#like “practise.” yuck

[front-facing-pokemon]

Ferrothorn nose rating: 6/10 disc shaped individual

aha i see you caught me postin. i personally think ferrothorn's is pretty good. no true Nose there but i really like their smile. the disc shape is pretty good if you ask me. frizbee type creature honestly

[zwolfgames]

Platonic Yandere Baldurs Gate 3 x teen reader (Drabble)

(Just a quick idea i might flesh out a bit more in the future. Just take it as a oneshot at the moment. Reader is about 13-14 ish. For Gale's ever dying annoyance you'll be a sorcerer. I like to imagine the reader as a thiefling cuz theyre cool, but whatever you want goes as it isnt described anywhere.)

Warnings: None.

"Why... is there a child here?"

You heard the gith woman speak to mostly no-one as you had encountered her on this burning mess of a mindflayer ship.

You wonder that yourself. Why take you? Just a little teen with no real significance? Surely there's better candidates for the mindflayers to infest...

"I can hear you, you know?" You sigh and walk closer to the unknown woman.

Sure Githyanki people were known to mercilessly slay anything that even resembled an obstacle.. But seeing as you're having the same problem... and she also looks lost... you'd take this one chance.

"Don't speak to me." The woman hisses. Her armor glints in the light of an explosion out of the ships' window.

You shrug and walk past her. Moving trough the choatic halls of this fleshlike vehicle. The scurrying brains on the floor weren't a pleasant sight... but you've seen worse.

All you really had on you were the clothes you were abducted with, your long stick from the woods that you used to practise your magic and a dagger because your mother had advised you to carry one...

But against otherwordly foes... this aresenal looked a bit bleak...

You soon noticed the woman following you silently. Why? You didn't know. Probably because of the aforementioned fact that she also didn't have a clue what to do here.

"So what's your name?" You spoke curiously. Not that scared of the gith anymore now that her shining blade remained sheathed.

"I said to not speak to me, tshk." The gith woman sneered.

"Just curious." You respond with your hands in a surrendering motion.

But you get it, she's cautios. You'd be too if you met some kid on a mindflayer ship. They're not exactly common. It's safe of her to assume you're a ploy.

"My name's Y/N." You just mention for the hell of it. Might aswell die being known.

"... Lae'zel..." Ah... there's the name you wished for.

"Exotic.." You nod in acknowledgement. Probably not the best thing to say at the moment, but for some reason you felt calm. Something in your head was making you think so, atleast.

You and Lae'zel traveled a bit further down the halls of the Nautiloid. Passing by corpses of people with missing brains... yuck. A little chest here.. a little chest there. Your mother would be happy with some extra gold...

"You're a little thief, are you?" Lae'zel spat in distaste.

"Providing for the family, ma'am." You salute jokingly.

Lae'zel looks slightly startled by either your actions or your words. Keeping closer to you as the noises of fighting became louder.

In the end, you and Lae'zel had aquired a new compagnion, a lady named Shadowheart had been freed from one of the mindflayer cocoons. How did you open it, you may ask? Well you just cast Knock. It really took the intrigue off of the buttons next to the pod.. But it made everything easier.

This Shadowheart person was very secretive... immediately throwing hostile statements at Lae'zel, wich the gith returned. You supposed this is what your mother meant by girls infighting?

But all in all, they might despise eachother and glare at you as if you ate their left arm.... they still helped.

Lae'zel had instructed you all to go to the control room, apparently she's felled these ships together with her Githyanki squadrons before. Wich is cool, but you wouldn't say that considering Shadowheart might want you dead if you admit any liking for a gith.

What met you at the control panel was a big fight... well for your standards, that is. You were used to stray magic monsters or stealing goblins...

An infernal general of the hells... well not really on your preffered list of foes....

Luckily you had your two capable compagnions. Shadowheart blasted that guy with continous holy blasts, while Lae'zel just rammed a greatsword trough his fiery armor.

Cool, fighting is... cool. Atleast your spells were used for more then washing the dishes at home now.

After taking over the ship, it just fully crashed, you felt the air whip in your hair and cut into your skin as you fell down along with the debree of the Nautiloid.

Lae'zel and Shadowheart were nowhere in sight... so you tightly closed your eyes, bracing for impact... Wow... you'd be so lucky if you knew feather falling right now... bummer that you didn't.

The impact didn't come. You felt light for just a moment before you just passed out onto a wet patch of sand.

Well... not dead.. yet.

"Hey... wake up.."

Something... or considering their ability to talk, someone nudged your shoulder.

You blinked your tired eyes open. Sclera feeling dry and burned from the amount of ash on the crashed ship.

A drow stood above you. Wich is... very strange, where were you? They don't live on the surface... do they?

"How has a true soul landed themselves here? You look too pathetic for our majesty." The drow woman sneers in disgust. You know... the amount of woman hating on you was getting a bit disturbing.

"A true.. soul?" You spoke hoarsley. Throat parched from all the fire, along with being passed out here for gods know how long..

"Oh you are such an imbecile asswell. It does no good to have a putulent child as a true soul... I ought to end your suffering myself." The woman growled. Wow, just when you were about to say she had the same hairstyle as your mom-

Wow!- a sword next to your head. Yikes!

The drow still glared. Not yet having sliced your head in two due to a sound further down the beach. Sandy footsteps coming closer.

With a scowl she retreated into the wreckage of the nautiloid. Hiding from whoever was walking this way. You sat up with a groan in response. Holding your thumping head.It was no other then Shadowheart that found you. Somewhat looking relieved to see a familiar face, yet that annoyance still persisted.

"You've made it. Good. You're a bit too young to die." The black haired half-elf spoke and pulled you up.

"You almost make it sound like you care.." You cough out some dust after your teasing remark.

"Well we survived together. I'll take it as a sign that we better stick together." Shadowheart sigh and crosses her arms over her plated chest. You wonder how her eyeshadow hasn't melted off.

"You think Lae'zel made it too?" You ask a bit hesitantly, not wanting to get a death glare again.

"Im sure she did, gith are ruthless." Shadowheart scoffs and leads you further from your place on the beach. Moving on to a forest, wich you really didn't mind. You've basically been raised in the woods. Its a wonder that you didn't turn out as a druid.

"Help! A mindflayer, right here! Help me!"

Some pathetic call came from between the wreckage. Well... if you see one then it's too late? No?

Shadowheart seemed to think the same... Wich sucked, because that meant you'd have to be the better person here and see.

With a sigh of reluctance you walked towards the voice. Being carefull of the burning wreckage around you.

You ended up on a dune overseeing the beach, looking down you saw the man thats been screaming for help into the sky as if the gods would come get him.

"Are you blind? There's not even a tentacle in sight!" You yell down at him. You see the white haired elf jump and look up at you and Shadowheart.

"It was right here! I swear, come down and look!" The posh sounding man urges.

"You think were stupid. You're littarly holding a dagger!" You shout back.

"So are you! You irritating child!" The pale elf shouts back. You glare at him and he glares at you.

"So what's your real problem?" You scowl in annoyance.

"... Well fine, I don't know what to do from here, I dont even know how I survived-" The man points at the crash site. "-this."

"Would you like to join our 'we don't know what to do from here and we don't even know how we survived' club?" You grin in amusement. Shadowheart gives you a dissaproving wack on the arm and the man doesn't look happy by your mocking.

Two beats later he sighs. "Fine... untill I find a way back..."

"So what's your name? I'm Y/N and this is... actually I'll let her decide if she wants to tell or not." You nod.

"Shadowheart." The woman growls out in annoyance at your irritating behavior.

"Astarion.." The pale elf nods. Making his way up to you two.

So that made three... or if you found Lae'zel... four.

Before you could even scream for your Githyankee acquaintance, another problem stood in your way.

The very obvious portal with a hand trough it.. yelling 'help! A little help!'.

Well... maybe if it added a please?

"I can sense you there! A little help, please!" Ah.. there was the please.

This hand didn't look cursed... so it should be fine right?

"Let's not? Mhh? Who knows, maybe it's a mindflayer." Astarion advices with some smug purr.

"Well he said please, didn't your mom teach you any manners?" You huff with a roll of your (e/c) eyes. The elf froze at the sentence and Shadowheart just looked annoyed that you were once again helping someone when you didn't have time.

You huff and take the hand. Pulling at it in vain as this portal remains steadfast in holding this person on the other side.

"You can do it, just keep pulling, my friend."

The male voice called out. You set your feet properly into the dirt around you and pull with your while back put into it. As the mans purple sleeve shows due to you pulling him out, you decide to grab that instead, making your way down his arm.

Shadowheart can't seem to look at your struggle anymore and helps tug.

Together the bearded man comes crashing out of the portal.

He stands up and dusts his robes off.

"Hello, I'm Gale of Waterdeep, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance- Why are you a child?" The man stops his speech to once again asses that you are in fact a kid. Well, you prefer teen, as the number ten isn't in the didgits of your age for nothing. But sure yea, let's all keep bullying the kid.

"Well one day I was born, and from there on I began to age-" You start snidely. The man- Gale, stops you from your useless banter.

"I know how aging works... But why are you involved with... this all?" He asks in concern.

"Oh so you're genuinely a minor? I just assumed you were on the short side." Astarion notes randomly. Putting a hand over his heart as a theatric pose.

"I'm here because I also got abducted by mindflayers, there's nothing more to it. Do you want to join us in in walking around aimlessly or do we stick you back trough the portal?" You look up at Gale with a raised brow.

"Right, walking around aimlessly it is..." The bearded man sighs and takes your hand. Whatever his reasons, he seems the most startled by seeing a minor waltz around all this mindflayer stuff.

Your aquired band of misfits manage to locate Lae'zel, who had just broken out of a cage. Not looking too happy too see the growing group.

After a round of names and insults, she informed everyone... well... really just you because somehow everyone else seemed to know it all already, that you've all been infected by mindflayer tadpoles. Yuck, the last thing you wanted was tentacles on your face, what would your mother think!

Gale reassured you that that wouldn't happen and that- just like Lae'zel said- we were going to find a cure..

Or try. Whatever came first. Really.

So you set foot into the forest, hoping to find a hint of civilization to find the nearest healer. Lae'zel had been captured by patrolling thieflings.. so there must be something around here.

And you were all right. You had ended up at the emerald grove. Quickly getting pulled into their problems with the local druids and the refugees... Some Halsin guy was missing, apparently he was very important.. And he was in some goblin camp... full of goblin cultists? You were really glad Gale was writing this down because your attention span didn't make it trough this.

Wandering around the Emerald Grove had landed you an audience with the resident folk hero, the Blade of Frontiers! Wich was actually the coolest thing up ti'll now. Your mother used to tell you stories of what this man did at your age, saving a village from evil cultists, his many good deeds.

The legends true name was Wyll... wich was cool too. The darker skinned human quickly offered your group to take you over, so they could continue their journey without the worry of a teen. You were surpised when Shadowheart protested. Astarion didn't seem glad with the possibility of your absence either.

You were confused, Lae'zel was confused and Wyll himself was probably the most baffled.

He seemed to just assume you must be someones family here and offered to come with if you helped him find a demon he had to slaughter.

Yea ok, seems fair. Anything for the Blade of Frontiers.

Events went faster now, you had a bigger group, they were all quite choatic, not matching eachothers morals or ways.

Astarion was teaching you the art of pickpocketing while you all explored the grove for more information on the lost druid Halsin.

Gale was discouraging you from listening to the elf. Trying to teach you new spells instead, even trough his annoyance of your sorcerer ways. How could you learn magic without a book! What do you mean you just accidently set your treehouse on fire when you were four?!

Wyll seemed to find you quite amusing, seeing you snark back at these intimidating adults (Lae'zel) and observing how a child from a city outside of Baldurs Gate dealt with all the information.

Shadowheart and Lae'zel were still going about their mutual hatred. Why them two?

You don't know.

Goth vs frog, the neverending battle.

No matter, however. As you all found this 'demon' Wyll was after. Turned out its some nice thiefling named Karlach.

The votes on what to do were varying. Wyll didn't want to kill a non hell-being.Lae'zel told him just to get the pact over with, same for Astarion.Gale and Shadowheart were for the cancelation of this execution. Both for very diffrent reasons.

But due to Wyll being as good as you imagined him, he didn't kill the woman. Great, since she's the first one that had a positive reaction to meeting you.

Karlach saw her more carefree years in you... Just some dumb kid fighting things and messing with ploys that didn't concern you.

Thats how it all started... Karlach. The barbarian had begun the urges in your group to not let this kid they got saddled up with to get corrupted.

Everything's so bad already. They can save one thing, no?

Your first night camping with the bunch was quite fun. You helped Gale with cooking, your mother taught you well after all. The wizard was shocked as he hadn't expected a child out of everyone here to be the only one to help.

Fine enough, you made dinner.

And love goes trough the stomach, or so the saying goes. With a hoard of hungry stomachs fed, the appreciation towards 'random kid were stuck with' really picked up.

You wouldn't make it long without them getting attached. Too bad you tought you were going on a fun adventure. This isn't just some fun little thing...

Welcome to your new found family <3

Don't really know what compelled me to write this, I just miss bg3 because I'm on a road trip 😔. But if anyone's interested, I'd surely answers asks about this... thingy? Hope you kinda enjoyed atleast. Adios.

[cinnamonanddean]

Sorry it's Lexana's wedding so we're doing notes again:

I'm being so normal about Clark's lingering look at his bowtie I swear to God.

Lol he just frisbee'd that fucking picture frame out the window.

Ew Lana's makeup is aging her real bad

Why is Lex in the white suit? I'm not a fan of it here. Is this a dream or something?

Yeah I thought so. Now that made him look like a waiter serving high tea. Yuck.

Clark sweetie, don't take out your anger on the poor hay bales. Or poor Chloe, she doesn't need your sass.

What the hell is that big dumb L on the door lol

Jesus, Chloe, why are you dumping all this on Clark?? Why don't you tell Lana how you feel?. Clearly everyone is just gonna be a dick in this one.

Has there ever been a TV wedding that just went smoothly?

How the fuck is Clark STILL getting into the mansion without anyone stopping him?? I mean I guess it's the superspeed but c'mon. Security should at least be turning up like WTF

DEMON BABY

I'm sorry, I do not believe that Lex and Lana share that bedroom. I know they had him putting his watch on and whatever in the last episode, but I don't buy it.

Lol Lionel is so fucking rude.

HAHA I know pegged didn't mean the same thing at the time, but holy shit that's disturbing

Lionel, what the fuck are you up to? So fucking shady.

Yes, smart, have your secret meeting in the crypt of the church where you're getting married. Not sus at all.

Oh shit okay Mr Angry Pants

Wait wait I have something for Lex rn. God I wish the Tumblr gif search was actually good:

This scene with Aunt Nell is weird.

It's not a final dress fitting, it's just getting dressed.

There is no way Chloe's phone would work from inside that cooler.

Oh dang all his secrets just out and about. I would be more careful about using my powers in Lex's house, but sure.

Also convenient that he doesn't super-hear Lana lurking, but sure.

Uh ohhhhhh

"this will destroy Lex" like you give a shit, Lionel. You'd love to destroy Lex.

What happened to Lex's tux?? The suit is boring.

DID HE KEEP THE RING FROM S5 THIS WHOLE TIME THE SWEET BABY 😭

Oh I hate that bow on Lana's dress. At least it's not purple.

Poor Clark, I'm so saaaaad for him. That little quaver in his voice, stop it 😭

"do you sit up at night, practising this stuff?" Lex Luthor, always asking the questions we're all thinking

Lionel is such a piece of garbaaaaaage omg.

OH MY GOD WHY ARE THEY LOOKING AT EACH OTHER LIKE THAT. I know what it's supposed to mean but THAT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. Jesus, have they ever been able to look at each other normally???

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Lukas Nowak NSFW Alphabet

A = After (what they’re like after sex)

Expect nothing of him. Lukas will probably leave you to clean up on his own to go have a smoke of just straight up leave.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Cock and eyes.

On you it is your tits, your thighs and your hair.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Is a shooter, cums the average amount. He loves creaming your pie and watching it leak out, but cum marking is defo a special treat to him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He fantasizes of you taking 'revenge' on him, dominating the shit out of him. He is not sure if he really wants this, or if it is just an interesting concept to turn around in his brain.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He defo knows what he is doing. He has plenty of notches on his belt and he has practised more than his fiar share of kinks.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

FACE DOWN ASS UP.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not really. He is very serious and even a little mean,

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Carpet, which carpet??? He has no body hair to speak of.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ehw, yuck, love. Lukas does not want you to know he's growing attached to you. Let alone that he enjoys some of your affection.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Naturally. If you are not available, he will help himself, quick and dirty.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Choking, Humiliation, spanking, overstim, edging, begging and deep throating.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Car, Bed and any flat surface to lay you while he stands over you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anger, the need to assert him in situations that he cannot control, when you get angry with him, when you wear skimpy clothes, when you show him your tits. You know, the usual.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Scat/Vom, Fisting and DDLG

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Hell yeah! He gets insane gratification from orally dominating you. Be it by fucking your throat until you are gasping fro air or tying you down and eating your pussy until you are sobbing.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and Rough, every single time. There is just no holding him back. Once he is horny, he will fucking wreck you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Y E S. Every opportunity he gets to fuck you, he will take. Especially if it enables him to skip elaborate foreplay. He just want to fuck.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

OBVI! He is defo one for risky kinks. He goes into things head first, regardless of risk.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Young man is fit. He can go go and keep going. For five, six rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nah fam. Tho once he noticed you use toys without him, you bet he is going to torture you with them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

HUGE TEASE. He will never be a nice man, even in bed.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is a grunter/groaner and he is quite loud.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Lukas has a scar on his cock from getting the skin caught in his zipper.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Guy is hung. He got that perfect porn cock and balls to match it. Aesthetically responsible peen!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Super high, he can defo go for multiple rounds a day/night.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he stays, he has a cig, a beer and then lays down to catch some zzzs.

[changingplumbob]

Chopra Household: Chapter 5, Part 2

Cassandra heads to work leaving Rahul to get the twins fed and in bed. Of course it's hard to deal with twins on your own and few things go to plan. Alexander stops by briefly to check in, then Cassandra works with Savannah on her numbers

Back home Rahul and Cassandra share a romantic kiss in the rain. Inside Savannah is sitting on Mercedes bed playing with a toy while Mercedes is in the lounge dancing. Rahul heads in to check on them and Cassandra takes the chance to license her songs for the week. I’m still annoyed she can only do one from each instrument per week. After a bit of guitar practice she heads to work.

Rahul cleans out the old food from the fridge then faces the mess Mercedes made in her high chair. I do wonder how it got so messy, and what cleaner is strong enough to clean it, but it looks like Rahul found a magic one. After checking the fridge Rahul places a grocery order. We have the simple living lot challenge which means we need the exact ingredients we cook with, batters and doughs now included since Home Chef Hustle.

When the groceries arrive Rahul gives his tip like always and goes back inside to find Savannah has made her way to the blocks.

Rahul: You okay there honeybee

Savannah: I prac- I practise?

Rahul: Practice, you got it right

Savannah: I practice stacks

Mercedes comes into the room sniffling away

Rahul: What’s wrong little ladybug

Mercedes: I miss mama

Rahul: Mama will be back right after work

Savannah: Mama work get money for us

Mercedes: I miss mama

Mercedes: *sniffles* I want go see mama

Savannah: No, mama come back for us

Mercedes: But I by rye self

Rahul: Myself Mercedes. My- self

Mercedes: Oh. I by myself papa

Rahul: Yes! But you’re not by yourself

Savannah: I here. Papa here. Baby here

Rahul: Actually the baby is with mama

Savannah: How? Why?

Rahul: Because the baby is growing, and the baby can only grow inside mama

Mercedes: What grow mean

Savannah: Get big?

Rahul: You’re right. If something grows it gets bigger. You two are growing right now

Savannah: I grow first

Mercedes: No I grow thirst

Savannah: No, I grow first

Mercedes: NO. I grow thirst

Rahul: Listen darlings, it’s dinnertime. You’re both growing, that’s what matters

Rahul: Nice fresh veges, eat up Mercedes Rahul leans down and picks up Savannah to carry her to her own high chair. Mercedes takes the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on the food. Once again it goes flying!

Rahul: MERCEDES

Mercedes: *squeaks*

Rahul: What did we talk about today

Mercedes: Food… go fly

Rahul: No. We do NOT waste food. We do NOT make a mess for papa or mama. It’s BAD to make a mess

Mercedes: *sniffles* I big bad mess

Rahul: Look at me Mercedes. YOU are not bad

Mercedes: I… not bad? But food go fly, big bad mess

Rahul: Food flying is bad. Do not do it again Mercedes. Mess is bad. It doesn’t mean you are bad if food goes flying, you’re still learning little ladybug

Savannah: I want to eat papa

Rahul: Good, here you are

Savannah begins to dig right in, she has a good appetite after all.

Rahul: Now Mercedes, what are we going to do with this food

Mercedes: Eat?

Rahul: Yes. And what will we not do

Mercedes: *sighs* fly food

Rahul: That’s right. Now eat up, veges are good for you. They’ll help you grow

Dinner is almost finished when Rahul smells something foul on the air, someone soiled their diaper!

Rahul: I don’t know who needs a change but I have to clean up first

Savannah: NO! I make yuck ew

Mercedes: *giggles*

Savannah: This you fault! You not make food fly, I make potty

Mercedes is not convinced by this accusation. It would probably help if she knew what fault meant. Rahul assures Savannah he’ll just be a minute but she melts down into a full blown tantrum. It’s hard being fussy.

Rahul: Change time Savannah

Savannah: NO

Rahul: but you just complained

Savannah: I made yuck ew, you let Mercedes out first

Rahul: She was closer honeybee

Savannah: NO CHANGE TIME! I mad! You smell my yuck ew

Rahul: SAVANNAH

Savannah: To cold for change time papa

Rahul: Savannah, if we don’t change your diaper you’ll get uncomfortable

Savannah: NO PAPA

Despite her protests Rahul knows that leaving Savannah in a used diaper for the night is not an option. He carries her to the change table and changes her diaper while getting her in her sleepwear. She is highly betrayed by the whole exercise.

Rahul: Okay honeybee, snuggle down

Savannah: I no want papa

Rahul: I know Savannah, but sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to

Savannah: NO. I no want YOU

Rahul: Well I will want you as my daughter forever, you’re stuck with me

Savannah continues to fuss away but Rahul talks to her until she calms down and falls asleep, exhausted from her tantrums.

Rahul: What are you up to little ladybug

Mercedes: I go potty by my- myself

Rahul: You did? I’m so proud of you for trying that

Mercedes snuggles close while Rahul carries her to bed

Rahul: Now can you be quiet snuggling in, Savannah’s only just fallen asleep

Mercedes: I bee good papa, I bee good. Kai it

Rahul: Have good dreams Mercedes, papa and mama love you

Cassandra arrives back from work to find Alexander has come over to visit. She welcomes him in, takes off her raincoat, and shares the news.

Cassandra: Rahul and I are having another one

Alexander: I’m going to be an uncle to three? That’s amazing Cassandra

Cassandra: I wish I could tell mum

Alexander: Yeah, there’s a bunch I wish I could talk to her about. I try to be positive around Milton but..

Cassandra: You just miss her? So do I. So much

Rahul: How was work

Cassandra: Don’t ask. There’s this guy called Hampton Reynolds and he was trying to undermine me all day

Rahul: Is he going to be a problem

Cassandra: Probably, but I’m pregnant, so he’s not a problem for now. How was your afternoon

Rahul: Mercedes decided to make her food fly

Cassandra: Again? Why? It makes such a mess

Alexander: As fun as your calamities are, I better head home

Cassandra: *laughs* See you at the baby shower

Rahul: Oh and Savannah told me she didn’t want me as her papa

Cassandra: Oh big guy, I’m sorry. Do we know why she said that

Rahul: She didn’t make it to the potty in time and had to use her diaper. Then she blamed everyone else for making her have an accident

Cassandra: She blamed Mercedes?

Rahul: Mercedes didn’t understand so wasn’t upset by it. They’re only toddlers. I’m sure they’ll both wish us away at times

Cassandra: I didn't expect them to get so upset about the baby. They’ll have to get over it though because I’m excited

Rahul: Me to my darling, me to

Rahul: How did you sleep

Cassandra: Pretty good

Rahul: And how did the baby sleep

Cassandra: *laughs* I think they did okay, come feel

Rahul: I’m so amazed that you can basically make a whole new person in there

Cassandra: How lucky are we

Rahul: The luckiest. And the twins will have to get over not wanting a baby

Cassandra: Because this one won’t be our last

Rahul: I’m sure they won’t. I do plan on having many kids with you Mrs Chopra. It’s such a shame household sizes are capped at 8

Cassandra: If they weren’t we’d probably become an overpopulation crisis

Rahul: You know, the girls won’t be awake for some time yet. We could just pop back to bed-

Cassandra: Don’t be ridiculous

Rahul: Why-

Cassandra: We’ve got plenty of space right here Mr Chopra

The two of them are still smitten when they head out to the kitchen. Rahul puts the leftovers on the table and Cassandra marvels at some tiny belly kicks.

Cassandra: Maybe this one will be an athlete

Rahul: Just so long as they inherit your good looks

Cassandra: You’re sweet

Mercedes and Savannah toddle into the room and everyone takes time to say good morning before Rahul decides to head out for a run. It’s raining but loving the outdoors, he doesn’t mind.

Cassandra: You okay Savannah

Savannah: I made ew yuck again

Cassandra: In the potty or-

Savannah: No

Cassandra: How about we go change it huh? It’s not nice sitting in ew yuck is it

Savannah: It not. We can change

Cassandra: Good girl. Maybe later we can practice on the potty

Savannah: Can I has flash cards mama

Cassandra: Let’s just get you clean first

Cassandra: What number is this

Savannah: *scoffs* it two mama, it two

Cassandra: Look at that, it is two. Which number comes before and which number comes after

Savannah: One, two, three

Cassandra: How about this one

Savannah: *thinks hard* it… it six mama?

Cassandra: It is! What comes before and after

Savannah: Five, six… help mama

Cassandra: Five, six, seven

Savannah: SEVEN

Previous Part ... Next Part

[lauvra]

For all my concerns over losing some kind of creative edge if I got less crazy -- to word it terribly-- the result in the last eleven days of trialing medication for ADHD has been at worst: a narrowed madness. Or, finding the madness and drive to creativity weren't so entwined: no, of course they are, but, hmm how do I say this? My creative voice isn't as dependent on my suffering with-the-way-I'm-wired as once feared. I've been writing more in the last eleven days, painting more and agonising to nearly no degree over the processes of each practise. Not agonising over, not to be mistaken for not caring. On a sidenote, does anybody else wrestle beyond roughhousing with US/British spelling sometimes? I'm hyper aware that I swing back and forth between them, often opting for the American usage unless I've a sort of preestablished relationship with the British composition of a word, like colour -- such an incredible privilege, why wouldn't I want it to linger half a moment longer on my tongue? Yuck. Sentiment encroaching upon my intellectual ambitions, same as it ever was... Additionally, I wonder whether I opt for realise over realize out of habit born by cultural situation or because the former escapes softly. Should realization always be a sharp experience? I realise I've forgotten to switch a tap off; that the bathtub is overflowing, I realize a frayed cord lay by its edge.

[violatememoreplease]

Witchy review #2: Moon Magic

For my second review I thought I'd maybe go a bit controversial and pick a popular (or at least one that was heavily featured on witchtube) book that I didn't like. If this is your fave, and you don't want to read some asshole tear in to it, you should probably just stop reading here...

Author: Diane Ahlquist Length of the book: 6 h 43 min

Verdict: One of the worst books on magic I've read. Directly harmful in some places.

Would I recommend the book?: I mean... If you really LOVE the moon to the point where you want every single waking moment planned after what planet she's currently in... I guess? But I feel like there are other similar books out there (that doesn't recommend you postpone cancer operations until the moon is in waining...).

Description: I was planning on buying this one, then - thank the Gods - I found it on Storytel and listened to it before I threw away my money on That Woman. I was looking for a book that delwed a little deeper in to the symbolism the moon takes depending on which month it is, maybe a deep dive in to the moonphases etc. That was about 1/10 of the book. The rest was... Well, just sit down and get ready. Maybe hold someones hand, cause this shit gets scary at times…

After she - with as few sentenceses as possible - written two very short chapters about what I actually wanted to read about she had a chapter about the moons effect on nature, humans and animals. In the chapter she mixes in personal anecdotes that makes it clear that I would not want Diane in my life; like the fact that she tried to foist her theory about moonphases on to some poor interiour designer that she'd "discovered made much more inspired designs" during the full moon - as opposed to the rest of her designs that was "plain, and something easily done by oneself". Note: This interior designer was not pagan/ spiritual or anything of the sorts. Diane also bribed someone she was vaguely aquainted with to write a sleep journal for FIVE MONTHS, just to prove that the person slept best during the dark moon).

After this Diane wrote a chapter about the scientific facts about the moon. Let's be clear: In principle, I think this is a great idea, and I love mixing science with magick - one can never have to much knowledge imo! However, this chapter was so uninspiring and boring that I - and I'm really not joking here - lost my faith in magick and became atheist for about 20 minutes. Granted, I was hungry at the time, but how does something like that even happen??! I had (at the point of writing this review in my BoS) been a practising pagan for over 2 years, but her writing style was so boring that I lost my faith... This book is something else. After I'd eaten and contemplated some of John Becketts writings (which will probably be a future review) I realized that I'm still pagan, it's just that this woman is insane. With that in mind, I figured it would probably be good for a hate-listening.

Diane feels that you should plan your entire life after the moons phases (and their corresponding weekdays). Not only when to do spells or rituals - but when you should book a dentist appointment, ask someone out, buy a pet - check your moon calender first! Is it a waining moon on a Wednesday? Better not risk it. She writes - in all seriousness - that she thinks you should consult a professional astrologist before you buy a pet.

She brings up how the moon can "help you loose weight" if you only "start your diet in the right phase of the moon", which is something she writes about in total 10 times, of which she at one time characterises it as "smaller moon, smaller waistline". As someone who's recovered from eating disorder, and since then has been an advocate for Health At Every Size - Yuck! I wanted a book about the moon, I don't remember inviting Diane to talk about weight loss?? At one point in the book she claims that the moonphase, combined with the weekday, would decide the gender of the baby. (Doubtful, but ok...) Later she writes about a lithuanian folktradition about the making of babies and comments “no doubt this was to make the boys stardy and the girls slim and delicate”. And why wouldn't one want a stardy girl or a delicate boy? Way to go in the crusty gendernorms D! On the topic of children btw; Diane thinks that the moonfases are so important that you should teach your children about them, so that they can schedule when to meet friends, study for tests etc according to the phases of the moon.

The worst part in the book is what D recommends when it comes to using the moonphases for medicinal procedures. Gods dammit. Anyways. Of course she writes that if it's a life-threatening emergency one should go through with the necessary operations, but in all other cases one should adapt to - you guessed it - the moonphases. One should never voulontarily get an operation when Mercury is in retrograde - which btw is 3 times a year, 3 weeks at a time... So for over two months every year no-one should get surgery unless it's an emergency... Seems like a healthy belief... Diane also want you to keep track on what zodiac the moon is in; this is because the zodiacs represent different parts of the body; If the moon is in the zodiac for the bodypart that you're operating, that means the operation isn't going to go well - you should probably postpone it. She justifice the claim with "we've known this since Ancient Times", and uses in this argument a new definition of "known" for me; since that theory has been completely disproven since the 1800s (at one time we "knew" that bloodletting was the cure-all for any deasise, but I guess that one isn't centered enough in astrology for her). The part about how medicine should be planned in accordance with the moon is so important for her that she brings it up two times in her book. In the latter one she claims that one should schedule when to remove fucking SKINCANCER AND TUMOURS after the moonphases (in waining, since that is when to get rid of things). I would urge anyone that has cancerous growth tho remove it AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, since delaying it can be FUCKING DEADLY.

Nearing the end of the book D walks us through the chinese zodiacs. All different versions, connected to positive/ negative, what animal and what element every year from 1930 to 2044 has. The does not explain anything about how these circumstances affects anything, she only lists them. Like - as a somewhat made up example (since I don't have the enery to look it up) - "1954: Rooster in wood, positive"... Okayy?? And since her spann is huge, this section goes on forever. I understand that isn't as dangerous as recommending to postpone surgeries, but it's also time that I will never get back, and I'd like you to spare a thought for me who had to listen to all of this.

When you see a book named "Moon Magic" one would think that it would be a pagan/ secular witch who wrote the book, and that it would at least share some of your worldviews, but that's a no from me Sir. It feels more like a wannabe hippie appropriates pagan and native american beliefs, and wrote a book about it for those cashinos babey! Because of course she uses the word "smudging" instead of smoke cleansing, but also take it one step further with the sentence “Did your ex just move out? Give it a smudge!” A smudge of what, Diane? More bullshit? Okay, let's go! The Law of Attraction is definetly real (and not remotely an ablephobic, classist grift to make people complacent): So be sure to always think positive thoughts! Don't ever complain or be negative; That's how you bring on misfortune! And heres the thing (sssschhhhhh, it's a secret!); If you make a "vision board" and write extremely clearly and focus on it every day... It will Magically just pop up one day! But make sure that jus extra super very clear - otherwise you might end up with a yellow car instead of a red one (the horror!) - but you will Absolutely get a Mercedes as long as you focus enough, don't experience negative emotions, and use the power of the moon to get it!

Lastly she writes about setting up an altar for the moon, where you are supposed to put something that represents divinity to you. She gives us some different possibilities here, like: 1. The cross, 2. A picture of Jesus, 3. A statue of Buddha, or even... (her words, not mine) 4. A God or Goddess. Wow, Diane, do you mean that I can view divinity in the same way as those who originally worshipped the moon? Thank you, I feel so honored <3

[ilwiwbysmv]

Teenage dream

Ethan x fem!reader

HIghschool!AU

Summary: Y/N has a crush on her friend Ethan. After Måneskin’s rehearsal she decided to tell him about her feelings.

Word count: 2162

Quarter to three. Physics lesson. Y/N couldn’t care less about what the teacher is talking about. They were learning about space and planets and all that stuff. Of course this topic was very interesting for a few people in Y/N’s class. One of the examples is her best friend, Ethan, who was interested in learning everything a person could possibly learn about the whole universe. He sat straight, amazed at whatever their teacher was talking about, writing down everything he found interesting and wanted to remember, which was basically every word said by the professor.

Finally, the bell rang. The professor gave his students the homework, although he was ignored by most of them already packing and leaving the class and school for the weekend. Y/N walked out of the class and waited patiently for her friend to leave the classroom as well.

“Hey! Wait for me!” Ethan yelled while running up to her “Don’t leave without me!” he wrapped his arms around her, being dramatic for the sake of it.

“I wouldn’t dare Edgar.” she said while sending him a kiss. He pretended to catch it and hide it in his pocket, making her giggle.

“After you.” he said, opening the front door for her. She walked out of the school quickly with a quiet thank you, hiding her face in her loose hair. Ethan was always a gentleman, always so polite. Opened the door for her, walked her home, carried her bags while they were shopping (even though she argued with him every time he offered, he always distracted her and took the bags out of her hand). She wasn’t used to that; not many teenagers (nor adults) acted this way these days, it was a rare sight. It really impressed Y/N and helped her develop a little crush on Ethan. She didn’t confessed her feelings yet; she didn’t even plan on doing so. She was scared of losing such a good friend like Ethan.

“So… ice cream?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. I will never stop blushing around him thought Y/N, feeling how hot her checks were. She hoped her friend won’t notice that, or at least won’t address it.

“Yeah, let’s go. I have been craving mint ice cream since around 10AM, so I hope they have this flavour.” She said, trying to start a conversation. She usually liked the silence whenever she spend time with Ethan, being so comfortable with each other, but right now she hoped to take her mind off of the thoughts of her friend.

“Still can’t believe you like the mint flavoured ice cream. Yuck.”

“And I still can’t believe you like the salted caramel. Weirdo.” After saying that, Y/N stuck her fingers in his ribs, making him laugh, and started running from him, knowing he will get back at her. She ran up to ice cream parlour, ordering the dessert for herself and her friend.

“We’re in luck,” said Y/N when Ethan caught up with her “there is mint flavour AND your salted caramel. Here you go.” he thanked her for the ice cream (after paying her back, even after she argued with him) and they went on a walk through the park.

In the park they sat on a bench to eat their sweets. Y/N was smiling at how her friend was struggling with eating his ice cream, because of his hair getting in the way (“I told you to tie it in a ponytail, or a bun, or at least use bobby pins.”, “Shut up, it’s easier and faster without all of that.”).

,,I’m meeting up with the band today. Wanna come with me?” Ethan joined a band few months ago. Y/N remembered how stressed he was texting Victoria, the bassist. How nervous he was when he went to meet them. But she also remember how happy he was when he called her after the meeting, how excited he was that he made new friends. He introduced her to them pretty quickly, and all of them liked each other. Y/N often came to their practise, all of them liking spending time together.

“Yeah, sure, future rockstar. But don’t forget about me once you get famous.” Y/N knew all four of them were really talented and it wouldn’t be a surprise if they became successful. She started teasing her friend about him getting popular, always made it sound light, but deep down she was rooting for them.

“It’s impossible to forget someone like you. You’re the only one I know who likes mint ice cream.”

“When will you accept the fact that I simply just like this flavour? Do you have some kind of trauma connected with it, wanna talk about it? Your secret is safe with me.”

“Yeah, my trauma started a year ago, when SOMEBODY was eating their ice cream and somehow it ended up all over my hair.” Ethan started tickling her “And this is also a revenge for earlier.”

“HEY! STOP! Hahhaha, oh my god, stop, I apologised for that, hahahha, a million times, I should be forgiven already, STOP!” finally Ethan stopped tickling her and as she was catching her breath, she punched him in the arm.

“Ow, don’t hit me, you’re brutal!”

“Aww, you big baby, want me to kiss it better?”

Ring Ring!

“Oh, it’s Thomas. Hello?”

“Ao Ethan, you coming?”

“Yeah, will be there in about… half an hour”

“Ok, Y/N is coming?”

“Yeah”

“OK, see ya”

Ethan and Y/N started slowly walking towards Thomas’ house. It was Måneskin’s place to hang out, since it had basement, in which they could practise without disturbing anyone. Also, Thomas is an only child, so there isn’t any inconvenience also known as an annoying siblings.

When they got there, everybody was already in the basement, warming up. They greeted everyone and Ethan went to his drums, while Y/N went to sit next to Vic. She was the closest with the bassist (not counting Ethan). They had a lot of things in common, so they never run out of things to talk about. They don’t meet up much (because of different schools, and hobbies etc.), so they only talk face to face during practise. More often then not the boys have to make Victoria stop talking and start playing. Which was the case right now.

“Vic! Are you trying to steal my best friend?” yelled Ethan, pretending to be angry at the bassist.

“Trying? I already did that, now you are the second of Y/N’s best friends.” she said and stuck out her tongue on him, while he proceeded to look like a kicked puppy.

“Oh, don’t be sad, of course some blonde girl can’t replace such an amazing guy like you.” Y/N said to Ethan, whispering the last part to her friend, making him laugh under his nose.

“Alright, now that we got Vic’s attention, let’s practise. Go get your bass.” said Thomas, already having his guitar in hands.

When the band started playing, Y/N couldn’t decide who she should be watching. Her gaze went from Ethan’s drums, to Thomas skilled fingers, to Victoria’s typical stomp to Damiano’s over gesturing hands. She was amazed how these four people could make music right in front of her eyes. And they made a show out of it. Even though their only audience right now was Y/N, they were giving everything to this.

At one time Y/N let her gaze stay a little longer on Ethan. How amazing he looked, you could see he gave everything into their playing. His long hair flying everywhere, his chest going up and down so fast, but you could see a big smile on his face. He belonged here. He was born to perform music. Oh how she hoped they were together, to make him this happy as he is while playing drums.

“Hey! Earth to Y/N! Did you imagine yours and Ethan’s wedding, or were you already having kids?” She snapped out of her thoughts hearing the teasing from Damiano and seeing his hand waving in front of her eyes. Y/N let herself wonder about her friend, she didn’t even notice they stopped playing. She felt her cheeks getting hotter as she realised Damiano caught her starring at Ethan. The other bandmates made fun of Ethan and Y/N being a couple, always teased them to ‘get a room already’, but the thought that one of them actually SAW Y/N daydreaming, she got embarrassed.

“It was probably their honeymoon.” she heard Thomas laughing from across the room and suddenly she felt tears in her eyes. She quickly went out to the bathroom, mumbling a quiet excuse me under her nose. She wasn’t angry, she didn’t feel sad about that, their teasing just caught her by surprise and on top of that she felt as if they knew about her little crush, it just overwhelmed her. Her rational side knew it wasn’t anything bad, but right now she felt as if the rest found her biggest secret.

Y/N washed her face with cold water, praying that her tears won’t escape her eyes, and left the bathroom to get back to the band.

When she walked into the basement, she felt as if they made an intervention for her. All eyes on her, with a serious expressions on their face. She hoped they won’t make her confess her feelings. At least, not in front all of them.

“Guys it’s ok, nothing happened, just had something in my eye.” Y/N explained, waving a hand at her friends, trying to take attention off of herself

“More like somebody.” she heard Thomas whisper, followed by a slap on his arm. She decided to ignore it, not wanting any more attention on that. “So, what you’re playing next? ‘Master of puppets’? ‘Seven nation army’? Ohh, maybe ‘Somebody told me’?”

“You choose something, just not any Katy Perry or Britney Spears, please, I’ve had enough of them on the radio” complained Victoria next to her. The bassist always liked rock’n’roll, but Damiano was always singing some pop music, which got on her nerves. She made it her mission to teach him the real music.

“I’m here for the show, you all choose something you wanna play. You’re so great you could play ‘happy birthday’ and I’ll be amazed.”

“Ok, so happy birthday. And one, two, three, four!” Ethan started playing on his drums the beat of ‘happy birthday’, making the whole group laugh. He wanted to bring a smile on Y/N’s face after her crying. He knew she didn’t really like being teased by anyone, even if it wasn’t serious, she didn’t want to be laughed at.

After that Måneskin started playing some songs they liked, to rehears something ‘for real’. However, after the third song they called it a day, after Thomas had problems with playing one riff and Damiano messing up the lyrics (although they all got used to that by now).

The group spend some time together, but in the evening Thomas’ guests started to get going home. Ethan offered to walk Y/N home, which she gladly agreed to.

“You ok?” asked Ethan on the way back to Y/N’s house. Even though everything went alright after ‘something got in her eye’, he wanted to make sure.

“Yeah, everything alright, why are you asking?” the question got her confused; why would she be unhappy?

“It’s just, during the rehearsal, when Damiano started teasing you; I wanted to make sure you’re alright.” The drummer shrugged his arms, trying not to make her uncomfortable.

“Aww, thank you, but I’m good, he just caught me by surprise, I was lost in my thoughts.” She tried to not make a big deal out of it, but as they got close to her home, she stopped and turned to Ethan. “You know, I was thinking about you. And us. I really like you, I feel like I’ve known you since forever and you’re so amazing to me. I would love for us to be together and I just hope you feel the same way.” Y/N said in one breath. After couple of seconds in silence she started regretting confessing her feelings.

“I like you too, Y/N. You are an incredible person and it would be an honour to be with you.” Ethan answered with a big smile on his face, putting his friend out of the misery happening inside of her.

She smiled at him and, with a little bit of anxiety, she stepped on her toes and pecked him on the lips. He looked a little bit confused, but he smiled at her and she started giggling, now not knowing why she was so nervous about it.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see you.” He answered her, quickly kissed her and walked away, leaving her all smiley. Ethan himself had a smile on his face until the end of the day. Both of them were really happy with how things turned out today. They couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.

@idyllicbutterfly

[acciomalfoy]

Every last Slytherin (Oliver Wood x Reader

REQUEST: hi! can you write an oliver wood x female slytherin pureblood quidditch captain? the prompts I choose are: 42. “Wait, are you flirting with me?” 75. “so what if I’m jealous?” 82. “he likes you, a lot.” if they don’t work out logistically, that’s fine! just anything oliver wood PLEASE there is nothing out there

a/n: i slightly edited the prompt :) decided to post my ol fic two days earlier than planned, don’t expect any more effort from me for at least 4-6 years hehe

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“You’re being dramatic.” Penelope said, and I huffed. I definitely wasn’t being dramatic.

“I heard him tell Percy that he hated every Slytherin. Every last one of us!” I looked across the room sadly. I’m not quite sure why I was surprised that Oliver didn’t like me back, but I did know that it hurt.

“Obviously that doesn’t include you, you idiot. You talk every single day, how could he hate you?” While I stared at Oliver, Penny was busy staring at Percy. Yuck. 

“He’s pretending to be my friend so he can steal Slytherin’s quidditch tactics. Godric, I’ve been stupid.” I quickly averted my eyes when it appeared Oliver was looking my way, and Penny rolled hers.

“Oliver is not trying to steal quidditch plays from you, Y/n. You’re ridiculous.” She took a helping of the mash, and I stabbed my steak with my knife.

“I can ask Percy what he meant by that.” She eventually said, and I shook my head desperately.

“No! Then they’ll know that I was listening! I’m just going to have to distance myself and focus on quidditch.” I decided, and Penny patted my hand. 

“You’d better go back to your table. Snape’s been glaring at you all night.” She said, and I looked up to see the angry gaze of Snape upon me.

“Great. Another reason to deduct house points. Catch you later, Penny.” I left my plate at the Ravenclaw table and left the Great Hall. We had quidditch practise in ten minutes, and I may as well get changed. I ran into Flint as I was walking out, and he fell into pace beside me.

“Ready for practise, L/n?” He asked, and I elbowed him.

“Only if you don’t make us cry this time.” Last time a beater and a chaser had ended up in tears from Flint’s vigorous training, and it had been messy indeed.

“They’re wimps, and we’re not going to win if they cry instead of training.” Flint said, and I shook my head. Flint could be a decent captain when he wanted to be, but right now was not one of those times.

“Maybe if you focussed on training skills instead of endurance they wouldn’t cry. Malfoy and Potter catch the snitch every game so none of them even have to be fit to play.” On the rare occasion Potter didn’t catch it, Malfoy definitely did. If they weren’t ogling at each other the whole time they’d be able to catch the snitch twice over.

“I’m talking about them, not you. You’re perfectly fit.” He said, and I blinked.

“Hold on a hot minute. Are you flirting with me?” I asked, and Flint snorted.

“In your wildest dreams, L/n! Aren’t you dating Wood, anyway?” We arrived at the pitch, and stood outside our separate change rooms. I shook my head.

“He said that he hates all Slytherins, so that would be a no.” I headed in, and the only other female quidditch player greeted me. 

“Hey, L/n.” Maia said, and I nodded to her before getting changed. Privacy didn’t exist in quidditch, especially not when half of the Slytherin team had participated in a group skinny dipping event.

“Place your bets now, who will Flint yell at first?” I asked as I pulled my top down, and she snorted.

“My bets on McGinley. Tosser can’t hit the bludger to save his life.” Naturally it wasn’t true, but lately McGinley had been too busy looking at Flint’s arse to see the bludger in the first place.

“Fair enough. Two galleons it’s himself.” When Flint worked himself up, he quite often shed a tear. Maia paused.

“You’re on.” She extended a hand that I shook with a sly grin, and we headed out of the change rooms. The boys were already in the centre of the pitch, and before we could begin walking there Flint was shouting.

“Hurry up, you two! Laziest sods on this team, Merlin!” He shrilled, and we shared a look before jogging over. 

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, my dear Flint.” I said, and he rolled his eyes.

“Today we’re doing a new exercise, and it has to be done perfectly or we won’t win against Gryffindor.” Flint said, and McGinley elbowed me.

“Hear that, L/n? Don’t go telling your lover boy about our new plays.” He said, and it was my turn to roll my eyes.

“Wipe the drool off your chin, McGinley. Flint’s your captain, not your eye candy.” McGinley shut up promptly, and I sniggered. 

“If you two don’t stop talking in the next five seconds we’re giving you veritiserum.” Flint threatened, and I made a face.

“Don’t worry, L/n. All that we’ll hear from you is your undying love for a certain Gryffindor.” He laughed, and then signalled for us to mount our brooms before pausing.

“Speaking of a certain Gryffindor...” Flint pointed at Oliver who was sitting in the stands, staring at our team.

“He loves you, he loves you.” Maia sang, and I glared at her.

“He hates all Slytherin’s, including me.” I said, and Airey, another chaser, shook his head.

“He likes you, a lot. I overheard him tell Weasley that you’re the prettiest witch he had ever seen. Obviously I disagree but-“ I elbowed him before he could continue, and he screamed before laughing.

“Go see what lover boy wants.” Flint ordered, and I saluted.

“Roger that, captain.” I hopped on my broom much to Flint’s outrage and flew to where Oliver was sitting in the stands.

“Hey Y/n.” He smiled at me, and I raised my eyebrows.

“Don’t hey Y/n me. What are you doing spying on our quidditch practise?” If I had the balance, I would have sat my hands on my hips. I didn’t, however, so I just narrowed my eyes.

“I-I’m not. Swear it.” Oliver said, and I shook my head.

“What were you doing then, Ol?” He paused, as if contemplating whether or not he was going to tell me.

“You were getting a bit close to Airey, out there.” He muttered, and he shifted in his seat. I frowned.

“Airey and Maia have been dancing around each other for years. You’re acting jealous.” I said bluntly, even though I knew Oliver definitely wasn’t jealous.

“So what if I’m jealous? The only good thing about being a Slytherin would be getting to sit with you everyday.” He continued to ignore my question, and I sighed.

“Watch yourself, Oliver. I might not be a blood supremist but that doesn’t mean I hate my house. All the best witches and wizards have come from Slytherin. Now come on, why are you sitting here?” I asked, and he let out a lengthy breath.

“Well, to be perfectly honest, I came here to see you. The quidditch uniform is, uh, fairly tight, and during games I can’t look at you without getting distracted. Now, however, is a different story.” He eventually said, and I stared at him.

“Because you’re gorgeous, that’s why I can’t look at you.” He clarified, and I continued to stare. 

“Wait a damn minute. Are you flirting with me?” I asked, and he paused before nodding.

“You told Weasley that you hate all Slytherins.” I said, and he laughed.

“Percy knows that I’ve been in love with you since second year when you punched Flint for making fun of the Weasley’s.” He smiled, and I found myself smiling back. 

“Just to be clear, you hate all Slytherin’s except me, right?” I asked, and he nodded. It took a total of 0.3 seconds for me to jump off my broom and leap into Oliver’s arms, and the only thing I could hear was the screams of my quidditch team.

[flyboytracy]

The First Crayon

#Earth&Sky2021, day seven! Happy birthday to Scott Tracy too, king of the skies with his ocean blue eyes ☀️

Have a lil thing I wrote about the very first crayon.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“You’re gonna take real good care of this boy, aren’t you, Scott?” says dad as he holds Scott in one arm and cradles his new baby brother in the other. Scott’s captivated by a tiny little hand that’s escaped from the blankets and reaches out to hold it. Fingers wrap around his thumb and hold him as tight as dad’s holding them and Scott’s never ever gonna let him go.

“Yessir!” he promises as eagerly as he practises his Rescue Scout Oath out on the dusty front porch with dad when momma needs some peace and quiet to nap, “M’gonna look after Virg forever.”

“Good boy.” dad presses a smooch to the top of Scott’s head and then Virgil’s, all dry and wrinkled with a smattering of dark hair like dad’s. Scott’s got dark hair too and loves to comb it back like dad does ‘fore he goes to work in the sky. He has to work a lot which leaves Scott to take good care of momma and Virg.

Virgil’s too little to do much at first but Scott doesn’t mind ‘cause momma promised he’d get bigger and learn to play if Scott takes good care of him, so he does. He keeps his little brother company during bathtimes and his many, many naptimes ‘til one afternoon he gets bored of being quiet and goes exploring the cosmos like an astronaut.

Virg must find naptime boring too ‘cause he crawls over to Scott and they go on a manned mission to Mars. If Scott was bigger they could play at Takeoff like when dad launches him into the pool but he’s gotta be as big as dad before he’s allowed to play Takeoff with Virg so they practise their survival skills instead. Dad says he should always be ready for anything and Scott’s gonna teach his little brother that too. So he tries to show Virg how to tie a knot using the shoelaces of dad’s boots but all his brother does is stick a shoelace in his mouth.

“Yuck, Virgie!” Scott splutters and Virgil copies him with a giggle that brings momma out into the hallway to see what her boys are up to.

“Status report, Lieutenant Tracy?” she asks him, putting her pretty red hair up in a ponytail before she scoops Virgil up from the floor. Scott follows eagerly ‘cause it’s getting close to snack time and he and Virg share their snacks now he’s bigger.

“It’s F. A. B., momma.” he updates her on their mission to explore Mars and their small hiccup when Virg was more interested in a crayon he found under the sofa than being a Rover, “Virg drew a blob monster alien.”

“That’s great, baby.” momma ruffles his hair and then pauses, “Wait, what did he draw on?”

[toyboy-molloy]

reddie + accidental fake dating part two | part one |

“Wait...” Eddie pulled away from Richie’s mouth, breathing heavily like he was about to have an asthma attack. Thankfully, he was being held upright by both Richie and the pool water they were both resting in. He lowered his head to Richie’s shoulder, trying to catch his breath, “I just- I need...a moment.”

“Thank you,” he didn’t need to look up to see the smug smile on Richie’s face. Eddie just about had the energy to laugh.

“I’m- it’s a lot...you know...the injury...”

“Don’t ruin it,” Richie said playfully, running a wet hand up and down Eddie’s back soothingly. The shorter man chuckled softly, winding his hands around Richie’s waist to keep himself grounded. Richie was glad it was a hot day, at least he could say that was the reason for his flushed face.

“Do we really...need to practice this? I mean, it’s your parents...they won’t wanna see that.”

Practising. A dumb idea, really, but Richie was nothing if not a fucking idiot. Then again, Eddie had agreed for some reason and before he knew they were making out. It was fantastic. It felt right, it felt real. Only it wasn’t. He glanced down at Eddie, noticing his breathing was calming down again.

“We can stop, I guess.”

“I just mean...we need to be used to each other,” Eddie lifted his head, running his wet hands up and down Richie’s arms. Being held by Richie was fast becoming one of his favourite things, “like...casual intimacy. Holding hands, pet names, cuddling, shit like that. And Eddie Spaghetti doesn’t count,” he added quickly as Richie opened his mouth.

“Fine,” Richie gently disentangled himself from Eddie, leaning against the side of the pool, “race you to the other side for a massage?”

“I can’t move that fast!” Eddie spluttered, looking between Richie and the other side of the pool; it suddenly looked much further away than before. He turned back to Richie, frowning, “and I won’t be able to apply any pressure on top of you,” unable to resist, Richie smirked and Eddie rolled his eyes, folding his arms childishly, “shut up.”

"Alright, alright,” Richie held up both hands in surrender, still smiling, “I’ll walk you to the other side and give you a massage.”

“That doesn’t seem fair.”

"You can make it up to me somehow.”

Sighing, Eddie agreed and, without warning, Richie carefully scooped him up bridal style in his arms and began walking the two of them around the pool. Eddie shook his head fondly, not even bothering to call Richie an idiot.

-

“Eddie,” Maggie wrapped her arms around him, managing to pour all of her motherly love into the hug despite the fact she was trying her best to avoid his wound. She pulled away a moment later, taking his face in her hands, “you’re looking much better. I knew all this sun would be good for you.”

“I feel better,” Eddie said honestly, beaming as Maggie let him go, moving aside so he could shake hands with Went. They looked almost alike, both of them leaning on walking sticks, “it’s good to see you again.”

Richie, who had been busy carrying his parents suitcases into the spare bedroom, reappeared, slinging an arm around Eddie, “so I guess you’re dying to hear about the whole boyfriend thing so you can put him off.”

“Rich, Eddie’s known you since you were stuffing socks in your underwear,” Went said pointedly, patting his son’s shoulder as he passed him on his way to the house, “if that didn’t make him leave, nothing will.”

“I knew that’s what you were doing,” Eddie looked as though he’d won the lottery, smiling as a prominent blush spread across Richie’s face. He elbowed him playfully, “are they still there now, huh?”

"If you’re lucky, you’ll find out.”

Eddie bowed his head to hide his blush as Richie led them towards the house; he was sure Richie was joking but the thought alone was enough to get him hot under the collar. Maggie and Went had already made themselves comfortable by the time they’d returned to the lounge. Whilst Richie fixed his parents’ drinks, Eddie was left alone with them. He smiled awkwardly, settling into Richie’s chair. The two of them were smiling at him in return, so warmly Eddie really felt like a part of their family.

“You know, we starting to give up on our Rich,” Went began, taking one of Maggie’s hands in his. He accepted the beer from his son when he returned, nodding at Eddie, “you’ve got a keeper here, son.”

“Dad, I am literally the luckiest guy in the world,” Richie set his mom’s coffee on the table in front of her, winking sweetly at Eddie as he did. The other man stared at him, trying to figure him out; either Richie was a good actor and needed to get into TV immediately or he genuinely felt that way. It was most likely the first thing and Eddie was getting his hopes up for nothing. But he didn’t object to Richie kissing his hand gently, perching on the arm of his chair, “not only is Eddie, like, the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, he’s been here for the best and worst times. I’ve never been this happy.”

Maggie chuckled, shaking her head, “who knew you were such a romantic.”

“You give me too much credit, babe,” Eddie tried the pet name, deciding he didn’t completely hate it. Judging by the look that briefly crossed Richie’s face, he didn’t either. He squeezed his arm, “I wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for you.”

“Oh, jeez,” Went grimaced playfully, swigging his beer dramatically, “I swear, I’m gonna sleep in the backyard if you’re gonna be yucking it up the whole weekend.”

"I thought that’s why you’re here,” Richie folded his arms, raising an eyebrow at his nosy parents, “to bear witness to the greatest love story ever told.”

“Yes, yes, you can tell me all about it as we get dinner ready,” Maggie practically shooed him into the kitchen, turning to her husband as she followed after her son, “your dad wants to talk to Eddie about his damned car, anyway.”

Went’s eyes lit up almost immediately, “oh, yeah. Richie tells me you’re good with cars.”

“Um, I guess.”

-

As family dinners went, this one went rather pleasantly, considering the guests were being lied to about the state of their son’s relationship. A relationship Richie was beginning to wonder why it was fake. He and Eddie clearly cared about each other. He’d spent literal hours talking about dumb cars with his dad whilst Richie had gushed endlessly about Eddie to his mom. She’d just laughed at him, calling him silly.

Throughout the dinner, Richie had found himself gazing over at Eddie, watching him. He’d caught him once or twice and, each time, he’d smiled warmly. He helped Richie wash up, assisted Maggie with dessert and shared a beer with Went. Richie soon realised he was head over heels in love with him. And so were his parents. More than once they’d commented how cute they were together.

The four of them settled down to watch a movie after dinner which involved Eddie more or less in Richie’s lap, resting his head casually on Richie’s shoulder. He seemed perfectly content whilst Richie was freaking out on the inside. He wondered if it was too much to stroke Eddie’s hair; he soon thought, fuck it, if Eddie said anything, he’d blame it on his parents being there. But he didn’t say a word. In fact, Eddie seemed to enjoy the feeling of Richie’s fingers combing through his hair, if the soft sighs he was letting out were anything to go by.

But all of that was nothing compared to bed time.

Richie had completely forgotten about the bedroom situation, or rather hadn’t considered it. His parents had his room. That meant he had to share with Eddie, like they expected. He seemed much calmer about the situation than he was. They bade Maggie and Went goodnight and headed to ‘their’ room. Richie paced the room nervously as Eddie used the en suite bathroom, brushing his teeth and changing into his pyjamas. Should he get some blankets and sleep on the floor? Or offer to sleep on the couch? What the fuck was he doing?

Just as Richie debated running out of the room for the safety of his recliner chair, Eddie emerged from the bathroom wearing his blue silk pyjamas. They were comfortable and didn’t agitate his wound like some harsher fabrics. He looked so adorable Richie couldn’t help but stare at him. He must have been staring for a long time because Eddie was eyeing him curiously.

“Um, do you need to-”

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” he blurted out, already heading for the door. He tripped over his own feet in his haste, stumbling over his words in his panic, “it’s not- I get it, I know you need space- Mom and Dad won’t-”

“Richie,” Eddie giggled, holding out his hand in invitation, “it’s okay. Really. I really want you to stay.”

Richie still hesitated, eyeing the empty spot next to Eddie. There was plenty of room but he would never forgive himself if he hurt Eddie, even accidentally. He was quite the octopus when he slept.

“I know we didn’t talk about sharing the bed-”

“Richie, shut up and get in bed.”

Well, that did it. Eddie always knew how to shut him up and stop him overthinking everything. He shuffled over to the other side of the bed and slowly peeled back the covers, sliding into the bed. Eddie switched off the lamp and Richie stayed as still as could, as far away from Eddie as he could manage. After a moment, he heard Eddie sigh.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh, I’m trying to sleep,” he answered innocently. He was in the most uncomfortable position ever but he lived in hope. Eddie was having none of it. He carefully rolled over to face him, an eyebrow raised.

“You know what I love about you, Rich?” He finally looked at Eddie, at his big kind eyes and his lovely smile. He’d do anything for him. Eddie reached out to pat Richie’s arm, “you’ve never treated me like I’m fragile. Not when we were kids and certainly not when we reunited in Derry. Don’t start now, yeah.”

Eventually, Richie sighed and removed his glasses. He shuffled further into the bed and underneath the covers. Satisfied, Eddie turned away from him and waited hopefully. Finally, he felt Richie slide up next to him, his arms carefully winding around him protectively. That’s more like it, he thought.

“Alright, asshole, you win,” Eddie chuckled and was about ready to go to sleep when Richie spoke again, his breath fanning across Eddie’s neck, “I liked being your boyfriend today.”

"We’re still pretending this is fake, are we?”

“You’d deprive me of asking you out properly?” Richie teased, kissing the back of Eddie’s neck tenderly, “I knew you were a bitch but, damn, that’s cruel.”

“I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

Richie grinned, promising to hold Eddie to his word. The two fell asleep together, arms entwined and peaceful smiles on their faces.

[cilldaracailin]

We Are The Champions

Hello my Tumblr Lovely’s,

Happy Friday and Weekend! I finally got my text today to tell me I could go for my first vaccine next week (Even though those younger than me have been able to get theirs since Monday and I have actually been physically in work since June when we re-opened) but anyway. That was great news.

Maybe some not so great news is that this is the last part to this story. I am working on the next one but who knows when it will appear so please enjoy this last cute little piece of fluff! Thank you so much for all the read, love and comments on it. I don’t expect them and appreciate them all. I just love writing about these two and am so glad to share their story for those who wish to read it.

Suze xx

14

“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”

Robyn wasn’t too sure if Taron was fully unwound as she finally let him go but he gave her a beautiful smile which she returned. She reached up to lightly pinch his cheek, another smile filling his face. “I understand how much you want to control it Taron. You know how much I hate it when I am not in control but please, please trust in your team and that ninety-nine point nine nine nine nine percent of your fans are wonderful lovely people who just want to support you.”

It was so easy to smile when she was teasing and playful with him. “Thank you Robyn.” He sighed. “Always so good with your words.”

Robyn grinned. “Might have a knack for it. Now I know you probably don’t feel like eating, just like me, but let’s make an effort to put something on our plates.”

With a nod of agreement, they turned back to the counter, Taron handing Robyn her plate. They chose a few items from Eve’s selection, more so for show than anything else and as they walked back to the table, Taron couldn’t look his mother or step-father in the eye. He always had an unusual intimacy and affection with Robyn but normally in private and for such an open show of affection for such a long time in front of his family, he felt a little embarrassed, although he knew his mother would be thrilled and more than likely tease him about it later. He slunk into his seat, placing his mostly empty plate in front of him, Robyn slipping into the chair beside him, her plate filled even less.

“Something wrong with my cooking?” Eve asked with amusement.

“No not at all. Just lost my appetite.” Taron answering picking up his glass of water to have a drink.

“Well maybe if you and Robyn weren’t secretly kissing you would feel hungry.” Mari said casually, eating a piece of her cheesecake. “Mouths are for food, not kissing.”

There was the slightest hesitation from all at the table than Robyn’s deep laughter broke through the silence, the others quickly following including Taron’s though he was absolutely mortified at his what his sister said.

“Really not a fan of kissing, are you Mari.” Smiled Robyn to Taron’s youngest sibling.

“Just yuck!”

“Well Mari when you are older, I will come and ask you if you still think it is yuck.” Robyn leaned into Taron and lifted her left hand to cup the right side of his face, guiding him closer to her and gently kissed his cheek, seeing his whole face light up with a sweet smile. “A kiss is a beautiful and loving moment shared between two people.” She explained to the eight-year-old as she moved away from Taron and back into her seat.

Mari stuck her tongue out at Robyn, the Irish woman trying not to laugh at the come back from the child while Tina scolded her daughter. “Mari!” She said shocked at the gesture she gave to Robyn. “That wasn’t very nice.”

Robyn chuckled. “It’s ok Tina. I am sure it is a way of thinking that Guy wants her to follow through with for most of her teenage life, her affliction to kissing.” Robyn looked to Guy who was nodding his head.

“Mari, Mam kisses us all the time.” Taron told her.

“But Taron she is our mam. That is ok.”

“She kisses dad too.”

“They are married.” Mari answered firmly.

Robyn looked at Taron with a grin. “Right that’s it. Guess we know what we have to do!” She winked at Taron, praying he quickly caught on to what she wanted to do, seeing another cute little smile fill his face.

Out of their seats they walked around to the young girl and standing either side of her, they each kissed her cheek, Mari giggling as Taron placed lots of sloppy kisses over her face.

“Stop it Taron!”

Robyn chuckled, so glad to see a genuine smile on his face and moved to stand behind Rosie, leaning in to give her a little kiss too, Taron’s other sister smiling. “I am wearing my bracelet, see!” Rosie held her arm up to Robyn, the green bracelet with the shamrock on it tied neatly around her wrist. “Just like you.” Rosie reached to touch the silver bracelet on Robyn’s arm. “So pretty. Mine doesn’t sparkle like yours though.”

Robyn crouched down a little to be able to look at Rosie in her eyes. “Not everything needs a sparkle. Yours is a good luck charm and a little piece of Ireland for you to have with you at all times.”

“I am never going to take it off. Just like you.”

Robyn grinned. “I take it off sometimes. Like at the beach. I don’t want to lose it. It is very special to me.”

“’Cos Taron gave it to you?”

“Yes and because of what all of the little symbols mean.” Robyn unclasped the bracelet and let Rosie hold it. “It’s extra special because each stone and the heart and dolphin mean something to me and Taron.”

“You weren’t really kissing him, were you?” Rosie asked handing the bracelet back.

Robyn shook her head. “Not even one. Taron was a little bit sad and needed an extra squishy hug.”

“It looked like a brilliant one.”

“It was.”

“What are you two whispering about?” Asked Taron and he came to stand behind Rosie’s chair.

“Nothing.” Robyn answered him, giving Rosie a wink.

“Hmm….” Taron mused as he bent down to give her head a kiss.

Once seated again, Taron found he didn’t feel as nervous and congested with the worry of the media. It was only because he loved Robyn so much, he felt such a need to protect her but knew in his heart he was going to have to let go a little to the fear he held. As she told him, he needed to trust in his team and also his fans and as usual she was right. Only a few were bad eggs and it wasn’t fair for him to tarnish the good ones by what shitty things a few did.

“Taron?”

He looked up, locking eye contact with his mam and he could read the concern on her face for him. Reaching over the table, he took her hand. “So these stories, how many of them involved me when I was naked as a baby?”

The atmosphere lightened after that, easy conversation flowing around the table, though not much food was eaten by Robyn or Taron but the family enjoyed each other’s company, talking about their weekend, Mari’s birthday as well as Robyn’s job, the girls very interested in how she worked with little children.

“Robyn you never got to show me how to play the whistle you got me.” Mari said as Eve poured some tea out for everyone except her nieces and Robyn. “We don’t have the time now. You and Taron go tomorrow.”

“Oh Mari, I will be back I am sure and we can do it together.”

“That could be ages away.”

“Well it gives you lots of time to practise and then when I do come again, you can show me what you have learnt.” Robyn glanced to Tina. “But maybe don’t practise too hard or if you want too, do it outside.”

Happy with her answer, Mari sat back in her chair but as Robyn’s eyes looked to her sister, Rosie’s previous smile had faded. Robyn gently nudged Taron with her knee.

“What’s up Rosie?” He asked her gently.

“You are going tomorrow. I will miss you.”

Taron knew his short visits were hard on his family and although his sisters were old enough now to understand why he had to go, what he worked at, but he didn’t make it any easier to leave his favourite people in the world. He gave her a little nod and she hopped off her chair and walked around the table, climbing up onto Taron’s lap, cuddling into him.

“I will miss you too fy anwyly.” Taron wrapped Roise up tightly against him.

“We didn’t get to spend any time together. Not even a movie night.”

Taron had no words for her, but just hugged her, smoothing her hair down.

Seeing her sister getting a cuddle, Mari got off her chair and came to stand beside Robyn, who immediately opened her arms to her, the little girl crawling into her, taking up a very similar position, hugging Robyn.

“Wish you could stay too.”

“I think that is something we all wish hunni.” Robyn said, moving her hand from Mari’s side, to place it on Taron’s left shoulder very lightly, giving it the smallest rub, her hands going back around Mari once she had given Taron what she hoped was a little bit of comfort.

Taron couldn’t lift his head, his emotions all over the place but this time from sadness. Although the weekend hadn’t been exactly perfect, it had still been amazing to have been home and though a lot of things went wrong, so much more had been brilliant.

“Eve do you have a jar, maybe some paper and pens?”

Taron turned his head to look to Robyn, hearing her strange request, his aunt getting up from her chair to get what she had asked for.

“What are you up too?” Taron asked her.

“Just a little something to lift the mood a bit.”

Eve quickly returned with an empty glass mason jar, some coloured post its and some pens, leaving them on the table in front of Robyn.

“Thank you.” She shuffled Mari around a little, freeing her hands up but still keeping the little girl close to her. “So I have done this before with my family and I think it will be a perfect way to end what has been a wonderful weekend.” Robyn picked up the post its and split them, sliding them across the table to everyone seated, rolling a pen their way too. She then moved the glass to the middle of the table. “What you need to do is, write down two or three things you would like to do when Taron comes back to visit as a family. They can be anything you want. As big as a trip to London or just baking some cake. Then we fold the post its in half and put them in the glass jar and then when Taron comes home, you already have your plan made, your list of things you want to do together and all you have to do is pull one out. Now when you write down your ideas, it’s better if they are things he can do. I mean he can’t go to space and eating twelve pizzas’, not such a great idea but things you would like to do with him.”

“And you.” Mari said turning her head a little. “We like doing things with you too.”

Robyn wrapped her left arm around Mari a little tighter. “This is for your family and Taron. We all know he will be back home to Aberystwyth before I get to come back.”

“We need a Robyn jar then too.” Said Rosie firmly, her family laughing a little at her words.

“That jar would just be full of Disney princess ideas Rosie.” Taron said to her.

“I would be ok with that.” Robyn grinned. “But this is Taron’s jar, the Egerton jar.” Robyn picked up her own pen and handed one to Mari too. “Shouldn’t take us too long.”

“I have seen something like this before.” Tina had started to write on her post it but stopped, looking over to Robyn. “Where you write down one good thing that happened to you every day and pop that in a jar and then at the end of the year, you look through all the papers.”

“I have heard about that one but never done it. Claire and I do something like this on New Year’s Eve every year. Normally after one too many and when we read the papers after we just laugh at the suggestions. Most we can never use.” She snuck a glance to Taron, a wide grin on her face. “Might have had one or two about you in there at one point.”

“What?” Taron stopped writing mid-sentence.

“And if I can remember correctly, Richard might have been involved too.”

Taron’s whole face smirked. “Oh really?” He asked putting his pen down. “Care to share?”

“Like I said, one too many had been had. Can’t remember exactly.” She folded up the post it she had finished writing and stretched over to put it in the jar, a few others already in it from his family.

“What would it take for you to remember?” Taron asked turning his body a little towards her.

“Nothing you could ever give me.” Robyn replied, working on her next post it.

“Oh really?”

“Really.”

“Trip to Hawaii to see wild dolphins?”

Robyn shook her head.

“Cruise about the Caribbean?” He bit his lip as Robyn shook her head once more. “A full week of going to see musicals on Broadway in New York with a backstage tour and chance to sing on one of the stages?” He saw the faintest lift of her lips. “Done and at Christmas too. Snow and everything.”

“You just concentrate on writing your post its.” Robyn turned away from him, letting her head rest so very lightly on Mari’s left shoulder. “Your brother doesn’t play fair.”

Mari nodded in agreement and then concentrated on writing on her idea, her sister doing the same. The jar quickly filled up with colourful half pieces of paper and once everyone was done, Robyn screwed the lid of the jar back on and pushed it over to Tina.

“You can look after this until your son is home. Then pick one.”

“You wrote some too.” Tina said as she slid the jar her way.

“I did and they were suggestions for family togetherness and if I happen to be around, I can join in too.”

“This is such a lovely idea Robyn. Thank you.”

“You are so very welcome.” The Irish woman did her best to hid her yawn behind Mari’s head, but Tina spotted the way her shoulders lifted.

“And you two must be ready for bed, both working hard and had an overly exciting day and you two…” She looked to her daughters. “Definitely time for bed. You both have school tomorrow.”

The complaining from Rosie and Mari was natural and to be expected but just after ten-thirty, it was time for everyone to make a move out of the café, the evening ending with many hugs and kisses. Robyn made sure she said goodbye to Tina and Guy, giving them a long winded thank you and hug, the same to Mari and Rosie. She could see Taron hovering, hating having to say goodbye and see you soon to his family.

“Here give me your car keys.” She held her hand out to him. “I will wait in the car for you.”

Taron hesitated but reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. “I will be right down.”

“Take your time. I will lock myself in the car.”

“Robyn I will walk you out.” Eve walked to Taron to give him a long hug. “You take care of yourself.”

Following Even down the stairs, Robyn took her time, feeling a little stiff after sitting for so long, her left leg aching a little but once at the bottom, caught up with Eve, the older woman directing her back through the store room, stopping at the door.

“It was so lovely to finally meet you.” Eve said turning to face her. “Taron does nothing but gush about you.”

“I can’t imagine Taron gushing.” Robyn answered with a light laugh.

“Oh, believe me, he can and does, a lot. You have been a very important friend to him and he loves you dearly.” Eve returned the gentle laughter. “Just like you love him.” She added quickly. “Please take care of yourself and you are always welcome back here. You know where the back entrance is.”

“Thank you Eve. I had a lovely evening.”

“Maybe not that way I had intended for it to go but it is always nice to get the family together.”

“Taron and I don’t have a great track record for having a so-called perfect meet up.” Robyn shrugged a little. “We are getting used to the little bits of drama that follow us.”

Even stepped closer to Robyn to give her a gentle hug. “You will get there. Just hold out a little longer. Slightly biased, but he is worth it.”

Eve walked Robyn back to Taron’s car making sure she locked the doors, Robyn glad to see no more fans were lingering around, though supposed they could be at the front of the café, rather than hiding at the back door but with Taron parked out of the busy streets, it was unlikely that any one who didn’t live in Aberystwyth would be passing by. She slipped the key into the ignition and turned on the radio, settling back into her seat. She was happy to leave Taron some time alone with his family, give them the space they needed. It was something she felt she didn’t need to be a part of, so happy to give him some privacy and pulled out her phone from her bag. She typed out a quick text message to her mam and Claire, ignoring the sass she received back from her friend. Always on her case, Robyn’s best friend had more smart remarks then Deian but she always had a reply for her friend, or sometimes, none at all, smiling at the many messages that came her way as she ignored her. After a while, she heard a light tapping on the window and saw Taron standing outside the driver’s side. She unlocked the doors, taking the dish from his hands so he could get into the car.

“Eve wouldn’t let me leave without taking some leftover lasagne. She told me to freeze it if we weren’t going to eat it this evening.” Taron explained as he closed the door and pulled his seatbelt on. “No one else out and about?” He asked, glancing briefly out the windscreen, the last of the daylight not really giving him much to see with.

“Nope. All quiet on the outside.” Robyn reached over to take his left hand, giving it a light squeeze, feeling one in return. “So home?”

“My bed is definitely calling.” Taron held in his yawn, but still covered his mouth as it came through anyway, his whole body lifting with the oncoming tiredness. It was always horrid saying goodbye to his family and never got any easier even after all the years of doing so. Hugs were tight and hard and when his mam teared up, it was so hard to not get emotional. He was so grateful for Robyn and her thoughtfulness, how she didn’t mind giving him the time he needed to get one last chat in with his mam and step-dad, getting the usual take care of yourself and don’t forget to call speech. It was a little harder to pry his sisters from his legs but with reminder about the jar, they finally let him go with one tight hug. Eve demanded that he brought home some of the leftovers, forcing the dish into his hands before he walked out the door. As he left the café heading back to the car, it was now close to half ten and sighed at the thought now of having to go home to pack. He was slightly dreading his early flight but it took away the lingering around during the day, the need to get to the airport getting him up and going and giving him the reason he needed to get out of bed. He always hated getting Lyndsey to organise the early flight for him when he needed it but once he was back in Belfast, he would be able to get some rest before he was back to work.

The only thing he had to face now was saying goodbye to Robyn. It was a little harder this time when they had yet to make a plan to meet up again. Knowing when he was going to see her made the gap between visits easier but with nothing set in stone, he only had a few hours left with Robyn, most of which they both would be spending asleep, though he was definitely looking forward to her rubbing the after sun into his shoulders again. The heat was becoming very uncomfortable and his skin was stinging with every little movement. Another yawn which had him stretching his arms over his head, definitely had him crying out for something to soothe his shoulders. “Jesus sorry Robyn. Just catching up on me I guess.”

“Don’t worry. It’s been a long day.”

“Long but good.”

“I had a nice evening.” Robyn agreed,

“Me too. Thank you for the idea with the mason jar. Such a thoughtful thing. The girls loved it.”

“It’s a simple way to keep people smiling, excited for things to come.”

Taron nodded as he carefully pulled out of the parking space, his headlights on. “I am interested to know what you wrote.”

“Tonight, or all those New Year Eve’s ago with Claire.”

Taron’s chuckle was deep. “I won’t lie. I am very interested in that one.”

“Like I said. We both had way too much to drink. Can’t remember.”

“A likely story.”

Robyn shrugged. “And I am sticking to it but I did have a lovely evening and a fantastic weekend.”

“Fantastic?” Taron questioned taking the turn to head down the road to his home. “Really?”

“You know I had great time.”

Taron carefully pulled into the space outside his home. “You always do.”

“I got to dress as Elsa, watched the sun set, watched a movie on the couch, spent the day at the beach and fixed Olaf. Couldn’t have asked for more.” She unbuckled her seatbelt.

“Maybe a few less bruises?” Taron suggested as he took the dish from her and opening the car door.

“Sometimes they can’t be helped.” Robyn closed the passenger door and waited for Taron to join her.

They walked to his front door and once had opened it, he turned on some lights, letting Robyn pass him. He brought the dish of lasagne into the kitchen and set it on the counter, rolling his shoulders and his neck again.

“I can put more after sun on those for you.” Robyn came to stand beside him. “Last time before I head home.”

“Please but I am just going to put this into some freezer bags first.”

“Sure. I am going to change. Meet you in the bedroom?”

“Yep. Will you turn on the fan please?” His home was horribly warm and stuffy inside even though they hadn’t been gone too long and he was glad to know he had something to keep his room cool once again during the night. It definitely made sleeping much more comfortable.

Robyn nodded. “Of course.”

Taron divided out the dinner Eve had pushed him to take and once tied up in some freezer bags, he put them in his empty freezer. He only took it because his aunt had insisted, telling him it would be an easy dinner for him to have when he came home next time. He filled the dish with hot soapy water and left it in the sink for the next day to wash, not being too worried about doing it at that moment. He pulled his t-shirt off as he walked into the bedroom, not even bothering to knock. Throwing the material in the direction of his wardrobe his head turned as he heard the toilet flush. He headed straight for the bathroom and lightly rapped on the door.

“You decent?” He called in through the wooden door, grinning as it was flung open, Robyn dressed in her pyjama’s already, a toothbrush in her mouth. “Perfect. I can do that too.” He slipped in past her, going to the sink and taking out his toothbrush from the holder. Once he put some toothpaste on the bristles, he stood in front of the sink and started to brush his teeth, Robyn soon coming to stand beside him, a half grin on her face. Standing right beside him as their bare arms and shoulders touched, Robyn could feel the heat from his skin.

“I know you are thinking it, so just say it.” Taron said through a mouthful of toothpaste. He bent down so he could spit out the minty foam from his mouth and stood back up waiting for her to answer before he went to brush his teeth again.

“So warm.” Robyn answered him before working on brushing the left side of her teeth, watching Taron’s reflection and the smirk grow.

“Sun burn.” Taron answered, once again through his toothbrush. “I fave my ban.”

“You fave your ban?” Robyn laughed. Taron turned to her and with the toothbrush still in his mouth, stuck his tongue out at her. “So now I know where Mari got that from!” She continued to brush her teeth, smiling as Taron nudged her a little too hard, knocking her off balance but she came back to her feet. “Injured leg here.”

“Shit sorry!” Taron placed his hand on the small of her back, concerned he had hurt her but saw a tiny glint in her eye. “Robyn…”

“I am ok. Just a twinge. Brush your teeth. You still have to pack.”

A long groan came from Taron that quickly turned to laughter as Robyn stood on her toes to place toothpaste kisses all over his left cheek. “And you think I am a terrible influence!” He chuckled as he wiped his cheek, watching as Robyn cupped some water in her hands to wash her face and rinse her mouth out.

She placed her toothbrush on the edge of the sink “I can help you pack.” She said to him, pulling the towel from the rail to dry her hands. “We can do that first and then your after sun. I am sure you don’t have much to put in your case.”

“You will get the throw from the bed for me now please? Put it with my case? I don’t want to leave it behind again.”

“Sure.”

“I will be right out. Just going to change too.”

Robyn left the bathroom, Taron following her, still brushing his teeth, grabbed his shorts from the bed and headed back, closing the door behind him. Doing as he had asked, she picked up the fleece throw she had given him as a present back in November for his birthday and carried it over to his small case which was thrown open and a complete mess. Placing the throw on the ground, she then carefully knelt in front of his case and pulled the clothes out. All were clean and Robyn carefully folded each garment neatly, placing it back into his case, rolling matching socks together and laying his boxers together before putting them on top.

Taron had opened the bathroom door and was taken back at how Robyn was packing his case for him, making sure all of his clothes were tidy, blushing lightly when she placed his boxer shorts on top. He had never expected her to actually do it for him and headed her way. “Really no need chicken. That is just going to be pulled apart once I am back in Belfast.” Taron threw his clothes from the day into his laundry hamper, picking up the t-shirt he had thrown on the floor to put in the wicker basket too. “And I can really do it myself.” He came to crouch beside her.

“Mostly done.”

“I would say pretty much done. Just have to throw in my toiletries in the morning.” Taron got to his feet and walked to his wardrobe, opening one of the drawers to take out two hoodies. “Just going to bring some more jumpers with me. I really wasn’t expecting the weather.”

“Maybe take a rain jacket too.”

Taron smiled. “Good idea.” He turned back to his wardrobe and opened the doors, taking a grey rain coat from a hanger. “Just in case.” Back at the case Taron dropped the three onto of the neatly folded clothes.

“Really Taron.” Robyn frowned at him and she lifted the new items in his case. “Fold them. You will fit more in.” She carefully folded each piece of clothing and laid them neatly in his case.

“I normally don’t have time for folding. It’s a quick get up and go before moving on.”

“Even your suits? Your clothes for events.”

Taron shook his head. “Someone takes care of them for me or if I have to bring one, I am a bit more careful. This looks ready to go though.”

“And you have all of your flight information, passport, carry-on bag ready to go too?”

It took Taron twenty minutes to find all of his flight details, having to print them off again in the end as he couldn’t remember where he had put them, but thankfully his passport was still in his shoulder bag. He threw in a few extra items for the long drive to Cardiff and then the short flight, making sure his hat and sunglass were ready to go on the kitchen counter too. As he had prepped his bag, Robyn folded his fleece as best she could, squishing it into the remaining small space left in his case. She didn’t want him to forget it so made sure it was safely packed for him. When Robyn stood up, Taron was back in the bedroom and laying down on the bed on his back, the fan turned towards him so it was blowing cool air over his skin.

“You need another cold air lecture?” Robyn walked over to the fan and turned it so the air wasn’t wafting directly on his body.

“It’s stuffy in here.”

“And letting the air flow through the room rather than on you will help cool the room down.” She crawled up onto the bed, along by his feet and then up to her side, settling against the pillows, her right hand naturally going to his hair, grinning as Taron stretched his upper body to meet her hand.

“I really did have a lovely weekend, no matter how you think different.”

Taron opened his eyes and glanced back to her. “I suppose a normal weekend would be boring to us.”

“Absolutely.”

“You sure you didn’t mind me posting the photo?” He asked as he closed his eyes as Robyn gently massaged the crown of his head.

“Not at all. I told you at the table that it was fine.” Robyn changed her position so she could sit around his head a bit more, now having two free hands. She switched her hands around so her left hand very lightly scratched his head, her right running over the scar on his forehead. “And your parents were fine with it too.”

“You looked at the comments?”

“Nope.” Robyn said quickly smoothing his crinkled frown away. “And you know I won’t either and my account is private.”

“Yeah but I follow you. People are going to put two and two together quickly.”

“And we agreed earlier before dinner that this was something you were not going to worry about. You have been following me since we met Taron.”

“Yeah I know.” He took a very long and deep breathe, his hands on his stomach rising and falling as he took another. “Sorry. Thanks for being so patient with me this weekend.”

Robyn laughed lightly. “Seriously? You know I would do anything for you Taron and do we need to talk about two weekends ago? I believe you were literally my rock at that course.” Again she delicately pressed out the frown lines on his forehead. “I am fine with it Taron and you have been amazing this weekend and your family have enjoyed you being home so much.” She ran her index finger down his nose, seeing the slightest of change in his face so she did it again and again, his eyebrows rising with his smile. “Everything happens for a reason, shitty or not and we always come through and we know our circumstances are so different. People respect what we have been through, it changes how they react to us, think about us. Well most of them anyway. Me and you?” She ran two fingers down his nose this time, keeping their path past his lips and to his chin. “We are friends for life. Nothing going to break us up.”

Taron opened his eyes to look at Robyn, grinning as she trailed her fingers back up his face. “Definitely.” He agreed. “Thank you for being so understanding with my job Robyn. I know it isn’t easy.”

“I have a fantastic support around me Taron in you and your family and Lyndsey and I trust you. I know you wouldn’t do anything with the media unless you were absolutely sure it was ok. You will always be weary but believe me, I know when you mean no and also, I wouldn’t have walked your red carpet if I felt completely overwhelmed by it all.”

“I know. Thank you.”

Robyn awkwardly bent her head so she could kiss his forehead. “So time for after sun I think. Those shoulders are still giving you hell.”

“I am tired.” He said a little sleepily.

“Too tired to roll over so I can rub your shoulders?”

“Yeah.” He answered closing his eyes tight to further his point.

“Well ok then.” Robyn took her hands away from his head and face and moved so she was laying down on the bed, on her right side, facing Taron. Snuggling down into the pillow, she curled up and closed her eyes. She let her legs straighten out slightly, the tight curl pulling sore skin and shuffled a little to find the most comfortable position, now a little on her stomach her left leg resting on the bed over her other leg.

“Robyn!” Taron sat up on his elbows, regretting the stance but stayed as he was so he could look at his friend as she got ready to sleep. Her pyjama shorts as rolled up with the way she lay and he could see those sore looking lesions on her skin, the coloured bruises but she never complained once during the evening that she was hurting or in pain. The three dressings he had placed over the worst of the cuts, were still intact but even if she wasn’t saying anything, he could see her injuries were still very tender as she kept the pressure of her leg. Distracted by her scratches, when he looked to her face, her eyes were open and he realised he had been caught staring at her. Gathering his thoughts, Taron remembered what he wanted to say. “No after sun?”

“Hard to rub it in when you are laying on your back.”

“I will roll over.”

“I am already set for bed.”

“Robynnnn!” Taron whined, throwing himself back onto the bed. “My shoulders!”

“You snooze you lose rocketman.” Robyn giggled into her pillow as she felt the bed move as he kicked his legs. “Taron, stop it!”

“But my shoulders. They are sore.”

“My eyes are tired.” Robyn answered him laughing hard as he kicked his legs again. “Jesus you are worse than a four-year-old.” Robyn sat up, taking her time and crossed her legs, making sure she was sitting opposite him. “Go and get the stuff for me and I will look after you.”

With a wide grin, Taron jumped to his feet and quickly walked out of his bedroom and to the bathroom where he knew the jar of after sun and tube of gel were after they were left there from earlier that evening. When he came back into the bedroom, Robyn was sitting at the end of his bed.

“You can sit in here.” She said to him pointing in-between her legs. “I can’t kneel comfortably at the moment.” She held her hands out for the jars, seeing his steps slow a little. “Or we can stand if you want.”

“No no. Stay as you are.” Taron hastened his pace a little and gave her the after sun and gel. “I can sit in front of you.” Turning around, he lowered himself onto the soft duvet of the bed, making sure he was sitting right back so he wouldn’t fall off. “This ok?”

“Yeah perfect.” Robyn had moved back until Taron was settled and then forward again so she could easily reach his back and not have to stretch too much, her legs either side of him, bent a little at her knees. “Is it still sore?” She asked him as she opened the green jar, placing it to her left.

“Not as bad but definitely noticeable.”

“Tomorrow is day three, so by Tuesday the heat and sting should really ease but keep rubbing in the cream Taron.”

“I will.”

“And even after it doesn’t hurt any more because then your skin will start to itch and dry out.”

“I will.”

“And if you can’t do it, get someone else to do it for you because that itchiness is really itchy and if you keep scratching it, you can hurt…”

“Robyn…” Taron turned around as best as he could to look at her. “I promise I will.” He gave her a sideways smile. “I promise.”

Robyn retuned his smile. “Sorry just…”

“I will do it myself if I have to.”

“Ok.”

“Now can you do it for me please?”

“Sure.”

Taron turned back around and when Robyn placed her hands on his shoulders, he didn’t jump but happily breathed in, letting his head drop to his chin. Though they were sore, he was getting used to the burn that had been with him all weekend but it didn’t mean he was so appreciative of the mix of the after sun and cooling gel on his warm skin, even more of how Robyn was still as gentle as ever with him.

“You have gotten used to the tropical scent.” Robyn said to him as dragged her thumbs down his spine and then her whole hand back up over his skin to his shoulders.

“Doesn’t bother me as much anymore and we never really did have the chance to get a new pot.”

“True.”

“And I have noticed a softness to my skin today.”

Robyn chuckled. “I told you. You happy if I do your whole back?”

“I am not going to say no.”

Filling her right palm with the cream colour after sun, Robyn rolled her hands together, her hands fully covered and ran them down his back, leaving long white streaks of cream on his skin. She stopped just above the waistband of his shorts and moved her hands out so her fingers curved around his waist and sides, Taron lifting his arms a little so she could run the whole way up his body and then back down. She moved into the centre of his back, circling the tips of her fingers around and around, ensuring all the cream was rubbed in.

“I am going to miss this.” Taron whispered, now feeling Robyn palm down his arms and over his forearms, changing the pressure she used once she hit the sensitive burnt skin at the top of his shoulders.

“You have been a spoilt boy the last few days.”

“I need one of these every day after set. I am so stiff when I finished after holding myself so straight during filming.”

“I can’t cut myself in half.” Robyn laughed lightly as she squeezed some of the gel directly onto each shoulder and then rubbing it in circles lightly. “Take a bath. It always helps.”

“My apartment in Belfast doesn’t have one and the shower is nowhere near powerful enough to get the knots out.”

“You need to get a back massager.”

“I have one. She just lives too far away.” He flinched and rolled his shoulders around and slightly away from Robyn as she pinched his sore skin. “Shit, ow.” He shivered too as the twinge from the pinch travelled across his skin and only settled down when her hands lay flat on his body again. “I deserved that I know but fuck Robyn.”

Giggling, Robyn leaned forward to kiss where she had pinched. “Sorry but I am not your personal back massager. Personal cookie maker, sure but that’s where it ends.”

“But…”

“Your sun burn is by coincidence and the only reason you are getting these three times a day. No sun burn, no massage except when you use a voucher and the head massages don’t count.” Robyn slid her hands down the full length of his back again, drifting over the skin at his shorts. “Did I miss anything?”

Taron grinned into his chest. “No Robyn, you answered all my buts.” He groaned happily as she pressed her thumbs hard into his skin. “So good at this.” He spoke through another moan, his back arching as she did it again. “Once more, please?”

“Sure Taron but it’s the last one.” Digging deep into his warm skin Robyn’s last one gave him five minutes of soothing relief and when she was done, she shuffled back on the bed and closed the jar and tube. “I am going to leave these with you.” She got off the bed and walked to his case, placing both on top of his clothes. “And…” She turned to his wardrobe and opened the door, taking out his new green jumper she had given him. “I don’t think you want to forget this either.” She folded it up and put it in his case too.

“Thank you Robyn.” Taron got to his feet and came to crouch beside her. “Sometimes I need the little extra help with these things.”

“And I am always happy to do that for you.” She leaned into him as he gave her a sideways hug. “So you should actually try and get some sleep now.”

Taron nodded and stood up, making his way to his bed, flopping onto his stomach, taking up his latest sleeping position, feeling the bed move as Robyn lay down beside him. He called out to set his alarm for six, already feeling tired at the thought if getting up at the crack of down in less than seven hours. “Do you think there is any chance of one cuddle this weekend?” He asked, his voice muffled by the pillow his face was buried into.

“You know I am always your number one cuddle supporter.” Robyn replied. She was laying on her side as before but closer to Taron this time and she watched him shuffle around so he was laying on his back, making sure he was comfortable before he gave her a nod and beautiful smile.

“I am ready and waiting.” Once Robyn had filled the space between them, she very carefully leaned her cheek against his shoulder. “That is not a cuddle Robyn Quinn. I want a proper one.”

With a little grin, Robyn moved even closer to him, moving so her head was against his chest, her cheek nestled against his bare skin. She was turned more on her stomach than her side, still keeping the pressure off her leg. She tucked her right arm under herself and let her right rest on his chest just under her chin. “Your shoulders ok?”

“Just fine.” Taron lightly wrapped his left arm around her, his hand resting on her waist. “Missed this too.”

Robyn laughed a little, enjoying the echo of his laugh in his chest too. “I am happy to just be with you.”

“We will see each other soon, won’t we?” Taron asked as his eyes closed, feeling lovely and cosy now he finally got to hold her close to him.

“Of course we will.” She said firmly.

“I don’t mean by video call Robyn.”

“Neither do I Taron. We will figure it out.”

“I like seeing you every two weeks but I will be back in London in the next two weeks.”

Robyn could hear and feel the increase in his heart beat and she very lightly stroked the tips of her fingers over the middle of his chest. “I can come over one of the evenings next week after work.”

“Night shoots Robyn.”

“You know I like watching you sleep.”

Taron’s whole body as he laughed, holding Robyn close to him in a tight hug with both arms. “Thank you. Always trying to make me smile.” He let his hand rest on hers which was still over his heart, his other arm back to her waist. “And you can’t keep watching me sleep.”

“Try and stop me.”

Laughing once more., Taron closed his tired eyes again. “Whatever makes you happy chicken.”

“You sleeping, so sleep.” Nuzzling into his soft skin, Robyn yawned.

“You too.” Taron replied his voice heavy with haziness. “I had a great weekend.”

“Me too.” Without thinking, Robyn turned her face slightly and placed a soft kiss on his skin. A little embarrassed by what she just did, not knowing exactly why she felt the need to suddenly give him the small little gesture, she lay her head back down. “Sleep rocketman.”

Taron’s chest was tingling where Robyn had placed the lightest of kisses and he pulled her a little further into him, smiling as she snuggled into him. He couldn’t say it out loud but his mind was repeating the same three words over and over again, his body wishing he really could pull her closer but content with his cuddle at last, he was determined to enjoy their closeness and turned his head, dipping his chin slightly so his nose was just touching her hair. “Sleep well Robyn.” His next three words were murmured, a quick ‘I love you’, knowing well she hadn’t heard him but every time he said it, he meant it more and more and this weekend further reinforced how much he loved and cared for the woman in his arms.

[survey--s]

36.

What snacks do you like to eat when seeing a movie at the cinema? Salted popcorn and malteasers. Have you already had a birthday this year? Yes, my birthday was about ten days ago. What were you doing in 2008? I was at university in 2008.  Would you ever wanna be married? I’m already married and I’m quite happy with that. Do you keep a glass of water by your bed? No. If I drink too much close to bedtime, I need to pee constantly during the night, lol. If you drive, how old were you when you started to learn? I had lessons on and off between the age of 21 and 29, when I finally passed my test. It wasn’t eight years of constant lessons though. What’s the temperature where you live today? It’s about 1 degree above freezing. Do you rent or own the place you live? We own and have a small mortgage. Have you ever made yourself as a Sim? Sure, didn’t everyone do that when the game was first released? What did you last pack a bag for? I was cleaning out my car on Saturday and packed everything up into bags to bring into the house. Do you groom your eyebrows? If so, how? I do, I tweeze them and shape them. Do you have more friends of the same or opposite sex? It’s probably an even mixture overall. What’s the time right now? It’s currently 12.48pm. Should you be doing something other than this survey right now? I’ll need to get up and feed the animals in a moment, but otherwise I’ve done everything I need to do today. Sushi. Yum or yuck? It’s just a bit boring to me - I don’t get the obsession, though I don’t hate it either. What was the last music you listened to? I don’t remember, I’ve had the TV on most of the day. What’s a song you dislike by an artist you like? Nothing is coming to mind right now.  Describe your ideal first date. Just something that involves us getting to know each other - so something fun - maybe bowling or an arcade. Have you ever had a scholarship? If so, what for? Nope. Have you been anywhere exciting in the last month or so? I did my beach ride on Saturday which was amazing and great fun - I can’t wait to book some more for next year. I’d like to do one every 4 months or so, I think, just to keep the practise going. Do you watch TV while you eat? Yeah, we have the TV on pretty much constantly when we’re at home. How many rooms are in your house? Combined living/dining room, kitchen, bathroom and two bedrooms, plus a loft space but it’s not habitable, it’s just good for storage. When was the last time you had a sore throat? Last week. I get them all the time in winter with the heating being on. Do you know anyone whose gender is non-binary? Mhmm. Have you ever accidentally called or texted the wrong number? Sure, it’s easily done. Do you prefer small talk or deep conversations? It depends on the situation and who I’m talking to. What was the last thing in your house that broke and had to be fixed? The shower.   What brand is your phone? I have an iPhone 13 Mini. Describe your favorite outfit. I don’t have a specific favourite. It depends on what I’m doing, the weather and where I’m planning to go. What’s the best city/town you’ve ever lived in? Hmm, Ambleside was probably my favourite, but I loved Nottingham too.

[finch-writes]

morning routine

✧ bokuto koutarou x gn!reader x kuroo tetsurou / fluff ✧ warnings: small amount of swearing and haikyuu timeskip spoilers! 

✧ five thirty in the morning is too early. you know this. one of your boyfriends knows this. unfortunately, your other boyfriend has training today.

beep. beep. beep.

wait, what?

you don't bother opening your eyes - it's five thirty a.m. in the middle of winter and you know there won't be any light in the room aside from what was cast by the phone on the nightstand. the last remnants of your pleasant dream fade, replaced by unfortunate awareness of the blaring alarm as it tries to get the attention of the room's occupants.

a rumbling groan to your left, at least, tells you that one of your boyfriends is awake to echo your thoughts. in a twist that might be ironic, bokuto is the one who set the damn alarm in the first place - so really the entire situation is actually his fault. pro volleyball players and their dumb schedules. for a moment, you consider sticking your cold feet on him as punishment but given that you've been cuddled up to him during the night means you're toasty and comfortable (including your toes) so it would be a fruitless effort.

“sorry.” first word of the morning is an apology and you whine as the resident space heater sits up in order to reach over your other boyfriend and shut off the offending device. 

speaking of kuroo, the lucky bastard doesn't seem to stir. you can feel the brush of his knuckles against your thigh from where his arm is draped across bokuto's lap. you hadn't believed kenma at first when he had explained how kuroo's hair got its distinctive style, but after sleeping in the same bed as him for six months you were kind of used to witnessing the rooster's comb form in realtime.

wait, you realise suddenly, wasn't tetsu in the middle when we all fell asleep last night? it was always weird when the boys rolled over each other in their sleep. by now you'd lost count of the times you'd passed out curled up against one of them only to wake up with the other one half draped over you like a blanket.

you also know full well that if bokuto lays back down, he'll be back asleep within about half a minute. which you could understand, really, if you'd been in his shoes. but if he was late to practise then all three of you had to deal with his teammates at the end of the day … it just wasn't worth the teasing (even if you had gone to school with one of them, the others from the monster generation were just as bad).

maybe being stuck between his two partners and having to leave the warm bed at this ridiculous hour in the dead of winter was probably punishment enough for setting such an awful alarm.

eyes still closed, you sit up and immediately earn an arm around your waist for your efforts (somewhere between affection and support; you can pretty much picture the look of panic that flashed across bokuto's features when you sat up and the thought makes your lips twitch). apparently you're not the only one who finds this funny - your owl seems to be smiling against your scalp as he presses a few quick kisses to your messy hair. you hum and lean into the contact, resting your head on his shoulder.

“go back to sleep, babe. 'pparently we only have a morning session today so i'll be home by lunch.” his voice is still rough with sleep but there's an earnest happiness to it that warms your heart.

“tell 'em i said hi.” you mumble. the slur in your voice is almost impressive, you'll give yourself that.

“i sure can!” he responds, enthusiasm appreciated but much too loud for the hour. from his left, kuroo makes a sleepy noise of protest that might have been a warning to shut up so he can go back to sleep. bokuto chuckles, putting his phone down in order to run an affectionate hand through his boyfriend's hair. “mornin', tetsu. go back to sleep, i'll be quiet.”

“'n pigs can fly.” he mumbles.

“dunno, miya can jump pre' high when he wants.” you yawn, sleepy mind lingering on the setter without much conviction.

you aren't sure how much time passes while you dwell on the concept, content and at peace and very, very sleepy. kuroo passes back out at some point, evident in the soft snores you can hear. the moment is cut short when bokuto sighs and gently detaches you from his side to set you down in bed with all the love and care he can muster.

“shouldn't have slept in the middle.” he mumbles to himself. he then proceeds to nearly knock you sideways trying to crawl over you out of bed, and takes half of the blankets with him.

“hey,” tetsurou complains quietly, rolling towards the middle of the bed and reaching out in search of the blankets. you take pity on him as soon as koutarou is free from the tangle and readjust the covers, but his arm settles loosely around your waist anyway.

“mornin.” you mumble and shift so that you can press a kiss to his forehead.

“still nighttime. kou just gets up at stupid hours.” despite his grumbling he presses a kiss to your cheek and tucks his face into your neck. his hair tickles your cheek and your nose twitches.

“i'm still in the room, you ass.” from the sound of bokuto's voice he's somewhere near the chest of drawers where he stashes his clean training gear. the faint scrapes of wood against wood a second later agrees with your guess. nice. “besides, i have three nights home next week before we have to head off again!”

“not so loud, kou. neighbours are still asleep.” you chastise, soft and affectionate. a yawn punctuates your words.

“right.” 

there's more shuffling, and a quiet mutter or two about the weather. from what you can gather, it's probably going to rain again. just when you're starting to drift off again you hear a quiet call of your name.

“mm?” you hum.

“you said the bento was in the fridge, right?”

“mhm.”

“okay. thanks for making it last night!”

“make sure you take the right one today.” you mumble, pleased by the quiet thanks. three weeks ago you'd opened your lunch meal between classes to discover fruit, nuts and carefully prepared protein. the healthy stuff that a pro volleyball player should be eating, rather than the poor university student who had used the wrong wrap because you had fixed food for the household far too late in the evening. koutarou had thought it was hilarious.

again, relative silence falls in the room. an odd static kicks up that's muffled by the walls - for a moment you're confused, but then you remember bokuto's earlier comment about the rain. now that you know what it is, it's a comforting white noise and just what you need to send you back to sleep.

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some time later, you stir at the sensation of movement in your arms. adjusting your sleepy hold around your boyfriend yields the discovery that tetsurou has rolled over in his sleep, your face pressed against the nape of his neck. you take a deep breath in, the familiar scent adding to the peace set deep in your heart. you feel the vibration of his chuckle a heartbeat before he rolls over to face you, cupping your cheek gently in his hand.

you crack your eyes open, squinting and blinking against the light just in time to register the kiss he’s pressed against your forehead.

“mornin’.” you mumble for the second time since midnight, but this time you’re rewarded with a sleepy smile rather than a groggy correction. kuroo’s thumb smooths gently across your cheekbone and you sigh, content. 

for someone who claims not to like mornings very much, he’s certainly fast to wake up - his golden eyes are as sharp as ever, moving back and forth minutely as he takes in your sleepy expression. he’s really pretty. you think fondly. it’s true, at least in your mind (and you know for a fact that kou feels the same, given how eager he is to drop compliments at any moment).

“sure is.” he whispers, and draws himself into a comfortable recline. he sighs a deep breath and tips his head back, and not for the first time in your relationship you’re struck by the uncanny resemblance he bears to a cat sometimes. it’s something about the lithe flexibility, or maybe it’s the front of arrogance and indifference which hides something a lot softer. it could also possibly be the cheshire grin that he flashes when he knows he’s doing something he isn’t meant to.

you roll over onto your stomach and hide your face in the nearest pillow. bokuto's, apparently, or at least the one he'd slept on last night.

“still raining?” you ask the fabric, but receive a thoughtful hum of reply from your boyfriend instead.

“i don’t think so. still cloudy, though.”

“yuck.” you'd planned to get some washing done and on the small clothes horse on the balcony, and nothing dried properly in winter unless it was sunny. you had a drier in the bathroom, sure, but you hadn't quite puzzled out its intricacies yet and might be just a little too stubborn to admit defeat to your partners.

a familiar hand placed on the small of your back interrupts your lamenting. it pats the fabric of your shirt twice in an attempt to wake you up a little more, and you think you might have grumbled something in response because it earns a laugh and another pat.

“c'mon. let's get breakfast and get going.”

[sugarbeandude]

A-Z with Mute/Smoke

I wanted to post this some time ago, finally, put my ass to write.

A = Affection(How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Smoke: Oh hell yeah Smoke is sweeter than honey.

Mute: Is also very sweet, but he can't help his serious face

B = Breath(What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Smoke: For Smoke, it is always the hugs. Mute isn’t that touchy, so it always takes smoke off guard whenever Mute feels like hugging him

Mute: When Smoke remembers the little things about him/investigates more abt his interests so Smoke can enjoy them with him. Like that Smoke bought him a drum practiser and drumsticks for him to have at the base.

C = Cuddling(Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

Yes; They cuddle when they know they are completely alone and in bed. Smoke is the little spoon cause of the position he sleeps in but lately Mute has been the little spoon

D = Dream(What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

Mute: Marrying him, living in the same home

Smoke: To quit their army lives and live together. It’s not that he doesn’t want to marry Mute, he just wasn’t sure Mute to actually want that lol.

E = Effort(How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

A lot, come on…

F = Fear(What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

Mute: he is scared of being abandoned, though he has grown over his fear the bad way, sadly.

Smoke: to leave Charlie fatherless.

G = Gifts(What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

Mute: He isn’t a gifter, he has no idea what to gift Smoke, so he always invites him to have lunch

Smoke: Mute’s interests, like videogames, rock band shirts, and stuff he needs for his instruments.

H = Hugs(Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

Mute: whenever he doesn’t feel crowded, so pretty much only when they are alone, or at least not around coworkers that aren’t his close friends

Smoke: He respects Mute’s limits, so he hugs him whenever he feels comfortable

I = Intimacy(How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

Smoke: Smoke is the cheesiest mf around, he doesn’t find it hard to get romantic

Mute: he still finds it hard to get romantic (not intimate lmao) but he does try his best and Smoke appreciates it a lot

J = Jealous(Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Smoke: He isn’t jealous, JUST a little with vigil, cause the man is teaching Mute Korean (that's cannon lmao) and he is not overly hostile with Mute (like he is with everyone)and Mute just laughs at the fact Smoke gets a little salty, but they never make a big deal about it.

Mute: No, he isn’t actually,

K = Kiss(Are they good kissers? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

oh hell yeah, both are good kissers, Mute really enjoys kissing his man.

L = Love(When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

Mute: Mute shows it rather than to say it, but he still tries to say it.

Smoke: cheesiest mf around

M = Marriage(Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

yes, both want to, they have never specified a certain ceremony.

N = Night out(What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

They go out kinda often out, when Mute takes him out it’s usually to his band shows or restaurants and when Smoke does it’s usually to a secret place he found by a hill, to Charlie’s Handball matches, or festivals in the city.

O = Out of the Ordinary(What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

Hmm, I don’t really have a hc for this, maybe Mute babysitting charlie

P =Playful(Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

Smoke likes to pull innocent pranks on Mute, like the old whoopee cushion in the chair or ice cream pranks, to lighten up the mood.

Q = Questions(Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

OH Mute ask random stuff to Smoke at night ALL THE DAMN TIME, and Smoke answers him all the time

R = Random(How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan?)

They usually do things on the spot, with them it’s always a: hey you free half-hour? I’m picking you up.

S = Sleep(How do they sleep with their s/o?)

Yes.

T = Trust(How much do they trust their s/o?)

A lot.

U = Unique(What makes them unique as a s/o?)

I don’t really know maybe the fact that Smoke won Mute’s heart? IDK DASDFGHJK

V = Vulnerable(How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

It’s kinda difficult for Mute to be vulnerable with Smoke, but once he takes the first step, he realizes Smoke is never going to make him feel ashamed or in danger so he opens up more little by little.

W = Wild Card(Get a random domestic headcanon of the character of your choice)

Smoke is a little too intense with the rule of no feet on the coffee table, and will not hesitate to smack feet.

X = X-Ray(What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

Since they are both trained to be able to stabilize injured ops, they really keep it calm, they’ll both stop being calm when they evacuate the operation zone.

Y = Yuck(Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

Smoke is a gym rat/healthy lifestyle kinda stuff, so he really dislikes all of Mute’s bad habits when he is working. (energy drinks, bad posture, staying up late, coffee, skipping meals, etc.) so he begs and tries to change Mute’s habits by literally being his maid, bringing him healthy food to his desk, correcting his posture, and taking away his energy drinks.

Mute: Smoke’s cat, that damn feline knows all his past sins.

Z = Zeal(Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

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How about KRS sfw for Katakuri!💕💋

Since you were one of the first ones, there will be the full alphabet for Katakuri💕🌹

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

The sweet Commander cannot show his feelings openly. It´s just not his style, but it´s completely different when you´re in private. As soon as he can be sure that the two of you are alone he´ll be an affectionate cinnamon role. Of course he is going to take a while to open up to you, but as soon as he does you can look forward to kisses, hugs and sweet words.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

It propably started because of Donuts. Cliché but we all know that Katakuri bonds over these sweet treats. So you probably worked in a bakery, making the giants favorite desserts. He would come by more often and you´d engage him in small conversations, until he orders his Donuts to his home. As soon as you delievered them he´d spent the day with you. And thus a great friendship is born.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

If he is comfortable with you, he´ll take his time to exchange affection with you. Due to his size it would be most convenient to cuddle. You´d sit on his lap, his arms around you and your Hands intertwined. If you´re in bed, the two of you would spoon, you being the small sponn of course, though Kata wouldn´t complain if you decided to hug his broad back from behind from time to time.

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

Since he is a romantic guy, he thought about that at one point, but since he never actually was confronted with housework and all of that he needs to learn everything about it. And he will try his best, because he does not want to burden his s/o with all of the work around the house. Now for setteling down: He´d be sure that he chose a person he wants to spent the rest of his life with, no questions need to be asked.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would take a lot for him to break up with he person he fell in love with, it is more likely that he´ll seperate from them, because he thinks that it´s the best for them. Katakuri is not convinced yet that he is the best choice, because of his face for example.Katakuri could never end it face to face, since he´d overthink it as soon as he saw their face, so he´ll break up through a letter, not the best way ( he knows), but the only way for him

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Big Mom would insist on marriage right at the start and Katakuri would never  complain first because he got raised from a mother that always told him that marriage is very important, second because he wants to satisfy mon and last but not least because Marriage would be a prove for him that his s/o will stay with him. It would be relaxing to him to know that he and his S/O are bound together.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

At first he was grumpy, said hurtful things sometimes without noticing it...mostly. Sometimes he just tried to keep his crush away from him and his face.As soon as they are an item he´ll be gentle and loving. Not teling them about his feelings with his words but rather with his actions. E.g putting things in places where they can reach them, leaving his shirts for them to sleep in, hugging them if they are stressed. All in all he is very observative when it come to his love.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Oh damn...this man needs some love. It would be awkward for him st first, because he rarely got any hugs from his family...Brulee hugged him sometimes, but that´s it. He will need time to get used to it, but that will not take as long as anticipated. After that he´ll be addicted to physical affections, always making sure to give his s/o plenty if they are in private.

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

Very long...probably during the wedding or honeymoon. But he will make sure that you know about his feelings from the start through actions. He´ll voice his feeling later, but eventually he will.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jealousy has a lot to do with lack of confidence. We know that he has a lot of issues with his own body, so he will be jealous sometimes. Since Katakuri does not show emotions openly it´ll not be likely that he´ll throw a raging fit in front of the person that came a little bit too close to his s/o for his liking. He´d take his lovers hand and pull them to a place where they have privacy to prove to them that he is the better choice.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)He is always scared to hurt you with his teeth, so his actual kisses are always gentle and careful. Sometimes he likes to give you eskimo kisses (touching the tip of your nose with his) to give you a little bit of affection.His favourite places to put his kisses are your neck and your shoulder.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He had room to practise. He has many younger siblings and knows how to treat them, so it will not be surprising that he´d be a decent father someday. But he´ll never want to have as many children as Big Mom has, because as a child he felt neglected sometimes. There was never enough time for everybody in his family.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)Katakuri is an early bird, if the two of you get the chance to sleep in it will be likely for you to wake up in his arms, with him holding a book in his one hand while holding you tohis body with his other hand.He is sucker for morning kisses and long breakfasts.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)Aside from deep talks and....adult actions there will be also movie night and cuddle sessions. If the two of you watch a movie, be prepared to answer his questions. Katakuri will definetely ask you why certain characters do what they do and you of course have no damn clue what to answer,

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)Getting details out of him will take a lot of time. At first he´d avoid questions, but as soon as he fully trusts you he´ll answer to you if you ever ask about something. The only time he´ll talk about his inner thoughts on his own accord is during one of your night deep talks.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)Katakuri is laid-back man. He would never get angered easily.The nly triggers he has are jokes about his face, people that mock his family and the risk of losing you.A fight i your relationship could be caused by you doing something reckless. He´d try to be as calm as possible, but if he is really angry he just cannot hold back. There might be afew situations that escalated and in the end he´d feel extremely guilty about some hurtful tings he said, so he will definetely be the first one to apologize.

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

He remembers EVERYTHING. Really, even things that you didn´t say out loud. If you for example look at a flower or something along the way, it will be on your bedside table the next morning. He also remembers even the smallest things you told him. The name of your first pet, the haircolour of kindergartenfriends brothers best friend....everything.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The wedding. He will remember this moment with a special joy in his heart.But the most precious memory for him will be the one in which he showed you his full face for the first time. You didn´t run away, weren´t disgusted. It makes him feel loved and respected.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

The sweet commander is used to fighting to protect his people, the island the family and you. He knows that there are a lot of enenmy that would never stop in front his innocent S/O, so he´ll be wary if the two of you are outside. Katakuri will alway watch out for you, if you like it or not. Should you go outside alone, he´ll send a bunch of soldiers to watch over you without you knowing ( he does not want you to feel constrained in any way.

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

A lot, he actually has a book in which he writes down little details about you and your interests. He always plans a lot before giving something. Always thinks verything through to make sure thta you´re 100 Percent happy.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His anger can get the better of him sometimes, he can lose control and hurt people he loves verbally (never physically of course)

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

We know him and we know the issues with his body, he is concerned about his looks so he wears the huge scarf to make sure that there is a barrier between the harsh world and his greatest weakness.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

When he is on missions you cannot attet due to safety reasons, he´ll feel kinda lost. Katakuri just misses his favourite person and they way they get him. He got used to having them around to talk to.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

His favourite colour is baby blue, because it reminds him of beautiful sunny days. He never had such trivial things like favourite colours before he met you, since he could never associate things with colours or songs or anthing. His life was dull and tasteless until you came along the way, colouring his life with your gentle touch, positive view of the world and kind words.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He´d hate his partner to be snubby or arrogant. He needs a kind person that is open for many things.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Kata actually rolls around a lot in his sleep, but this changes, when he shars his bed with you. He is subconscously afraid of crushing you.

I sincerely hope this suits you 💖❤💕🌹