her gratitude. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and kissed his face, her lips softly brushing against his skin, “thank you, thank you so much.”

He pulled her onto his lap and did the bracelet around her wrist. It looked gorgeous, complimenting her skin tone and bringing out certain notes in those deep brown eyes Grayson always seemed to fall for, no matter how many times he looked into them. He gently put the second box into her palm.

“You didn’t need to get me two things,” she told him.

He only smiled, “of course I did, darling.”

She shook her head gently, her jaw aching from her wide smile and she slowly undid the ribbon. Again, she shimmied the box open to reveal what was inside. This time, she couldn’t help but gasp aloud. Situated in the velvet cushion was the ring of her dreams, encrusted with tiny diamonds and glistening in the morning light.

“It’s a promise ring,” he explained, a little sheepishly.

Avi found it cute when the tops of his ears went slightly red and he nervously smiled, as if waiting for her answer. Inside her heart was screaming, beating so fast and hard she was sure that she’d soon need an ambulance on hand.

“And what are you promising me Grayson Hawthorne?” she whispered.

“Forever,” he said, “I’m promising you forever.”

His hands tightened around her waist as her did around his neck and she dipped her lips down to meet his. Forever sounded pretty damn good.

***

Avi found herself in the same position as the light before, staring into the mirror and fiddling with her hair. She kept meeting the eye of her reflection, asking her silent nervous questions, none of which she answered but it felt so good to get it off of her chest. There had been a birthday gathering arranged for her at Hawthorne House weeks prior and part of her really wanted to go, but the other part was holding her back. The gnawing anxiety part.

She fiddled with the book charm on her new bracelet, the cool metal between her fingertips somewhat calming. She slowly began to pin up her hair, take down and redo just about every section until she was happy with it. But one thing ached in her mind, the ever present agony of what she was about to let herself into. A birthday gathering, with a large group of people, in a big house. All things she hadn’t been able to avoid for the past years coming back to haunt her. As she got ready, the knots in her stomach started tying at double speed. One on top of the other on top of the other on top-

“We don’t have to go you know.”

Grayson’s voice was smooth and comforting. She turned to see he’d been watching her, already dressed in his crisp suit, her favourite one, she noted.

“I know,” she nodded, analysing her promise ring instead of looking him in the eye.

He sighed, walking towards her, placing grounding hands on her hips, “I can see you’re getting worked up on there,” he said softly, “we don’t have to go.”

“I want to go,” she replied, the words following those dying in the back of her throat and feeding into the pit of panic brewing in her stomach.

Grayson could tell she was holding back. He looked her in the eyes.

“Talk to me,” he told her gently.

“I need to do this,” Avi said hoarsely, the truth so unnaturally raw and real, out in the open, “I need to prove to myself that nothings going to happen, that I’m in a better environment now. I need to let myself enjoy this day.”

“Then that’s exactly what we’ll do,” he nodded, “but if you feel an ounce of discomfort we can immediately go, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, feeling a little more liberated all of a sudden, “now, what do I wear because I have the deep green dress but it feels a little too Christmas ball-esque if you get what I mean and then there’s the pink one but I wanted to wear that to Gigi’s event next Friday-“

“How about something new?” Grayson asked, a twinkle Avi knew all too well in his eyes.

Still, she gave him a sceptical look and folded her arms over her pyjama shirt, “something new?”

“Go to the wardrobe,” he said, keeping his poker face as Avi walked to the wardrobe and opened the door.

Her jaw dropped, “you bought me a dress!”

“I bought you a dress,” he nodded, getting attacked with the hundredth hug of this morning.

“I feel so spoiled,” she buzzed, running her fingers over the fabric in adoration, “thank you so much, oh Gray it’s so stunning.”

“You deserve to be spoiled,” he only shrugged, “besides such a breath-taking girl deserves something equally as breath-taking to wear, wouldn’t you say?”

“You’ve always had an eye for fashion,” she grinned.

“Go and try it on, I’m going crazy here having to imagine you in it rather than actually see it,” he said hurriedly.

The dress fit in every way a dress could possibly fit. The bodice was a rich black, that clung to her curves, with thinner black straps. As the skirt flowed downwards and outwards the inner pleats were an angelic white. She was the definition of an optical illusion in all the right ways, bewitching, hypnotising, moving.

Slowly she stepped out for the first time, hair perfected, make-up glowing and dress slipped on. As soon as Grayson laid eyes on her he froze, overcome by paralysis upon seeing something so utterly alluring. She was the epitome of beauty. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath, it’d gotten stuck between his lungs and throat yet at that moment he didn’t even care. Oxygen had become nothing of consequence and the thing keeping his heart beating seemed to be her. She was radiant, emitting a bright, warm light with every step closer to him.

“So,” she smiled shyly, and god did he love that small smile, “what do you think?”

He struggled to pull himself together to reply, eyes still clinging to every inch of her, trailing up and down until he was dizzied.

“There are no words that could even cover how magnificent you look right now,” he managed, “none that could even come close.”

Her cheeks obtained that sweet pink hue he loved as she stepped closer, “I love you so much.”

“Not half as much as I love you Avi,” he murmured back, “not half as much.”

***

The sound of the bell bouncing off of the inner walls could be heard for where Grayson and Avi stood. She’d stood outside this door so many times and somehow today it was so different. She could feel the heat of Grayson’s palm placed on her hip, though her dress and his arm wrapped around the small of her back, his touch, the feeling of someone there calming her ever-present nerves.

The door flew open and there stood Xander, with a multicoloured party hat on, the string holding it in place underneath his chin looking as though it was cutting off his circulation, “Avi!” he exclaimed loudly, welcoming her in, “Happy birthday!”

She couldn’t help but giggle as she embraced him, “thanks Xand. Is this not hurting your head?” she asked, placing a light finger on the party hat.

“I may or may not have purchased three hundred kid-sized party hats and they also may or may not have been non refundable so now I may or may not have to use them all,” he replied.

“Oh Xander,” Avi chuckled, “you could always donate some I suppose.”

“But I’m emotionally attached, the designs are so cool and there’s so many different ones,” he explained, “for example, I picked this one for this occasion because I feel like it fit you best, a little pizzazz but not too much.”

“I like it,” she nodded, “so does that mean you’ll be wearing a party hat every day this year.”

“Possibly,” he said, eyes still sparkly and bright.

“We have talked about checking order labels Alexander,” Grayson groaned from behind Avi.

“Oh,” he wrinkled his nose, “you brought Broody McBroodyson I see.”

“I never leave the house without him,” she joked.

Xander narrowed his eyes at his brother, thought it was hard to take him seriously in his current attire.

“Mr Broody McBroodson bought you a bagel last week,” Grayson scowled back.

Xander’s eyes lit up, as if remembering the taste. He turned to Avi, “so he’s now been upgraded to Mr Not-As-Broody-As-Before McBroodson.”

“Lucky me,” Grayson said dryly with a roll of his eyes.

“What makes you so lucky?” a new voice popped up.

Avi turned around to see Jameson strutting in, hair in its usual state, unruly and wild. His green eyes gleamed with amusement already.

“His new nickname apparently,” she replied.

“Oh so you broke it to him that we all call him Britney Spears behind his back,” Jameson asked Xander.

Grayson made a strange, strangled choking now, “I’m sorry?”

“Hit me baby one more time,” he half-said, half-sang, looking far to pleaded with himself.

Avi put a hand on her boyfriend’s shoulder and suppressed a laugh for his sake, “he’s teasing you Gray.”

“Funny,” he gritted through his teeth, giving Jameson the evil glare.

Jameson only shrugged, looking so laid back he was practically horizontal, “that is what they say about me.”

“Hey Avi!” a familiar cowboy entered the room, grinning, “happy birthday kid.” Nash pulled her into a tight hug which she gladly returned, the word, “thanks,” nearly lost in it.

“You’ve officially been upgraded from the kids’ table,” he drawled, once he let her go, sliding his hands into his pockets and taking his stance leaning on the wall behind him.

“Good,” she beamed, “I was getting bored of Jameson.”

“Hey!” he protested, looking extremely offended, “I was going to wish you happy birthday but now I don’t think I will.”

Avi’s eyes met Grayson’s, who was currently desperately trying to hide a small smirk and ultimately failing.

“You’re just jealous I’m not at the kids’ table anymore,” she poked her tongue out.

“Avi! You’re already here!” Libby popped her head through the door, wearing an apron covered in what looked to be cake batter and frosting, with a dusting of icing sugar on her cheek, her fly away hair whipping around her ruddy cheeks and shaping her flushed face, “I told you guys to wait,” she sighed, piping bag in hand.

“A doorman waits for no man,” Xander shrugged.

“Who gave him that job?” Grayson groaned externally.

“No one with a name that rhymes with Smameson,” Jameson replied with a wide lopsided grin.

“A doorman should wait for the cake maker when she asks,” Libby said, folding her arms and giving Xander a very pointed ‘mom’ stare.

Xander looked to his older brother with pleading eyes, “Nash,” he said timidly.

“Don’t look at me,” Nash put his hands up as if convicted of a crime, “you heard my girl.”

Xander replied with something else but Avi didn’t hear. She was focussed on the way Grayson weaved his arm and held her waist tightly enough to feel him there but not so tightly that she couldn’t breathe.

“You okay?” he whispered in her ear, his voice a low distant hum.

“Yeah,” she replied smiling, “this is… nice. More than, actually.”

“As soon as it gets too much,” he reminded her, “we go, no one’s going to hold you against it.”

She nodded gratefully, leaning into his side gently, letting herself back into listening to the mini-Hawthorne debate surrounding her. Libby was trying to stay a little mad at Xander but really couldn’t, Jameson was trying to stir the pot a little and Nash was trying to mellow everyone, a perfect evening.

There was that silenced everyone as a new face stumbled into the room, tripping over her own feet, “okay everything’s almost ready-“ she said a little breathlessly, then noticed the birthday girl stood right there and stopped herself, “oh Avi hi! Happy birthday! Who let her in already?”

“Avery you forgot the motherfaxing-“

Avery launched over to Max jamming her hands over Max’s mouth as she protested in muffled screams. Her eyes widened as she noticed Avi and Avery loosened her hold. Jameson threw his head back and laughed at the scene.

“Xander!” Max exclaimed, “why did you open the door?”

“The doorman waits for no man,” he replied solemnly, as if his soul purpose in life was to be a doorman all of a sudden.

“The doorman should listen to his assignment and cooperate with the rest of the operation,” Avery said, “we had a written schedule you know.”

“I second this,” Libby piped up, standing beside her sister, narrowing her eyes at said doorman.

“I could re-do coming in if you like,” Avi shrugged.

“It’s okay,” Max replied, “you haven’t seen anything yet, at least no surprises are ruined.”

“Seen anything,” she laughed nervously, “well now I’m scared!”

“You probably should be,” Jameson smirked.

Nash looked at his brother’s face, “you definitely should be.”

“Don’t scare her off,” Libby tutted, “okay, I’ll be back in five, just the finishing touches and if any of you dare let her in the ballroom without me there I will never ever make your favourite dessert again.”

Everyone went still, the whole entirety of the room was like a ghost town in an instant as if Libby threatened a fate worse than death. I’m a flash of a blue ponytail she was gone, retreated back into the kitchen.

“Oh we are not going near that door,” Jameson said slowly.

“I need to make sure she isn’t setting herself on fire,”

“Translation: I want to kiss my fiancée,” he coughed into sleeve.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she actually set herself on fire this time, you know,” Avery shrugged, “Libby’s running off of energy drinks and has been since about 3am,”

“I should try that,” Xander said, looking a little too excited about the notion.

“No!” Everyone yelled

“Just a thought,” he said, putting hands up in mock-defence.

“Stop thinking, it’s dangerous,” Grayson responded sharply.

“Jameson says an active mind is good for the soul,” Xander retorted, hands on his hips.

“Jameson has also broken nearly every bone in his body,” he deadpanned.

“Did you and Gray have a nice morning?” Avery asked putting an arm around Avi, changing the subject, with a bright smile.

“One only found in dreams,” she grinned back, unable to help herself.

“It’s weird to think he actually has the capacity to have romantic feelings,” Jameson mused, pursing his lips.

Avery whacked him, catching his very off-guard in the moment, “just because you nearly flooded the house last time you planned me a surprise doesnt mean every else does.”

Jameson’s face darkened, “you said you wouldn’t bring that up again.”

“I don’t remember agreeing,” Avery shrugged, with an expression that very much opposed what she was saying, “was there a contract?”

“Well no-“

“No contract, no agreement,” she shrugged nonchalantly, “verbal policies rarely are stuck to.”

“Someone has been paying attention to Alisa,” Max scoffed.

“I so listen every once in a while you know,” she retorted playfully.

Interrupting the conversation was a series of crashes, cries in pain, loud sighs and running footsteps. The doors burst open and there stood Gigi, pink-cheeked with mussed hair, “Am I late? Am I late? Oh I’m late!”

“You’re fine Gigi,” Grayson said, biting back his smile.

“My clock stopped and my phone was dead so I couldn’t get the time, so I thought I still had an hour and turns out I only had twenty minute and a girl can only put on so much glitter in twenty minute, I mean I’m good but not that good, so there I was taking my time when savannah pulled up to pick me up and I wasn’t even half ready so-“

“Long story short, we’re here now and some glitter made it with us,” Savannah interrupted from behind her, only just walking in “happy birthday Avi.”

“Thank you Sav,” she smiled in reply, “how was your game?”

Even though she was recovering from an injury, Savannah still liked to attend all of the basketball games to support her team and spot weaknesses in the other team for her next season.

“We lost,” she said a little dismally.

“Only because you’re not on the team,” Gigi said, hands on her hips, staring at her sister quizzically.

“Not entirely true,” Savannah said, cheeks heating up a little.

“She’s understating greatly,” Gigi rolled her eyes, “they were a mess without her.”

“Okay I’m done, I’m done” Libby rushed back in, Nash hot on her heels, “we can get on with the festivities now.”

“Ooo perfect we were just in time then,” Gigi grinned.

Avi was lead to the doors of the ballroom. She clamped Grayson’s hand all the way, although she was feeling better than this morning, there was still some resounding feelings. Like an aftertaste, not as strong as the real thing but just as present. She stood still outside the door and braced herself. Open them when you’re ready, they’d all told her.

She stepped inside sceptically only to have every last morsel of breath sucked from her body. Avi almost didn’t believe it was real. Handmade happy birthday banners, some clearly made by the more artsy of them and others clearly not. There were presents stacked on a table, all wrapped like the perfect cartoon ones you see at Christmas with shiny bright paper and oversized ribbon bows, except the paper was black with a white pattern with flecks of gold and vice versa. Balloons of black and white seemed to be everywhere, some littered the floor and some clung to the ceiling, bouncing gently. Fairy lights twinkled, lighting up every corner with a sparkle of mellow light and hanging down from the ceiling were handmade decorations on the black and white theme.

In the centre was the showstopper. A tiered cake, the bottom layer smooth white with a few ruffle borders and delicate pearl sprinkles, the middle a deep black starkly contrasting the white with her name in golden calligraphy and for the top tier it was back to the white with hints of golden glitter.

It was the room of her birthday dreams, one she’d dreamed of for far too long and it was all here in front of her.

“I’ve forgotten all coherent english,” she murmured, “I don’t know what to say, this is the most wonderful thing anyone’s ever done! Thank you so much! Everything is beautiful and perfect and the theme, how did you guys even know?”

“We have our way, we’re Hawthorne’s after all,” Jameson shrugged.

“And Libby, oh my lord this cake is stunning.”

She smoothed the loose hairs back into her ponytail, “I’m glad you like it. It’s red velvet.”

“Like is an understatement,” she whispered in mesmerisation of it all.

“Staring at all of this stuff is fun and all but I say we get this party started!” Xander yelled, looking like he’d maybe had one too many cups of coolaid prior to this, “to the karaoke booth!”

***

After Nash’s Taylor Swift performance of blank space, requested by pretty much everyone and an interesting remix of ‘espresso’ and ‘row row row your boat’ from Xander (two songs of which he inistsed did work as a medley), a microphone was thrust into Avi’s hand.

“I don’t know what to sing,” she said with a shy smile.

Grayson stood up, now with a microphone of his own, “We’ll duet,” he said smoothly, putting on a song.

The first few notes gave away the song. Feeling good by Micheal Buble. Grayson’s smooth voice took the first verse, each note like some sort of rich, decadent caramel, that was all too addictive and dreamy. Avi then stole the show with the chorus, her angelic voice grazing through the lyrics like a knife through soft butter. The sweetness of her sound had such a unique and poignant quality it was hard not to fall in love. Confidence sparked through her body and she glittered further the deeper she got into the song. When the two of them harmonised, it a surprise a rainbow didn’t spawn from the sky it was so graceful and heavenly.

“Ready for a turn on your own,” he asked after they’d finished.

“You bet,” she winked clicking the title ‘intaha ho gayi intezar ki’.

Let’s just say, tears of awe were shed.

***

“This is Hawthorne musical chairs,” Jameson said with a wicked grin.

They had moved from the karaoke booth after their throats were too sore to sing anymore and they’d nearly run out of songs.

“Here we go,” Max nudged Avi, with a playful eye roll, “they always have to be that little bit different, don’t they.”

“They’re Hawthorne’s,” Avi shrugged.

Nash continued from where his brother left off, “It’s practically a mish-mash of some of the Hawthorne’s classic-“

“- and excellent-“ Xander added.

“Yes and excellent games,” he concluded.

“Here’s how it works,” Grayson began, “it’s your classic musical chairs but with some twists. There is something hidden in this house for each of you courtesy of Nash who won’t be playing as he knows where all of the spots are. Each object is different and labelled with your name.”

“Like in Secret Santa,” Jameson said, “the spot is heavily guarded and if you trigger any of the alarms, you’re out.”

“But to actually get searching we first play a game of musical chairs,” Nash explained, “when you go out on a round of musical chairs you have to answer a dare or drink the mystery liquid we have-“

“Like drink or dare,” Xander piped up.

“When you go out also determines what extra time you gain for searching,” Grayson continued, “for example, if you go out first in musical chairs you get no extra time but going out second buys you five minutes and so on and so on.”

“But if you get the object that isn’t meant for you,” Jameson added, “then you have to keep playing until you find yours. However you can steal other’s objects and re-hide them or have them on your person, however you won’t be allowed traps around those.”

“If you get caught by a trap “I’m sexy and I know it” will blast all around the house so you’ll know someone been caught,” Xander said, looking so pleased Avi was sure that was his idea.

“So that’s the game,” Max said conclusively.

“That’s the game,” Xander nodded, “though I really still think we should add an element from strip bowling-“

“Xander we have been through this too many times and the answer remains as no,” Grayson sighed, making Avi giggle softly.

Jameson opened his mouth to say something in response but Nash was quick to quash him, “encourage him and your head will be shaved in your sleep.”

“Message received,” he rolled his eyes.

***

After the round of musical chairs, the mystery drink was only one quarter drained. Max had SpongeBob SquarePants painted on her toenail, Savannah had lemon juice in her hair, Jameson was missing a shoe and Avery was stuck talking in a Russian accent. And that was only half of the dares. The order of winner to loser ended up being, Xander, Savannah, Avi, Avery, Jameson, Gigi, Grayson, Max, and Libby. Who knew Xander was so ruthless when it came to musical chairs, the fight for that chair he’d had with Savannah had been one that no on would ever forget. But he’d earned his extra time so set out when Nash gave him the go-ahead. After ten minutes of Xander out searching and five minutes of Savannah it was finally Avi’s turn for her extra time to begin.

As soon as Nash said go, she was ready. Avi’s instincts told her to go straight for the library to look for hidden passages thinking those would be her safest bet. She started at a random shelf and started to scan the books for unusual titles or a book that didn’t quite look real. Though it was proving to be a challenge as she didn’t realise how much time had passed until Avery had appeared in the room, doing exactly the same thing.

Avi saw an odd looking book, so pulled it down as if there was a lever but no secret passage opened, nothing was revealed. The book slipped from the shelf a clanked to the floor, not a usual soft thump that a book might make, but a loud clang. Slowly Avi picked it up, realising the sheer weight of it and opened it up. The book wasn’t really a book at all, it was concealing something else. A sparkly giraffe. Her eyes trailed down to see it was addressed to Gigi, not her. But she’d still found a gift, so silently she pocketed it from later on. She looked around to see Avery had left the room and it was just her alone. Making her jump were the loud beats from the beginning of the song ‘I’m sexy and I know it’.

Someone had been caught.

***

Two people actually. Libby and Avery sat tangled in a net, both with dismal expressions on their faces.

“That’s what you get for teaming up on me!” Jameson exclaimed as Avi entered the scene.

“We were teaming up against everyone,” Avery muttered, “don’t flatter yourself.”

“You lose heiress,” he smirked, “you know what that means? You owe me out promised favour.”

“I hate you,” she grumbled.

“I love you too,” he winked.

Libby sighed, glancing at Nash, “you couldn’t have warned me where these things are.”

“Kind of defeats the idea of a fair game, darling,” he said, giving her a sympathetic kiss through the net, “Libby and Avery are out so only seven of you remain, get going.”

Avi didn’t exactly have a plan of where to turn next, but with Gigi’s object pressed tightly against her she had a feeling she could find another. Slowly she walked down the hallway and into the first room she found, the kitchen. She scanned the countertops and rummaged through drawers but came to no avail. She was about to turn alive but heard someone come into the room behind her. When she looked around, though, nobody was to be seen. An eerie chill crept up her spine suddenly and when she turned back to the pots and pans she was sifting through there stood Xander. In a moment of fright, all the pots she’d been holding clattered to the floor making a calamitous sound, a chorus of wails and shrieks.

“Where did you just come from?” she breathed.

“I work in mysterious ways,” he shrugged, looking a little wistful, “have you found anything in here?”

Avi folded her arms, eyed narrowed, playing with Hawthornes was always tricky, “If I had, why would I tell you?”

“Because I have this,” Xander said, the words rolling of his tongue as he held up Gigi’s sparkly giraffe.

Avi gaped, feeling around her pockets only to find the giraffe was gone. Somehow Xander had stolen it, but how was that even possible. She had it but moments ago.

“How did you even do that?” She asked.

“I work in mysterious ways,” he repeated, more amused this time than the last.

Her face fell flat, “that cannot be your answer for everything you know.”

“Who’s to say it’s not,” he shrugged.

Suddenly something caught Avi’s eye, a thin, wiry string that had just about caught the right lighting to be visible. A trap. And Xander had his back to it. Avi tightened her folded arms and took a step closer to him.

“You may have Gigi’s object but you’ll never find the one in this kitchen,” she lied smoothly, stepping closer as he stepped back.

“And why’s that? I snuck Gigi’s from your grasp, I could easily sneak another,” he responded.

Avi raised her eyebrows, nearing him still, subtly watching his foot, inches away from being entrapped, “who says it hasn’t been re-hidden.”

“Re-hidden!” His eyes lit up, “you make this too easy for me! If you hid it and it’s unguarded it’ll be a piece of cake to fi-“

He was cut off as he gasped, losing his footing. A net scooped him up and “I’m sexy and I know it” blasted through the speakers. Avi noticed the cupboard behind the trap was slightly ajar and scrambled to open it. Inside there was a rusty orange crockpot and nothing else. She braced herself, opening the lid to find what she could only describe as a grandad shoe, addressed to Jameson. Had no one got caught in the kitchen trap it would’ve been almost impossible to reach.

“Hey!” Xander protested from his constraints, “you back me into this! You knew the trap was here!”

“It’s not against the rules,” she smiled with a shrug, tucking the shoe away.

Footsteps poured in heavy as everybody else entered the room, finding Xander all tied up and Avi not.

“Six of you left, good game Xand,” Nash reported.

“Grayson, your girlfriend is a meanie,” he grumbled.

Avi laughed, “you started it first by stealing the object I found!”

“Stealing is allowed, backing people into corners should not be,” he replied not meeting her eye.

***

After leaving a disgruntled Xander offering him an apology scone from the stash in the kitchen, Avi decided her best move was to track a Hawthorne. Who knew the best hiding spots better? Grayson and Jameson were the two left but she decided against Grayson, knowing he’d catch on immediately and preyed on Jameson instead. She trailed him silently, stealthily, down each and every hallway. He seemed to be moving nowhere in particular yet kept looming over his shoulder, almost a dead give-away that he knew about something, somewhere.

It was risky business, seen as she had his object on her person but one she had a gut instinct would pay off. She silently watched as Savannah appeared on the scene, seemingly tailing Jameson too but from a different angle. But he’d seen her coming and with a Hawthorne smirk led her smack bang into a trap. She let out an annoyed growl as she glared at him, that was only drowned by his amused laughter and the I’m sexy and I know it soundtrack.

Although what Jameson didn’t account for is the fact that the soundtrack would play again just five seconds later buying Avi enough time to slip past unnoticed and take her prize. To her disappointment the object was addressed to Grayson, however she slipped the antique alarm clock into her pocket and re-entered as if just discovering Savannah was trapped.

“Gigi and Max have gone down together too in the West Wing,” Nash said a little breathlessly, “there are only three of you left.”

Avi could only imagine that Grayson had been the culprit for getting the girls all tied up together and a small smile played on her lips. They could take Jameson down together… or Avi could crush them both. She nodded towards Nash, suppressing her smile as she slipped behind the doorway, not able to help herself to not watch Jameson’s reaction to the object having gone missing.

He spun around, a confused arch in both his brows as he looked again and again. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head and it took everything in Avi not to start laughing, the clock he was so desperately looking for ticking against her leg.

***

Avi was growing weary. The house was so preposterously large that she thought it might be impossible to find her object. She searched high and low, yet still hadn’t run into the other two players. It was only when ‘I’m sexy and I know it’ rang out for the final time that she fully realised she was a finalist.

She was last to arrive at the scene where Jameson sat tangled up, hanging from the large chandelier in the entrance way, with screwed up face. Avery could barely hold herself together at the sight of him so upside down. Avi scanned the room from Grayson but he was nowhere to be seen so she quickly slipped away before Nash announced who was left to try and find him.

Thankfully, Grayson seemed a lot easier to find than her object.

On the lone balcony stood a blonde in a suit. A blonde she knew very well, that she happened to care all too deeply for. She silently approached him from behind, the weight of his object in the hand behind her back.

“Game over Gray,” she said smoothly, “I know you have my object.”

It was an assumption but she knew she had to gamble with it.

He didn’t turn around but she could hear the twinge of a smirk in his voice, “and I know you have mine.”

She walked until she was only inches behind him, then in a hushed voice whispered, “trade?”

“Trade,” he nodded, turning to face her, keeping the object out of her view for a few moments longer, “we’re the only two left in this game you know.”

“Here’s to us,” she smiled, producing his object, the antique clock familiar to him as she could tell from watching his features twist into something between shock and confusion.

He brought out a small brown package and handed it to her. Confused, she looked back up at him, her expression taut.

“What’s this?” she wondered aloud.

Grayson only shrugged, “open it.”

Avi eyed him sceptically, she could always see through him and now was no exception, “did you plan this? Us to be the last two standing.”

“The only thing I ensured was that I’d have your object,” he said, “you won the game all on your own.”

“Grayson Davenport Hawthorne,” she said, choking up a little.

“Yes my love,” he responded, his voice smooth and rich and caramelly sweet.

She sniffed a little, “you may single-handedly be the best man on this planet.”

He raised a sharp, defined eyebrow, “what happened to Mr Pancake?”

“Screw Mr Pancake,” she snapped, pushing her lips onto his with such passion he stumbled backwards into the balcony railing. Not that he cared, all he wanted was her lips to stay there forever.

“Wow I topped Mr Pancake,” he exhaled as they broke apart with swollen lips, “this is my life’s dream.”

“It doesn’t get much better,” she grinned.

“Open it,” he whispered.

She peeled back the brown paper carefully to reveal the title ‘Shatter Me’. But it wasn’t just any Shatter Me book it was the most gorgeous special edition she thought she’d ever laid eyes on. The classic eyes were delicately hand-painted on, exploding into golds and sapphires and silvers, branching out across the spin. When she’d finally taken the front in she flipped to the back wher some of her favourite quotes littered the cover. Each side and crevice was more beautoful than the last and the whole thing as a whole was prettier than even the FairyLoot copies she’d longed for. It was thicker than normal and she opened up the pages to see bold illustrations of all of her characters brought to life, nearly every second page. Aaron, Juliette, Kenji, they were all there staring back at her. She’d never felt so full. Grayson watched with loving eyes, as Avi welled up in joyous tears. She was a beautiful soul, the most beautiful he’d ever met.

Suddenly wad of paper fell out and she caught it just in time. Scrawled in pretty handwriting was her name. She flipped the envelop over and on the back it read ‘from Tahereh Mafi’. It was a letter addressed to her from Tahereh Mafi. She could hardly believe it.

“There is no way this is real,” she whispered feverishly, pinching her arm to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

“There is very much a way,” Grayson grinned, wishing he could take a picture face right now with his camera and have it framed so he could see it every day, “it’s the only edition like that in the world and yes she did write you a personal letter.”

Her fingers shook, “I’m so in love with you right now it hurts.”

“Now you know how I feel every day,” he replied smoothly as ever, making her cheeks glow the deep crimson.

“I can’t ever show you how thankful I am,” she murmured.

“You don’t need to be thankful,” he said, his hands snaking around the small of her back, “this is what you deserve.”

“This has been one of the best nights of my life,” she told him, pressing her body that little bit closer. Dangerously closer.

“Really?”

“Honestly Gray,” she said, her voice a little shaky, “it’s been so magical. You’ve made me love this day again.”

“You deserve to. Avi, you work so hard for everyone else, care for everyone else but it’s never just you,” he said gently, his voice spun silk, “you deserve something for yourself, you’re everything and more.”

“Don’t make me cry,” she sniffed, “I don’t want to smudge my mascara.”

“Can I kiss you instead?”

“Yes,” she nodded, the response immediate, taking his lips into hers.

The kiss was long and passionate. Avi’s heart beat loudly through her ears and yet she could barely hear it, so encapsulated in the moment. Love ran through her veins, danced through her arteries, sending it all over the body and back again and again and again.

“Screw the mascara,” she grinned as they broke apart for breath.

He kissed her again, the dampness of her happy tears wetting his cheeks ever so slightly.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you more,” he murmured with the softest of tones, “more than anything in any universe.”

I HOPE I GOT ALL THE ASPECTS OF THE REQUEST IN HERE AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYEDDDD

THANK YOU ETERNALLY FOR BEING MY DAY ONE GIRLIE, ALWAYS CHECKING UP ON ME AND LOOKING OUT FOR ME!! LOVE OUR CONVOS SO SO MUCHHH AND OMGGOSHHH I LOVE YOUUU 💖💖

[losojos-decupido]

as fogado watches mitama go, he feels an ache that cannot so easily be sated.

but this is good, that little part of him thinks. now she can meet people that don't have so much baggage. now she can mingle with people that might treat her honestly---that might give her that unfettered love she dreams about where fogado can only shovel lies like a coward.

why does he dream of love when he knows he can't sustain it? what a terrible thing to do, both to others and to himself. he sinks to the bottom of the boat, dirtying his white bell-bottom pants with ocean muck and fish debris, and he folds his head into his legs so that he doesn't have to keep seeing those lanterns anymore. what a wish.

a lone starfish hangs from the ribbon tied around his wrist. fogado wonders if he even deserves that much. is this all that's left of stars joined in the night? a facsimile? not even a genuine article?

ugh.

what a night this is shaping up to be.

END

do what the music say

[pidgydraws]

IMO

i make a lot of very fluffy, sentimental, art~ but i need everyone to know just how much i fucking hate these two (adoringly. with all my heart.)

[pixelatedraindrops]

Happy Birthday Yakou! 🚬💙🎉

The best roommate, mentor, boss, father figure and caretaker Yuma could ask for💕

I had to try to make something for him. I’ve grown to adore him almost as much as yuma as I kept putting them in various scenarios the past half year.

(its kinda for both of them since their birthdays are only a day apart from each-other??)

So yeah, birthday cuddles for them both~ 💜💙