#i mean there's a bunch of kids running around with little to no supervision

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"Where's papa Missa?" is the first thing that Chayanne asks in the morning.

"Oh, he's just helping your godfather with something - we'll go meet up with them after breakfast," Philza brushes aside in concern, already knowing exactly what is going on.

Chayanne and Tallulah both give him wary looks, but his kids are good kids; they eat their breakfast, and start getting dressed.

"Wear something you don't mind getting dirty," Philza tells them. Which is true of every day, and so the reminder really does set them both on edge.

"Is something happening?" Tallulah asks.

"Well, it is Easter," Philza answers her. "Some people go to Church and stuff, but otherwise we just use it as an excuse to eat lots of chocolate. Just like Santa brings presents at Christmas, the Easter Bunny brings good kids chocolate eggs. Or decorative ones. Missa mentioned something about confetti but I'll be honest, I was half asleep so none of it went in."

That has their attention; both kids start glancing over the house, looking for a stockpile of treats. Philza can only laugh, and promise they'll find the eggs later.

Find being an operative word.

He had been meaning to hide them about the house, it's true, but then Bad had suggested maybe something for all of the eggs, and Tubbo had taken it upon himself to offer to host. Philza was a little worried about letting all of the kids run around the factories, but Tubbo had promised back and forth everything would be turned off - and he knows his friend would never do anything which could harm the kids.

Tallulah, having learnt there is a special event going on, insists on a different hat, and Philza helps her tuck flowers into her curls. Chayanne wants to immediately run off, hovering next to the door as he waits for his sister, and only begrudgingly accepting a tiny flower crown for his ducky.

Philza snaps a photo of Tallulah placing it there, and double checks he has a couple of fresh albums.

The teleport over to Fobo is fast, and involves being hit with a wall of sound. Before the purple has even faded Philza can hear Pac yelling for Richarlyson to get down from... somewhere? while Mike dies laughing on the floor. Not all of the eggs and parents are here, yet, but the earlier types are - Fit and Ramón, Pac and Mike with Richas, Bagi with Empanada... And, of course, Tubbo with Sunny. Leo also seems up already, probably under Tubbo's supervision, while Roier is sat on a picnic rug with Missa, the pair of them both half asleep while Pepito crawls through a nearby bush. Aypierre is examining one of the machines, so surely Pomme is about.

Now that he thinks about it, while a fair few parents aren't up so early, the only kid who seems to still be missing are Dapper and Chunsik. A quick glance at his comms shows that Bad, Acau, and YD are all awake, so it's not likely long.

"Hey guys!" Philza calls, drawing attention to their group. "We made it!"

"Great!" Tubbo grabs a pair of baskets - one wrapped with purple ribbon, one orange - and brings them over. "Here are your baskets! There's ten gifts specifically for each of you - they'll have a ribbon that matches your basket on them - hidden around the courtyard. Once everyone's here, we're gonna let you guys into town, where there's a whole bunch of eggs that don't belong to anyone, just waiting to be picked up. For now you can look for your own, just stay nearby, ok?"

And they /are/ good kids, but they are also excitable, and so the pair of them are three eggs apiece before remembering to come and hug Missa good morning.

Philza, having by then greeted everyone already there and found a bit of roof to perch on, captures the laughing and the smiling in his camera.

Once the kids have returned to their hunt, he drops a copy of the best down on Missa. It earns him his husband looking up, with a grin and a wave. Philza grins and waves back, snapping a quick photograph of Sunny directing Pepito towards one of Pepito's eggs as he swings down to the rug.

He is immediately met with a plate of gorditas. Phil takes one, squeezes Missa's hand in greeting, and joins the slowly growing collection of parents on the rug; Bagi and Mike have also joined, leaving Pac to wrangle children with Tubbo.

"Early morning?" Philza knows Missa was up at the crack of dawn, unusual for him, but it's still a nice thing to ask.

"Sí," Missa only nearly drops his plate as he yawns. "Eggs needed painting."

"I really thought you'd come home after delivering the eggs."

Missa waves his hand, "Tubbo had too many to hide. We stayed to help."

Between the chocolate eggs, the painted eggs, the little plastic eggs of jellybeans, and the cascarones, Philza just knew there were going to be more than the hundred and ten eggs they'd agreed upon. Ten for each kid had been plenty, but with a general hunt as well...

Philza watches the kids scrabble around, looking for everything.

"Did he work out how to balance it so none of the eggs get left out, or is that why some eggs are marked as for them?"

"No more than ten extra eggs, and there are some extra special prize eggs hidden about. The older kids can hunt the prize eggs, and the younger ones just want the shiny ones."

There's a bit of doubt as to if if that will actually hold, but it's as good a plan as any. Kids thrive on a bit of contest, right? It'll be fine. If nothing else Chayanne will wrangle the older kids into sharing stuff out a bit more evenly, if only for Chunsik and Pepito's sakes.

Just as he's thinking that, he spots Sunny and Ramón sneaking up on Fit. He gets his camera just in time to catch the moment they break a cascarón over his bald head, showering him in confetti, a matter which only ends with them being chased across the courtyard, shrieking in delight as Fit leaves a trail of glittery confetti behind him.

It is about then that the rest of the kids arrive, their parents trailing behind. Bad is immediately met by attacks by Pomme and Richas - Philza has no fucking clue where the water balloons full of glitter came from - while Tubbo tries to round everyone up.

Philza takes more photos, but otherwise leaves them to it; conversation is largely about the amazing picnic spread, one he can keep up to in his sleep.

Even if the occasional joke does draw his attention for confused laughter and a double take.

Tubbo gesticulates dramatically as he speaks, excitement already high for the present children, but being driven further as they are congratulated on progress so far, and hyped up for the hunt to come.

It's nice, seeing everyone and the island at a bit of peace for once. The town is safe enough - as soon as it was announced as hosting the event, Philza and Bad both spent hours checking all of the lighting, and adding clear fences. It's a daytime event, but you can never be too careful with these things. Tubbo can be trusted with the kids and machines, but just to make sure Mike and Aypierre have both looked over it, while Pac and Fit helped Foolish make sure any roofs that could be accessed were not ones you could fall off without putting effort in to doing so.

Philza's pretty sure someone - probably Richarlyson - will still find a way, but it's not like there's a big area to cover, and there are plenty of both adults and other eggs about if anything does happen.

He might go perch and take some more photos.

In a little while, though; Missa hands Philza a cup of something, with a whispered 'they'll be fine'.

Philza accepts the cup, pours one for his husband, and gets out his album to show him the ones already taken.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp philza #qsmp death family #qsmp eggs #fluff #qsmp ensemble #it's not everyone but it's a lot of people #happy easter y'all

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Buggy was Roger’s good luck charm

So I’ve had a headcanon for a while now concerning Buggy and his place on Roger’s crew. It’s no secret that both fans and characters within the One Piece world will look at Buggy and go “How/Why the fuck were you on Roger’s crew?” Hard to say definitively whether or not Buggy actually has good luck considering the absolute hell he has to go through in order to face plant into his power/status, but you still can’t argue that he gains things he is 100% undeserving of lol. Oda’s trolling aside, let’s say that his failing upwards IS purely a result of him having his luck stats set to fucking max with a few buffs tacked on. We can even make this more fun and say the reason Buggy’s luck is so paradoxical is BECAUSE his luck goes to others instead of being reserved for himself (either that or the only reason “failure” is tacked onto this is because Buggy is a jackass and karma doesn’t sleep on her prettiest degenerates). I can see this going down a few different ways:

Maybe they were on an island along the grand line and came across a vendor selling good luck tokens. An ornate looking box catches Roger’s eye, and the vendor starts gushing about how it’s their most “luckiest item” and that it’s very VERY much worth the hefty price tag. It’s also most definitely “a worthwhile investment, trust me! It’ll all pay off in the end!” Whatever that means. Roger’s gut feeling doesn’t need to be told twice, so he buys it. This could be a moment similar to Shanks where they take the box back to the ship only for “SURPRISE! CHEST BABY!” :D to happen again. Roger is no longer allowed to go shopping/haul treasure back to the ship without Rayleigh’s stink eye supervision.

Maybe there’s something similar to the Sabaody slave market where he’s being explicitly advertised as a good luck charm. The person selling him shows off his luck by playing simple tricks (like using cards and gambling with onlookers. Look, if you’re gonna try to sell someone's luck, ya might as well make an extra buck while doing so. And hey, this just proves his good luck charm is working). While the seller is distracted, Roger easily sidels up and eyes Buggy’s mean mug. He asks if Buggy is actually lucky and gets a rudely gestured affirmative. “Great!” He says before yanking the kid up and running off laughing. Rayleigh: what the fuck is that. Roger, tankard in one hand, clown child in the other: a beer.

Maybe Roger just happens upon Buggy and and witnesses his luck in action. Sees how instant karma comes to collect after some pompous jerk spits and belittles little Buggy and immediately he’s shamed and humiliated in front of a bunch of people (in addition to Buggy pit pocketing him in retaliation). He witnesses a merchant make snide and haughty remarks and refuses to sell to Buggy because he’s a visible street rat and then immediately afterwards a flock of rabid seagulls dive bomb his stall and peck at his toupee (a piece of bread is flung and lands right before Buggy’s nose). A group of older teens beating the snot out of buggy and stealing whatever he gained that day only to then immediately run into Roger? Well. Etc. etc. etc. Roger sees all this and more and at this point he decides to take Buggy along just because of how hilarious this all is (Buggy’s eventual love for Roger and therefore his luck beginning to include Roger was just an added bonus).

And since this is such a loose concept (and ignoring that Roger was a D so the following woulda happened anyways lol) we can even say that his luck to Roger is the reason for all the success at the end of his career lol. Edd war? Buggy. Living past his initial expiration date? Buggy. Making it to laugh tale? Buggy, except wait- things didn’t go 100% to plan with that one, huh 🤔🤔🤔🤔 and guess who wasn’t there 🤨🤨🤨🤨 im playing or am i

GASP. OR MAYBE HE HAS ABSOLUTE SHIT LUCK AND HE SAPS THAT SHIT OUTTA EVERYONE AROUND HIM EXPLAINING WHY THEY ALWAYS SOMEHOW LOSE OUT IN SOME WAY INSTEAD OF HIM—

#luck is stored in the nose #buggy #buggy the clown #one piece #one piece headcanons #gol d. roger #gold d roger #roger pirates #op #op buggy

[cherrys-side-bitch]

Hey, could I request platonic headcanons with Young Gojo and Geto with a 5-year-old curse vessel? When the child was younger, their parents took them to a doctor who diagnosed the child with a “terminal illness” and needed to be kept under the supervision of doctors. Of course, the parents complied, worrying for their child’s health. Little did they know that those “doctors” were ex-jujutsu sorcerers looking to revive a curse and got potential vessels by deceiving individuals. One thing led to another and the child was somehow compatible with the curse and stayed with the doctors for further testing. Once Jujutsu tech found out about a group of sorcerers experimenting with normal people, they needed to stop it. So, they sent in a bunch of sorcerers to put an end to the shit they had going on only to find many patients, among which was a young child crying. Shoko probably had to check up on every person there to make sure they could return to the world of non-sorcerers with minimal issues when she noticed something wrong with the child. She couldn't quite place her finger on the feeling so she began, gently, asking questions only to find out that the experiment the researchers ran on them resulted in “a strange voice” which was later revealed to be a curse. Obviously, everyone was concerned and, for good reason, felt bad about the idea of killing a child so the higher-ups allowed the cursed vessel to live until they caused a serious problem. Luckily for the kid, and probably everyone else, the curse actually likes them and isn't too upset about the current situation. Sure they’re upset about being stuck in a child’s body, but at the same time, they can't exactly go running around, taking their anger out since it would likely kill their vessel and it would be more troublesome to wait for God knows how long to find a new vessel than to behave until the kid grows up and gets stronger

Sorry that this is really long! I’ve just had this idea stuck in my head for a while 😔

ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕 ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕍𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕝

platonic, gn! reader, fluff

Characters: Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto

Note: Holy shit that's a lot… Also, since you didn't mention the parents again I went off the assumption that they aren't in the picture anymore.

Gojo was likely the one who found them in the first place.

That being said, he never would've guessed that the crying child he found was actually the vessel to a cursed spirit.

Seeing as this is before the main timeline, he was likely confused. Sure, he'd heard that curses could use humans as vessels if they were strong and they’re lucky enough, but he had never seen it happen before.

When he was told that he had to be one of the people to look after the kid, since he’s a special-grade sorcerer, he wasn't happy. He’s insistent that he has better things to do than look after a kid.

However, when the principal did budge he still wasn't happy, but eventually accepted the position of a guardian.

Despite how reluctant he initially was to take care of them, he does everything he can to make sure they’re happy and healthy.

Since the kid’s always stuck inside the school he goes into town to take the kid shopping. Sure, it isn't often but at least he gets to relax and gets to see the kid’s smile when he.

Whenever he leaves for a mission, he promises to bring back some stuff for them, so they have something to look forward to once he returns.

Gojo’s relieved that the curse isn't dumb enough to start anything because, as much as he hates to admit it, he’s started caring for the kid.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

Unlike Gojo, he wasn't as vocal about his distaste for taking care of a child. That doesn't mean that he was thrilled but he warmed up to them much faster.

Taking care of them is the break he needs to detach himself from the world of sorcerers. There's something about separating himself from all of the issues that come with fighting curses and just taking time to care for them that is calming for him.

On a similar note, he would do anything to make sure they were safe and sound once he warmed up to them.

He cooks the kid’s favorite foods. It doesn't matter if he doesn't already know a good recipe, he’ll learn it.

Get doesn't like leaving jujutsu tech with them, worrying that a curse would attack and end up injuring the kid. So, instead, he’ll take walks around the school with them so they aren't stuck in the dorms all day. However, with enough begging from the kid, he’ll cave and go into the city with them, but they aren't allowed out of his sight.

When he left jujutsu high, he felt bad about leaving them behind but didn't want to worry about them getting injured because of him.

Not only that but if they got caught by sorcerers, they would undoubtedly be killed due to being a vessel and on the enemy’s side

As long as the curse inside of them doesn't cause any issues, he’s fine with it, though he does worry at times.

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#this sucks so much but I don't care at this point #im too tired for this #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #saturo gojo x reader #suguru geto x reader #x gn reader #platonic

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~𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐚~

~𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐡~

a/n: I'm not sure how this turned out or if I'll continue it. It's an idea I've had for almost a year now, if you like it and want me to continue please tell me.

CW: Smoking, Blood, Probably OOC Characters, Ghost with kids

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Ghost steps out for a smoke break away from his office to be interrupted by two young playing past the bush.

Ghost steps outside taking the spot he claimed himself for his smoke breaks, a quiet spot that drowns as much sound from the training soldiers and moving vehicles. Coming back from a mission meant for him as a lieutenant was a bunch of boring paperwork despite how burnt out he must be. He took pride in doing his job well but he hated the endless boring paperwork that comes when he’s back on base. Lighting up his cigarette he let out an exhausted sigh breathing out a puff of smoke.   

He intends to take his spot here as long as he can procrastinate in the paper work. He didn’t care if his Captain or anyone else gave him shit for it. Even so if it was urgent he would know.

Unfortunately he wasn’t alone, past the bush he saw two young boys of different ages guessing from their height. Walking as the older lead with his backpack and the younger followed with his purple cartoon stuffed bunny. He saw their mouths moving while talking but he couldn’t hear them, perhaps some children game. He hasn’t been a boy himself for a long time now. He doesn’t mean to be creepy to stare at the two young boys play, he honestly found amusement seeing the kids play but also on instinct he held his eyes on them especially the lack of supervision they had on base. Ghost could only assume the kids are the sons of a superior from how laid back and freely they walked around the place. 

They played freely with one another in childish games such as tag. And perhaps it was just a big brother or sibling thing to do. The older boy took the stuffed bunny out of the little boys’ arms, running away laughing at how much it bothered his brother. Ghost almost felt bad for the poor boy, his big brother clearly had the advantage and he took over that. Though by instinct he worried over the danger of tripping running in dirt and rocks.

The little boy tried to run as fast as his brother but his shorter legs wouldn’t allow him. “James! Slow Down-” The little boy tripped on his own feet falling to the floor, his face getting hit from the impact too. 

The older boy, James, came back to check on his brother as he sat on his knees crying, getting to the watchful ears of the man that stood from afar. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to trip.” Ghost could sense the panic that arose in the boys’ face, unsure what to do for his crying brother. He’s seen the look of uncertainty many times on men in his field, just never in young boys. 

Whispering a string of curses he ditched his cigarette, pulling his mask down walking past the bush to the crying boy. He’s not sure what opposed him to do this but as the only adult available he guessed it had to be him to help. “Y’re alright, kid.” Pocketing his gloves he picked up the crying boy onto his feet dusting his clothes of any dirt. 

“He’s bleeding.” The older kid pointed out. “Shit!” He cursed out he didn’t have anything with him that helped with a bleeding nose and even if he ran to get it the kid will probably get light headed from the blood loss. Feeling small hands tap his forearm, the older kid with his backpack open in his arms, hands him a cloth to take. 

Now sitting on the steps of the building the Lieutenant held the cloth near young boys’ face catching any blood that fell instructing him to keep his head tilted forward to keep the blood from the esophagus. The bleeding wasn’t so bad anymore but the boy did show concern of the blood getting on his shirt. The older boy, James, sat next to his brother asking him if he’s alright every few seconds the little boy could only respond with soft weak hums of response. “Can you hold it yourself?” The boy responded with a quiet “Yeah”. 

“Forward.” He reminded me. “Okay!” 

Now they sat in silence for a few moments. “My name’s James. What’s your’s?” James introduced himself by asking the older mans’ name. “Ghost.” He responded. James looked at him curiously. “Why Ghost? You have a skull mask?” He pointed towards his mask. Though Ghost understood the concept of his callsign when he wears a skull mask. Though he found the question more bearable to answer when it’s the kid. 

“And I’m Tommy!” The younger boy blurted before he could answer, wiping his nose of blood. “And that’s Bonnie. From Five Nights at Freddy’s.” He pointed to the stuffed bunny sitting between him and Ghost. 

Ghost eyes softened a bit at the name, it’s been years since he’s heard of the name. “Yeah, is that a show?” His question seemed to spark an excitement into their faces. “It’s a scary game.” Seeing how the man seemed to atleast to be interested they took turns ranting about a game of where you play as a security guard in a pizzeria where you must survive the night from animatronics. 

The older man couldn’t really understand what they were saying as he doesn’t know what “Five nights at Freddy’s” is but from their description of the game it seemed much for kids who look barely ten and possibly four. What things kids enjoy these days are kinda odd, though he felt relaxed at the moment so he didn’t bother to stop the conversation. 

Deciding to finish their little rant he would ask the question. “Who’re boys with?” 

“Uncle Price.” Now this was surprising; the Captain has nephews. 

James held a guilty expression. “I ran away from his office and Thomas wanted to come with me.” He admitted fiddling his two thumbs. “Don’t tell, Please, Dad will get mad at me!” His round eyes begging to Ghost. He looked away for a moment and sighed, patting the kids’ head.

 “I won’t tell, kid.” He said, Jame’s face bursted into a smile. 

Thomas looked between the two, he stopped wiping his nose when he felt like he wasn’t bleeding. He wiped his nose a few times more just to be sure. “Do we have to go back to Uncle Price’s office? He smells like cigarettes.” The question was innocent but Ghost couldn’t help but let a deep chuckle out when it was so true the old man smelled of cigar most of the time. 

Digging into his backpack James’ brought out a juice box. “Thomas, want one?” When he nodded yes he opened the straw of the juice box poking it in the hole before handing it to his brother. “Mister Ghost, want one too? I brought extras.” He looked at James’, his eyes almost pleading him to take the juice box. 

“Why not, kid.” Accepting the juice box lets the kid have that same bright smile as he sat back down on his own spot opening his own. Opening the packet the straw was held in he poked the straw into the box lifting up his mask to drink it. He’ll probably call Laswell to take the boys, afraid the smell of cigar from the old man is gonna have the kids running away again. 

~~~~~ 

“John,” 

With a few rings of the ringtone he’d answered the computer’s facetime call revealing the face of Kate Laswell. She didn’t often call him like this so this was sudden, if this was about work he’d expected to get an email to talk about it in person. 

“Laswell,” 

“Have you read the files yet?” She smiled, earning Price’s suspicion. 

“Yes,” He showed the file he’d received from her hours ago. “Though I’m a bit disappointed this is all you can find of her.” He said flipping through the few pages of information he was given, some of it wasn’t even reliable as some still had gaps in between. 

“Well she did learn from us.” She chuckled. “Why do you want her whereabouts so bad?” She’d asked. When John came to her for a favor she wasn’t expecting this she didn’t know what he’d wanted with this but she’d did it not because they worked together but also as his friend. Price didn’t answer but he held a complex expression. “Feel guilty.” He’d stayed silent for a moment moving his hand to scratch his beard. “You could say that.” Assuming that was the end of their conversation he was about to end the call. 

“Oh John, another thing.” He looked at her puzzled. “Have you lost anything?” All he could do was stare in confusion, raising his brows. 

Laswell just chuckled again now he felt like she was messing with him. Like the times she’d call football ‘soccer’ just to annoy him. “Boys, say hi to your uncle.” She showed the camera to the backseat of her car showing the two boys, James and Thomas. 

“Hi.”

“Bye,” The boys looked at each other in surprise, Thomas was quick to cover his mouth after blurting the opposite of hello. “I meant hi.” 

“What are they doing with you?!” Price looked bewildered at the computer; he swore the kids were fine in the other fine playing with their games. Looking at them they seemed okay except for the dried blood and a small scrape on Thomas' nose. “What the hell happened with his nose?!” 

“Ghost called, said he found them outside of the west building. He took care of them till arrived.” She explained she was gonna comment on how stressed out he looked but decided she messed with him enough. “I thought I’d take them out for ice cream and bring them back to you.” 

“Yeah, sounds good.” He heard the cheering about ice cream from the boys before he’d ended the call. 

Pinching the bridge of his nose he could only brood how’s he’s potentially gotten soft, he’s a fucking captain for fuck’s sakes yet he couldn’t notice two little boys sneaking out of his office. He could blame the tiredness in him but even Laswell it’s something more than that. Those boys are worth more that he won’t even bother getting mad at them for sneaking away, either way he knew their mother would have his head if found out anything happened to them. 

Looking at the file almost seemed to confirm that. 

______________________________________________________________

NAME: 66

CODENAME: [UNKNOWN]

ALIASES: [REDACTED]

D.O.B: [REDACTED]

GENDER: [UNKNOWN]

NATIONALITY: [UNKNOWN

#cod x reader #call of duty #cod mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #john price #kate laswell #ghost call of duty #captain john price #cod price #captain price #ghost mw2 #mw 2019 #mw2022 #cod mwii #cod mw 2019 #simon riley #ghost simon riley #mw2 ghost #simon riley x gn reader #simon riley x oc #call of duty x reader #call of duty fanfic #read more

[dragoneyes618]

Nothing is as Simple as Black and White

Inspired by the “What if Bruno Madrigal is Carlos de Vil’s father” idea by me and @silverloreley plus this fanfiction by @silverloreleysfanfics.

Carlos hovered nervously at the outskirts of the village.

It looked like a nice little village. Friendly. Peaceful. People bustling around on their everyday business, children playing.

Completely foreign, for an Isle boy.

He scratched Dude between the ears. It had been a hassle, bringing him all the way here - two plane flights, a short boat ride, and a lot of walking, not necessarily in that order - but in Carlos’ opinion it was worth it.

“It’s going to be fine,” he told Dude, rubbing his fur. Dude growled softly in contentment.

“Right,” Carlos continued, emboldened. “We’ll just go in and ask directions to the Madrigal family….there’s a bunch of them, it shouldn’t be too hard to find one…and then we’ll just - well, I’ll just say who I am and ask them to stay and give them the letters he…Oh, forget it,” he said abruptly. His arm dropped to his side. “Who am I kidding?”

Dude barked cheerfully, as though to say, “Me!”

“They don’t even know me,” Carlos muttered. “They probably don’t even know I exist. If they did they would have showed up at Auradon Prep like Snow White did for Evie. They’ll just kick me out and I’ll have to find somewhere else to live for the summer.”

It was hot. He was thirsty. There were birds singing in the trees - even after months in Auradon, he still found that odd - and beautiful, vibrant flowers grew everywhere.

This wouldn’t have been nearly so bad if one of his friends or cousins were with him. But his cousins, of course, were still on the Isle. Carlos had promised to try to get them off, just as Jay had to Jade and Mal had to Hadie and Evie had to Dizzy. But so far, nothing was doing. Being friends with the, admittedly extremely busy, king of Auradon didn’t have as many advantages as Carlos had thought it would. And just being in Auradon didn’t mean they had the power to change things. The newly-arrived and technically on paper not actually in Auradon Freddie Facilier was already getting very impatient.

And his friends weren’t there, because for the summer they weren’t allowed to just live in the dorms. (“We live there the rest of the time!” Mal had argued, but Fairy Godmother had been adamant. “It’s not like the buildings are unfit for human habitation! There’s enough food and running water and plumbing and everything! Why are you looking at me like that? We won’t be lonely, we’ll have each other! We can even catch up on all our schoolwork since we’ll literally be living in the school! What do you mean we need adult supervision and stable family structures?”)

So for the summer, they were all staying with whatever family they had in Auradon. Which wasn’t much.

Evie was staying with Snow White, who was technically her stepsister. From what Carlos had seen so far, the time Snow had come to school to meet Evie and from whatever Evie mentioned about the occasional texts they’d exchanged since then, they seemed to be getting along all right. But then, in a way the Evil Queen was Snow’s mother as well.

Jafar had no known family, so Jay was staying with Coach Jenkins.

Maleficent also had no known family - at least, no known family that could be contacted and was willing to. Unless Mal wanted to wander into the wilderness in Auroria and wait for any fae kin to find her, she was alone, so Ben had convinced his parents to let her stay with them for the summer.

Which left Carlos. The only one of them who had biological family anywhere in Auradon.

Ben had been surprised. “I thought all the de Vils were on the Isle,” he’d said.

“We are,” Carlos had said. “I don’t mean my mother’s family.”

Now, Carlos took a deep breath. “Come on, boy,” he murmured to Dude, slinging his backpack, which contained everything he owned, onto his shoulder. “We might as well get this over with.”

.

Mirabel spun as she danced in the street, laughing. “Come on, dance with me,” she called, and three small figures (usually there would be four, but Tía Pepa had informed Camilo that it was his turn to watch Antonio for the day) ran after her, spinning and dancing to the best of their ability. Which wasn’t much, considering none of them were older than six, but their enthusiasm more than made up for it.

Mirabel liked spending time with the little kids of Encanto. Children were so sweet and adorable and enthusiastic. She played with them and made up games with them and told them stories, and they told her all about the events going on in their lives, competing for her attention, and at least this way she was doing something useful, right?

“Faster!” Mirabel shouted, reaching out her arms; Juancho and Cecilia and Alejandra grabbed her hands - well, Cecilia and Juancho did, Alejandra held both of their hands - and they all spun in a circle until they fell down dizzy, giggling.

“That was fun!” Juancho announced. “Let’s do it again!”

Mirabel stretched in the warmth of the sun and began to sit up.

Her head hit the dirt as she fell over backwards, bowled over by a heavy weight that had materialized on her stomach. She yelped, her vision full of brown fur. Something warm and wet lapped at her face.

The children were laughing and shrieking.

“Dog! Dog!”

“Mirabel! Are you okay?”

“I wanna pet the dog!”

Someone shouted in English, accompanied by running footsteps.

The dog sprawled atop Mirabel shifted, ears perking up. Mirabel tried to sit up again, pushing the dog into her lap and wiping the dog spittle off her face with her sleeve.

A boy of about Mirabel’s age was running forward, his face panicked, calling out in English; Mirabel caught the words no and stop. The dog leapt off Mirabel and bounded over to the boy, tail wagging, as though expecting to be rewarded with treats. The boy gave it an angry look, gesturing to Mirabel, then looked at her nervously as she stood up and brushed her dress off.”

“I’m sorry,” he said in stilted, accented, but understandable Spanish. “He doesn’t usually do this. I am very sorry. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” she assured him, but he still looked afraid, like he thought she was going to be furious at him. “No, really, I’m fine! No harm done.”

“Is that your dog?” Cecilia asked.

“Of course it is!” Juancho interrupted before the boy could answer.

The boy looked startled. “Oh - yes, this is my dog. Sorry. Um-”

“Can we pet him?” Alejandra wanted to know.

“Oh - sure - he liked being petted - just be gentle-”

He’d barely gotten a few words out before the dog was laying down with a supremely contented look on its face while the three children gave him belly rubs.

“You’d think they’d never seen a dog before,” Mirabel commented fondly.

“No?” the boy asked.

“I mean, they have, they just get really excited over, well, everything,” Mirabel explained. “Anyway, so…you’re new here?” Clearly, he was; the Encanto didn’t get many visitors, so strangers were instantly recognizable.

“Um, yeah, I’m….My name is Carlos.”

Carlos. That was a Spanish name, but Carlos himself didn’t appear to be. He didn’t look it, and while his Spanish, while fairly good for a foreigner, wasn’t fluent, and his accent wasn’t Colombian either. Perhaps his parents had died when he was young, and he’d been raised elsewhere?

Enough speculation. He was a visitor to the Encanto, and she was the only Madrigal present and so must give him a good impression of the Madrigals and the Encanto. Although that was kind of hard to do with mud all over your skirt.

“I’m Mirabel,” she said. “Nice to meet you.”

Carlos blinked. “I - oh - thanks,” he said. “Um, I’m actually looking for something…someone, I mean, a few people….Would you happen to know where the Madrigal family is?”

Oh. Well. That made sense. To anyone outside the Encanto, the Madrigals were the only notable members inside it, what with the magic most of them possessed. Maybe he needed help, help that only her family’s magic could give him.

“Right here!” Juancho piped up from where he was scratching Carlos’ dog behind the ears.

“What?” Carlos said.

“Mirabel’s a Madrigal,” Alejandra explained.

“Oh!” Carlos, if anything, looked even more nervous. Which was ridiculous, really; no one would ever be wary of her. Not when there was Luisa-Who-Can-Lift-Anything or Dolores-Who-Knows-All-Your-Secrets or Tía Pepa-Armed-With-Lightning (Okay, so Camilo’s imitations were a little funny, she had to admit) to be faced.

Or, once, Tío Bruno. But no one talked about him.

“So….do you want to meet my family?” Mirabel prompted. He’d have to, if he needed their help, but he looked like that was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Um…yes?” Carlos almost squeaked. “Please? If it isn’t too much trouble?”

“Of course it’s not! Come on, Casita - my house - is this way.”

Mirabel led the way. Carlos, who kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, followed just behind her, and his dog right behind him, accompanied by the three kids who had apparently decided that said dog was currently their most favorite thing in the world. (“Look! He licked my hand! He likes me! Look, he lets me pet him! That’s nothing, he lets all of us pet him! Ooh, look, he’s smiling at me! Dogs don’t smile! Yes they do! Isn’t he smiling, Juancho?”)

“So, um…Mirabel.” Carlos swallowed. “Could you…tell me about your family?”

“Sing him the song!” Alejandra called from behind them.

They both turned. “The song?” Carlos asked.

Mirabel shrugged. “A while ago I made up a little song about my family, to sing for the kids around town. I guess they liked it.”

“We LOVED it!” Juancho announced, jumping up and down; Mirabel wondered if he’d been at the coffee again. “Sing it again! Please!”

“You have to sing it, for him,” Cecilia pointed out. “Because he doesn’t know your family.”

Mirabel gave a half-laugh. “Oh, all right, but only if we keep walking.” Somewhat self-consciously, she began her song.

She sang of how her family had been blessed, how they used their gifts to keep the Encanto safe and flourishing. She sang of her Abuela who led the family and the village, who had received the miracle so many years ago, through her own love and grief; of Tía Pepa, who could control the very weather with her emotions, calling up a storm in a rage or a rainbow in bliss; of Tío Bruno, the prophet long gone (Carlos flinched); of her mother, the kindest, gentlest soul in the Encanto, with the gift of healing to match; of her father and Tío Felix, who both proclaimed that they’d become the happiest men alive the moment they’d married their respective wives.

Moving on to her generation, she began with Dolores, who could hear a pin drop from the other side of the village. Then on to Camilo, who could change shape at will and perfectly imitate anybody he saw. Antonio, soon to receive his gift. Señorita Perfecta Isabela, beautiful and graceful, who could grow any kind of flower, anywhere. Luisa, gifted with superstrength.

“Wow,” Carlos said when Mirabel had finished. “That’s….a lot.”

“It is,” Mirabel agreed wholeheartedly.

“So what’s your gift?”

Mirabel’s heart sank down to her toes. She’d hoped he wouldn’t ask that.

“Mirabel didn’t get one,” Cecilia informed him.

“No?”

“Nope!” Juancho chimed in. “She’s the only Madrigal not to get one! No one knows why.”

“Oh,” he said. “Uh. Sorry.”

“It’s all right,” she assured him. It made sense that he would ask. The questions - at least the first questions, the ones of “What’s your gift?” and “You didn’t get a gift?” didn’t bother her; they were only to be expected. What did bother her were the ones like “So why do you think you didn't get a gift?”

“Anyway!” she said with some relief. “Here we are!”

Mirabel led him into the courtyard. Juancho, Cecilia, and Alejandra offered to stay at the gate and watch his dog. Carlos said, in English, “Stay, Dude!” to his dog, who plopped himself right down for some more belly rubs.

“Mirabel!” her mother called, coming through the door. “Where have you b- Oh! Who’s this?” She gave Carlos a surprised, almost spooked look.

“This is Carlos,” Mirabel said. “He’s from…” She realized that Carlos hadn’t actually told her where he was from. “Anyway, he wanted to talk to all of you, and I said I would bring him to meet you? He needs our help.” Carlos didn’t contradict her.

Mama blinked several times. “Hello, Carlos. It’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry - it’s just that you reminded me of someone for a moment. Come right in; Mirabel, bring him to the living room, Abuela will see him there.”

Mirabel led him through the hallway, past Tío Felix, whose eyes widened; past Dolores, who poked her head out of a doorway, squeaked, and pulled herself back in; past her father, who dropped the stack of plates he was holding and shooed them both away when they tried to help him pick them up; past Luisa, who was juggling dumbbells; and past the kitchen, where her father had deposited his miraculously unbroken plates and was whispering loudly to her mother “Doesn’t he look a bit like-” before finally reaching the living room.

Sometimes she wished she’d been born into a normal family.

“You can sit if you want,” she offered. She didn’t usually entertain guests and had no clue of what to do.

Carlos jumped a little, said “Thanks,” and sat down gingerly on the very edge of the sofa.

Abuela walked in, took one look at Carlos, and demanded “Who are you?”

Carlos quailed, but drew himself up and answered “Carlos de Vil.”

Devil? Wasn’t that the English for Diablo? What kind of name was that?

“A-are y-you Doña Alma Madrigal?” Carlos stuttered. Mirabel thought he was trembling. He looked terrified.

“I am,” Abuela answered, but before she could say anything else Carlos reached into his pocket and withdrew several grubby, folded pieces of paper; sealed envelopes. He unfolded one, then another, and handed that one to Abuela.

“This is for you,” was all he said.

The envelope was labeled, simply, Mamá.

.

"Oh, Dios mío!” Mirabel gasped. “You’re C!”

“You’re C?” Camilo asked. “You must be!”

“He’s C!” Dolores agreed. “Wow, I never thought we’d actually meet him!”

Carlos looked overwhelmed, like he quite wished no one would be paying any attention to him. Unfortunately, the exact opposite was the case. “C?”

The entire family was crowded into the kitchen. Mama and Tía Pepa were hugging each other, weeping about their poor Brunito, the letters Carlos had delivered to them from him clutched in their hands. Abuela was sitting in her seat, reading her own letter over and over, as though trying to discern some hidden meaning in the words.

Carlos himself was sitting at the table with the heaping plateful of food Julieta had demanded he eat before interrogating him about his father and ripping open her own letter to read. So far, he’d eaten very little of it.

Papa and Tío Felix were huddled together, whispering.

Mirabel and her sisters and cousins were all crowded around poor Carlos.

“You got a door,” Isabela explained. “To your room in Casita, and you would have received your gift when you opened it. It had your initial on it, so we knew you existed, and that your name started with C. But that was all we knew about you. And you weren’t there to open it, so your door disappeared.” She hesitated. “You do know about the doors and the gifts, right?”

Carlos nodded jerkily. “He told me. But I thought it was just a story, then.”

Antonio interrupted them all to come up and wrap his arms around Carlos and the chair Carlos was sitting in. “A new cousin!” he proclaimed. “Hi, new cousin! I’m Antonio!”

“Uh - hi, Antonio,” Carlos said, sitting very stiffly and ill at ease, seemingly uncomfortable.

“Do we also get to meet a new tía?” Antonio wanted to know, still keeping his small arms wrapped around Carlos’ stomach.

“What?” Dolores asked.

“If we have a new cousin,” Antonio explained, “then we also have a new tia! Is she visiting, too? Can we meet her?” He looked around expectantly, as though waiting for the cousins’ new tia to come walking in.

“No!” Carlos snapped, and then again, calmer, gingerly removing Antonio’s arms from they were wrapped around him, “No. You won’t meet her. You can’t meet her. She’s not here.”

Mirabel remembered when Carlos’ door had appeared, only about a year after her own failed ceremony. She’d been so excited, because she’d thought she would finally be getting a gift, after all. But then the door hadn’t even been for her.

She’d been jealous, at first. She had been born and raised in Casita and got no gift or room at all, while the cousin the rest of them knew nothing about would have gotten a room and gift of his own - or would have had, if he’d been there to open his door. But he hadn’t been, so his door had faded as well.

But she’d also felt a strange kinship. After all, the mysterious C was also a giftless Madrigal. There had been no C to open the door. No C to receive a gift. She wasn’t the only Madrigal without a gift, then.

Every year, the Madrigal cousins marked the date the door had appeared as C’s birthday. It was a day of tense silences, a day to be lost in thought, just like the triplets’ birthday was, and Mirabel’s birthday, and a random day near the beginning of November that they had eventually realized was the day Tío Bruno had been taken away.

She’d always wondered if one day, somehow, she would get to meet the mysterious C. And now, here he was.

This is a week or so before Antonio receives his gift.

I figure that Carlos would know some Spanish because if and when Bruno was present in his childhood, he would have spoken it to him. Also, once he found out he’s getting sent to Encanto for the summer, he would have tried to learn some; he’s smart, he’s picked up at least the basics by now.

As an aside, according to Return to the Isle of the Lost, Carlos’ middle name is Oscar. And what was Bruno’s name originally in some early concept art? Oscar.

#disney descendants #descendants #the isle of the lost #encanto #carlos de vil #carlos madrigal #carlos de vil madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #madrigal family #alma madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #isabela madrigal #antonio madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #encanto cecilia #encanto alejandra #encanto juancho #am i tagging every character with a speaking line #yes i am

[starberriesworld]

Lovers in Wasteland

Chaeryeong x Fem reader | Outbreak Au

pairing-lee chaeryoung x fem reader story word count-1381 proof read?-idk bro lmao

my little Last of Us inspired chae x fem reader idea that I finally got au of my head onto paper...or screen. I feel like this is a little corny and wndewhelming/rushed towards the end but I think it turned out okay.

i want to do a couple more chaeryoung x reader in this universe I really like this idea lol. anyways, onto the story!

Life wasn't easy after outbreak day. People died. A lot of people. They were either killed by the infected or became infected themselves. It was chaos, but people came to terms with the way the world was now. People banded together to form thriving communities; they came together to survive.

A few communities worked much like small towns from the old days-there were generators for power, houses were fixed up so occupants could live within them,  greenhouses homed crops, there were playgrounds and even stables for horses. You found yourself in one of these communities at the age of 14, being saved from an infected while a team from said community was out on patrol.

You had lost your older sister and mom. You barricaded yourself in a house after your sister told you to run-so you did. You were exhausted by the time the patrol team came, face soaked in tears and clothes caked in  blood from the infected and dirt; your body was drenched in sweat as you struggled to hold the bedroom door closed against the monster. Just as you were giving up, ready to accept your fate, the sound of a rifle being fired rang through the air.

They took you back to their group, a flourishing community they called Serenity. There were kids running around, and people walking about, chatting about their day. There were a bunch of houses of all shapes and sizes-there was even a bar and a bookstore (though, it operated more like a library since there was no real use for money anymore) And at this very bookstore is where you met Chaeryeong.

By the time two weeks had passed, you had adjusted very well to life in Serenity. You missed your mom and sister dearly, but you knew that the chances of seeing them alive ever again was slim-you just had to hope they would pop up in Serenity one day.  Everyone knew that Y/n was the girl who holed herself up in the bookstore on the f/c beanbag in a corner.

Well, at least you thought everyone knew.

One particular day, you went to go pick up the book you left on hold called "The Friskative Dog." Looking forward to finishing it today, you strolled over to your sacred beanbag, but you froze when you saw a red-haired girl around your age nestled comfortably within it. She was reading a book of her own.

You were conflicted. You didn't know what to say. You didnt want to be mean and make her get up, but you didn't want to share it either. You clutched your book at your side,  a pit growing in your stomach as nervousness washed over you. You were about to just leave and come back another day when she spoke to you.

"Oh, did you want to sit here?" she asked sweetly, her dark eyes looking up at you. You shook your head frantically, feeling your book slip from your sweaty hands.

"N-no, I'll just go sit somewhere else!" And scurried away without another word.

It was the same thing for the next couple of days, she would be sitting in your beanbag, and you would just leave. It went on like that until she stopped you from leaving.

She invited you to sit with her in that spot, pulling up another bean bag and giving you yours back. 

And that's how you became acquainted and eventually, friends.

It was on a patrol where she confessed her feelings for you. Once people in the community turned 18, they had the option to become scouts. You and Chae joined the more experienced scouts on supervised patrols, and eventually they began to trust you guys to head out by yourselves. On one particular summer patrol, you and her were tasked with clearing out a couple of buildings that were about a half an hour horse ride away from Serenity. Some infected snuck up on her, knocking her over. You shot it in its head just in the nick of time, and with a round face splattered in inhuman blood, she looks up at you and blurts out: “Oh my god I love you.”

And here we are in the present day, the two of you sharing a horse  (whom you named Sucrose) as she silently trekked on a path through a lush woodland. You held the reins as Chae leaned against you back, arms wrapped loosely around your waist.

“Y/n~ It’s hot out here,” She whined as she wiped her sweaty face on your t-shirt. 

“I know. Whining about it isn’t gonna cool you down, though.” She groaned, unfastening the canteen on her waist, throwing her head back to take a hearty sip. She then screwed the cap back on and pulled a map of the local from her pocket. “Let’s see…” 

“Do you think we’re getting closer to that flower farm?” You asked her as she squinted at the paper in her hands. 

“Maybe? According to Daniel’s map we should be on the right path…We did walk past that tipped over statue half an hour ago.”

The two of you were on a well deserved vacation from Serenity, Daniel (an older guy who’s a self proclaimed adventurer who's apparently been all over) having given you a couple maps and suggested you visit a large field of wildflowers for your guy’s trip, giving you guys a couple marked up maps to help guide you a little. Sucrose snorted, and you patted her silky brown coat. 

“Uh oh.” You pulled back, causing the horse to stop as you came upon a crossroad.  “Here, turn this way.” Chaeryoung, slightly taller than you, placed her wrists atop of yours and guided the reins to the right.

“I can drive the horse myself,” you say, feeling your body warm up at her touch.

“Drive?” She chuckled as Sucrose trotted down the dirt path that veered right. Moments later, your mount emerged from the woods, stepping out into a rainbow colored field of flowers. 

“Woah…” You both said in unison as you led Sucrose through the field. Butterflies fluttered around each other here and there, and a few birds rose from the ground your horse walked on.

“This is so pretty,” She said as gripped your shoulder to bend down and run her hand through the tall grass and flowers.

“Look, we can set up at that little house over there,” you said, pointing at a beat up abandoned cottage a short distance away.

After securing the perimeter, your and your girlfriend settle down comfortably in the cottage. 

“This place seems like its out of a fairy tale,” she says as she sits criss-cross (applesauce) on the patio outside across from you, opening up a sandwich you guys packed for the trip while you drank some water. Sucrose grazed on some flowers a short distance away.

“I know, glad we listened to Daniel…for once.” You both chuckled as you ate and drank. She took some time to admire you. You were leaned back on your arm as you drank. Your shirt hugged your body thanks to the sweat from being outside in the heat for a few hours. Her eyes lingered on your lips, wrapped around the canteen of water as you drank. When you threw your head back up, catching her gaze, you smirked.

“See something you like?” Her eyes roamed your body bashfully before she tucked a few strands of red hair behind her ear. 

“Maybe I do.” She crawled up to you, as you were still leaning back on your arm until both her arms straddled you. She pushed forward, turning her head towards the side as she pressed her warm lips onto yours. Slowly, she eased you onto your back, prompting you to run your fingers through her red hair. 

“Mm,” you breathed as she eased your head onto the patio, using her hand as a cushion. Her other hand cupping your cheek and brushing her thumb over the side of your face.

“Chae~”

“Hm?” She pulled back, catching her breath and resting her forehead onto yours. 

“I love you, a lot.” She smiles, kissing you once more. Looking you in the eyes, she says:

“I love you to the ends of the earth.”

#itzy #itzy x reader #itzy x you #reader insert #kpop x reader #x black reader #chaeryeong #chaeryoung x reader #chaeryoung x black reader #x female reader #female y/n #itzy x fem reader #au #apocalyse au #fanfiction #lovers in wasteland #itzy x black reader

[statticscribbles]

Ice Cream

Summary: Steve Harrington/Reader; You convince Steve to supervise everyone going trick-or-treating; dressing up as a ‘sexy scoops ahoy worker’ to tease him for the night

“How on earth did you manage to convince Harrington to actually go for this?” Eddie grins and you wink at him.

“You’ll have to wait and see Munson.” You laugh and Eddie rolls his eyes; you know he knows what you’ll be wearing to trick-or-treating. He’d been the one to help you steal the uniform from the Scoops Ahoy two towns over.

Steve’s impatient; and you make sure that the tights you’re wearing cover everything the shorts don’t as you make a show of passing everyone out pillowcases. You know Steve would never let you live down scandalizing his kids with anything showing.

“What’s wrong?”

“Does your pillow case have ice cream on it?”

“Not the only thing that does.” You wink and Steve narrows his eyes; you can clearly see he’s looking for the ice cream patch on the shoulder; which you’d removed and stuck much lower down. He keeps his eyes narrowed and you smile making sure everyone has pillowcases.

“Alright, you all know your routes?” Everyone cheers and Dustin passes out the walkie-talkies. You grin, stepping closer to Steve; both of you are in charge of Lucas and El; Robin was watching Max and Mike; why Max had insisted on being with Mike for some reason you’re not sure; you know Mike could use a good whack from her skateboard; you’d just reminded her to try to not hurt his face as El might be upset at that. Will and Dustin were with Eddie; you’re not sure who was more excited on that front; you’re pretty sure Will and Eddie were vibrating on their own frequency.

“I can’t believe you convinced Munson to break in and steal one of those; you could have just asked for my old one.”

“And ruin a vintage piece of Americana? Steve Harrington, how could you say that!” You playfully swat his arm and he glares a little.

“Ruin? What did you do?”

“Well I hemmed the shorts and shirt; see.” You stretch and the shirt bunches up, showing just how low the shorts are.

“Is that ice cream print underwear?”

“Mhm; matching set; wanna taste?” You wink and he turns away; there’s enough light from the street lamp you can see the blush on his face.

”Listen you two; I know what you guys are up to; and no. Y/N and I do not need to be set up together! You can fuck right off with that smirk and whatver plan is bouncing between your skulls right now… Eddie helped didn’t he.” Steve is just glaring at El who just smirks and mimes wiping her nose which makes Steve scowl more and Lucas laugh more.

“I swear to… Don’t….” Steve glares. You’re not sure what’s going on but you tap him on the shoulder.

“We’re gonna miss the last house; Dustin said it was the one that gives you the extra since they’re going to bed soon.”

“Of course it has to be the fucked up haunted looking one.” Lucas groans and you laugh.

“Don’t worry Steve and I can protect you.” He laughs.

“I left my bat at home.”

“I’m sure your muscles will be enough to keep two kids safe.”

“And you.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“From ghosts?”

“Mhm.” You grin at him and flex playfully, he laughs. When he fakes wiping tears away and looks around you realize El and Lucas have run back down the driveway.

“Those little shits.”

“What, this is their big plan to get us together…”

“You heard that??” You know Steve is blushing and you nod.

“Yeah; they’re not quiet; neither are you when you’re playfully threatening them. You couldn’t even come up with a real threat.”

“I was a little busy trying to keep them quiet about my crush on you!”

“They never said that.”

“Fuck.”

“I mean that’s half the reason I’m wearing this..”

“What?”

“The other half is Nancy told me you do strip flash cards? I need help with that history test we have coming up.” Steve just stares at you.

“Did they put you up to this; I swear if Eddie wanted to get me back for calling his DnD session uncreative…”

“Steve; no one put me up to this; if anything I dragged Eddie into it; and may have bribed El and Lucas to run away with the Snickers I got.”

“You hate Snickers.”

“They don’t know that…”

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[killemwithkawaii]

L.S.S.: Alright, distraction time.

Mitch(3): I got my bucket and I'm ready ta gooo~

Mitch(3): Sugar Mommy Meadow, comin through once again~

L.S.S.: Yeah, between the two of us not feeling well, we really needed these….

Mitch(3): And at the rate we’re goin, we might need some more… ‘specially once we’re over the hump and back ta humpinnn~ [laughing]

L.S.S.: Ugh… how about we wait to plan for that once neither of us have involuntarily expelled any fluids for at least 24 hours.

Mitch(3): That sounds fair… it’s gonna be a while, ain’t it….

L.S.S.: Yup…. damn, I’m just feeling worse and worse today….

Mitch(3): Yeah, you’re lookin’ kinda… puffy…?

L.S.S.: I’m definitely bloated. And stiff… like, really stiff… that shower didn’t help me relax at all…

Mitch(3): Maybe you weren’t in there long enough? You still… kinda smell…

L.S.S.: Thanks.

Mitch(3): Uh, no, I… sorry, I shouldn’t pick on you when you’re sick… Uh, yeah, stomach and muscle stuff’ll happen when you detox. I’m feeling it, too... Want me to see if these fingers can work some non-sexual magic? I’ll rub your back if you rub mine.

L.S.S.: Worth a shot... Thanks, Mitchie.

L.S.S.: Thanks Meadow, but neither of us have had much of an appetite today… the yogurt might be okay, though.

Mitch(3): I dunno Sal, I think some a this stuff might have sat out for too long… something smells fuckin’ rank. It might be the fish… [sniffing] [gagging]

L.S.S.: Wait, I thought you’d lost your sense of smell?

Mitch(3): Yeah, me, too....

L.S.S.: ...[sniffing] Ooof, yeah, I think this might have turned… better toss it, just to be safe.

Mitch(3): Yeah, I do not want to add food poisoning on top a the rest of this….

L.S.S.: Hurray for following food safety protocols~

Mitch(3): Huh…?

L.S.S.: You know, like, the rules for handling and preparing food at restaurants and stuff…?

Mitch(3): …Sure, yeah, whatever, just throw that shit out before I start dry-heaving again, please…

L.S.S.: Well, you did ask nicely… [chucks the sushi out the front door]

L.S.S.: …god, I did not want that image of Kenneth Phelps back in my brain…

Mitch(3): Wait, wait, you two are talkin about The Big Dog…? [laughing] [laughing] Jesus, he’d tan your fuckin’ hide for sayin shit like that about him…. [laughing] I ain’t about to talk shit about the hand that feeds, Mama. His weird-ass kinks are his business. As long as I get paid, he can hump all the bibles he wants. Hell, I’d help him find the best passages to jerk it to… 

L.S.S.: Wait, I thought Addison was ‘The Big Dog’…?

Mitch(3): Pssh, nah. How could Addi supervise while he’s all cooped up in his apartment? He cooks the Addison Special and supplies, but Phelps is the one that pulls the strings and runs the show.

L.S.S.: That… makes perfect sense….

[sigh] Don’t do drugs, kids. They make you stupid.

Mitch(3): So you finally admit you’re fried, Fisher...?

L.S.S.: Probably a little… might be why that smell is lingering…

Mitch(3): Could be….

Mitch(3): What does she mean?

L.S.S.: There have been a few times where objects have gotten caught up in the glitch and appear at random, like this laptop. I didn’t have it until a few days ago, right?

Mitch(3): Right…

L.S.S.: Yeah, this is the sixth Mitchies. Somehow, it’s followed me through the last couple glitches. Then, a painting and a bunch of knives and forks appeared, and now, the hooks.

Mitch(3): Sooo… what does that mean?

L.S.S.: I don't know, it… it seems like they keep showing up just before-...

…..

Mitch(3): ‘Before’...?

L.S.S.: … Before we die again.

….

Mitch(3): …..

L.S.S.: But, uh, neither of us are dead, sooo it could just be a coincidence! Haha, yeah… [clears his throat] I’m not worried about it…

Mitch(3): Oh yeah, you look so chill…

L.S.S.: … I think I might feel better if we got rid of them…

Mitch(3): Ya’know, me too? We don’t need them ta have fun in the tub, anyway…

L.S.S.: Yeah, no. You got a screwdriver around here?

Mitch(3): I think so… somewhere…

L.S.S.: The search begins…

L.S.S.: Yeah, I was a little afraid I'd fall back into old habits, too... But I know better now. One or two drinks is enough for me. I'm in control, and I'm gonna stay in control, just like I promised.

Mitch(3): That's him, [mocking] Sober Sally...

L.S.S.: Mostly-Sober Sally.

Mitch(3): Same dif....

L.S.S.: I know that the first and second Mitchie both had dreams about their deaths because they told me they did, they just didn't bring it up to me until I got into detail about it... It was an educated guess that this Mitchie had one, too, though.

Mitch(3): That was a guess?

L.S.S.: Yup. I'm starting to see some patterns after the last couple weeks, and that's one of them. Three for Three...

Mitch(3): Is that what your whole deal about not touching the door was about, then?

L.S.S.: Yeah, but, neither of us died the day after you did that, so I could be wrong about that one... the door-to-bed loop is still definitely a thing, though.

Mitch(3): Yeah, that is... really freaky...

Sooo... does that mean we're gonna be okay, then...?

L.S.S.: Hopefully. We just have to wait and see, I guess...

Mitch(3): That's comforting.

L.S.S.: I know, right?

Mitch(3): ....

L.S.S.: .....

Uh... C'mon, let's go see if we can track down that screwdriver...

#the staycation 🏡💙 #l.s.s. answers #dealer!mitch #meadow chan #tw drug use #tw vomit #tw unsanitary #tw violence #lime #grapefruit #sorry steve #tw mental illness #tw death #meet the fishers

[selfshipstorm]

Howdy Bear!! Congratulations on getting those adorable figurines of your ST f/os :D!!! Oh my stars, I've got to ask- have you had any thoughts about Dustin, Mama B, or Steve recently?? 👀

Clover @tex-treasures

I took the last three of those blind box things and was giggling the whole way to the checkout lane. I couldn't even wait until I got home I was so excited. I opened them in my car in the parking lot.

Dustin was the first box I opened and when I tell you I squealed.

As far as your query, I shall start with the wonderful Mrs. Joyce Byers, because I know I haven't talked about her, but I get the vibes from her that she sort of... takes in any wayward child she encounters and adopts them as her own, and the fandom seems to agree in the sense that it's basically fanon at this point that Joyce takes care of Steve. This goes into some backstory for my s/i that I may write about one day, but I had this idea that the outcasts banded together in a way, and Rebecca became rather good friends with Jonathan. Now, being friends with the eldest Byers boy led to Joyce taking a vested interest in Rebecca, and Joyce becomes the Mom-Not-Mom that Rebecca goes to with nearly everything. ( I went back and rewatched S1 ST with a friend who wanted to get into stranger things but didn't want to watch it alone and i have Emotions regarding Joyce okok ).

Now, considering the gentlemen of the hour, it's getting near Halloween, so i've been fully consumed by the Halloween Headcanon Monster, and all I can think about is fall/halloween based stuff. Dustin manages to convince his big sister to go trick or treating with him, and she agrees to go along with him and the other kids because they 'need supervision'. He's more than happy to drag Dorothy out into the night with him, and the kids run her all around Hawkins. I've got it in my mind that Dorothy has a pickup truck, and it's the 80s, so they finish off a neighborhood and all the kids hop in the back to head to the next neighborhood. After they've gotten their fill of candy, everyone parts ways and Dustin begs Dorothy to take him to the special Corroded Coffin Halloween show. After enough begging, and a decent amount of bribery, she gives in, and brother and sister are sneaking back home at some ungodly hour of the morning, long after the show's over.

Steve, on the other hand, knows he's going to get roped into whatever the kids have planned for Halloween as the resident Mom Friend, so he opts to plan out a super cute day of things to do with Rebecca before he asks her if she'll help him supervise on Halloween, which she of course says yes to, because her and the party get along great. But when I say cute, I mean cute. He goes all out with coffee in the morning, and a walk around Hawkins to look at all the leaves changing colors, then there's a little drive out to an orchard for a hayride and pumpkin picking, and cider and donuts before the drive back into Hawkins, where Steve has prepared a bunch of feel-good movies for a night in. ( even if it's all partially because he thinks he needs to butter her up before requesting her assistance with his children, which he totally didn't. )

#opening the mailbox #tex-treasures #the fall is like... my favorite time of year. can we tell #halloween is my favorite by far #i have an idea in mind regarding s1 steve and his interactions with jonathan and how that would effect rebecca #because she'd be in the middle of that whole interaction between the two of them and she'd get so angry at steve #and this is when beck and steve are still just long-time best friends #anyway i digress. #🗃 || take a look in the filing cabinet #this answer got a little long hehe #🎲 || d.h. #🎙️ || s/i : dorothy #🍦 || s.h. #🖌️ || s/i : rebecca #⚓🍦|| you belong with me #🚲 || the party

[shenanigans-in-rannice]

SECRET OF THE DISAPPEARING HAT (short story)

It is well-known that many people love Halloween. People in Rannice were no exception.

Winstons put up decorations in Green Carnation at the beginning of October, then held a few costume parties in the following weeks. The best party was the one Winstons prepared in cooperation with Christine and Erin Carter. It was held at Ivy Farm. This only made some people more assured that Erin and Christine were witches, but they didn`t care.

The party was a spectacle. There were different Halloween-themed snacks (Bailey made around half of them). Erin and Christine were dressed as pirates. Some adults and older children were running around to ensure everybody felt welcomed. People were chatting, eating, and admiring each others costumes. The farm tour was finished, but some guests were still hanging out with the animals in the barn, supervised by Toni Morgan, one of the farm workers. Bailey and Winona (Fox`s oldest daughter and a professional foster parent) supervised the children to give their parents a break. Sherlock was lying under the table, hoping somebody would drop a few fries or a piece of a cookie. That dog was crazy about food, and this was a holiday for him as well.

Presently, Bailey had Winona`s daughter Emma up on his shoulders while he was trying to juggle the ball. He was usually able to do it, but carrying a five-year-old made it more difficult.

They set up a stage for the band and invited people to show off their skills while the band had a break. Right now, there was a woman making animals out of balloons, and a bunch of kids gathered close to receive them.

Hinton, James (her husband), Fox, and Elizabeth (his wife) were chatting with Olivier. It was a surprise that he was there since he usually avoided public gatherings. He was never really a people person and preferred to hand out with his lizards, chameleon Sprinkles, and bearded dragon Cucumber. Later, Bailey found out he only dropped by to bring some juice. A few moments later, voices rose in the crowd of children under the stage. A few adults hurried close to see what caused the commotion.

Christine got there first. She recognized the little girl who was the cause of the noise as one of the children who regularly attended the childcare program at Ivy Farm. “What`s wrong, Yasmine?” she asked.

The girl sobbed and pointed at her head. “Somebody took my hat!”

“Your witch hat?” Christine asked.

Yasmine nodded. “I cant do magic without it.”

“Did anybody see Yasmine`s hat?” Erin, who joined them, called out.

All of the kids shook their heads.

“Somebody stole it,” Yasmine insisted. “They didn't want me to do my magic, so they stole it!”

Erin looked at Bailey and gestured at him to come closer. “He`s a detective,” she explained. “He can help you find out what happened to your hat.”

Yasmine looked up at him. “You don't look like a detective.”

“Well, I can`t be too obvious. How would I solve mysteries if everybody knew I was a detective?” Bailey pointed to his Halloween-themed sweater and kneeled. “This is my party outfit. Do you remember when you last saw your hat?”

Yasmine looked around. “I had it when I went to get some snacks, and I still had it when I watched the balloon lady.”

“Not true,” another girl dressed as a detective joined the conversation. She was a few years older than Yasmine and was holding a younger boys hand. “You put it down to try on Penny`s crown. Right there, on the bench. Its gone now, though.”

“And what`s your name, Detective?” Bailey asked.

“Finley, and this is my brot- I mean, partner, Janez.”

“Okay,” he said and got up. “So, Finley, you say you saw the hat on that bench over there? Do you remember at what time that was?”

“Four hours ago!” Janez exclaimed.

Finley rolled her eyes. “Shush, J, you cant tell the time yet. It was around twenty minutes ago.”

“Good. Have any of you seen anybody acting suspiciously?” Bailey questioned.

“Mickey tried to take my hat away before,” Yasmine said. “Maybe he stole it.”

Bailey surveyed the crowd of kids. “Which one is Mickey?”

“He`s a ninja,” Janez explained.

Bailey looked at four ninjas waving their plastic weapons around. “Um, which one?”

“With the blue belt,” Yasmine elaborated.

“Well talk with him and ask if he saw your hat, okay?”

The three kids nodded and made their way to the cluster of ninjas.

“Mickey?” Bailey called, and the boy turned around. “Yasmine here is looking for her hat. Have you seen it?”

“Nope,” he said, shaking his head.

“You tried to take it!” Yasmine exclaimed.

“But I didn`t!”

“Hey, what if you and your ninja friends help us look for the hat?” Bailey suggested. The hat was probably just misplaced, and if he got more people looking for it, they were bound to find it sooner.

Finley tugged on his sleeve. “They aren`t detectives like us,” she whispered.

“I know. But there`s more of them and they can do the boring stuff while we look for the clues,” Bailey whispered back.

The ninjas spread out to question people while the detectives went to look for clues. After some inspection, Finley spotted a piece of the feather that used to be attached to the hat. They walked around the spot where they found a feather, but there were no other clues.

“Maybe Sherlock can find it!” Janez suggested.

They tried, but Sherlock attempted to eat the feather, so they gave up. Yasmine was on the verge of tears. Bailey consoled her with a cookie before they continued the search. Thankfully, ninjas rushed back to them.

“Somebody told us the hat went that way!” Mickey pointed to the barn. “

The hat went there?” Bailey questioned. “By itself?” One of the ninjas shrugged.

“Maybe it was the wind.”

They made their way toward the barn. Bailey and detectives went to the right, ninjas to the left.

Janez spotted another feather, and they hurried to catch it before the wind blew it away. The hat was still not visible. They walked around until Yasmine excitedly waved her arms. “

My hat!” She charged forward to get it, but as soon as she touched it, something hissed from the inside, and she ran back to Bailey. He went to pick up the hat. As he looked inside, he spotted one of the cats living on the Ivy Farm.

“Hi, little buddy,” he whispered, gently picking up the hat. “Little Watson decided to sleep inside,” he told the young detectives.

Janez took off to inform ninjas about this development. Watson seemed content in Baileys arms, and they returned to the rest of the people.

“We found a thief,” Bailey told his friends. “He admitted his guilt and promised to better himself."

Christine and Erin laughed and took a few photos.

Bailey took the cat out of the hat before handing the now-empty hat to Yasmine. She ran to her parents to tell them all about it.

“You have done very well today,” Bailey addressed little detectives and ninjas, and they, satisfied with the praise, returned to playing.

#Bailey #Bailey&Cole #short story #original character #Hallowen #detective fiction

[stormy333]

Home Sweet Home

“Home is not a place... it’s a feeling” Unkown

Friday or friYAY? Hello my Lovlies Welcome back! Or if you’re new welcome to the Realm of Nothing! Where everyone is royalty and though I say I am queen the truth is we’re all queens and kings or for all I care you can be a friggin ogre if you want! No hating and no negative vibes! Anyways back to today's prompt which is drum roll please...

Describing our dream home... I’ll go first!

So, for one I am sure you all know by now I am not a person that likes being in the city or anywhere near a bunch of people, like even where I live currently, I still live to close to people. If I could live further out than where I am now and still get food delivered for like days when I can't drive than I would literally be in heaven. I love living in the woods and having plenty of outdoors area. So now that you know that lets get to the description of my dream home. Of course, I would want my significant other to be happy as well but that’s another story.

Starting with the outside. Like I said I love the woods and would honestly love to have a HUGE property completely wooded. We are talking like 30 acres (about half the area of a large shopping mall) plus. Have a nice driveway leading off the main road to the house, but you are driving through the woods then once far enough away from the road (for privacy and safety of the animals) you come to a nice clearing kinda deal with the parking and house and main yard for the kids and animals. In other words, the actual lawn. You Park at a cutesy gravel parking, then there's a walkway leading to the walk-through gate where the doggo can run when I’m not home (but he get’s to run in and out any other time as long as he’s supervised). Inside the gate the walkway continues to the wrap around porch. Out on the front lawn from the porch you can see a playground for the kiddos and some flowers and a water fountain. On the front of the porch is a nice little porch swing. Then taking it to the backyard the back of the porch extends to a deck to the pool and an outdoor entertaining area with a fire pit, grill, seating area and just an outdoor haven. Then out in the distance a bit you can see the edge of the fence and the start of our woods. With a garage for the toys and then an outdoor doghouse for the pup. From the outside the house has a cottage feel. You know cottage in the woods fairy tale type? That.

Now let’s take it inside. When you walk in the front door (a hunter green door with a small window) you're in the living room which has a very open and clean vibe. The house is a five-bedroom three-bathroom house. A separate dining area. After walking into the house and as I mentioned you're in the living room where the couch is against the wall the loveseat is kinda by where you walk in at and then there's a rocking chair angled at the other side of the loveseat and on the opposite side of the wall is where the TV is cattycornered. Standing in the ‘foyer’ one side is the living room then to the right of you is the dining room. Which has a nice modern walnut dining table. And a nice China cabinet as well with my great aunt's China in it for special occasions (walnut as well). The floors throughout the whole house are the grey oak. Walk through both the dining and living they open to the kitchen which is decent sized with an island that has seating for breakfast and our cabinetry is definitely two toned with marble counter tops (the sink is also in the island). I should also mention PLENTY and I mean LOADS of natural lighting in every room! The top cabinets are white and the bottom are navy blue. The curtains through the dining, living, and kitchen are matching or at least flow together. In the kitchen there's the back door which is the typical farmhouse back door the big square window at the top of the door. And the door is navy blue. Now we keep walking through the kitchen and end up in a hallway that leads to the rest of the house. The first room and bathroom you come to are the guest bathroom and the guest bedroom/home office. Guest bathroom has a nice standing shower not super big but also not claustrophobic as well. Now each bathroom will definitely have a theme. So, guest bathroom will be blush and navy. The shower is one of those showers that doesn’t need a curtain so were in luck! The walls will be a pale blue/sun shower-yellow/green/pink which would end up being the ‘safe colors’ to use when I’m at a loss.

The office would be painted green with an accent wall that has white flowers up it at an angle. There's a black and white area rug in the center of the room covering the majority of the room. A sleeper sofa against the wall that the door is on with an end table on the side closest to the door and on the other end of the couch there's a tall corner bookcase. On the wall directly across from the couch is a very nice white desk in front of the window, on the other end of the room near the closet is the standing dresser which has some cute little Knick knacks in it to add to the homey effect.

The other three bedrooms are similarly set up minus the desk. They're all quaintly fit to the needs and desires. The second bathroom has a shower/tub not too big and not too small. Perfectly sized to work for kids or bathing doggos. Then we come to the master bedroom.

A step down and the biggest bedroom. A walk-in closet with plenty of storage on the furthest wall while if you turn to your right you walk into the bathroom with a massive soaker tub and a separate standing shower, double vanity sinks and a door leading to the laundry room. The walls all a greyish blue with a white accent wall. Never forget the bedroom set that I’ve always dreamed of having with the bed frame, dresser, nightstands, and bench at the foot of the bed.

So, this is my dream home and not even fully depicted! Honestly, I don’t care how big the house is or what kind of furniture we have as long as we are happy together! These are dreams not needs. Anyways, what does your dream home look like?

See you all soon!

[awtuscanywriting]

Blaine: Ventus can you read this list out loud for the others?

Ventus: No, I cannot. (zooms in) Yo, what's up, I'm Ventus, I'm 10 and I never learned how to read!

#kingdom hearts #incorrect quotes #incorrect khux #kh ventus #kh blaine #source: vine #ventus can't read #is there an education system in daybreak town? #i mean there's a bunch of kids running around with little to no supervision #the foretellers are probably also kids #all these kids are child soilders #like 2/3 of them die #khux are you good?

[mochatune]

Vanessa taking care of a lost child hcs

—-

-as we all know Vanessa can be a little rough when it comes to children, she hates being bothered by them and is only there to do her Night Shift duties

-she’s already looking for one lost child so finding you was just an even bigger pain in the neck, she has to find some stupid kid trying to hang out backstage and now she has a stupid kid following her like a lost puppy

-you try to be quite when around her as she seems to have a tendency to blow a fuse when you talk even just a little bit too much

-don’t worry though, you do eventually grow on her and soon she will start acting like an older sister towards you. Even if she does it while murmuring under her breath about how much she hates kids 

-she goes out of her way to get you food and have little potty breaks even if she pretends she doesn’t care about your well being and the only reason she’s letting you tail her is because she needs to find the other kid and can’t have another one running off, it’s bull and she is just too stubborn to admit it

-if you’re a kid that likes to talk a lot then expect to have a mostly one sided conversation with Vanessa throughout the night, she practically tunes you out and only bothers listening if you’re in need of something within her grasp.

-she’s honestly kinda mean lol. She basically treats you like a nuisance the whole time and is really just that one mean older sister

-but don’t worry she has her soft moments, she just doesn’t show it as often

-I bet she sneaks into gift shops to get you a small souvenir for when you’re upset or bored (is the type to put money in the cash register for whatever she gets for you), she’ll give you some excuse that she coincidentally had it on her person and that you can have it because she doesn’t need it anyways.

-if she sees an animatronic she will hide you behind her and wait for them to pass by

-if you’re tired she’ll be a bad influence and give you an energy drink, you’re practically bouncing off the walls all night because your running off pure sugar and pepperoni pizza. She doesn’t have time to supervise you while you nap so this is her alternative to keeping you awake

-if you lag behind too much or nag her she’ll carry you on her back, tells you you’re heavy but will carry you anyways.

-will make you pretend to sleep if moon comes by, I’m betting moon nags her a whole bunch during the night shifts and if he finds you awake he’ll most likely kidnap you to the daycare for nap time

-if moon does kidnap you expect Vanessa to drop everything to find you, suddenly she doesn’t even care about the kid running around backstage even though that’s supposed to be her main priority. She busts in to the daycare and runs around to power on the generators, thankfully sun is more cooperative and hands back the kid to Vanessa even though he claims he wants to do arts and crafts with them!

-I have a feeling Vanessa carries around a mace incase of an intruder and threatens you with it when you are being difficult with her.

-she actually enjoys your company she just shows her love for you in a bitchy way

-she’s just a tsundere older sister who doesn’t want you to know she thinks of you as a little sibling that she cares for deeply

#vanessa security breach #security breach x reader #security breach #security breach vanessa #fnaf security breach #fnaf fandom #fnaf sb #fnaf #enjoy #security breach moondrop #headcanons #headcanon #fnaf x reader #security breach fnaf #vanessa fnaf

[jimlingss]

(sorry my tumblr app glitched so im not sure if this was sent twice) taking a chance for the requests! how about a seokjin or namjoon arranged marriage au with this: “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” 🎄 happy holidays!!

↳ Playground Promises

1.9k || 100% Light Fluff || Kim Seokjin

The bell rings.

Moments later, children are sprinting from the doors and flooding the playground. You watch in fondness as some climb the monkey bars while others sit and dig into the sandbox. All of them were forging their first friendships they’ll remember forever and you were their witness.

This is one of your favourite times of day. You enjoy seeing the kids have their fun, listening to their laughter and giggles, watching their games of tag to play pretend. But today, your enjoyment is interrupted by a certain male teacher that comes to stand behind you.

Tall. Dark. And handsome. His broad shoulders carry the weight of the third-grade class and practically the entire elementary school. But you’d never admit that out loud.

“It’s a bit chilly out today. You should’ve brought your coat with you.”

You hum.

Every staff member, married and single, swoons over Kim Seokjin. It’s hard not to. But if others knew what your relationship was with him, you’re sure you’d never hear the end of it. The kids would make a big fuss and so would all the staff and faculty, and you’d rather avoid that.

“I didn’t know you were on playground duty today.”

“I switched with Sana,” he says and leans over to smile. “Thought you could use some company.”

You scoff. “She’s perfectly fine company.”

The corner of his plump lip pulls. “If you want to talk about the mathletes program. And I’m pretty sure you don’t.”

Before you can respond, a boy approaches the two of you with pink cheeks and wind-swept hair. “Mr. Kim, can I go to the bathroom?” the third-grader asks in the midst of catching his breath and the older man nods.

“Go ahead. But don’t run in the hallway, Lucas.” 

Said boy grins and dashes off.

Seokjin turns to you and lowers his voice. “My mom’s been asking about the kids.”

Your brows furrow. “Why? They’re a good bunch.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I don’t mean your class’ kids, I mean our kids.”

You blink owlishly. “There are no our kids.”

“That’s the problem.”

You sigh and roll your eyes. “Wasn’t getting married enough for them?”

Seokjin shrugs with a faint, mischievous smile. “They want to go out for brunch with your parents this Sunday. Are you free?”

“When am I not free?” you retort lightly, but slip your phone out of your pocket to check your calendar anyhow. Seokjin glances over to your screen and once you finish, you slip it back into your pocket. “I have some marking to do, but I’ll probably finish by then.”

“Okay.” The pair of you turn back to continue monitoring the children playing and you’re glad to revel in the silence that’s been created between you. But after a beat, Kim Seokjin pipes up again. You don’t know why you’re surprised. He’s quite the talkative guy. “Hey, Y/N.”

You look over and he meets your eye.

He asks, “Am I your lock screen?”

Your face heats. If you were once cold, now you were warm from head to toe. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” you mumble. It was just a picture from the other day and you wanted to change things up on your phone. You had nothing else to use. It was convenient. That’s it.

Your entire relationship with him is built on convenience. At least...on his side it is.

Still, Seokjin grins and fortunately, he doesn’t tease.

You rush to change the subject. “A-Anyway, yeah, Sunday works for me. But we should probably talk about this after work.”

“Why? No one’s around.” His smile is spread from ear to ear and he leans in, whispering, “Are you that scared of people finding out we’re married?”

Immediately, you whip your head in all directions. Luckily, there’s no kid or nosy faculty member. You turn back to him, glaring. “I already said, I like to keep my private life under wraps.”

“I remember. But if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were embarrassed of me.”

You scoff and a murmur unintentionally spills out of you, “That’s impossible.”

You don’t notice Seokjin’s smile.

It’s been three months since you got married. It was a summer wedding. More importantly, it was an arranged marriage. And not because you were both wealthy and needed to be wedded to get the inheritance under some arbitrary contract rule or because it was your grandmother’s dying wish. No. You live a much more mundane, normal life than the dramas, movies and books.

It was your mom who threw a fuss. She was scared you’d be alone and unmarried, an old maid like your aunt — you didn’t say it, she just heavily implied it. But following her practically senile meltdown, you agreed. Partly to appease her worries and partly just out of curiosity.

You always wanted to get married. And deep down, you always wanted your own kids. But at the rate you were going, you had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to meet someone on your own.

What you didn’t expect on that blind date was for the other person to be Kim Seokjin, third grade teacher. Down the hall from you at the school. Someone across the room every lunchtime. Your dads were apparently long time colleagues, but Jin was still as equally shocked as you were during that first meeting. Yet, he easily agreed to getting married when you brought it up. Even when it was only after two months of occasionally seeing one another outside of your workplaces.

You still don’t know why he said yes.

“Ms. L/N!”

You’re torn out of your trance by a little girl at your knees. 

She pouts. “Jennie won’t let me play on the slide!”

“Did you ask her to share?”

“Yes!”

Before any more can be said, she drags you over and Seokjin trails after you. There’s another girl with brown braided hair climbing on the slide, and she swivels her head over as the two of you approach, eyes the size of saucers. 

“Are you taking turns, Jennie?” you ask her, and she vigorously nods.

“I am!”

“Well, you’ve been on it for a while. How about Lisa takes a turn next.”

“Okay,” she draws out and gets off of the slide before turning to her friend. “Here you go.”

It’s always little problems you have to solve — from sharing to knee scrapes and monkey bar accidents. Sometimes it’s difficult for the children to compromise, difficult for them to apologize and difficult for you to find a good solution. But you undoubtedly wish your own issues were this simple.

While you’re stuck in your thoughts, you miss Jin watching you fondly. 

“You’re good with kids,” he says as you move out of the way of running children and walk back to the perimeter.

“I wouldn’t be doing this job if I wasn’t. But I deal with older kids much better.” There’s a reason you teach fifth graders and not any lower than that. Seokjin knows it too.

“Remember when we had to supervise that kindergarten class together?”

You shudder. “It was a nightmare.”

“You weren’t that bad,” he tries to say but then laughs. You feign a glare, and he adds on, “Okay. I’m sorry, but I still mean it. It’s not as terrible as you thought. You’d make a good mom.” 

At that, your glare vanishes in favour of furrowing brows. You really shouldn’t, but you can’t help it when curiosity pries — so you break your own rule against discussing private matters at work. 

“Do you want my kids?”

Seokjin is wide-eyed and he turns to you. “Why not? We’re married.”

“Yeah….but…”

“But? Do you not want kids?” 

“No! I definitely want them,” you declare, almost a bit too boldly. He nods and you explain, “It’s just...I don’t know if you’re serious.���

Seokjin blinks. “I’m being perfectly serious.”

“I mean I don’t know if we’re serious.” You add, “Enough to have kids.”

“What’s more serious than being married?” Jin has a genuinely inquisitive and amused expression, head quirked to the side. 

You inhale a sharp breath and his gaze coaxes you to go on, so you do. “It’s just that you agreed so quickly to be married to me. It doesn’t….feel real. I don’t know if you wanted to marry me, if you did it on a whim, if this is some kind of joke—”

He frowns. “This isn’t a joke, Y/N. I wanted to marry you.”

Your mouth hangs open. Your eyes are rounded.

“Wh—”

“Mrs. L/N!” You’re interrupted by your fifth-grader, Park Jimin. He sprints to you, huffing and puffing, before leaning his hands onto his knees to catch his breath. “Have you seen Taehyung?! We’re playing tag!”

“No, I haven’t.”

Jin suddenly points to the left. “He went that way.”

Jimin books it.

Silence fills the spaces between you and Seokjin again, but it isn’t like normal. It’s filled with unanswered questions and the suspenseful cliffhanger of an unfinished conversation. The laughter of kids on the playground and field resound around you, but for the first time, you don’t listen to it. 

It fades into the background as you turn to Seokjin, wanting to know more. “What did you just say?”

The man smiles softly. “You have to know.”

“I don’t,” you assert. “So tell me.”

“I’ve always liked you.”

You blink and he continues, “Since you substituted for the art teacher and I saw you squirt red paint all over yourself. It’s something I couldn’t forget. Plus, the way you draw those stick people.” Seokjin laughs heartily and you’re trapped in your spot, unsure of how to react or what to say. He reads your expression and softens. “Did you really think I would rush into a marriage if I didn’t have feelings for you?”

“I…” Your mouth is agape. “I don’t know. Why did we never talk about this?”

Seokjin shrugs. “You never asked and I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable if you didn’t feel the same way. I knew you married me for convenience.”

“That’s not true,” you retort within a beat. This whole time, you thought he married you for convenience sake. But it wasn’t entirely like that for you.

Seokjin’s eyes are big and you swallow down your embarrassment. “Isn’t it obvious every single breathing person loves you? It’s hard not to.”

Slowly but surely, a grin spreads into Seokjin’s puffy cheeks and he’s smiling from ear to ear again. “Well, you’re very good at hiding it then.”

Suddenly, the bell rings.

All the children reluctantly climb off the equipment, some dusting their hands while others grabbing their friends, and they rush into their lineups. There’s a few stranglers lugging their legs while groaning. But busy in their small playground worlds, no one turns around to notice you leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to Seokjin’s mouth. It’s shy and brief, like the first peck exchanged between two for the first time. And you pull away just as fast, lips left tingling.

“We can continue this later, Mr. Kim.”

You stride off while Seokjin’s left smiling. After a breathless moment, he chases after you like children who have just made promises of their first love on the playground.

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okay another hzd playthru post:

love how the proving is like… impossible to fail? i mean the game kinda makes you win it, but that’s not even what i mean: aloy is sabatoged and in last place, and as she looks around desperately one of the supervisors tells her she might as well walk the rest: as long as she finishes, she’s a brave. the single winner gets a boon, but there’s no fail state. adults are supervising the entire race — we interact with three and there’s voice lines that appear to indicate a fourth, and they’ll all positioned around the route. aloy tries to take a different route and is told not to: people died on it and it’s been shut down. it’s still supposed to be a challenge and proof of skill — you have to fight a machine, take a part from it, run an obstacle course — but it is not intended to be unsafe. you do not need to win, it is not as matter of only the best are good enough: everyone is good enough. my guess is that teb just didn’t try, not that he failed: he decided he would rather be a tailor and opted out entirely. i just. really like that little subversion, you know?

speaking of the proving i love, love, love how it messes with tropes when it comes to vala and bast. bast is the childhood bully, the asshole, the leader of a little gang of friends. vala is welcoming and friendly and she and aloy hit is off right away. they spend the day of the proving hanging out, rolling their eyes at bast as he is a general douche to them. the three are, everyone tells us, about equal in strength and skill. it is a foregone conclusion that either vala or bast will win the proving, and when aloy does instead it’s only by seconds. i have consumed media before and so i know that vala and bast will be aloy’s rivals. vala the friend who aloy sometimes helps, or who sometimes helps her: she will probably show up for the final fight and speak up to support aloy against the prejudices of the nora. bast will either be the annoying bully who is quickly made pathetic and outstripped by the real dangers of the plot, or will be the annoying rival who grows to have a grudging respect for aloy and shows up for the final boss. 

but then they are abruptly killed. the antagonists show up and kill a bunch of unnamed teenagers, and bast and vala immediately work to help aloy drive the attackers off and get the other kids to safety. and then someone shows up with a machine gun, and none of them have ever seen one before. vala is killed, and bast when he runs to her. (also: quick shoutout, i love that bast is just this douche, just the worst, but when the situation gets serious he immediately says he’s with vala and aloy and is clearly really concerned when vala dies. it’s like three seconds, but even the bully gets a little redemption arc. when the going gets tough, he reveals he wasn’t so bad. compare to, say, resh.) because lol no that isn’t what this game is. aloy doesn’t get to rest or make friends or find a place for herself in nora society: she needs to keep moving. she needs to go. we need to really, really hate helis, not just for killing rost but for ordering the deaths of your friends, for not even caring. 

and then we get varl, who i adore, who pretty blatantly has a storyline you could imagine vala, his sister, having had, who probably won the proving when he ran it and asked to serve with his mother (because lord knows sona wouldn’t have let him otherwise). and i just. i love varl guys. i love his complicated feelings about vala’s death: how he mourns her but also mourns the relationship they could never have, because their mother always pitted them against one another. i love sona, who is capable and you can understand to be inspiring and a good leader, but just a terrible mother. 

this is absolutely unimportant but i always kinda wonder about the little timeskip between the proving and aloy being made seeker. she was out for a bit, she was badly hurt enough that people believed she wouldn’t survive her injuries and needed time to recover, and there’s some other signs time passed: rost has been buried, there was a huge battle, and erend has had enough time to a) go back to meridian, b) reunite with his sister, c) only for ersa to go off without him and get murdered, d) for her body to be recovered and prepared for burial. like realistically aloy should have been out for months with all sorts of broken bones, but it must have at least been a few weeks, right? but also this is a game where you can walk from colorado to utah in about ten minutes so you know. but still, this is the useless detail shit i live for.

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The Perfect Spot

Fred Weasley / Reader

Summary: You get to stay an extra night at Hogwarts with no supervision. So what do you do? Play hide and seek, of course!

Includes: underage drinking, cussing, fluff, making out

Words: 3.8k

A/N: I’m thinking of doing a part two to this, let me know if that’s something you guys would like! Hope you enjoy the story! Feel free to leave any feedback and please let me know of any warnings or errors I missed! Thanks for stopping by :)

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Tonight’s the night.

All of the professors and staff of Hogwarts have gone to some motel in Hogsmeade, leaving the 5th through 7th years in the school by themselves for the night. It’s tradition for the 5th-7th years to stay the night in the school without supervision after school ends for the summer.

It’s a new tradition, so we were going to make the most of it before some kids ruin the school and it gets disbanded.

Fred and George snuck in a bunch of alcohol, spreading it around the group and trying to keep it lowkey so none of the other kids snitched or, even worse, wanted us to share.

We were all in the corner of the long corridor that the students decided to sleep in for the night. It was exactly like the dining hall, but there were no tables or stage. The windows were the only source of light as the sun began to set. We weren’t sure what time it was, only being able to go off of the moon from inside the corridor, but either way, most of the group was already plastered.

We were sitting in a circle, in the farthest corner of the room, in this order from right to left: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Me, Fred, George, and Ginny. We each had our own pillows behind us, intending for us to all sleep with our feet in the middle and in this circle formation we had created. There was one huge blanket in the middle covering all of us that George had engorgio-d so no one would fight over it.

We were lightly drinking the bottles the twins had brought at the beginning of the night, then Ginny said she had an idea but we all had to be drunk for it to be fun. So we picked up the pace, and now almost everyone was hysterical. Harry and Ron were extremely smiley, laughing at almost everything. Hermione was almost in tears, telling everyone how much she loved and appreciated them. The twins were making jokes, making everyone piss their pants over what they were saying. Ginny was being the loudest, trying to playfully argue with everyone through her laughter. Everyone was feeding off of each other's energy, which made a circle of laughing and whisper-yelling.

“-and then 50 bloody spiders the size of Hagrid started chasing after us!” Ron finished.

“Ron there were like 3 spiders, mate” Harry said, bursting out into laughter. The rest of the group clutched their stomachs in laughter while Ron’s face turned red, soon laughing along with us.

Tears started to leave my eyes from how hard I was laughing at Ron’s attempt to sound brave in front of Hermione. We all knew he was deathly afraid of spiders, so it made it all the more funny.

I was coming down from how hard I was laughing, wiping my eyes when I felt a hand brush the side of my thigh. I looked to my left, at Fred, to see his eyes on George, who was making a comment to Ron about him being a coward. The knuckles of his hand were brushing the outside of my thigh underneath the blanket.

My entire body heated up, the voices of the people around me being tuned out as I focused on his touch.

I have had a crush on Fred since I first came to hogwarts, but in the past year he has flirted with me more than ever before, touching me whenever he gets the chance whether its his knee against mine when we sit next to each other or putting his arm around me while walking through the campus. I’ve noticed it, but didn’t want to get my hopes up or read the situation wrong and make it weird between us.

But with his hand going from brushing my thigh to resting his hand on it, I don’t think it could be read wrong. His hand sat on top of my thigh, with his fingers resting on the inside, lightly moving it back and forth.

He continued to pay attention to the rest of the group, who were engaged heavily in another conversation, darting his gaze to different people and even adding in some things himself. My eyes followed whoever was talking as well, but I couldn’t hear anything they were saying. I was too focused on the way Fred’s hand slowly got closer and closer to the apex of my thighs.

“Okay, listen up you lot. I think we’ve had enough to drink, which means it’s time to share my master plan.”

My eyes shot to Ginny, being snapped out of my trance at the sound of her yelling over the laughter.

The rest of the group followed, immediately snapping out of their laughter to listen and leaning in as if she was going to tell us a secret.

“I was thinking, what if we played…”

She waited a second, as if a drumroll was playing in the background to announce her idea.

“Hide and seek.”

The entire group gasped in shock, frantically looking around at each other and agreeing with how good of an idea it is. Ginny looked proud, nodding her head in confidence as everyone got excited.

“Should we have everyone else play? I think the more people, the better.” Harry said, looking around the group for their opinions.

“Yeah I think if we had a small group of seekers and the res’ were hiders, that’d be better. We could split it evenly so we switch after all the hider’s hv’been found.” I said, getting an adrenaline boost at how fun it was going to be. There were 429 students in the 5th-7th years, but most of them weren’t convinced to stay another day after school had gotten out. So, there were about 150 students in the hall right now that would be playing. It was going to be a good game.

Everyone nodded and agreed in confirmation to what I said, and Ginny got up to yell out the directions and rules to everyone else in the hall.

We all got up, trying to gain our balance after drinking on the floor for so long and giggling when Ron almost pulled George down with him after he started to fall over. We brushed off our pajamas, hiding the bottles underneath the blanket while Ginny was giving her speech.

“Alright I think everyone’s got it. You guys can pick which team you’re on, I think they’re already splitting themselves into groups over there.” Ginny said, coming back to the group as the rest of the corridor broke out into loud conversation. George was the first to speak up.

“I’ll be a seeker with Harry and Ron. You all can be the hiders because you lot can’t even see straight”

Hermione giggled, clutching onto Ginny to stay balanced as Ginny spoke up, pointing at George.

“You’re on, Georgie. I may not be able to see straight, but…”

We waited for her to finish, as she stood there with her finger pointed at him. It was quiet in the group for a couple of seconds before everyone burst into another fit of laughter.

“Let’s just get the game started” Ginny said, turning red and turning around slowly so she didn’t fall over.

We started walking out of the corridor, following the rest of the large group of students that were headed that way as well. Everyone had grabbed their wands to use as light in finding our way around the huge castle.

Fred caught up to me, grabbing my elbow that was holding my wand to get my attention. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, careful to hide what he was saying from the others.

“Have any ideas on where to hide?”

His breath on my ear made me feel fuzzy inside, whether that was magnified by the alcohol or not, and I smiled up at him, knowing that I looked absolutely plastered.

“No clue. What’re you thinking Freddie?”

He smiled his mischievous smile and pointed with his head towards the doors we were about to walk through, leading to the hallway.

“I’ve got the perfect spot. I’ll show you.” He said, rather seductively.

My stomach fluttered as I smiled down at my feet. He rested his hand at the small of my back as we walked through the huge doors together, shuffling into the hallway with the group of kids. They were making a huge half-circle around what we could now see was Ginny, the hallway being lit up by the lanterns hanging on the wall.

“Anything outside of the castle is off limits. No Forbidden Forest or going out to Hagrid’s hut, because no one will find you and the castle is plenty big for everyone to hide. No magic cloaks or spells to see any footprints. The seekers will give you 5 minutes to find a hiding place, so make it good.”

Everyone was quiet, listening to Ginny give surprisingly good and clear instructions with how drunk she seemed to be 2 minutes ago. She was a good leader.

“Those are the only rules. So, let’s do this!”

Everyone gave a quick cheer combined with claps and talk of where they were going to hide. Some kids started to run away right away, squealing in excitement and rushing to get to their hiding places.

Fred, Ginny, Hermione, and I joined with the rest of the group while we waited for the other hiders to clear out.

“You are going down, mr. chosen one!” Ginny yelled at Harry, linking her arms with Hermione and walking off towards the stairs.

Harry blushed a little and laughed, turning in towards Ron and George, who looked like they were already coming up with a plan for attack.

Fred and I looked to each other, smirking. The alcohol definitely did nothing but amplify my attraction towards him. Seeing him in the dim light with his hair slightly ruffled, in a black shirt and plaid pajama pants while I’m drunk was definitely… sinking in. He towered over me and had his arms crossed over his chest, looking down at me with a smirk. If I’m being honest, one word from this man and I would jump into his arms. I had all night to gawk at him, and the low conversation from the people behind us reminded me that the timer was going down and we already spent a good minute just staring at each other.

“So where’s this place you had in mind, Weasley?”

“I thought you’d never ask” he said, grabbing my hand and turning to go down the hall opposite Ginny and Hermione.

We walked until the first turn, turning left and going down another long hallway before coming before a staircase.

“Just up here” He said, guiding me up the flights of stairs.

He broke into a light jog up the stairs and I struggled to keep up, trying to keep my balance. He had taken the same amount of shots I did, but he was also a giant so I’m sure it had less of an effect on him.

We reached the top of the stairs, and Fred looked all around him at the three different hallways in search of something.

“Y’know where you’re going, Fred?”

“Yeah, of course, umm….”

He looked around once more before settling on the hallway to his left, which looked like a last minute decision.

“It’s this way, trust me” He pulled my arm forward so I was now in front of him, wrapping his arm across my back and settling his hand on my waist, using his hand to hold me in place in front of him. I kept walking until he turned me, stopping us in front of a door.

“Go on, open it.”

I reached out and opened the door. It was pitch black inside, and before I could protest against going in, he ushered me inside the small space and closed the door behind us.

“Fred-”

“Lumos.” He whispered. The tip of his wand instantly lit up, brightening up the small room as I looked up at him. He smirked down at me, his gaze wandering over my face.

“Was this your plan all along, Weasley? Get me alone in a dark room?” I flirted, smirking at him as I stood on my tippy toes to look at him closer.

He faked a shocked gasp, “How’d you know, you little minx?”

I smiled at him as I settled back down on my feet, starting to fall back a bit before Fred’s hand instantly shot out to grab me and hold me in place. I didn’t register it in time, instead looking around the space we were in.

The light that Fred’s wand was supplying was rather dim, but perfect for showing the contents of the room.

Filch’s office.

There were a few dressers pressed against the wall, with a desk and chair in the middle. There were small artifacts around the room, but nothing that caught my eye. I gazed over the room, but it was all just a blurry mess to me. I turned back around to Fred, seeing that his eyes never wandered from me. I smiled up at him, looking at his lips and just waiting.

“You’re so beautiful” He said, cupping my cheek with his hand that wasn’t holding his wand.

“Not so bad yourself, Freddie” I said, leaning in.

He smiled at me, meeting me in the middle and pressing his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and leaned as much as I could into the kiss, hearing the faint sound of his back being pressed to the door. I held onto his elbows, deepening the kiss. He leaned his head forward, making me lean back. I stumbled backwards a little, and one hand left my face to wrap around my waist, bringing me in closer to him.

I softly moaned into the kiss, causing him to tighten his hold on me and lift me up completely with the arm around my waist, turning us around so I was against the door. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and both of his hands went to the bottom of my thighs to hold me in place. I heard the faint noise of a student yelling, signalling that they had started to look for everyone now.

Fred pulled away, kissing my neck instead as my hands went to his hair.

“Fred, they’re looking for us now” I said, out of breath, warning him in case he forgot that we were in a game of hide and seek, like I had.

“Mmm” he mumbled into my neck. I could feel him leaving hickeys that I would have to make up an excuse for later. I couldn’t grasp that this was happening, teetering on the line between euphoric and giddy on what I was feeling, what I was doing.

I had waited for this for so long, I couldn’t do anything but feed off his adrenaline and excitement in this moment and meet it with my same feelings.

He picked me up and pulled me away from the door, lifting his head to give me a quick peck on the lips before we were moving. My arms wrapped around his head right away, feeling the room spinning from how drunk and turned on I was right now.

His hand shot to rest across my back, resting on my shoulder as he walked over to the desk in the middle of the room. He sat me down on it, standing in between my legs. It was completely dark in the room again, Fred’s wand being the only thing turned off during this whole interaction.

He reached over and clicked on the lamp that was on the desk, both him and I turning slightly as our eyes adjusted to the dim light that filled the room. I opened my eyes slightly, turning back towards him as he did the same.

He smiled a big smile at me, nodding as if assuring to himself that this was actually happening.

“Wicked.” He breathed out, still smiling from ear to ear.

I let out a breathy laugh, pulling him in by his neck for another quick peck. He pulled away slightly and rested his forehead on mine, looking at me.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Oh don’t be daft Freddie, you’re drunk” I giggled at him.

His expression turned moderately serious right away, scaring me that I had said something wrong or ruined the vibe.

“I’m being serious, you git” He joked, smiling at me and pinching my side.

“Ow- okay, okay! I believe you! It took you long enough to show it” I said, smiling back at him.

“Whaddya mean it took me long enough? I just figured out you liked me 2 minutes ago!”

“Who’s the git now? I’ve liked you ever since I came to this bloody school” I said, leaning up slightly to kiss his cheek and smile at him.

He looked at me incredulously, freezing in place.

“You’ve liked me that long? And never said anything?”

“Well, no… I didn’t want to make anything weird if y’didn’t feel the same way”

“You’re insane” is all he said before grabbing my face and leaning in to kiss me again. I smiled into the kiss and pulled the cord to the lamp again, turning it off.

This kiss was even more heated than the last, both of our hands roaming each other's body. My hands were going from his hair to his face, his going from my face all the way down to my waist, groping and pulling whenever he could. He tasted like cherry and alcohol, and I was getting drunk all over again, this time on him.

He pulled away once again, trailing his kisses from my neck down to my chest, exploring it with his tongue.

All at once, I heard 2 or 3 people’s footsteps running from the stairway down the hallway, towards the direction of the room we were in.

“Fred, fred” I whispered, nudging his shoulder to get his attention.

“Hmm?” He hummed, slowing his actions but continuing to place kisses on my collarbones.

“There's people coming this way” I said, using the hand I had in his hair to lightly tug on it, pulling his face up to meet mine.

He pulled out his wand, aiming it at the door.

“Colloportus” he whispered, making a gesture at it before I heard the lock of the door locking into place softly.

I fake-gasped at him before whispering, “You’re cheating!”

“I’ll make it worth your while, darling” He said, smiling, kissing me before bringing his attention back to my chest.

My hand went into his hair as I gasped out his name, encouraging him.

His hand barely dipped into my pajama pants, messing with the band but never going any further. I was ignoring the footsteps of the people outside at this point, not caring about the game.

“Fred, please” I begged, trying to hint at what I wanted from him.

His fingers dipped just below the fabric when suddenly someone from the outside of the door grabbed at and shook the handle.

“Hey! Someone locked the door!”

I grabbed onto Fred’s shoulders, craning my head to look over at the light underneath the door. He did the same, immediately moving his hands around my waist as if they could burst into the room at any minute. We both sat there looking at the shadow underneath the door as they shook the handle a couple more times before stopping. We froze for a second, waiting for something else to happen before we heard them run off.

He turned to me, and my eyes had started to adjust to the dark enough so I could see him looking at me with his lips swollen and his eyes dazed. His hair was ruffled, and he looked more drunk now than he did before we came into the room at all. He looked beautiful.

We both burst into laughter at the same time, burying our faces into each other's necks. I pulled away, pulling his face up to meet mine and fixing his hair as he looked at me with admiration.

“We better get out of here before someone gets your sister and it gets awkward” I said, looking into his eyes.

He huffed in irritation, dropping his face to my shoulder. We stayed like that for a minute as I ran my hands idly down his back, enjoying his presence. I didn’t want to wait too long, though, and have to walk out with hickeys on my neck to a group of more than 100 students.

He must have read my mind, because he straightened and stood up before backing up a step and holding his hand out to help me down from the desk. I took it, doing a little hop off of the desk as I took a second to regain my balance and brush off my pajamas. I took my wand out, casting “Lumos” to look around and make sure we left everything as we found it.

“You’ve got a little something there” Fred said, pointing at my neck.

I looked at him in confusion, following his eyes to brush my neck before I saw him break into a smile and realized what he meant.

“How am I supposed to explain that, bloke? You better hope it’s dark out there!”

He just laughed as I finished my scanning of the room and came to the conclusion that it looked as we found it.

I scanned Fred really quick, letting out a quick laugh before speaking.

“I think you’ve got a little situation too, Freddie”

He raised an eyebrow and followed my eyes down, before shooting his eyes back up at me and using his hands to cover where I was looking.

“Alright, very funny.” He said, suddenly uncomfortable with the way he was standing.

“Aww it’s okay Fred, it’s totally normal”

He turned red, motioning at the door with his head.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s get out of here”

I laughed and turned towards the door, hearing the sound of him messing with his trousers as soon as my back was to him. I turned off the light at the end of my wand, unlocking and opening the door slightly, peeking out and scanning the hallway. It was still dimly lit, with no one in sight.

I beckoned Fred over with my hand as I slowly snuck out into the hallway. He followed me, softly shutting the door behind me. I stood up straight, looking at him as he scanned the hallway as well.

“I guess we better go get found then, yeah?”

“Let’s do it” I smiled at him as he grabbed my hand, intertwining them. We started down the hall and got to the top of the stairs before Ginny and Hermione came around the corner.

“Ha! Gotcha! Finally, we found you! The whole team of seekers were looking for you guys, you were the last ones!”

I laughed as Fred turned to look at me, our eyes meeting.

“I told you I had the perfect spot”

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