#layla x cal

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Bees Summer Prompt list

You can mix and match these or have them on their own with any characters from the pinned character list at the top of my page.

Fluff:

“Happy Birthday Baby”

“Please Don't Leave”

The sun isn't even up yet, can you stay a few more minutes”

“You look gorgeous”

“I have to take a picture”

“Remember when…”

“May I have this dance with you”

“Your so sweet, your going to give me a cavity”

“Can I kiss you”

“I'm quite comfortable here”

“Is someone jealous?”

“Let's stay in tonight”

“I can't sleep”

“Are you wearing my perfume/cologne”

“Come to bed”

“The beds colder without you”

“I’m so lucky to call you mine”

“Can I kiss you”

“Your so comfy”

“Don't be silly I want to stay up with you”

“I wish we could live together”

“Can I stay with you tonight”

“Your the perfect size to cuddle”

“Is that my shirt?”

“You make me feel alive”

“I found it!”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“Your so warm dont get up”

“This is robbery”

“You make me so happy”

“Your glowing”

“Gets some rest”

“We both know you didn't get those bags under your eyes from Louis Vaton, rest!”

“I love the outfit”

“I'm gonna catch you”

“I’m so lucky to call you mine”

“Im so inlove with you”

“Never change honey”

“Take my jacket it's cold”

“I want to talk on the phone with you for hours”

“Can you sit in my lap”

“Catch me if you can”

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Smut:

“Let me make you feel good.”

“Is this all for me”

“I'm a very lucky man/women”

“Let me get a taste”

“Let me kiss it better”

“You look so beautiful like this”

“You feel so good”

“Your gonna have to catch me first”

“Can I touch you”

“Your mine”

“No, I'm supposed to make you feel good.”

“Don't cover your face I want to see you”

“Want help with that?”

“Say it.”

“Tell me again”

“Look at yourself in the mirror while I touch you”

“The only way your getting off is on my thigh”

“Stop being such a tease”

“We have to be quiet”

“We can be as loud as we want”

“You smell so good”

“You make me feel so good”

“Behave!”

“Do you want to continue this in the shower?”

“Were you touching yourself?”

“Touch yourself for me”

“Good girl”

“You've been a bad girl”

“You make me so hard pretty girl”

“*gasp* No panties?”

“Im close”

“You know period sex actually helps with cramps”

“Give it to me”

“Be a good girl and spread your legs”

“I need to be inside you”

“Don't worry, I'll take care of everything, I just need you to lay back.”

Comfort:

“Take a deep breath”

“oh, sweetheart”

“I've got you”

“I'm not going to let anyone hurt you”

“Let's get you something to eat”

“Everythings going to be alright”

“Rest your head in my lap”

“Let me hold you close”

“You don't have to do this alone”

“You dont need to be afraid im right here to protect you”

“I'll never get tired of being around you”

“Life would be so dull without you”

“Your past doesn't define you”

“You make my hard times better”

“Let me hold you close”

“I can take away the pain”

“You have enough time to do everything, slow down”

“I'm not going to leave, I promise”

“There is nothing wrong with you”

“I need you close to me right now”

“Just let it all out for me”

“Cmere, you can sit on my lap until i'm finished with work”

#fanfiction prompts #connor x reader #rk900 x reader #tobey!peter x reader #tasm!peter x reader #harry vanderspeigle x reader #layla x reader #bishop x reader #mobius m mobius #cal kestis #cassian andor x reader #k2so #poe dameron #moon knight #peter maximof x reader

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🎰 (use @ lissome)

@lissome

june x toph. you said mutant toph and i'm just thinking about june who is tasked w/ capturing mutants but eventually is like hey that's fucked up we gotta change this.

alina x tara. this again just makes sense to me. i've only had tara for one season but i think. yes.

theo x nico. theo as a part of that organization that the parents are all a part of but not really understanding the full Point because it's just something that is in his own family. Or the guild is it's own thing and he's just part of that elite monster hunter family that crosses paths with the kids and has to be like Are We The Monsters like Cal

rachel x addy. the hunger that comes from being a teenage athlete. what they're willing to do for their dreams.

callie x marissa. i know in my bones that this makes total sense. i just do.

gideon x prue. gideon can travel through dreams and is like kinda technically a median sort of because of this power so like. besties.

layla x matt. idk anything about matt i will watch fnl at some point. i've been told to watch by many people. but based off vibes???? yes??? layla is always wrapped up in football and fnl is football right.

gigi x genya. me rubbing my hands together like i gotta create a grishaverse for gigi now. ugh the power of them both siding with the darkling after book one because of idealization and belief in him / his mission. them both defecting at the end of book 2 because of The Horrors. that's all i got but i appreciate it. healer!gigi.

#lissome #unadvised #the generator really loved me #answered

[aether-xx]

Honest to goodness I was crying so hard in this scene. I had to stop watching midway to calm myself. This moment was so pure. The queers thrived this season 😭😭😭

#sex education season 3 #sex ed #sex ed netflix #sex education spoilers #sex education s3 #sex education #sex ed season 3 #cal bowman #dua saleh #layla sex education #robyn holdaway #cal x layla #layla x cal #enby #trans love #trans enby #enby pride #non binary positivity #non binary #gender nonconforming #transisbeautiful #queer #lgbtlove #gay girls #lgbtq #love is love #lgbt #love wins #lgbt representation

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Okay still more s3 rambles

I'm glad I'm not the only one that hated how Eric handled his and Adam's relationship. Especially after all the effort Adam put from s2 and yet it still wasn't enough for Eric. Eric basically undermining Adam's queerness just because they liked different ways of expressing themselves wasn't fucking right. Adam was out to basically everyone, he was comfortable with holding hands and kissing Adam in public, hell, he was ready to have sex outside (oh but don't get me started on how Eric perceived Adam not wanting to have sex with him as some kind of gay cop out) all it was was his mom, that was it, and not wanting to go to a club.

Fucking Hope. I still stand that the no baby plot was an effort to make us sympathize with her, because otherwise they wouldn't have driven it so hard, idgaf, there's other ways to humanise people, and there are other ways to save a school. Like maybe, telling the students the stakes. The second she confused Adam with Jackson for head boy was when I started hating her. Then her bashing on cal for their comfortability within their gender. Idc if she can't have a baby and I hope we don't get that plot in s4

I like Maeve as a character I really do, but when they keep pushing her into boy drama and bringing her back to her s1 self it gets so boring. Hurting aimee like that wasn't necessary. And I wish they had dealt more with her "I'm too proud" stuff when it came to aimee and Anna instead of just, one day she hated what they did for her, the next she loved them

I wish they had killed off Maeve x Otis but of course not. The whole scene when Elsie was missing made me so mad because they were all being so fucking selfish and Maeve was dealing with her family leaving her again. And then turning around and being mad at Maeve because she couldn't choose. I'm indifferent about Isaac really, I liked his character developement, but wether he and Maeve are final Idc

Ruby x Otis my beloved. They were going so fucking well, and I believe they would've worked on them if they hadn't been so far up Maeve x otis' ass. We were finally seeing ruby as a character in a way that we saw Olivia and Anwar in s2, and I was so excited for her and Otis to work it out and he'll eachother and just meet that middle ground where they were both happy

They could've had more enby and aspec people on the show, all we got was a mention of Steve being demi and didn't really touch on Layla and cal aside from their body dysmorphia. Which don't get me wrong I balled my eyes out at those scenes and related painfully to cal, I just wish that different enby experiences were shown.

Make Jakob the father you fucking cowards

Aimee, love, I wish you nothing but the best in life

#sex education #i dont want this post to get too long #ill probably think of more later

[angelbabylu]

Rivals // AI

pairing: gryffindor!oc x slytherin!ashton

warnings: hogwarts au, enemies to lovers, smut 

word count: 4.5k

notes: so basically kelley ( @sugarcoated-pain​ ) met ashton and luke on saturday night (i think??? i’m really bad at keeping track of dates lmao) and like the real mvp she is, she asked them what their hogwarts houses were. ash said slytherin and luke said gryffindor. thus spurred talks of a gryffindor (like kelley) falling in love with ashton (a slytherin) bc who doesn’t love a good enemies to lovers fic?? to give yall an idea of how neurotic i am,,, we literally had this conversation at 8 am sunday morning and thirteen hours later i somehow had an entire fic written about it. i hope yall enjoy!! 

-- 

“I just think that the seeker is a pointless position, is all. Like, why wasn’t the game timed or something? They have too much power and, unless the other team somehow gets a 150 point lead, which we both know is rare, it basically renders the other players useless.”

Calum had to duck as an errant bread roll came sailing through the air towards his head.

“What the fuck, Layla?” He yelled, indignant, as he gaped at the bread roll on the floor of the great hall.

His friend was sat across the table, looking unamused as she tore into another roll. She slathered jelly all over it as a means of satisfying her sweet tooth. “Fucking muggle-borns.” She grumbled before biting the bread.

“Hey!” Calum protested.

He got an eye roll in response. Muggle heritage or not, Calum felt he had a point. As much as he loved quidditch, the seeker position just didn’t make any sense. Before he could argue this, however, their housemate and resident peacemaker sauntered in.

“Hey, man.” Calum greeted Luke as he sat across the table next to Layla. “Layla tried to kill me with a bread roll a second ago.”

“Layla, why were you trying to kill Calum with a bread roll a second ago?” Luke parroted. The truth was Layla had a reputation of throwing things, especially when she was anxious, so this came as no surprise to Luke.

Layla rolled her eyes. “Cal is talking shit about seekers. He’s lucky I didn’t hex him into next week.”

“No riling up our seeker before a big game, Calum. You know the rules.”

In less than 24 hours, Gryffindor would be facing Slytherin in the last match of the season. A match that would decide who got this year’s Inter-House Quidditch Cup. As Calum had pointed out earlier, the game all but rested on Layla’s shoulders. And her opponent, the Slytherin seeker Michael Clifford, was talented. Probably the only one on the whole campus who could give Layla a run for her money.

Calum was a chaser, and Luke was a beater. Their friendship had blossomed when the three of them had been chosen to join the Gryffindor team in their first year. It was rare for the team to have one first-year member, much less three, but Gryffindor had been down some key players, and they were all very good.

Almost every year since then, Gryffindor has faced Slytherin for the championships, and every year it was a close game. Slytherin had won two consecutive championships in a row now, and no one at the table had been able to forget that. The Slytherins wouldn’t allow them to.

“Wood has the field reserved for five hours this afternoon, which should be illegal. I will not be playing quidditch for five hours, I’ll be sore as hell tomorrow.” Luke complained.

Layla shrugged. “I think he did that to prevent the Slytherins from getting it, actually.”

Neither of her friends had a chance to respond before a grating voice pulled her attention to two boys standing behind her.

“The fact that Wood has to resort to such petty shit means y’all are really worried about tomorrow, huh?”

Layla had to take a deep breath before turning around. Admittedly, she had an issue with her temper, and no one got a rise out of her like Ashton fucking Irwin.

He was standing there with a smirk on his face, his massive arms crossed in a position of dominance. The sleeveless shirt he wore put his toned muscles on full display. Layla could even see the Slytherin tattoo on his bicep. She hoped he missed the way her eyes raked over his body. Clearly, he had just come from the field, and fuck if Ashton Irwin in a sleeveless shirt and quidditch breeches wasn’t hot.

Too preoccupied with his allure, Layla almost missed the blonde standing behind him.

“Tell me, Clifford,” She said addressing the blonde, also in quidditch breeches and a t-shirt. “Does Irwin bring you with him everywhere he goes because he knows if he comes alone, I will kick his ass?”

Forgetting himself, Michael snorted. At that sound, Ashton’s glare deepened. “Kick my ass? Didn’t you almost fail Defense last year?”

Before anyone could blink, Layla was out of her seat about to launch at Ashton. Luke pulled her back at the last minute.

“Don’t say that shit unless you want a broken nose, mate.” Calum growled at the same time as Luke said, “You’ll get suspended from the team, Layla. Relax.”

Ashton smirked at the exchange, clearly pleased that he so easily got under her skin. “See you losers on the field tomorrow.” He said, and the taunt in his voice almost had Layla launching after him again.

--

“Alright,” Wood began. “It’s the last game of the season. Everyone knows my speech by heart already, so all I’m going to say is don’t fuck up, okay? We can’t let them win three years in a row.”

Layla’s pulse was skyrocketing at this point. It was late afternoon, and she was scorching in her quidditch robe. Once she got off the ground and into the air, she wouldn’t notice it anymore. For right now, however, focusing on Oliver Wood’s words felt almost impossible over the pounding of her own blood in her ear.

Minutes later all fourteen players were on the field with Madam Hooch between them.

“Mount your brooms, please.”

Layla climbed onto her Nimbus Twenty-Five Hundred. The teams rose to the skies, a couple of people, Ashton Irwin included, showing off by zooming around and nodding to their friends. Eventually, they settled into a semi-circle high above the crowds. Michael and Layla were higher than the rest. She looked over into his grey-green eyes and tried to summon all that courage Gryffindors were known for.

Then a movement below her caught her eye. Ashton. He had one hand on his broom and the other on the beater’s bat slung over his shoulder. When he winked up at her, her competitiveness kicked in full force.

They all watched as three balls zoomed into the air, the snitch flittered in her field of vision for a moment, then disappeared. Michael was watching it too.

Then, a loud blast came from Madam Hooch’s whistle, the Quaffle was released, and they were off.

“And Calum Hood of Gryffindor immediately takes the Quaffle. Hood is the best Chaser Gryffindor has had in years. And he’s got that tall, dark, and handsome thing going for him too – Oh! Flint is on his tail – Irwin sends a Bludger his way – Hood dodges – neat pass to Johnson – back to Hood – wait, the Slytherins have taken the quaffle – Pucey has moves, but his Cleansweep is no match for Hood’s Firebolt, and Hood is right on his tail – WHAM! Pucey gets hit by a Bludger, nice aim by Hemmings – Hood regains the Quaffle – and he’s off to the other end of the field – GRYFFINDOR SCORES!”

The Gryffindor stands erupted in cheers, drowning the boos from the Slytherins.

Layla ignored the commotion as much as she could. Her goal was to find the snitch and to stay away from stray Bludgers. To be honest, she was wholly unaware of the screams coming from the stands. Who was in the lead? If she focused on that, she would psych herself out.

Surfing above the crowd, she kept her attention split between Michael and searching the field. Once, she thought Clifford had seen something. He dived, fast and focused, moving towards the ground. Heart in her throat, Layla dove after him, but he pulled up at the last minute and started to laugh.

She didn’t rise to his taunts; instead, she stayed vigilant from a vantage point now below the game. A stray Bludger came sailing towards her head at full speed, and she rolled, going upside down on her broom before righting herself. Luke came chasing after it, hitting it towards Flint.

“Gryffindor in possession,” the commentator was saying. “Johnson ducks a bludger – passes – OUCH! Irwin’s Bludger hits Hood right in the chest; he’s going to need a minute to recover from that one – Slytherin takes the Quaffle – wait a minute – that’s the snitch!”

The crowd stilled for a moment as everyone, including Layla, searched for what the commentator had seen. Michael saw it at the same time she did, and they were off. He was above the game, and she was below, but their speed as they moved towards the snitch was evenly matched. Everyone stilled as players and spectators alike watched the two Seekers race neck and neck.

Grabbing the head of her broom, Layla pitched forward, increasing her speed, never taking her eyes off the snitch. Then – shit – it flew into the rafters, little wings taking it where Layla couldn’t follow.

“Fuck!” Michael exclaimed, and Layla felt inclined to repeat the sentiment.

It felt like forever before the snitch appeared again. That time, Layla was the first to notice it, but by the time she moved, Clifford was after her. It didn’t matter – she was faster and nimbler than him. She could get it. Inching closer and closer, her fingers were so close she could almost feel the cool surface of the ball. Clifford was so far behind her, it didn’t even feel like a competition at this point. Pitching forward, she gave herself just enough speed that she needed to –

SMACK! A Bludger hit Layla in the back, launching her forward, almost off of her broom, but she kept hold with one arm, even as she plummeted towards the ground. People were in an uproar around her. She heard Luke scream, “Foul!” and some other curse words were tossed around. Was that Calum yelling her name? At the last minute, she gained her wits about her and pulled up, but it wasn’t enough. She hit the ground with a nasty skid.

“Ugh,” she grunted. She felt almost woozy as she opened her eyes. It took a moment for everything to come into focus.

Madam Hooch was standing over her. “Are you okay, dear?”

Layla didn’t respond. She pushed past Hooch on slightly wobbly legs to where Ashton and Luke had dismounted their brooms and were fighting.

“You could have killed her, asshole!” Luke pushed him, and he stumbled back, a look of astonishment on his face.

“I didn’t mean –”

Layla interrupted Ashton, coming to stand between the two. “That’s okay, Luke.” Layla knew that the smirk on her face was wicked. “That Quaffle gave me the push I need to get this.”

In her open palm was the snitch. The entire crowd gasped, Gryffindor erupted in cheers, but Layla was wholly focused on Ashton.

A look crossed his face – a mixture of anger and something else.

“You –” He raised his hand towards her. Before he could touch her, however, Calum had his wand up.

He was yelling a binding spell, but something must have gone wrong because all of a sudden, Layla’s world went dark.

--

The last thing any student wanted to see when they opened their eyes was McGonagall standing over them, hands on her hips, glancing down disappointedly. Layla’s friends, Calum and Luke, were standing behind the headmistress looking sheepish. And her head – god, why did she feel hungover?

It wasn’t until she moved to sit up that she realized other people were in the room.

“Don’t try to move too quickly, dear,” came Pomfrey’s voice from somewhere to her left.

“Yeah. Hurts like hell.” That was one voice she didn’t want to hear. Glancing over, she noted Ashton, sitting up in his bed, as Pomfrey checked him over with her wand.

Defiantly, Layla sat up anyway, only to be met with a massive headrush and a dizzy spell strong enough to knock a troll over. But she was stubborn and refused to give Ashton the benefit of seeing her faint. Gritting her teeth, she waited until the dizzy spell passed. As it subsided, it was replaced by a heavy feeling in her chest.

It was uncomfortable but manageable enough for her to turn her focus outwardly to on to the occupants in the room.

“What happened?’

“You boyfriend doesn’t know how to cast a fucking binding spell – which, seriously? A first year can cast that spell.”

There were a lot of things Layla could have addressed in that comment, but for some reason, she chose to clarify, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Ashton smiled at that, and she didn’t want to think about what that meant, and why her stomach was doing flips at the sight. “Either way, he fucked up.”

“Mr. Irwin!” Poppy Pomfrey exclaimed. “Watch your mouth, young man.”

McGonagall, Layla noticed, was uncharacteristically quiet.

“Is it bad?” She asked, glancing between Pomfrey and McGonagall, hopeful. Maybe whatever had gone wrong with the spell she had managed to sleep off. If the way Calum looked was any indication, however, that would not be the case.

“Mr. Hood accidentally bound you to Mr. Irwin,” McGonagall explained.

Layla sputtered, but McGonagall wasn’t done. “For fighting on the field, I have deducted one hundred points from Mr. Hood and Mr. Hemmings each. But, seeing as you and Mr. Irwin will be bound to each other for the next twenty-four hours, I figured that would be punishment enough.”

“What? Bound to each other? What does that mean?”

Ashton obviously had already asked these questions because he didn’t look confused, just angry and downtrodden.

“It means,” Madam Pomfrey answered. “That Mr. Hood made a mistake with the motion of his wand, and instead of binding Mr. Irwin’s arms to himself, he bound him to you. From what I can gather, you two can’t be more than five feet from each other at all times. That heaviness in your chest? That’s a pull towards Mr. Irwin you’re feeling. Luckily, there’s quite a bit of animosity between the two of you, and a spell like this would only react to whatever attraction was already there.”

The moment from earlier when she drooled over Ashton’s frame in his Quidditch breeches flashed before her eyes. Nobody needed to know there was an attraction there, and, with it only being on her end, she hoped it wouldn’t affect the spell.

“Thankfully, the effects should dissipate on its own in. You will have to sleep in the hospital wing tonight, but, by this time tomorrow, everything will go back to normal.”

“You can’t leave her bound to this asshole!” Luke complained. “He tried to hit her.”

“I did not try to hit her!” Ashton exclaimed, indignant, at the same moment as Pomfrey said, “I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do, Mr. Hemmings.”

Luke chose to respond to Ashton. “I saw you raise your hand –”

“I wasn’t going to hit –”

“Oh yeah? Then what were you going  –”

“There were leaves in her hair!”

Everyone in the room stopped, all eyes on Ashton whose cheeks were now the color of his hair.

Calum’s brow furrowed. “You expect us to believe that you were just, what, going to pick a leaf out of her hair?”

Ashton didn’t respond, but for some crazy reason, Layla believed him.

“Regardless of what Mr. Irwin’s reasons were, there is nothing we can do about it now. I expect you all to be on your best behavior for the next twenty-four hours. Don’t make me get involved.” With a flurry of robes, McGonagall rushed out the room.

--

The more the feeling in her chest grew, the more Layla tried to ignore it. Calum and Luke stayed with them most of the night, and Michael came to visit Ashton as well. At just past ten p.m., however, Pomfrey left, and took the visitors with her, leaving Ashton and Layla to lay awake, silent, awkwardly keeping to themselves.

It was hard to believe that just a couple hours before Layla had caught the snitch, breaking Slytherin’s victory streak. The celebration had been postponed to the following night, and Layla felt gipped. She was supposed to be getting acquainted with the bottle of Firewhiskey stashed underneath her bed right about now, but instead, she was laying quietly on her cot, trying to ignore the fact that it was getting hard to breathe.

Closing her eyes, she wished for sleep. At least then she wouldn’t be tormented by the palpable silence in the room and the ever-growing tightness in her chest.

Sleep never came. Instead, both the silence and the tightness grew almost unmanageable. Eventually, Ashton spoke up.

“Can you feel that?” He gasped out. Of course, she knew what he was talking about, but she was nothing if not stubborn. A part of her wanted to lie, to say no, to pretend that she wasn’t affected by whatever was going on between them.

Honesty won out in the end. “Yes.”

“Pomfrey said,” She swore her senses was so heightened to him, she could hear him gulp all the way over in his cot. “Pomfrey said that if it got bad, we might have to get closer together.”

Before responding, Layla assessed her options. If she let Ashton into her bed, the pain in her chest might subside, allowing her to get some rest. Or she could be tormented by his very presence, especially since just being in the same room as him had the tendency to get her skin tingling. Then again, the alternative was braving the pain, which she feared meant spending the night tossing, finding no relief.  

“Fine,” she gritted out. “But don’t touch me.”

Rolling from her back to her side, Layla curled in on her self, shivering when Ashton lifted the thin infirmary sheet and slid in. Something inside her still wanted to get closer. This magnetism, this hold Ashton had over her, even before the spell, it was pulsating full force. She ignored it for as long as she could, but Gryffindors weren’t known for their ability to delay gratification. She rolled over, pointedly not looking him in the eyes, and tucked her face into his chest.

“Don’t say anything.”

And he didn’t. But his body spoke for him as his arms wound their way around her frame and a leg pushed between hers, effectively tangling them together.

The next moment, they could both breathe again. Had this been anyone else, the conversation would have been over and Layla could drift off to sleep. But this was Ashton. Overthinking and over talking was kind of his M.O.

“I really wasn’t going to hit you.” She could feel the deep rumble of his voice as it vibrated his chest.

It was silent for a moment, as she contemplated how to respond.

“I know.”

“Why do we. . .”

When Ashton trailed off, his hand started tracing patterns down her spine. She could almost imagine the look of focus and sincerity in his eyes. But, instead of looking up at him, she kept her face buried in his chest.

“Why do we hate each other?”

Layla sucked in a breath, suddenly aware that the air was thick with. . . something. Could it be she was wrong? Was the attraction between them mutual?

After a brief search through her mind for the origin of their contention, she shrugged. “You’re a Slytherin, I’m a Gryffindor. That’s how it’s supposed to be. Plus, we’re rival athletes. That’s not exactly grounds for friendship.”

Ashton contemplated that for a minute. “You know I still remember the first time that I saw you?”

“At the sorting hat ceremony?”

Layla felt him shake his head. “Diagon Alley, the summer before first year. My family had just moved to England, and I didn’t know anybody. While I was shopping for a cauldron, you and Hemmings walked into the shop, arm in arm, chatting about how excited you were to go to Hogwarts, and what houses you thought you’d be sorted into, all that.”

The memory washed over her, leaving her feeling warm and content. Luke had been her friend since they were in diapers; of course, their families shopped for yearly supplies together.  

“I wanted to say hi,” Ashton continued. “But I was too nervous to. I suppose, as always, what I’m lacking is that signature Gryffindor courage.”

“You’re plenty courageous,” Layla protested. “Being a beater? Getting up on that broom each game? That takes courage.”

Ashton scoffed. It was a derisive sound, but Layla felt it was more geared towards himself than her. “If I’m so brave, why can’t I tell the girl I’ve been in love with since first year that I don’t want to fight with her anymore.”

Layla’s heart was pounding harder than it had been on the quidditch field earlier that day. She tried to swallow, but her throat felt dry. Pushing back from Ashton a bit, she met his eyes.

“Who –?”

“I think you know who.”

And Laya thought so too, but she needed to hear him say it.

“Uh uh. You have to tell me.”

A large, calloused hand brushed a strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

“It’s you,” He said, using every bit of courage he had. “ It’s always been you.”

Surging up, Layla kissed him. It was tender and sweet as he worked his lips against hers, one hand curling at her nape, sending pinpricks of electricity down her spine. A shiver ran through her as she was possessed with want. Emboldened by desire, she sucked on his plump bottom lip and tugged on the front of his shirt, trying to pull him over her. He came easily, his body dwarfing hers as he rested on his knees above her, lips still connected to hers.

When she tried to lick into his mouth, he pulled away. A strangled whine rose from the back of her throat as she strained to get him back onto to her. Instead, he ran a thumb over her lip and tsked.

“So eager.”

“Yeah,” She breathed, “Come on.” Her next pull was also met with resistance.

“I’ve waited so long to do this,” He told her, honesty shining in his eyes. “I wanna take my time taking you apart.”

Her mouth was woefully neglected as he kissed up and down her neck, lapping up the salt of her skin. For every one of her movements driven by desire, she was met with a languid response. When she ground up against him, seeking friction, he held her hips down. He ignored the tugs on his hair and her breathless pleas. Rather than give her what she craved, he took his time, exploring every bit of naked skin he came upon.

Want inundated her body when he stripped off her shirt off and began playing with her heaving chest.

“Please.” Layla tried to sneak a hand between them, but Ashton pushed that away.

“I’ll give you what you want, baby. Just be patient.”

And Ashton was nothing if not a man of his word. By the time her shorts were slipping down her legs, however, she was consumed by her arousal. Her stomach would be a landscape of teeth marks and bruises the next morning. Not one inch of her torso was left unexplored.

Relief washed over her as his mouth attached to her clit the first time. The insistent motions of his tongue and sinusoidal dip of his finger in and out of her brought about her first orgasm. He kept tasting her long after she came. Overstimulated and needy, she begged for him to fuck her, but he didn’t pull away until she came again. The second time, she came with her legs wrapped around his head, pushing him forcefully against her. He didn’t complain, just patiently licked her through her aftershocks.

They were both breathing hard when he came up for air, lips wet and glistening from where he had been drowning in her.

“You know the problem with Gryffindors?” He asked as he crawled back up her body.

She shook her head, a little bit peeved that he was capable of coherent thought when all she could think about was the lust burning through her like a roaring flame. “You guys are always too rushed. You need a Slytherin to teach you how to slow down, how to savor something sweet.”

“You’re too chatty for your own damn good, Irwin.” She complained. “What, are you afraid to fuck me properly?”  

A genuine, full body laugh erupted from him in response to her taunts. “Trust me when I say I have no issues in that department.”

“Then fuck me.”

“Patience, princess.”

Then, his mouth was on hers again, and she could taste herself on him. They spent a moment getting reacquainted with the taste of each other, after which Ashton finally muttered a protection spell over them. She was grateful at that moment for sex spells; not to mention the talented wizard above her who could cast them wandlessly with no problem.

Ashton eased into her, satisfying a craving that had been buried deep for years now. Gasping, she clawed his back hard, leaving her own angry red marks on porcelain skin. With every slow plunge inside, she dug her nails deeper and shuddered with desire. His movements might have been slow, but they were deliberate and overwhelming, heating up her inside with every snap of his hips. Having come twice before, she was so sensitive, feeling everything tenfold. Stars blurred in her vision, and tears streaked her cheeks.

Not that she would ever admit it, but Ashton taking his time opened up a new level of sensitivity for her. She had never been overstimulated like that before, and it was no surprise to her when she came a third time, with Ashton’s teeth stinging the skin of her neck. Soon after, he was coming inside her, fingers digging into her side, no doubt leaving more bruises for her to find the next day.

A moment later, as they were lying in post-coital bliss, wrapped around each other, Ashton asked, “That wasn’t just the bond right?”

He suddenly sounded small, unsure of himself.

She shook her head. “I’ve wanted to do that for years now.”

“Good.” He said, clearly pleased.

In an act of possessiveness, his thumb pressed against one the marks he had left on her neck, and if she hadn’t just orgasmed three times in a row, her pussy would have throbbed at the sensation.

--

The next morning, Luke glared and sputtered, while Calum announced, “We still hate you.”

To which Ashton responded, ”Feeling’s mutual.”

--

end notes: i hope yall like this!! let me know what harry potter houses you think calum & mikey are in lol. i choose gryff & slytherin bc it was easiest for the story. love yall!! 

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[writingmoments]

Thank you!

Before joining this community I had a hard time getting my writing out, or even feeling it was worth talking about.

But I met so many of you kind souls! And I feel like I can talk about my WIP and experience!

Title: Memoria.

Genre: Dark fantasy.

Word Count: 88k

Synopsis: Every gifted is hanged in the morning. Layla had seen it countless times, but she can not hide her gift when the prince of Imperium offers a reunion with her lost sister in exchange for a service. Plagued by guilt for her mother's death, she hopes her sister's forgiveness and warmth can fill the void. Layla soon finds herself in the middle of the war trial where the gift of unlocking the past is deadly.

My struggles writing:

When I first started it, Layla had no voice! It took me a while to know why. I was forcing this book to be a YA fantasy, but it's a dark fantasy.

I so so forced myself to "outline" while I'm pantser at heart, and that's okay. Looking at plotters had me feeling messy, but hey it works for me!

I finished the first draft and I'm shaking at the thought of editing. This how I learned editing as I go is for me.

I raised up questions only to answer them on the next page (I'm a genius).

There are so many things that happen for the plot's sake! Lol, like for the gifts.

What I enjoyed!

Layla! She was a tortured soul that bite before getting a bite. Her internal struggle was real, always putting up walls yet wanting human connection felt so good to write about!

I loved Rayan! (The prince) and no he is not the love interest. Layla hated him at first, but his constant care warmed her heart.

The story got them twists and I'm proud!!

I did write romance! And the relationship was so tender. While Layla was the old bitch, Cal was the calm guy. While she trusted no one, he trusted everybody and got betrayed more than once. Their little contradictions we're fun, but their core was the same. They wanted to be loved despite their wrongs.

The ending was hella sad, but I don't think it could have gone any other way.

I have some ppl to thank!

Not about my WIP as much as the notifications that warmed my heart!

@inkingfireplace (I'm not cheating on you I swear)

@x-alex-against-the-world-x (son put the phone down)

@chaotic-en3rgy (*hug*)

@cookiecutterwrites @outplacedwriter @asterix-s--reinette @samwritespoems @cluelessbuttercup @buckaroowrites

And thank you Tumblr! Each time I open this app, I found support. You are write (pun intended), my first draft is not perfect, but I had so much fun!

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[etherealhood]

Lighthouse - Part One

author: @etherealhood

word count: 3,422

warnings: mentions of car accidents, mentions of injuries, calum being promiscuous

a/n: this site is killing me over here with all it’s bugs. i’ve literally posted this like six times and it won’t show up in the tags so i’m kinda seething in anger right now. anyway, please enjoy the beginning of the series everyone!

pairing: neurosurgeon!calum x pediatric/neonatalsurgeon!reader

Leaving another softer kiss to her mouth, Calum Hood pressed his lips to those of the nurse he had pressed up against the locked door of the on-call room of Crossroads General Hospital. Her hand worked at tying the waistband of his dark blue scrub pants before pulling his shirt back down.

She pulled away from him, smiling up at the man before her. “Okay, I’ve gotta go.” The nurse said to him, pushing Calum back before she stepped out of the way of the door. “You go first.”

As he unlocked the door, he gave her a two-finger salute. “I’ll talk to you later, Taya.” She nodded in agreement, knowing that meant that the next time he needed to get off, they’d talk. She folded her arms over her chest as she began mentally counting, waiting sixty seconds before she exited the room after Calum.

The surgeon pulled open the door, closing it behind him. He cleared his throat as he looked up and down the halls, seeing other doctors and nurses walking and running around for things they needed. He looked at his watch and read the time, noting it was only ten in the morning as he grabbed his pager from the pocket of his long white coat, reading the pages he’d been getting while he was rolling around in the sheets with yet another nurse in his workplace.

Calum was well known for sleeping around with women at the hospital. He wasn’t necessarily a player, he was careful with women’s feelings and made sure they knew that he just wanted sex when they got together. He made it crystal clear that he wasn’t at all interested in actually dating, and if a woman wanted more than what he was offering, then he wouldn’t hook up with her. However, even with the respect and kindness he displayed, he was still labeled as the heartbreaker in the hospital.

He had just looked up from his pager as he heard his name being called from a pair of voices behind him. Approaching him was two of his best friends, Luke Hemmings and Michael Clifford, who were fellow surgeons army Crossroads General. He nodded as he saw them, slowing his pace so the two men could catch up with him.

“Whatcha been up to, Cal?” Luke asked, wearing a knowing smirk as he raised an eyebrow.

Calum looked down at his shoes, shrugging. “You know… just workin’.”

Luke nodded, sharing a look with Michael, who shook his head. “Mhm. Workin’ in the sheets?” He teased.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Calum wore a smug smile as he feigned innocence. At that moment, the door of the on-call room opened and Taya walked out, pulling her hair into a ponytail while she still looked quite flushed. The three men all looked to see her come out, Calum's lie falling to pieces as they realized that she still looked like she’d just had sex. “Okay, yeah. I lied.”

“You’re a disgusting, man.” Michael told Calum, laughing at Calum’s falter in expression. They were getting closer to the Emergency Room as they noticed that there was a commotion of people, making it clear that ambulances were coming to the pit and the surgeons needed to be ready to work.

“You know what’s really disgusting?” He quirked a dark eyebrow. “Being in a relationship.”

This retortion caused both Luke and Michael to scoff, seeing as they were all in relationships. Actually, all of their friends were in relationships, save for Calum. To his close friends, Calum was known for not believing in love and not liking relationships at all. No one ever really knew why he was so cynical when it came to love, but he always was and no one ever dared question it.

Before Luke or Michael could give a response, they heard the voice of their other best friend and Chief of Surgery, Ashton Irwin. They looked up and over their shoulders to see him rushing to help you put on a cover up as he spoke to you, someone that Luke and Michael hadn’t officially met until today, but someone who Calum had no idea who you were. “So the EMTs said there were children in the cars, fortunately, you came on a terrible day.” He said to you as he tied up the back of your cover-up.

“Did they say anything about injuries?” You asked, your long hair pulled back as you pulled on the gloves that you grabbed from the box by the door.

“No, it looks like we’ll have to just see the damage when they arrive.” He said, looking to a darker skinned woman who had curly brown hair that was pulled back into a bun, a few of her stray curls framing her face, known as Marie Kirkwood. He smiled at the woman who just so happened to be the attending Cardiothoracic Surgeon and his fiancée, before clearing his throat and raising his voice to grab everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone, there was five car pile-up on the freeway this morning, we’ve got our hands full today!”

Calum was looking at you as you had a conversion with Marie, and the red-headed, blue-eyed General Surgeon, yours and Marie’s best friend, Aerielle Gates. He noticed that you, Marie, and Aerielle seemed to speak like you’d all known each other for years, similar to the way you interacted with Ashton. He was curious to know why were you so comfortable with people he’d been seeing everyday for the past two years when he’d never even heard of Marie and Aerille having another friend.

He nudged Michael in the ribs, nodding towards you, the mysterious, new surgeon who had piqued his interest. “Hey, who’s that?” He asked with furrowed brows, his eyes still on you.

Michael looked over to who his friend was talking about. He noticed who you were talking to and understood why Calum was curious about you. Marie and Aerielle were close friends, a fact that everyone working in Crossroads General knew. However, since Marie was in a serious relationship with their friend, she’d joined their friend group and brought Aerielle along with her. “Oh, that’s Doctor Y/N Y/L/N. She just moved here from Seattle. Met her this morning.”

Calum looked back to Michael. “She seems comfortable with Marie and Aerielle.” He noted.

“Yeah, she went to college, med-school, and did her internship with them. She’s known them for years.” Michael explained your relationship with his friends to the Maori man, as he was pulling on his white latex gloves.

“Ashton’s been trying to her to come work down here for years.” Luke added to the conversation.

Calum hummed in understanding, looking back to you. Your arms were folded over your chest as you listened to whatever Aerielle was saying, nodding along to show you were listening. He looked you and down, finding himself wanting to know more about you. You were clearly going to be a part of the friend group, seeing as you had such strong relationships with three of his friends.

Luke looked over his shoulder to see you and their two other friends, tying the back of his cover up. “Y/N’s the new head of the Pediatrics and Neonatal department.”

“I thought you were going for head of Pedes and Neo?” Calum asked the man to his left wearing glasses. He remembered Michael saying something about Ashton offering him the spot a few months ago and him wanting to accept it, but not being sure if he had the patience to do so.

Doctor Clifford shook his head, grimacing at what Calum had said to him. “Nah, it’s too stressful. Besides, Y/N is brilliant, I mean she worked up in Seattle with some of the best surgeons in the world. It’s no wonder why Ashton was so keen on getting her down here.”

“Huh.” Calum clicked his tongue against the roof his mouth, his attention going to the ambulance as he heard it pull up in front of him. He looked away from you, but still had you in the back of his mind as he approached the back doors of the red ambulance.

“Forty year old male with what seems to be a penetrating brain injury and a broken nose!” One of the EMTs said as the ambulance opened and they carried a man out on a gurney. Calum perked up after hearing about the head injury, knowing that was in neuro, his department.

“That’s me!” The neurosurgeon called out, raising his hand briefly before coming up next to the patient, looking over the injuries briefly. They had come inside, heading to one of the trauma rooms. “Make sure an O.R. is ready, I can already tell this is gonna need operating!” He demanded, watching as the EMT held the oxygen mask on the man’s face.

Calum brushed past you, his shoulder bumping against yours as he muttered an apology, not realizing who he was talking to. You watched him as he and resident approached an opening elevator, silently and briefly wondering who he was before you heard the EMT call out the information about the child you were to be assigned to.

Your head snapped towards the incoming patient. “She’s one of mine! Trauma room two.” You called out, rushing next to the tiny little girl. The girl, who couldn’t have been any more than five years old looked up at you with tears in her bright green eyes. You smiled warmly, touching her forehead gently as you entered the trauma room. “Hey, sweetheart. Can you tell me your name?”

“Layla.”

“Well, Layla, No need to cry, we’re gonna fix you all up, alright?” You asked.

She still seemed scared as she looked up at you, but nodded affirmatively. “Grandma? I want my grandma!” She cried.

A nurse inside the room with you whispered to you she’d already been contacted and was on her way. “Don’t worry, she’ll be here soon and then you can see her. We’re going to put you on this bed now, okay?” The little girl nodded tearfully as you gripped the sides of the gurney. “One, two, three!”

-

Calum was standing at the nurses’ station, a clipboard on the counter in front of him as he filled out the papers in one of his patient’s charts. As he wrote across the papers, he occasionally bit into the apple he was holding since it was about lunchtime and he wasn’t going to be able to get to the cafeteria until later on in the day since he had so much work he had to do before going home at the end of the day.

You had just walked out of surgery, pulling off your scrub cap that was covered in little puppy prints. You yawned, stretching your arms as you’d been at the hospital since very early that morning when you were called in to repair a ruptured intestine on a premature newborn that had been in your NICU for two weeks, as long as you’ve been at Crossroads General. The surgery had gone on much longer than you anticipated as you had ran into problems throughout the surgery, but you came out with a patient that was well on their way back to health.

As you turned down a hallway to find one of the on-call rooms, a woman stepped out of the elevator, looking around until she saw you. “Doctor Wilkins!” She said, getting your attention by calling your old title, causing you to look up and meet the familiar face of your divorce attorney. She smiled and began walking towards you, holding a folder against her chest and a her briefcase in her hand.

You frowned and shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest as you looked at the woman tiredly. “I’m not keeping his name. It’s Doctor Y/L/N.”

“My apologies. Doctor Y/L/N.” Your lawyer nodded affirmatively. “I’m actually here for you to sign your papers and then I’ll send them to Mr. Wilkins’ attorney and before you know it, you’ll be divorced.” She handed you the file, letting you look at what the papers said.

“He’s not fighting for anything?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you glanced from the papers to the woman before you.

She shook her head, smiling softly. “No, he agreed that whatever you wanted, you would have, whether it be the apartment, the cars, anything. He’s been very considerate of you during this whole thing.”

You nodded with a soft smile. He was always looking out for you, you thought. You began searching your pockets for a pen, but sighed frustratedly when you realized that you didn’t have one. “I don’t have a pen. Do you have one?” You asked your lawyer. She began to open her briefcase, but she struggled as she didn’t have anything to set it on except for her knee. You looked around and saw a familiar surgeon, seeing that he was working on his charts and eating a green apple as he stood at the nurses’ station.

Approaching him, you tapped his shoulder. “Doctor Hood?” The interruption caused him to stop chewing as he turned around, his eyebrows furrowed until he saw who had grabbed his attention. “Hi, sorry to bother you, do you have a pen I could borrow real quick?” You asked, doing a writing motion in the air as you rolled your lips between your teeth.

Calum began chewing the food in his mouth and offered you the pen that he was writing with. “Uh, here.” He mumbled as your lawyer approached the two of you, standing behind you. You nodded in thanks at him, offering a shy smile before setting the file on the counter and scribbling your signature in the places that were highlighted for your convenience.

He watched as you flipped through the papers, your lip pulled between your teeth. Your face contorted as you quickly read over what you were instructed to write down. Suddenly, your pager started beeping and you grabbed it, pulling it from the hem of your dark blue scrub pants. You mumbled a small curse as you read the page before scribbling the rest of your signatures, before closing the file then you handing it to your lawyer.

“Thank you.” You hastily said to the woman, clicking the pen and putting in your chest pocket as you took off back down to the NICU. Calum lifted his hand in protest and went to call out to you as you ran off with his pen, but he realized that you were long gone and wouldn’t hear him even if he didn’t call out for you.

He let a small smile break onto his lips at the fact that you took off with his pen. For some reason that he didn’t understand, you running off to get to where you were needed was amusing to him. He shook his head and closed the charts he was writing on, handing them to one of the nurses who would put them on the cart for him to come back to later on.

After work later that night, Calum found himself sitting at the bar down the street, his fingers tapping against the countertop as he ordered another beer from the bartender. He’d had a long couple of days and that led him to go to the bar to get a couple drinks so he could relax from everything that’s happened at the hospital, thinking about the surgeries he did today and what he’d go to do tomorrow.

Most nights that he wasn’t at the hospital, he was often at the bar drinking a couple beers as he talked with the owner and head bartender of the bar. He didn’t have anyone to go home to or talk to and sometimes he got lonely, so he’d sit at the bar and just think while in the presence of others or even talk to some of the other doctors that also came down here.

That night wasn’t much different save for the fact that there was a new face walking in through the doors. You’d just gotten out of work and were needing something to eat. You had been told by Aerielle that the bar served some ‘damn good food’ and you should try eating there that night. Clearly, you’d taken your best friend’s advice and you found yourself walking into the bar on a Thursday night.

Looking around, you saw some total strangers who happened to be eating and a few doctors who you’d seen around the hospital. As your eyes fell to the bar itself, you noticed a certain tall and dark-haired man that you’d only had one encounter with since moving into town. He was wearing a leather jacket, his curls messy on top of his head. He looked exhausted as he nodded in thanks at the bartender who had slid another bottle of beer to him, but you’d learned that fatigue was a common look among people who worked in the medical field.

You remembered your interaction with him earlier that day, noting that you still had his pen in your purse. You walked over to where he was sitting after pulling out his pen, standing next to him as you leaned against the countertop. As you placed the pen on the counter, you slid it over to him with a small smile.

“Thank you for letting me use your pen.” You smiled. He looked at you and then looked to the pen, chuckling as he realized what you were doing. His smile reached his eyes, causing them to crinkle up a bit at the sides. He reached out to grab the pen, clicking and unclicking it.

He nodded and looked up at you with those brown eyes of his that you’d somehow immediately found comfort in. “Anytime. Honestly, I didn’t think I was gonna get it back.” You were a bit taken back by the twinge of an accent he had in his voice as you hadn’t noticed it earlier when you first talked to him. You quickly figured it made sense as Ashton, Luke, and Michael all had an accent as well.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. A tiny patient needed me.” You laughed softly. “Though I should tell you that I very briefly thought about keeping it.”

“Because it writes so smooth, I’m assuming?” He said, smirking at you. You giggled quietly and nodded. A small moment of silence passed, but Calum spoke up because he didn’t want you to walk away. “Mind if I ask what you needed my pen for?”

Your smile was gone as you thought of your divorce. Honestly, you weren’t sure you wanted to tell him; you didn’t know him. You were hardly even acquaintances. Telling him about something so personal such as your divorce seemed a little weird to you. However, your coworker noticed your face drop and he immediately apologized. “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to.” He told you as he shook his head and put out a hand.

“It’s fine.” You said with a shrug. “I’m actually getting a divorce, my lawyer brought me my papers today.”

Calum frowned as he listened to your explanation. “Sorry to hear that.” He said, you only shrugged in response. Another small silence passed, but this time you were the one who broke it.

“Would you mind some company?” You asked him, gesturing to the empty seat beside him. Somehow after having just a little, meaningless conversation, you already liked it and wouldn’t mind getting to know him a better. He was best friends with both your old and new friends at the hospital after all. He looked from the seat to you and then nodded with a small smile.

You slid into the barstool, placing your bag on the counter. Calum held out his hand for you to shake. You looked down at it, noticing the rings he wore on his long fingers and the initials on the back of his hands. There was even a silver bracelet wrapped around his wrist. You’d never thought he would have been the kind of guy to wear rings, but as you looked at his long fingers you thought they suited him very well.

“Well, I’m Calum.” He said, introducing himself. You took his hand and shook, nodding politely at him.

You offered him another small smile. “I’m Y/N.”

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[ericeffiorg]

do you know if anyone from sex ed is gay irl?

i don't think any of them have ever addressed their sexualities so no i don't know. the only people that are confirmed queer are dua (cal) and robyn (layla) as they've addressed being non binary. nobody else has explicitly said anything though so no idea on anybody x

#asks #sebncarlos

[xxsparksxx]

I have finished something! I am abnormally pleased by this, because it means my WIP list is smaller. And also, because I’m quite worn down at the moment, the ‘finished’ buzz is more rewarding than usual. I can’t do x/y/z at the moment but look, I can finish a project!

Two, in fact, as you’ll see.

The first is Polly Plum’s Stardust Melodies. This was run as a CAL last year, but I was too busy then to pick up a CAL, so I’ve done it this year instead 😀 it’s a mixture of paid and free patterns, twenty-four squares in all, and I’ve made one of each square.

Isn’t it pretty? It’s a lovely, delicate-looking cot blanket, 45×30 inches in size.

I used Stylecraft Bambino DK, which is a recent addition to their range of yarns, and I have to admit I’ve completely fallen in love with it. It’s a very soft acrylic, in sort of muted pastel shades, and I used all eight in my blanket. So soft. Did I mention how soft it is? It just slips through your fingers, it’s so lovely to work with. My one proviso with this yarn is that I found I couldn’t work it up with a 4.5mm hook, as I would normally with a DK yarn – it just came out too small, and the fabric of the squares was too dense and stiff. But with a larger hook it was fine.

The square patterns are simply gorgeous, well-written and easy to follow, and with a 5.0 mm hook, each square ended up about 6.5″ across. I used the moss stitch border, because I wasn’t sure if I’d have enough yarn left to do the alternative border wide enough to have an impact, but I was able to use every colour in the border, which really brings it all together. For details of what colours I used on what square, you can see my Ravelry project page.

I used most of a ball of each colour, but inevitably I had some leftovers. And you know what I’m like; I can’t throw anything away. I also seem to be having a bit of a ‘use up yarn’ year, as in I keep thinking of/starting projects that will use up some of the stuff I’ve got hanging around. Which is a good thing! I was definitely running out of storage space. But in the spirit of ‘don’t leave any small bits hanging around’, I made this:

This is Layla Bunny, a free pattern from B.Hooked Crochet. I made a few slight adjustments because of using a DK yarn for a pattern that uses aran (ie, I wanted a bigger bunny than I would end up with if I’d followed the pattern), and details of that are on my Ravelry project page. And I made a pompom for a tail, which was a lovely way to spend yesterday afternoon 😀 I think it’s adorable, and I used almost every colour in it (I think white was the only one I didn’t use).

I’ve still been left with a few little bits, but not enough to worry over. They’re in a tin with the yarn pegs I’ve made for the Bambino yarn, and a use for them will come up at some point, I’m sure!

Ta da! Stardust Melodies blanket I have finished something! I am abnormally pleased by this, because it means my WIP list is smaller.

#happily hooking #ta da! #yarn love

[plut00nline]

Okay s3 rambles

Otis and ruby my beloved, I will miss you

Glaring so disrespectfully at Otis x Maeve

Everyone stop being mean to jean!!

Grr unexpected baby trope

I understand why Adam and Eric split but honestly Eric treated Adam so shit this season, I know that Eric wanted someone that knew what they wanted but Adam was trying so hard and was so new to all this shit that the way Eric went about stuff just irked me

Blease don't be setting up an Adam x Rahim, please just let them be friends only

I actually like that cal and Jackson weren't official at the end, idk I just like the exploration of their relationship

Hope you prick eat 10 dicks

Don't even get me started on cal my beloved (funnily enough cal was my exact idea for a self insert character)

Layla, Layla baby I wish we got more of you

Kind a wish they didn't give Mr groff a redemption but oh well I guess this is good too

Actually Otis Maeve and Otis were selfish jerks this whole season, which on one hand I get, but on the other hand, grrrrrr

Aimee my beloved you can do no wrong

I could easily guess that they'd name their kid joy

Fu k you hope you can cry as much as you want idgaf

Jakob and Jean pick a fucking relationship status

Meave and Otis pick a fucking relationship status

I did love the writing this season though, and the colour grading was beautiful, and let's talk about the music- ugh in love

#ne ways #i enjoyed this season actually #but hopwfully more shit is resolved and stable next season #sex education #sex education spoilers

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[FALIDAS EM JULHO] LANÇAMENTO: 03/07/2017 TÍTULO ORIGINAL: THE HOLLOW TRADUÇÃO: MARIA CLARA DE BIASE FORMATO: 16 X 23 CM NÚMERO DE PÁGINAS: 272 PESO: 0.41 KG ACABAMENTO: BROCHURA ISBN: 9788580417449 EAN: 9788580417449 PREÇO: R$ 39.90 LEIA UM TRECHO: https://goo.gl/BkU722 SINOPSE: Nora Roberts já vendeu mais de 500 milhões de livros no mundo. “Outro sucesso de Nora Roberts, que consegue mesclar uma trama sobrenatural a uma bela história de amor, com personagens tão cativantes que será impossível se despedir deles.” – The State Quando tinham apenas 10 anos, Fox, Cal e Gage libertaram um demônio aprisionado havia séculos ao fazerem um pacto de sangue sobre a Pedra Pagã. O inocente ritual deu poderes sobrenaturais aos três jovens, mas lançou uma terrível maldição sobre Hawkins Hollow: a cada sete anos, a cidade é dominada por atos de loucura, violência e destruição. Vinte e um anos depois, esses irmãos de sangue começam a enfrentar mais um ciclo de batalhas contra o demônio, que terá seu auge no sétimo mês. Mas desta vez não estarão sozinhos: ao lado do trio de amigos estão Quinn, Layla e Cybil, três mulheres corajosas ligadas a eles pelo destino. Fox O’Dell, o advogado da cidade, é capaz de ler mentes, um talento que compartilha com Layla Darnell. A conexão entre eles pode se tornar o trunfo de que o grupo precisa para derrotar as trevas que ameaçam engolir a cidade. Porém, Layla está tendo dificuldade em lidar com sua recém-descoberta habilidade e com a forte atração que sente por Fox. Em A maldição de Hollow, Nora Roberts dá continuidade à trilogia A Sina do Sete e prepara o leitor para o emocionante clímax dessa batalha sobrenatural em busca da salvação de uma pequena cidade.