#introducing

Student!reader

☆Paired with Teacher!Hudson

Student! Reader ⭒

19. single. shy. wants a social life. lover girl. virgin. swiftie. sheltered life. unpopular. loves to read. baggy clothes. curious about life. has a curfew. crushes on the popular guy. wants to fit in. dreamer. loves things vanilla.

RUINS, pt. 9

au pair! reader who... didn't originally plan on becoming an au pair, but decided to do it because it couldn't be that hard, right?

au pair! reader who... was instantly contacted by Cynthia Thorton, a rich woman from an island in California named Outerbanks.

au pair! reader who... curses in three languages but only under her breath — except when the kids ask her to teach them bad words “for educational purposes.”

au pair! reader who... gets along a little too well with the rich moms, knows exactly when to smile, nod, and pretend not to hear passive-aggressive comments over rosé at 2 p.m.

au pair! reader who... knows rafe isn't coming over to the Thorton's to be with topper.

au pair! reader who... catches rafe staring the first time they meet and doesn’t even flinch — just raises one eyebrow and keeps walking, like he’s not used to girls not giggling at his smirk.

au pair! reader who... laughs in the kitchen while flipping pancakes barefoot, talking to the kids and doesn’t notice rafe leaning against the doorway like he’s never seen someone move like that.

au pair! reader who... sits on the floor to color with the kids, back arched, legs crossed, fully aware of how rafe’s eyes trail from the crayons to her thighs and then refuse to leave.

au pair! reader who... doesn’t play games, but god, she’s so good at them anyway. gives rafe one look and suddenly he’s forgetting his own name, and probably what day it is.

au pair! reader who... keeps a mini first aid kit in her tote, wipes sticky fingers without flinching, and always has gum, tissues, and emergency goldfish crackers tucked in her bag like some magical kid-prepared goddess.

au pair! reader who... teaches alyssa how to braid her own hair, gives her little notes of encouragement when she’s having a rough tween day, and promises not to tell her parents when she sneaks out of chores.

au pair! reader who... lets ollie nap on her chest, even when it’s boiling hot outside, just because he insists “he only sleeps good when she’s there.”

au pair! reader who... accidentally brushes past him in the kitchen, hips grazing his as she reaches for the cereal — “morning,” she says, all innocent — and leaves him half-hard at 8 a.m.

au pair! reader who... has him wrapped around her finger, makes him work for everything — a kiss, a look, a touch — and still leaves him aching when she walks away to tuck the kids in.

au pair! reader who... has to bite her lip to keep quiet when they finally snap — in the laundry room, maybe, or the pool house — because god forbid the kids hear her getting wrecked in three languages.

au pair! reader who... tells him to shut up in catalan mid-hookup, and he just groans, “keep saying shit i don’t understand,” while gripping her thighs like he’s never letting go.

hello from miami 2024!

(PARENTAL G/T FLUFF! Today I went to a water park, and I've also wanted to write about my characters swimming, so... it's a win-win for EVERYBODYYYYYYY)

Lorelai dipped her finger into the water. She felt the current slowly easing down the stream. The temperature was cold, yet tolerable. And almost immediately, the tip of Lorelai’s finger touched the rocky bottom.

Perfect.

Jackson sat on top of a lone boulder, playing with his rocks. He banged them together, as if they were fighting each other in a professional wrestling match. As he considered putting one in his mouth, Jackson noticed Lorelai was heading his way. Jackson dropped the pebbles, expecting her to tousle his hair or give him a meatstick. 

“C’mere, baby.” Lorelai purred. She scooped him up, and Jackson was lifted into the sky. “Y’know what time it is?” His eyes widened. “Is it snack time?” Lorelai chuckled, “No, it's bath time.”

Jackson’s brief smile disappeared from his face.

“B-bath time? AGAIN?!”

***

Jackson swam underwater, amazed by all the smooth rocks beneath his toes. He reached down, trying to grab one of the pretty pebbles. Before he could dive further, a massive hand lifted Jackson to the surface.

“GASP!” 

Jackson breathed in and wiped his eyes. He slowly looked at his mother’s agitated face.”MAMA!” He coughed out water. “THERE’S A BUNCH OF COOL ROCKS DOWN THERE! CAN I GET ONE?” “Jackson, you’re supposed to be gettin’ a bath, not swimming.” Lorelai narrowed her eyebrows, and he shrugged. “Oh yeeeah. C-Can I still get a rock?”

“Not right now.” She huffed, lowering her hand. Beneath Jackson’s feet was her huge palm, preventing him from going back underwater. “Aw…” He pawed at her hand, longing to go down again. Lorelai poured a little water into her other palm and let it trickle down his shoulders.   “Bleh!” He shook his body as she grabbed a small, scavenged cloth.

Holding the cloth between two fingertips, Lorelai carefully scrubbed his body. She quickly wiped all the dirt off him, and for good measure, rinsed his body again. Jackson splashed back at her, and a laugh slipped from his lips. “Oh, feisty, are you?” Lorelai smirked. His tiny splash did nothing to her, but she played along anyway.

After a good bit of playtime, Jackson was exhausted. His small body panted like a dog. “Still want one of the rocks?” Lorelai asked. Immediately, Jackson lit up. “YEAH!” He grinned. “Alright, but make it quick. I’ve got a meatstick with your name on it.” Lorelai removed her hand, letting Jackson dive back down.

He grabbed the most interesting rock he could find. It was smooth, bluish gray, and plump. Jackson swam back up and showed his mother the rock. “Mama, say hello to the newest member of my collection…” He grinned. “Showdown Samantha.”

“...we’re having another rock wrestling match, aren’t we?” 

Jackson nodded. “It’s gonna be the fight of the century.”

lion is rockin the dad bod if i’m bein honest

ah yes. lets talk about the championship warcrimes mcgee everyone forgets to rank with the other championship warcrime mcgees.

For the first time ever, introducing ✨ Seal-ravos ✨

Callum: my master put on six- Soren:... pounds? Callum: - hundred pounds just to get out of work.

And then Aaravos rolled over and squoosh him to death as the credit rolls and that's the end of the series; Callum's cause of death: calling his master fat. no I'm not kidding

jk he loves him

Here's the original meme, go check out the artist on twitter if you'd like because they don't have any other socials last I check: