I’m up late so here are some HC’s I have of the girlies

Nat:

- You get her one of those “back off, I love my gf” shirts as a joke, expecting her to never put it on and she wears it RELIGIOUSLY. She is so proud to wear that shit

- (If you’re lucky enough to have a positive male figure, a grandfather or father in your life) one time overhears Nat talking about her home life and now that male figure is determined to make her feel safe and happy. He’ll insist that you both join him for fishing and while you’re apprehensive, Nat is 100% down.

-She never has water or lunch because she forgets/chooses to not take care of herself so you drop it off to her at practice everyday

- She sleeps with a stuffed animal but will not let ANYONE know

Shauna:

- Early riser, even when sleeping w you but she will just happily lay next to you, holding your hand, admiring you while you sleep just taking you in for a few extra moments.

- she has a scrapbook of everything you guys have done (movie tickets, Polaroids, etc), and she also keeps all the flowers you’ve ever gotten her in there after they’ve dried and withered

- She loves stargazing, she knows astronomy and can and will point out the constellations to you

- Reading to or with each other is common and probably a love language, especially reading the other to sleep

Lottie:

- Surprisingly very good at all the fine arts; she can draw well, she definitely can play the piano bc her rich parents paid for her to have lessons, etc

- Blanket stealer; she insists on having the AC CRANKED at night, then steals the blankets while you both are sleeping and you wake up with hypothermia while she’s snuggled up in all your blankets

- She wasn’t allowed to have a pet so you buy her a single goldfish once and she loves it so much, she let you name it (you named it something stupid but she still calls it what you want) it dies in like 2 days because as intelligent as she is she is incapable of taking care of another living thing and she is inconsolable for days. You got her a succulent to make her feel better

Jackie:

- Clingy (derogatory) sure it’s cute of her at first until she’s waking up at 5 am for her morning practices and wakes you up too so you both can “brush your teeth together”

- She will always ask for your old marked up books to read and she makes small notes in the margins in a different color before giving them back (She has reading glasses too, and she looks gorgeous in them)

- She asks you to help her stretch, or roll out her muscles before practice but she doesn’t need help she just wants to get you flustered and have your hands all over her

I LOVE THEM 🤭

nat would wear that shirt 24/7 istg 😭 especially as her pjs, and omg i love the idea of your male parental figure inviting nat to everything as well 🥹 even if it’s just something simple like going out for brunch, it’d make her feel way better and more welcomed. and her forgetting to bring lunch everyday is SO REAL 😭 then she’ll prolly buy a bag of chips and a soda as her first meal of the day and then complain about having a stomach ache 🙄 GIRL… also for sure, i bet her plushy is a little white bunny with long ears that was given to her as a toddler.

shauna has always given me the vibe that she wakes up at 9am idk but yeah she’d def just lay there looking at you 😭😭 and the scrapbook thing is SO TRUE, i bet she also adds entries of everything you do together 🫣 since she loves stargazing you got her one of those custom star maps of your anniversary day and she LOVED IT 🥹 and she for sure loves reading to you and hearing you read her favourite books to her

i def see lottie being good at drawing and playing the piano 😌 i also bet she’s especially good at painting landscapes and stuff like that. whenever u complain about her taking the blankets, she’ll just tell you to snuggle up to her to get warmer instead of actually sharing her blanket with you 🙄🙄 but if you’re the one stealing the blankets she’ll pout and whine for hours until you share them with her… the AUDACITY 😒 my girl came back from school on a random day and realized the goldfish wasn’t there anymore, she got concerned and asked the domestic helper what had happened, and she told her that the fish died like two weeks ago ☠️☠️ when i tell u lottie was SHOCKED… she was so embarrassed that she told you that it got a weird disease and died from natural causes LMFAOO

jackie waking you up so you can brush your teeth together is so real 😭😭 my girl doesn’t get the concept of having “alone time.” i just know it takes jackie an hour to read 3 pages, i bet she spends half of that time drawing silly little doodles all over the margins ☠️ and for sure, she also asks u to rub sunscreen on her body even though she could do it herself, she just wants to feel your touch 🫣

Mermaid AUs!

Counting for the prompt table, headcanon 4 counting for characters of color day. I’ve also included some excellent art by people on tumblr which I used as inspiration. Please go check out their posts to show them some love!

Art by Karina

Agent Triple X wasn’t just given the designation for her deadly skill. She herself is a state secret, the subject of government bioengineering. She was born a mermaid, and lived many years below the waves before she was captured. They hid drugs in the fish she ate which changed her biology. Although she longs to return to the water, she can only revert her biology by giving herself an injection of drugs. It only lasts a few hours and the transformation both ways is painful. Still, she jumps at the chance to assist 007 on his mission to find missing submarines purely because she will be given the chance to swim again. Maybe, if she doesn’t use them all, this foreign agent will prove willing to help her find her freedom once more.

Art by @lasersinger​ (link)

Aki was eager to prove herself in the new secret service. She’s grown up on stories and had been training all her life. Initially, the other new recruits laugh at her. Not just for being a girl, but for her homemade armor and her headband of sharp shells which keep her hair out of her eyes. But she ignores them all and with the support of her friends, she finishes top of the class and only smiles proudly as she accepts her first mission. She smiles even wider when their quartermaster Tiger gives her a new set of armor made of pink coral just like her previous one had been.

Art by @jara-l-art​ (link)

Strawberry Fields was a bright young girl, really, she showed lots of promise. Unfortunately, she was easily charmed. Especially when she’d had a drink or two. As small as she was, she should’ve been an excellent operative for the service. She could easily swim through building pipes and eavesdrop through the sinks. Men talked about so many secret things in bathrooms when they thought they were alone. But sometimes she got a little too eager and jumped in with the ice at a bar where she inevitably got scooped up and poured into a cocktail. The alcohol went right to her brain and while she did provide a great distraction for the primary agent, her handler often had to make a scene herself to make sure she didn’t suffocate when she was thrown to the floor with the rest of the cocktail.

Art by @prinnay​ (link)

Nomi was the deadliest goldfish agent they’d ever had. Most goldfish could do the distraction, but then they were also distracted. Nomi, however, was simply drop dead gorgeous and knew it. She didn’t need to think about how to distract her prey, she simply did. Which meant she could focus fully on disarming and killing her opponent. It also worked well for getting her all the best missions and time off whenever she wanted. 

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Summer jobs were very common where Felix had grown up. And he’d been proud of his, even worked full time there for a year after high school. But it wasn’t a common experience in the CIA so it didn’t get talked about much. Which was good. Because as much as it was cool, being a merman at Weeki Wachee Springs might not be seen as cool by the rest of the agents. He only got to wear a tail the one year he worked full time, but even being part of the acrobatic shows, not needing to break the surface to breathe for twenty minutes, it felt like being a merman even if he held an air hose in his hands. He didn’t think it was possible to love Della any more when she told him she’d also held a summer job as a mermaid there.

InuKag Fluff Week 2022- Day 1: Festival

Yeah, I wanted to try this since I haven't been doing much InuKag stuff. So here's my first entry for @inukagfluffweek !

Inuyasha didn't used to like festivals very much. All the people crowding around and being too loud for his ears, the fireworks going off and making the air all smoky and smelly, not to mention people getting drunk. Even back when he went to festivals with his mother and father, he didn’t like them that much.

  Of course, that all changed after he married Kagome.

  He couldn't quite explain it, but it was like he found a newfound beauty when he was out here with his wife and his kids. The half-demon was wearing his white T-shirt and a thin red jacket with the sleeves rolled up, as well as a pair of faded blue jeans. Ichiro was hanging back with him, nibbling on a bare dango dumpling stick, texting his girlfriend Tsukihime on the phone while also holding his dog, Riki, on a leash. Moroha stood beside her older brother, slurping up some fresh grilled yakisoba. She was wearing a lovely red kimono with white koi fish patterns, which was a hand-me-down from her paternal grandma. Inuyasha chuckled as he gently ruffled her raven locks, causing Moroha to laugh.

  "Dad!" she complained as she gently pushed her father's hand away.

  Yamako, wearing his aquamarine yukata, and Sanka, wearing her pink kimono with lotus flowers, both showed off the goldfish that they won from a game they played as they walked in front of their dad. Inuyasha found it adorable that they were going back and forth about whose goldfish was bigger. They were both pretty much the same size, but he still found it cute how they bickered like this.

  Then, up ahead of him, holding one of the twins in her arms… there was Kagome. She wore the most gorgeous morning glory kimono and her cascading black hair was done up in a ponytail, which was held up by a lotus hairpin, which was a gift from Inuyasha’s father on the day of their wedding. Her plump lips were colored with red lipstick and she even had her nails painted. Little Izayoi, almost 3 years old, was clinging to her mother while she licked a candied apple, and Usagi, always hyper and cheerful, was waddling alongside her mom, who held her hand tightly to keep her from wandering off as she excitedly pointed at some stands that were selling things like charms and little trinkets.

  Inuyasha smiled as he watched his wife, who laughed as she watched one of her youngest daughters enjoy her treat. She was practically glowing from all the lights that lit up the park… and it made his heart swell just looking at her. She looked just as beautiful to him as she did on their wedding night.

  They say that magical things happened at a festival. For Inuyasha, that couldn't be more true… especially right here, right now as he watched his wife.

  As the family reached the empty lot, there came the familiar sound of the fireworks whistling into the air before they exploded into an array of colors. The kids all gasped in excitement as they watched the fireworks display, and even Riki barked as he jumped onto his hind legs as if he were trying to leap up and bite one. As their children enjoyed the show, Inuyasha stood beside Kagome, who smiled as she leaned against his shoulder. In response, he reached over and wrapped his arm around her and nuzzled the top of her head. She looked up at him, her chocolate brown orbs sparkling like the fireworks.

  With a smirk, Inuyasha gently pulled her close… and captured her lips in his, causing Izayoi to giggle as she watched her parents.

  Yes, there was definitely nothing more magical than a festival.

Nova Ch 12

AN: I’ve been waiting to write this chapter for so long! Can you believe it’s been a year since I started this story? 

Ch 12: Mare

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Dear Mickey Mouse Calendar, 

It’s May 2nd, and you know what that means! Well, besides bringing May flowers of course! The flowers are going to be so beautiful this year, I can tell! Especially once they bring the butterflies and the birds and the bees! Oh dear, do you think Brain knows about the factory in the sky that produces cute little mouse babies? I hope so. 

Anyway, the beautiful, lovely, fantabulous Pharfignewton’s gonna be running in the Derby in just a little bit! She’s worked really really hard to get this far, and I’m super proud of her! She’s gonna be one step closer to the Triple Crown when she wins! 

Anyway, I’m running out of room on this page, so I just wanted to say I love you, Figgy Pudding! May the best mare win!

Love, 

Pinky 

o-o-o-o-o

Pinky added a heart by his name with a sparkly pink gel pen and blew a kiss to the image of Mickey and Minnie driving a cute little car into the sunset. Then he recapped the pen, washed his hands of extra glitter, and returned to the TV, which had been tuned into the Kentucky Derby for the past two hours. 

They were still conducting pre-race interviews with the owners, jockeys, and trainers. Though there were several saddled horses with colorful numbers in the background, none of them were Pharfignewton. 

But they were still very beautiful horses, clopping around on the dirt-covered track as they flicked their ears and tails in anticipation of the race.  

Several boxes of leftover pizza and paper plates were laid out in front of the television.. It was so nice of the scientists to throw a pizza party and let them have the leftovers! Pepperoni, mac and cheese, and pineapple pizza were all so delicious, and they tasted even better when all three were combined on a single slice! 

Pinky popped a pineapple cube in his mouth, giggling as it stung his tongue. Then he turned to his hat, which laid a short distance away from the leftover pizza so it didn’t get soiled. Lovely, glittery red and purple roses decorated the outside of the hat, and every inch was decked with colorful feathers, encouraging messages, and Pharfignewton’s name so everybody for miles around could see he was rooting for his favorite horse. 

Since the hat was too big and heavy for him to wear throughout the pre-race festivities, he decided to just put it on a few minutes before the race instead.

And it was so sweet of Gummy, Madame Daisy, Nicholas, and Mr. Button to support Pharfignewton! They were all gathered in front of the TV so they could watch the Derby too! 

Pinky’s ear twitched at a gagging noise on his left, and he turned his head just in time to see Brain spit a chunk of pineapple onto a napkin. 

“Of all things, why in Selene’s name would you ruin perfectly good cheese with battery acid?” Brain snapped. He immediately dunked his muzzle into a thimble of water. 

“Batteries aren’t a pizza topping,” Pinky said. Did batteries look like pineapples on New Selene? “And pineapple pizza tastes delicious!” 

Brain scowled as he shoved the paper plate with his barely touched pineapple pizza slice towards Pinky, then grabbed a new plate and loaded it with two slices of pepperoni. 

“I’m outlawing that vile piece of filth you call food as soon as I rule the world,” Brain declared. 

“You can’t do that!” Pinky cried. What was next? Declaring pumpkin spice illegal? He would never support such an awful law! “That’s...that’s just unconstitutional! A breach of power! I won’t stand for it, Brain!” 

Then he realized he was standing up to grab the pineapple pizza slice, so he promptly sat down and chomped on pineapple, tomato sauce, and bread to prove his point. 

Brain wrinkled his nose, but before he could reply, the TV panned to show a beautiful, gray-maned white horse prancing in circles around her jockey, nearly tying him up in her reins. 

“That’s her! That’s Pharfignewton!” Pinky yelled, spewing tomato sauce from his mouth. “Hi, Fig! It’s me, Pinky!” 

Pinky quickly set his pizza down and slipped the hat on, sitting underneath the brim while the rest of the hat was propped against the counter. He hoped Pharfignewton could see the messages he’d written. 

“The cameras aren’t two-way, Pinky,” Brain said, but Pharfignewton whinnied happily, so Pinky knew she could hear him from thousands of miles away! 

She wore a beautiful pink cloth over her back with the number fifteen emblazoned in white, with a brown saddle on top. She tossed her head back and whinnied, her reins quivering in the sunlight. Her jockey slipped a pink mask over her face, and when she turned to look at the camera, her gorgeous blue eyes stood out even more. 

“You have quite the unusual horse here, Mr. Gardner,” the reporter said to Pharfignewton’s owner, who Pinky recognized by his bushy beard. “Not much of a looker, nor was she sired from any famous line of racehorses. And only one fellow’s bet on her at all.” 

Pinky frowned. Not much of a looker? That reporter’s obviously never seen Pharfignewton with the wind flowing through her mane, or the joyful neighs whenever she galloped around a field, or how she practically glowed whenever she ran. 

Mr. Gardner leveled a glare at the reporter, who withered from the intense look. “Pharfignewton may have a different build from her fellow racehorses, but she’s a hundred times more passionate about racing than anyone else. It’s true that neither of her parents have competed on the national level, but she’s inherited her mother’s spirit and her father’s diligence, a mixture of traits which will suit her well today.” 

“Yes...I’m sure it will,” the reporter muttered. His eyes darted to a chestnut horse with a yellow cloth draped over his back. “Oh, would you look at the time? I don’t believe I’ve gotten a chance to talk with Mayoneighaise’s team yet!” 

He scurried off, the cameraman trailing behind him. 

A board flashed onscreen, showing the horses’ names and numbers before cutting to commercial. 

“Mr. Legs? Friendly Neighborhood Racehorse? Is this entire competition just an excuse to saddle these poor creatures with horrific names?” Brain asked over the noise of a car commercial. 

“You can’t saddle a name. You saddle horses, Brain,” Pinky said. Brain could be so confused sometimes. 

“And they barely gave Pharfignewton the time of day,” Brain added. “But they dedicated a full fifteen minutes to Arabian Night’s training sessions.” 

Pinky shrugged. “Well, Arabian Night worked really hard. He deserved that time. And so does Maximus and Maverick and Black Beauty and Rainbow Dash and-” 

“It’s blatant favoritism,” Brain cut in. 

The commercial break ended, and the broadcast showed a female reporter approaching an enormous, muscular black stallion with a comically small jockey leading him by the reins. He bore a royal purple cloak with number one written in a fancy golden script on his back. The horse was so dark that Pinky could barely see his eyes or mouth. 

“And here we have the clear fan-favorite, Daddy’s Little Angel,” the reporter declared as she carefully approached the horse, who huffed when she got too close to his muzzle. She pulled back, keeping her microphone close to her body. “An excellent track record locally and regionally, highest odds tonight, and a descendant of the famous Triple Crown winner Secretariat. He sure has a lot going for him, don’t you think?” 

Daddy’s Little Angel was stoic and handsome, and as his owner and trainer listed off his various accomplishments, Pinky crossed his fingers and toes for good luck. Pharfignewton had a whole lot of competition. Sure, she was the fastest racehorse around these parts, but in the Derby she was a small goldfish in a large aquarium full of other fish. 

“Zort! Nope, can’t think like that!” Pinky said, thumping his head with his fist. He didn’t want to have doubts about her talent! She was the best, the swiftest, and the fastest at eating apples and hay! There’s no way she could lose! 

“Quiet, Pinky. I’m trying to listen,” Brain said. His pink eyes gleamed with interest as a montage of Daddy’s Little Angel’s previous feats flashed across the screen. “I wouldn’t be opposed to owning a horse like that for ceremonial purposes.” 

“Parading around on Pharfignewton sounds lovely,” Pinky sighed dreamily. 

He imagined Pharfignewton in a beautiful golden outfit, bells on her reins, and prancing down the street to a cheering crowd while he rode on her back. And there were pretty parade floats and celebrities singing and giant balloons of all his favorite characters! 

He was broken out of his fantasy by the sound of a fanfare. 

“Attention, all riders and horses! Clear the track and proceed to your stalls! The race will commence shortly!” the announcer declared. 

The camera lingered on Daddy’s Little Angel for just a little longer before panning out for a wide shot of the horses and jockeys making their way to the starting point, the trainers leading the horses by the reins and securing them in the stalls. 

Fifteen horses dressed in colorful racing garb whinnied and bucked their hind legs in anticipation of the race. Daddy’s Little Angel was in the first stall, the one nearest to the fence. Next to him, a majestic, stout white horse named Maximus took the number two slot. Like Daddy’s Little Angel, he was poised, calm, and determined to win. 

Most of the other horses were far more impatient though. Rainbow Dash wouldn’t quit stomping in her stall, and Maverick gave her a warning nip when her tail flicked him one too many times. She didn’t like that at all, and both jockeys fought to get their horses under control. 

A cinnamon stallion named Spirit thrashed in his stall, nearly throwing his rider off multiple times while two other people tried to calm him down. 

Then they finally showed Pharfignewton. She was in the stall closest to the stands, and while she was penned securely, the workers were all focused on the skittish racehorses. 

Pharfignewton flashed a horsey smile to the audience, then lowered her head in anticipation for the race to begin. 

Pinky’s fingers, toes, and tail were all crossed. She had to win! This was her dream ever since she was a little filly!

“And they’re off!” the announcer declared as the bell rang and the gates opened. All fifteen horses galloped out of the stalls, kicking up dirt as their hooves thundered against the ground. “Daddy’s Little Angel and Maximus off to an early lead! Horsin’ Around’s pulling ahead of Tricky Mickey and...oh! Spirit’s bucked his jockey! That’s gonna cost everyone behind ‘em some time!” 

The names and number display at the bottom of the screen shifted around as horses pulled ahead or fell behind. 

Pinky’s muscles tensed as Pharfignewton swerved to avoid a riderless Spirit, though Achilles’ Heel was unlucky enough to be caught on a back ankle by a flailing hoof. Pharfignewton fell behind Mr. Legs and Mayoneighase for a split second before increasing her speed and passing them as they reached the first turn.

Pharfignewton was truly in her element! Like a happy, gusty wind spirit! 

“YOU CAN DO IT, FIG!” Pinky screamed at the top of his lungs, and there was an angry shushing noise, followed by a parmesan packet smacking the side of his head. “Thanks for the parmesan, Brain!” 

“Onto the second turn!” the announcer continued. “Daddy’s Little Angel and Maximus neck and neck! Rainbow Dash and Arabian Night fighting for third a mere two lengths away! Maverick trying to squeeze in but there’s no room! Hold onto your fancy hats, folks, this is shaping up to be a wild race!” 

Egad, he didn’t want to lose his fancy hat! Pinky clutched the edges with cheese-stained fingers. 

“Daddy’s Little Angel and Maximus still leading the pack, but trailing them is Black Beauty and Grand Chawhee! Rainbow Dash and Arabian Night have fallen to fifth and sixth! Friendly Neighborhood Racehorse trying for a comeback while Maver-what’s this? Pharfignewton’s clawing her way up from tenth, ninth, eighth, seventh...now she’s passed Rainbow Dash! Ladies and gents, this could be the biggest recovery in the Derby’s history!” 

Oh, if only he remembered where he’d placed his cotton ball pom-poms! They’d come in super handy right now! 

Black Beauty and Grand Chawhee slowed down on the final turn, enabling Pharfignewton to easily overtake them for third place. Then she poured on the speed, closing in between Daddy’s Little Angel and Maximus.

“NARF! GO, PHARFIGNEWTON!” Pinky screeched, his hat tumbling off as he leapt to his feet. If he screamed loud enough, Pharfignewton could hear him all the way in Kentucky! And the power of friendship always worked for last-minute wins! His cartoons were never wrong! 

“It’s a straight shot to the finish! Maximus falls back by half a length! Ladies and gents, could this be the greatest upset in horse racing history? It’s Pharfignewton! No, Daddy’s Little Angel pulls ahead! Now Pharfignewton! Daddy’s Little Angel!” 

Brain was quiet, but from the twitch of his pointed ears and the way he leaned forward, Pinky knew he was just as invested in the race. 

The camera centered on the finish line, but Pinky couldn’t tell who crossed first. Pharfignewton and Daddy’s Little Angel galloped offscreen just as the rest of the pack, led by Maximus, finished after them. 

“WHAT’S THIS? PHARFIGNEWTON AND DADDY’S LITTLE ANGEL HAVE CROSSED THE FINISH LINE AT THE SAME TIME! TURNING THE FOOTAGE OVER FOR REVIEW SO WE CAN DECLARE THE WINNER!”

Pinky quickly found that crossing his toes while standing wasn’t the best idea. He fell flat on his face, but quickly pushed himself up on his elbows as the Derby logo flashed by and replayed the last few seconds of the race in slow motion. 

Pharfignewton and Daddy’s Little Angel’s legs were just one giant blur next to the finish line, but the reel paused on a shot of Pharfignewton’s flaring nostril crossing the line before Daddy’s Little Angel’s front hooves touched it. 

Pinky sucked in his breath. 

“PHARFIGNEWTON HAS BEEN DECLARED THE WINNER! CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR VICTORY OVER THE 141ST KENTUCKY DERBY!” 

“She did it! She did it! Lo hicimos, she did it!” Pinky jumped for joy, his heart soaring in excitement for Pharfignewton. She was three years old and she’d accomplished so much! He was super duper extra proud of her! 

Brain rolled his eyes, but there was a tiny quirk at the corner of his mouth. “Yes, it seems all your supportive efforts have paid off.” 

Pinky grinned and tore off a cardboard flap of the pizza box, dumped parmesan cheese all over it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Nothing tasted better than a victory pizza box with parmesan! 

“Want some?” Pinky offered a second flap to Brain. “It’s delicious!” 

Brain made a gagging noise. “That can’t possibly be good for your digestive system, Pinky.” 

Oh well. More for him then! 

Pharfignewton’s back was draped with beautiful roses, her team of humans all rushing up and hugging her as journalists bombarded them all with questions and photographers snapped photo after photo of her horsey smile. 

Daddy’s Little Angel trotted up to her with a flower crown in his mouth and dropped it onto her head, then drummed the ground steadily with a front hoof in his version of applause. All the other horses followed his lead. Even Spirit and Achilles’ Heel, who were being restrained by a team of trainers, gave their approval. Pharfignewton whinnied in delight, tossing back her head and showing off the beautiful crown. 

She really was the best. Pinky clutched his chest, that warm gooshy feeling of love spreading throughout his body. 

He couldn’t contain it much longer, and he picked up Brain to let it all out, and he danced around in joy with a squirming Brain in his arms. 

“Pinky, I understand that this outcome is most favorable, but I demand that you cease this at once!” Brain complained. 

But Pinky barely heard him. He was more interested in what Mr. Gardner had to say. 

“Pharfignewton did an amazing job and we’re very proud of her,” Mr. Gardner said as he fed Pharfignewton an apple, which she gladly inhaled. “Running’s in her blood, and I’m sure she’s made her parents very proud in equine heaven. She’s definitely gonna take the Preakness and Belmont by storm.” 

“You think she’s capable of gaining Triple Crown status?” the reporter asked. 

Pharfignewton neighed loudly in her direction, messing up the reporter’s hair. 

As the reporter struggled to fix it, Mr. Gardner smiled. “I think she made it clear that she takes what she wants.” 

Two more races for the Triple Crown. Right. 

Pinky stopped dancing, an odd but featherlight weight in his arms. In his excitement, he’d forgotten that Pharfignewton had to win the Preakness and Belmont for her dream to come true. 

It wasn’t that she couldn’t do it. She was a swift runner and the best racehorse in the world. But she would be gone for several months. All the way on the other side of the country. 

And he wanted her to achieve her dream so bad. To rank up there with the great racehorses of old. 

“Pinky?” a voice choked. 

He was accidentally squishing one of Brain’s antennae. Oops. 

“Sorry, Brain,” Pinky quickly said, putting his friend down. 

Instead of stepping away like Pinky expected, Brain remained where he was. Brain was too good at forming unreadable expressions. His pretty pink eyes seemed concerned though. 

“This is a momentous occasion, isn’t it?” Brain asked. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating?” 

Was that Selenian speak for happy? 

Yeah, he was supposed to be happy. Pharfignewton won. He was really happy for her. He didn’t want Pharfignewton to think he was a bad friend because he was sad about not seeing her for a while. 

“Of course I’m happy for her,” Pinky said. But it was flimsy even to his own mousey ears. 

Brain didn’t seem convinced either. One hand awkwardly hovered in the space between them. 

A little touch would be nice, and he held super still so Brain wouldn’t get spooked. But a tapping at the window broke Brain’s trance, and upon the sight of a hovering black camera with the Selenian logo on its side, he quickly pulled away. 

“Correspondence from Snowball,” Brain said. His ears flattened briefly before returning to their normal position. Maybe he regretted breaking their closeness too. “I’m taking this.” 

He wiped his fingers on a wet cloth before unlatching the window. The camera darted in once the window was open, its tripod claws dropping an unmarked envelope into Brain’s hands before flying off into the brilliant evening sky. 

Well, it could’ve had pizza if it stayed just a little longer. 

Pinky moved behind Brain as he tore open the envelope and unfolded the note inside, which was written in a neat script. 

Pickup at seven pm tomorrow. Don’t be late. 

-Snowball

“Well, it’s better than nothing,” Brain sighed. “I’ll make sure we have everything required for tomorrow night, Pinky.” 

He didn’t wait for a reply. He only disappeared into a hidden drawer where all their belongings were stored. 

The masquerade ball was important. He shouldn’t keep Brain from making sure they saved the invitation so they could get in. 

And it would be nice to wear that beautiful dress Sharon picked out. 

But there was an ache in his chest. One that gnawed at his heart, and he didn’t want that icky feeling gnawing at his heart. Pinky sat in front of the TV and focused on Pharfignewton’s happiness instead. He pushed away the pizza, the box tasting like cardboard on his tongue. 

If she was happy, he was happy. And wasn’t that all he needed?

End AN: So as a little treat I snuck some fictional horse names in here. I mean, obviously you know Pharfignewton as Pinky’s equine girlfriend. Daddy’s Little Angel is the name of the horse Brain rode in the OG Animaniacs episode Jockey for Position.

Grand Chawhee’s name is a reference to All Dogs Go to Heaven. Tricky Mickey comes from the 1978 movie Casey’s Shadow, which I caught my family watching a few weeks ago and I just decided to borrow a name from the movie.

Rainbow Dash from My Little Pony, Maximus from Tangled, Black Beauty from the book of the same name, Spirit from the Dreamworks movie, and Achilles’ Heel is a reference to Phoebus’ horse in Disney’s Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Mr. Legs’ name provided by Boxy. Thank you, Boxy. Snuck in Pinky actually eating a pizza box for ya lol.

Final placements for the Derby are:

1. Pharfignewton 2. Daddy’s Little Angel 3. Maximus 4. Grand Chawhee 5. Black Beauty 6. Rainbow Dash 7. Arabian Night 8. Friendly Neighborhood Racehorse 9. Mr. Legs 10. Maverick 11. Horsin’ Around 12. Tricky Mickey 13. Mayoneighase 14. Achilles’ Heel (never finished) 15. Spirit (never finished)

Next chapter will finally have the Masquerade Ball and boy do I have plans. It’ll definitely be longer than this one. But this chapter at least wraps up the Derby subplot.

Would you reccomend any specific reading to someone interested in keeping fancy goldfish?

So sorry for the slow response, I usually use tumblr on mobile and I think the ask got buried U_U; Also.. this is gonna be long I could talk goldfish all damn day

I don’t have any specific pages to suggest, I’m not crazy about a lot of the care sheets out there, especially with like.. gallonage rules and that kind of thing. In general, I wouldn’t keep fancy goldies in anything smaller than a 4′ tank if you’re keeping them indoors. A 75 or 90g is a great place to start for a small group (5 or so) fancies. The best advice I can give is OVER FILTER the heck out of the tank. Something like a fluval FX4 or similar capacity canister filter is my go to for goldfish (again, kept indoors). Fluvals are just the least expensive canister that I still trust quality wise. Eheims are also excellent if you feel like spending a bit more. (I don’t have one of the newer models but I’ve used them for years and they’re great filters in general.)

As far as some other tips go...!

Substrate- I recommend using a fairly shallow (1.5-2″ ish) sand bed for goldfish. I also would use a lot of smooth river rocks in the tank for them to graze one.

Tank decor, plants, etc- Contrary to popular believe goldfish CAN be kept with plants, you just have to be selective about the ones you use! Thankfully all the ones I would use are SUPER low maintenance and easy to grow. Anubias and java fern can be anchored between rocks or on driftwood pieces- you can use driftwood with goldfish in a limited sense. You don’t want a lot of tannins and also don’t want super branchy pieces that they can scratch themselves on- something like ghost wood, manzanita stumps (not branches), mopani, or oak work well for some enrichment and spots for plants to attach to. In the substrate you can plant various vallisnera, crypts, and other rooted plants depending on your light level and if you want to fertilize heavily. Amazon swords are popular with goldfish but again, you’ll have to use root tabs for long term success with them. I DON’T like using plants like hornwort and cabomba indoors with goldies because they tend to pick at them and it can make a huge mess that will require a good bit of work on your part to keep from building up detritus. I’ve also used tiger lotus and non-lace aponogetons with goldfish indoors and they did fine with them. Duckweed is great for them to graze on, but some groups will eat it all before it can replenish itself, depends on the individuals. I have duckweed in several tanks so I just toss them a handful every week or so. Oh! Lots of people use marimo with goldies which CAN work, but they sometimes unroll them and pick at them relentlessly- use with caution.

Water temp: When kept indoors I like to keep them around 68-72F, which is about what my water temp is w/o a chiller in my house.

My fave types of fancies: Let me start off by saying that I DO think a lot of egg-shaped fancies can be healthy and robust. A lot of people are against fancies in general, but I think the vast majority of the breeds CAN be as healthy as your standard goldfish, especially since most of the long-bodied goldfish sold in store are culls.

FANCY GOLDFISH I RECOMMEND:

FANTAILS- Super hardy, low-maintenance fancy goldfish that come in pretty much all colors and scale types. EASY as can be! When picking out a fantail look for a smooth, egg shaped body with no kinks or harsh angles; clear eyes that aren’t bulgy or large, and strong fins. Here's a top view of one of my old fantails.

ORANDAS- Also very hardy (believe it or not), although the wen can be a concern for some keepers. I’ve personally never had an issue in my groups with wen overgrowth but it can happen, so it’s something to keep in mind. I recommend looking for orandas that have a smoother egg shaped body than the sharp angles b/t the spine and caudal fin that a lot of them have. There are many sub-types of oranda and some are bred to an “extreme” that can be detrimental to their overall health. Here’s one of my old Thai orandas

RYUKIN- Excellent choice as long as they’re not bred to an extreme. The characteristic hump back does not slow them down in the slightest and they are very robust and easy to keep. This was not one of mine, but I saw it at my fave LFS and GOSH this is such a nice ryukin body-condition wise.

TAMASABA - Uncommon breed, essentially a single-tailed ryukin (they tail can be short or long). Really cool goldfish to keep if you can find them. Pic below.

GOLDFISH I RECOMMEND FOR *LARGE* TANKS (6′ minimum):

SABAO - VERY similar to the tamasaba, and also uncommon. Essentially a single-tailed fantail. Egg shaped body with a single tail that can be short or long.

WAKIN- My ABSOLUTE FAVORITE FANCY GOLDFISH! They are a gorgeous, long bodied fish with a short-finned double tail. Best of both worlds if you ask me! Here are some of my old wakin.

WATONAI- Fairly uncommon at this point, but great candidates for large aquariums! Basically a wakin with long fins.

FANCY GOLDFISH I RECOMMEND KEEPING WITH CAUTION:

These are all fish that lack a dorsal fin, if you keep them DEFINITELY keep them only with other goldfish that lack dorsal fins. They can be outcompeted when kept fancies with more traditional body types.

Phoenix / Phoenix Egg- Essentially a long tailed variety of eggfish (true eggfish are exceedingly rare), does not have a wen. I only mention them because they’re becoming more popular and are available more often than they used to be.

Ranchu- Dorsal-less, double tailed, has a wen, typically has a sharply angled caudal fin in relation to the spine

Lionhead- OLD variety of goldfish, dorsal-less, double tailed, has a wen, typically have a more rounded body type with a less angled caudal than ranchus.

GOLDFISH BREEDS I DO NOT RECOMMEND:

I do not recommend the following goldfish for various reasons. Yes, individuals of the following breeds CAN be healthy and hardy, but I think most have large risks involved with keeping them that I don’t think are justifiable.

Pearlscale / Crown Pearlscale

Telescope, any breed with telescope eyes (these can be very healthy and hardy but the tank needs to be designed with caution because they are prone to eye issues)

Celestial Eye

Bubble Eye

Welp I kind of.. ended up making a basic care sheet for them whoops. Feel free if you have any other questions or want help designing tanks!

Survey #396

“every time i leave, you say you won’t be there, & you’re always there”

So, is it gif with a hard G or soft G? I used to say "jif," but now I pronounce it as "gif." If you use libraries, what is the largest overdue fine you’ve ever had? *shrug* Do you ever borrow things other than books from the library? I remember back in the day, they used to offer educational computer games, and I bought a dinosaur one as a kid that I was madly obsessed with. Are there still any movie rental places left where you live? Just Redbox things outside of some stores. Do you ever buy secondhand books (or DVDs, video games, CDs)? Yeah; Ebay is my friend. Or do you prefer them to be brand new? I mean yeah, but it's not a massive deal to me so long the thing is operational or not falling apart. Do you ever write fanfic? Of what? Nah. Do you ever READ fanfic? Of what? Also nah. Do you have a favorite classical composer? No. Have you ever had multicolored/rainbow hair? No, but I would LOVE to. What kind of hats, if any, do you like to wear? I don't wear hats. What is your #1 deal-breaker with friendships? If you're manipulative, byyyyyeeeee~ Who is your favorite character on Bob’s Burgers and why? (If you watch it) I've seen some episodes, but I don't actually watch it. Have you ever had a retro celebrity crush? Like a crush on an “old” celebrity who was most famous a long time ago or is long dead? Audrey Hepburn, for one, is drop-dead GORGEOUS. When you buy/receive new clothes, do you instantly wear them or wash first? It depends on what I bought and where it's from. What’s the weirdest item you’ve seen for sale on Ebay? Idk. Are parents to blame for what their kids do on the Internet? No; kids make their own choices. I do, however, believe the parents should monitor what they do until they reach a certain degree of maturity, as well as the child's history with what they've done on the Internet. Do you use acronyms to remember things? Sometimes. Do you take pills like Tylenol for the littlest aches and pains? No. Only if I'm really in pain will I take Ibuprofen/Advil. Don’t you think Crocs are ugly? Big time. I don't know why they're in vogue now when they used to be so widely hated. When was the last time you went roller skating? Oh, it's been years. Who was your favorite Ninja Turtle? I was never into the franchise. Horror flicks make you: laugh, scream, or squirm? I prefer the ones that make you uneasy. I'm not a big fan of the nasty ones, and I want to feel on edge when I'm watching a horror film, but it's EXTREMELY rare I become legitimately scared. If you could become a doctor, what would you specialize in? Uhhhh. Maybe genetic disorders. What’s the cutest thing a little kid has ever said to/in front of you? I'm sure it was something my niece or nephew said, but I'm unsure of what. They've said many adorable things. Did any characters from TV shows scare you as a kid? Which one(s)? FUCKING KING RAMSES FROM COURAGE THE COWARDLY DOG. FUCK he gave me nightmares. What’s the saddest thing you’ve heard on the news recently? I was very saddened to hear about the giraffe that died giving birth. Do you believe that acupuncture works? I'm not educated enough on this subject. Have you ever been hypnotized? No, and I don't believe it's possible to be. What’s the first food you can smell when you enter the mall? The soft pretzels, omg. That little stand is my favorite part of our local mall. They make DELICIOUS pretzels. What is the worst hurt you’ve ever experienced? Jason leaving. Are huge muscles gross or sexy? Like serious body builders, it's gross to me. I prefer a natural musculature. Have you ever fished and caught something weird? I know I have, but what isn't coming to mind. Do you use an umbrella when it rains? Unless it is absolutely pouring, no. Do you like getting caught in the rain? No. What is the hardest part of cleaning for you? It requires physical exertion and I am INCREDIBLY weak with non-existent stamina. Do you have any fake flowers in your room? No. Do you own any succulents? No. What is your favorite thing about spring? The only thing I like about spring are all the flowers. What is something you find hard to draw? HANDS. UGH. Was it sunny for your senior prom pictures? Sigh. It was a beautiful sunset. I REALLY wish I didn't delete all those pictures from existence. Have you ever seen a double rainbow? I've seen like, a triple rainbow. What’s one thing you want to learn how to make? Your ordinary meals. I really want to be able to cook my own food from scratch. Do you have stomach issues? Maybe TMI, but it's been questioned but not fully examined that I may have IBS. My stomach is very sensitive. When was the last time you apologized and didn’t mean it? I'm not sure. Do you prefer to be the “talker” or the “listener” in a conversation? The listener. What’s a movie that you think everyone should see? Johnny Got His Gun. If you could have any hair color, what color would you want? Either pastel pink or light creamsicle orange. When was the last time you saw your “first love”? February of 2017. Who’s the smartest person you know personally? My best guy friend Girt. What makes them so smart? He's just very intelligent. Book-smart. Are there any bands/artists that get you all emotional? Ozzy. He and his music are so important to me. What’s your favourite aunt or uncle’s first name? Robert. Have you ever done a first aid course? No. What time do you generally wake up in the morning? It varies from like, 6:00-8:30ish. If you could have one superpower, what would it be? Definitely shapeshifting. I'd love to be a druid, man. Do you ever make surveys? If so, are they long or short? No, but I combine them because I don't like surveys that are too short by my standards. When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it? Honestly, probably never. I love my current hairstyle, but I most certainly plan on dyeing it maaaany more times. As a child, what was your favorite game to play? I was hooked on the first three Spyro games. I would play 'em over and over. Do any of your siblings have significant others? Do you like them? My older sister is married, and I am NOT a fan of her husband. He's WAY too conservative and bigoted and racist and misogynistic, etc. etc. He's wonderful as a dad, like holy shit he loves his kids, but his beliefs are abhorrent. Dad's daughter is also married, and her husband is awesome. Mom's eldest daughter is also married, and her husband seems cool. My brother has a fiancee that I've never met. Do you believe in the concept of global warming? No fucking shit I do. It's impossible to logically deny, especially as the years go on. When was the last time you took a picture of something? Was it yourself? I took some pictures of this beautiful hydrangea bush outside the TMS office a few days ago. When drinking soda, do you prefer bottles or cans or poured in a glass? Cans, because it stays colder. Do you wear deodorant? Um, yes? If you had a pet pig, what would you name it? Probably something very unoriginal, like Wilbur. Do you like Led Zeppelin? I LOVE "Kashmir." "Stairway to Heaven" was madly important to me, but yeah... I can't listen to it anymore. Like seriously, I haven't in years. Do you like hugs? I do. Have you read the Constitution of the United States of America? Only the Bill of Rights for school. Do you have your own computer or use a family one? I have my own laptop. Do you take out the trash? Sometimes. Is there a calendar in the room you’re in? Outdated meerkat ones. What is your best friend’s name? Sara Jane. :') Have you ever seen a real-life cop chase? Maybe? What is your favorite shape? Circles. Are pigs adorable or dirty? They're precious! And pigs are actually a lot cleaner than people think, if they're not muddy. Anything moldy in your house? Not to my knowledge. Our old house had a serious mold problem, though, which is the primary reason we had to move. Especially with Mom having cancer at the time, she needed to be in the most sterile environment possible. Have you ever been in an earthquake? No. Do you enjoy history? No. Are you watching TV right now? No, but rather GameGrumps on YT. Could you ever be a mortician? True shit, it actually doesn't seem THAT bad. Can you solve a Rubik’s cube? Never seriously tried. How many pets do you have? Just two right now. Are you more close with your mom or dad? My mom. Who is the person that has impacted your life the most? Jason. Or Mom. Have you ever had a pet fish? Yeah. Poor things, they had terrible husbandry. I've learned a hell of a lot from a YouTuber/streamer that is like obsessed with fish about just how misinformed people are on how to take care of various fish. Your goldfish in that little bowl died for a reason, you know. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes. Do you prefer tea or coffee? Both suck. Have you ever vaped? No. How did your parents meet? They were co-workers. What was your first word? "Dada." Have you ever had a kinky dream about a celebrity? ... I mighta lmao. When was the last time you had Nutella? A long time ago. It reeeeaaaally needs to stay out of my house, because I will eat it straight out of the jar. Name someone with a sexy sounding voice. So I don't know where this was, but Mark was once credited in something as "if chocolate had a voice" and I was like YOU FUCKIN BET YOUR SWEET ASS.

Carnival

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“We should name him Nemo,” she says, holding up a plastic bag with an orange goldfish swimming around in the middle of it. She’s smiling as she admires the tiny pet that she has won for herself.

She and Harry had decided upon going to a carnival a few miles outside of town for their one year anniversary, wanting to try and do something a little different. They had been talking about it for weeks before she suggested the idea, almost bursting from so much excitement. A small town, makeshift carnival wasn’t Harry’s first choice for how they could celebrate, in fact he would have loved to have had a quiet night in, just the two of them. Maybe snuggle underneath a few blankets together and watch a silly rom-com or two, but Harry doesn’t mind. Truthfully he’ll go anywhere she wants as long as it entails him getting to be with her.

“I think nemo’s already taken, love. What about Kevin?” Harry suggests, reaching out to lace his fingers with hers. The ones that aren’t grasping the fish that’s captured almost all of her attention.

Harry’s not entirely focused on the moment either though. His mind keeps taking him back to when he first kissed the gorgeous girl standing next to him and how he already knew he was in love with her. They were sitting in his car, the atmosphere slightly awkward as their first date was coming to an end, and Harry knew he had to kiss her. He just had to. She was wearing an old hoodie of his that he’d been meaning to get rid of for while, but never got around to it. He had given it to her to wear when he noticed that she was a bit cold that night and told her to go ahead and keep it when she tried to give it back. “Looks better on you, love,” he had told her. That’s when decided to kiss her.

Harry doesn’t believe in love-at-first-sight or even love-at-first-kiss for that matter, but she just had a certain effect on him. Harry can’t complain though. She’s unlike any girl he’s ever even dreamed of.

“What if I named him Harry? Harry The Fish. I think he might be a lot cuter than you,” she teases. Harry laughs and gently pulls her into him. He rests his hands on her waist.

“He doesn’t give better kisses than me,” he argues, planting one on the side of her head. His grip on her tightens a little as she laughs at him.

“Absolutely not,” she says before pushing herself up on her tiptoes to gently connect their lips. Harry could kiss her all day if she’d let him. He swears he can never get enough of her. Swears she always leaves him wanting more.

“You know, I totally let you win. Could’ve easily used more strength to win that fish for ya if I wanted to.” Harry smirks, watching as she rolls her eyes and pulls away from him to give him a light shove. He’s cold now that she’s stepped out of his embrace, despite wearing a sweater, but it is nearing the end of fall, and winter is right around the corner. Another reason why he wanted to stay in. Y/N is always warm and he wouldn’t mind keeping her as close to him as humanly possible.

“Sure, Harry. I won because you let me, and not because your girlfriend is capable of kicking your ass,” she says sarcastically.

Harry shakes his head, but he smiles. “Nope. I was only being a gentleman.”

She arches a brow before she starts giggling at him. Harry’s heart melts as the sound rings through his ears. He watches her intently, the side of his mouth curling upward into a gentle smile. He’s rather smitten with her and believes she’s the most wonderful girl he’s ever been lucky enough to meet. He loves the way she makes his head spin and chest ache to be with her. The way her eyes shine so bright, as if they hold every good thing in the world, and he loves the subtle creases by her lips from smiling all the time. Harry makes sure she’s smiling all the time. He never wants to see her upset, which is why he can't stand it when she gets frustrated from all the studying she’s always doing. Although, he does have to admit that it’s the cutest thing in the world when she pouts as a result of it. He can’t help but steal a kiss from her when she does that.

Her hair falls in front of her face a moment later and Harry reaches out to brush it behind her ear. He wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side again, before asking, “You wanna ride the ferris wheel, love? You mentioned it earlier.”

She shakes her head, leaning into his chest. “I’m actually pretty tired, H. I think we should go. We could head back to your place and watch a movie for the rest of the night,” she says.

It’s somewhere between ten o’clock and eleven, and the two of them arrived a little after seven so it was understandable that she was starting to feel drained. They have been around the whole park playing games and eating food, even trying some strange ones. Y/N tried funnel cake for the first time and it’s beyond Harry how she’s been alive all this time without trying the popular fried dessert. They have done everything they planned to do except for one thing, which has apparently slipped Y/N’s mind. Harry was reluctant about the carnival at first, but he’s been looking forward to the firework show after closing time ever since they agreed to stay for it.

“What about the fireworks, baby?” He asks as they sit down on a nearby bench to rest. She doesn’t answer him, and he thinks she’s falling asleep on him. He kisses her forehead to get her attention, which causes her to stir.

“I’m so tired,” she murmurs. Harry sighs as she moves her body closer to him, and shifts in an effort to find a comfortable position. She settles for laying her head back on his chest, her eyes fluttering shut.

He wants to give her what she wants. There’s no doubt that Harry wants to take her home and be able to hold her. To cuddle her. He loves when she’s lying beside him, with one or both of his arms draped around her somehow, while the tv or random music hums in the background and they enjoy each other’s presence. They won’t be saying anything, only sharing a few kisses here and there as they briefly fall in and out of sleep. It’s not that he doesn’t like listening to her talk or appreciate having a conversation with her, no. Frankly he could listen to her talk for and never find it boring, but he loves just being with her as well. The silence between them is just as comfortable to him as all the other romantic stuff they do.

There’s a different part of him telling him that they should stay. It’s telling him that if they make it a little while longer, they won’t regret it. Harry knows it’s not going to be anything like a Fourth of July show, but he wants to do it all with her regardless. They’re celebrating tonight and he doesn’t want to leave a single thing out, especially not something he was looking forward to. Even if it might not be that big of a deal.

“I know you are. I am too, but we really wanted to see the fireworks. Please?” Harry pleads. He rests his chin on top of her head, giving her a soft squeeze.

“Yeah, okay,” she yawns, shutting her eyes.

Before long, lights everywhere are starting to shut off as workers close down their booths, and the excited laughter and screams coming from all around the park begin to dwindle as everyone makes their way home for the night. Or if they're like Harry and Y/N, heading to the front lawn for even more fun.

She’s still cuddled into Harry’s arm, fully asleep. Harry shifts on the bench causing her to stir awake and groan at him. Harry playfully rolls his eyes at her.

“Time to go, sleepyhead.” He lifts himself off the bench.

She doesn’t budge. Instead she holds an arm up as if she’s telling him to carry her. Harry sighs at his girlfriend, almost having trouble believing how ridiculous she is. He picks her up anyway, taking her by her arm for her to wrap it around his shoulders and swiftly sweeping her up by her legs. She giggles as she pecks him on the cheek. It’s a little sloppy given her tired state.

Soon they’re outside the gates of the park, joining the other people standing around and waiting. Harry sets her down and she immediately lays herself down on the ground. Harry scoffs before decided that he’ll go ahead and join her. He lays right beside her, a twinkle in his eyes from the moon as he scans over her features. She so beautiful, and she’s all his.

“I think I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you,” he whispers just above her ear.

“You only think?” She aks, starting to giggle again. Harry adores it.

“I am definitely going to spend the rest of my life with you,” he says.

“What makes you so sure?” She turns her head, rolling on her side in the process.

“Because I’m going to marry you someday,” he answers, face completely serious now. No grin, no signs of a smirk. He means every single word.

“And what if I say no?” She quirks one of her eyebrows, challenging him. She moves, throwing one leg over him and resting on his legs.

“Then I’ll do this,” he says, flipping the two of them over so that he’s now on top of her. A shriek emits from her mouth as Harry bends down and starts tickling her. Her laughter is uncontrollable as her arms swat at him to get him to quit.

“Harry stop!”

“Tell me that you’ll say yes,” he teases.

“Okay, okay, I’ll say yes! Just stop!” She squeals. Harry stops his actions, pulling himself off of her and flopping back down on the cold grass.

“We’re only seventeen, Harry. There’s no need rush things,” she tells him, panting out the words because she hasn’t caught her breath yet. She’s not looking at him or where their hands are fitting together so perfectly that the two of them swear they were made for each other, but rather at the stars. They both hear fireworks begin to go off and paint the sky in an array of pretty colors and while she is enraptured by it, Harry’s busy staring at her. She’s the prettiest thing underneath the night sky.

“I know, but whether we’re seventeen or eighty-two, I’ll always love you,” he says, before planting soft kisses into her hair and eventually her lips, the entire world falling away from them.

Feedback is appreciated & requests are open! All the love xx