#teensy photographer

[aimsarte]

first impression 🤝

[grandminimuses]

some teensies

[tsunodaradio]

something to you ⛐ 𝐀𝐀𝟐𝟑

alex has a soft spot for you. (or: the one where alex gets mad on your behalf.)

ꔮ starring: alex albon x reader. ꔮ word count: 0.9k. ꔮ includes: fluff, romance. profanity. reader has a teensy tiny injury. carlos makes an appearance. ꔮ commentary box: happy alex day! ❥ i have a couple more alex plots planned, but for now, here's my last -ish installment to the soft spot mini-series. 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭��𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You thought you’ve seen Alex in every possible light. 

You’ve known him for quite a bit, after all. It’s the type of friendship that has ebbed and flowed despite distance and time. You’ve been given a front row to the dozens of men that Alex has been throughout the years. 

The happy-go-lucky, well-spoken Alex the racing world knew. The relentless Alex who drove with grit and grace. He’s come to you with tears of frustration over losses beyond his control; he’s come to you beaming because of wins he rightfully deserved 

Those are the versions of Alex that you know. And so you’re colored surprise to meet another one— 

He’s kneeling in front of you now, his hand cupping your cheek. This is an expression you haven’t seen on Alex’s face in… ever, really. His jaw is clenched and there’s a hint of flint in his eyes, a fire that you hadn’t known was possible to see. 

“Hey.” You can tell from that single word that Alex is holding himself back. He’s forcing himself to keep his voice level, to not scare you off. Even now, he’s considerate.

“I’m not mad at you,” he repeats, “I just want to know what happened.” A pause. Then, he adds a softer, “Please.” 

The plea nearly makes you crack. The thing is— it shouldn’t be a big deal. Not to you, at least. It was just an unfortunate incident, a case of overzealous paparazzi recognizing you.  

One of them had gotten just a little bit too pushy. They had insisted something about you being the newest WAG on the paddock, and when you tried to slip away, they’d tried to get their shot anyway after calling you something like a stuck-up bitch.

The cut between your eyebrows is negligible. It’s a barely-there gash, something you know will scar over and heal in no time. 

Alex is treating it like the photographer had broken your bone. “I’m fine,” you insist, your voice cracking on the second word. You clear your throat before you go on, “I’m sure they didn’t mean it.” 

Carlos interrupts from a couple of paces away. “It was not an accident,” the older driver says, his lips pursed in poorly concealed rage. He had been the first to get to you; had been the one to call over Alex when he noticed the cut that hadn’t been there earlier that day. “They are saying the paparazzi swung.” 

Alex hisses in a breath through his teeth. You wince. Carlos slinks away, as if realizing this is not a conversation he should be taking part in. 

Little too late, you think wryly as Alex’s searching gaze rakes over your face.

“I need a name,” he says evenly. “If not a name, a media outlet. Or any descriptors.” 

You glance at Carlos over Alex’s shoulder, but the Spaniard has opted to feign disinterest by reading a nearby sports issue. (The magazine is upside down.) With a low tsk of disapproval, you finally give Alex an answer to his question. “Someone from Getty.” 

The heat in Alex’s eyes simmers just the slightest. He gives your cheek a tentative squeeze, and his hand lingers a little too long, like he’s hesitant to pull away. He gets to his feet, though, leaving you seated in his driver room chair. 

He flashes you a smile. It looks a little forced. “Be right back, okay? Don’t have too much fun with Carlos. I’ll know if you talked shit about me.” 

Even the joke sounds weak. 

Alex moves out of the room, his strides determined. He’s just a little hasty, so he ends up leaving the door slightly ajar in his hurry. You open your mouth to comment on it to Carlos, but the two of you freeze at the barking sound of Alex’s voice from somewhere in the motorhome. 

“Get me on the phone with Getty fucking Images!”

You and Carlos share a look. 

“Whew,” Carlos breathes, putting down the magazine. “I have never seen him like that before.” 

“That makes two of us,” you respond, wringing your hands together in your lap.

Alex has been many things— annoyed, critical, upset. Angry is new. Not only to you and Carlos, it seems, as the people of Williams scramble to accommodate the stewing driver. 

By the time Alex has deemed things sorted, he returns with that same plastic smile. Carlos actually excuses himself this time, shooting you a mouthed ‘good luck’ halfway out of the door. 

“Do you want a bandage?” Alex asks you. “Or I can get you checked out, if it hurts.” 

“Alex.” 

“I think there’s actually a first-aid kit here somewhere.” 

“Alex.” 

“I was looking it up earlier, and antiseptic—” 

Your fingers wrap around his wrist. He finally stops, his face flushing a bit. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, and you have the impression that he’s not apologizing solely for his rambling.

You squeeze his wrist reassuringly. There’s a lot of things you could do. Tease him for his fretting; ask him why he got so riled up in the first place. In the end, all you can manage is a soft and sincere, “Thank you.” 

Alex’s rage crumples like a house of cards. He lets out a single, shaky exhale and tilts down.

It’s negligible. Barely there. The kiss Alex plants on your forehead is more of a brush of his lips, right over the injury you thought wouldn’t be that big of a deal. 

This, though— the kiss, the anger— it all feels like it should mean something. ⛐

[sodapopseagull]

Waterdeep's finest gardener? Or is he simply a cheeky wizard summoning himself a basket full of produce? Perhaps both?

Either way, I think he's earned that blue ribbon 💜💜💜 And now I want a tomato sandwich 😭

I've been drawing the same Gale for all of these pinups and now they have a teensy bit of lore! Think modern magic AU, post-canon storyline, with Astarion and Gale reconnecting a few years down the line. Astarion has since become a boudoir photographer and offers Gale, who has been struggling to find his place in the world as a certified Regular Man, a photoshoot to help him reconnect with himself.

Things happen, they fall in love, and now these pinups are just Astarion having a blast dressing up his husband in campy little outfits and Gale getting to feel cute and very very loved hehe

I do put little nods to Astarion these pinups, but I try to keep them small enough that those who are just here for Gale can still enjoy 💜💜💜

[herpsandbirds]

Do you perchance have any teeny-tiny geckos (or adjacent)? We're talking teensy eensie. Microscopic, even. If you would be so inclined?

I have a couple of tony friends for you...

Union Island Gecko (Gonatodes daudini), family Sphaerodactylidae, found on Union Island in St. Vincent & the Grenadines.

CRITICALLY ENDAGERED.

photograph by Jacob Bock

Jaragua Dwarf Gecko (Sphaerodactylus ariasae), family Sphaerodactylidae, found only in the Jaragua National Park in southern Dominican Republic

The smallest reptile in the world, growing to only 18 mm (0.71 in) in length.

photograph by M.R.Bobadilla 

[peachetteprice]

A headcanon for Price of annoyed neighbors/bully to lovers? Maybe she gets in the way of a nice bird he was scoping out and discovers he enjoys the chase of someone who has more domestic mama bear tendencies? Love your works by the way! Beautiful!!!

I took John, neighbours, bird-watching, and enemies-to-lovers and ran with it. This is not in headcanon format - it's a teensy-weensy fic! Thank you for your patience, my lovely - let me know if I did your idea justice!

After the death of your father, you relocate to a sunny townhouse in a small city in the midlands. There’s an ample-sized back garden, fenced, leading onto an enclosed lake with a sign that says ‘no fishing’.

When feeding your first load of washing onto the line to dry, you hear the shutter of a film camera, and peek over your fence to spot a gentleman reclined in a chair, spying a bird in the trees. He seems relaxed, and the birds pose in front of his lens with ease – you wonder exactly how delicate they appear in his photographs.

You think little of him – other than that the sunlight brings out the specks of grey in his beard – and flap your towel as the next item on the line.

It scares away the birds.

From that point on, to make use of the sunshine, you make a habit of drying your clothes via the washing line. It becomes routine. The man prepares himself for the photograph he wishes to snap, you flap your towels, the birds flutter away, and his resentment towards your presence in the house next door compounds, until one day, you get the urge to peek over the rear fence, to no avail. No beach chair, no man in the beach chair, no sign on the edge of the lake that says ‘no fishing’. In its stead, there’s a poster tacked onto the face of a tree, and you open your fence gate to view it – in bold Merriweather font, it reads;

‘Preparation for Demolition begins: 27/01/2024’.

When you knock on your neighbour’s door to ask about the sign, the man is the one to open it. His name is John. He’s dressed handsomely in a flannel gown and slippers, clutching beneath one armpit the morning newspaper, folded precisely down the middle.

The council wants to fill the lake in with dirt and modify the land directly behind it to make way for additional housing, he notifies you begrudgingly, and you question if that’s why he hasn’t been out to take photos of any birds as of recent. He doesn’t reply and instead hands you a leaflet. There’s a town meeting within the week, a chance for residents to oppose the new site.

You attend. John doesn’t. You deliberate with the attendees and the representatives of the council, yet no conclusion is brought about, so as a collective, you make an appointment to deliberate again the next week.

When not in heated discussion, the shower in your upstairs bathroom runs cold, and that’s when you learn, instead of using his time to photograph birds, he now uses it to take hourly showers at the exact time as you take yours, at eight in the evening every other evening, and you're certain it isn’t by coincidence alone.

Council meetings continue week-after-week, creeping into January when the site is set to be filled in. Your shower time decreases to five minutes on a Wednesday and Saturday, for it’s the only times John is out of the house for you to get a moment to yourself, and a silent rage festers within your soul, curated specifically for the man next door who likes fried eggs in the morning, late night reruns of classic films and midnight strolls.

John doesn’t show up at any of the meetings, which you find odd, and you take to his doorstep to confront him about the reason why. He says he doesn’t think it’s necessary. You question him on this. He says he doesn’t think he needs to give his time up to a cause that has sufficient backing from locals. You question him further. He doesn’t think it is right to support a cause that has already been taken away from him by ignorant neighbours.

You don’t speak to him for days.

He exits his house to leave for work at half-six in the morning, and you leave the house at six, just to spite the additional ten minutes or so he might otherwise be able to stay sleeping. The council calls for a vote on the new site. As a last-ditch effort, in a blind panic, not wanting the next four years of your life to be dedicated to the sound of jackhammers and cement mixers, you storm out of your front door, along the pavement and up the steps to his house. You desperately need his help – he has photographic evidence of the beauty the lake holds, which certainly must account for something. He isn’t sure what help you mean, but you ask for it anyway (and apologise for ruining his bird-watching in the process).

Twelve residents attend the meeting. You all await the verdict on tenterhooks. At the last second, right when the commissioner of the project himself calls time, John shows up. He brings with him his photographs and the rest of the town’s citizens. The young, the old, expecting mothers and elderly couples who have lived in the town from their own infancy are all in attendance, and each eligible one of them signs the petition to remove the greedy corporate hands of Westminster from your little town.

Success.

The demolition is opposed – in its wake, it becomes a horticultural ground for wildlife, the local church during ceremonies and school trips for little tots in Reception and nursery. The town even gets its own segment in Countryfile. John decides to take up bird-watching again, photography included, and finds you on his doorstep, one evening, standing exactly as you stood the first time you met him. He draws in a breath – ready for you to chew him out. Instead, you hand him a tray of cupcakes that spell ‘thank you’ in green frosting, and he jokes that he doesn’t like frosting or indeed, cupcakes, but takes them anyway.

He asks about your next project, somewhat amused – it's an expression you have never once seen on his face before. The rejection of the demolition was a success, the local paper is pleased, and the town is seemingly reinvigorated with a sense of wonderment at what the boundaries of their new-found power could possibly be. You tell him it’s a secret.

Your next project?

Find out exactly what kind of a man John Price is.

| Masterlist |

[iraprince]

been a long time since i last tankposted so boy do i have an update for you guys: after leaving the tank as it was for quite a long time, i've finally added some new residents!! in the form of a dozen blue diamond neocaridinas.

these guys are very difficult to photograph — they are TEENSY and i can't find my macro lens — but so so beautiful. the first two photos in this set are not filtered or edited at all!!

it'll be a while before they start breeding, but i'm very very excited. from what i've read blue diamonds are not a very stable line so they'll prob end up popping out all sorts of color variations — bad news for serious keepers who are trying to breed high grades, good news for gay people who just like to look at shrimp!!! (me)

[zelenbug]

nother rayman art pile. part THREE. it hasnt even been that long since the last one i just draw a lot apparently

starting with another doodle pile with suggestions from people

new kind of shadow mario dropped. rayman. i meant rayman

started brainstorming a rayman arena r3 sequel thing

completely redid the third guy in my headcanon lore. he has a british accent btw. also he believes in superstitions that manage to be complete bunk even in the world where magic is everywhere and incredibly common, hes like a middle aged woman that buys into healing crystals type stuff. so naturally hes completely useless as a doctor (so is romeo who just offers you Substances; otto is competent but freaks people out)

(the funny thing about the name thing here is that (most older) red wizards, who in my hc lore are very superstitious about what gets you got by the nightmares and thats why they just avoid having fun and playing. even they would consider not sharing a name over it to be completely stupid lmao)

couple things in flash for the heck of it. origins romeo can look bascially the same as he normall ydoes if you just base him off the photographer lmao

spore joke

AND THAT DIDNT HAPPEN LOL!!!!!!!!!!!! (this was made a couple days prior to the switch 2 direct) INSTEAD WE GOT DONKEY KONG (unaffordable but ITS DONKEY KONG)

me

misc magic lady drawings

hes lanky

conceptualizing a newer design for flaming teensys ice counterpart (that is also his boyfriend)

these two would have funny interactions i think

things that arent necessarily normal drawings heres Spordlum and whatever this is (using an unused origins texture)

more of my fish whose name i still havent decided on

based on a supper mario broth post (i dont think globox would actually type that way but whatever)

more of my women. typha (right) and Idk

& i drew their teensy buddys too (I DONT THINK IVE EVEN SHOWN THE LEFT ONE OOPS thats typha's buddy that drags her to social situations so she doesnt have to be such a shut in). both with slight design tweaks (i took away the arm prosthesis on the right one lmao. i mean they have it just dont really use it)

not drawings but name brainstormngs for these guys (minus typha who i named like 5 years ago). which took several hours of painstaking wikipedia research because im terrible at naming anything i mean just look at my poor Unnameds in flight rising

flash SO ANNOYING TO WORK WITH but also SO FUN TO DRAW IN at the same time. the brush is perfect for the origins artstyle but i felt like bashing my head against the wall trying to just set up a multiply layer thats clipped to the shape. and then i cant even edit the multiply layer afterwards if i decide thats not enough shading AUUGH anyway hoodboom

another doodle pile with suggestions from people (but one was my own idea)

box

felt liek drawing the bestfriends with no specific aim in mind cuz im not great at coming up with drawing ideas either

bonus misc doodles. context for the rayman flag pic

[aimsarte]

Random Rayman scrap art and junk.

[matrixbearer2024]

Enigma [Modernity AU] (Bill/Ford)

Bill thinks about his junior, finding him very odd but he suffices that he doesn't really seem to mind. It's interesting.

A/N: A teensy drabble that randomly came out at me which I think perfectly encapsulates the BillFord dynamic at the current time the AU is taking place in. These two make me so ill at times LOL.

A/N: I was debating on making this a comic for this but realized I would probably take a stupid long time to do it soooo, have this drabble and I'll probably post a related art piece later.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

The words rolled off my tongue with a teasing edge, a playful barb aimed at the gaze I could feel drilling into me like a spotlight. Stanford always had this way of looking at me— like I was some kind of rare specimen under glass, something worth dissecting with those sharp eyes of his. I never understood it. I mean, come on, I’m not exactly what anyone would call a masterpiece.

And yet, his journals, notebooks, papers— they all told a different story. Pages were filled with sketches, doodles, and little studies of me. Always tucked between chemical diagrams and scribbled equations, like I was just another piece in the sea of mysteries dancing in his head. It was flattering in a weird way, like being someone’s favorite puzzle. A muse, of sorts I guess.

But that’s all we ever were. Just friends. At least, that’s what he always said. The idea never sat right with me. Friends don’t spend hours perfecting the way someone’s hair catches the light, do they? Friends don’t memorize every angle of a face like it’s the key to cracking the universe. Or maybe they do— what do I know?

Ford was a riddle like that. Six fingers wrapped around the most brilliant mind I’d ever encountered, and still, half the time I felt like he was written in a language I wasn’t fluent in. Easy enough to read on the surface, sure, but there was always something deeper. Something just out of reach.

I know him just as much as I don't.

What a puzzle you are, Stanford Pines.

"I’m not a good enough photographer."

He randomly said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I glanced up from the spaghetti-code mess I was untangling on the monitor and found him grinning at me, that boyish, lopsided grin that somehow managed to look both smug and genuinely warm. His eyes were on me again, studying, observing, like I was worth a second, third, and fourth look. Like I was something precious.

I’ll never understand it.

Not really.

And honestly? I’m not sure I even want to.

Featuring Bill and Ford from @gfthe-fearsome-foursome my blorbos I love them HAHAHA

[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

Oh let's bring back the idea that a random photographer snapped Gales picture and it became a big deal back in America during the war. Used for posters, war bonds, girls( and boys) tacking it up on their bedroom walls.

No one told the 100 of course, it's only when new men start coming in and recognizing Gale from it that they know something is up.

Everyone thinks it's hilarious but John is a little jealous tbh.

Okay, but all of these new recruits coming in and looking at Gale like 👀😳🫡 and John thinks it’s cute at first because clearly everyone thinks Gale is just that pretty like he does. It’s Rosie, who’s actually kind of in love with both of The Buckies, that they wrestle the truth out of because it’s starting to get a bit weird. When Rosie shyly shows them the poster, John immediately knows what everyone’s been doing with those posters and on the one had he can’t blame them because “holy shit what a stunning picture” but also that’s his pretty boy to fantasize about, not anyone else’s so he’s high key jealous and upset about it. Gale has no clue how to feel about it other than embarrassed but also a teensy bit flattered if he’s being honest. He lets John tack up one of the posters in their barracks and then the Stalag for consolation.

[sleepytoycollection]

Custom Discord and the one official version I have. Just for fun.

I kinda wish they'd given this statue a little articulation, just a teensy bit, as there's only so many ways to photograph him as-is. I get he's meant to be more of a collector piece than a proper toy, but still. With the un-articulated ponies, their poses are pretty neutral, and allow for some creativity, but this? Not so much.

At least my custom one has articulation I guess.

[paxesoterica]

Per this post, I decided to start my SRW Y watch with Mobile Fighter G Gundam (1994), since I feel like it's probably going to be the one most paired with G-Witch.

Premise:

This is the first Gundam AU, and it diverges from its predecessors' 'real robot' war stories while nonetheless keeping many of Gundam's themes. In lieu of outright war, nationalist space colonies have decided to determine who should rule by using the planet Earth as an arena for a giant robot fighting tournament, with a new tournament taking place every 4 years.

My impressions:

"Flying in the Sky" is a suprisingly pop-y opening theme, and I must apologize to its fans, because while I think it's good, I don't enjoy it quite as much as "Just Communication" from Wing, "Z Toki wo Koete" from Zeta, "Dreams" from After War X, or "Shukufuku" and "Slash" from G-Witch. I do think it will make a good instrumental battle theme though, since SRW tends to do that with major songs from a particular source.

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"Umi yorimo Fukaku", on the other hand, is a bop, which I was listening to as I wrote this.

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The show does not waste time letting you know things are bad on Earth, with Rome and New York City looking pretty run-down from the Gundam fights. It's definitely compatible (with a teensy bit of smudging) with G-Witch's depiction of Earth, though I wonder how they'll reconcile the very officially sponsored Gundam Fight with the Benerit Group's ban on Gundams in general.

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It's occurred to me that, while I've seen plenty of memes and recounts of Domon Kasshu's actions, I haven't actually seen a lot of discussion about his actual character, and I think I may have gotten an impression of him that's rowdier and angrier than he actually is. Sure, he's fierce in battle, but he's still mindful of the Gundam Fight rules and appreciates opponents who uphold them; he's also seriously focused on his goals, specifically finding the man in the photograph he carries, and going so far as to ask people he's in the middle of fighting about it. Out of battle, he tends to be reserved and stoic, while exhibiting some kindness to kids, and is still seriously focused on completing his goals. From this, we can infer two things:

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A) Domon can beat many foes, but he's not beating the 'Gundam protagonists are autistic(-coded)' allegations anytime soon.

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B) It'll be fun watching Domon and Suletta interact in SRW Y - outside of the cockpit, Domon is likely to be awkward about Suletta's nervousness, but they'll become friends once they fight someone together and observe the other's fighting spirit and sense of justice...while still being a bit awkward due to their different personalities; it'll be great. ^_^

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Rain Mikamura is excellent, and while I know some folks in the fandom already praise her, I honestly think she deserves more: she's clever, brave, and kind, has cool gadgets, and saves Domon's life twice in as many episodes, which is good because then when he will likely have to rescue her in the future, it will feel like an exchange of equals, rather than he 'has' to protect her, because she's the 'weaker' of the two. Which reminds me - the only thing about Domon I don't particularly care for is that he acts kind of aloof toward Rain despite her loyalty, and I get that's in part due to his type of personality, but I hope he becomes more mindful of her during their adventure; in fact, I would probably be greatly annoyed with him in a purely hypothetical scenario in which he does something stupid and makes Rain upset, haha.

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In addition to the fact that she seems to be the one to handle robot maintenance, I noticed Rain also has some medical knowledge, so I'll be greatly surprised if Miorine doesn't give her a job offer at some point.

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If this series were to be released today, I feel like the most controversial aspect would be that, like the Street Fighter games, it uses some national stereotypes for its characters. However, from several discussions I've had or read, it doesn't feel particularly egregious, and I think that's for a couple reasons, the first being that it's usually presented in a campy and over-the-top way (like the space colony of Neo U.S.A being shaped like a star with the Statue of Liberty as a centerpiece), and the second being that despite a few traits like that, characters also receive some nuance.

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For example, an Italian police officer interrogating Domon by shoving his face in hot pizza is a thing that happens in the first episode, yes, but later the show touches on his backstory (and some world building) of how he's watched decades of Gundam Fights bring destruction to the city around him, which is why he now (reasonably) hates Gundam fighters like Domon. While he changes his mind about Domon specifically after witnessing his heroics, the needlessly destructive attacks of Domon's opponent, Michelo Chariot, show those views aren't unwarranted.

I wish modern shows did more postcard memories moments, even if it's ironically, like that one instance in Akiba Maid War.

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Despite its differences from a lot of other Gundam, Fighter G still does a good job with the Gundam schtick of "antagonist does not necessarily mean bad guy" with Chibodee Crocket and Sai Saici; while the former is a braggart, and the latter a trickster, it's made clear that they're ultimately fighting in large part due to the connection they have with their respective communities (a stark contrast to Domon's first opponent, Michelo), and both ultimately earn Domon's respect, foreshadowing that while they're antagonists today, they may become allies tomorrow.

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I'm kinda surprised Allenby Beardsley hasn't shown or even been foreshadowed yet, because from what I've heard, she's pretty popular and even apparently has thematic importance, but this show does have 49 episodes, so maybe she's one of those characters that turn up at the end of the first cour (i.e. 12 or 13).

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>looks up some data

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...what do you mean she's not introduced until episode 30.

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That's ridiculous. That'd be like if G-Witch didn't introduce Chuatury Panlunch until episode 14, or 0079 didn't have Lalah Sune until episode 34. Buffoonery.

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One final note: unlike some mecha anime, Fighter G is actually about the characters (performing absolutely sick wuxia attacks in giant robots).

So yeah! I've been liking Mobile Fighter G Gundam so far, and I'll try to commit to watching it all... sooner or later (need to finish The Big O first).

For my next 3 episode sampler! Super Electromagnetic Robot Combattler V! Look forward to it!

[azucarmorena97]

Money Ties (Jungkook Love Story || Pt.11)

Pt.10 || Pt.12

Your parents have worked hard to get to the top and have made sure to teach you everything you need to know to be successful in this business: from tough but lucrative financial decisions, down to the right ball gown for any given banquet. A promising and extravagant future awaits you- that is, if you agree to one teensy detail...

Son of Mr.Jeon Sr. and heir to June Company, Jeon Jungkook is an immature playboy with nothing to offer a woman but good looks and a crap ton of money, and he stands to inherit much MUCH more, so long as you both enter into the arranged marriage contract that was drawn up before the pair of you were even born.

You're more than willing to try, but you're not sure you'll be able to stand each other long enough to inherit a single penny...

Series Warnings: There will be smut in the near future and I will label those chapters as such. As I say before most of my pieces- I do not endorse any themes, ideas, or behaviors in this series. This is all purely fiction/fantasy! Feel free to inbox me suggestions/ideas/what you'd like to see in this series and I'll see what I can do! Enjoy <3

Recap: Suddenly, it's as though the world was set to slow motion; Frame by frame, you watch as Jungkook lifts your veil, the last barrier between you and destiny.

He wraps his arm around your waist and brings you closer to him until your faces are centimeters apart, "To the ride," He whispers, drawing back to the night where you both shared a toast at the bar. "To the ride."

His lips collide with yours and eventually, you don't know where you end and he begins- as now, and forevermore, you are but one flesh.

When he pulls away, he looks at you under hooded eyes, lashes barely exposing his beautiful brown irises. You'd give anything to stay like this...

But of course, it comes time for the both of you to turn to everyone: friends, family, and receive their love and cheers. He grabs your hand and then the both of you are running out of the ballroom, the crowds muted by the double doors closing behind the both of you.

For a moment, you and him are alone again, as the photographers haven't made their way out to take your photos.

"You look so beautiful..." He says, his own cheeks blushing slightly. "Thanks...They-they found a dress," You say, adjusting your shoulder straps nervously, feeling quite shy yourself under his gaze.

"I can see..." He can't take his eyes off of you, meanwhile, you're looking everywhere else but at him; you might just burst if you do.

Finally, the photographer comes out and leads you both out to the courtyard of the hotel; the perfect spot for photos. There's a tall fence around the perimeter of the courtyard, along with a tall hedge full of beautiful flowers. You do, however, spot a few cameras being held high on the other side of the fence in order to capture a few lucky pictures of your groom. "Are those...paparazzi?" You ask. "Yeah...a lot of people really care about our wedding." "I can see."

It does make you a tad uncomfortable, but you try to shake it off; this is something you'll have to get used to. Back home, no one really recognizes you- although, you do typically keep a pretty low profile. Jungkook, on the other hand, has a slew of loyal followers ranging in the thousands- as confirmed by his social media.

"Okay, Mr.Jeon, can we get one of you hugging her?" The photographer asks. Without hesitation, Jungkook pulls you in from your waist, pressing you close to himself. You blush, not used to such public displays of affection...not used to affection very much at all, considering you've never had a boyfriend. This is gonna take some getting used to.

"Mrs.Jeon, a little more to the left."

That's gonna take some getting used to, too.

"Ah! Mr. and Mrs.Jeon!" B/f/n's voice travels over to the both of you as the bridesmaids and groomsmen all trail behind her into the courtyard.

"Shut up," You laugh. "My man!" One of the groomsmen come up to Jungkook and hugs him, "I'm happy for you- for the both of yo." He turns to you and extends his hand for you to shake.

"Thanks, uhm...?" "I'm sorry, I know we haven't formally met you. I'm Felix," He says with a sweet smile. He's quite handsome, as is typical for Jungkook's friends. "I'm Y/n," You say with a slight bow.

"That's Mrs.Jeon to you," Jungkook cuts back in, wrapping his arm around your bare shoulders, though his smile is playful.

Suddenly, Jungkook is abruptly pulled of of you, "Kookie! I'm so happy for you!" Lisa exclaims, throwing herself on him before he gets a chance to react. He doesn't hug her back, just keeps his arms open, "Lisa- I- uhm, thanks."

She pulls away slightly, though she doesn't let him go, "Look at you all grown up and mature now."

You didn't think she'd stoop so low, but here she is blatantly flirting with him in front of you and everyone else. "Yeah...thanks," Jungkook says, clearly uncomfortable. He gently pulls her off of himself, which is clearly a move she didn't expect from him because she immediately goes into clean-up mode, "And you- you make the most beautiful bride, Y/n!"

"Thanks." You can't even be bothered to say anymore than that because if you do, these cameras are gonna catch you pummeling her into the ground in your wedding dress.

"Anyway!" B/f/n cuts into the conversation, emphasizing how awkward the interaction is, "Time for pictures!"

And, as though someone has flipped a switch, everyone is back to their excitement and merriment.

Except, of course, Lisa.

All things considered, the time spent taking pictures was a breeze. Everyone got their chance to pose with you and Jungkook, and you're sure even the paparazzi must've gotten a few good shots.

Now, you're all standing outside of the dining hall waiting to be announced upon entry. Pair by pair, each bridesmaid and goormsman walks in until it's only you and Jungkook.

"Ready?" He asks, a smile on his face as he takes a deep breath. You nod, "Ready."

"And now, I'd like to present, for the first time ever as man and wife, Mr. and Mrs.Jeon!"

You and Jungkook enter into a room teeming with cheers and shouts, a few tables being banged on in excitement.

Of course, unable to resist the applause, Jungkook take an exaggerated bow and then pulls your hand straight up in the air in triumph before leading you to the table where all your court is already sat, with two large empty seats in the middle, saved for the both of you.

Slowly, guests come up to congratulate you both personally, their smiles genuine and warm. All this time you spent dreading your wedding day; you never thought you'd feel so at peace in your new role- of course, it's only been about an hour and a half.

You spot Namjoon walking around from table to table recording people, "Wanna say a few words to the bride and groom?" He looks quite happy for being "Jungkook's babysitter", as he'd put it that night at Jungkook's birthday party. You chuckle. "Namjoon's funny, isn't he?" Jungkook asks, as though he's able to read your mind. "Yeah...very much so." "You know he's totally in love with B/f/n, right?" "Totally." You watch as B/f/n follows him around with a small ring light.

Soon, people start making their way to the dance floor, having had their fill of food and drinks. "Come dance with us, Mr. and Mrs.Jeon," B/f/n says, pulling on your wrist. You look at Jungkook who is aggressively noding his head, "Oh, absolutely." He puts his drink down and then grabs your other wrist, the both of them leading to the dancefloor with the rest of your court- except Lisa, who you spotted only moments ago, seething, sitting at a table with Rose, arms crossed.

You all dance together in a cluster on the dance floor, Jungkook and Felix are clowns, of course, and soon they're pulling their pant legs up so they can get in a "twerking stance." "They're a little too good at this," B/f/n laughs, "Oh, you should see him twerk on a door," Namjoon cuts in, bringing his drink up to his lips as he sways slightly. Jungkook looks at Namjoon, clearly already a little buzzed and he puts his hands square on Namjoon's shoulders, "You were the best ring bearer that ever...beared rings." "And you were the best groom that ever...Yeah, let me not finish that sentence." "Aaaay! The wedding man!" You all turn to see Jin coming up and throwing his arm on Jungkook's shoulders, "You sly devil, how'd you manage to nab a girl this fine," He says, motioning to you. Jungkook's tone gets immediately more serious, "Yo, that's my wife." "Of course, of course. I'm sorry- you know how I get when I get a few drinks in me. I say whetever comes to mind." "Oh, we know." Namjoon rolls his eyes. Jin says, "I'm so glad there was a wedding after all." "The wedding was never off, dweeb," Namjoon looks annoyed whenever he has to interact with Jin- I wonder if it's because he's almost always intoxicated. Jin furrows his brows, "I know, I meant after the whole dress thing." You all look at each other in confusion, "What about my dress?" You ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

As far as you know, your mom and B/f/n didn't tell anyone about the dress except Jungkook and it was right before the ceremony. The dress you're wearing now is one they'd previously considered at the bridal shop weeks ago that they'd held on to in case you didn't like the first one. How the hell did this bozo know anything about your dress?

Unless...

"Oh- uhm, your dress? I- I didn't mean to say that," Jin's eyes widen and he starts trying to backtrack. Jungkook gets in his face and takes Jin's arm off from his shoulders, "No, too late. Say what you were going to say." "It's nothing, man. Like I said, I say anything when I'm drunk." "Jin." With Namjoon and Jungkook both standing so close to his face, Jin has no choice but to give in to the pressure. "LisatoldRosethatshewasgonnaruinY/n'sdressbforetheceremony!" He blurts. "What?" Jungkook asks. "Ugh...Lisa told Rose that she was gonna ruin Y/n's dress before the ceremony. She's been planning it since Mrs.Jeon asked her to be a bridemsaid..."

Your heart is pounding in your chest. Of course it was her. How could you not have known? The nerves and adrenaline of it all completely clouded your judgment before. You and B/f/n immediately start looking around for Lisa. Wedding or not, you're gonna beat this bitch's ass.

"Do you see her? I don't see her," B/f/n says, still looking around. "She was just there, what the hell?" You groan. When you turn back to say something to Jungkook, you realize he's not there anymore. "What- where'd he go?" You ask Namjoon, who only points in the direction of the dining hall doors.

You see Jungkook walking over to the security guards standing at their posts. You pick up the skirt of your dress and follow after him. Once you get over to where he is, the bodyguards immediately walk in the directions of the tables. "What- what are you doing?" He doesn't answer, just stands there watching. The goofiness from minutes before is gone and he seems completely sobered up. You both watch as the security guards approach a birdesmaid over at the punch bowl- It's Lisa.

They exchange a few words, her face going from confused to irritated, her eyes immediately darting to Jungkook, and then settling on you.

All three of them walk back toward where you are, right in front of the doors, and you see some people who were sitting in that general vicinity are now staring, whispering to each other. Everyone else seems completely oblivious.

"Kookie, what's going on?" She asks, her eyes switching from snake to deer in the headlights, but you know better than to fall into it. Does Jungkook?

"Cut the shit, Lisa. Jin told us everything," Jungkook hisses. "What- what are you talking about?" She starts playing with her fingernails, getting more and more nervous but trying to play it cool. "The dress, Lisa. The fucking dress. How could you do this to me? To Y/n?" "Are you insinuating that I had something to do with her dress?" She narrows her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You know, so many people have tried to warn me over the years, but I ignored it all. I ignored the warnings, I ignored the cattiness, I ignored the childish games- this ends here."

Her eyes get wide again, "Kook, come on. It's- it's not that serious. She found another dress- Y/n, come on. Can't fight your own battles so you got my best friend to turn on me?-" "Don't ever talk to my wife again." "Jungkook-" She puts her hand on Jungkook's arm but he swiftly pulls it away, "Get her out of here." He doesn't even stick around to watch her go, just grabs your hand and leads you out of the double doors and back out to the courtyard where you'd previously taken pictures with your court.

Once you're outside, he lets go of your hand and just leans against a pillar, putting his face in his hands, "I'm so sorry, Y/n."

"Jungkook, it's okay. I-" "No, it's not. You tried to tell me again and again and I didn't listen. I couldn't protect you even from something so petty. I'm so sorry-" You step toward him and take his hands off of his face, "Hey..." You say gently, looking up at him. "Hey..." He says, sadness melting into a small smile.

You hadn't noticed it before under the dim lights of the dining hall, but his cheeks are flushed the perfect shade of soft pink, the drinks having caught up to him, despite how soberly he was talking only moments ago. His hair is just messy enough to fall in his eyes, but still neat enough to hold an entire photoshoot for Calvin Klein if he wanted to, especially with his loosened tie and slightly unbuttoned dress shirt.

Again, Michelangelo's David comes to mind.

You stand in silence for a bit, basking in each other's presence; the first time you've been alone as husband and wife. It feels the same...and yet different. Jungkook's called you his wife twice tonight. Both times, it made your heart stir in your chest. You're his wife...

"You're my husband now," You say shyly, putting your hands behind your back and looking down, your smile practically cramping up your cheeks,

"I am," He chuckles, staring at you.

He takes another step closer and lifts your chin, your eyes locking once again, though just as you think he might kiss you, he's pulling your arms onto his shoulders and snaking his around your waist, beginning to sway with you. You only now notice that they've begun to play a slow song inside, the distance making the melody barely audible...but you don't mind.

You're in his arms again.

You lock your hands together behind his neck, letting him lead you, and you just let your head rest on him. After a moment, you realize he's humming. "You know this song?" You ask. "Mhm...She is Love by Parachute." "It's pretty." He doesn't respond, choosing instead to sing the words softly to you.

"It was all the same, all my pride and shame, but she put me on my feet... They call her love, love, love, love. She is love and she is all I need. She is love and she is all I need. She is love, and she is all I need."

His voice so angelic, you wish you could record this moment.

But that's the thing about these beautiful moments; we always wish we could capture them somehow, though if we could, they might not be so special anymore.

Maybe what makes them so, is their inability to be bottled up.

You and Jungkook are back at the dinner table chatting it up with your court, the only empty seat being Lisa's. Funny enough, Rose and Jin seem perfectly settled in and comfortable despite the fact that their bestie has been swiftly kicked out. You're sure Rose's mission is now to relay everything to Lisa.

"Excuse me everyone, may I please have your attention! Before we wrap up the party, the father of the groom would like to say a few words to the Bride and Groom." The DJ says, the lights brightening just a bit as Mr. and Mrs.Jeon Sr. come up to stand by the booth.

"Yes, hello everyone," Mr.Jeon bows, "I'm so happy that everyone came to support our family on this momentous occasion. Truly, an occasion we've looked forward to since the day our son was born," From where you and Jungkook sit, it almost looks like Mr.Jeon's eyes are watering.

"As you all know, this wedding will mark the beginning of the merger of our family companies, with my son and new daughter-in-law being the heirs. We cannot begin to express how incredibly proud we are of them- so, as a gift to express our love, my wife and I, along with Mr.L/n and Mrs.L/n, have gotten the bridge and groom a gift."

He waves you and Jungkook over, to which you both respond by looking at each other confusedly. Jungkook helps you out of your seat and you walk up to them. Mr.Jeon hands an envelope to Jungkook, who quickly opens it and pulls out its contents.

A paper, and two sets of keys.

"Wait-" Jungkook says, brows furrowed. He passes the paper to you and then looks at his dad, an expression of complete disbelief. "Congratulations, son."

A house. They've bought you a house.

Everyone begins cheering at every table, as though they've instantly understood the gift.

Jungkook immediately hugs his dad, and then his shoulders start shaking violently- he's begun to cry, and so has his father. You hug Mrs.Jeon tightly, and then go over to your parents who are sat at a table a few feet away, hugging them with all of your strength, your own tears falling onto their shoulders.

You rejoin Jungkook after he's had his moment, and he takes the mic from his dad, "Wow, I cannot tell you all how shocked we are. This was truly unexpected. I think I can speak for my wife-" He glances over at you, a smile on his face as he says it, "- and myself when I say that we are so grateful for the support our parents have given us, and also for the support you've all shown us. Not just today but every day leading up to this and even before. Friends, family- we love you all so much.

We couldn't have done it without you."

The rest of the party was a blur after that moment; more food, more drinks, more laughter and joy, and before you know it, it's all come to an end. "Okay, let's get you back to the hotel and get you out of this dress so you guys can pack your suitcase for the honeymoon!" B/f/n says, grabbing her purse and walking over to Namjoon really quickly. Jungkook looks at you, his soft eyes taking you in; you'll only be in this dress for a little while longer...he's not so eager to end this night yet. "Wanna go somewhere?" He says quietly. To which you smile and respond, "Sure."

"Ready?" B/f/n says, bright eyed and bushy tailed for someone who had thrown back at least 5 shots in the last hour and a half. "Uhm...I'm actually..." You don't quite know how to say it. "I'm gonna take her to the hotel," Jungkook interjects. "What? But you still have to-" "That sounds just fine," Namjoon says, coming up behind B/f/n and lightly pushing her along, giving the both of you a knowing smile. "Wait-" "Let's go, B/f/n," He coaxes. You and Jungkook share a little laugh and then walk out hand in hand to the car.

This time, rather than having a driver, Jungkook is behind the wheel. His arm is extended past the center console and resting on your knee, his thumb stroking the fabric gently. Your heart skips with every touch, and suddenly you feel like a shy teenager; maybe this is what Madonna was talking about when she sang, 'Like a Virgin'.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks, glancing at you. It's only just dawned on you that you've been quiet the entire car ride, which has been about 20 minutes. "I...I don't know." "Liar," He smiles. "I guess I'm just...taking it all in." "Me too." He pulls into a gas station and turns the car off, "Come on." "What? Where?" "Into the unknoooown," He sings. "Never took you as a Disney Princess guy," You laugh. He doesn't acknowledge what you'd said, just exits the car and walks around and opens your door, "My queen." His exaggerated bow elicits another laugh. You gather your skirt and somehow manage to jump out of the car. One arm hooked around his, you both walk into the gas station store. The few people inside turn to look at you and just continue staring. It was probably a strange scene: a bride and groom strolling in casually, walking over to the chip section. You almost wanna laugh imagining it from their perspective. "Pick anything you want," Jungkook says, excitedly picking up a few bags of chips for himself. You carefully examine the wide selection. He walks away to, you assume, look at more things- but when he comes back, he has a basket full of things. You toss a few bags of chips and a candy bar into the basket, along with two drinks; one for hydration, one for pleasure. "Done." He nods and walks over to the counter. "Will that be all?" The cashier says sarcastically. "Wait, wait..." Jungkook tosses in a small pack of gum, "Done."

You ride in happy silence, windows down, your hair falling out of the once-elegant wedding hair style, though you look just as beautiful- at least, that's what Jungkook thinks. You finally drive into a parking lot set on a hill, overlooking the beautiful cityscape. The businesses that would normally be bustling with clientele are closed for the night, so it's only the two of you there.

"Wow...it's beautiful out here," You say, dazzled by the way the lights twinkle down below, cars going back and forth, weaving in and out of sight between the buildings. "Yeah. I first found this spot a few years ago during one of my...not so bright moments," He chuckles, grabbing the bag with all the snacks and taking out his banana milk, "and I've just been coming ever since." "Hmm," You nod, thinking about what he's just said. Not so bright moments... "What does that mean?" You ask. You would've normally left suuch a vague statement alone, thinking if he wanted to expand then he would, but fuck it. That's your husband now, right? You deserve to know...you want to know. You want to know him so badly, now more than ever.

"What, did Namjoon not do a good enough job telling you all my business?" He smirks, causing you to roll your eyes playfully, "Shut up." His smile fades slightly as he sinks into deep thought; as though he's carefully selecting what words to use. "Well...after I came out of rehab, I kind of didn't know what to do with myself. I knew I couldn't go back to how I was living before, as far as the heavy drinking and the drugs- I had done a lot of damage to my family, you know? I couldn't bear to disappoint them like that again," He sighs, taking a sip of his drink, "So, I would spend hours- some times all night- just driving and driving. I drove everywhere, all alone. I drove angry, I drove sad, I drove numb, I drove happy...not that I had many happy moments at that time." You turn in your seat (as best as you can in this big ass dress) and look at him as he talks.

"Did you...ever ask anyone to drive with you?" He furrows his brows, a confused expression on his face, "No, I...I guess I didn't know that I could." Without another word, you reach over and grab his hand, squeezing it lightly. "You might just be the only person in my world who can relate to this feeling," He says in a low voice, looking down at your hands; you do the same. You know exactly what he means.

When you look back up, he's already looking at you; his eyes are low, dark obsidian pupils flickering back and forth from your eyes, to your lips, "Y/n..." "Yes?" You whisper, heart so loud you hear it in your ears. "Can I kiss you again?"

You nod, chest rising up and down as your breath catches in your throat. Not even at "You may kiss the bride" did your heart beat so fast as it does now.

His lips press firmly against yours and slowly, you feel both yours and his head moving rhythmically together.

When he pulls away breathlessly, you can see a tiny bit of your makeup on his nose and mouth, causing you to let out a little laugh.

"What?" He smiles, "Nothing..." You reach over and grab the side of his face, and this time, its your thumb stroking his cheek.

You could look at him forever...

Thanks for being patient in your wait for the next part! Let me know what more you want to see going forward into their married life! DM me some juicy drama to add in :)

[belokhvostikova]

I've been going through your whole masterlist since yesterday and it's safe to say I'm obsessed! You're a fantastic writer <33

I have to say “Interrogations with the unconscious” is my favorite. It was a big ouchie, though... Do you think they did wind up back together (after some grovelling from Eddie 😉), or do they go back to no contact?

Ah, THANK YOU SO MUCH! <3 I love that my page is being ransacked!

And “Interrogations with the Unconscious,” are you kidding?! I feel like out of all my oneshots, that one is not my most popular, but it’s a dear little treasure of mine, I loved writing it! It was my birthday treat! :)

(Please know, if I ever write a story wear Eddie and Reader don’t get back together, I’ve been kidnapped and someone’s taken over my page!) Rockstar!Eddie, of course, grovels to the depths of hell to get back with Reader- well, at least in my head, lol. It’s safe to say Eddie does, in fact, have a face that’s hard to say no to, as—much to their dismay—management would allow him to stay in Indianapolis longer than what was intended.

It was a win-win, those who previously bought tickets to the Indy show were able to attend a show, where Eddie actually stayed to perform, and Eddie got the gift of spending Christmas with you. Of course, it came with much reluctance on your part, but when Eddie promised to bring “the old man” with him, you couldn’t pass up a chance to spend Christmas with Wayne Munson!

He played quite the mediator, enjoying the snippy banter that played out between you and Eddie over the roast. And when needed, Wayne jumped in to take your side, and ensured Eddie was receiving all the playful insults. And maybe, just maybe, when Eddie needed help with kneading the cookie dough, a little spark buzzed within you two, as your fingers brushed to smooth out the mush of flour and eggs.

But, of course, the road called, and Eddie couldn’t spend time in Indy forever. Which is why he exuded the most effort to fly across the country to spend his off days in Indiana. For you? No. Totally not. It just so happened to be a coincidence that during this period one of the biggest playboys in Hollywood wasn’t photographed with any models/actresses, like he usually would be. Total coincidence, ha ha…

And maybe you notice how attentive he’s become, washing off that rockstar facade to showcase the old Eddie you once fell in love with. Something about being back in his home state that really brings him back down to Earth. So, perhaps, one day, Eddie suggests moving back to Indiana. And his team hates it. But what’s his team without Eddie Munson?!

So, yeah, a plot of land is purchased in Indiana- hey, funny enough, only a twenty minute drive from your townhouse, huh? And maybe it’s the close proximity that allows a friendship to bud between you and Eddie. I mean, it’s not like you can avoid him, he’s still in your friend group.

And let’s just say, one, I don’t know, drunken night, you’re feeling just a teensy bit horny. C’mon, you’re a grown woman with needs, happens to the best of us. And Eddie, well, Eddie can recognize that needy face from a mile away, so when he catches those round eyes across the room at the mixer Harrington was hosting, he jumped hurdles to ask if you were okay.

Of course, you weren’t okay! You knew that! He knew that!

And Eddie complied with every stern request from you that this was only a ONE. TIME. THING.

But is it ever really? No.

Nine months later, gossip articles are in a frenzy over the iceberg that’s been spotted on your ring finger.

[wolfstarlibrarian]

Helloo!!

I was just wondering if you knew any fics where Remus is a photographer? The plot doesn't necessarily matter, just as long as Remus is a photographer, and that it plays a not necessarily central role, but at least so that it gets mentioned often throughout the story.

Thanks!!

A picture of my dog because she's adorable🫶

Well since you sent a picture of your ADORABLE dog, clearly this request must be filled.

Photographer Remus 📸

Exposed by @remuslives23 (Part 3 of the Muse Verse series) Sirius helps Remus overcome his insecurities.

Ink & Parchment by @prettyremus A cache of letters between Remus Lupin and Sirius Black has recently been uncovered. Join us as they are released, and read the story of their love through their own words.

Walking in a Wizard Wonderland by @yumenouveau It's minutes till Christmas and Sirius has just finished bar-tending for the a Victorian-style wedding. He'd been watching the cute photographer all night, but little did he know the other man was looking back at him too. With how hard it's started to snow, Sirius wonders whether the other man will be able to get home or if he'll be staying over for Christmas

Rule of Thirds by bluepeony Modern AU: Sirius Black, star of the university's football team, only wants one thing: a teensy-weensy, harmless little kiss.

Pictures of You by @cacchieressa He stretched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that [he] had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever. ~F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby