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worldviewmazovian · 2 years

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inside of you there are two wolves

#Donna tart #Anne Rice #so rip Twitter huh

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deepfriedpaddymayne · 1 year

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ok so to clear everything up and also give this some context, the short version is that I got in touch with the person who runs the Daily César Domboy fan account (here on instagram, and here on twitter), who has spoken to César himself about Rogue Heroes season 2, and he confirmed that unfortunately his character, as well as the few remaining Frenchmen, have all been written out and will not be coming back for s2.

While I couldn't get TOO much detail, the reason for this was apparently script changes, so it does seem that he was initially supposed to have a storyline for s2 which had to be taken out for whatever reason. apparently César is not planning to make an announcement, so I think this is as close to official confirmation as we are gonna get until, y'know, the season actually airs and he's not there lmao.

so, yeah, in short,

#sas rogue heroes #augustin jordan #cesar domboy #yeah let's not. talk about how upset i am about this #though VERY intrigued about what the hell they are gonna do with paddy's storyline now #i was doing some twitter stalking this morning and when i realised that the person who runs the fan account seemed to have info #i decided to shoot them a message #they were very nice & helpful and while i understand that people do lie on the internet for clout and also fun #it would be kind of insane if a fan account that's existed for ages suddenly decided to ruin their reputation #by lying about something that will easily be disproven in about a year #so yeah i am assuming that they are telling the truth. also cause they were as gutted about it as i was rip #anyway yeah huh. i am. sad.

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limeanura · 2 years

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If I’m gonna fit in...

I need more weird shot to post. I’m talking the absolutely most out of pocket “what the hell is this” kind of content. The sort of shit you’d see PM Seymour narrate in a silly little voice. The kind of stuff that get’s crossposted to other sites because of how absurd it is. But how. How am I going to create such strange, surrealist content? I am but a humble little froglet shouting into the void of tumblr. I’ve only read homestuck recently, so the accent has yet to set in. Alas, perhaps it is a foregone effort. Maybe a little lime like me was never meant to fit in... Anyway here’s a possum I drew on miiverse

#possum #opossum #virgina opossum #miiverse #what #huh #twitter is dead lol #rip twitter #good riddance #i said homestuck once so i have to tag it #homestuck #little guy #smol #scrimblo #skrunkle #i need to sleep

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cubedmango · 11 months

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Hello. Do you have a convenient master post of the Era swap AU thing you made?

theres the swap au tag (and on web u can scroll the same tag in chronological order) but not a dedicated masterpost sorry! might get around to making one if i make more stuff on that au later

#there was the twitter moment too but .... rip moments 😔#i dont rlly update the au a lot so i didnt rlly consider making a masterpost tbh #plus i didnt expect anyone to be interested in it so kdjskfjg yeah #i should make smth for it again huh ..... had that one wip i could finish #my answer

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lorarri · 3 days

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★ . . . 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 , 𝐂𝐒𝟓𝟓

summary , your brother is desperate for you to like real madrid and is willing to do whatever it takes to get there

pairing , real madrid! footballer! carlos sainz x fem! alonso! f1 driver! reader

series masterlist | main masterlist | sol’s masterlist | f1 masterlist

BIG BRO NANDO

I come bearing great news!

LIL SIS Y/N

what have you done?

BIG BRO NANDO

I got your team to get you to do some pr with

*drum roll*

REAL MADRID

LIL SIS Y/N

you're really not gonna stop until I find football midly interesting, huh?

BIG BRO NANDO

yup

you are spanish

your lack of interest in the beautiful game is scary

and who knows you might find your future husband there

LIL SIS Y/N

I doubt it but okay

HEY JUDE

okay dude are we gonna talk about the tension between you and Y/N or....?

CHILI BOY

hola jude

also I have no idea what you are talking about

HEY JUDE

dude we allll saw you basically eye fucking each other the WHOLE TIME we were filming

CHILI BOY

.....

was I that obvious?

HEY JUDE

yes.

anyway cuz I'm such a good friend

I'm going to help you shoot your shot

so I invited Y/N to tonight's game and I also invited her to the after party

so you two can talk and get to know each other

cuz the quicker the two of you do that the quick you can get the team paddock passes and you two can get married and do it couple shit

CHILI BOY

wow...

thank you for removing my free will and planning my life out for me

HEY JUDE

what are friends for mi amigo

yourinstagram and carlossainz55 . 4hrs ago

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fernandoalo_oficial replied to carlossainz55 story!

hurt my sister and I will kills you

and I don't care if you play for my favorite team or not

judebellingham replied to carlossainz55 story!

so.....

when's the wedding?

cuz I was thinking summer

too soon my friend

carlossainz55 replied to yourinstagram story!

hola hermosa

I think you left your earrings at my place

and I think you should come get them

I wasn't wearing earings last night tf?

if you want me come over you could have just asked

okay

can you come over

sure as long as you buy me food

anything for you princesa

yourinstagram and carlossainz55

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yourinstagram and carlossainz55 #mycalvins w/ the love of my life

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user MY WIFEY AND MY HUBBY TOGETHER???? SINCE WHEN???

user rue when was this

judebellingham took you long enough mate

user why goes my gut tell me nando had something to do with this

camavinga and finally he makes a moveee

user love how we are all losing our minds and planning a wedding in the comments section

vinijr when's the wedding and what color suit should I get?

user okay but how slay is this hard launch

aurelientchm one hard launch for chili one large step for man

user love that the madrid team saw this coming from miles off

fernandoalo_oficial !hala madrid!

user nando plz now is not the time for your madrid propaganda

user oh twitter must be in shamles by now

user at this point might as well rip up my 2024 bingo card

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fernandoalo_oficial and judebellingham . 2hrs ago

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I owe you one dude

just make me the best man at your wedding and then we are square

and get killed by toni?

not a chance my friend

was worth a try

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116t98 · 6 months

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Rough English summaries of the Heartsteel boys from a Nylon China article

translated by @kyleenim on Twitter

Aw, Ez wanted to be an archaeologist (I wonder if he was inspired by his parents in this AU 🤔). He’s definitely that celebrity who has an on-stage persona that’s so goofy and free spirited, it surprises everyone when they find out he actually has a masters degree

Also, he might be better at singing than dancing, but I still believe he’s the best dancer in the group (Baekzreal is real!)

He really is the definition of a himbo

He’s a happy, successful music artist with friends that he adores (and who love him just as much). His momma must be so proud of him 🥰

We already knew that Kayn is a secret pop stan, but it’s nice to have further confirmation

RIP Kayn’s hair 😔

So they were gym bros long before Heartsteel, huh? Somehow that doesn’t surprise me

If Ez wanted to be an archaeologist before he became a singer, would K’sante have wanted to be a director or designer?

Gamer Yone is canon 🎮

Brb, imagining Yone and Yasuo having a DJ battle like in the Scott Pilgrim movie

Ok Riot, I need to know two things:

Which instruments does he know how to play?

Did he ever use his musical talents to prank/piss off Alune? Like that trumpet kid meme?

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toorumlk · 29 days

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Hi I'm so freaking obsessed with your twitter.

Also what's your favorite Romione moment in the books and why?

ohohoho thank you, friend, i’m quite proud of some of the stuff i’ve posted on there B)

and as for my favourite romione moment in the books, when i read the question i first blanked out for a couple minutes, thinking of a bunch of smaller, sillier scenes. but then i remembered that i do have a favourite and it’s from chapter 11 of DH, when remus visited the trio at grimmauld place and filled them in on he goings on of the war -including the implementation of the muggle-born registry. ron’s response upon hearing this (after his immediate outrage) was

and it’s not just the hand holding and the “‘you won’t have a choice’ said Ron fiercely” that played out so vividly in my head like this:

but this scene demonstrates so perfectly the political weight of this pairing (muggleborn/blood traitor) which i think is the immovable narrative foundation of romione. all of their silly moments and idiosyncrasies aside, there is genuine narrative purpose behind this love. ron has always had an astute understanding of the blood supremacist politics of the wizarding world (need i remind that he was ready to curse shitco at the ripe age of 12 for calling hermione the in-universe slur) and just how wrong it is. ron is a pure-blood wizard and by design has so much privilege in this society bc of it, but by virtue of having parents like arthur and molly, he’s grown up knowing the importance of fighting against blood supremacist ideology. always.

so, after hearing about the completely horrifying muggleborn registry ("People won't let this happen," said Ron. "It is happening, Ron," said Lupin.), he immediately turns to his muggleborn best friend and love of his life and says “i’m making you a family member, i’m going to use the protection my family-name has and use it to protect you from the awful injustice of our situation, no you won’t have a choice but to let me help you”

i remember having such a… visceral reaction while reading this scene like holy shit .. these kids, THESE KIDS!!!!! this is the bone-marrow-deep love that makes me feel insane. this dynamic of the blood traitor/muggleborn always there, from CoS all the way to the epilogue. We get to see that romione is the story’s pure blood/muggleborn that finally made it (rip jily and tedromeda :(). we see it in hermione keeping her muggle last name after they get married (oh my god these two actually got married) and we also see it in the hyphenated Granger-Weasley (granger being first!) in their kids’ last names (oh my gof these two had TWO kids). they are a true symbol of change and progress in their world.

also this is one of those moments where i’m so glad that our only window to romiones relationship development is through harry’s narration because it so brilliantly shows the readers this blossoming love story instead of just telling us about it because harry obviously doesn’t have access to the inner thoughts of his two best friends, he can only witness them fall deeper in love. showing the audience acts of love is always more powerful and my god is this an act of showing your love to your beloved.

(and not to go on an unrelated tangent, but this is exactly why i could never ship my girl hermione w any DE or DE-adjacent character. no fucking way. not when the concept of a muggle-born registry exists in this universe, not when the antagonists in this story wish to eradicate people like her from their society. idk about the rest of y’all but im going to keep taking the narrative seriously bc the worldbuilding obviously has real world ties/implications and i like engaging with the canon. tangently to the tangent, i saw someone (a ron basher) on twitter say that ron, OUR RON FROM THE ABOVE EXCERPT, was “one bad day away from becoming a death eater” ohhhh ohhh i ought to beat you with sticks bc HUH? this is the same kid who said he would’ve boarded the train back to kings cross if he got sorted to slytherin, the house notorious for birthing DEs, at the tender age of 11)

anyways, all this to say is that romione is incredibly, realistically, materially romantic and i love them and i love their love <3

#romione #harry potter #harry potter and the deathly hallows #pro romione #bc duh #romione meta #hp meta #harry potter meta #toorumlk #nusreplies #my art #bc the hands #ron weasley defense squad

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jangse0hye0n · 5 months

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Undress

Word count: 1053

Pairing: Park Wonbin x f!idol reader

Warnings: Suggestive content (not smut but still MDNI), swearing, pet names, (let me know if there are others)

Scenario: During the MMAs, sitting at the artist area, she couldn't keep her eyes off from her boyfriend, especially when he's wearing that outfit.

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Watching your boyfriend from the side of the stage as he performs his new song at the MMAs, you couldn’t help but stare at him with heart eyes. Your boyfriend, Park Wonbin, member of Riize, is currently performing Talk Saxy and lets just say you were about to pay whoever styled them for tonight a big amount of money. He looked ever so gorgeous, he was wearing a dress shirt with a tie under a vest, and had his sleeves rolled up, which gave room for his gloves. Not to mention before this he just performed a guitar solo, if you weren’t in front of many other celebrities you would’ve been foaming at the mouth and on your knees for him.

But of course the public couldn’t know about your relationship so you had to keep your reactions to a minimum, which was hard given how good he looked while he was dancing. You were fully restraining yourself from going all crazy over your boyfriend, truly it was a challenge. “Only a couple more hours” you thought to yourself, only a couple more hours until you can finally talk to him freely back stage. Boy was that couple of hours long as fuck.

Riize as a group was sitting in front of you in the artist area, and you were trying to focus on the performances and not your boyfriend that was sitting a mere couple meters from you. Finally the award show was over, and god were you so happy. You faked a stomach ache during the end so you could get backstage quicker, your members not questioning you as they witnessed you trying to hold yourself back earlier during Wonbin’s performance.

You practically ran backstage and went into your dressing room looking for your phone, once you got it, you texted Wonbin to go in there. While you waited for him, you scrolled on twitter, boy were you drooling now. Fan site pictures of Wonbin were being released one by one, you had to sit on the couch that was in the dressing room before you fainted at the sight of your boyfriend. You continued to scroll and even saved some of the pictures to your phone.

Not long after you heard someone open the door and close it very quickly, as if they didn’t want anyone to see that they went into your dressing room. Without looking up from your phone you said “lock the door” to the person. “What’s the emergency?” a deep voice asked you, and you proceed to show them your phone screen very dramatically. “You, you’re the emergency. Do you know how hard I was trying to contain myself out there?” You said dramatically at your boyfriend Wonbin who was now staring at himself on your phone, he laughed a very amused laugh as he sat next to you.

“Well I guess my outfit today is very, uh much huh princess?” he asked you while raising an eyebrow. You playfully hit him as you felt yourself getting weaker at the sight of him. “I hate you” you crossed your arms and looked away from him, mainly so you don't rip off his clothes. “Oh do you know? Hard to believe that darling” he whispered into your ear and in one swift move he lifted you up onto his lap. “Tell me princess, what do you want hm?” either his voice was getting deeper or you were about to faint.

“I… I want to take all this” pointing to his outfit “off of you” you said, not really conscious at this point, now that he’s so close to you. “My baby wants to undress me huh?” he teased you and as you nod, his smile grew wider. “Well then…” he bit the edge of his glove and slid it off his hand while staring into your eyes “care to help me princess? Will you be a good girl and help me take this off?” you couldn’t handle his teasing at this point you could go crazy.

You nodded quickly and bit your lip to contain any noises that might come out of your mouth, reminding yourself that there are still people outside. Wonbin, who already took off his gloves, gave you the green light to do whatever you wanted to, he usually would be the one doing the undressing, but in this case he had to give in to you. How could he not? He was so amused that his girlfriend was so head over heels for him that she wanted to undress him that bad.

You started at his vest, unbuttoning it one by one. Once you were done, he took it off so the next parts would be easier for you. Then you went to loosen his tie, and pull it over his head, throwing it to the side. He didn’t take his eyes off of you the entire time, focused on your pretty face as your hands did unholy things to him. Lastly you began to unbutton his shirt, while you were doing this, he caressed your cheek softly. He couldn’t help it, he himself right now can’t really contain himself from ripping your dress off of you.

You were finally done, and you opened his shirt to see his toned body, running your fingers down his chest to his abs. “My eyes are up here princess” he chuckled as you looked like you were about to drool all over him. He looked at your unfocused face, clearly very distracted by his body. “C’mere pretty” he pulled you closer and connected your lips. His hands that were once on your waist, go down to your hips and eventually onto your ass.

You moaned a bit as he squeezed your ass and you could feel his lips turn into a smirk as you did that. “We can’t do this here” he said a bit out of breath, he knows that both of your reputations are on the line right now. The high risk of getting caught wasn’t worth it. You whined as you started to grind on him, he groaned and held you in place. “Princess… be patient” he warned you with a stern tone. You being the needy girlfriend was still whining in his arms. “Be quiet or I won't let you cum tonight”

- For reference if any needs visuals on what he looks like

#riize #riize wonbin #wonbin #park wonbin #riize imagines #briize #riize smut #riize x reader #riize scenarios

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whoslaurapalmer · 19 days

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twin peaks but it happens in 2010. laura palmer have iphone etc etc

this ask has been haunting me since i saw it last night oh my god okay okay so

i wanted to lead with laura being an influencer but no one was quite influencing in 2010 yet. but the point here being that i think she posts a lot online and cultivates her online image very carefully (very soft, carefree, excited teenager) and has a LOT of followers on everything and always gets a ton of likes. bc it's laura, she's so beautiful and special and popular, of course everyone is following her, of course everyone is liking all her posts to get a piece of her

she has a twitter (laurapalmer93) where she posts a lot of pictures with little captions like.......'morning donuts at the diner!!' with a picture of the donuts and a milkshake or a Coffee To Be An Adult, 'can you believe this guy? <3' with a picture of bobby making a face (or even.........dare i say it...........doing the dougie), a picture of donna and james with '<33333333' (modern emojis were just getting really big then but i myself was not a big emoji user in 2010 yet, so neither is laura), 'don't tell ;)' with a picture of her holding a cigarette (of course everyone still smokes in the high school bathrooms).

one time she gets away with posting the lyrics to if i die young by the band perry (IF I DIE YOUNG! BURY ME IN SATIN! LAY ME DOWN ON A BED OF ROSES!) (FUNNY WHEN YOU'RE DEAD HOW PEOPLE START LISTENING!) bc it's a popular song. it raises a few eyebrows but it's a song and it's laura. how seriously do you take teen angst, even among your friends? that's just what laura does. what's there to really worry about, huh? (the song was released in may 2010 but let's say the lead up to her death is in 2010)

on facebook she posts a lot of volunteer stuff. school dance photos, which she helps organize. buy some cookies to support the french club!! she's very involved with student council, and she organizes the group halloween costume. her facebook is filled with photos of her with other people, but not really any of just her. she doesn't post a lot of statuses, but they're usually about homework or tests or 'feels like summer!' towards the end of the school year. she's friends with her parents. she definitely takes ap classes.

she has a private vent twitter (lostinthewoods) with zero followers that she uses as a diary bc she thinks it'll be safer than having it physically written down. her childhood lisa frank diary with the tiny lock and glitter gel pens that she kept in her bed post went missing, after all. her vent twitter is filled with sooooooo many tweets bc this was still the 160 character limit days and she would just post and post and post especially late at night. (she definitely has string lights in her room.) she is a MASTER of using her phone with no one seeing -- she has the layout absolutely memorized. she was only caught texting in class once and of course the teacher let it go.

bob/leland finds her passwords and breaks into the vent twitter and leaves her horrifying tweets she sees later, instead of the back and forth they have in the diary and leland ripping the pages out.

i think she has a third twitter, for sex, but i'm not sure if that tracks for the time period? (snapchat wasn't a thing until fall 2011.) or like a forum sort of thing? i think it's still super easy for laura to sneak out, even in an increased security camera world. there's still a lot of stress on the, yknow, ~secret unexposed underbelly of the world especially in a time of more eyes on everything~ in the 2010s.

meanwhile, james posts music a lot on facebook, and also acoustic covers of songs. like. yknow. HEY SOUL SISTER. donna loves the original pusheen stickers. they record the picnic video on her flip video camera. mike loves icanhascheezburger, and he jailbreaks his phone. audrey gets really into audrey hepburn quote posting, Aesthetic France, black and white photos, berets, has a photography phase and carries and actual camera bc it's Vintage. she's an early tumblr user. no one else in school has a tumblr yet, so she feels very cool but also very lonely about it.

harry has very little understanding of social media, however cooper is very into all social media, he finds it delightful. he enjoys a good cat video. he looks through all of laura's photos, her tweets, facebook videos, and i think there's, honestly even more of a feeling of tragedy bc of how much more physical evidence there is available of laura's life, lingering fingerprints, last tweets, last posts, passwords to put in and information to see, cold blue computer light, the even worse voyeurism in people expecting so much of your life to be online, in watching it play out online, in the image laura created for herself online to be the person people expected

donna rereads laura's twitter in the dead of night, just over and over again. goes back through their texts. so much of grief has become so much more public with social media and using it as a teenager, and there's this back and forth in donna of not posting anything and then posting the most miserable statuses about losing her best friend.

i know i should get deeper into the investigation but i keep thinking instead of how laura definitely gets a 20/20 special. it's probably definitely called 'the secret life of the american teenager.' (bc there was that show on at the time with the same name) elizabeth vargas visits twin peaks, is appropriately grim, there's a lot of b roll of the town and the woods but without the grace of twin peaks' cinematography. they play up the creation of a narrative big, as they always do on 20/20. the revelation of her 'double life' is at the halfway mark and simultaneously not discussed enough and overestimated. 'laura palmer was your average, everyday teenager -- she liked horses. cats. she got good grades, was homecoming queen, had a boyfriend on the football team. she volunteered on weekends. she had her whole life ahead of her. or was there more to the story than anyone knew? was there a dark side to the all-american girl?' oh, it's agonizing. the trailers play up a lot of potential spooky woods stuff that isn't followed through on in the actual episode.

now 20/20 prides itself on getting the story right, so i feel like it's.........i feel like they have to say it's leland at the end (and they definitely never get into anything about bob). but i also think, for some reason, it could easily have a 'we never found the killer' ending. especially re: s3........the thing is, i feel like laura's death particularly is the kind of thing that shows up on 20/20, but the rest of the circumstances would've ended up on like the unsolved mysteries website (the last revival ended in 2010, before the netflix reboot in 2019) (especially with WELL OUR FBI AGENT WENT MISSING). and there's so much online to put together in a website about it, there's so much for people online to dig into who have never even been to twin peaks, to think they know a town and the people in it and the girl who died even if it's just literally THE MOST DISGUSTING VOYEURISM IN THE WHOLE WORLD i just think there's such a. horror in that. people have the most, just, enraging takes when they get involved in a Murder That Happened Somewhere Else. people thinking they alone can figure out a mystery they've never seen, they can of course see something no one else has. and it's different than the people in the town ignoring it -- i think a lot of the secrets in twin peaks stay the same, no matter the time period, so of course it's still, a terrible dying town killing the people in it, maybe even quieter than it is in the original, some new infrastructure but old buildings, not all of them occupied anymore, ANYWAY -- like of course yes people in the town ignore the same amount they did in the original, all small towns bury things. but just bc the town itself isn't paying attention doesn't mean that some rando online is going to know more, no matter how much they think they will. there's like an entitlement to details of a murder, an I Must Be The Hero, The Savior, bc i'm on a fucking reddit thread about it

now i have zero (0) idea of how medical science and forensics work, but i have to assume there have been some advancements in the field between 1989/1990 and 2010/2011. the town still rushes the funeral, but would albert have been able to find anything else sooner? what is it he would have found to point to leland sooner? oh........dna testing, maybe? would he be able to find out about leland right away? there's more of a sense of urgency, maybe less of a slowness between events, even more of a shattering horror. maybe leland goes missing in an attempt to cover things up. hmmmmmm.

final note -- cooper gets called mulder as a nickname bc the x files happened as a show in this universe.

#lulu talks about twin peaks #THIS HAS CONSUMED ME. I HAVE TO PUT IT DOWN. THANK YOU SO MUCH KAM I HAVE LOVED THIS

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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when emma falls in love ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

“emma met a boy with eyes like a man. turns out, her heart fits right in the palm of his hand.”

summary: daniel was away for work most of the time and so lorelei hester alessandro-ricciardo took it upon herself to let out the words that she would normally whisper in the empty air of their home in australia and began a pregnancy journal entry on her twitter.

content warning: pregnancy (i mean obv), lando being a good sport and godfather, talks of nesting, cravings, mentions episiotomy, use of explicit language, abba references. press to full view the tweets ❤️

note: i haven’t touched this series in a while huh? enjoy xx

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tagged danielricciardo, loricciardo, colabebe

liked by lewishamilton, charles_leclerc, carlossainzjr

user1 rip to all the margaritas that lester never had liked by lando.jpg

user2 why do i feel like the bump photo’s the only decent photo you’ve taken of the two?

lando.jpg because it is.

oscarpiastri still mad at you for drinking my margarita

user3 did he open his legs?

user4 “baby parmesan” 😭 it was a offhanded comment made once by daniel and now that’s the baby’s nickname

lando.jpg yeah we call him “our little par” but the italian side of the family doesn’t agree with it. all except from mateoales

user5 “lori’s in her prime” like she was there since day one 🫡

loricciardo danielricciardo why don’t we have any decent maternity photos? liked by lando.jpg

danielricciardo because we’re not decent people, doll 😉

lando.jpg take Monza 2021, for example.

loricciardo i really love that you are the “goddaddy” as you called you are, to my child. but god, do i want to fight you for bringing up the champagne photo

lando.jpg i didn’t say anything about photos 🫣🤐

thomasraggi_ that margarita was soooo good

ykaaar too bad lester never got a taste of the spirit-free one 🤨

loricciardo what. there was a spirit-free margarita? and landonorris didn’t even bother telling me???

lando.jpg slipped out of my mind bc i was hosting the party 😅

loricciardo i’m mad now.

loricciardo and we’re in the same house. i hope you have your suitcase packed.

colabebe 😂

user6 happy lester is the best lester

maxverstappen1 i hope i didn’t offend you loricciardo

loricciardo you agreed when carlos said that i was growing a giant wheel of parmesan 🤨

charles_leclerc that’s what you don’t say to a pregnant woman, maxie

maxverstappen1 fuck off, like you didn’t tell aimee “rip that pussy” when you found out the twins were heavier than average

charles_leclerc i learned haven’t i?

tagged loricciardo

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mateoales little par looks bigger now 🤨 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo little par’s a bit of a kicker too. he could play for man united.

mateoales or he could be a driver

loricciardo chill out, tesoro. we’re not putting little par on a car yet, alright 😒

user1 SHE OFFICIALLY CALLED BABY RIC ‘PARMESAN’ WE WON FELLAS liked by danielricciardo

user2 have you tried her deep fried tim tams?

daniel3.jpg no because she eats them all 🤨

loricciardo 😠😠 i offered you a dipped one

daniel3.jpg a half eaten one but thank you for the kind gesture wife ❤️

user3 “the wife” gives off lester’s “he’s fiancé” vibes

user4 not gonna lie, i’m kind of excited to see baby ric wreak havoc in the paddock

redbullracing he’d make a good addition to the red bull team 😊 liked by danielricciardo

scuderiaferrari funnily enough, we’ve already got him a ferrari suit to wear and race to 😎 nice try though 🤐 liked by loricciardo

mercedesamgf1 oh dang, you too? 😅 i’m pretty sure our lady boss designed our mercedes suit for the baby ric

redbullracing not your lady boss but okay ✋

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hermitscratch · 9 days

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clothing swap ethubs?

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C1: Clothing Swap, Etho/Bdubs, 735 words

The world woke Etho slowly.

The windows were open, breezes airing the room with the smell of spring foliage from Bdubs' blossoming garden and wet dirt from last night's rain. Gently flapping curtains let streams of morning sunlight slip between them, twitters of birdsong heralded what would be a beautiful day, and Etho's eyes fluttered in the peaceful limbo between alert and asleep.

He rolled over, and gave serious consideration to staying put. Bdubs was very passionate about the quality of his sleep, and the bed was as luxurious as mid-game resources could make it. On his back, Etho was already sinking into the plush wool and sponge, but an intrusive twinge of soreness pushed him into full wakefulness.

Okay. Potion first, then the bed could eat him.

Etho sat up. Digging himself from the bed's comfortable clutches took Herculean effort, but it was worth it to feel the way his joints and muscles loosened with his first stretch. Arms over his head and back arched, he breathed deep of the nature carried in by the wind.

There was something else, too, a sweet smell from behind the bedroom door that told Etho exactly where he'd find Bdubs.

If he could just find his clothes.

They hadn't been particularly careful with that last night, things chucked left or right to get them out of the way as quickly as possible. Bdubs must have tidied after he woke up- if draping the shed articles in a pile over the bed's footboard could be considered such- but none of it was what Etho had walked in with yesterday.

It beat a nude stroll, though. He helped himself to a pair of boxers from Bdubs' drawers, and picked through the pile for the rest. Etho didn't have the broad shoulders Bdubs did, the white shirt's V-neck sitting lower than it should. The dark jeans were loose on his waist and short on his legs, the artful rips showing more of his thighs than his knees. It felt silly, but he could handle silly for a couple of hours.

Etho crept from the bedroom on bare feet, the sweet smell joined by the sound of sizzling and the promise of breakfast beckoning him closer to the kitchen. It was mouthwatering, enough that he almost didn't notice that he'd found his missing clothes.

Bdubs' back was to him, manning a pan that now held something savory- pork sausage, if Etho had to guess. He was humming something, slow and familiar, swaying on his feet. His sweatpants- or rather, Etho's sweatpants- were rolled up, the ankle elastic folded to hold the fabric around Bdubs' calves. The compression shirt, black and sleeveless, was doing the work of his absent binder, the neck zipper partway undone.

Etho leaned against the doorway of the kitchen, "I was wondering where my clothes went."

Bdubs startled, but recovered quickly. "My floor, my clothes!" He answered smugly, shooting a cheeky grin over his shoulder and brightening even further as he got a look at Etho, "And I knew you'd wear that if you couldn't find yours."

Ah. "Oh no," Etho chuckled softly, pushing off the doorway. Bdubs turned to face him properly, eyes sparkling as they looked Etho up and down, "You mean I played right into your hands?"

"Eeyep," Bdubs drawled, arms threading around Etho's waist. His voice was soft, chin on Etho's chest, looking up at him with something like awe. "Gods, get a look at you. I'm so proud of me."

Etho snorted, and reached around to take the pan off the heat before draping his arms around Bdubs shoulders. "This really does it for you, huh? An old shirt and ripped jeans that don't fit?"

Bdubs pulled away just enough to squint at him, "First of all, whaddaya mean, an old shirt? Cleo made it for me in Season Nine, I'll have you know!"

"Which was like two years ago now, but y'know..." Etho ribbed.

Bdubs scoffed, "Second of all! You look good in anything! I'll be accepting no complaints, criticisms, or depreciations-"

"What about grievances?"

"Nope!"

"Objections?"

"Overruled! Now, the third and most important thing," Bdubs continued, leaning in again to nuzzle the column of Etho's neck, marred in spots with bruising color. The scratch of morning stubble made Etho shiver, and Bdubs smiled, "It doesn't matter what you're wearing. I like that it's mine."

In that, Etho couldn't agree more.

#Ethubs #EthosLab #BdoubleO100 #Suggestive #Hermitshipping #MCYT #Hermitfic #Asks #Anonymous #Etho #Bdubs #Astral Library #My Writing #This went slightly off the rails #Sorry if it wasn't what you expected!#It wasn't what I expected either

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twstjam · 1 year

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Sebek fic prompt?? 😳 (+short drabble)

God knows I have so many wips and fic ideas on my to-do already but I saw pretty art of Sebek on twitter so of course I HAD to start thinking of fic ideas for him

This one is actually from a while ago but I like it:

Sebek x Yuu/Reader + Fake Dating Trope fic (featuring platonic besties!Malleyuu) where Sebek needs a date to a wedding/some kinda party and it was SUPPOSED to be a one-time thing until it turns out that Malleus and Yuu are besties. Because Malleus likes Yuu so much he VERY MUCH APPROVES Sebek going out with them so OF COURSE Sebek can't disappoint his beloved master by saying they're not actually together!!

(more under the cut because this got Long oops)

"The... The two of you... are acquainted?!" You raise a quizzical eyebrow at Sebek for his astonished outburst. "...Yeah. We met way back when we were planning renovations for Ramshackle Manor." You turn back towards your horned friend with a teasing but fond smirk. "I was listing out the damages for Crowley when I saw Tsunotarou wandering around." You hadn't thought it was possible, but Sebek's jaw drops further. Your hand pushing his jaw back in place with a click seems to snap him out of whatever silent stunned state he was in, instead being replaced by his usual boisterous demeanor. "Ts—Tsunotarou?!" Whatever complaint he was undoubtedly going to spout out is interrupted by the aforementioned fae. "I was not "wandering" like a lost child," Malleus says in a pouty tone, but his amused smile tells that he's far from upset. "Oh, you're right! You were trespassing," you snicker. "I was perusing the architecture. There is no harm in appreciating fine craftsmanship." "Pardon me for interrupting, my liege, but this human—" Sebek's eyes dart between you and Malleus as he stammers for words. "You know—They call you—?" "It's fine, Sebek," Malleus says with a dismissive wave of his hand and Sebek shuts his mouth. Huh, so he really can work miracles. "I permitted them to call me by that nickname. It's not a matter worth dwelling on. Instead, I am more interested in the topic of your connection with this dear friend of mine." Sebek stiffens up, looking like he's got one of Lilia's little "treats" stuck in his throat. Malleus looks between the two of you with intrigue glittering in his eyes and with how Sebek's always talking so highly of his boss, you'd thought that he'd be preening under the attention. When you turn towards him though, he looks even more asphyxiated. "Your dear friend," he chokes out with a slight questioning lilt after clearing his throat, as if he can't possibly fathom Malleus even seeing you when looking in your direction. "I am quite curious. You mentioned that they're your partner?" Malleus's eyes light up further when Sebek doesn't immediately disprove him and he continues speaking without waiting for a verbal answer. "That is unexpected, but not unwelcomed. Have the two of you known each other long? When did you begin courting each other?" It's your turn to be stunned, blinking cluelessly at the sudden onslaught of questions. "Um—" Sebek cuts in before you manage to blurt anything out. "WE—" He clears his throat and straightens up his spine and shoulders. He recovers his composed demeanor, his lips once again curling up into a confident smile. All of these are things you expect from him, but you're further surprised by him sidling up closer to you and holding your hand. "We became acquainted with each other about a year ago. We did not begin courting until recently." Sebek beams the widest, fakest smile you've ever seen at his boss and you're a little afraid it might actually rip his handsome face apart. Before you can ask him what the hell is going on, Sebek crushes your hand with his much, much bigger one and you have to choke back a yelp. "Isn't that right... Uh—d-dear?" He has to practically spit out the pet name. What the fuck?? "Riiiight. Totally. We're..." You cast one last glance at Sebek's strained, desperate smile and Tsunotarou's eager one to ensure that, despite how bizarre it seems, you haven't wildly misread the situation. "...Courting. Yep. We—I mean—Us. Me and Sebek. D—Dating. Romantically involved."

Yuu thinks this is Very Silly of course and wants to confront Tsunotarou and tell him the truth, but he's just so happy that Sebek is dedicating himself to things other than his guard duties and that his best friend is dating someone so loyal and devoted that Yuu can't bring themself to break the news to him.

So now Sebek and Yuu are involuntarily dating. Yuu (reasonably) thinks that they're just going to keep up the act only in front of Malleus (and also Lilia, Malleus's eyes and ears), but, because Sebek Zigvolt is not one to half-ass things, especially when it concerns his young master, he pulls out all the stops!! He plans dates, buys Yuu the best gifts, schedules times for them to spend together, everything!! This may be a fake relationship, but he'll be damned if he isn't the best fake boyfriend in his master's eyes!

Yuu is of course super surprised but touched by all this. Via all the dates and extra alone time they spend together, they end up finding out so much more about Sebek and end up actually... really liking him. They already liked him of course—they ARE friends after all—but after seeing all these other sides of him, they grow to like like him.

These feelings aren't actually as unrequited as they think, because Sebek also ends up really liking spending so much time with Yuu and being close to them all the time. He realises that he's grown to genuinely really care for them... and this is followed by a crisis where he agonizes over Catching Feelings for an "inferior being" and fearing that these feelings would get in the way of his duties to Malleus (they won't).

Anyways cue the mutual pining shenanigans and Sebek and Yuu running around each other because they don't think the other likes them back until their other friends shove the obvious in their faces that they're both lovestruck idiots and to Actually get together already.

#twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia #twst yuu #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek zigvolt x you #sebek zigvolt x yuu #twst #twst au #twisted wonderland au #twst x reader #sebek x reader #sebek x yuu #twst sebek #twst malleus #twst reader insert #matcha nonsense #matcha writes a bit

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catslvrr · 7 months

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heaven sent — 00. prologue

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You were never the type to believe in superstitions.

But as you stared at the document you had open, completely blank (excluding your name) with the cursor blinking, as if mocking you, you started to seriously consider Minji’s suggestion.

(“Bro, you will not believe what happened to me today.”

“I’m not sure if I want to know,” you said, noisily slurping up your instant noodles.

“No, trust me, you do. So yesterday, I saw this post on Twitter that said if you write down a wish on a piece of paper three times, put it under your pillow, and then recite that wish at exactly 11:11, it’ll come true.”

You barely flinched as she slammed the table.

“I wished for a hundred bucks. And guess what?” She grinned smugly as she waved a bill in your face. “I found this lying on the floor before class.”

“So what?” You shrugged. “It’s just a lucky coincidence.”

“No, bro,” she whined. “It’s real. You should try it. Get yourself a girlfriend or something, you’re so grumpy all the time.”

“Even if it is true,” you glared at Minji as she reached over to eat some of your noodles. “Why would you wish for only a hundred bucks? You should’ve asked for a million dollars or something, dumbass.”

“I didn’t know it was real until today,” she puffed her cheeks, then proceeded to slam her head on the table. “I probably wasted my one wish.”

She looked up after a minute and pouted. “Can you please wish for it?”

“Find someone else to do it,” you waved your hand dismissively, making your way back to your room. “Enjoy the noodles, you scab. I’m gonna take a nap.”

“Your loss!” She called out, mouth full of (your) noodles. “I’m the one a hundred bucks richer.”)

You slumped back in your chair in defeat, running your fingers through your hair.

I’m running on two hours of sleep, and I’m never gonna finish this essay anyway. What do I have to lose?

You ripped a piece of scrap from the DoorDash takeaway bag sitting on your desk. Uncapping a pen with your teeth, you thought about what to write.

What the hell do I wish for? My essay to magically write itself? Nah, that’d be a waste of a wish.

After a few minutes of pondering, you messily scribbled three lines: ‘I want to be happy. I want to be happy. I want to be happy.’

You glanced at your laptop. Huh, it’s 11pm. Perfect timing.

You slid the note under your pillow and flopped onto your bed, scrolling through TikTok to pass the time.

As soon as the clock hit 11:11, you sat up.

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.

You sighed, scratching your head before saying,

“I want to be happy.”

Your breath hitched in anticipation.

“...”

To no one’s surprise, absolutely nothing happened. You scoffed, falling back onto the bed, rubbing your face in frustration.

Of course nothing would happen. Why did I think it would work?

You shut your eyes, feeling exhaustion wash over you. Whatever happens to that essay is up to God now.

You lay still for a few minutes, eventually tossing and turning as you tried to sleep. But all you could think about was the stupid essay. You groaned as you sat up again, grabbing your laptop.

“Fuck uni.”

At least this is my last assignment before the break.

You ended up staying up all the way to five in the morning, downing an ungodly amount of energy drinks in a desperate attempt to finish off the essay.

You woke up to the sound of I Like to Move It from Madagascar blasting in your ear.

(Minji thought it would be funny to change your alarm ringtone to it, and you never bothered to change it back.)

You groaned, flipping over to check your phone to see no new notifications. You stared vacantly at your ceiling as you contemplated your life choices.

I got one hour of sleep. Why do 7am classes exist? Whoever came up with that idea should be tried for crimes against humanity.

Eyes half open, you shuffled your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth, passing Minji’s room on the way. Her door was left ajar and she was nowhere to be seen. I’ll never understand how she wakes up every morning to go on a run.

Just as you were about to enter the bathroom, you noticed a girl in your living room. She was focused on a bookshelf, a curious expression on her face.

Who the fuck is that?

You rubbed your eyes and squinted. She was still standing there, running her fingers along the spines of the books.

I must be seriously sleep-deprived if I’m hallucinating a very pretty girl. Yeah, no, not doing this today. It’s the last class of the semester anyway. That 7am class can shove a stick up its ass.

You briskly walked back to your room and face-planted on your bed, instantly knocking out.

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A little something based on JovianPlanets Summer Camp AU on twitter. There's not much to say: they're summer camp counselors, they're in college and Willow is the sports director and Hunter is a lifeguard. They're still dorks, it's very cute, get into it.

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Hunter was the newest counselor at Camp Palistrom and for the first part of the summer, he had mostly kept to himself. He had been recommended by Luz whose mom worked at the animal shelter he volunteered at, but he knew she had just started dating the activities coordinator and didn’t want to be a third wheel in their summer romance. He was fine using the limited free time he had to study, just because it was summer didn’t mean it was an excuse to slack off. He adopted an air of mystery; he was strict and diligent. He took his job seriously. But the moment he wasn’t actively responsible for campers’ wellbeing, it was like he vanished.

But then one morning Willow ran into him on her early morning jog and was overjoyed to have finally found a workout buddy who could keep up with her, and the two became the talk of camp.

But mostly because Willow and Hunter were no strangers to the infirmary.

They'd be on a hike and sure enough they'd fall into a collection of poison ivy. They'd try out double dutch and would be in with matching scrapes and bruises. They'd be in the garden and sure enough so would a whole beehive. Not to mention the infamous super glue incident when they tried to make a birdhouse for a cardinal that seemed to be obsessed with Hunter.

But this latest one really took the cake.

“Okay it’s not like a life threatening wound or anything,” Viney observed as Hunter sat in the small nurse's office, an arrow sticking out of his shoulder. “The arrow’s head was straight, so it won’t like rip you apart or anything but I ain’t gonna lie it’s still gon hurt when it comes out.”

“Can I take like a Tylenol or something?” Hunter asked.

“Uh I mean you can but it probably won’t do too much,” said Viney. “I mean, it’s an arrow, dude. The stuff that’ll make you not feel that is not the stuff they send to a state owned summer camp.”

“Oh, yeah well, I’m sure it’ll be fine…” Hunter started looking uncertain.

“Oh Hunter I’m so sorry!” Said Willow. “This is all my fault, let me drive you to the hospital and we can get you something to help-.”

“Willow, Willow I promise it’s fine, really,” Hunter said, putting his hand over hers. “It really doesn’t hurt, it’s just… kinda weird. And it’s not your fault!”

“I’m the sports director, I should've explained the technique better before I let the kids shoot!” She insisted. “Let me at least hold your hand or something while she takes it out..”

“Uh sure yeah okay we can-.” He began as Willow eagerly laced her fingers through his and gave his hand a small squeeze. There was no way he was focusing on the pain now. “-do that.”

Their collection of injuries wasn’t the only thing the pair were known for around camp.

“So uh, what were you doing by the archery field?” Said Viney as she looked for the gloves.

“Uh ya know just… walking by.” said Hunter tentatively as he tried not to look at Willow looking at him with wide, worried eyes.

“Just walking by, huh?” Asked Viney with a smirk. “It’s an awful far walk from the pool, are you sure you weren’t there for… any other reasons?”

Hunter’s face turned bright red. “I uh, ya know I was just walking by that’s all,” he said nervously. “Ya know, just… hanging out.”

He totally wasn’t watching Willow demonstrate how to pull back the arrow and admiring the cute way she scrunched her nose when she focused. It wasn't his fault King was overzealous and fired his arrow early.

“Sure it wasn’t Cupid that hit with that arrow?” Viney asked with a smirk.

“Pretty sure,” Hunter chuckled nervously, clearing his throat. If Willow got what Viney was trying to imply she made no indication. She was too focused on holding Hunter’s hand.

“All right then, hold him down Park,” said Viney, getting a good grip on the end of the arrow. “Just in case I don’t get it on the first try.”

“Wait what?”

—-

Viney gave Hunter an ointment he needed to apply every few hours when he changed the bandages. She advised trying to avoid getting them wet, but Hunter found that might be a little difficult being the lifeguard and all.

Luckily, Willow was still certified due to Amity insisting everyone be prepared in case of emergency so she could be there to help if lifeguard services were required. She offered to take his shifts all together and give him a break, but he insisted that it was still his responsibility. So, every day, Willow and Hunter would meet at the lifeguard tower. Hunter insisted he could have his chair and he would stand but she wouldn’t hear of it. So she got out an old one from the shed so they could both sit side by side “like a king and queen, looking over their kingdom,” Willow said. Realistically, they should sit at opposite ends of the pool to have a better view of the whole pool but Hunter didn’t mention this because he liked how excited she was to sit next to him. He wasn't able to do their usual activities since they might aggravate his injury, so he was glad he still had an excuse to see her.

He had expected this summer to be about a paycheck, something good to put on his resume. He hadn't expected meeting someone like her. She made everything fun. She bought them matching heart-shaped sunglasses and would mimic his voice when he yelled at kids not to run. But she wasn't making fun of him, which was odd to him. She went out her way to find him. She'd bring him an extra jello cup from the mess hall when he was running late, she asked people to move down so she could sit next to him at campfires, she made him a friendship bracelet that he mentally vowed never to take off.

For the first time, he wished for an endless summer.

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As the last campers headed back to their cabins to get ready for dinner, Willow jumped into the pool to do a celebratory cannonball. Hunter laughed as she splashed his feet, setting her prescription sunglasses on the edge of the pool as she treaded water.

“Come on in, let’s race!” she called up to him.

It was tempting, it was very tempting. It had been a hot day the way Willow’s braids were slowly unraveling made her look like a mermaid. But he still had a few more days on Viney’s restrictions.

“I’d love to, but I gotta go change my bandages before the campfire,” he said. “I’ll be right back though, I wanna tell you about my idea for a water polo team.”

Hunter ran over to the pool shed where he kept his supplies and went to work. The bandages were tight around his shoulder, and it was difficult to remove one handed by himself, especially with the shed as dark as it was. But he wanted to get back to Willow as quickly as possible, so he practically dislocated his other shoulder as he tried to undo the old layer.

“Hey, are you okay in here?” came a delicate voice from the doorway.

“Willow!” he said, flustered as he turned himself back around. “I-I’m fine; really. I can figure it out myself.”

“I know Gus said you had trouble last night and he had to help you before bed,” said Willow as she made her way to the back by him, her hair still dripping wet. “I can help you if you-.”

“No no I don’t want you to have to-.”

“I honestly don’t mind at all Hunter. Plus I don’t want you to get infected.” She put her glasses atop her head, the shed too dark for sunglasses. He knew her normal glasses were back in her locker, he’d hate for her to strain her eyes on his account. “Let me help you.”

But she really did care about him.

“It’s just… I’d have to take off my shirt…”

“Oh, well… oh.” Willow stopped herself. She realized that despite being the lifeguard, Hunter did always have his tank top on. A fact she remembered vividly because the few times he had needed to jump into the water, her head quickly turned and saw the white see thru fabric clinging poetically to his torso, glaring in the sunlight. Not that she had been disappointed. Not that she was expecting anything. Not that she was ogling him.

Okay, maybe a little.

The point was that Willow knew Hunter did not take off his shirt because she definitely would’ve noticed if he had. She knew it was none of her business, she knew it wasn’t professional or polite to ask but she’d be lying if the slight definition of his arms didn’t spark a healthy curiosity in her.

But she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“Oh, that’s okay,” she said. “If you want I can get Gus to help if that would be more comfortable for you, I just know it’s an odd angle and with how hot it’s been today I’m worried about you not healing properly.”

“Uh no it’s okay just… promise not to stare?”

“I promise.” She swore, crossing her heart. She put the appropriate amount of medicine onto her fingertip as she tried to allow Hunter some kind of privacy as he undressed. Hunter took a deep breath as he carefully went to remove his shirt and the moment he did Willow realized just how small the pool shed was as she felt launched into the orbit of his personal space as her eyes did not know where to land. Even with her impaired vision, she could see plenty. She didn’t know how to react, and her mouth moved faster than her mind as she let her thoughts become audible.

“Wow.” she whispered, immediately regretting it. She saw Hunter’s brow furrow in worry and she stumbled over herself to try and fix it. “Sorry! Sorry, it’s just that you’ve got some pretty impressive-.”

“Scars, I know they’re-.”

“-muscles.”

An awkward silence floated between the two of them as Willow attempted to address the task at hand as she placed one hand on his wound to apply the salve and the other somehow landed on his bare chest. As he looked up to face her, Hunter saw how close they were. She didn’t step back or wear a look of disgust, in fact if Hunter didn’t know better, he’d say she looked rather… flustered.

“Oh, uh… thanks,” he managed to say. “I uh work out a little, I guess.”

“Yeah, I guess saving people will uh will do that,” she said, pretending to clear her throat. She promised she wouldn’t stare, and she didn’t realize it was easier said than done. She held her breath as she wrapped the new bandage, trying not to apply too much pressure. It was one thing staring at his back when he passed her on their runs, but this was bordering unprofessional.

“Are you okay?” He asked when she was uncharacteristically quiet. “I know it’s kind of gross-.”

“No, no it’s totally not gross,” Willow quickly assured him. “It’s like the total opposite of gross, it’s like I get why the sign-up sheet for swim team filled up so quickly, ya know?”

“I uh, I meant the wound,” clarified Hunter.

“Oh! Oh yeah yeah yeah totally,” she laughed nervously. “I mean not that it’s gross, it’s like practically healed. You uh- I mean… dude you have some major tan lines.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah I guess,” he laughed, noticing for the first time the tan half circle from his tank top clashing with the pale whiteness of his torso. “You should see the tan lines from my crocs, my feet are covered in polka dots now.”

“You think that’s bad? Check this out!” She giggled as she pulled the strap of her coverup over her shoulder to reveal a dramatic discoloration of her own. “And don’t get me started on the tan line from my glasses.”

“Okay yeah, that’s pretty-woah!” Before Hunter could finish, he bumped a shelf with his elbow and sent the supplies faking onto the ground. He quickly pulled Willow out of its path, pulling her in by her waist to avoid being crushed by boogie boards and towels. The water falling from her hair created a small puddle that she slipped in and caused her to hold him tighter for balance.

“Sorry about that, are you okay?” He asked, looking down at her slightly embarrassed. Much to his surprise, he was met with wide eyes as Willow instinctively clung to his chest.

“Mhm-hmm,” she breathed softly, and Hunter was suddenly taken back by the way the gentle light shone through the small window and managed to find her like a spotlight. Like she was the only thing deserving of the sparse light, like it was drawn to her, like it fought to be near her. He could hardly blame it. They were so close, he could smell her sunscreen. So close, that it would be so easy to-.

“Hunter, how many floaties would be considered a safety hazard because Gus and I wanna-oh.” Luz stopped herself dead in her tracks as she examined the very surprising very… compromising scene she walked in on: a shirtless Hunter holding Willow as her strap exposed her shoulders and they both looked like deer caught in the headlights. What was she supposed to think?

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt!” Said Luz, going to shut the door. “I’ll just be going so you can-.”

“You’re not!” “It’s not what you think!” They said simultaneously as they quickly separated, and Hunter rushed to put his tank top back on.

“Luz, wait up!” Willow called before quickly turning back to Hunter. “Are you good?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, I-it’s great thanks,” he said with a blush he hoped the dim lighting hid.

“Cool,” she said, giving him a wink as she often did. “Happy to help.”

—-

It felt wrong to, but Willow almost wished Hunter’s injury would take longer to heal. She hoped he would ask her to stay on after he no longer technically needed her, but she knew he wouldn’t dream of inconveniencing her. But it wouldn't be anything like that, she loved spending time with him. And he didn’t socialize outside camp sponsored events. If he wasn’t required to be somewhere, he was off by himself. She would find an excuse to see him under the guise of planning events and soon he would be telling her about the books he was reading or showing her pictures of the cardinal he was looking after. She knew he needed the time to collect his thoughts after the overstimulation their job brought forth, but summer was ending soon. Was it selfish to say she wanted as much time with him as possible?

She had never met someone like him, so serious and silly at the same time. She loved the way he lit up when he told her about his interests and the way he looked at her when she went on about her plants. He admitted he had found an old book on edible fungi so on their next hike they could look for examples together. She would love nothing more.

She liked him, she really liked him.

And she was starting to think he really liked her too.

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“Did you know Hunter’s birthday is this week?” Willow asked as she and Gus finished cleaning up makeshift kickball bases.

“How did I know you were gonna bring up Hunter?”

“Okay, you brought him up first when you were talking about arranging a Cosmic Frontier movie night,” countered Willow.

“Well, if we get two more sign ups we’ll be allowed to do it!” he said. They currently had three, two of which were them.

“Anyway, it’s not on the employee board so I wonder why he’s keeping it a secret.”

“How did you find out?”

“He was showing me a postcard his guardian sent him, and I saw another one on his bed that asked what he was doing for his birthday on Friday,” she said.

“You were in his cabin? Unsupervised?” Gus gave a fake gasp. “At last: a camp scandal!”

“Pshh, I wish,” she joked. “It’s your cabin too, Gus. I was just in there helping him fold your laundry since he lost the bet you two had.”

"The poor fool really thought he could drink more Bug Juice than me," Gus chuckled fondly as he slung the sack of kickballs over his shoulder. "He never stood a chance."

"He's never had so much processed sugar before," laughed Willow, remembering how she had tried teaching him how to braid with his surge of energy but he had passed out on her shoulder halfway through and she guided him through the sugar hangover the next day.

“Yeah, you two have been spending a lot of time together,” said Gus. “Getting hit by that arrow was the best thing that ever happened to him. Before, he’d be up all night rereading the manual to something and now he’s like a totally different person. He’s been smiling alot more.”

“We hung out before he got hit by the arrow,” Willow smiled. Hunter had a nice smile, even the thought of it was contagious.

"You know that's not the arrow I mean," teased Gus. Willow rolled her eyes, she knew Viney's joke about Cupid's arrow had spread around camp. She honestly didn't mind it. She had brought it up once to Hunter, to see if he was totally against the implication but somehow, they got talking about Percy Jackson, thinking it was a reference and he went on one his deep dives that Willow loved to listen to, like her own personal podcast.

“I wish we started hanging out sooner. There’s only one more session left and then he’ll be across the country for school.”

“I know,” sighed Gus sadly. “But that just means we have to make the time we have left count. The campers leave Friday morning and then we have a whole weekend before the last set comes in. Maybe we can do something for his birthday?”

“I want to do something, but I know if we tell him we want to do something he’ll insist he’s not worth the trouble,” said Willow. “And I don’t think it’s because he wouldn’t enjoy it, but he’s like actually convinced he doesn’t deserve it.”

“Then… what if we surprise him?” said Gus.

“Gus, we hardly have any free time as it is,” laughed Willow. “And when we do, we’re all together. How can we plan a whole party without him knowing?”

“If we tell him it’s not for him,” said Gus slyly.

“Ooh, you’ve got a scheme, Porter?”

“We just need to convince Hunter that I have a summer birthday.”

---

“Okay, Gus is out with Matt collecting firewood so we should have plenty of time to set up the main hall before he gets back,” said Amity, going over her checklist. In truth, Matty and Gus were finishing making a cardboard cutout of O’Bailey out of paper mâché, convinced it would be a fun photo op. “Luz and I are finishing up decorations, Skara is on music, Jerbo is on punch, Ed and Em are getting games, Viney… I don’t think a petting zoo is gonna work but lemme double check and we just need someone to pick up the cake and a few things from town.”

“Oh! Hunter and Willow can go!” Luz pretended to spontaneously volunteer as though that had not been the plan the whole time.

“Uh, sure yeah,” said Hunter. Willow nodded and ran ahead to grab the keys from Eda’s office.

Once she was out of earshot, Luz reached out and pulled Hunter back by his shoulder. “Don’t mess this up.”

“I won’t,” he assured her, confused as to why she thought he would. “I know Gus’ favorite flavors and I’m prepared to go to multiple stores to get the trick candles he likes.”

“Not that!” Luz said in a harsh whisper. “Do you really think we need two people to pick up a cake? No, this is just an elaborate excuse to get you two alone so you finally make a move.”

Luz considered the opportunity a birthday gift to Hunter.

“Make a-,” he turned around frantically to make sure Willow had not been around to hear. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“My dude, during free swim you look at Willow like you’re hoping she’s gonna drown,” said Luz. “Those sunglasses aren’t fooling anyone.”

“I would never put the lives of campers at risk!” He said, truly offended. “I keep an avid and well circulated eye over everyone in the water, not just Willow and her green bikini!”

Luz simply raised an eyebrow to him as his words caught up with him and did not help disprove her point.

“I mean I- it could’ve been green, I don’t remember but it’s beside the point because what I mean is I still have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Which I guess means you haven’t noticed the way she practically starts drooling every time you reapply sunscreen,” said Luz smugly, amazed how neither of them were even a little bit subtle and yet the other was totally oblivious. Like an unstoppable force and an unmovable object.

“I don’t… notice everything Willow does,” Hunter lied, beginning to sweat. He assumed her gaze was always meant for something just past him. Or maybe she was just making sure he applied it evenly. Once she had offered to get his back for him and he ended up pretending to see something in the water to avoid coming up with an answer because he literally couldn’t say yes but how could he say no?

“Hey, having a crush is nothing to be embarrassed about-.”

“Shhh! What are you doing? Willow might hear you!” Hunter hissed. “If you bothered to read the handbook you’d know that fraternization among counselors is frowned upon and can end in demerits or termination of employment!”

“Demerits? Are you reading the manual from like the 1950s?”

“It’s been a consistent policy!”

“Interesting that you seemed to care so much about that policy that you looked it up to see if it had changed,” said Luz with a smirk.

“It’s not like that,” he lied again. “I happen to know all the policies and their updates.”

“So are you gonna report me and Amity?”

“What? No, I would never-.”

“Then the rules are not the reason you’re being a wuss,” said Luz firmly. “So why haven’t you made a move all summer? She’s been flirting with you like crazy.”

“What? She has not-.”

“So what I walked in on in the pool shed was just… what exactly?”

“She was just helping me with my injury.”

Hunter knew how it looked. It wasn’t the first time they had been caught in a similar situation.

There had been the time the counselors had gotten together for a game of capture the flag. The only condition was that Willow and Hunter had to be on opposite teas, otherwise no one else stood a chance. After a competition within the competition on who got Gus, he declared himself referee to keep the peace. The counselors had decided to make things more interesting and to make finding the flag extra hard. There were no rules so long as it was on the border and chaos ensued.

In the end, Willow’s team had been victorious as their flag was apparently invisible. Flag locations had been disclosed to Gus so he could confirm no foul play had occurred. Afterwards, Hunter was praising Willow at her ability to hide her flag so well, no one had been able to locate it. She beamed at his praise and twirled her ponytail, saying it wasn’t that far away. Hunter knew she often wore her hair and braids and took immediate notice. Especially the interesting color of her hair tie.

Without thinking, he reached forward and took a closer look. Finding his suspicion correct, he removed the makeshift scrunchie, causing her curls to cascade onto her shoulders as he finally held the flag high over his head. The game was long over but he still felt victorious. Despite the finding of the flag resulting in no real loss, Willow til lunged forward to try and take back her treasure. Hunter used his height to his advantage and kept it out of her reach but that didn’t stop Willow. She wrapped one arm around him to prevent him from switching between hands as the other reached up in vain, the both of them laughing too hard to care how silly it all was. She gave one bold jump and the next thing they knew, they were on the ground.

In the commotion, Hunter had landed on top of Willow who managed to win her flag back. She tried to catch her breath from the laughing and the falling as she looked up at Hunter with a wide, smug smile. Their faces were mere inches apart as Hunter found himself frozen. He knew she couldn't get up and until he did but he was too focused trying to formulate an apology. But Willow hardly thought one was warranted. Silently, she reached up and placed the handkerchief around his neck and tied a loose knot as her fingers lingered at the frayed ends. Hunter wordlessly looked down at her as she did not remove her hold but seemed to try and bring him down closer to her. She was slowly succeeding as his forelock now rested on her forehead, she bit her lip and somehow Hunter felt she was resisting the urge to raise her head to close the gap herself. Her hair was spread out on the ground with the dark green grass effortlessly blending in, like she was everything and everywhere. She was in her element, and he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. He allowed her to pull him down more, until he was on his elbows and as her eyes fluttered closed he knew that he was right where she wanted him to be and he just had to-

“Have you guys seen where Gus-oh!”

Just as quickly as it was cast, the spell was broken as Amity and Luz rounded the corner.

“Oooh, what’s going on here?” sang Luz mischievously raising her eyebrows as she wrapped her arms around Amity’s waist and placed her chin on her shoulder. They pair had been betting on who would make the first move and there was a stack of limited edition Azura bookmarks waiting for the winner.

“Nothing!” said Hunter, his face turning bright red as he pushed himself away from Willow, quickly standing on his feet. Amity and Luz exchanged a knowing look as Hunter frantically wiped the dirt off him before extending his hand to Willow to help her off. “It was uh… it wasn’t… we were just uh-.”

“I was just giving Hunter his consolation prize,” said Willow as though that truly was what she had been doing. She straightened the bandana around his neck before gently tugging the front of it to lead him away as she walked past their friends as though nothing had been interrupted. He followed behind her, and later chalked it all up to adrenaline from the game.

It was nothing, right? Just like the pool shed?

So why was his mind so consumed by nothing?

“It looked like you were posing for the cover of a romance novel you see in the grocery store checkout line,” insisted Luz, interrupting his daydream of a memory. “Man, if I knew she was so into bad but sad boys I would’ve set you two up ages ago!”

“She is not into me!”

“Do you… not want her to be?”

“I want her… I want her…”

“I don’t think you need to finish that sentence,” said Luz with a wink as she heard Willow returning.

“Hey!” Willow called as she ran back to him with a smile, dangling the keys in his face. “Ready?”

—-

Willow tried her best to waste time in the store, but Hunter was just too efficient. When she pretended to lose the list, he had it memorized. When she pretended like she couldn’t decide between two things, he offered to get both. When she pretended to have forgotten something, planning to take her time going back to get it, he and his long legs rushed to grab it in record time.

She had to admire how determined he was to get back and help set things up for Gus, she couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he saw the effort was all for him.

But damn it, she needed to waste some time!

Maybe she could make the most of this opportunity…

She watched him check his mirrors as though they had somehow been adjusted since they were last in the car 10 minutes ago. The way he furrowed his brow and blew his loose strand of hair out of his vision almost made her forget to breathe. She knew his mind was a never-ending maze of lists and instructions, and other people might think that made him uptight or critical, but Willow knew it was because he cared so much, he didn’t know where to start. He was thorough and thoughtful and clever and careful, and Willow wanted him to know that she knew. She couldn’t help but see him.

“You’re a really good driver,” said Willow, looking at him with a smile.

“R-really? Uh, thanks,” Hunter gulped. Despite the car being in park and off, Hunter’s hands remained at 10 and 2 on the wheel. “You’re really good at… sitting shotgun.”

“Thanks,” she said, kicking her feet as they dangled over the side of the high truck seat. He started the car and Willow watched him quickly go through the checklist. Seatbelt, lights, windows, reverse, windows again. Maybe he even glanced her way, surely to make sure her seatbelt was secure. She fiddled with the volume knob and watched him from the corner of her eye as he sat up straighter, as though sensing her gaze.

Her phone buzzed with a text from Luz:

Luzura: We need some more time, can you stall him a little longer?

Hello_Willow: Of course 🙂

“Hey uh, since we have some extra time, do you mind if we take a small detour real quick?” she asked as sweetly as she could.

“Oh uh, sure,” he said. She knew he was not the detour type, but she has a feeling she wouldn’t say no to her.

“Oh, take a left at the next stop sign,” said Willow as Hunter did so. They were far from the streetlights now, far from any light. Willow led them to a small, secluded spot that overlooked the lake, the moon’s reflection the only thing showing where the land ended and the water resided. They weren’t too far from camp now, but far enough where they had privacy.

“Is this… Lookout Point?”

“Oh, huh, I guess it is,” said Willow with a chuckle, seeing he was right. “I never realized. I always come here during the day to catch frogs, but I guess at night it has other plans.”

“Yeah, heh.”

“C’mon! Let's go sit by the water!” she said, jumping out the door before he could protest. He wouldn’t, he would follow her anywhere. A few feet from the lake was a picnic table and Willow hopped on and spread out her sundress dress, looking like a painting that Hunter felt somehow always existed in his mind. The moonlight found her, as light always seemed to, and graced the top of her head like a halo.

“I just thought the moon would look pretty over the water,” she said, bringing her knees up to get more comfortable.

“You were right,” said Hunter, his eyes going back between her and the moon, their radiance essentially equal. “It’s really pretty.”

“Yeah,” she agreed with a sigh as Hunter tentatively sat beside her. Her stomach flipped, as their shoulders nearly touched.

“So uh, how did you know about Lookout Point?” Willow asked after a moment.

“Huh? Oh, uh I dunno.”

“It’s just cuz Lookout Point isn’t the actual name of this place, the only people who call it that are people who come here to… uh…”

“Oh, yeah I know,” said Hunter, trying to seem cooler than he felt.

“So… have you?”

“What?”

“Been here with someone to-.”

“Oh! No! No, no, no! Haha no way!” He said quickly and nervously, his laugh forced and unconvincing. “I just uh know about it because Luz is always sneaking off here with Amity and she asks me to cover for her. She called it that but I had no idea that wasn’t the official name, heh.”

“Oh yeah, I bet they carved their initials here somewhere,” she said, looking down at the table. Hunter followed her gaze and saw it was covered with hearts filled in with tiny letters. Willows’s finger traced a few as she searched for her friends’ and Hunter held his breath as her fingers brushed his, maybe even lingering when they did. He looked down too, searching for Willow's initials, being very familiar with how they looked encased in a heart.

“So, uh, are yours-.” Hunter started to ask but was interrupted by a loud explosion. He and Willow looked up and saw a display of fireworks gracing the sky above the lake.

“Oh wow,” she whispered. “They must be from the camp across the lake, they’re always showing off.”

It was like a show just for them, a spontaneous display of light and color trying to reach the moon. Okay maybe Willow knew this would be happening since it happened every year. Hunter wasn’t the only one super into planning. They sat atop the picnic table admiring the scene together. If you told Hunter he would be spending his 21st birthday at Lookout Point watching fireworks with the prettiest girl he’d ever met he would say he’d never believe it.

“Are you cold?” he asked, most likely because he wanted to say something. It was the perfect night, in every aspect. Willow felt perfectly content. But she noticed Hunter wasn’t wearing a jacket and it made her feel mischievous.

“What if I said I was?” She teased, bumping his arm with hers.

“Oh, uh…” Hunter suddenly realized he did not have a solution to offer. “Uh…I guess I could uh…”

He looked around as though one might appear if he was desperate enough, but the air did not manifest him something for some reason. He tentatively raised his arm and hovered for a moment over Willow’s shoulder. She saw from the corner of her eye but said nothing, as though worried she might spook him. But in her mind she was screaming words of encouragement. Finally, his arm found its way down across her back, his hand resting gently across her shoulders.

“Is that… okay?” his voice was strained as his eyes looked straight ahead. Willow wanted him to know he didn’t have to be nervous, but she has to admit it didn’t make her heart flip a little. She carefully wrapped her arm around his waist to bring him closer, her head ever so slightly resting on his chest.

“I feel warmer already,” she said softly, unable to help but giggle at the small gasp he let out when she returned the contact.

“Cool,” said Hunter softly as he felt her shift closer to him. “Yeah, uh this is… nice.”

“Yeah,” agreed Willow as the pair enjoyed the view. She felt his head rest against hers and all she wanted was to be in this moment forever. She imagined how picturesque they must look, comfortable and cozy. Her phone in the car, their friends miles away, no chance of being interrupted now.

Now she could find out if there was something to interrupt.

“Do you… think you’ll come back next summer?” Willow broke the comfortable silence to ask. It was such a nice moment, and she didn’t want to ruin it, but it had been on her mind. But she might not get another chance where she was sure the two of them had privacy. She might need to take advantage of that.

“I mean, I’ve been having a great time so far,” he said. “I’ve really enjoyed getting to know the campers and the birds and yo- you know, the o-other counselors.”

“Well they’ve enjoyed getting to know you too,” she said sweetly, as her free hand played with her braid. “So I was kinda hoping I’d get to see you again.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Willow quickly turned her head up to face him just as he turned his and their noses nearly touched. Suddenly she couldn’t hear the fireworks as her heart flooded her ears

“Willow, I have to tell you something,” he whispered. She held her breath. “About my shoulder…”

"Oh my gosh, was I hurting you?" she panicked as she pulled away. "I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking I was just-."

“Viney said last week that my shoulder was fine,” he said quickly and ashamed as he turned away from her.

“What?”

“I didn’t technically need your help this week,” he went on. “I lied to you because I like spending time with you, and I was worried that if I didn’t have this then… then I wouldn’t know how to ask you to… because everytime we… I- I never know how to ask you to hang out and I guess I just wanted you to think…” he sighed and covered his face with his hands. “I dunno.”

Willow just smiled and looked at the friendship bracelet of woven yellow and green wrapped tightly around his wrist. “Ya know,” she started. “This isn’t the first time I’ve tried to get you to Lookout Point.” She admitted with a chuckle. He slowly looked back up at her as though her words were in another language.

“What?”

“I mean, this actually wasn’t on purpose but after we took that hike and a ladybug landed on my shoulder and you didn’t laugh at me for freaking out but you just came up and let it crawl on your finger until it flew away and then you made sure there weren’t anymore nearby, I… Hunter I’ve had a huge crush on you all summer.”

“Wha- o-on me?” he asked as though he had somehow misheard her.

She nodded, feeling lighter now. “I know it might be silly, but if this is the only summer we’re gonna have together then I just…”

She leaned in and closed her eyes as she waited for Hunter to lean in the rest of the way. She felt him place his hands on shoulders. He took a deep breath and looked at her again as the fireworks fizzled behind her. She was stunning and sweet and astonishing. She was so much more than just one summer.

“I’m not really looking for a summer thing,” said Hunter awkwardly as he pulled away.

“Oh.” Willow said quietly, blinking as she tried to transition back to the real world and process his words. “Oh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh, Hunter I’m so sorry! I’m so embarrassed! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I’m so sorry you can just leave me here and I’ll walk back to-.”

“No! No, you didn’t make me uncomfortable, I swear!” Hunter assured her in an equal panic. “I just really like you and don’t want to ruin things and I’m not gonna make you walk back-.”

“You like me?”

“What?” Hunter said, not telling what he had just admitted as the fireworks continued to go off behind them. “I just… I uh… w-when I said I wasn’t looking for a summer thing I meant I wasn’t looking for something that was just the summer.”

“But I thought you were going back to-.”

“Not anymore,” he said. “I… I didn’t wanna risk jinxing it but I’ve been taking online classes at night and... I'm gonna be transferring to Hexisde in the fall.”

“Hunter, that’s-.”

“So I don’t want things to be awkward if we see each other on campus because I do wanna see you again and I know the rule about counselor relationships so I was planning on maybe doing something after I was sure that we-.”

Before he could finish, Willow pulled him forward by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. It was quick, but meaningful. The finale of fireworks illuminating the sky behind them as Hunter melted into the contact. As she slowly pulled away, Hunter followed her not wanting to release the dream quite yet.

“‘Fraternization among counselors is only prohibited if the relationship in question is between two counselors where one is the direct supervisor of the other,’” she quoted effortlessly. Hunter let out a small squeak, knowing instantly why her words sounded so familiar.

That’s when he knew she didn’t just want his summer, she wanted everything. He knew how deep she had to have read into the handbook to find that paragraph, as it lived beneath an asterisk that his tired eyes somehow neglected to commit to memory. As she quoted regulation to him beneath the light of the full moon, Hunter had never felt more hopelessly infatuated.

“So… does that mean that we… that you and I can… t-that y-you want to-.”

“I mean, it really doesn’t take two people to get a cake,” she chuckled, fiddling with the bracelet on his wrist. He smiled, nearly having forgotten how they had found themselves here in the first place.

"Right, heh, so uh we need to get going, don't we?" he said. "We don't wanna be late for Gus' party."

"Weeell, the thing is it's kind of not a party for Gus."

"What?"

She smiled and leaned forward to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "Surprise," she whispered, not sure if it was technically still his birthday but just so utterly giddy that he was in the world. "Happy birthday."

"What? H-how did you-?"

"A girl has her ways," she said smugly. "Anyway, we wanted to do something special for you but just make sure to act surprised when we get back, okay? I know you probably don’t-."

She was cut off by Hunter’s lips on hers, purposely and purposeful, no longer allowing room for interruptions or misunderstandings. His hand delicately cupped the side of her face as he felt her melt into him, resting her hand atop his to assure him she intended to keep him there awhile.

"- wanna be late,” she finished dreamily as he pulled away for a moment, only because he forgot to breathe.

"It's my party, I can be as late as I want," he said quietly, not moving too far from her. Willow laughed as she pulled him back to her and reunited their lips, kissing him repeatedly as she brought forth a whole summer’s worth of longing.

They hardly realized the fireworks had ended, feeling as though they had just begun as they moved closer to hold each other easier. In their desperate eagerness, they fell off the picnic table they would later carve their initials in. They landed side by side on a collection of stones, which would find them both with matching casts in the morning.

But it was hardly the oddest injury they had gone to Viney with.

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