#cutsy brothers

[huggybearhughes43]

all three boys cause i’m a dirty slut for the hughes brothers 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️

I know if I go, I’ll die happy tonight

Hughes brothers x Fem! Reader

This is pt.3 of my Hughes brothers series here’s pt.2 and pt.1 for context!

Warnings- smut, raw dawgin, anal, oral (f and m! Receiving), cream pie, cum swallowing, foursome, lowkey a lot of cutsie fluff

Summary- Jack and Luke convince reader to go to the lake house with them, even though she knows the second she’s face to face with the oldest brother that she’d be embarrassed.

Word count- 3.6k

My head leaned against the window of jacks back seat with my legs propped up on Luke’s. Somehow, the pair had convinced me to stay at the lake house for a week. In which means, I am to stay with all three brothers as well as their parents. Adding to that, god knows Jack invited Trevor as well as Cole. The feeling of Luke rubbing his hand back and forth on my ankle and the sound of Jack humming along to a song on the radio puts my right to sleep.

My eyes flutter open at a familiar feeling of a turn into the driveway of the lake house. I sit up as Jack parks the car. I look at Luke, a frown playing on my face. “Just kill me now and save me the embarrassment of seeing Quinn.” Luke smiles and nudges me, “it won’t be that bad, he’s a gentleman.” Luke holds his pinky out, “I pinky promise.” I sigh and unlock my pinky with his before stepping out of the car. Luke grabs my bag and his before making his way inside. I follow quickly after him.

The second I walk through the front door I run smack into someone’s chest. I apologize, stepping back and looking up at the person, my hands on their chest to stable myself. My face flushes and I mentally curse myself. “Hey, Quinn.” I realize my hands were still on his chest and I quickly take them back. “Hey, y/n.” He smirks, “you seem tense.” I roll my eyes. “If you think you’re funny, you’re not.” Both of our attentions are pulled away from each other when Jim and Ellen walk in.

I smile and walk up to them, pulling them into a hug. My family knew theirs since we were kids, practically growing up with the Hughes and counting their parents as a second pair to me. Jim and Ellen and Hug me back tightly and speak that they were going to their room to but their things away. I nod, smiling at them as they walk away. I was truly happy to see them. The happiness moment, soiled by Quinn. His arms were crossed on his chest as he smirked meanly, “do they know what you’ve been sneaking around to do with their sons, because I think they should kn-“ “Quinn, leave her alone.” Luke cuts him off as he enters the room. The older brother shrugs, “I’m just saying.”

“Do they know you said you wanted a turn?” I shrug and walk past the two brothers. “Just saying.” I walk up the flight of stairs and into the room I’d be staying in. Ever since I was a kid, I shared the room with Luke while at their home, that seemed to have transferred over to the lake house. I sit on the bed, rubbing my eyes. My head perks up when I hear the door crack open. Luke walks in, scratching his neck, “I’m sorry about him.” I shake my head, “don’t be” I flip backwards to lay down on the bed. “But what happened to him being a gentleman?” Luke laughs as my words, I feel the bed dip down as Luke crawls up the bed to lay down next to me. “I thought he would be.” He explains as he traces shapes on the part of my chest exposed from the tank top I was wearing.

I turn my head to look at Luke, smiling when our eyes meet. “It’s okay” I mumble before pressing my lips to his. After a moment of enjoying his soft kisses, he pulls away. He props head up on the palm of his hand, his other hand using its thumb to rub my cheek. “Jack and Quinn were asking me if I wanted to take the beat out on a test drive tonight, wanna come?” “That sounds like hell.” Luke smiles, “pretty please?” I sigh at Luke’s pleading tone. “Fine.” I sit up in the bed. He smiles and hugs me from behind, kissing pecks on my neck. “Thank you.”

The sun peaked through the windows in Luke and I’s shared room as I unpack my clothes. I was alone, looking through my swimsuits as Jack walks into the room. “Luke and Quinn are getting the boat ready, it’ll get cold tonight on the water you should probably change.” I nod to his words, telling him I heard but he stops in the doorway. “Can’t wait to see you in those.” He laughs jokingly as he eyes my bathing suits. “Jack?” I bat my eyelashes at him convincingly. He swallows, “yeah?” My expression drops, “get out.” Jack huffs dramatically and leaves the room, closing the door behind him for privacy.

I put on some sweatpants and a white t shirt before making my way down the stairs and out into the backyard. “Stay safe, sweetie! Don’t let those boys be bad influences.” Ellen calls from the kitchen, I turn to reassure her that I’d be safe. I turn back around and exit through the back door, walking through their back yard to the dock. Luke holds out his hand as I approach the boat. I thank him and grab his hand as I step into the boat. Quinn was at the wheel while Jack was sitting at the back of the boat. Luke leads me to sit down with him at the front, pulling me flush against his chest as Quinn starts the boat. I adjust myself to lay down, using Luke as a pillow.

I bask in the remainder of the days sun while Quinn finds a place to anchor. My eyes only open to realize the sun has set completely when Quinn stops the boat. I look back as Jack tosses the anchor over the edge of the back of the boat. Luke stands up moments after I sit up. I look up at him questionable as he tugs his shirt off. “What are you-“ I’m cut off my Luke doing a front flip into the water off the side of the boat. The splash from impact soaks me. I gasp and stand up. Luke re-emerges from the water laughing, knowing exactly what he just did.

Jack follows soon after, doing the exact same thing as Luke. “Come on, y/n! The waters not that cold!” Luke shouts from the water. I cross my arms and shake my head, muttering no. I gasp when I feel a hand loop around my waist. Quinn lifts me tightly, not letting me get out of his grasp, no matter how much I struggle. “Quinn, wait! Wait- stop!” He walks over the edge not budging as I try to wiggle out of his grasp. The two boys in the water cheer Quinn on. “Wait!” I shout, trying to hold onto Quinn’s shoulders but I’m too late as he tosses me into the lake. I gasp for air as I come back up. “You asshole!” I shout up to Quinn who was still the on the boat. He laughs and follows what the other two brothers did. He tugs off his shirt and jumps off the side into the water with us.

I wipe the water off of my face from the splash. When Quinn comes up for air I splash him. “You’re an asshole” I repeat and he laughs again. “You’re just being dramatic.” I notice the other two boys swimming towards the boat to get back on and I follow them. I climb up the ladder with Quinn presumably close behind. The second I step back onto the boat Jack whistles. Luke’s face was a bright shade of pink as he covers his mouth in attempt to hold back his laugh. I don’t put two and two together until Quinn walks past me and looks down at my chest, shaking his head with a smile on his face.

I quickly realize my stupid mistake, covering my chest with my arms. “All of you are assholes.” I huff, my decision of not wearing a bra under my big shirt due to comfortability was not on my side at the moment. Quinn tosses me his shirt and for a moment I remember why he was the favored brother. I mumble a “thank you” before I tug it over myself. I sit back down where I was before but this time without Luke. I wrap my arms around myself to shield myself from the bitter cold air. Quinn takes the anchor out of the water and steers the boat back to the dock.

As soon as the rope of the boat is tied to the dock, I jump off of the boat, making my way inside to the warmth. I rush up into the room I was staying in. I pull off Quinn’s shirt, tossing it on the bed with a plan to return it later. I take off my wet clothes, tossing them in a clothes basket before running into the connected bathroom. I take a brisk shower to rid of the lingering lake scent. I step out and wrap a towel around myself, exiting the bathroom and into the room to see Luke on the bed. I was just about to remove my towel to get dress when Jack barges into the room. My bones almost jump out of my skin at the fright.

“Jesus Christ, Jack, what is your problem?” I scoff at him and he just smiles then looks at Luke. “Mom and dad are asleep.” I look back and forth between the two of them in disbelief to what they were suggesting. Luke looks at me and smilies softly, “come here.” I roll my eyes and do as he says, crawling onto the bed and onto his lap, clutching the towel at my chest so it doesn’t fall. Luke places his hand over mine to move it, “it’s not like Jack hasn’t seen you before.” I sigh and allow him to remove the towel from me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Luke whispers before attacking my neck with kisses. I let out a sigh, tangling my hands in his hair. I feel the bed dip down as Jack moves towards us. Jacks hands find my waist, just above Luke’s that were on my hips. Jack presses his lips to mine hungrily. One hand moves from Luke’s hair to jacks, deepening the kiss. I was so lost in a trance that I didn’t hear the footsteps walking into the room. Only when I feel another dip in the bed is when I realize someone else has joined us. My brain was too foggy to realize who it was until he spoke up. “Starting without me?” He scoffs, “assholes.”

Quinn presses up against my back, resting his chin on my shoulder as he reaches around my waist. He presses a soft kiss to my shoulder before harshly pressing his thumb to my clit. He laughs mockingly at me when I moan so loud against jacks lips that he could hear. As if the brothers knew what each other were thinking by mere looks, Jack leans away and Quinn gets up. I whine at the lost contact, Luke quieting me by pressing his lips to mine. Luke scoots us down a bit so he could lay down, pulling me down with him. Luke reaches down between us to pulls his shorts down enough to line himself up as the other to brothers take their spots back, their clothes somewhere on the floor.

I ease all the way down on Luke’s hard cock before I feel Quinn’s hands on me again. Jack traces his thumb over my cheek before cupping my chin and pulling me away from Luke’s lips. Before I could complain Jack presses his dick against my lips. Without a second thought, I open my mouth for him. Jack grabs my hair harshly, moving my head in a rhythm to his liking. Luke presses soft, sweat kisses onto my shoulder. Quinn’s hands wander all over my body, it was as if he were trying to memorize every mole, every stretch mark.

“Think you can take one more, baby girl?” Quinn asks softly, easing his hands over my shoulder blades. I moan out against jacks dick earning a laugh to fall from the middle boys lips. “I think that was a yes.” He tells Quinn. Quinn scoffs and pushes at jacks chest, “you prick, let her speak.” Jacks sighs a reluctantly pulls his dick out of my mouth. I gasp for air before speaking, my hips still being moved my Luke back and forth onto his dick, “yes! Yes- Quinn please.” I whine before I was muffled my jacks dick once again.

“Good girl.” Quinn leans down to press a kiss onto my back. “Wouldn’t wanna do anything you’re not okay with.” Quinn spits on his fingers, leading them down to press against my ass. Tears form in my eyes as he eases his fingers into me slowly, my moans muffled by Jack. Quinn presses soft kisses along my back, trying to make me as comfortable as possible with the foreign feeling. “I’ve got you.” He whispers before pulling his fingers away and lining up his dick where they once were.

No matter how much he wanted to go fast, Quinn slowly entered me. Luke momentarily stopped his moments to not chance hurting me. The stretch hurt but the feeling of his soft rubbing on my back made it bearable. He bottomed out, reaching up to wipe a tear from my face. The second Luke started moving my hips again and Quinn’s slow thrusts, I moan out repeatedly against jacks dick that was still down my throat. The matched pace between the brother instantly throws me over the edge. The clenching of my cunt makes Luke throw his head back, the two of our orgasms happening together. He cums deep inside of me, not stopping his thrusts until I’m worked through my orgasm.

Luke pulls out of me, not wanting to hurt me with overstimulation but his brothers weren’t helping. Jack holds my head all the way down on his cock, my nose pressed against his pelvis as he shoots his load down my throat. I do my best to swallow all of it as he pulls out. Jack laughs softly and wipe the remainder that dripped down my chin with his finger before pressing it into my mouth. I suck his thumb clean before pulling away. The quickening thrusts from Quinn have me pressing my head into Luke’s shoulder, muffling my moans. A few more thrusts and Quinn’s cums into my ass.

He breathlessly pulls away, pressing one more kiss to my back before pulling away to put his clothes back on. Jack does the same while Luke whispers praises about how I did so good into my ear. “Clean her up for us, Luke?” Quinn teases, causing Jack to laugh before they both exit to room to presumably go to bed in their own rooms. Luke plays me onto the bed by myself before going into the bathroom for a rag. He comes back, pressing soft kisses all over my face before he reaches down and cleans up my fucked out folds. Luke pulls me comfortably into him when he finishes cleaning me up. I fall asleep almost immediately into his arms.

There was no sign of the sun when I awoke. I sigh, sitting up. I rub my face and decide to go downstairs for a glass of water, slipping on Quinn’s shirt that I’ve still yet to return. “Hey Jack” I say as I see the familiar face in the kitchen. “Hey,” he takes a sip from his drink, leaning against the counter. “I’m surprised you can still walk.” He teases and I just roll my eyes. I grab a water bottle from the fridge, sitting on the counter as I drink it, opposite from Jack. Jack moves from his spot, walking to stand in between my legs. I sit my water bottle down and wait for him to do something. He stares down at me for a moment before he sinks down to his knees.

I bite my bottom lip as I watch him. My hand instinctively traps itself into his hair. “Jack” I whisper but he doesn’t respond, too busy pressing kisses into my thighs, “what if someone comes down stairs?” “You better be quiet then.” He mumbles against my inner thigh. Without warning, he presses his mouth against my cunt harshly. I throw my head back, trying my best to hold back my moans as I tug his hair. “Tastes so fucking good.” He mumbles. The way he moves his tongue along my folds, sucking my clit every time he gets to it, has me going mad.

I bite down on my bottom lip harshly. “Jack.” I whisper out to mask a moan. His eyes look up at me innocently as if he weren’t doing such a vulgar act. I throw my head back, trying to push my hips further into his face as if to get impossibly closer to him. My jaw drops as my legs shake around his head, my hands dropping from his hair to brace myself on the counter. His movements not faltering as my juices coat his face. He works me through my orgasm, not stopping until I have to physically push him away. Jack stands back up, licking the remaining juices off of his lips.

I hop off the counter as I chug the remainder of my water bottle, not wanting any waste. I turn back to Jack, standing in my tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips in a peck. “Go to sleep.” I say quietly before turning to return to my own room. I close the door behind me before climbing onto the bed and returning to my rightful spot in Luke’s arms. His arms pull me closer to him, the comfortableness forcing me to fall asleep quickly.

The birds chirping out the window soon me up from my sleep, the comfortable look on Luke’s face not wanting me to leave him resting. I silently wiggle out of his arms, looking into the drawers I put my clothes in for any shorts. I find a presentable pair of denim shorts and I figure putting on a swim suit now would save me of the hassle later. I find a random black swimsuit I packed and figure it’ll do. I pull off Quinn’s t shirt, tossing it to the side so I can put the bikini on. I pull his shirt back on, followed by the shorts before opening the door to make my way down stairs.

I’m greeted by Ellen and Jim in the kitchen preparing breakfast. “Smells good” I compliment, smiling at the couple. “Thank you, honey… coffees ready if you want some.” I nod and thank her, filling a mug with coffee and mixing it to my likings. I take the cup outside, wanting to enjoy the view of the lake when I drink it. The second I step out of the door I spot Quinn sitting on a bench at the docks. I smile to myself and decide to join him. I walk to the dock with the mug in my hands.

“Good morning.” I say softly as I take the seat next to him. “Morning” he looks me up and down and smiles, “is the shirt that comfortable?” He teases and I shrug, “it smells like you.” He stares at me for a moment, “did I hurt you? I mean… last night, did I?” I smile at his worried tone and shake my head. “No, you didn’t I promise.” He nods “good” then he goes quiet again. He looks back at me and sighs.

“Any chance I had with you is ruined now, isn’t it?” I shrug, “I dunno if I could bring myself to date any of you.” He reaches his hand up to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear as I sip the coffee. I look at him and smile, “you were the reason this all happened in the first place.” He furrows his brows, “what?” “Jack and Luke were jealous that I had a crush on you.” I laugh, “that’s why he went bragging to you after, I guess.” Quinn cracks a smile, nodding along to my words.

I finish up my coffee and Quinn notices quickly, “wanna go back inside?” I nod and stand up with him. Before we start our walk back I look up at him bashfully. “What?” He laughs. I grab onto the collar of his shirt and bring him down to a soft and sweet kiss. He pulls away with a happy yet confused expression on his face as if asking why. “I had to kiss you before I had the chance to think rationally.” He laughs and grabs onto my hand, leading me inside.

Ellen and Jim were outside eating a delicious looking breakfast. “Breakfast is inside.” Jim smiles and I nod, thanking them once again. I walk into the kitchen and see the two other Hughes brothers stuffing their faces. Before I could even grab a plate from the cabinet Jack speaks up. “I gotta know, who fucks better.” I scoff and roll my eyes. “I can’t answer that.” I grab my plate and grab some food before giving Luke a knowing look that makes his face grow hot.

The look is cut short by a light pounding on the front door. Jack nearly falls on to his face with how fast he stands up. He makes his way to the door, opening it just to be attacked in a hug by his two best friends. After the initial attack, Trevor walks past Jack and into the kitchen. Trevor leans on the counter next to Luke, looking me up at down. “Well don’t you look as hot as ever.” He flirts. “Back off” both the oldest and the youngest Hughes boys both say. Trevor’s eyes widen and I have to cover my mouth to suppress a laugh.

[ifeelloveeverymillionmiles]

Before Six years, five months, two days

Can we talk about how obsessed they are with each other before they even go on the subway?

At the Keepers meeting, as soon as they start talking they are touching elbows and arms, super close. SO much eye contact in the conversation and Lila is like TEXTBOOK flirting - her lips slightly parted through their whole convo, sexy face on, and so many mischievous glances at Five. Nonchalantly placing her hand on his chest to put on his nametag and like ???lingering??? Oh yeah Nancy, make sure that nametag isn't coming off, very thorough name tag application.

Then the cafe, obviously more touching of the face, more eye contact, and smiles. Am I imagining it or does Lila's façade drop a little and she looks kinda guilty about wiping the powdered sugar off Five's face when Diego sees them through the window? She's then laughing right after, but a part of me wonders if she wanted to touch Five, did, liked it, felt bad, then bounced back and started laughing before the scene was over.

Then we have two scenes with Diego in the van, one with Five and then one with Lila.

When Diego confides in Five his concerns about Lila and the "little Greek guy" it's a VERY clever bit of writing that is TEEMING with doublespeak, Five states:

"Whatever this is (him and Lila), it's nothing. You guys have a family, kids, a home, only an idiot gives that up. Lila is no idiot" Five looks almost remorseful as he says she's not a idiot. IMO by calling it "this" Five acknowledges that there is something between them, but seems disappointed since he believes nothing could or would happen between them, but only due to her current circumstances.

Then Five states to Diego "Bury it. Deep. Cover that shit in concrete." which in this context makes way more sense for his own feelings (his growing affection for Lila) vs. advice you would give your sibling about concerns over their partner's potential infidelity.

Diego then states "You're a good brother." and the shot lingers on Five's face as he looks painfully guilty. We follow up with a long shot of Lila, peering at them secretly, which adds to the perception that this exchange may be more significant than what the surface-level conversation appears to be.

Also, at the beginning of this whole conversation, Five lies for Lila by saying "Well she has that book club" to Diego. I think it's interesting that Five's first instinct here is to be loyal to Lila and keep up her lie rather than coming clean to Diego. His loyalty is already to her over him.

At the New Grumpson Christmas festival, when Diego throws axes to impress her, she looks at him (very annoyed) for a whole 2 seconds then immediately starts scanning the crowd, super distracted, not caring what Diego is doing or saying (this is a little sad). What is she looking for?? Five of course. She quickly excuses herself from Diego and seeks him out, finding him trying to blink. Then there is all this cutsie talk about kegels. They keep their heads down in a little tet-a-tet, and look annoyed when Diego joins them and starts asking questions. I melt a little when Five says "Mulled wine for myself, egg nog for the Lady". They are already on the same page. They already consider themselves a team of two within this larger team.

Then the van conversation with Lila and Diego, we get a shot of Five's face as the convo is starting, which makes sense because they do speak about him in their fight/conversation. But what stands out to me is that once Lila confesses that she has been working undercover, Diego gets upset Lila states

"You're acting as if I had an affair"

to which Diego responds "This is even worse!"

and they cut to Five's face and he looks SO annoyed. To me, he's thinking "Wait, you're with Lila, you've gotten to settle down, be normal, have kids and you think Lila going undercover tangentially with the CIA is worse than her having an affair and losing all that?" which I think is crazy to Five because Diego has the normalcy Five craves, with the person Five has the most chemistry with.

And this is BEFORE all the subway stuff. I honestly think they left us so many breadcrumbs before episode 5 and I'm having a delightful and delicious time finding them!

[lorre-verie]

heyyyy there, how are you? was just thinkinggg 😝🧟 ---

may I please request an enemies to lovers ao'nung x fem!metkayina!reader fic where reader ventures out beyond the reef with bestie tsireya in their rarely found free time in order to decompress from their stressful routines --- evident in readers duties of teaching the young many things like weaving and breathing, helping ronal collect medicinal resources, and tsireya being tsakarem. reader vents about ao'nung being a pain and how hard she's pining for him regardless and tsireya, being all knowing, tries to hint to reader about ao'nungs feelings. some more banter before reya rushes off to meet with lo'ak for their date. not long after tsireya leaves, readers gets attacked and badly injured in the leg by something (I can't think of anything 💀) and rushes back to awa'atlu riding an ilu, bleeding out, where ao'nung (previously training) takes notice of her limping out of the water barely conscious. ao'nung rushes to her, reader collapsing in his arms, ao'nung delivering a cutsie little panicked "don't worry, im not gonna let anything to happen to you, 'm gonna take care of you" just before readers loses consciousness 😝😝😝😝 perhaps some cutie fluffy tearful confessions after she wakes in ronals healing marui

“Living, breathing, nightmare.”

word count: 4.4k

pairings: aonung x fem!metkayina!reader 

author notes:  - the prompt IS enemies to lovers so i decided to make it a HEAAVY emphasis on the enemies part of that (😏), so this is gonna be a wild ass ride. love you for this request, thanks for bringing me back onto this platform, anon! - 2nd person (love it too much) - NO you are not short you’re a little taller than tsireya but aonung is just a tall mf

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“So, they hate each other?” Ewie asked curiously, her curiosity piqued as her gaze remained fixed on the two na’vi bickering aways from her and the tsakarem-to-be of her clan.

“...Not exactly,” Tsireya answered, grimacing.

She sighed, patting the little one’s back, who stood there confused and still staring, eyes wide as seashells. Tsireya knelt down on one knee atop the damp, warm sand, offering the little girl a reassuring smile as she reached out to place her hand to Ewie’s shoulder, encouraging her to meet Tsireya’s gaze. “Why don’t you go on and play with your friends now, Ewie? You can resume your lessons with [name] tomorrow,” she said softly, promptly turning her head to smile at Ewie’s friends who ran wildly across the coast, screaming and jumping joyously.

The little girl’s eyes brightened as she looked at her group of friends, one of the boys in particular waving her over to join. She let out a small excited squeal, her mind now totally torn away from the sight of you and aonung, running to join them. Tsireya smiled as she watched Ewie scamper away, leaving only the older girl and the ocean in her wake. For Tsireya, now was one of the calm moments that no one could take away from her. 

She inhaled, the ocean breeze carrying a freshness that was tinged with the ancient salt of countless tides. Its age-old whispers danced through the air, brushing against her skin with a coolness that– if she concentrated enough, she could almost hear….yes…Eyw-

“You are an ABSOLUTE NIGHTMARE!” Your voice pierced through her thoughts, her ears flattening as she winced.

She whipped her head around to look at you and aonung in what seemed to be a private, yet full-blown war between the two of you, Aonung laughing in your face as you gave him a piece of your mind.

She let out a breath to calm herself. Happy thoughts…happy thoughts…she repeated in her mind as to not kick both you and her older brother in the back of the knees. 

“Yet I still show up in your dreams every night, eh?” he smirked even wider at you (if that was even possible).

To that, you didn’t know whether you wanted to scream, cry, cringe, throw up, or shove a kick so far up his ass he would never be able to talk out of it again. 

So you just stared at him silently, your silent screams bouncing off the insides of your body.

He towered over you, seemingly amused by your lack of response. 

You hated that. Why did Eywa give the males the unfair advantage in vertical length? (the answer is cause they need it boo or else they’d cry themselves to sleep every night) If you wanted to meet his eyes you would have to give yourself a strained neck, compared to all the other boys your age.

“You…wish.” you said, internally groaning at the less-than-satisfactory response you gave him. 

Should’ve been something kickass like “yeah, the haunting presence of your mediocrity,” but of course you’d only think about something like that far later, when it was way too late.

Tsireya walked towards the two of you, making sure to sigh mentally instead of in real life, bracing herself for whatever outlandish thing you two were bickering about now.

“Ah, sister, how kind of you to join us!” aonung raised his eyebrows slightly, “Would you kindly tell your friend here that she would absolutely not hold up in a battle between her and an Akula?” 

Before Tsireya could even open her mouth, you scoffed. 

“That is not what I said!” you seethed, crossing your arms. He had this tactic of taking whatever you were saying and twisting it so that he’d seem in the right at all times.

“I only said that I’ve been training for it, and I think that I could handle it! And also, that wasn’t even your conversation to listen in on!” and you didn’t want to admit that you were just trying to make yourself seem the teeniest bit more impressive to one of the younger kids you were teaching. In moderation of course!

*record scratch* (for all my lovely readers who’ve no idea/don’t remember what an akula is, that's the scary 3 jawed monster that practically almost killed our boy lo’ak. but that hasn't happened yet in this story)

Tsireya contained her urge to pinch the bridge of her nose, instead resorting to pinching aonung’s wrist, earning a ‘hey!’ from the metkayina while you smirked, satisfied with her response which was clearly a ‘i-don't-want-to-get-into-detail-about-the-topic-of-conversation-but-my-brother-is-incredibly-annoying-and-i-know-that-so-i’ll-just-do-this’ stance, but hey, at least it humbled the gargantuan himbo in front of you, even if by the smallest bit.

“[Name], how about we just get going?” she said, her hand rested on your shoulder, looking at you with an awkward smile.

“Great idea,” you smiled at her, willing to do anything to get away from the disproportionate frog. 

Before you could even take a step away, he obviously had to get in his bit.

“Hey wait, where are you two going?” he looked at you both, confusedly.

This was strange for 1 reason.

Why the hell does he care??? He never cared before, so why does he care now???

You turned your head and gave him an annoyed look, while Reya, ever the peacekeeper, answered his question for you. 

“We’re going beyond the reef. We want to see if we can catch a glimpse of the nrr payoang migrating for the season.” she said.

And even though she was the one who answered, he kept his eyes fixated on you for a solid extra few seconds, before finally switching to her. What in the motherfu-

“It’s optimal timing. Plus, this is one of the rare occasions where me and [name] are both free at the same time.” she said, smiling brightly. “It must be Eywa clearing the path for us.”

Right then, he smirked. 

Oh no. 

He was going to say something else to keep your blood above a healthy pressure, wasn’t he?

He looked at you again, and you felt your muscles tense. His mouth opened– no– here it comes– mayday, mayday!

BRACE FOR IMPACT!!!

“I also happen to be free. Can I come along?” 

You felt yourself die.

“NO!” you said a little bit too suddenly. “Go find some other people to bother!” you turned on your heel and stomped away from the situation before he could burden your mind further, grumbling at the sheer audacity.

“He literally insulted my capability of surviving like any normal metkayina could, and then he wants to “cOmE AlOnG?” Forget it!” you pressed a wrist into your left eye, trying to rid it of the image of the colossal amphibian as you rode on the ilu with Tsireya by your side, who was dipping gracefully above and below the water on her own ilu.

She emerged from the cerulean blue waves, her hair carrying beads of water in them, before she turned to look at you, back straightening.

“I think he just wanted to spend more time with you, you know.” she suggested, trying her damndest to hint to you what everyone else except literally the two of you could see. 

“Ha! As if! The last time I tried to ask him something, he said “don’t talk to me, my people might think that we’re friends.” Like what? Who says that? WHY would he say that?” you started, your ramble being nothing new to your best friend, who only sighed as she dipped a hand into the water as her ilu moved her through it.

Together, you headed to the point where the glowing fish were most spotted, waiting above the water for any signs of movement as you continued on.

“And I do not like him at all, despite what that skxawng Neteyam might say. He’s annoying, loud, obnoxious, and the way he carries himself differently when I’m in the vicinity is dumb. Almost like he’s trying to make himself seem better than me! Who does he think he is, puffing his chest out like a-” hold on.

You went silent, backtracking. 

Everytime Aonung noticed you were near, he stood up straighter than usual.

Your mind thought back to all those little moments in flashes. During training, at your cousin's coming-of-age ceremony, the harvest celebration, and today.

He constantly looks at you even if there are others around, but if you look back at him (more like glare), he looks away immediately. 

He always initiates the conversation first, even if there’s nothing to talk about.

Okay hold on [name], none of this necessarily means that he likes you.

And then, your whole world came to a stop. You swear even the wind became silent, leaving only you and the sounds of the cool ocean water rippling against your body, the evening painting a blur of pinks and oranges in the sky.

As if she knew every bit of the revelation you just had, Tsireya, who was a little ways in front of you, turned her head, looking at the blank expression on your face.

Am I the one that likes him? you thought to yourself.

No. It couldn’t be. There was no way, no possible way, that this was happening.

“Reya?” you blurted out, your body (and your stupid mouth) acting on instinct.

I mean, she was your best friend. Obviously best friends have to tell each other about their crushes, right?

“I think I like-” you stopped yourself short as you looked at her face. 

Her face, which was trying to hold back a smirk.

“Yes, [name]? Do continue?” she said, her tone a lot more singsong than you’d like it to be.

Perhaps telling your best friend that you had a crush on her literal BROTHER wasn’t the best course of action.

Fuuuuuuuuu–

“You know, if you like him, it’s totally alright with me.” she said, shrugging as she turned her head back to the front, smiling as she knew exactly what you’d say next.

“WHAT??” you screamed, startling your ilu, to which you whispered rushed apologies, soothing the back of its neck. 

“I’m just happy you’ve finally realised it.” she said, still not turning back, acting as if this was the most normal conversation to have.

“Wha? Who???” you asked, suddenly getting the idea she was having the wrong idea.

“Neteyam.” she said, her tone sarcastic, but unfortunately you were too startled to catch on.

“Hah! You’re wrong, I do not like him.” you said, silently revelling in the relief that she didn’t catch on.

Oh [name]. Sweet, oblivious, [name].

“Yeah I know, that’s why you have a crush on my brother.” 

To that, you completely stopped in your tracks, jaw slack open. She’s done it. She’s broken you.

She finally turned around, guiding her ilu to the left so as to block your track. 

“He likes you too. And I think you know that already.” she smiled, narrowing her eyes mischievously.

‘For the love of all things good and beautiful, why was this happening to me?’ you screamed on the inside, not wanting to relent.

Okay, if you were denying it, then maybe you actually didn’t like him! Right??

Yeah. That was it. You were giving yourself the delusion of liking him, because he’s the one that liked you first and you felt bad for him, and that’s why you were only considering liking him back.

Wait, does he even like me? What??

“Okay, no, that’s not what I-” and just as you were starting to deny everything, because that was 100% the truth, Tsireya waved you off as she submerged her head in the water, already off her ilu. 

You quickly realised what you were here for in the first place, hopping off and following suit, taking a deep breath before you dipped your head below the cool waves.

Deep below the two of you on the surface, you could see hundreds of bioluminescent jellyfish wading in one path, weaving through the floating rocks and plants, the vividness of the glowing colours acting as if a kaleidoscope in your vision.

You had to pull your head out from the water to take another breath, using your hand to push away some of your hair that decided to stick itself onto your face. You were absolutely stunned at the beautiful sight. It took your breath away, literally.

Dipping your head below the surface of the water once more, you decided with Tsireya to take a closer look. You dove your body forwards into the water, Reya following closely behind. 

It was quickly becoming darker, night was falling and you knew it was time to turn back, but the jellyfish illuminated your surroundings almost mesmerizingly, as if pulling you into a beautiful vortex. 

You hid your body behind a set of rocks, watching the jellyfish swim in their little path, smiling as you watched a small one lag behind the others before a bigger one pushed it forward, practically propelling it through the water as it sputtered around before finding its place again.

Tsireya, who was a little bit above you in the water, turned and dipped her body downwards to touch your shoulder, to signal that it was time to return to the surface and go home before it got too dark.

Her hand was a mere millimetre away from you when a sudden jolt of agony rips through your leg. It's as if a thousand needles pierce your flesh all at once, and panic surges, rising through your veins like wildfire.

Instinctively, you kick and thrash, but the unseen assailant's grip tightens like a vise, dragging you mercilessly downward. Darkness engulfs your senses and you're plunged into a void, robbed of sight and hearing, your lungs screaming for air..

You can’t even see Tsireya anymore, nor the prismatic glow of the jellies.

Bubbles erupt from your lips in frantic bursts, mingling with the surrounding darkness, further obscuring your already impaired vision. Each gasp for air feels like a futile struggle against the inevitable, your chest burning with the agonising need for oxygen. What is this? What is this that’s grabbing you? What is happening? The questions flood your mind and sear the corners of your vision as you're dragged deeper, darkness enveloping you fully. 

With each passing second, your panic intensifies. You can't tell which way is up anymore. The ocean presses in around you, a suffocating weight. It’s still pulling you down.

Down…

..down…

and down…

In a last, thoughtless attempt, you reach out, fingers stretching toward the abyssal void, but there's nothing to grasp onto, nothing to anchor you in this sea of darkness. Panic tightens its grip around your throat, threatening to choke the life from your trembling body.

Desperation claws at your soul, pounding on your chest, as you realise the seconds are slipping away. Any moment now, and you’ll be dead. Any moment now, and everything you yourself have worked for, would be gone. You let yourself close your eyes. Maybe because of the weight of the void pushing onto your body, or maybe you’re tired from fighting this thing around your leg for Eywa knows how long. When you outstretched your hand you hoped that someone, anyone would pull you out of this..nothingness. You wanted it so badly you almost thought that he would. That he’d save you.

Your body jolts awake, only to find yourself in an unfamiliar place. 

The cool, steady flow of the breeze unnerves you. It’s the first thing you notice besides the wild racing of your heart in your chest, your head whipping around in this empty space, trying to ascertain where you are. Is this Eywa? The place feels like a void, but it’s far different from the blackened one that suffocated your being. It feels calm. Peaceful. You can see the dark purple sky above you, glittering with stars and moons that you’ve never even seen about it. But it looks… strange. 

Otherworldly. Like it is impossibly distant, yet so close to you at the same time. You kneel in an extraordinarily shallow pool of cool water, the surface reflecting the celestial display above you. Though it is rather shallow, like a puddle almost, it stretches endlessly into the horizon as far as your eyes can see it. As you look around, time seems to stand perfectly still. 

It’s unnerving. Realising that you can, in fact, move your desensitised limbs, you slowly get up, your feet creating small ripples in the water. “Hello?” you call out. 

Nothing except your own echo responds to you. Just then, you hear something in the distance. Like someone’s there, in the hazed distance. They’re close to you, then they’re unimaginably far away. What is that? “[Name]!” It’s calling out your name. How do you respond? A. Call out for help

B. Cry C. Curl up into a ball and give up D. Walk towards the source Just kidding, you don’t have a choice. As if your legs had minds of their own, you start walking towards the source. You can’t quite make out that voice. It changes every time you hear it, showing up in intervals of about 5-8 seconds of space in between. “[Name]?” Gosh, and the change in tone too. It’s filled with fear, then anger, then happiness, then…huh? “[Name]... I’m so sorry.” Sadness. The voice is filled with a type of sadness that almost stabs your chest. Regret. Guilt. So many emotions in this strangely familiar, choked-out voice. The voice continues sobbing, sniffling, but then it stops. Leaving you whipping around in the darkness, unsure of where to go. You turn around, then you slam face first into something really tough. “What the fuc-” your voice rings out, angered, in the void. Rubbing your nose, you look up. “What the fuck?” you whisper. It’s Aonung. 

How delightful. But seriously, how de-fucking-lightful? Finally, another person in this endless, pitch black space of darkness. You almost want to scream. Of horror or joy, you’re not exactly sure, but you contain yourself, mostly due to the fact that he’s looking at you.

And he’s crying. Tears stream down his cheeks as he looks at you— actually, not quite you. His eyes aren’t exactly focused on yours, but they’re focused on…you. If that makes any sense at all. “Please wake up…” he croaks out. 

And that voice! It was him. That depressing, bleak voice from before that was calling out your name. It was him. But why? And how? 

You’re about to do something but then your heart jolts in your chest because he’s lifting up his right hand and cupping your cheek softly. Gently. Like the real Aonung would never do. This is some sick hallucination isn’t it? Oh gosh you actually went to hell, didn’t you? Before you realise it, he uses his thumb to wipe away a tear that somehow appeared on your face. You’re not crying. So what is this? What’s going o– NO. He’s leaning in. WHY IS HE LEANING IN? Fuck all “[NAME], DO SOMETHING!! YOU STUPID-” you scream at yourself, fighting your inanimate body. WHY COULDN’T YOU FUCKING MO- *SLLAAAAAPPPPPP!!!*Now you’re scrambling to your feet on what you realise to be the sickbed of Ronal’s healing tent, your hand stinging after delivering the most horrible sounding slap you have ever slapped…

…to the side of Aonung’s, now incredibly shocked, and incredibly offended, face.

Ronal sighed, but the remnant of a smirk lingered still on her cheeks, avoiding both you and Aonung’s gaze. “There you go, [name]. Next time, you should be much more careful,” she said softly, her hands leaving the cooling bandage now wrapped around your still aching leg and extending to your ankle, a sore reminder of whatever the hell it was that you experienced the night before.

You sat on a woven hammock, propped up by the trees that supported the healing tent. Ronal stood in front of you, “I am grateful that Aonung was there to help,” she said, turning towards the discombobulated walking-disease she called her son, who had a big bandage over his cheek, glaring down at you. She grabbed Aonung’s ear, pulling his body over very clearly painfully, making him yelp in pain with incoherent pleas of ‘ma’ and ‘please’  coming from his lips.

“What in Eywa’s name were you thinking? Trying to kiss a girl while she’s injured and unable to say anything about it! You are lucky that she slapped you first, or else you would not live to see another day if I had anything to do with it! My son, you are many things, but you are not an idi–” she scolded, promptly dragging him out of the marui still by his ear to deliver his well-deserved punishment outside, an amused smile making its way onto your face. Sigh, justice.

But okay, the incredulity of the day, of course, has not worn down on you. 

Tsireya came rushing into the tent with a bowl of…whatever, her face the guiltiest it’s ever been. It kinda made your heart hurt. “[Name], I am so, so, so sorry!” she said, kneeling down by your hammock and taking your hand in between hers. “As soon as I heard you were awake I rushed over,” she quickly mumbled, grabbing a rag and dipping it into the bowl and pressing it over your forehead gently, “I am so sorry for yesterday, I never should have suggested going there, let alone–”

Oh, here we go… It’s the Tsireya cycle, you call it. Whenever something goes wrong, she infinitely feels bad as if it’s her fault that something nearly killed you. 

She kept on rambling, trying to explain herself, but all you did was squeeze her hand tighter. She stopped, looking at the small smile on your face. “Hey, no harm done Reya. I’m fine, you see?” you reassure her, the small beads of water gathering under her eyes slowly going away as she blinked rapidly, containing herself as best as she could. She couldn’t say anything, although words were at the tip of her tongue. You could see she was struggling to add something, but she finally relented, settling for a gentle hug. “I’m glad,” she smiled. 

Okay, now it was time to figure out what the hell happened. “So…who saved me?” you asked her, using your arms to prop you up a little bit higher on the hammock. “Well, it’s a long story. Aonung kind of…followed us to see the nrr payoang. He was planning to surprise us, he said.” 

what

“He said he saw us, and as he was swimming down he saw you get pulled down by the creature. He dove in immediately and saved you.” she offered a small smile, like anything she was saying was making sense at the moment.

The only thing that came into your mind was the blaring red siren that screamed “STALKER! STALKER! STALKER!” but unfortunately, the pufferfish on legs had just saved your life so you were probably going to have to shut up about that for a while.

Woah. He just saved your life, [Name], shouldn’t you be more grateful? Maybe hug him? Maybe-

NO! Inner thoughts, shut up. Nobody likes you.

Tsireya turned around in response to the sound of someone being pushed through the entrance to the healing tent. 

Aonung. 

Wait nonononono Tsireya please don’t get up please don’t leave me here with him he looks like he’s about to kill me please

Aaand she’s gone. 

He took a pained breath, as if what he was going to do next was going to bruise him for the next couple centuries or so, sitting cross legged beside your, now that you realise it, very lowly hung hammock.

You were positive the look on your face wasn’t very inviting. 

“I’m sorry,” he finally said.

You had half a mind to burst out laughing because you were the one that had to get saved in the middle of the deep dark ocean. But he did violate you so obviously you weren’t going to do that, it was well deserved. A non-consensual move is still a non-consensual move.

“For the record, I only wanted to….” he basically whispered the next word, “kiss” (you felt your whole body cringing and twisting and turning on the inside and screaming to be let go from this horrible situation) “the top of your head.”

Oh. 

‘kayyyy… that makes it the tiniest bit better. 

Still not forgiving though. 

“I’m sorry too.” you said to him, your eyes now avoiding his face. Damn, did you slap him good.

He let out a small smirk. Oh no, you slapped his smirking cheek. You could see him wince in pain a bit before he stopped his expression abruptly.

“For what? I mean besides the slap. I deserved that. Although, I have no idea how you knew-” his eyes widened, stopping mid-sentence.

“Were you pretending the whole time?” he asked, eyes scrutinising your face.

“Okay hold on! I know it sounds crazy, but I had this dream, and you were in my dream–” you started explaining, ignoring his smirk at those words, “and I saw you lean down to like, kiss me, or something, and then I slapped you in the dream but I slapped you in real life.”

“All I got from that was ‘I dreamed about you kissing me, Aonung, please kiss me now, Aonung, I love you, Aonung’ ” he joked, smiling down at you.

Gosh, those dimples. 

FUCK nononononnnonasonfiwbjberhblvhaqnerovnav

Okay but he was kinda attractive as hell right now.

The hair too.

You weighed your options for a bit, the tension in the air crisp.

“[Name]? Did I say something wro–” he started. 

Ughhhhh, just shut up already.

Before you knew it, you closed your eyes and pulled him in by his neck, pressing his lips onto yours, kissing him.

He sighed into the kiss, before smiling really widely, pulling away.

“So I was right after all–”

“Just shut up before I give you a matching bruise on the other cheek,” you threatened. But a super wide smile was evident on your face, and your hands still clasped together on the back of his neck.

“Yes ma’am,” he smiled, whispering softly, looking into your eyes and then your lips again.

“Thank you for saving my life, ‘Nung.” you say. 

You don’t know why the hell you’re doing this.

 But it just feels right.

 And isn’t that what we’re all looking for in the end?

“No problem. Would do it again,” he smirked, “Know how you can repay me?” 

You rolled your eyes before pulling him in once again.

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Omg screaming crying WOOO it’s over it’s done! I’m so so sorry if it didn’t turn out to be exactly what you asked for, anon. Harder than I thought it would be to complete a fic after a solid 10 months of not writing (and also unfortunate circumstances arising). I made sure it was longer than my usual so that it’s not too bad 😭

I hope you guys enjoyed the fic, I know I definitely enjoyed writing it lol. I tried a different style of narration this time so do let me know what you guys think! Hope it’s not total doodoo to future Lorre when she rereads this back again. 

As always, feedback is much much appreciated and any interaction with my posts helps a lot! In case anyone has more requests please feel free to leave them in the inbox, I will get to them eventually. Thinking of writing for a lot of characters and fandoms but this is getting way too long so I'll cut this short lmao.

see you later!

much love, lorre

[ridiculousimplicity]

Cannot stop thinking about Buck and Eddie having an adorable daughter together.

Buck and his daughter, Iris practicing pirouettes, as she giggles at her papa wobbling a little as he attempts to finish it.

Enter Eddie. He is following Chris into the living room and seats him down before watching the father-daughter duo do their thing.

"See? This isn't so hard!" Buck finishes not so gracefully, his voice hitching when he doesn't land his foot right.

"Miss Layla says to always put that leg behind you. Like a 'cutsy'," Iris does her pirouette again to show her papa how it is done. "See? Now you do it!"

Chris is clapping when Iris finishes and she beams at her brother. Eddie winces when he sees Buck banging his knee at the wall beside them. How on earth did he reach the wall?

"No!" Iris can't help but giggle and pull at her papa's hands to right him. "If you go to the wall, you will hurt. Come here!"

They try again and Buck fails spectacularly, even threatening to tip over as he tries rotating in the spot again.

"Let me show you how it's done," Eddie pipes up.

He finishes a pirouette with such grace that Buck simply stares at him in shock, mouth agape and says, "Seriously? You need to stop being perfect at everything!"

Eddie smirks and bows in mock gratitude. Their daughter laughs and claps her hands before jumping into his arms. "Daddy!" He tickles her sides while blowing kisses into her cheek.

"Mine was better though, right?" Buck sneaks up behind them. When he sees his little girl lean back and smile sheepishly at him, he fakes a gasp.

"I wasn't?" He pouts for extra measure but keeps a finger softly curled at her wrist. "And I practised so hard." Cue the oscar tears.

"it's okay, Papa. You are better at other stuff.. no?" Her voice is soothing as she reaches up and touches his face, her palm resting on his birth mark, her favourite thing about him. Iris called them 'Fairy Kisses'.

When he nods, still with a bit of pout, he looks up.

"And if you are not, we'll find one," she shrugs her tiny shoulders.

This time his jaw actually drops. Was his daughter always this savage?

Eddie answers it for him with a wholehearted laugh and Iris joining him.

Buck grins but can't resist pinching the army veteran's side to which he yelps but continues laughing while hugging their daughter close and even sharing a high five with her.

"At my own home. My own family," he shakes his head dramatically. "Chris, you are my only hope."

"You know I love you, Buck," Chris pipes up and laughs with his father.

"Trust me, babe," Eddie is still chuckling but he snakes an arm around Buck's waist pulling him closer. "You wouldn't have it any other way," he finishes with a wink and a sweet kiss on his cheek.

[abbystromboli]

ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕪𝕛𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 - 𝔻.𝕄 (𝕡𝟙)

AN: so when I was younger I wrote this and posted it. Now I rewrote it bc it SUCKED when I first wrote it.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor reader (year six!)

note: Y/n is Harry's only sister <3

genre: fluff!

Draco Lucius cutsie patootsie malfoy: green

y/n Lillian Potter: orange

others: blue

warnings: this is the first chapter so its really just for the plot, nothing big here! maybe swearing. lmk if theres anything I missed!

Summery: when Ron and Harry and Y/n get bored and decide to prank Malfoy via. polyjuice potion and Malfoy accidentally says something incriminating about his romantic life, things between Him and y/n take a turn away from the norm...

"get your asses out here... I can't believe I let you guys convince me to do this..." you mutter, slumping against a cold tile wall in moaning myrtles bathroom. you'd just finished taking your dosage of polyjuice potion, turned into the pug-faced form of pansy Parkinson, and are starting to question your decision to help your brother Harry and his best friend Ron prank their least favorite sixth year, Draco Malfoy. Personally, you don't have any problem with the guy, other than his constant asshole-ery, his bullying of your brother, and the way he disrespects muggleborns, as long as he stays in his lane, you stay in yours. Nevertheless, Here you were. No going back now.

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸

"pureblood" Ron muttered to the painting of a snake that sat at the entrance to the Slytherin common room, and as it swung open, so did Harrys mouth, about to inquire as to how Ron knew the password, but he was interrupted by Ron,

"I kind of.... well, fucked a Slytherin, just a little bit! it was super low key and.... and.... oh for gods sake harry don't look at me that way... Y/N I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING AND IF YOU TELL HERMIONIE I'LL NEVER TALK TO YOU AGAIN!"

the Slytherin snake hissed down at them, clearly annoyed at their delay at entering. stepping in they were greeted by Daphne Greengrass, who muttered something about Draco throwing some sort of fit and being in his room.

"wow" you murmured, walking into the massive dorm that Draco's father had acquired for him by donating an insane amount of gold to Hogwarts. your thought was cut off thought, by Draco groaning from a sofa in the corner.

"where the fuck where you guys? you seriously aren't even concerned at my condition?!?" although you hadn't ever felt any sympathy towards Draco, something about the idea of him being sick stressed you out.

"what? you didn't get a full eight hours of beauty sleep?" snapped Harry before he could stop himself.

"Goyle. get your idiot self out of here right now, you looked just like Harry Potter when you said that." spat Draco, his insanely pale self burning red in anger. Harry slowly got up, clearly shocked on how he'd just been cheated out of his own prank within the first minute. It caught you off guard, the way he said Harry Potter instead of the usual "Pottah" that you constantly heard Draco yelling at your brother whenever the Gryffindors and Slytherins shared classes. Anyways, you were glad he didn't have any problem with you, he definitely didn't seem like a fun person to have a feud with.

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸

after a long rant about how he thought that only Purebloods should be admitted to Hogwarts, you could barely stifle a gasp, seeing that even though the hour was only half over, Ron's hair was turning ginger again. Nudging him, you whispered your concern into his ear, quickly making him stand up and mutter something to the effect of "I gotta shit."

once Ron had waddled out, Draco turned his attention to you for the first time.

"that prat probably ate something those Weasley twins are selling. Now, I wanted to talk to you about... you know, my condition" your breath hitched, you hoped that it was an ailment that you could help him with, because if not, your cover would be blown.

"oh yeah, anything new?" you ask, praying to Godrick that he'd say something that'd make you know what his sickness was. fortunately, he did say something pretty easy to decipher, although it make you sick to your stomach with guilt that you'd done something wrong.

"I swear to Salazar, if that...that... Potter girl has the audacity to talk to me, look me in the eyes, breath my air, or be in the same room as me one more time, I'm Avada Kadavraing myself."

"Remind me again why she upsets you so much, Draco?" you asked, earning a quizzical glare from Draco.

"Pansy. we've been through this, don't make me repeat myself again. I bet you love seeing me suffer through this, don't you? But you wont be earning more satisfaction from me talking about it anymore. Im not giving you that joy anymore."

Determined to get the information as to why you are so unbearable to him, you decide to dive more into Pansy's personality. Grabbing his arm with a jerk, you raise your voice.

"Draco Mother fucking Malfoy. you tell me right now, or I'll spike your goblet, and no one will ever find your body."

" My god Pans, why do you always resort to threatening me?!?! my father its going to hear about it if you do that ever again, anyways... I guess its just..." your breath hitched with anticipation, even though you dreaded hearing what Draco hated about you, it had taken so much prying to get this answer that you couldn't help but be excited for his answer.

"her hair, her eyes, her voice, her entire demeanor really, the way she stands apart from Potter, (I mean, I didn't know they were siblings until Mcgonagall shouted her name at our sorting) She spends so much time with guys, too much. I doubt that her friendships with Longbottom and the Weasley Twins are actually platonic... at least I don't see how at least one of those whores couldn't love her... I fucking swear, if they try anything with her, Ill pull the same stunt I did with Mcglaggen in fifth year"

Your breath hitched. Damn. Last year Cormac Mclaggen had made, well... unreciprocated advances on you. You'd been so pressured that you'd agreed to go on a date with him to Hogshead, just to shut him up. By some grace, (Which you now knew to be Draco,) he had been struck by so many jinxes from all angles (probably the work of Draco's Slytherin friend group) that he wasn't able to leave the hospital wing for a month.

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸

it had taken a while to get out of his dorm, once he opened up about how much he couldn't stand you, he went on a roll, micromanaging everything from your hair to your bloodline. Finally you left, and with very little time to spare, as the polyjuice potion was already wearing off.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy has a crush on me.... why?" these where the thoughts that you fell asleep to that night, after having a laugh with Harry and Ron about how stupid Malfoy was (in which you conveniently left out the fact that he had accidentally told you that he fancied you.)

the next morning, after breakfast, You and the Golden Trio headed to Herbology, the only class other than potions that you shared with the Slytherins. You had made up your mind that morning while eating your breakfast that you'd make a definite point to make Malfoy's life a living hell today.

"you all will have to take a partner to help re-pot these astounding plants." announced Professor Sprout, and you immediatley take the opportunity to scootch into the seat next to Malfoy, greeted by an expression on his face that was a mix of hate, admiration, and confusion.

"Potter, shouldn't you be over with your Gryffindors?" he started, in an attempt at a sneer but with his voice softer than usual, even though he was attempting to make it come out as a snide remark. His eyes were wondering over to where Hermione, Ron, and Harry were all looking at you confusedly.

"Can't Malfoy, everyone else is taken!" you chirped with a grin, setting your bag on the ground next to you. The whole class was amazing. The pleasure of seeing his pale face burn red whenever he passed you anything, or if you accidentally touched hands. He did, however make many snide remarks, but you were able to fight back via giving him butterflies in every way possible. It was almost good enough punishment for his six years of being an asshole to you.

after an hour, you were finally dismissed. as you stuffed your belongings into your bag, a hand larger than your own rested on your waist, pulling you in so that you could hear a whisper that was so faint it was barely distinguishable.

"Potter, are you aware of how pissed your brother is? We're going to need to do this again, soon," you looked up into his gray eyes, and smiled to yourself at how amused he looked. Sure, he was using pissing harry off as an excuse, but I dont really care, do I?

[nicromancytarot]

MY FAVOURITE MANIFESTATION EXPERIENCE

Hello and welcome to more rants and random facts with Nicromancy, I am your host and today we will be discussing how I manifested my cat!

So let me bring you back to 2022, I had been telling my friends that I entended to get a cat for months - like literally months, and I’m sure they were all losing faith in me with how bloody long it was taking.

I decided to be good for the world and rescue a cutsie little creature from a rescue centre, so I apply for FIVE DIFFERENT CATS.

I get denied for all. Apparently I live too near to a road (DOESNT EVERYONE???)

So I take a break from trying to get a cat, I have my prom, I attend my last day at school, all the normal things of that year. Until early June comes and I search “cats for sale near me” I didn’t wanna go too far brother, I wasn’t going to try and convince my mother to take me to the other side of the country so I could have a fluffy friend to cuddle with.

Alas! I find a guy selling four cats only twenty minutes from me. So I look at the cats, and I see this gorgeous tabby, stunning little thing with blue eyes, fitting perfectly the name that I had previously chosen for her, 🫧Toast🫧. And so she was my token to freedom (didn’t know she was a she at the time, just knew she was the one)

So I send a message and I am allowed to meet the cats the next week.

TWO DAYS BEFORE I MEET THE CATS and I have a dream about the other girl, a cute little tuxedo cat, with the most beautiful splotches of black. I hadn’t thought of this cat prior, she was never on my mind, I even sent her to my friend to see if she was interested since she was looking for a cat.

However I woke up that morning and I knew what I had to do. I had to meet that cat.

So the next day we set off on a trek along the natures birth and meet my new cat, we get lost for the first 20 minutes, knock on a random door, and then finally get to see the cats. And we had all four cats to pick out of since we were the first offers 😈😈

We enter the house and I immediately see my precious tuxedo, however she was picked up and decided to run to the other side of the room to play in the shoes.

Now I am awkward, born and raised that way, I’ll tell ya. So I didn’t grab that cat, no no, I sat with the tabby girl and I chose her after she meowed in my face for picking her up.

Now I was sad, happy I had my sweet baby, but sad at the missed opportunity.

Timeskip to the last two weeks before I pick up my first-born child, I get a message from the man.

Hello, just making sure you’re still available to pick up the cat on the 15th

Of course! I am so excited!!

Wonderful, just wanted to check as the other people who were supposed to come and pick up a cat haven’t responded, so the black and white girl is still available if you’d like her

It was as if the heavens had gifted me with a second chance at life, they had said I made a mistake and let me rewind to my past and fix my dues.

Now I knew I couldn’t convince my mother to pay for both the cats, not with the deposit and price of the first, this was a thing for me, she was not all so excited to have a little couch muncher.

So I asked for the price… AND HE KNOCKED IT DOWN, LADS!!!

So I was able to have them both!

And since that day, we have all been connected at the toes.

I present to you, my Toast and Moony

I hope this serves to you all that no manifestation is too big, if it is meant for you, it will happen! KEEP MANIFESTING SO YOU CAN LIVE THE LIFE YOU DESIRE!!!!!!!

[werecreature-addicted]

Awe. I’m sorry your arachnophobia sucks balls. :(

it's not that big of a deal in day-to-day life but yeah even cutsie "how could anyone be scared of these babies" type spider posts make my skin crawl. when I was like 12 my little brother had an intense bug phase where he wanted to learn all about insects and arachnids and he'd routinely catch spiders and keep them in a terrarium and that was my hell.

[lane-ys-world]

I Stand, You Stand, We All Stand for My Stand In

Second chances are what you make of them. And sometimes what you make of them is the exact same mistake that caused you to need a second chance in the first place. We are, all of us, blessed with a certain amount of self-preservation, usually enough to ensure we don’t accidentally walk head long into a wall, but some people are not quite as blessed as the rest of us and so they do things that would make you question rationality because, you see, common sense isn’t all that common.

Being in love is usually deemed a cornerstone moment in life. A moment where the stars align, and the universe suddenly makes some semblance of sense. But what would happen if you were to fall in love with a part of someone, a feature, and then later realized that the feature you fell for does not belong to the person you thought it did? Well, I’d like to believe that you would be greatly disappointed by that knowledge and the resounding heartache from that revelation, but I don’t think you’d be outright crazed… would you?

Well, that isn’t what Ming thought was prudent. Upon finding out that the back he’d been drooling over for years actually belonged to a man who no longer wanted anything to do with him, he lost his right mind… but I’m getting ahead of myself. This story isn’t entirely about Ming, it’s mostly about Joe.

Joe has the worst case of bad luck this side of Pluto and it seems he’s okay with letting patterns repeat themselves.

Joe is a ray of sunshine. He is the brightest, sunniest, cutsie-est person in the known universe and he’s got the brains of a golden retriever seeing a new tennis ball. Joe is an orphan. Joe is also a stunt double for a well-known celebrity. The celebrity is a little douche canoe, but I’ll get into that a little later. The celebrity has a soon-to-be brother-in-law named Ming. Ming is secretly in love with said celebrity. The celebrity is pretending not to know about this little crush and starts dating Ming’s sister… DRAAAMAAA!

Ming finds out that Joe is the celebrity’s stunt double after accidentally hugging this man in a dressing room because he confused him with his crush. Joe has a raging crush on Ming and is not afraid to show it. Ming and Joe start hanging out, Joe sneezes a lot when they hang out (hahaha, iykyk), and – as expected – Joe develops feelings for Ming and, though Ming feels the same, he refuses to admit it and instead decides it would make more sense to push Joe away.

While all of this is happening, Mr. Celebrity is feeling high and mighty now that he is about to marry into a stupid rich family and decides to start treating the director of the new movie he’s supposed to be in like garbage. So, the director, having had it with that idiot, decides to promote Joe to the lead of the movie and toss the celebrity to the side.

Tong, the celebrity, is not pleased with this development and decides to sabotage Joe via Ming. See, by the time this all goes down Joe has established that Ming is using him as a replacement, a place holder, for his true love – or who he thinks he’s in love with – Tong. Joe makes it clear he wants no part in being Tong’s ‘stand in’ both on and off the big screen. Ming, who clearly has never been taught boundaries in life, does not do well with being rejected and decides it would be best if Joe never debuts on the big screen and, in doing so, helps Tong secure his position in the movie he’d been flip-flopping all over not three minutes earlier.

How does Ming accomplish this? Well, by kidnapping Joe, of course. He keeps Joe locked up during the most important moment of his career and because of this Joe loses his position in the movie, as well as the trust of the industry. He’s blackballed by the time he can even get word out that he’s still alive because everyone thinks he just bailed. Once it is made clear that Joe no longer has a place in the industry in above board roles, he finds a job in a not so legal production where he ends up flying over the edge of a cliff and meeting a swift end…

Except that’s not the end! Joe wakes up a couple of years later in the body of another person named Joe – what are the odds? – and this guy is also in the entertainment industry though in much smaller productions. No, seriously, what are the actual odds!?

Joe 1 now has to navigate the life of Joe 2 with the memories and emotions of his old body but the face and family of this new body. You’d think with this second chance Joe would find himself a nice, quiet office job, get working and keep his head down but instead – right there in the hospital – Joe reconnects with someone from his first life who draws him back into the industry.

Now, because Joe was in a coma for as long as he was, his new/old mom racked up debt and, in order to keep her safe and make the debt go away, he starts agreeing to do things that put him squarely back where he was to begin with… in the celebrity’s shadow and in Ming’s crosshairs. This time around, however, he has the foresight to not let himself fall head-over-heels for someone who he believes is clearly not in love with him and so he is cold and distant, even as he begins playing the role of Ming’s mistress. Ming, on the other hand, fully believes new Joe is old Joe with a new face, and even though that’s true, how could anyone admit to that? How would you even go about explaining that in a rational, believable way?

Now, even though Ming fully believed that the new guy was his old love, he couldn’t prove it, and he also didn’t really want to believe it because that would mean admitting that Joe died, in large part, due to what he and Tong did to his career. Ming wanted to be able to look Joe in the face, his old face – that is, and tell him how sorry he was that he did that to him. He wanted Joe to see the torment that he’d been going through and in that vein, Ming did something he swore up and down that he would never even consider doing. He jumped into the entertainment industry with the hopes that Joe would see his face on the big screen, or the dozen and one billboards he was on and think “Now might be a great time to reconnect with that guy who used and abused me again, just to see if we can start something new from the ashes of my destroyed life,” I suppose. But fate dealt the both of them a different hand and with that came a new set of rules to this game called life.

There was only one person who knew for certain, from jump, that Joe was Joe and that person technically had nothing to do with Joe. I’m going to refer to him as the Mountain Spirit Man because there is truly no other reasonable way to describe this person. He is a shaman, who lives out in the woods or up a mountain, or something.

Either way, he has a foot in both in the world of the living and the world of the dead, so he likely knew about this wandering spirit but I doubt it would have raised any flags for him if Ming had not – "coincidentally" – found him and started hounding him about Joe’s whereabouts because his body had still not been found after he went flying over a ledge from a motorbike stunt he’d been attempting for that shady-as-all-hell company.

Anyway, the Mountain Spirit Man is the one that tells Ming that Joe is here but also not here, which is why Ming started suspecting new Joe of being old Joe, and I can't imagine the name helped either.

Joe, actively, tries to convince everyone in his life that he’s a hapless little stand-in but soon the cracks start forming and his former self starts shining through.

First, with his stunt work, then with this association to Ming – because that was always going to cause a stir – and finally with him visiting the graves of his former parents. That last one is when he gets caught by his friends and has to explain, in full, how in the hell all this happened… like he would even have a clue how to explain his soul jumping into the body of a dude who unalived himself and left his body up for grabs.

At this point, everyone and their mothers – everyone who is important anyway – know that Joe is Joe and are acting accordingly. And by accordingly, I mean Ming is his love-bombing, sugar coating self, Joe’s one friend is still pining after him and the other friend is warning him away from Ming’s family for fear that what happened before would happen again and Tong is spitting with rage at the fact that Ming is no longer worshipping at his alter.

The 'holier than thou' prick that he is, Tong decides to take it out on Joe… for no freaking reason other than that he is the closest person to Ming at the moment.

So, now we’ve circled around to Tong. Tong has always been aware of his effect on Ming but he liked that he could string him along more than anything else. Everything that he said had been met with an enthusiastic “Yes, P’Tong!” from his dutiful fan.

From requests for money to asking Ming to kidnap a stunt double so his career would be preserved, but nothing was lower than when Tong tried to use his unborn child as a bargaining chip with his in-laws after he royally screwed up and had some very bad people coming for his head.

Tong had been making bad deals, with money he didn’t have, for projects that never quite materialized. Because of this, he was in constant need of large amounts of cash. Now that Ming was no longer chasing after him, and his now wife wasn’t given free reign of the greater family finances, he went the loan shark route to getting his borrowed riches and used his career as leverage.

When even that wasn’t panning out the way it should have been, the loan sharks got fed up with playing nice and they told Tong they wanted their money – with interest – or his head on a pike. Tong tried getting Ming on his side, Ming said: “I warned you, you’re on your own!” So, Tong goes to Joe, hoping he can convince Ming to ‘see reason’ and they end up being ambushed by the loan shark’s lackies who end up taking Joe in place of Tong because they just look so damned similar from the back.

Anyway, they go into hostage negotiations and things do not turn out the way they were supposed to and then Joe ends up being shot which lands him back in the ‘in between’. The places between life and death. Here, he is given the option to pass on, to go into the light and hopefully be reborn far, FAR away from all these people and the dangers they represent but Joe hears Ming pleading with him and regardless of anything else going on in life – or death, apparently – Joe would do just about anything to be with Ming. So, he jumps back into his body, and they live happily ever after…

I hated it! I hated this ending!

There are almost no consequences other than the loan sharks being taken to jail.

Tong’s money problems are solved by Ming’s dad – who turned out to only really hate Ming and Joe’s relationship because of how broken Ming was the first time Joe disappeared. Ming’s sister forgives Tong even after that man threw divorce in her face and then used their unborn child as a bargaining chip to try and extort money out of Ming. Joe forgives Tong for constantly treating him like trash and then putting his life in danger AGAIN. Joe had already forgiven Ming by the time he gets kidnapped, so there’s also that. The only thing missing here was glitter and a bright pink bow! How was everything just so perfectly tied off?

Anyway, I suppose that’s what second chances signify, right? The opportunity to be forgiven with the understanding that things will change for the better. And hopefully, they'll stay that way.

[silviakundera]

Joy of Life Episode 12 and 13 liveblogging

This is my first watch, so don't tell me secrets ;)

A lot of sweet romance stuff. These two do have a very warm chemistry together. It already feels like they've known each other awhile. As the viewer you do believe that they like each other very much.

Now that the idiotic forced misunderstanding is over, I can relax my blood feud. Go forth, my children, and be logical!

ML owes his family SO MANY APOLOGIES for the bullshit he put them thru about this idiocy. It bet it's not over, but at least everyone knows who everyone is now

Hmmmm should I be suspicious about this cold medicine?

If FL wants to get out of this mess she's gonna have to work mom a lot better.

hmmmmm on Si Lili's boat, "that monster??" The white garbed swordswomen? Intriguing.

That FL is lucky. You put me in the past and I could plagiarize at least 5 Supernatural novels but I could do NOTHING for tuberculosis.

What trouble is Sil Lili in and how will ML get her out of it?

....guys do u think all this cutsie time at home for assassin bro Teng Zijing is to make it more sad when mom & kid die horribly ?🤔😶

Look I'm not gonna start lying to ya'll, I don't care about that mom & kid's life or death other than intellectual curiosity and plot reasons.

THE BOX IS OPEN. 🤘🤘🤘🤘

It's.... just a dude with bad hair?

A "Level 8 Master", whatever that means. I'm sure it's a very impressive wuxia ranking.

ML's plan is just to return to the country and tbh that's a good plan, I can't argue with facts

Episode 13

Second Prince's cup breaks... Poison, omen, or badly glazed cookware? 🤔

Oh they're traveling down the street where he beat up the Crown Prince's person and now they're reminiscencing about how great meeting each other was. And just a few scenes ago Assassin bro joked about how he'll run away and leave ML in a fight. I am DROWNING IN FORESHADOWING I CAN'T BREATHE

The knives in coat move returns!

Epic wuxia battles. This is where we could really use Uncle Wu

The 2 bros are not gonna abandon each other 😢

The mountain of foreshadowing's prophesy is fulfilled

ML is super upset about his bro and goes wuxia nuclear

"Tell him to wake up." 😭😭 I really thought we had another 10 episodes before he died tragically

No way, kill the Level 8 master. This is dumb, don't leave your enemy alive. Investigate another way.

Ok WAS it the CP.... Or hear me out, was it the Second Prince who set this up to get ML irrevocably on his side?

Second Prince even knows he's my suspect

Si Lili also a suspect tbh. Too bad if so, friendship CANCELLED

(But let's not forget about Princess Royal)

Loser brother and step mom should give him hugs. They're so worried ❤

awwww even the dad is broken up about this

"Tell me about him" -> ok 🍗 girl said exactly the right thing. As much as I hated this ship in the the earlier episodes, the screenwriter is doing a good job with it now. In every scene, you do sense the liking they have for each other

Fan Xian was his family too! I'm gonna cry

LMAO both Crown Prince and Second Prince are exactly the same.

See I told Fan Xian to just kill the Level 8 guy. Now he's being released like we're in fucking Gotham.

Lord Zhu is the actor who just did the emperor on Blossoms in Adversity! (Hello! Sorry you got bug eyes as an acting partner!)

How much do you want to be that whomever plotted this was well aware of the politics angle with Northern Qing?

Ok ok guys guys guys guys I have a solution to this The Killer's Going Free problem! ML needs to ask his poisioner mentor to murderate him - after he's crossed the boundry!

No? You're gonna kill him in public, because the Inspection Board's operations are above the law? O.....kay. I mean I get the angle but tbh I still would have gone with a secret poisoning.

[liquidstar]

I thought himbo meant very oblivious (and I guess dumb, but I've seen it mostly as just lacking certain situational awareness) but deeply caring guy who's also very attractive. I've never really seen it in the context of being slutty, just super hot. Sometimes the sexual nature is brought up but that's just Tumblr being horny on main

Anon I'm very sorry to tell you this but... The word has always been sexual. It means stupid slut. It's existed for a long time, well before Tumblr, and has meant stupid slut (and pretty much ONLY stupid slut. All that stuff about being nice and caring is pretty much just a Tumblr addition to make it less threatening or something)

It's basically been completely babyfied on Tumblr to the point that people forget this, but if you actually have conversations outside of here you'll quickly remember that the quirky "nice dumb guy uwu" connotation is a very online thing. And the word does in fact mean stupid slut, it's just been totally neutered by fandom blorbo posts to be less charged and more cutsie. But the real life connection doesn't actually magically go away once you apply it to real life people either

Also, hell, even if you do take out the sexual connotation to make it more generally approachable IT'S STILL A FUCKING INSULT THAT MEANS STUPID!!!! YOU CAN'T GO AROUND CALLING REAL LIFE PEOPLE STUPID LIKE THEY'RE YOUR FUCKING ANIME BOYS!!!

And you know what, if you wanna use it to talk about your blorbos like that IDC! That's totally fine and not hurting anyone. But sometimes it's important to remember that perhaps people's real life little siblings aren't free game to talk about that way, because that's weird and creepy on so many levels (even with the neutered definition tbh) like, what are we doing here rn?

It's a word that's always meant stupid slut, fandom people watered it down as fandom tends to do, and now there are plenty of people who forget how to act about it in non-fandom ways when it comes to real people. A tale as old as Tumblr....

My little brothers aren't blorbos you can talk about however you want, you can't go around calling them words that are sexually charged or insults just because you decided they actually mean something cute now. Like, imagine if I called your (teenage) family member a sexy idiotic whore and decided "sexy idiotic whore actually means nice person :) that's how me and my friends say it so that's what it means. So I said a nice thing so don't be mad 🤭" like that's weird right? That would be weird. It's kind of the same fucking thing. Stop that forever.

[kentjohnson91]

HEHEHHEEE I’m so glad I’m not the only person who loves Tyler Myers LMAO he gets so much hate but.. he’s just a big dog!! Needs lots of affection!!

-@contestingpoise

i LOVE MYSIE

He’s honestly like just so random

won the calder as a rookie for like no reason

randomly appears to make other players look real small (quinn and garland in particular)

takes a cutsie little picture with his NBA player brother every once in awhile

AND THE WAY HE LITERALLY ALMOST JUMPED SHIP ENTIRELY WHEN HIS SON WAS BORN DEAF AND HE DIDNT WANT TO BAIL ON HIS FAMILY

LIKE YES MYSIE YOU BE AN AMAZING DAD I LOVE YOU

[rapunzelforlorn]

I made my friend watch heartstopper and here are his reactions

Part 2!

(Season 2)

Ep1

They're too cutsie...understandable

Secret rendezvous

Do they ever not lock lips lmao

A proper couple mates when they aren't smooching

Tao's really warming up to Nick

Tao & Elle being cute

Imogen is good friend

And her dog 😍😍

GSCE like SAT?

Why yell quiet when it was already quiet???

Ben trying to talk to Nick, be buddy buddy ick 🤢

Rugby is BACK

Aye, rugby lad warming up to Charlie?

Flirt with Tao!!

Two month anniversary

Why do only high schoolers celebrate monthly anniversaries?

Kissing in the locker room...boy things

Paris trip mentioned

I wish Tori would hang- Mysterious but supportive

Elle flirting making Tao nervous is everything

Issac single and in his lane as always

Imogen the ✨️Ally✨️

Tao the model

Nick genuinely trying to connect with Tao over a hard situation and him getting overly sensitive

I feel like Tao picked the movie for the night

I'm bisexual actually

NOT BEN!!!! NO IMOGEN NOOOOO

These heartstopper moments got me feeling a type of way

Isaac never leaves that book, is it the same book?

And actually he's bisexual

"Hanky-panky"

Why does Tori use a straw at all times?

Charlie wanting to be protective is great 💜

Ep2

Charlie's grades slipping?

Tao also struggling?

Fuck Ben!

The ban seems...unfair

Nick has a brother??

Charlie's room is rather dark

Makes me wonder why I didn't do school work, it actually wasn't that difficult

Poor Imogen 😭

Who's this new girl??

Elle&Tao's "relationship" becoming p a i n f u l

What happened to 🤢 Ben's other "girlfriend"?

"I hate you cause you literally assaulted him"

What's Nick's deal with his brother? And vice versa

Do we like David?

Just do your coursework Charlie!

Why is sharing clothes a form of romance that isn't romanticized enough?

Charlie offering study advice & help to Nick when he's ALSO struggling

Elle's fits on point as always

The representation in this show is unmatched

Tao might be getting jealous

Is Tao a single parent household?

Imogen 🥺

Nick having ✨️anxiety✨️

Charlie gonna get in trouble 👀

Elle & Tao 🥺🥺🥺

Nick made him watch a marvel movie!!! Tao was right about him 🤣

I'll have a cup of tea, so briiish of him

David...oh Nellie doesn't like David either all I need to know

Fuck David

I'm bi actually!!

David is such a dick!!

Charlie's in trouble now 😬😬

Mom's stern but she's just concerned

Nick's abs 👀👀

Nick being brave and reassuring Charlie

Oh Tao's little heart

Just apple?

Tao does only have his mom 🥺

Fight for love Tao💪💜

Ep3

Issac's dream date is amazing 👏

Tao over thinking the date plan

Rugby lads 🥺

"Good Mates"

Smooching in school again

THEY GOT CAUGHT!!!! 🤣🤣🤣

At least the coach seems reasonable

Go coach!!!

Google's "how to ask out friend?"

Charlie you are a liar!

Issac is so cute

Come on Charlie get it done!!

The teacher kicking out the students 😂

Tara & Darcy don't say I love you??

Isaac 👀👀

Feels like Nick is rushing himself to come out

Oh darn boys & girls can't share rooms

Tao 💀💀💀 over the top

They're so awkward

Tori's at the party 🥳

This is such a big unsupervised party, with alcohol and a bonfire, something bad is gonna happen

That's so much popcorn for the two of them

They're being so awkward 😅

Tao you dork

Darcy is really weirded out about the "L" word

Tao's gonna muck this up

This turned into a fucking rager

Nick is visibly uncomfy with Harry

TAO!!! SHUT YOUR MOUTH & BRAIN UP

Tori came to the party to sit by herself...in the dark...I'm sure she's only there for Charlie but still

Nick is having a BAD time

Charlie to the rescue!

Nick's mom is so sweet

Charlie is so good at comforting Nick on his journey to come out

Interesting is only Elle who's been talked about going to any sort of schooling after high school

Wanting to tell the world about your partner is such a relatable feeling, I feel for you Charlie

Ep4

Paris trip already?

Charlie doesn't seem sure about being sure

Aren't they sharing rooms??

Why is Faruk always yelling?

Isaac not as worldly as I thought

Nick & Tao bonding again?

Nick's dad's French??

I like these bonding moments

Darcy has a point, if we're REALLY underwater why can't we see the fish?? Real questions

Feels like a short drive

Darcy playing dumb about the "L" word incident

Ben is such a fucking jealous creep!! 😫

Isaac never leaves his book

Tao & Isaac splitting the beds feels very dickish but unintentionally

Mr. Faruk & Mr. Ajayi 👀

These are very very small rooms

Love a good breakfast bar

Tao is such a dork

"I wanted to share a bed with you" -C

"I'm sure we'll get to do it someday" -N

Nick you beautiful dummy 🥰

They're gonna miss breakfast

I couldn't imagine a trip like this as a high schoolers

Ben is SUCH A DICK!!

Let Imogen be happy and do couple shit

Darcy calling Tara the mischief maker 😂

My dad's French sounds like such a secret

Charlie being jealous of Tara & Darcy is understandable

And then the reverse Tara being jealous

Darcy...how do you go from mint chocolate chip to strawberry of all flavors, that's not a jump I can accept

Charli not eating??

Oh baby is depressed

Museum dates are also underrated, go enjoy some art with someone you like

I don't think your supposed to photograph the artwork Tao

They make such a better couple "being friends"

Tao knows French?

They both admire each other so much

Poor Imogen stuck with that pos Ben, I can already see it running her trip

Yes! Hang with the gang Imogen

Elle asking good questions lol

Imogen is so smart, so smart

Tao is best when goofy

This poor restaurant dealing with this whole school of kids

Ben next to Charlie 😖😖

Tao would order snails

Awkward dinner seating

Got AWFUL quite all the sudden 😳😳

Go Imogen!!

Woooooah, Harry being a voice of reason?!?

I think that's Harry?

Imogen is the coolest

Again Tao & Nick bonding is my absolute favorite thing

Isaac is not getting that bed back lol

That challenge lasted...maybe a day

Oh there's gonna be hickies 😅

I was right 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Ep5

Nick's dad kind of a no show

"Did I do that?" No Nick what do you think 🤣

Why's Tao shirtless??

Issac just cruising through these books

Charlie really isn't eating anything

Is Issac not out?

These pairings for the tower are uncomfy

Annoyed we only saw three pairings

Issac giving Harry the business lmao

Darcy has some real commitment issues or maybe just issues expressing her feelings

Ben is such scum

The eiffel tower song is a vibe ✨️🎵

Nick & Charlie lead the way up that tower lol

Bit of bants between Nick & the rugby lads turned out alright 😏

Harry growing up?

They had the same reaction to Harry 😂

Papa 😅

Tao opening up is so sad

Baby Charlie & Tao 🥺

Charlie & Tao are such good friends

Mona Lisa, rubbish, confirmed

You don't need to understand something to enjoy it, Elle is so wise

Charlie looks like he's gonna be sick

Darcy isn't out to her parents???

Oh he is having a BAD time

Tao & Elle admiring each other 🥰

They smooching!!!!

Mr. Ajayi forcing Mr. Faruk to have fun

Nick addressing Charlie's lack of eating

Charlie is depressed and relatable with the lack of eating

This little shit ignores the bread Mr Faruk gets him and goes straight for the croissant Charlie had in his bag since this morning 😂

Why is being French such a secret??

"You're so cringe!" 😂😂

"Let's promise to tell each other when we have stuff going on?" Yes Charlie let's fucking do that!!!

Couple of runaways

Eps 6-8 coming soon!!

Hes got the right idea

[ask-the-ace-attorney-culprits]

Big Brother! Please deal with this intruder!

[I saw in a cutsy voice]

-assassin anon

Simon Keyes: “oh, there’s an intruder, alright then, I’ll take care of them. Who are they and how do you want me to deal with them?”

[leos-regression-cove]

hi! i am writing a littlepace oneshot!

there are mainly five characters, one little and four cgs. i have three names so far, papa, dada and baba. i cannot for the life of me think of another masc nickname for a cg.

can you give me some ideas?

thank you!

Man this is a tough question...

Are they all masculine? I'm going to assume so but I would say that mama can be used for a masculine caregiver (heck, I use it sometimes for myself).

I'm also going to assume you're not a fan of daddy because of the not-so-savory implications.

If a caregiver is maybe from another country or speaks another language, you can do a quick translate search for what a caregiver name might look like.

If one's like an older brother, you can use "bubba"

You probably don't want to use names, but I think at very worst you might be able to cutsie up a name in a way a baby might, picking the easy-to-say sounds and maybe repeating them. (I remember one fanfiction writer used "Ni-ni" as a nickname for Tony as an example)

Vowels tend to come easy for babies, but here's a list of consonant sounds in order of least to most difficult that I found online: B, M, P, D, T, N, G, K, W, H, F, V, Th, S, Z, L, R

Hopefully this gave you some inspiration and ideas! Let me know how the fic turns out :)

[playttimes]

sollux loves alternative rock and post punk as well as just general clown-y sounding music with a sort of rock 2000s older brother spin to it. i'm thinking like, whitey, shayfer james, will wood, maybe a bit of halleys labs, the garden. aradia on the other hand loves like girly pop techno or breakcore, things that are almost too fast and too harsh to hear at a club but still stick to the specific like cutsie instruments. so like, rory in early 20s, lauren bousfield, femtanyl, vertigoaway, strawberry switchblade. i don't think aradia really likes things with lyrics, only vibes, where as sollux is very very much a lyric person.

[dezmondmyles]

to continue from last night

Antonio Gonzalez Born and raised along the US-Mexican border in Texas. 3 of 4 kids, and the third son. Grew up shadowing his brothers' every move, and getting into heaps for trouble for it. Intense middle child syndrome. In high school, hard the shortest fling ever with one of the popular girls in school (she was using him). Resulted in her getting pregnant, and learned he was the father when baby daughter was left at his doorstep in the middle of the night as the new teen mother was being sent off to her relatives in Mexico. Became a teen parent, and was subsequently (temporarily) kicked out of the house for it. Eventually got let back in but was basically grounded for the rest of his life. Bid his time until graduation, and then took himself and his daughter to his eldest brother's place in San Antonio, where they lived with him for several years until Toni finally got the money to move out. During that time, his parents hounded him to come home and at least give them back the baby, but he refused, and wanted to be anywhere but there. Ends up instead in a cute little town in the Northeast, just as about as far away as he could get from his family. 'Course, now he's on his own for the first time ever with no one to fall back on, and trying his best to be independent while raising his daughter alone.

Vincent Fox Born and raised in that sickeningly sweet, cutsie little tourist town in the northeast. Family goes back a few generations as farmers. Dad runs the farm while Mom handles everything in town. The younger of two sons. Grandpa lived with the family and took care of him the most when he was little. Sadly, Grandpa passed away while Vincent was still young, and he hasn't really been the same since. Inherited his grandfather's mischievous streak, the Fox family "curse". Basically had no friends growing up because he was an insufferable smart ass who couldn't be serious about anything. His only actual friend was a girl who's family came to vacation in town every summer, and they would spend the whole summer causing trouble. It was kind of a relief for his family to eventually send him off to a college that was far enough away that he wouldn't be back so soon. Vincent thrived in college, actually applying himself for once. A brief romance with one of his peers resulted in her falling pregnant, and without even really thinking, he proposed to her on the spot. They got married, and Vincent dropped out to get a regular 9-5 job. He was a very attentive father, absolutely adored their son. He wasn't a bad father, and certainly not a bad husband either. He was just very emotionally unavailable towards his wife beyond a basic, surface level. He was actually pretty blindsided when after 8 years she was ready to move on. It probably hurt her more that he didn't even fight it, just quietly packed up his bags and headed back to his hometown, ready to sign whatever papers needed so he could still get some part-time custody of their son.

It's in the middle of all this moving and shuffling around, when during the summer, their kids end up playing at the park together, and two worlds finally collide....