#sprout's tea talk

[spurbleu]

after johnny’s death, you never got used to the switch from present to past.

because on the days when the flowers he clumsily helped you plant begin to sprout in the backyard, or when you sleep with his dog tag in your palm, it feels like he is more than he ever was.

your friends wince, when you slip up. the look in their eyes spells a pity you hate, and queues your abrupt exit at brunch. walking outside and swallowing the air johnny makes-made you lose when he’d crack a joke.

most people don’t get the grief of loosing someone so quickly you don’t have time to recognize they’re really gone.

but simon does.

he lets you talk about him like he’s still here, and part of you think it helps him, too. sitting with you over tea, making an extra cup ‘just in case’, talking like any second, johnny will walk through the door and ask “what’r ye sayin’ ‘bout meh, ay bonnie?”

he won’t.

but simon gives you a strange hope- that even if he doesn’t, the cup will stay warm. that he continues to live in between the spaces he used to occupy.

the friends and lovers he left behind.

[riddlesrizzler]

Greenhouse Seven

summary: When Hogwarts’ weed supply runs dry, Mattheo Riddle discovers the last place he expected to find salvation-a Hufflepuff characters: mattheo riddle. hufflepff! reader. mentions of theo nott and enzo berkshire. warnings: For clarity !!!! while the terms weed supplier and drug dealer are sometimes used interchangeably, there’s a difference. A weed supplier typically focuses solely on the distribution or growth of marijuana, whereas a drug dealer usually refers to someone dealing a variety of illegal substances. This story does not portray the characters as drug dealers. They’re strictly weed suppliers - nothing more. It’s a lighthearted story with a bit of magical mischief (and maybe some smoke in the air), but no involvement with any other substances. IM A CHILD OF THE DARE PROGRAM word count: 1.1k

It started with Theo flipping the stash drawer upside down like the weed would miraculously appear behind a sock.

“Shit,” he muttered, voice muffled as he dug deeper. “We’re officially f-”

“We’re not out,” Enzo interrupted from across the dorm, kicking his feet up onto the arm of the couch as he lazily stirred sugar into his tea. His curls were damp from the shower, and his tie hung loose around his neck like he hadn't decided whether today even mattered. “We’re just… momentarily low.”

“Theo’s right,” Mattheo cut in from the window seat, his tone sharper, quieter. His dark eyes were fixed on the swirling October fog outside, but his attention was clearly locked on the conversation. “We’ve got maybe a week. Less if the Gryffindors keep ordering those massive bundles.”

Enzo sat up straighter. “Okay, so we improvise. I could charm the next few grams into stretching-”

“We’re not selling trash,” Mattheo snapped. “We built a reputation. You want to throw that down the toilet so we can sell watered-down garbage?”

Theo sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair. “We’ve got to find a new grower. Fast.”

A tense silence fell, thick with the weight of urgency. The dorm, usually buzzing with late-night laughter and the scent of burned parchment, suddenly felt smaller. Colder. Even the enchanted record player in the corner seemed to hum quieter.

Then, like a switch had been flipped in his brain, Theo’s head shot up.

“Wait. Ravenclaw sixth year - Avery - I overheard him talking in the corridor last week. Swore someone was growing the real stuff. Said something about ‘lush leaves in a forgotten greenhouse.’ I didn’t think much of it at the time…”

Mattheo turned to face him fully now, brow lifting with curiosity. “Which greenhouse?”

“I think he said Seven.”

Enzo blinked. “Greenhouse Seven’s a graveyard. Nothing’s grown there since second year. Sprout keeps it locked up.”

Mattheo stood without another word, grabbing his coat and slinging it over his shoulder with a fluid motion.

“I’ll go check it out.”

He didn’t wait for input. The boys had learned long ago that when Mattheo decided something, he rarely looked back.

By the time he reached the edge of the grounds, Greenhouse Seven was almost completely swallowed by mist and ivy. The structure sagged with age, glass panes cracked and grimy, its metal frame creaking against the autumn wind. It looked forgotten - haunted, even - and yet something about it pulsed with quiet life.

The warped wooden door gave with a reluctant groan, and Mattheo stepped inside.

It was warm - unnaturally so, like the air inside obeyed a different season. A faint golden light flickered from deep within the tangled space, revealing rows of chaos: overturned pots, broken shelves, rusted shears hanging from pegs. But further in, where the shadows grew softer, something else came into view.

Nestled in the back, beneath a canopy of hanging fairy lights and softly glowing enchanted stones, was a pocket of vivid green. Neatly lined rows of thriving marijuana plants stood proud and healthy - glistening under the lights like they knew they were special.

And kneeling between them, humming to herself and dusted with dirt and calm like a walking spell, was a Hufflepuff girl.

You.

Your jumper was oversized and patchy at the elbows, sleeves pushed up to your forearms as your fingers gently examined the soil. Your hair was twisted into a lazy knot, strands framing your face where the light caught them. There was a steaming chipped mug at your side, a battered gardening journal open beside it. The entire scene felt… unreal. Peaceful.

You didn’t notice him at first. Not until the door groaned shut behind him.

“Who-?” you stood suddenly, wand half-raised, alarm flaring in your eyes.

Mattheo raised both hands in mock surrender, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Relax, flower. Not here to rat you out.”

Your brow pinched with suspicion. “Then what are you doing in my greenhouse?”

Mattheo stepped further into the light, eyeing the plants with clear appreciation. “Your greenhouse?”

“Well, Professor Sprout doesn’t exactly use it. I… repurposed it.”

His gaze flicked back to you. Cute. Smart. Kind of dangerous.

“I’m Mattheo,” he said simply, like the name should carry meaning.

You arched an unimpressed brow. “And?”

He chuckled, charmed despite himself. “I came on behalf of my… associates.”

“Associates?”

“You could say we supply Hogwarts,” he said, tone casual. “Used to, anyway. Until we ran low.”

You crossed your arms, eyeing him warily. “And now what? You want to steal mine?”

Mattheo shook his head, smile faint. “I don’t steal from artists. I collaborate with them.”

You didn’t laugh, but you didn’t hex him either - which he took as a win.

“Look,” he continued, stepping closer. “We’ve got reach. Systems. Loyal buyers. You’ve clearly got the product. Let’s help each other out.”

You stared at him, brow knit. “You’re asking me to team up with a bunch of Slytherins?”

“Not just any Slytherins,” he replied, voice a little lower now. “The ones who can make sure your secret garden stays exactly that - a secret. You grow. We distribute. We split profits. No risk. All reward.”

You hesitated. The greenhouse was your sanctuary. But you weren’t stupid - you knew how fast rumors spread, how dangerous it could get if the wrong person stumbled in.

“And if someone finds out?”

Mattheo’s expression darkened. “They won’t. Not with us watching your back.”

Silence fell again. A soft breeze rattled a loose pane overhead.

You looked down at your plants, then back at him. “Why should I trust you?”

Mattheo’s expression sobered just enough to make you pause. “Because I’m not the only one who’d come looking. You got lucky it was me tonight.”

Silence stretched between you, thick with something unspoken.

Then you sighed, brushing a leaf between your fingers. “You’ll keep the location a secret?”

“Cross my heart,” he said, mocking, tapping his chest.

You smiled faintly, then extended your hand, still smudged with soil. “Fine. But you bring me tea every time you come. And no messing with the plants. They like music and gentle company.”

Mattheo stared at your outstretched hand, amused - and just a little intrigued.

“Tea and gentle company,” he repeated. “What a terrifying pothead you’ll make.”

He shook your hand, fingers curling warm around yours.

And with that, a partnership formed - strange, unlikely, perfectly balanced between reckless ambition and grounded charm. A trio of underground Slytherin suppliers and the softest Hufflepuff grower Hogwarts had ever known.

It wouldn’t be the last night Mattheo stepped into that greenhouse - not even close. But for now, the deal was struck. And the smoke was only just beginning to rise.

[distantdarlings]

OUT OF IT // t. nott

RATING: R / 4.4K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Fem Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested - based on this* Theodore Nott has been your best friend for years, but the closeness that you’ve gained throughout your friendship proves to be a little too intimate for the two of you to handle.

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! PIV - no protection, fingering, light nipple play (f!receiving), dirty talk, tension, top!Theo, bottom!Reader, fem reader, language, super NOT proofread (lmk if I missed anything!)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Again (Sped Up) - Noah Cyrus

(Okay! So prep for this was super rushed bc I am about to go on vacation and just got done with a ton of work. I’m very sorry this is so quick and frazzled—hopefully you all can look past it. Thanks for your patience.)

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The dimly-lit corridors always felt so cozy around this time of the evening. The skies outside were pitch black and the only form of light was the flickering, honeyed candles mounted to the stone walls every few paces or so. A rather clever spell had been cast on them to keep them from dripping wax all over the floors.

You combed your fingers through your hair, letting the strands slide across your skin. Keeping your hair pinned up always gave you just a bit of a headache, but being able to take it down after classes was a relief like no other. Your fingernails scratched lightly over your scalp in an attempt to reestablish some blood flow throughout.

After a particularly difficult day, you wanted nothing more than to eat a quick dinner and then crash into your bed. You felt as if you’d been going non-stop since waking up this morning with nothing but a bagel and some tea in your stomach for the whole day. You were sure if you spoke to a muggle physician, they’d have some choice words for you. You could practically feel the dark circle sprouting beneath your eyes.

You turned one final candle-adorned hallway before arriving in front of the Great Hall. You arrived on the later side of the allotted dinner times, but you knew the food would stay on the table until the last student who intended to eat arrived. That was part of Hogwart’s lovely charm.

A wave of warmth from the fireplace in the corner washed over you like a blanket. The sudden temperature change brought on a case of chills across your body. A small shudder flowed through you.

Your eyes scanned the table on the far end of the room—its dark wooden surface topped with deep green runners and dishes of food. Sitting alongside the farthest end of the table were the most familiar faces in the entire school. A gentle smile appeared across your lips at the sight of your friends chatting and laughing together.

You approached the table with the same smile painted on. As you drew closer and caught a few eyes, you raised your hand for a polite wave. All of a sudden, you were a bit more awake than you had been.

A set of bright eyes turned and locked with yours, prompting a jolt of energy through your chest. You settled in next to the owner of those special eyes, allowing him to wrap his arm around you and pull you in close.

“How was your day, tesoro?” Theo asked, pressing a small kiss to the side of your head.

“It was good. What about yours?” you asked. He shrugged and flashed you a smile. He’d never been one to talk much about his day.

You gathered some food onto your plate, Theo never taking his arm from around you even when he went back to eating.

“So, how was everyone’s day?” Enzo asked cheekily, eyeing the two of you. The young man in front of you had always had a deep insistence that you and Theodore Nott would be the perfect couple.

“You’re perfect for each other,” he would say. “You compliment each other so well, plus you’re already so comfortable around each other!” To which, you’d always laugh and shake your head, only mostly ignoring the fantasies that would twirl through your mind after the fact.

You were not going to date Theodore Nott. He was your best friend—had been for years.

“Fine, thanks,” you replied snarkily, popping some kind of berry into your mouth. It crunched between your teeth pleasantly, bleeding dark, sweet juice. It was unlike any other fruits you’d ever tasted, but you never knew what you were going to taste at Hogwarts.

“Mm, you’ve got a bit of—” Theo started. Still chewing on a bit of food, he ran the thumb of his free hand over the corner of your lip and promptly placed it against his tongue. He sucked the flavor off of his skin, then turned back to his dinner.

It didn’t much bother you, just ignited a bit of heat against the wall of your gut. Mattheo and Enzo, however, acted like they’d just seen someone hurl into the dinner bowls.

“Hello, friends!”

The group turned to face Pansy Parkinson. A dainty, but lean girl with striking black hair cut across her cheeks in sharp, even lines. She was truly one of your only female friends, considering how often you hung around a male party.

“Hey, Pans!” The group chorused, offering lazy waves and full-mouthed smiles. She smiled a bit and took a seat next to Enzo. She selected an apple from the bowl just before her and took a large chunk out of it, her pale eyes flicking around the table.

“Why are you all so quiet?” she mumbled around chunks of apple.

Enzo snuck his arm down beneath the table and discreetly bumped Pansy’s ribs with his elbow twice. They were sure you hadn’t seen their little gesture that translated to ‘I’ll fill you in later,’ but you most definitely had.

You struggled not to roll your eyes as you knew they’d gossip for hours about how you and Theo would be the perfect couple. Honestly, it used to bother you a bit, knowing your friends were talking about you behind your back. But with a quick and direct questioning of Enzo, you realized that they weren’t so much gossiping about you as they were rooting for you. Their support didn’t matter, though. You would not be dating Theodore Nott.

***

That night, as you had begun to settle in for bed, you found yourself thinking of Theo. You always thought of him around bed time. There was never really a time when your best friend wasn’t floating around your head, but at night, when you were recapping your day, you thought of him.

Theo had a nasty habit of popping into your head at the worst of times. During tests, holidays with your families, your dreams, and even when you…when you would get into bed and slide the velvet drapes hung around the frame shut, and let your hands slide beneath the covers.

You swallowed thickly at the thought. You would not be dating Theodore Nott. No matter if he did cross your mind when you touched yourself. You inhaled shakily and slid beneath the covers, ignoring the ache in your chest and the pulsing between your legs.

***

The next morning, you found yourself wandering down to the Great Hall just as you had done the night before for dinner.

And just like last night, Pansy, Enzo, Mattheo, and Theo were waiting for you just like they always were.

You slid into the space beside Theo and laid a sleepy head against his shoulder, letting a slightly dramatic huff out.

“Oh dear, looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Theo teased, placing a kiss to the top of your head. The audience members before you each made a different face at the show of affection. It never bothered you and it had seemingly never bothers Theo, but your friends had a habit of turning it into something it didn’t need to be.

“Yes, I did,” you sighed. “I barely slept a wink last night—I was tossing and turning all night.” Which was not a lie, but a bit of an understatement. Your sleep had been plagued with visions of Theo.

Theo looking at you, Theo kissing you, Theo touching you, Theo Theo Theo. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Theo looked down at you. You met his eyes.

“Is everything alright?” he asked.

“Yes, why?”

“You’re clenching my arm really hard,” he chuckled, glancing down at your clutched fist around his arm. Oh. You quickly let go of him and apologized, embarrassed that he was having such a physical effect on you. You’d never been so distracted before. Sure, you’d had these thoughts of Theo before but it had never affected you in your everyday life, and certainly not in front of him.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” Enzo interrupted. You turned and the three sitting across from you all seemed to be staring with concern.

“You seem out of it…,” Mattheo said, looking you up and down. Pansy voiced a small agreement.

“I’m fine,” you chuckled nervously. Theo placed a hand on your back and began to rub comforting circles around the center of your spine.

His touch against you was almost too much to bear.

You shied away from him and, forcing a smile, you got to your feet and quickly excused yourself. You knew if you looked back, all of them would still be staring at you but you needed to get away. Theo’s hand on your back was nearly enough to make you come undone.

These altered feelings of him had your mind running haywire.

You scurried off down the halls, twisting and turning, and avoiding any and everyone. The Slytherin dungeons weren’t that far from the Great Hall, but every step you took made the hallway feel as if it was elongating. It felt as though you would never reach it and as if you’d be walking for the rest of eternity, when you came upon the secret entrance.

You mumbled the password then slipped through the doorway.

Other than a few scattered students, there was practically no one in the common room. Hopefully you’d be able to get a bit of privacy upstairs in your bedroom.

Thoughts of Theo swirled around your head, threatening to fall in on you and drown you in your own desire. You had no idea why he was having such an effect on you.

Once you came upon the door to your dorm, you pushed through the door, slammed it quickly behind you, and collapsed onto your bed. A quick survey of the room told you that it was empty, except for your panting body.

You set yourself against your pillows, drawing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. If you kept having such an issue, you were just going to have to avoid your friends for the next few days.

You refused to let any silly thoughts get in the way of your friendship with Theo. You’d had plenty of intrusive thoughts pertaining to him in the past. That didn’t mean you were in love with him or had any feelings for him other than platonic. People had weird thoughts about their friends all of the time—it didn’t make them true.

A knock on the door drove its way through your train of thought. A small jolt ran through your body at the sudden sound.

Assuming it was just one of your roommates, you invited them in. But one of your roommates did not walk through the door. Theo did.

Upon seeing him, you shot up to a sitting position almost immediately.

“Theo—I didn’t know it was you, I’d really like to be alone right now if—”

“That’s fine. I’ll leave as soon as you tell me what’s wrong.”

His eyes were stern with his jaw clenched tightly, the muscle running across the bone rippling with every grind of his teeth. If you didn’t know this boy like the back of your hand, you might’ve mistook his concern for fury.

“Nothing’s wrong. Like I said, I’m just tired.”

“There’s something else,” he spoke. “I can tell. I’ve known you for nearly as long as I’ve been alive. Do you seriously think I can’t tell when something’s bothering you? You brushed away my hand, you—you barely looked at me earlier. You’ve never, ever turned me away like that—and if you decide you’re done with me, w-with us—that’s fine, but I deserve an explanation.” He stepped forward and left nothing but a few inches between the two of you. “I demand one.”

His ramble ended with deep, heaving breaths, his eyes staring down at you with longing and panic, and your saliva nearly getting caught in your throat. If you hadn’t closed your mouth that had been gaping open, you might’ve choked.

He stood so closely, you could feel his breaths on your chest. You attempted to avoid his eyes but it was as if he’d locked you to him. You couldn’t pull away.

“Theo, I’m not…done with you,” you exhaled shakily, “I always want you.”

His eyes softened a bit.

“Er, to be here with me as my friend!” you gasped out quickly, trying to ease the landing of the borderline confession you’d just spouted out.

His mouth dropped a bit as he seemed almost disappointed. Surely he didn’t feel the same way.

“What if I want to be here with you…but as more than just a friend,” he whispered. His deep voice rumbled beneath the pressure of his chapped lips. You couldn’t help but glance down at them briefly.

Once you had, his breath hitched in his throat just a bit, and you knew he’d seen you. You knew he’d seen your eyes dart from his deep, crystalline eyes to his barely parted lips. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, just enough to grant them some hydration from how deeply the two of you had been breathing. A shudder passed through you at the sight.

“What’s…more than a friend?” you breathed, your voice wavering as you found it increasingly harder to pull your eyes away from his lips.

What a stupid thing to ask.

“I want to show you what it is,” he said. “I want you to feel what more than a friend is.”

You almost jumped out of your skin when the tips of his fingers brushed against your forearm. He seemed to be testing the waters and, though your reaction wasn’t exactly calm, must have decided that it was okay to move forward again. The fingers from the opposite hand brushed alongside your other arm.

“Let me show you what it feels like,” he whispered.

“I don’t want to lose anything we have because of one stupid mistake—because we couldn’t control ourselves,” you said, biting your lip nervously. You knew it was a cruel thing to say but it was the truth. Theo was the best thing that had ever happened to you, even before you couldn’t escape the feeling of his eyes on you.

“I won’t let anything change us,” he said. “Let me give you all of me before you decide you need some of me.”

Shakily, you pressed your lips together and nodded slowly. You were all his.

He smiled just a bit, a shaking breath pushing through his lips as if he’d been holding it for a while.

His hands were slow and patient, carefully mapping out every place he intended to touch and ensuring that it was completely okay with you before doing so.

Fingers traced over your hips and across your ribs through your uniform shirt. Even through the material, you felt his simulated touch eliciting chills across your stomach and arms. He smirked a bit at the way the small hairs there stood up.

“Can I touch your skin?” he asked, his eyes finding yours. You nodded in response.

At your immediate consent, he took no time in easing the hem of your shirt out from beneath your skirt. The tucked-in material had created indentations along your flesh from pressing into it all day. His fingers traced along the swirls of marks across your hips.

His hot skin on yours was nearly too much to handle—you swore you felt your knees buckle.

After the initial shyness of skin-on-skin, you could feel Theo’s hands splay wide on either side of your hips and move across your abdomen and all the way to the back. His fingers brushed across the strap of your bra just as a raging heat split your stomach in two.

“Can I?” he asked. Of course, you nodded.

With a second set of permissions, he felt even bolder. He sucked in a strong breath and, with quick and intense movements, brought his hands out from beneath your shirt and began to unfasten the buttons.

With each button he pulled open, he placed a hot kiss to the skin revealed. Your breaths came in deep heaves, your chest lurching towards him pathetically.

His tongue brushed over the cleavage split evenly by the pressure of your bra. With your chest nearly completely revealed to him, Theo’s eyes darkened severely.

His eyes found yours again. The two of you regained consciousness for only a moment to realize where you were and what you were doing, before you clasped your hands around his head and pulled his mouth to yours.

With a fiery desire, he slipped his hands beneath your thighs and, with subtle clumsiness, lifted you off the floor just enough to push you up against the stone wall in the corner.

A shy moan slipped from between your lips at the feeling of your body trapped in between him and the wall.

His lips devoured yours like a man starved. He drank up every drop of saliva granted by each slide of your tongue along his, never wasting a single bit. His hands gripped at you mercilessly—at your hips, your chest, your ass. It wasn’t long before your shirt was completely unbuttoned and slid messily down your shoulders and your shoes slipped off and kicked somewhere into the corner.

As the two of you took a moment to breath, noses pressed to each other and breaths intermingling, Theo contemplated his next moves.

“I want to take care of you,” he heaved, a bead of sweat sliding down his sharply detailed throat.

“Please… have me as you will,” you whined, hardly able to stand being away from him in these few seconds.

The sounds of your begging did nothing but urge him forward, cutting through every strap of restraint he may have still had. He fucking loved it.

“Let me make you feel good,” he whispered.

He slid his finger down across your neck, tightening his grip just barely around your throat, then sliding them down across your breasts. He kneaded the sore tissue there, reveling in the way your lips parted at the feeling.

His fingers slid over the metal clasp that sat squarely between your breasts, shining in the firelight, waiting for him to separate it.

Before touching your chest any further, he wrapped his hands around your thighs once more and wrapped them around his waist, balancing you against the wall behind you.

His fingers then returned to their post at your bra and effortlessly split the clasp. The pressure of your breasts popped the fabric apart, quickly revealing your chest to the boy before you.

He moaned at the sight of your gorgeous chest and could not resist from placing his lips around each nipple, swirling his tongue around them perfectly. Your head fell back against the wall, your hands clutching at this hair, your legs wrapped around his body.

“You’re so perfect—gonna make you feel so good,” he mumbled.

His hands and lips reluctantly separated from your chest and pulled you away from the wall for just a moment. He walked you over to the recession in the wall where the windowsill waited for your body weight.

The drapes were pulled together but you imagined that you wouldn’t be so angry if they weren’t.

Theo set you down against the cool stone and slid your hips against him.

With no regard for what you were going to do for your next day of classes, he roughly split your tights to reveal the bottoms beneath.

He let out a moan at the sight of you—you were better than he’d ever imagined.

Flipping your skirt up, he traced a single, trained finger over the slit of fabric covering the most sensitive part of your body. You let out a wavering moan at the sensation, gripping onto his shoulders tightly.

“Please, Theo, no more teasing,” you groaned, sliding your hips closer to his. The motion pressed your core against his, creating a type of friction that was more than delicious. The both of you paused and shuddered against each other’s mouth.

If Theo had any restraint left in his body, it was this that destroyed it.

He slid a finger beneath the material of your bottoms and slid them to the side, revealing you to the cool air. You shuddered a bit at the feeling, not prepared for the sudden change in temperature.

He traced his fingers along your folds again, collecting slicks of moisture along them. You could barely keep up with his pace, not sure whether to moan or cry or beg for more.

Once soaked enough, he slid a finger into you, allowing you to stretch around it. You cried out to the night air, clutching at his shirt like you might slip away from this world if he kept easing you open just as he was.

There were blinks of time where he’d slip another finger in just beside the other, stretching you farther than you’d ever been before, but you could hardly grasp where you were in time and space. All you could feel, think, smell, hear, taste was Theodore Nott.

When years had passed and he’d built you up to your climax twice already, he decided that he was ready to give you all of him.

The layer of sweat across your body and cloud of exhaustion that plagued your mind seemed to be no obstacle for a still very wired Theo. He was ready to fuck himself into you until you were begging for mercy. He’d been waiting for this for years.

“Turn over for me, sweetheart,” he said lovingly, a stark contrast to the brutality with which he’d worked you apart.

Slow-moving from exhaustion but still eager for more of his touch, you forced yourself onto your stomach. Your hands gripped onto the drapes for some sense of purchase—hopefully they wouldn’t collapse down around the two of you, revealing both of your bodies to the world.

When the rustling of his clothing and the clinking of his belt hit your ears, the entire lower half of your body twinged in anticipation. You gasped lowly as his hands slipped beneath your skirt, slowly smoothing his fingers over the fabric of your bottoms before gripping them and sliding them down your legs.

He allowed you to step out of them before he pushed you back up against the stone and slid himself across your entrance. You sucked in a breath sharply at the sensation, your fingers digging into the canvas drapes so tightly they burned white around the knuckles.

One hand gripped your bare hips while the other slowly guided himself into you all the way to the hilt. The slow stretch he had provided you before was nothing compared to the fire burning below now. Your eyes clenched shut, bursts of tears slipping down your cheeks.

“Breathe, bella,” he groaned softly as he allowed you to adjust while refraining from going as fast and as hard as he could.

It took only a moment before you asked him to move, and begged him to claim you fully. And then he was controlling every inch of what you received, ruthlessly, yet lovingly.

The silence of the room was filled with his breathless groans, your stuttering words, and the force of his hips hitting yours. You’d hardly be able to stand if it weren’t for his strong hands holding your hips up, keeping you just where he wanted you for each force of his hips.

With each passing second, you found your grip on the fabric above you becoming weaker and your ability to hold yourself up diminishing. With the pace he’d set, you’d be finishing any minute and he knew it.

And by the way his speed stuttered every so often and his hands gripped onto the fabric of your skirt, you figured he couldn’t be far behind you.

Your naked breasts lightly scraped against the stone with every push from behind, rubbing the sensitive skin just enough to push you over your edge and crash within yourself. You cried out from the force of the pleasure that hit you.

As soon as you had managed to finish against him, the tightening of your muscles tipped him over the cliff side he stood atop, forcing him to the waves below.

He worked himself through his climax before slowing to a stop and collapsing against you. The sweat on your skin mingled together, creating a hot seal between your bodies. You could hardly catch your breath between the windowsill pressed against you and the strong man behind you.

“Theo,” you whined. “Get off…”

He responded with a huff and a moment’s silence, before pushing off of you. Your skin separated with a sticky pull.

He gently pulled you away from the window, slid your messed skirt down and helped you slide into your bed. He slid in next to you for just a moment.

“I think I’m about to pass out and sleep for the next 48 hours,” you chuckled lazily.

“Would you say I gave enough of myself?” he smirked, brushing a strand away from your forehead.

“I’d say it was more than enough,” you said, rolling your eyes at his confidence.

“Well, I’m yours anytime you want me.” He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead, before getting to his feet and beginning to redress.

“No,” you fussed. “Why are you leaving?”

“Because it’s the middle of the day and I’m missing my classes,” he laughed, tightening his belt back to its proper place.

“I am too—just skip with me today,” you begged.

“No, darling, I’ve got to get back to class. I’ve got too many assignments due today. I’ll let them know you won’t be making it in today, though.”

“What are you going to tell them if they ask?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Mm, I’ll let them know that you had a rough morning and you’re gonna sleep it off.”

He smirked meanly before slipping through the dorm door and leaving you in silence, bundled up in your bed and nearly too tired to even try and get ready for classes.

One day off wouldn’t be too big of a deal.

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[chocobje]

How I like to characterize Sprout is that he’s great talking with the ones he’s close with (Cosmo, Astro, etc.) But incredibly socially awkward with others. He comes off as brash, but he’s trying his best.

What guidelines do you try to follow when writing Sprout? I’m just curious.

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to yap about one of my favourite characters hehe..

You asked for guidelines I gave you a character analysis instead.

(Don't mind the images I didn't want this post to look naked)

ALSO NOTE THAT AT THE END OF THE DAY THIS IS MERELY MY INTERPRETATION OF HIS CHARACTER. EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN!! Don't take my post as a mandatory guide to follow.

Let's talk about what's canon:

I like checking the Wikipedia for his dialogues every now and then to make sure he's not too out-of-character.

Sprout comes off as blunt, he does not sugarcoat his words when he has something to say.

Not even an excuse or a reason as to why he doesn't want to join Teagan for tea; It was straight up a "no" until Teagan told him Cosmo will join them too. (Also I want to point out he doesn't immediately say yes when he's told Cosmo will be there, so for all we know he'd still decline even if his best friend's joining Teagan).

Dandy's dialogue when you purchase Sprout. I think about it a lot. Out of all the character dialogues, the one with Astro is what I feel like is an example of his overprotectiveness coming across as "pushy".

He'd definitely be the type to scold his friends. Especially after Gardenview's shutdown with all the Twisteds wreaking havoc and whatnot. I don't think Sprout is fond of going on runs, but only does so he can watch over everyone and keep them safe. He makes sure everyone is focused and on high alert, he doesn't want anyone to be reckless.

He prioritizes safety over answers. His dialogue with Rodger shows that. Maybe he's also curious as to what has happened, because in Vee's dialogue he tried talking to Dandy only for Dandy to walk away. I assume Sprout just wanted to check up on him rather than knowing what's going on with Gardenview and the Twisteds.

Another thing I don't really see often is how Sprout is actually pretty forgetful and impulsive.

For a Toon who's constantly keeping watch on everyone he surely does not apply the same kind of attention to himself.

He talks before thinking about his words, but once he realized that he immediately apologized to Vee. I don't think he always notices when he comes across as rude though.

I actually think he's actually quite reckless when he bakes. I obviously can't show it in this post but if you look at that animation with Cosmo and Sprout baking they're not even measuring the ingredients. I mean what. 😭

The way he bakes feels so impulsive and it just looked like they were winging it. Somehow despite that their baked goods still end up great and that's honestly impressive.

Okay now for that dialogue between Bobette and Sprout, I was getting there-- I've never made a gingerbread house but from what I've seen from other people it requires a lot more patience and carefulness.

Sprout is neither.

According to him, his gingerbread house fell apart immediately and then he stopped trying afterwards. It's honestly funny.

I feel like this also shows through his stats. Both his extraction speed and skillcheck is 2 stars. His stamina and speed is way higher. He prefers running around, probably to make sure he can watch over everyone during their runs. That or because he has long legs.

Anyway to recap; Sprout in canon is blunt, pushy, overprotective, and impulsive. But he genuinely has good intentions and means well. He cares for his friends, which is why he scolds them because he wants to make sure they're safe.

Now for some headcanons:

Okay this is the part where I make stuff up. So it's just my take;

• He has ADHD.

I'M STARTING WITH THE NEURODIVERGENT HEADCANON.

This is not a unique headcanon. I've seen so many people who headcanons this too so it's relatively popular. Personally, I only see him with ADHD. (I'm projecting).

He's forgetful, impulsive, and quite socially awkward in a way aswell. He's easily distracted. He keeps forgetting about the oven. He's impulsive when baking. I'm a very impulsive and reckless person myself, I constantly make mistakes when I draw, yet somehow they end up okay 😭. When I'm not able to draw something right, I give up immediately. (I projected this onto the gingerbread house thing earlier).

• He comes across as intimidating.

You know in Kids' birthday parties when there's a mascot a lotta kids go run and hide? I based it off of that. I remember when I was like, 6 or 7, when a mascot came in I cried and hid under a table. They were tall.. <\3

I feel like there was a concerning number of kids who were actually afraid of him, despite how friendly he appears both in person and in the show. Maybe it's the RBF when he's not smiling..

I also like to think he's taller than some of the kids who comes to Gardenview which plays a factor to the whole "intimidating" thing. The way Sprout deals with this is giving the kids cupcakes or other sweets. Once the kids actually talk to him they're immediately comfortable.

• He was one of the very first to become "Twisted".

I don't have a concrete idea on how the story of the game goes, but I always imagine the Mains being the first victims. Sprout is a healer and he keeps an eye on everyone, so he had to go first.

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Okay, I think that's all now. If you read all of that wow thanks, this took me hours to write 😭. I love overanalysing characters.

[amongemeraldclouds]

love blooms in strange places

When Mattheo was assigned to help you tend to the greenhouse as punishment, he never expected detention could be so pleasant.

Mattheo Riddle x f!Reader | Based on this request

Warning: fluff, one use of y/n, used my creative license to come up with plant lore and magic to serve the plot.

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When Mattheo Riddle started his day, the greenhouse was the last place he expected he would be. Yet that’s exactly where he was headed, kicking up dirt as he went.

Snape’s words haunted him as he slowed to the door. “Mr. Riddle, you had been in detention several times just this month alone. If you will not learn by reflection, you will learn by deed. As punishment, you will have to help y/n cultivate plants for a week.”

Before Mattheo could open his mouth, Snape raised his hand. “Any protests and we will make it a month.” He knew better than to talk.

He shook his head as he opened the door, eager to get it over with. He took in pots and plants of various shades of green, color sprouting sporadically where flowers and fruits blossomed. Then there was you.

You saw the curly haired boy approach, Mattheo Riddle, you recalled. Everything about him spelled trouble from the frown fixed on his face, to his askew tie, and the way he strut as if the entire world bent to his will.

You smiled and introduced yourself politely. Your mum after all had raised you to give others a chance. To look beyond first impressions.

Still, it didn’t surprise you when his frown stayed glued to his face. “Mattheo Riddle,” he just stated by way of introduction. “Here’s how this will work. I’m going to stay here,” he said, grabbing a chair at the side of the greenhouse and taking a seat. “I’ll stay out of your way, you stay out of mine. When the time is over, I’ll walk away. Nice and simple.”

“So you’ll just let me do all the work?” You huffed, your fists clenched by your side.

“Glad you’re catching on, darling. Go on. Some would say it’s a privilege to be around me but it’s okay if you don’t see that yet.” He flashed you a shit eating grin and propped his legs up the table across him. Such a shame. He’d probably be handsome if his personality weren’t so rotten.

You caught yourself and your expression turned livid. “No, being around you is punishment. I don’t know what I did to Snape to deserve this,” you mumbled to yourself.

Your mum may have raised you to be polite, but she also taught you to stand up against bullies. You strode over to the arrogant boy, plucking a bearded iris on your way. You crushed it beneath your fingers, muttering an incantation.

When you were close enough, you hurled the crushed petals at his feet. Upon impact, sparks burst. Bright searing sprays of light was accompanied by a loud bang.

Mattheo dodged it, losing his balance. His chair tipped backwards. He crashed to the floor.

The bearded iris was otherwise called the firebreather iris. He should have known better than to challenge you.

You towered over him. “You will help me as Snape intended. It’s bad enough I have to spend time with you. You will make yourself useful or that,” you pointed at the ashes of the firebreather iris, “is just the beginning of what I can do. There are poisonous plants around here like nightshade. I will not hesitate to use them and make it look like an accident.”

He looked at you as if he saw you for the first time. The fire was brighter in your eyes than the spark you had thrown. He was silent for a beat as he recalled what Theo warned him about nice girls. You never wanted to see them mad. They were always more clever and therefore more dangerous.

As much as he loved danger, he very much preferred to stay alive. Besides, things just got more interesting. He schooled his face to a bored expression. “Fine,” he said standing back up and dusting the dirt from his clothes and hair. “If you teach me that cool trick, I’ll help out.”

“Stick around and I’ll teach you a few things,” you nodded, satisfied. You tossed him a pair of gloves. “We’ll start here, plant boy.” He suppressed the smile that threatened to break across his features. It was fascinating how you snapped quickly back to your good natured self, as if you weren’t just threatening him moments earlier. If there was anything Mattheo loved, it was a challenge.

As he put on the gloves, he felt detention wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Threatened by the poison and lured in by the idea of learning plant magic, Mattheo had surprisingly been a helpful herbology partner.

Yes, he was stubborn and annoying. But at the end of the day, he was quick to pick up the steps, memorizing which fertilizer to use for what plant, and how much water each plant needed.

The weeks quickly passed and you found a comfortable rhythm. You just had to put up with those terrible lines.

“Are you a flower bed?” Mattheo asked, his face streaked with dirt as he hauled another bag of soil.

“What is it this time?” You rolled your eyes. You found it impossibly adorable and ridiculous how he managed to get dirt all over his face despite wearing gloves and other gardening gear.

“Let’s pretend you asked me why. ‘Cause I want to lay you down and get dirty,” Mattheo said with his signature smirk.

You tried not to laugh, but you couldn’t wipe the silly grin off your face. Mattheo considered it a win. “That seriously works for you?” You pointed in his general direction. “I’d rather choke on a cactus,” you beamed.

Mattheo chuckled, “then I want to be a cactus.”

“Oh why, because you’re a prick?” You retorted, shoveling more soil to the new pot.

“No, you can’t use these lines against me,” he said, narrowing his eyes, grabbing a handful of soil.

“Don’t be such a weeping willow about it,” you quipped. “And I swear if you throw that lump of soil, you’ll have to clean it up.”

“Why don’t we go straight to the cleaning part?” He teased instead, returning the soil. He grabbed the water hose nearby and turned it on, aiming it directly at you.

Before you could react, you felt a steady stream of water hit you, the cold shocking your entire system. “You really did it,” you muttered uselessly, releasing a string of curses as you gathered your wits about you.

You ran after him, but he was quick to deflect, running off the opposite direction, taking the hose with him. Five steps in, you slipped on the mud and landed on your back. The wind rushed out your lungs and you laid there recovering your breath.

“Salazar! Are you ok?” He asked, running towards you.

“Come here,” you spoke softly and he leaned in to hear you.

“My name is not Salazar,” you declared when he was close enough. “It’s an expressio—“ he tried to explain but in one swift motion, you grabbed the collar of his shirt. The surprise was enough to send him down the floor. He slipped in the mud and joined you. You grabbed the hose from him and sprayed him with water.

He flailed for a few seconds before he caught purchase and rolled over you, yanking the hose away and then switching it off. You both found yourselves in hysterics, bodies shaking from the cold and laughter.

“I can’t believe it. You really laid me down and got me dirty,” you managed to say in between laughter.

“This is not what I meant. But if you want to know what I mean,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. But he was rendered speechless, the words and laughter faded in his throat.

He didn’t think it was possible. But up close, you were even more beautiful with your captivating eyes and kissable lips.

His intense gaze stole the laughter and breath from your lungs. You felt his heartbeat drum against yours, your breaths mingled with one another.

It sunk in then that he was on top of you, gazing at you like he wanted to do a hundred and one sinful things to you. He had a forest full of desires and you wanted to explore every corner of it. To go on an adventure with him. So you did.

You weren’t sure who started it, but the next second you found yourselves kissing each other. It was better than any euphoria plants could induce. His lips felt surprisingly soft and he started off tentative, seeing if you were okay with it. You just needed more and he quickly matched your pace, taking in as much of you as he could.

He was no longer gentle and he ran his hand through your mud streaked hair, holding you just where he needed you, deepening the kiss. You tugged on his hair in return and he rewarded you with a groan, his chest rumbling against you. He licked your lower lip, prompting you to open your mouth as his tongue darted in, exploring until you both needed to come up for air. Panting against each other.

“Why are you looking at me like I just kicked a puppy?” He asked.

You shook your head. “You’re just a boy trying to get through detention,” you stated.

“Darling, my detention was only a week long,” he admitted.

Your eyes widened. “But this is your third week helping me.”

“You still haven’t taught me how to make fire with flowers yet,” he said, kissing you on the nose.

“You’re not afraid I’d poison you?” You narrowed your eyes, recalling your threat.

“I looked it up. The nightshade you mentioned that first week isn’t even poisonous. You never meant to poison me, dear.”

“But you fell for it, that’s what mattered,” you insisted.

“Maybe it’s you I’ve pollen for,” he quipped.

“You’re never gonna stop with the plant puns, aren’t you?”

“No, because you’re ivy and you’ve fully crept in my thoughts. Next, you can creep in my—” you kissed him then to shut him up. He didn’t seem to mind at all. You really had had enough of his silly plant puns, even though you couldn’t get enough of him.

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[hrrtshape]

⠀⠀⠀⠀hogwarts sex ed 101 . . . there wasn't one ,

ok so. sex ed at hogwarts. 1977. marauders era. the year god said 'what if i put all the bisexuals in one school and didn't teach them a single thing about genitals, boundaries, or the consequences of dry humping in a cupboard.' he did. welcome to the british wizarding education system. funded by divorce, powered by unresolved tension. narrated by emma. you're welcome for this very necessary and useful piece of information.

so. no. there wasn't sex ed at hogwarts. like. not even the ghost of it. not even a euphemism. not even a pamphlet. there was one stained copy of magical maturity and you in the infirmary and it was locked in a drawer under madam pomfrey's shame. it had illustrations. they moved. someone cursed it in '62 so now it plays low moaning sounds when you turn the pages. sirius black used to check it out "for research" and then giggle in the common room like a french exchange student who just learned the word "thrust."

you've got to understand. this was a school that thought putting a werewolf in an abandoned manor once a month and praying no one opens it was a viable health plan. sex ed??? no. they had banshee management for beginners. they had magical menses: a guide to not hexing your classmates when you're bleeding. they had one seminar on unwanted transformations during puberty but it was mostly about not turning into a beetle when you get horny. which. relatable.

the only people who talked about sex were the portraits. and they were weird about it. sir cadogan once tried to explain contraception using a metaphor involving dragon intestines and a chastity spell invented by merlin's ex. it did not clear things up. students got all their info from older cousins, contraband witch weekly issues, and the backs of chocolate frog cards where someone had scribbled "you can't get pregnant if you're on top" in green ink. wrong. so wrong.

the boys' dorm smelled like socks, and something evil. every time someone mentioned "wand length," james potter made a joke and remus lupin visibly aged five years. lily evans read the female eunuch under her duvet with a stolen wandlight and had a moral crisis every thursday. mary macdonald was the only person in the entire school who knew what a clitoris was. so she became god. people asked her questions like she was the oracle of delphi but for genitals. "mary, can you get pregnant from a bubble-head charm?" "mary, what's foreplay?" "mary, why do my pants feel weird when snape talks about potions?" (and he talked a looooot about them. subtle foreshadowing). my girl was busy. marlene was up there too but she never spoke out so she never got her own hotline.

sex was happening. everywhere. god knows it, i know it, you now know it too. in greenhouses, in empty classrooms, in the astronomy tower. it was a budget rom-com with trauma. there was a rumour that if you made out under the whomping willow at the exact moment it smacked a bird out of the air, you'd lose your virginity by osmosis. again, wrong. someone tried it. got concussed.

teachers pretended none of it existed. mcgonagall's sex talk was "don't get caught." dumbledore's was just making intense eye contact with you over a lemon drop and saying "magic is a sacred bond." slughorn had absolutely hosted orgies in the '20s. sprout once gave a lecture on pollination that made half the class cry and the other half extremely confused about flowers.

if you asked filch where babies came from, he'd say "the ministry" and limp away. if you asked peeves, he'd mime something unspeakable and then chant "one-two buckle-my-shoe, syphilis is after you!" honestly not even the worst advice.

but. like. this wasn't unique to hogwarts. this was just. britain. the 70s. everyone was either having sex or terrified of it or convinced it could be cured with chamomile tea. sirius black had a whole phase where he thought wanking made you go blind. he wore sunglasses for three weeks. refused to explain.

anyways. do not confundus your girlfriend's uterus. do not confundus anything. read a book. read two books.

also let's talk shame. catholic levels of repression. protestant levels of awkwardness. dionysian levels of impulse control. no one knew what they were doing and everyone was pretending. people said stuff like "deflowering" and meant it. they thought it was romantic. they thought love looked like sneaking into the potions dungeon and dry-humping to the sound of dripping cauldrons. they thought "i want to feel your magic inside me" was a line. it was not. it was a red flag on fire.

⠀⠀⠀so. was there sex ed at hogwarts?

no. but there was sexual miseducation. there were bad metaphors. there were prefects giving unsolicited advice in the lav.

and if you're wondering where i was in all this . . . i was that girl. i saw everything. i judged everyone. i'm dating a slytherin boy and i'm never confessing anything, even if the lord shall taketh me away no. absolutely not. expelliarmus.

i'm not saying i saved hogwarts. but i did tape an illustrated anatomy chart to the wall of the girls' bathroom and label it in four languages. i did distribute cursed zines about safe sex that moaned when opened. i did hex someone's trousers off for saying "girls don't get horny." you're welcome, feminists.

sex ed at hogwarts was me. and mary. and trauma. and bad latin. and the slow, horrible realisation that magic doesn't replace literacy.

we learned. painfully. and now i'm sharing it.

⠀i do have a masterlist where you can catch all of my stories oh em gee.....

[wafflexdguy]

The Sales Pitch

Authors Notes: You know how Dandy usually has a snarky ass comment whenever you buy a Toon? Well, this is whenever you buy yourself like you would ingame. Just a random stupid thing I came up with. 

For the record, it's Dandy talking about your relationship with the toon you wished to be shipped with then whatever description you'd like. Or not, whatever you'd like. 

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Buying YOU while shipped with other characters!

For Tumblr users... Taste the rainbow!

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Astro:

"Oh, them...! They seem really happy around their friend!"

Boxten:

"Them and Boxten are really comfortable around each other! They really seem to enjoy each others company a lot!"

Brightney:

"They really seem to keep Brightney from overworking herself. How noble!"

Connie:

"Don't... Don't leave those two together alone for more than five minutes."

Cosmo:

"Them and Cosmo are really sweet to each other! Both figuratively and literally, hehe..."

Dandy:

(Ignoring he might refuse your sale to anyone at all)

"That's my best pal! Don't you dare get them hurt." 

Flutter:

"Fly high! Hehe..."

Finn:

"Ah, two fish in the same pond, those two! Fish puns galore, haha..."

Gigi:

"I'm pretty sure Gigi has... 'Borrowed' a few things from them."

Goob:

"Them and Goob are really close! Probably because Goob hugs them all the time, hehe!"

Glisten:

"They're really... Encouraging of Glisten!"

Looey:

"Although not officially part of the circus troupe, they might as well be!"

-Skipping Pebble-

Poppy:

"Haha, loud ones those two! And helpful too!"

R&D:

"Razzle and Dazzle has really helped them out with plays! Quite they actor, they are!"

Rodger:

"Those two really are... inquisitive together! (One more than the other...)"

Scraps:

"Them and Scraps really love their arts and crafts together!"

Shelly:

"They've really taken in interest into dinosaurs... No idea why!"

Sprout:

"Ah. Them and Sprout... Well, at least they're happy together!"

Shrimpo:

"Oh, how I pity them."

Teagen:

"Those two really throw the best tea parties!"

Tisha:

"They really help out Tisha with their work! I really respect them for it, honestly."

-Skipping Toodles-

Vee:

"They are really fond of Vee's gameshow! And Vee really seems to enjoy their company... Isn't that nice?"

[6thhour]

Reevaluation

|Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader|

2725 words

Fluff

Notes: reader’s house is not specified, reader is a bit of a grump in the beginning, inaccuracies.

You met Fred Weasley in your third year at Hogwarts specifically during divination, you had the misfortune of being paired with him for the whole term.

Of course, you were privy to him and his brother’s reputation; you didn't live under a rock.

You thought he was absolutely insufferable with his horsing around and constantly turning around to chat with his mates, it was a wonder how he got anything done.

You ignored him outside of divination, half the time you ignored him in divination as well, and you were happy doing so, you dreaded seeing that head of ginger hair every time you walked into the classroom.

When Fred noticed you weren't exactly fond of him, that's when things started getting annoying.

He stopped turning around to talk with his friends and started talking to you.

It started with him acting like he wanted your opinion on the classwork “What do you suppose that is?” he'd ask, looking between you and his tea leaves

“Why don't you ask Professor Trelawney?,” you said, eyes not moving away from your teacup “She’s busy, give me a hand, will you?” he pleaded.

You let out a deep sigh and peered over into his teacup “Looks like a goat to me.” you observed, moving your gaze back to your cup.

“Huh, I thought it might've been a grindylow,” he said giggling to himself.

You rolled your eyes at him but that only spurred him on more.

He then started seeking you out in other classes, deciding to move and sit directly behind you in potions. “Do you have any more Haliwinkle shells? When I crushed mine the powder went all over my desk.” He chuckled.

You scoffed at him, nevertheless, you gave him some of your shells.

You started avoiding him after third year and you were doing a pretty good job of it.

Until your sixth year.

You were put in the same herbology class as the Weasley, even worse you were partnered up on a project that was vital to your grade.

“Hullo partner, this seems familiar, doesn't it? I'm getting a bit of deja vu, aren't you?” he asked with an incredibly smug smile overtaking his face as he approached, seemingly elated you'd been paired up.

You could only shake your head in defeat.

As everyone made their way to their respective partners, Professor Sprout began speaking;

“Your task is to raise a shrivelfig from seedling until it has grown enough to provide medicinal and magical properties.”

You were absolutely mortified. It takes weeks to raise a plant from a seed until it's fully grown.

As Professor Sprout continued speaking about the project Fred leaned down to whisper in your ear “Sounds like we’ll be seeing a lot of each other,”

You turn your head towards him, seeing his smile still adorning his face.

“Evidently.” you deadpan.

He laughs at that even though you aren't sure what's so funny.

You purposefully take longer to pack up than everyone else to talk to Professor Sprout after class.

“Professor Sprout?” you grab her attention from preparing for her next class “Oh-Yes Miss L/N? Can I do something for you?”

“Erm, I was wondering if we had to do the project with a partner, I think I'd be better suited to work independently.” you expressed bashfully.

“I paired you and Fred Weasley together on purpose, I figured you two would work wonderfully together!” She exclaims with a puzzled look on her face.

“I know you two are kind of a contrast dear but give him a chance, he’s quite alright in herbology,” she reassured smiling at you now.

“Right… I suppose I can feel it out and give him a chance,” you reply defeat laced in your sentence.

“That’s the spirit! I'm glad to hear it!”

You bid your professor a quick farewell and begin your walk to your next class.

During breakfast the next morning you shared your distressing herbology news with your good friend Marjorie which might’ve been a mistake.

“With Fred Weasley? I thought you thought he was a total git!” she exclaimed loud enough for the people surrounding you at your house table and probably the other tables to hear.

“Merlin Marjorie! Quiet down would you? The whole student body of Hogwarts doesn't need to hear about my disdain for Fred Weasley!” You whisper shouted, causing Marjorie’s hand to slap over her mouth.

“Sorry,” she apologized, giggling shyly and looking around at who might've heard, in turn making you roll your eyes.

“What made you hate him so much anyway? He seems like a pretty alright fellow to me,” she asks before shoveling a spoonful of porridge into her mouth.

You sighed “I don't hate him, he's very… I don't know; he plays too many pranks, he thinks everything is a joke, I think he knows I don't like him and makes it worse on purpose.” you admit.

“He is fit though, you've got to admit,” Marjorie says pointing her spoon at you playfully, you scoff at her in disbelief making her erupt with giggles which leads to you doing the same.

You really weren't ready for herbology, you weren't ready to start this project with Fred Weasley of all people.

You went to your station and sat your things down as your partner came into the greenhouse laughing at something one of your other classmates said.

“Well hello again partner, how are you this fine afternoon?” The Weasley boy said as he sauntered over toward you.

“Fine, how are you, Fred?” you asked blandly.

“Ah, how nice of you for asking! I'm quite alright!” he said happily.

Today was the real beginning of the project, you had to plant the seedlings.

Once you and Fred had planted the seed you found yourself wishing you could charm the plant to grow faster.

“You alright? You look like you want to murder that soil.” Fred said, chuckling to himself.

You looked up at him “I just hope these things grow fast.” you murmured.

“If I didn't know any better I’d say you'd rather be anywhere but here,” the redhead said as he placed his elbow on the table, leaning down, becoming eye level with you.

“I like herbology, I just don't want to be wrapped up in this project too long.” you excused

“So it's me you don't like?” the boy said, chuckling.

“No, I mean-” you huffed making him laugh, you rolled your eyes at the sound, “The project will take weeks, I’d rather have that time to learn more about other things.” you finally let out.

“Sure,” he says standing back at his full height, a final chuckle escaping him.

Shortly after you're all dismissed from class.

It has been three weeks since you and Fred had potted the shrivelfig, it had been progressing nicely, actually, the whole class’s shrivelfigs seemed great until today.

The shrivelfig fruits have started to wither and their signature violet color has become a dark muted maroon.

“What do you think is wrong with ‘em?” Fred asked, bending at the waist to look curiously at the plant.

“I’ve got no clue, we've done everything right, we were so close to being done with the project,” you murmured, biting your nails.

“Maybe Sprout jinxed them,” He whispered half-joking.

You thought about it for a moment, your eyes widening now looking into his “I think you might be right, it is quite strange the whole class’s shrivelfigs have suddenly gone bad.” you said quietly.

“D’you want to go to the library after dinner? See if we can find anything about counter-jinxes.” he proposed.

“Yeah, we've got to get this sorted out.” you agreed.

“Bet you're happy I'm your partner now, huh?” he asks, smiling at you triumphantly.

You snickered at the proud look that engrossed his face, the sound only making his smile wider.

That evening during dinner in the great hall you were so distracted thinking about the shriveling shrivelfig and Fred that you didn't even notice Marjorie talking to you until she snapped her fingers in your face.

“Hey! I'm asking you a question! Have you been listening to anything I've been saying?”

“Sorry, what did you say?” Marjorie rolled her eyes at you playfully.

“I wanted to know how your herbology project is coming along, I heard Quincey Finnigan say one of Sprout's whole class’s shrivelfigs suddenly tanked.”

“Oh, yeah our shrivelfigs have totally wilted, we’re going to the library after dinner to see if we can find anything helpful,” you explained.

“We’re? As in you and Fred Weasley? My Merlin I think I need to lie down. You? Agreeing to be in Fred Weasley’s presence outside of class? Impossible.” She let out a hearty laugh.

“He actually might have figured out what happened to the shrivelfigs, we’re going to look into counter-jinxes, he's actually very clever when he tries,” You praised.

“Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” she giggles poking your cheek.

“Oh come off it,” you say, batting her hand away and chuckling “I’ll give credit where credit is due.”

You and Marjorie laughed.

As you approached the library you saw both of the Weasley twins and you felt a pang of disappointment in your chest, at the thought of George joining you, you brushed off the feeling as annoyance ‘I won’t be able to tolerate both of them’ you thought

When you finally stopped in front of the twins you looked toward George “Will you be joining us?” you asked with a sigh.

“No, this sorry sod was just leaving,” Fred replied, giving George a playful shove.

“Aye!” George exclaimed, laughing before walking away backward.

“Don’t let that git drop your grade L/N!” the retreating twin warned through his laughter.

You huffed at their antics

“Let's go,” you ordered Fred

“Yes ma’am,” he said with a salute following you into the library, you rolled your eyes at him

You and Fred spent a while looking at jinxes and counter-jinxes having not a lick of luck.

It was nearing curfew when you started yawning.

“We ought to retire I suppose,” Fred recommends, standing and stretching.

You watched his movements, as your eyes raked over his tall stature you saw his sleeves rolled up to his elbows exposing his forearms, and his red and gold Gryffindor tie loosened around the collar of his shirt.

As your eyes traveled downward you saw his trousers were a bit short, probably due to his sheer height, and his ankles were exposed; due to the fact giving you a view of what you found to be mismatched neon polka dot socks.

“Hello?” you heard the ginger say “What? Sorry,” you apologized feeling your face grow hot as you realized you probably looked like a mad woman staring at him like you were.

He let out a breathy chuckle “We ought to get back, it’s almost curfew if Filch finds us we're in for a detention.”

“Oh yeah- you’re right,” you accept as you begin packing up your things.

You notice he's already packed up and watching you, you raise your eyebrow at him. “What are you waiting for?” you ask.

“Figured it wouldn't hurt to walk together,” he shoots you a cheesy grin.

“Oh, alright then,” you feel heat creeping up your ears and down your neck.

As you both start walking you fall into conversation about what classes you both take and upcoming quidditch games but you both circle back to your herbology project.

“How ‘bout we meet again tomorrow? We can keep looking at counter-jinxes but I thought it might be worth looking for potion antidotes or healing-type potions, something of that nature,” He suggests.

“Yeah, that sounds great, potions didn't even cross my mind, good thinking,” You complimented, sharing a smile with him, it seemed like a chain reaction when you smiled he smiled.

When you both went your separate ways you felt that pang in your chest again, confused since you had no reason to feel disappointed or annoyed, you had an alright time with Fred.

You chalked it up to you being stressed over your shrivelfig.

When you entered your shared dorm room you were bombarded with questions from Marjorie.

“You didn't murder the poor lad did you?”

“How’d it go?”

“Did you figure out what's wrong with your fig?”

You indulged Marjorie by answering her questions and telling her about the conversations you and Fred shared on your walk back from the library

“He doesn't seem to be as bad as I thought he was, he's a good conversationalist and very smart.”

After you said that her mouth dropped open in disbelief “Y/N! Missus Y/N L/N! You're going soft on me!” she giggled.

You could only scoff in amusement.

After dinner the next day you met with Fred again, he focused on counter-jinxes that could possibly restore the shrivelfig’s health while you looked at potion antidotes that might be helpful.

“OY!” Fred yelped before he began laughing like a maniac making his way over to you.

“Fred! We’re in a library!” you whisper-shouted.

“Sorry,” he whispered, still laughing. “But I think I've found exactly what we need, this restoration counter-jinx! I don't know how I didn't think of it before! I had to use it when George and I turned Percy’s robes pink!”

The taller boy pushed the book you currently had in front of you aside and placed the one in his hand on the table and pointed to the paragraph he had been reading.

You skimmed over it and gasped “Fred Weasley! You're a genius!” you were looking between him and the book and you were smiling, a smile he'd never seen from you before.

Fred checked out a book that had the instructions on how to perform the counter-jinx along with a book of jinxes he'd found that had nothing to do with your project.

You could only imagine what that book would be used for.

“We're going to have an O by the end of this project,” he said as you both exited the library laughing together.

You and Fred were incredibly giddy the next herbology class when you performed the counter-jinx and your shrivelfig was returned to its natural state.

“Oh, how wonderful! I’m very proud of the both of you, I knew you'd work well together!” Professor Sprout exclaimed as she examined your prosperous shrivelfig.

You and Fred looked at each other and smiled brightly at her words.

At the end of class, you and Fred were walking back to the castle feeling extremely proud of yourselves.

“I can’t believe I'm going to say this, but I think I'm going to miss working with you,” you admitted, a bittersweet smile etched on your face.

“Ouch!” He said rubbing his hand across his chest acting as if you'd physically hurt him.

You rolled your eyes at him and laughed at his dramatics.

“It doesn't have to end, you know, if you didn't avoid me we could actually hang around together,”

Your face flushes and you look down.

“I mean I know you think I’m an inconvenience but I'd say I'm a pretty smart inconvenience,” He says and you feel your face get warmer.

“Ugh, you aren't an inconvenience,” you reply “You're actually not bad at all,” you admit.

“S’that so?” he asks, his eyebrows inching up his forehead.

“Don’t make me take it back,” you groan.

“Oh I wouldn't dare, that's such high praise coming from you.” he quips

You both giggle.

“I am serious though, I'd like to hang out with you, outside of herbology” Your pace slows.

“You really would? Even if I treated you like shite?” You ask, feeling bashful.

“For sure, you're totally wicked L/N,” Fred states.

“Wicked enough for you to want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

There's a beat of silence, and then Fred stops walking.

”Damn, you beat me to it,”

He confesses.

You’re stopped right next to him and you finally look up at him.

“Yeah, you're definitely wicked enough for me to want to go to Hogsmeade with you this weekend.” He declares.

You smile at him and to your surprise he takes your hand in his and holds it all the way back to the castle.

“So does this mean you don't think I'm a git anymore?”

[stolenviolet]

ok ok i just stumbled upon your baby death au (and im feeling things idk what)... and just wanted to ask, what is voldy's relationship with harry here? not sure if i made sense but eh im curiousss-

You made perfect sense!

(And I hope they're good feelings? Maybe?)

As for their 'relationship' in this AU (my version anyway) well… let's just say it's complicated haha

To start, they basically just co-parent Death.

Obviously, they can't stand each other in the beginning. Being, y'know, enemies and what not, on top of navigating peace talks and treaties to end a war, isn't exactly a recipe for romance.

So yeah, nope! No butterflies in the stomach for these two (yet).

However, raising a kid together kind of forces them to adapt to one another, and that's when they start to notice the little things.

Harry notices Voldemort takes his tea straight in the mornings but prefers it a little on the sweeter side in the afternoon.

Voldemort notices Harry's love of flying and that he tends to get a bit antsy if he hasn't touched a broom in a while.

Harry notices Voldemort, while great at most things (his words not Harry's), is actually a pretty terrible cook.

Voldemort notices that Harry can only really sleep with the doors open or if there's another person in the room.(trauma from being locked alone in a cupboard, I'm sure.)

Both notice how, despite not having the best childhoods themselves, they ultimately want what's best for their son and tend to compromise on most things where he's concerned. (though this was incredibly difficult for Voldemort in particular to grasp. especially early on.)

Then came the lingering glances. The slight brushing of fingers when handing over a book. The casual teasing that leaves them both feeling bit warm.

Needless to say, eleven years of being domestic with someone, some type of affection was bound to take root and sprout. Not all at once, mind you. Voldemort is still, well…Voldemort, so there was quite a bit of emotional baggage to unpack (y'know the whole 'I killed your parents and tried to kill you' thing).

So it's not until their son leaves for his first year at Hogwarts, and they're truly left alone together for an extended period of time, that they both realize 'whoopsie! there might be more going on here than we thought!'.

Because now there's no lingering excuse of 'Well, clearly, we're only speaking/spending time with each other because Thomas is here'.

No. Now they both have to face the fact that something has been building between them.

And from there, things get a little, shall we say…romantic~

(kids out of the house, time for the parents to have some fun *wink*)

Long story short: Slow Burn, Enemies to...Co-parents? to Lovers.

[bunnyclawzz]

Hi can you do Cyclops x reader with a reader who is a sweetheart and absolute sunshine. They just love and appreciate Cyclopse so much. Always taking care of him and really validating his leadership, you know considering how the team treats him most of the time.

Scott Summers x Sweetheart!Reader

Scott Summers. 100% the most stressed man you have ever gotten to meet.

Honestly the way he functions is almost like a robot. Strict schedule which he spends sooo much time creating in an attempt to make everything go his way at least once.It's constantly pushing himself and worries on top of stress. Until you began to take care of him, and god, he really does appreciate it more than he can genuinely express to you.

It started off with little small things: checking in on him whenever he was hunched over the kitchen counter scribbling notes down about whoever training sessions, starting up some small talk to keep his eyes from straining over reading the same things over and over again, bringing what you could like tea and painkillers when he would have a headache. Most of the time he didn't even have to say his head was pounding, you could just tell by the way he groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. Just made Scott's heart soar that you could notice such a small detail about him.

Then it became more things, things like giving input over little things he needed, like his training form or lectures he planned out. Things like having his back whenever anybody at all would disagree with anything he had to say. Comforting him with hot tea and warm blankets and warmer hugs as you would whisper how good he does with all the stress he puts on himself constantly just to have a strong team.

You always make sure he takes breaks, making sure he gets water, making sure he gets to sleep at a reasonable time instead of staying awake most of the night like he did before you sprouted into his life like a rose out of dry dirt

AN: This took soo long for me to write, but woohoo on my first req!!

[mianexil]

◇ Your first meeting ◇

(pt.1)

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💫 [ Ah, that most exciting meeting with a young man, before which you did not yet know that this boy would take that very place in your heart ]

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ㅡ Umemiya, Suo, Nirei

Umemiya

Your family's flower shop

During the holidays, your parents sent you to your grandmother in Makochi, who had a small but pretty flower shop. Spending a few weeks surrounded by flowers and calmness, away from the hectic and noisy city, seemed like a very good solution.

Today, your grandmother left for a meeting of shopkeepers from this street, so you stayed to replace her in the store.

The sound of the doorbell distracted you from the not too thoughtful scrolling social media feed on your phone.

ㅡ Wel..come

A tall white-haired young man in a funny T-shirt appeared before your eyes. He seemed big, but you instantly felt his comfort aura as soon as your eyes met.

His loud voice brought you out of a momentary trance while you were looking at him.

ㅡ Good morning! How are you feeling?

The guy beamed with a smile.

ㅡ Oh? Not bad, thanks. Are you looking for something?

ㅡ Yeah, I want to buy "Bull's Heart" tomato seeds.

You got up from behind the counter and started search shelves for the right seeds. You definitely remembered that you saw a package with such an unusual name the other day. After finding the right seeds on the farthest shelf, you returned to the counter.

ㅡ I didn't think gardening was popular among students.

ㅡ Oh? But it's a wonderful activity! I have recently ripened a sweet pepper, it cannot be described in words!

You stood and listened attentively as the young man in front of you enthusiastically talks about his gardening exploits.

Something about him got you hooked. He didn't look like the sullen boys from your town at all.

ㅡ I've been wanting to grow cherry tomatoes for a long time. I think I should also look for seeds today.

ㅡ Are you serious?

Umemia's eyes sparkled.

He told you that if you want to grow something for the first time, it's better to start not with seeds but with sprouts. And he just has a few on the roof of the school where he grows his vegetables.

He kindly invited you to come and choose one of them if you want.

And how could you refuse when those blue, almost puppy dog eyes were looking at you.

But, girl, don't think he's just giving away his precious plants to just anyone.

He was definitely interested in you at first sight conversation about tomatoes.

Suo

The tea house (Of course, it's a tea house, how could it be anything else?)

You stood and chose between Bi Lo Chun and Tie Guan Yin. It is a rather difficult choice. Both varieties reveal a floral-fruity taste and a sweet aftertaste. And of course, carried away by your reasoning over the choice, you did not notice how an elegant stranger has been watching you from another corner for 5 minutes.

Suo immediately noticed your good taste. It was not often that he managed to meet the same tea connoisseur of his age in Makochi.

When you were already starting to get nervous from the fact that you couldn't make a choice, a young man in a silk tangzhuang silently glided towards you.

ㅡ Bi Lo Chun harvest this year was particularly successful, and its fragrance is felt more deeply.

You turned at the melodious voice and saw in front of you a mysterious high school student with an eye patch and unusual earrings.

There was something fascinating about him..

The corners of Suo's lips lifted in a friendly smile, while you were slightly confused.

ㅡ Oh? Well, thank you..

ㅡ Can I ask, are you also interested in different types of tea?

Nirei

Anime Store

You were standing at the shelf and looking for a Funko POP with your favorite character from a childish but incredibly cute anime.

Having found the right one, you decided to go to the manga section. You were attracted by the bright cover of one of the manga, and you picked it up.

Then you felt someone's eyes on you. It didn't seem to you. Theree was an excited young man in a bright shirt and round glasses standing to your right. He looked like if he had a tail, he would be actively wagging it.

Damn, he really looked like a cute puppy with that expression and the sparkle in his eyes.

ㅡ Excuse me?

ㅡ Oh! I'm sorry for staring, I didn't mean to scare you, it's just... Do you like this manga too? I have not yet met the same fans of this work, but it is really interesting. And the characters here are very unusual and so well written!

You watched in surprise as Nirei quickly took his notebook out of his pocket and began enthusiastically talking about the small details of the main characters from the cover of the manga that you were holding in your hands.

Such information can usually be found only in special publications or artbooks. God, this guy seems obsessed with this case. Is he really okay?

And yet, despite this oddity, he looked so cute and enthusiastic, telling you about everything that you silently listened to, looking at his freckles.

ㅡ So, who is your favorite character?

ㅡ Oh, uh..I'm not a fan of this manga, actually..

The expression on the boy's face changed so quickly to confused and a little sad that it made your heart ache.

He blushed slightly from embarrassment.

ㅡ Oh..sor-

ㅡ But I'll read it, you've interested me with your words.

It's strange, but when this sunshine smiled again, for some reason, it felt better for you.

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💫 [ Okay, I've already accelerated now ]

[shojizbae]

Peeping Tom

Tamakixreader x mirio

Word count: 4K

Warnings: smut, voyeurism, oral (m&f receiving) jerking off, safe sex practices

Mirio didn’t mean to. He really didn’t. UA had very recently moved into the dorms when it happened. It was a Friday night, and he just finished a shower after getting home from his work study. Apparently, the walls were a little thinner than he expected.

Sometime around 8:30, he heard it. It started slow at first, talking. A movie played, but it changed so often that he couldn’t figure out which one. He had only a pair of sweatpants as he toweled off his hair when he heard it.

“(Y/n), woah!” It was the voice of his best friend and neighbor, Tamaki. His shy, elvish friend had finally confessed to his now girlfriend three months ago. (Y/n), a kind but rambunctious girl who had been dropping not-so-subtle hints for almost two years was one of Mirio’s favorites in the class.

Since getting together with Tamaki, she had drawn him out of his shell. It seemed tonight she would drag him out a little more complicated.

“What ‘woah’?” She gently placated

Now, Mirio, of all things, was not a snoop, but he was curious. Luckily, he wasn’t a cat, so he pressed his ear to their shared wall.

“W-we were just watching a movie. I didn’t expect you to get all handsy.” He said, and even through the wall, he could hear his best friend tucking his chin into his chest in embarrassment. So, they were finally gonna have sex?

Two weeks ago, Tamaki came to Mirio and Nejire with this concern. (Y/n) had very nonchalantly asked if he was ready or could consider getting physical with her. After about twenty minutes of gently calming him down, as he seemed to begin hyperventilating, he managed to say something he wanted meanly. Although his anxiety could try your patience occasionally, you were proud of the semi he was sprouting at the mention.

After that conversation, he went to Mirio, who coincidentally was with his girlfriend. He knocked at the door open (Y/n). Want to have sex with me!” He proclaimed in the closest voice he could muster. Unfortunately, he entered a scene from a magazine in the back of the store.

Nejire was in her school skirt and bra, her hair was disheveled but tucked to the side, and she was lying/ straddling Mirio's lap. Mirio was only in some checkered boxers and had one hand on her boobs and the other on her ass below her skirt. He managed a squeak before he spun around and slammed the door shut behind him.

His friends dressed quickly and chased him down, finding him with his head shoved deep into the dorm refrigerator.

“Uhh, Tamaki?” Mirio scratched his cheek but couldn’t hide his smile and his friend's antics

“Yeah, M-mirio?”

“Whatcha doing, man?”

“Uh, just getting a tea?”

“Yeah?” Nejire confirmed, “I thought Yaobara took the last ginseng one. And you hate the matcha ones?” Hado placated

“No, I think I see a Yuzu one back here.” He reached in and pulled out a can of lemonade and cracked the can open. He toon a sip just for show although not bringing himself to make eye contact “mmm refreshing. Well gotta get back to my dorm!” He tried to breeze past the couple until one of Mirio’s giant hands pushed him back by his chest.

“Slow down there, partner! What was this you said about you and (Y/n) having sex?”

“Mirio, not so loud!” Amajiki exclaimed

“Yeah, babe, why don’t we take this back to your dorm?”

“Right,” Mirio looked at his girlfriend with smitten eyes, then at Tamaki’s cherry-red eyes. “Why not yours?” He offered. Tamaki hung his head and pathetically followed the couple to Hado’s dorm room to discuss what this meant.

That was two weeks ago.

Ever since Togata had been anxiously waiting for some kind of sign that (Y/n) had gotten Tamaki into the sac. He felt like some religious fanatic awaiting a divine character, and here it was. Giggles and sighs, and the TV in Tamaki’s bedroom turned up a considerable few clicks.

He kept his ear pressed to the wall, but his curiosity was getting too powerful for him. Accidentally or subconsciously, he slipped through the wall, so his head and left should be passing ghostly through the barrier.- Now his head was in Tamaki’s dim closet where he always left his doors cracked for a long-standing fear of monsters. From his angle, he saw a scene that was downright painting-worthy.

You were sprawled over Tamaki’s lap with both hand tangled into the hair at the base of his neck. Tamaki had one hand up the back of your cardigan which was slipping down your right shoulder. It seemed he was fumbling with your bra clasp which frustrated Mirio because they had spent a considerable amount of time teaching him all about bras.

Frustratedly, you sat up and whipped your cardigan to the side, unclipping your bra and pulling it out of the front of your camisole slowly to tease your boyfriend. With the news he could see, Tamaki looked downright disfigured. His tie hung off his bedside lamp, the top three buttons of his school shirt had been hastily undone, and a speckling of hickies already decorated his neck and chest. Mirio heard him whimper below you as he braced his hands on your thighs.

“You’re beautiful (Y/n).” Tamaki proclaimed, which shocked both who’d heard it

“You don’t need to butter me up, babe, I’m already so wet for you.” You purred as you sunk back to his lips. Tamaki did his best to keep up with you, but the overwhelming barrage of kisses and the constant figure eight of your hips against his was becoming too much for him. Mirio watched in delight as you climbed. His best friend was like a hungry cougar. You gently placed your hands in each of his collarbones, pushed him back onto the plush pillows, and placed a gentle peck on his lips before shimmying down his thighs.

You landed softly on the carpet on your knees with your hands braced on his thighs.

“Uhh (Y/n), what are you…?”

“Shhh, babe, I want this to be special for you.” You held your pointer finger up to your lips in a hushing motion. Then you dug at his belt and enjoyed the iconic sound of a metal clacking against metal.

“(Y/n), You really don’t have to.” He anxiously pleads

“But, Ama, I want to.” That made something in Mirio’s stomach do Olympic gymnastics. There was a pleading glint in your eyes as you begged him silently. He closed his mouth and eyes and gave the subtlest nod known to man, and you dove back in. You tucked some hair behind your ear and undid the button and zipper of Tamaki’s green trousers.

“Take off your shirt, babe.” You ordered, and he obeyed happily as you tugged his boxers. He wriggled around and tossed his shirt into oblivion, and you fished his dick out of his briefs. “Woah, babe, you have such a pretty cock.” You stated proudly.

Mirio had to agree. Of course, he had accidentally caught glances in the locker room, but he was seldom hard in those situations. He could tell from this distance that your statement wasn’t just flattery. It was above average in length with a plump cockhead and perfectly flushed pink. Mirio watched as you took a lick from base to tip, and Amajiki warbled beneath your touch. You took his balls in your left hand and played with them.

Amajiki was notoriously neat, so he wasn’t shocked to see his friend had done some manscaping.

“(Y/n)~” he drawled the final syllable as you slowly sucked on his tip. Mirio could see his friend's abs flexing and twisting as he struggled under your mouth. “(Y/n)!” He groaned. Suddenly, he touched your shoulder and pulled off with an almost cartoon pop.

“Why are we stopping? Is it bad?” You added anxiously

“No! No, it’s. He wiped his eyes and tried to collect his thoughts. “It’s really, uhuh, really good. I don’t think I’ll last one second if you keep going.” He wiped his sweaty brow

“Aww,” you gave a downward smile, proud of yourself for being a natural. You started climbing up him again and gave him a long, searing kiss so he could taste his own precum on your lips. You started reaching behind you for the zipper of your skirt, but Tamaki caught your wrist before you could retake the lead.

“I’ll be taking care of that.” He stated as a wave of confidence overtook him. He held under your armpits and spun the both of you around, so he landed with a giggle in the tangle of his blankets. Often, you forget how strong your boyfriend is. Partly because he rarely wore tight or revealing clothing that showed off his sexy, lean muscles. They didn’t exude the confidence typical of people as powerful as him.

As he stood, he tucked himself back into his boxers but shucked off his pants and folded them at the waist before tossing them to the side. You laughed at his continued clean behaviors, and Mirio just enjoyed it. He claimed back over your abdomen to kiss your lips and your forehead.

Sensing his tiredness, Mirio returned his whole body to his bedroom and got some water. He brought his fist toward his chest in victory and recapped some water. He’s seen plenty more than what is appropriate, right? There should be no need to keep snooping? Right?

Mirio checked the lock on his door, relieved that he remembered to lock it while changing. Although it’s not as if everyone in the class hadn’t seen some part of him during training. He took another sip from his water bottle and plunged his head back into his ‘peephole.’

What he saw was miraculous.

Amajiki was laying shooter style between your spread legs. He had his right hand stuffed deep in your cunt, and with his left hand, he was holding yours.

“L-like this (Y/n)?” He sought your guidance and received only a high-pitched sigh

“Yeah! Mhmm,” you attempted to clear your throat to gain some composure. “Yeah, just like that, Ama.” You sighed

“Ok, but how’s the pace, or should I do anything else.”

“Y-you c-could play withhh my clit?” You offered. Mirio was gobsmacked. How did his shy, reserved best friend get his girlfriend to stutter like him?

“O-ok.” he unlocked his fingers from yours and started making gentle circles. He tried to find it, but notoriously, it seemed to be the eighth wonder.

“Um, a little higher, baby,” you took your once-connected hands and guided his left hand up to your clit and hiccuped. You found it, and Tamaki's gentle hands lay you out.

“Like this?” He smiled up at your pinked face

“Yeah, just like that, baby.”

“So this is good?”

“Yeah, hun, this is euuh,. This is really good,” you accidentally interrupted yourself. Jeez, Tamaki, Mirio thought you really needed more confidence.

“You know,” Tamaki jumped at the sound of your voice, “nothing's wrong, babe, just if you wanted, you could use your mouth.”

“D-do you want it?”

“Only if yoUU!” Before you could confirm, he placed his mouth right where his left hand was. The squee you let out emboldened both boys witnessing you. Until now, Mirio had been balancing on his knees and his right hand while his left hand pushed against the wall. Now, his left hand slid down to his navel and slipped under his champion sweatpants. There was a considerable pile of pre that had pooled in his pants, and he thanked his twenty-minute earlier self who had chosen to forgo underwear.

Quickly he was able to grab onto his cock as his gaze was fixed on you, the porno in front of him. Amajikis left hand had vacated your clit as his mouth took the promotion. Instead, he was grasping desperately at one of your boobs, and his right did its best to assault your g-spot.

Evidently, his right hand was doing a good job, and you moaned and writhed beneath your boyfriend's ministrations.

“Fuck baby, keep going,” you looked your leg over his shoulder and locked him closer to your pussy. Mirio started to circle his cockhead with his thumb as he heard your moans pitch up.

You sunk your right hand into his hair, which made Tamaki groan a little. Your left hand flew out to grip a nearby pile of comforter.

“Tama, uhh, I’m so close! Please, whatever you do, don’t stop or change anything.” And he obeyed happily, maybe adding to the intensity only emblazoned by your tenacity. Your other leg wrapped around the side of his ribs as you reached climax. All coherency left him as you came a jumble of Tamaki's names and various moans and squeals.

Mirio gripped his dick a little harder, and you squirmed and relished the first orgasm someone had provided you. Tamaki sat on his knees and wiped his mouth as he admired how wrecked you looked. Your hair was spread in a million directions, and your tank top was ridden up so he could see your belly as it rose and fell. Your skirt was flipped up, and your panties hung off one of your knees. Even your socks seemed to be slipping if your body as your boyfriend devoured the sight of you.

He had watched many a dirty movie, but nothing compared to how sexy you looked right now. Sweating, shaking, and your face was completely red.

Tamaki was doing much better. He, too, was out of breath and slightly damp, but most noticeable was his cock dancing and straining against his navy blue briefs.

“Aww baby, that looks like it hurts,” you reached for his waistband and tugged him so you were both sitting on the bed, “why don’t we take care of you.” You sat his back against the wall and almost tore his boxers off him. You stood up and pulled your camisole over your head, and brandished it to the side. You gave him a smile as his eyes locked onto your breasts. You saw him swallow and, for the show, fanned himself like a lady at church with his hand.

Boldly, you pulled the zipper of your skirt down and let the green pleats free fall, and you stepped out of it. Despite being buried in your pussy just a minute before, the sight of you completely naked and on display for him was golden. His cock stood at attention, painfully awaiting you.

You climbed back onto your boyfriend's and kissed him sweetly to reassure him. His confidence broke briefly as he awaited your insight.

“Here, hold onto my hips.” You place your hand over his and guide them to the fat of your hips. You rose slowly on your knees and used your right hand to guide his cock to your awaiting pussy. You paused right as you made contact.

“Fuck! I forgot condoms!” You put your forehead on his collarbones in defeat.

“That’s okay, baby,” he secured a hand on the small of your back and leaned the two of you forward. He slowly opened the drawer and pulled out a box of condoms, pulling out the roll and ripping one off.

“How did you?”

“After that night, I went out and bought some. I-I had to call Mirio for help.” He admitted, ashamed.

“Aww, baby.” Mirio stopped his hand as he smiled at the memory. It was nine at night when he got the call. It took ten minutes to calm down a very overwhelmed Tamaki and explain that most of the scented or rubbed condoms were not a good choice and that he should go with latex unless he knew you were allergic to latex. You weren’t, so he got some pretty generic-looking lubricated condoms with a little doctor-recommended check. He didn’t make eye contact with the cashier; he only handed her enough cash to pay and grabbed the box before she could give him change.

You both settled back into position and he ripped the foil open with his teeth. Your knees buckled a little at the sight and you helped guide the condom down his dick. As you slid him down your folds you paused right at your pussy and looked in his eyes.

“Mhmmm,” he managed to grit out, and you slowly sunk his head in. Both of you seemed to moan and were keen on the contact. Your hands flew up to grip his shoulders, and he sunk into the small of your waist. Mirio gripped his cock reignited by the double loss of virginity. Slowly you eased down his cock and experimentally brought yourself up and down once. You shuddered in his lap.

Tamaki slid his hands down your waist to your hips, and you picked up the pace, bouncing up and down his lap with more confidence. With his help, you rode him with a passionate curiosity.

Mirio picked up the pace as you two seemed to find a groove. The purple-ette enjoying the sight of you taking him for his pleasure and the satisfying squelch of your pussy around him. Every lift and drop of your hips forces his eyes to shut a little, but every time, he forces them back open to allow himself to soak you in.

You’re not doing much better. Already sensitive from cumming minutes earlier, the excitement of finally getting to fuck Tamaki swirled into a greater pleasure than you could imagine. Unfortunately, it was interrupted by the ghost of cowgirls.

“Ow ow ow!” You settled your hips

“What? What is it, baby?” He clamped his hand on the side of your face.

“Foot cramp.” You shook it and winced

“D-do you wanna switch?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded, and he kept his hold on the side of your face but gave you a gentle peck. Then he slid his hands under your legs and picked you, only to slam you down on the mattress. You bounced and laughed as you held his face for another kiss. You tucked some stray hair out of his face as he guided himself back into your sweet, warm pussy.

You made eye contact as a slight gasp slipped from your mouth. Tamaki leaned over you and placed your arms around his neck. He placed both hands by your ears and started up a slow and gentle pace. Before he realized your eyes were going the same rolling back/ force open pattern.

From this position Amajiki was hitting all the best angles. Mirio thought he was spoiled for getting the pleasure of witnessing this. Every grunt and every sigh even the squeak of the mattress beneath Tamaki’s knees was only fuel for his fist. He brought his hand up to his mouth so he could collect a weight bead of spit which he spread over his throbbing cock. He could feel his balls keening with the need to release but he was trying to time it with the movie he was witnessing.

On your side of the wall was bliss. You kept your arms around his neck but still wove your fingers through the thick hair at his nape. When you gave a particularly strong tug Tamaki crooned into you touch. He moaned a little harder as you tugged on him.

“D’yo like that, Ama?”

“Y-yes,” he managed to plead.

“Y’want me to do it again?”

“Yes-fuck, please!” You were shocked to hear your typically formal boyfriend swear at you. It was hot, so you pulled harder in his gorgeous silky hair. You only pulled more erotic sounds out of his lips, which were coated in a thin layer of saliva from chewing on them.

“Fuck again! I-I’m gonna cum!”

“T-Tama!” You nearly started laughing in surprise at his foul mouth. But the obsessive rhythm of his hips was bringing you closer to the edge again. “Just keep going. I’m ughh,” you groaned against your will as he teased your G-spot.

“Deeper Tama!” You begged. He grabbed each of your ankles at your request and brought them up by his ears. He leaned down on you and landed a searing kiss on your forehead and then brought his pace a little faster, lingering at the depression of his thrust.

“Ahh, right there! Please don’t stop!” But he was sputtering out from exhaustion and being on the precipice of an orgasm

“I can’t- I’m not gonna!” He sounded absolutely pathetic

“It’s fine, baby. Just keep going.”

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“Why would you wear a condom? Inside please” At that, any scrap of reserve fell away as he pounded into you, desperate to cum.

“(Y/n)! Uh, I’m gonna!” He parked his hips deep in your pussy as he came with a whimper. Your eyes rolled so far back that he was nervous; they might not return. As he came to, he felt like he was strangled by your pussy, clamping down and spasming around his cock. You raked your hands down Amajiki's back, desperate to cling onto something for fear you might float away.

If he were to look back on it, Mirio would say that the noises you made as you came sent him hurtling over the edge. In a split-second decision, he permeated his other hand through the wall to bite so he could damper his sounds. He shuddered, and his ear rang after he came. A nasty white matter on the wall was evidence of his Tom peeping.

He pulled himself back through to his room to assess the damage. He would need to change his sweatpants because of a big precum stain on the grey fabric. He laughed at himself and how live-action porn got him so riled up.

“Oh jeez,” he put his clean hand on his forehead. Directly after he had hidden the evidence, a pounding at his door nearly scared him out of his skin.

“Miri! Togata! Why is your door locked?” He zipped over to his door, unlocked it, and gave his girlfriend a kiss on the forehead as she sunk into his chest.

“Long day, baby?” He similarly caged her in

“So long,” she whined

“You want to hear something that will cheer you up?” He pulled back so he could look at her adorable little face

“Always,”

“They finally did it.” He admitted with a downward smile

“YOU SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!” She leaped back, accidentally activating her quirk

“Yeah, I heard it all.” He smirked proudly. “You wanna go over and bust them?”

“Yeah!” She cheered sharing similar smirks and penchants for mischief. Mirio threw on a t-shirt and they crept next door. Stupidly the couple had forgone locking the door. The two bust through the door to reveal what could have been a sweet wholesome moment.

(Y/n) had her head laid on Tamaki’s chest and Tamaki had an arm over her shoulder and was stroking up and down with his finger tips. But as the couple blew threw Tamaki’s door sending the couple flying up and out of their sheets.

(Y/n) grabbed the nearest blanket and held it to her chest to conserve some of her modesty.

“What are you doing get out!” You screeched in embarrassment while poor Tamaki cowered, mortified.

“Ok ok,” Mirio backed out in surrender “did you kids have fun?”

“Out!’l you hollered. The incident did not stop you by any means from continuing your fun. You just remembered to lock the doors. But no padlock could keep out your neighbor of a peeping tom.

[cherry-coffees]

childhood best friend!Caitlyn hcs ♡

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who you meet at one of Piltover's fancy events — some statue unveiling that Caitlyn's mother forces her to be at. Caitlyn stands with her arms crossed, petulant at her mother's side. She'd rather be buried in a pile of books in her bedroom or running around at the sharpshooting range. Though, her deep frown eases a little when she feels a tap on her shoulder and spins around to see you standing bashfully before her. "My parents wanted me to say hello," you say, introducing yourself as your cheeks tinge pink. Caitlyn softens, icy blue eyes meeting yours.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who's immediately taken with you, so much so that Caitlyn's taking your hand and tugging you through the crowd within minutes. The two of you find a secluded spot away from everyone so you can talk and laugh without judgmental eyes. Caitlyn doesn't have many friends — Jayce being her main companion — so she's more than happy to have met you. And, from that day on, you're best friends.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn whose mother is quick to learn of your friendship. Cassandra is weary at first — she's very careful about who enters her daughter's life. However, she ends up warming up to you when you show up on her doorstep, looking for Caitlyn. She invites you in and, while Caitlyn is making her way downstairs, grills you behind a polite facade. She asks you about school, grades, your interests, and your family. And, when you answer all her questions with responses that please her, Cassandra quickly takes a liking to you. She invites you over more often after that, and she makes you tea if it's cold outside.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who loosens up around you. She abandons her studying in favor of watching a movie with you, and she stays up late to talk to you on the phone — even when Cassandra comes into her bedroom to tell her to go to sleep. She can't help it. You're like this bright ball of light that she can't help but be drawn to. One night, while laying awake in her bed and staring up at the ceiling, she realizes that you're quickly becoming her favorite person to be around.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who comforts you whenever you're going through a hard time. She invites you over, murmuring soft, comforting words when she sees your puffy eyes. Holds you, too, when all you want to do is lay in her bed until you feel better. She doesn't mind at all. There's a small part of her that likes it — likes that she's your go-to person for comfort

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who, in return, goes to you for comfort. She fights with Cassandra a lot, and she's entirely fed up with her mother's desire to plan out her future as she sees fit. "I can't believe her. She thinks she can control me, but she doesn't even ask me what I want!" Caitlyn exclaims, fuming as she vents to you. She crosses her arms as she glares up at the ceiling. "I'm so sick of her. Maybe we should run away and make our own lives outside of Piltover."

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who marinates on that thought for weeks after she says it. Why does she like that idea? She doesn't want to leave Piltover, exactly, but she realizes that her picture-perfect future doesn't seem so bad if you're in it. From that point forward, she feels new feelings sprouting within her.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who gets some questioning glances when you introduce her to your other friends. Caitlyn doesn't go to your school since her mother insists on her private school, so you take her to a coffee shop to meet some of your school friends. You walk in with your hands swinging between you, your fingers laced through Caitlyn's. Your friends are there waiting, and they watch as you and Caitlyn go up to the counter to order. They notice when Caitlyn tells the barista your exact coffee order and hands over her card to pay for it, and you smile up at her like she just hung the moon. If that isn't enough, when you walk over to the table, there's only one empty chair. Instead of grabbing another one, you opt to slide into Caitlyn's lap, and she slips an arm around your waist with a content hum. You don't realize what your friends are thinking: they're either in love or just really fucking stupid.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn whose parents come to believe the exact same thing. After you sleep over at her place one night, you decide to make pancakes the next morning as a little thank you to both Caitlyn and her family. You rub your eyes sleepily, dressed in Caitlyn's sweats as makeshift pajamas, having come downstairs before her. Tobias reads the newspaper at the table while Cassandra sips her tea, her sharp eyes assessing you. They narrow when Caitlyn comes downstairs a few minutes later with messy hair, hugging you from behind with her chin resting on your shoulder. Cassandra and Tobias exchange a knowing glance over their teacups. They've never seen their daughter so fond of anyone before you.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who does not approve when a random girl asks you out. "She's cute. I mean, there's no harm in saying yes," you shrug as you touch up your makeup, studying your appearance in Caitlyn's bathroom mirror. Caitlyn just huffs, rolling her eyes as she stares at you in the mirror. "I'm just saying. You deserve someone who will treat you right and— and who will sweep you off your feet. Someone who likes you for you. Not some random person who doesn't know you at all."

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who gets so annoyed with all this that she just has to ask. "Have you ever even kissed someone?" she asks, wanting to make a point that you shouldn't give your first kiss to a random girl. You falter at her question, biting the inside of your cheek. "...No," you mumble after a moment's silence. "I haven't. But I don't know anyone who would want to kiss me, so might as well kiss someone I don't know."

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who thinks that is the most absurd thing you've ever said. "That's not true! They would—" she starts to argue, only to hesitate when she realizes what she's admitting. This isn't lost on you, so your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "There's someone you know that wants to kiss me?" you begin to catch on, and Caitlyn panics. She needs damage control as soon as possible. "I— no, what I meant to say was that, um, I could help you practice? If you wanted, that is."

childhood best friend!Caitlyn, as you come to find out, is way too good at kissing. You don't know what caused you to agree to her offer, but now you're sprawled on her bed, making out with your best friend. Caitlyn's almost pinning you down as she straddles your waist. One of her hands is in your hair while the other cups your cheek, and her mouth seeks out yours in a hungry dance of lips and tongue. You can't help the soft sounds that occasionally escape you — and who can blame you? Caitlyn's always been attractive, and even more so now. When you break away to gasp for air, her lips trail down your neck and suck.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who blinks hazily at you when you practically jump off her bed, coming to your senses the second Caitlyn's hands start to wander down your body. "Cait—" you exhale, running a hand through your hair. "I can't— what are we doing? I mean, it feels nice, all of this feels nice, but what about our friendship? What if we mess it up?"

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who is quick to reassure you, hopping off her bed to stand beside you and take your hands in hers. "Hey, it's okay," she murmurs. "Look, I love our friendship. You know I do. But I can't pretend that I don't have feelings for you. I don't want to mess up our friendship either, but I also want more. I want you." Your eyes are blown wide, lifting a hand to your head like you can't process this. Which you really can't. Caitlyn Kiramman, your best friend, is saying that she wants you in her posh accent that makes everything she says sound proper and perfect. But you want her too, and you can't deny her when her icy blue eyes are piercing into yours like she needs you.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who kisses you until both of you can't breathe. You don't see the girl you had planned to go out with ever again. Instead, you spend that night (and most nights after) curled up in Caitlyn's bed, legs tangled with hers as you fall asleep in her arms. Her parents get used to seeing you in the mornings, and your friends high-five as they discuss who won the bet they had made on when you and Caitlyn would confess to each other. Caitlyn just smiles at their antics and presses a kiss to your hairline, rubbing soothing circles into your back. If she had it her way, you'd never leave her lap again.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who is absolutely right. Her picture-perfect future is so much better with you in it.

Young Caitlyn is the cutest everrrr! I love writing her~

Anyways! Ty lovelies for keeping me sane and being patient while I finish my idol!Caitlyn fic. I love meeting you guys (and flirting teehee), so here's some headcanons I came up with while I'm home from university ♡

~Cherry 🍒

[daisynik7]

Neighbor Nanami headcanon where he uses his new neighbors mini garden on their balcony as a conversation starter. Man had a crush for his pretty neighbor since she moved in months ago, but his tongue is always tied but one day he notices she is growing cherry tomatoes among all the flowers and herbs and his mouth is faster then his brain

Author's Note: This has been sitting in my inbox for months now, I'm so sorry it took so long for me to reply! I hope you enjoy this little drabble. :) Heart divider credit to @/cafekitsune!

You sip your coffee on the balcony, relaxing into the patio chair, basking in the morning sunshine. It’s been almost two months now since you moved into this new apartment and it finally feels like home. The first week you arrived, your parents helped you plant a miniature herb garden and you’ve somehow managed to keep it alive since. It’s now sprawling with fresh basil, parsley, and cilantro, all of which you use often to elevate certain recipes. You glance at the pot beside it, inspecting the cherry tomato plant you received as a house-warming gift from a friend. So far, no fruit yet, only leaves, though you’re hopeful you’ll see progress soon. 

Right on cue, you hear the distinct swoosh of a sliding door opening, then see your neighbor step out onto his balcony. You smile at him, waving. “Good morning, Nanami.” 

He turns to face you, giving you a polite nod, a steaming mug of hot tea in his hand. “Good morning.”

Your conversations usually don’t last very long. Sometimes it ends just like this, with the both of you silently enjoying the quiet morning together until either of you decide it’s time to get ready for work. He’s a quiet man, maybe even a little shy at times. Though you find comfort in his presence.

You watch him from the corner of your eye as he takes a sip of his tea, staring out into the horizon. Golden streaks of sunlight shine on him, casting a beautiful glow on his figure. He’s handsome, that’s for sure. You’ve always thought that ever since you met him. 

Feeling chatty today, you stand up, walking to your garden, grazing the delicate basil leaves between your fingers. “Do you cook?”

He’s surprised at your question, hesitating slightly before he answers, “Yes, I do.”

“My garden is overflowing now. Would you like some fresh herbs?”

He walks to the end of the balcony closest to you. “Are you sure?”

You grin at him. “Of course! I don’t know what else to do with all the excess. I’m running out of recipe ideas.”

His mouth opens, but then closes, remaining silent. You’re curious what he wants to say, though you don’t ask, plucking the stems off gently. “I’ll put these in a bag for you.” 

When you return, you notice him staring at the cherry tomato plant, studying it carefully. You hand the herbs to him, hoping he’d ask you about it. Instead, all he says is a quiet, “Thank you,” before bidding you farewell, going inside. 

You sigh, sinking back into your patio chair, wondering what you’re doing wrong. 

When the tomatoes sprout, you can’t contain your excitement, spending the morning marveling at the round green bulbs decorating the vines. Nanami is out with you, remaining silent, though you catch him glancing in your direction a few times. You want so badly to converse with him, but you’re unsure how. He hasn’t mentioned anything about the herbs since you gave it to him over a week ago. Did he use them yet? What did he cook with it?

Finally, on the day your little tomato babies are bright red, Nanami speaks to you. “Cherry tomatoes,” he says, looking at your plant. 

You beam at him. “Aren’t they beautiful?” 

He gazes at you, smiling. “Yes. Beautiful.”

Butterflies flap around in your stomach and suddenly, you’re speechless, unable to think of anything else to say. But you don’t need to, because this time, Nanami does the talking. “I’ve used up all of the herbs you gave me. Thank you again.”

“I’m so glad you found a use for them,” you reply, finding your voice, standing as close to his balcony as possible. “I’m not sure yet what I’ll use these tomatoes for.”

He does the same, and it feels like there’s barely any distance separating you now. “I know a great pasta recipe I can show you. If you’d like.” There’s a hint of blush in his cheeks. Maybe this is what he’s wanted to tell you all along.

You smile wider at him, happy with this progress. “I’d love that.”

[the-cosmic-cauldron]

🌸 Spring’s Coming: What’s Happening To You In March Based On Your Moon Sign🌸

February has passed, and now we’re welcomed into a new month: March. The month when the cold days that make us curl up under a warm blanket with a hot cup of tea begin to transform into sunnier days. The sun’s rays shine so deeply into your room that their warmth feels almost furnace-like. When you step outside, there’s still that slight chill in the breeze, but it reinvigorates your body and helps you breathe a little easier. Spring is just around the corner. March is here, and before we know it, the cherry blossoms will bloom, flowers will sprout, the grass will turn greener, and the air will remind us of all the beautiful, precious moments.

Today’s reading is a collective one, based on your moon sign, offering insights into what March holds for you in terms of love, career, and emotional well-being. It may not resonate with everyone, but there should be some truth in it that speaks to your month ahead. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day and have a blessed one.

Aries Moon: Avoidance, Loss, and Impatience

Love

In terms of love, this month feels like a time of avoidance for Aries. You are stuck, heavily reflecting on the past, and there’s a noticeable hesitance in moving forward. The main issue here is avoidance—you’re avoiding addressing the unresolved matters within your relationship that are holding you back from progression. You may feel lost when it comes to how to move forward, and that’s because communication is lacking. You are not talking to the person you care about or are interested in, and there’s a chance they may be avoiding you too.

While there’s a desire to connect, have fun, and make exciting plans with this person, you’re holding back. In order to do so, though, you’d need to open up and have a conversation. This lack of communication makes the energy feel stale and stagnant in your love life throughout March. There is a lot of potential, but without addressing these issues, progress will be difficult.

Career

For Aries in March, there may be job loss or job transition. Some of you may experience being laid off, fired, or choosing to walk away from your current position. This will not be an easy process—it will feel like the job has discarded you, leaving you in a vulnerable financial situation. However, this career setback has a silver lining. Although it may initially feel like a blow, this loss is actually designed to push you toward something better, something that aligns more with your purpose.

As you go through the struggle, there will be opportunities for growth. You’ll be motivated to look for better opportunities, perhaps in areas you hadn’t considered before. Despite the difficulty, this can ultimately open new doors for you.

Emotional Themes

March is a month where emotions are running high for Aries. You’re driven by goals and ambition, and you have a sense of urgency about achieving what you want right now. However, there’s a lack of patience and a struggle with work ethic, making it hard to execute those goals. The desire for immediate results clashes with the reality that achieving your ambitions will take time and effort. This internal conflict could lead to pessimism and frustration.

You might feel disheartened at times, as things are not moving at the pace you’d like. However, there will be a moment of emotional clarity later in the month. During this time, you’ll take a step back, introspect, and come to realize that you’ve been pushing too hard and approaching things the wrong way. This self-reflection will help you regain balance. You’ll understand that things take time, and you’ll start to approach your goals with more patience and organization. Ultimately, you’ll move toward a state of emotional fulfillment and steadiness, overcoming the negativity that may have plagued you earlier in the month.

Taurus Moon: Lucky Lover, New Money, A Break From Someone

Love

For Taurus Moons in March, the beginning of the month brings a tendency to overthink your love life. You may find yourself staying up late, preoccupying your mind with thoughts about someone, or driving yourself crazy mentally. This overthinking is excessive and not reflective of reality. It may stem from past experiences that have caused stress when it comes to approaching relationships.

Despite the mental strain, you’re on a great page with the person you’re dealing with. There’s harmony between the two of you, as you both align with each other’s desires and preferences. Communication is flowing easily, and there’s a sense of reassurance in the connection. Luck seems to be on your side this month, with positive circumstances that bring unexpected good fortune. Some things may happen that you didn’t anticipate, leaving you thinking, “How did this happen? How is this so great?”

Career

In terms of your career, Taurus Moons are likely to experience a fresh start this month. You may have been feeling unfulfilled in your current job and unable to continue with the emotional exhaustion and frustration it has brought. Now, you’re ready to move past that disappointment. March is a powerful month for you to apply for a new job or explore new career paths. You are ambitious and eager to manifest change, no longer willing to wait or take your time. You’ll actively jump on any opportunity that comes your way to make it happen. This is a month of stability and financial prosperity, as you move toward a more stable path in your career. You’re not hesitating to take on this new chapter.

Emotional Themes

Emotionally, Taurus Moons in March will start to feel incredibly capable. There’s a revitalization of confidence and a renewed sense of empowerment. Things that once seemed difficult or out of reach now feel achievable. This shift in perception will bring a total transformation in your mindset and life journey. You’ll feel not only more capable but also more aware of yourself and your surroundings.

However, there may be a falling out with someone this month, likely due to disagreements or being on different mental pages. You may find yourself questioning, “Why did this fight happen? Why did this argument take place?” While you may want to walk away from the situation without engaging in drama, the conflict could leave you reflecting on the intensity of the exchange. You might feel a bit avoidant, retreating into your own world and steering clear of further drama.

Gemini: Non-Committal, Powerful Networking, Unfulfillment

Love

For Gemini Moons in March, there is a lack of commitment in your love life. Some of you may be cheating or being dishonest, sneaking off and engaging with someone else, only to return to your partner as if nothing happened. This dishonesty is causing tension in your relationships.

Others of you may have recently gone through a breakup or will experience one this month. Even if you’re still together physically, there’s a disconnect emotionally and mentally. There’s a lack of affection and intimacy, and the bond feels weak. The relationship may feel like you’re together but not truly united. There’s no real closeness or affection, and the maturity needed to address these issues is lacking. Neither you nor your partner seem willing to resolve the situation or acknowledge the disconnect. You may be avoiding responsibility for the state of the relationship and are focused more on selfish desires, like seeking personal pleasure and indulgence, while neglecting the relational aspect.

Career

Career-wise, March looks to be an exciting and powerful month. You’re in a highly creative space, full of ideas that you can execute. You’ll be making important decisions that could have significant payoffs for your career. There are powerful moves ahead, and you’re in a position to make things happen.

Networking opportunities will also be abundant this month. You’ll meet people who could offer you the potential to level up in your career. It’s a social month in terms of your career, and you’ll be engaging with others who can help you grow. Your desire for exponential growth is strong, and you’re taking the steps necessary to turn that into reality.

Emotional Themes

Emotionally, Gemini Moons are experiencing heartache and pain in March. You’re feeling mentally exhausted and beaten down, and you may be struggling with feelings of unfulfillment. There was an opportunity that you thought would be rewarding, but it slipped away, leaving you feeling disappointed and regretful.

You’re struggling with emotional confusion and fear about the future, and you may feel emotionally stagnant. There’s a sense of shrinking away from others and even from yourself. You’re finding it hard to nurture and care for yourself in the midst of this emotional turmoil. There are a lot of mental blocks and growth obstacles that make it difficult to move forward. In March, you may feel emotionally low and overwhelmed by the challenges you’re facing.

Cancer Moon: Lingering Pain, Tension At Work, Stuck On The Past

Love

At the beginning of March, Cancer Moons will experience feelings of deep hurt. Someone may have wronged you, either by cheating or saying something that deeply affected you. You will likely feel like this is the end, and your hope for love might seem dim, especially at the start of the month. You may spend time wallowing in the pain, as it becomes a major emotional theme in March.

However, this emotional state will linger, though it won’t last indefinitely. As the month progresses, you’ll begin to go out more and engage with others. You may find yourself on dates and enjoying the company of a lover. There may be moments of fun, indulgence, and perhaps even drinking or using substances together, though it’s likely to happen in public settings surrounded by people rather than intimate, private moments.

In terms of commitment, March seems to bring a shift, and by the end of the month, there could be a solidified commitment with the person you are involved with. You may find yourselves thinking about the future and making decisions together. It’s a surprising turn, going from feeling hurt and disconnected to enjoying yourself and even receiving commitment from a partner.

Career

In February, you may have felt like you were burning out at work, overextending yourself. However, in March, you will gradually begin to recover from that burnout, finding a balance and incorporating more relaxation into your work routine. This shift will lead to positive results, and you’ll feel more confident in your career. There may also be recognition and accolades coming your way, which is likely to boost your confidence even further.

Additionally, someone at work may have developed a crush on you or is keeping an eye on you, which could add a bit of intrigue to your work environment. Despite these positive developments, you may still struggle with certain conflicts at work. You may not see eye to eye with some coworkers or have difficulty deciding how to approach specific tasks. While you’re shining in your career, the desire to do too much could lead to overextending yourself again, causing conflict and potentially burnout if you’re not careful. It’s important to balance your ambitions with self-care.

Emotional Themes

Emotionally, Cancer Moons will find themselves relying heavily on others for support, encouragement, and enthusiasm throughout the month. Your support system will be a vital source of strength, helping you navigate emotional challenges and enjoy yourself in various ways.

However, despite this support, you may still feel stuck on something from the past. There could be a mental roadblock preventing you from fully moving forward with certain emotions, making it difficult for you to process or let go of past feelings. These unresolved emotions might cause a sense of being overwhelmed, and you could feel like you’re emotionally unstable or disrupted throughout the month.

This emotional intensity may cause you to feel uprooted or unsafe emotionally, and it may take some time and effort to ground yourself. You’ll likely need to confront these destabilizing emotions and work through them in order to regain emotional equilibrium.

Leo Moon: Cutting Through The Bullshit, Taking A Break From Work, Emotionally Unstable

Love

In March, Leo Moons will experience tension in their romantic connections. There will be too much energy between you and your partner, leading to conflict. Both of you may want each other but have different desires and approaches, causing a clash. This tension will dominate the beginning of the month and could feel like a collision between your needs and expectations.

However, by the end of the month, there will be a breakthrough. The cycle of conflict you’ve been experiencing—possibly since February—will come to an end. A new phase will emerge in your romantic life, marked by change. You’ll be stepping away from old patterns and entering a period where you’re more focused on clear, mature communication. This shift will bring peace, balance, and stillness into your connection, allowing for smoother and more constructive conversations. If you’re in an existing relationship, this will significantly improve the dynamic. If you’re starting a new connection, it will feel clear, communicative, and balanced.

Career

In February, you may have been overworking and using a lot of mental energy in your career. However, in March, you will likely feel the need to take a step back. You may seek rest, take vacation, or prioritize things like early bedtimes to rejuvenate yourself. You’re no longer interested in pushing yourself too hard and want to take a break from the constant grind of work.

Despite this desire to rest, there will still be some blockages in your career growth. You may struggle with feeling grounded and finding your flow, and there may be difficulty flourishing in your work. You will find it challenging to invest your energy into your career in March, and this struggle could lead to tension. You might be torn between withdrawing and needing to do more, pushing yourself hard at times, and not realizing how this might negatively affect your well-being.

This tension between rest and work could create emotional instability in your professional life. You may feel like you’re not seeing things clearly or might overcommit again without realizing it, falling back into old habits of overwork. It’s important to find a balance between nurturing yourself and your career.

Emotional Themes

March will be an emotionally unstable month for Leo Moons. You may feel like you have little control over your emotions, and there might be a desire to withdraw from others. You won’t be as open about your feelings or experiences, preferring to keep things to yourself. This could be a time where you’re focused on deepening your emotional understanding and following your intuition, but it’s possible that your emotions will come up suddenly and strongly, prompting you to act on them without fully processing or considering the consequences.

There could also be difficulty connecting with others—whether with friends, family, or romantic partners. You may feel disappointed or isolated emotionally, leading to moments of acting impulsively based on your emotions. Instead of taking time to reflect, you may make decisions on the fly, which could lead to feelings of regret or frustration later.

Virgo Moon: Emotional Coldness, Unstable Work, Nostalgic

Love

In March, Virgo Moons will experience some emotional coldness in their romantic connections. There’s a lack of nurturance in the bond between you and your partner, which is causing a sense of disconnection. Your focus is still on the relationship, but you’re trying to avoid being overwhelmed by emotional tensions, particularly as you work to balance your personal life and responsibilities.

While you may desire a passionate and sexually charged connection with your partner, it seems that you are suppressing these desires in favor of focusing on the practical aspects of life. You’re trying to see if this emotional distance will pass, while also managing other aspects of your life, including work.

Career

March will bring instability in your career. There are blocks in your progress, and goals may not be completed as expected. Procrastination, lack of organization, and a general lack of creativity may hinder your work performance. You might not feel enthusiastic or engaged with your job, and this lack of motivation will have an emotional impact, leaving you disappointed and dissatisfied with your work life.

However, by the end of the month, you may make an effort to turn things around. There will be roadblocks and challenges, but you’ll likely try to implement changes and take actions to achieve your goals, despite the obstacles.

Emotional Landscape

In March, Virgo Moons will feel nostalgic and may want to reconnect with their childlike self. You’ll crave freedom and a break from responsibilities, wanting to spend time in nature, around children, or engaging in creative activities like drawing or coloring. You may find yourself longing for a sense of playfulness and lightheartedness during this time.

Despite the challenges, March will bring moments of pride and confidence. Something will go well for you emotionally, making you feel free and on top of the world. There are blessings and emotional growth on the horizon, which will lift your spirits.

However, you may also struggle with a sense of laziness, not wanting to do much, and a tendency to be swept away by strong emotions—even if those emotions are positive. This may lead to emotional immaturity, as you might have difficulty grounding yourself and might get caught up in your emotional states. This could result in moments where your feelings take over, preventing you from staying grounded.

Libra Moon:Breakthroughs,Difficult Communication,Disconnected

Love

In the month of March, Libra Moons will experience a breakdown in their love life before a breakthrough occurs. There’s a sense of pettiness and immaturity in the communication between you and your partner. Conversations seem to repeat, and there’s a lack of resolution, with no clear solutions being found. It feels as if one or both partners are more focused on their own interests, making it hard to have a meaningful conversation—one where both are talking to each other, rather than just at each other.

For a period of time, the arguments and mental conflicts will persist. However, a shift occurs, and the energy moves from mental disagreements to an emotional breakthrough. Eventually, there will be a conversation that focuses less on the logical and mental aspects of the relationship, and more on expressing emotions. This emotional revitalization will bring a new beginning, allowing you both to reconnect emotionally and build a deeper bond.

Career

In your career, confusion and lack of clarity will persist throughout March. You may feel uncertain about what steps to take next, possibly due to an aversion to confrontation. There’s a sense of things being left unsaid, leading to a buildup of unspoken tensions. Your fears and overthinking might cause difficulties in communication at work, leading to misunderstandings or heated arguments during conversations. This could destabilize the work environment, making it less exciting and leaving you feeling dissatisfied with your job.

Despite these challenges, by the end of the month, there will be a shift towards more balance and clarity. While there will be moments of emotional confusion and chaos, you will gradually begin to focus on restoring harmony in your work life. You’ll approach work with a more mature mindset, seeking to manage relationships and work dynamics with greater stability. By the end of the month, after navigating through some initial difficulties, you will find a clearer path forward and regain balance in your career.

Emotional Landscape

Emotionally, Libra Moons may experience some coldness and a sense of disconnection in March. You may not feel fully nurtured or aligned with others, leading you to take more time for yourself. There’s a need for introspection as you seek clarity about your next move. You may feel unsure about what direction to take and will likely focus on grounding yourself.

Rather than becoming overwhelmed by emotions, you’ll focus on balancing them by reflecting and spending time alone. This will allow you to restore emotional equilibrium and prepare for a more stable emotional state moving forward, particularly as you approach April. It’s a time of self-reflection as you seek to understand what’s truly important and how to regain emotional stability.

Scorpio Moon: Break From Your Lover, Balancing Work, Standing Your Ground

Love

In February, you were deeply focused on your person, trying to communicate and resolve issues. However, it seems that your efforts were not as successful as you’d hoped. As a result, you’re taking a step back from this person in March. This break is necessary because the situation became mentally exhausting, and you didn’t want to continue putting yourself through that.

However, this break is also causing some instability and powerlessness in your life, as you likely wanted to keep moving forward with this person instead of taking a break. Despite the discomfort, this time apart will be helpful in shifting your mindset. You were overburdened by the situation, and the space is allowing you to start unpacking the mental distress and relieving yourself from the negative thoughts that had been weighing on you. By the end of March, you will begin to feel freer mentally, as the break gives you the space to reflect and reset.

Career

In your career, things will start to ease up in March. You’re no longer feeling as overwhelmed, and you’ll find it easier to delegate responsibilities and tasks. This shift will bring relief, especially considering the stress you’ve been under at work. You’ll find yourself operating at a more manageable pace, and you will have time to breathe, reflect, and even daydream—an unexpected but welcome change.

That said, the beginning of March will still be busy and full of challenges in your work environment. There will be a lot to juggle, and you may experience some frustration due to the demanding nature of your job. However, you will persevere through these challenges, and by the end of the month, you’ll achieve the balance you’ve been seeking in your work life.

Emotional Landscape

Emotionally, Scorpio Moons will be in a place where you’re not willing to tolerate much this month. If someone tries to push your emotions, you will stand your ground and assert your boundaries. This is a sign of emotional growth, as you’re no longer willing to be passive in emotional situations. You’re now firmly standing up for what you believe is right and for the emotional strength you’ve developed.

However, before this emotional empowerment takes place, you’ll go through a period of emotional pain, feeling bogged down by negative emotions. In the early part of March, you may experience pessimism, emotional exhaustion, and hurt. This is compounded by a sense of betrayal and a struggle with trusting others in the future. After this period of emotional difficulty, you will rise stronger, implement your boundaries, and stand up for yourself in a way that reflects the emotional growth you’ve undergone.

Sagittarius Moon: Ice Cold Heart, Locked In, Facades

Love

In March, it seems like you’re feeling unfulfilled in your love life. You desire someone who truly cares for you, nurtures you, and gives to you, but you’re not receiving that from your partner. There’s a feeling of coldness and neglect from the person you’re involved with, which is painful and deeply hurtful. Your heart is feeling heavy, and you’re experiencing significant emotional pain. You’re emotionally upset, and it’s difficult to focus on the situation because you’re overwhelmed by the demands in other areas of your life.

However, despite the emotional turmoil, the end of March brings a new beginning. There’s a shift in your love life, and you may meet someone new, or you may experience a fresh opportunity in your current relationship that can help you break free from the emotional slump you’ve been in. This shift will bring spontaneity and adventurous energy into your romantic life, whether you’re single or in a relationship. The energy of spring brings exciting and positive changes, creating a more exciting and fulfilling dynamic in your love life.

Career

In your career, March is a time for serious focus. You are determined to improve and make great strides in your professional life. Everything you do at work is aligned with your long-term goals. You are highly invested in self-improvement and are dedicated to advancing in your career, whether that’s through a promotion, a new position, or enhancing your skills. You may even be taking courses or going back to school to aid your career growth.

While you’re focused and committed to success, the month will be busy and demanding. You’ll face non-stop action and back-to-back tasks, making it difficult to catch a break. However, the hard work will pay off, as you are likely to see financial rewards. March will be a month where you’re serious about your career and putting in the effort to build stability for your future. Though the workload may be overwhelming, you’re taking the necessary steps to reach your goals, even if you’re struggling at times to handle everything on your own.

Emotional Landscape

Emotionally, you’re going through a lot in March. On the outside, you may be projecting an image of strength and success, showing the world that you have everything together. However, internally, you’re struggling. One of the biggest emotional challenges is your tendency to ruminate on past situations, which has become unhealthy. You know it’s not good for you, but it’s hard to stop.

You’ve spent a lot of time processing your emotions and trying to make sense of everything, but you’re hesitant to admit that you need time to yourself. Instead, you try to act like everything is fine, even though you’re not truly okay. There’s a sense of emotional exhaustion, and at times, you may feel like giving up. You may even entertain the thought of just walking away from it all, but deep down, you know you need to keep going. Despite the emotional obstacles, you are trying to gather yourself and put on a strong front, showing others that you’re fine, even though you’re still dealing with a lot behind the scenes.

Capricorn Moon: Unfinished Business, Blessings, Analytical

Love

For Capricorn Moons, March brings some significant shifts in love. There may be something that has been left unspoken or unresolved in your relationship, and it’s starting to affect the connection. It feels like there’s an unspoken awareness that the connection is fizzling out, but no one is taking responsibility or acknowledging it. For some of you, this might result in a breakup, or simply the relationship slowly losing its spark.

Both you and your partner might have been passive for some time, but things are about to change. Someone is going to step up and finally address everything that has been left unsaid, asserting their feelings and desires. It could be a moment of clarity, where the relationship either ends or moves toward resolution. If there has been a period of disconnect or a break, this month marks a turning point.

An ex or someone with unfinished business in your life might return. This person will re-enter your life with a positive and mature energy, bringing blessings rather than negativity. The connection could feel fated, as if they came back at just the right time. They’ve become clearer and more assertive, and they’ll likely be bold, excited, and passionate when they approach you. This person might even exude a strong sexual energy and be very attractive. Whether you’re open to them or not, expect some unresolved matters to come back into focus.

Career

March is a blessed month for Capricorn Moons in terms of career and finances. Whether you’re starting a new job, getting a promotion, or launching a business, there’s a financial blessing in store for you. You’ve been putting in the hard work, and it’s starting to pay off.

Capricorns are always known for their diligence, but this month, you’re particularly focused. You’re being very intentional with your efforts and working hard to improve your career. There’s a lot of self-control at play, and you’re making sure that everything you do is aligned with your long-term goals. You’re fully committed to your work and not wasting any energy, ensuring that the effort you’re putting in this month will bring significant rewards.

Emotional Landscape

In March, you may feel like you’re experiencing a creative block or lack of inspiration. This is reflected in your career as well, where you’re more focused on practical tasks and routine rather than creative pursuits. Your energy is being directed toward getting things done, which leaves little room for inspiration or excitement in other areas of your life.

Emotionally, you may not be deeply immersed in your feelings. Instead, you’re relying more on logic and practicality. When it comes to expressing yourself emotionally, you’re doing so in a calm, analytical way, rather than from a place of emotional vulnerability. You may even set boundaries this month, with a need to stand your ground and let others know they can’t mess with you. You might find yourself having to assertively tell someone off, making it clear that they cannot sway you emotionally. You’re showing that you won’t tolerate emotional manipulation and will take control of your emotional space.

Aquarius Moon: Toxic Love, Job Dissatisfaction, Indecision

Love

In March, Aquarius Moons may experience disappointment in their love life. It seems that someone is leaving a sour taste in your mouth, causing you to feel like pulling away or walking away from them. This person’s behavior may have left you feeling drained and uncertain about continuing the relationship. As a result, you’re beginning to realize that focusing on yourself is necessary.

It seems you’re dealing with a toxic partner. This person might say things that aren’t true or fail to follow through on their promises. Despite the toxicity, there’s an undeniable attraction—possibly good sex or engaging conversations that keep drawing you back. However, you feel the need to take breaks to regain emotional stability and prevent being consumed by their energy.

Even when you take these breaks and manage to stabilize yourself, this person remains on your mind. You might find yourself feeling stuck on them, unable to move on. It’s possible this person is generally a good and consistent person, but the relationship dynamic has become toxic. The connection may sometimes feel overwhelming, leading to some hot-and-cold behavior—moments when you want them, followed by moments of pulling away to regain balance.

Career

March brings some challenges in the career realm. For Aquarius Moons, it looks like you’ve been dealing with a toxic workplace that hasn’t been a place of peace. There may have been a job loss or the realization that your current job isn’t fulfilling or promising for the future. As you begin to prioritize yourself and your well-being, you’re actively seeking out new opportunities.

You might be feeling disappointed and sad about the current or past job situation, and the job search process may feel discouraging. However, don’t lose hope—March holds a blessing for you. A great job opportunity is on the horizon, whether through a promotion that moves you out of the toxic environment or a financial blessing to help alleviate some of the strain. If you’re jobless, this financial support could be crucial, so stay optimistic and keep pushing forward.

Emotional Landscape

Emotionally, March might bring a creative block for Aquarius Moons. You may not feel as inspired or energetic, which could affect your ability to engage in the things you love. It’s a time when you may feel a little indecisive and unclear about what you want to do next. This can leave you feeling somewhat disconnected from your emotions and uncertain about the direction of your life.

Despite the lack of inspiration, you may find yourself crushing on someone or feeling an emotional pull toward love. This could bring some warmth to your heart, even though you’re still feeling a bit distant from your usual energetic self.

There’s a sense that you’re feeling like a failure or unsure about your progress in life. You may be grappling with the feeling that you’re repeating patterns you’d rather not repeat, leaving you disappointed and unsure of your next steps. This emotional fog is causing some doubt in your ability to make decisions, leaving you with a general sense of lack of direction or uncertainty.

Pisces Moon: Sudden Shifts, Risk Taking, Clarity

Love

At the start of March, some of you are in no contact or are avoiding the person you care about. The lack of communication can feel frustrating, and there may be more arguments than resolutions. This leads to feelings of disappointment and loss of hope, making you question the future of the relationship.

Mid-month, there’s a sudden shift. What started as no communication or distance turns into frequent contact. You may find yourselves spending more time together, having deep conversations, or even going on outings. There’s a noticeable change in the dynamic, going from tense to relaxed and positive. You might even share moments on social media, enjoying each other’s company, taking photos, and having fun in public settings.

This change can feel sudden and almost jarring, but it brings positivity and excitement after a period of emotional lows. It’s as if the situation shifts overnight, going from feeling stuck to enjoying each other’s presence with renewed energy.

Career

The first part of the month may bring dissatisfaction and emotional discouragement about your job. You might feel disconnected from coworkers or unsure about your position, leading to inner turmoil. You may even fear losing your job or feel a lack of stability.

Despite the early challenges, there’s a significant shift in your career by the end of the month. Some of you will take a risk—whether that’s pursuing a new opportunity, shifting positions, or making a bold career move. This risk will pay off, bringing a sense of fulfillment and success. If you decide to leave your current job, you could find better opportunities elsewhere, which will feel like a major accomplishment. Others who take a calculated risk within the job will also see positive results, feeling validated and empowered by the outcome.

Emotional Landscape

Emotionally, March begins with inner conflict and dissatisfaction. You might feel disconnected, disappointed, and unsure of the direction your life is heading in. There’s a sense of emotional imbalance, leaving you feeling unfulfilled and uncertain.

As the month progresses, this emotional turmoil starts to subside. By the end of March, you’ll feel a newfound sense of balance, maturity, and emotional control. The chaos of earlier in the month will give way to clarity, as you find peace within yourself. You will emerge from the month feeling more assured and emotionally stable, having navigated the emotional highs and lows successfully.

[sleepy-harper]

HARPER (sorry for caps...) I saw you liked arcane and was wondering if you had any cg headcanons for any of the characters? or little/flip headcanons!

HIHI I made some a bit ago here! but I figured it'd be nice to put out some new hcs for dif chars since it's been a while!

⤷chars featured: jayce !

☀️ — Jayce

☆ that is the most caregiver to ever caregive.

✦ the way he caught mel in s2? sprout when talking 2 cait? the way he has a bleeding heart for everyone? I know what u are jayce talisman .

☆ I think he'd fluctuate on what terms he'd like as a cg! sometimes he likes being a papa, sometimes he wants to be a bubba!

✦ he'd luvvv playfully teasing his littles. oh yeah u know justttt what to do huh? what if he does this! *cue tickling and giggles*

☆ if you're a weepy little though, he's very gentle, and very quick to apologize if you get upset over any joke he makes

✦ I think s1 jayce would be a little skittish when you're crying, trying to grab the nearest handkerchief or napkin for you

☆ s2 jayce however? he's lost all inhibitions after the entire . thing with the hexcore in ep7 . he's gently wiping your nose up with the hem of his shirt or wiping your tears with his sleeve

✦ literally the sweetest papa ever though. holding your hand when you're walking and making sure you don't trip, making little trinkets by hand for you, the whole 9 yards!

☆ he's abusing his councilor privileges. 100%. oh you wanted that plushie but it was out of ur budget? he's coming in with you and buying it with his discounts

✦ if ur a fem little or like dressing up, u better know he's making sure you have alllll the little dresses and costumes you've ever wanted

☆ tea parties? he's sitting down and making sure you have all the little treats and drinks u need. and making sure he's got the right attire on for the parties dress code <3

✦ on the flip side, if ur a masc little or like the nitty gritty hands on things, he's making his own little building kits for you

☆ like seriously. he'll either find a way to put blueprints together for you to build with little wood structures or brings you scrap/extra pieces him n vik couldn't use

✦ he even makes sure you have ur own little tool kit for it