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spevvy · 3 months

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Although the fact I finally leapt on the CNCO train almost four weeks to the day after they officially split up is 100% on brand for my rotten luck, I'm very fortunate to have ADHD and so I have spent the last four weeks trying to cram 8 years' worth of fandom into my brain, with a level of success that has impressed even myself.

Things that especially give me extra dopamine about these doofuses:

. We don't have time for all the things I love about that idiot Vélez but I'll come back to him in a moment. In any case, let me tell you, he's such an amazing human being that I'm not 100% sure he's even real.

Stop it this instant please (don't you dare)

. Watching the official videos and still being constantly astounded at Rich's wardrobe. This is split into two levels of incredulity—a) "What the bleedin ell has he got on this time?!", and b) "There wasn't enough budget for a shirt for the poor sod again, eh?" (NB: There is rarely any budget for a shirt for Rich in any video, the poor love. Let Rich Be Warm™, FFS!) Both a) and b) are particularly evident in the Miami video, where the Rich's Shirt budget appeared to have been spent on a granny scarf. For his hair. Obvs. Because of course.

Legit son, what the fuck, did you lose a bet or something, lad?? 👀 It's like when Stewart Granger was in films in the 40s and 50s and he'd wear increasingly bonkers outfits scene after scene but he had absolutely zero confidence issues so he just owned everything like of COURSE he was gonna rock the hell out of it. Oh to have a thimbleful of Richard Camacho's self-confidence!!!!

. Every. Single. Time. I. See. Joel. Pimentel. De. León. The. Only. Thing. I. Can. Think. Is. "CABELLITO AZÚUUUUUULLLLL!!!!😭😭😭"

Never has the loss of a toy blue horse (is he just trying to not say My Little Pony, or???) ever been so heartbreaking to me 💔💔💔 Bless that small sweet boy, I just want to protect him, he takes up that one hidden sliver of maternal instinct I have lurking somewhere!! 🥹🥹🥹😭😭

. Chris' hair during the CNCO album era totally gives trans butch lesbian vibes. No I will not take questions on this. Yes I'm way more into it than I can possibly explain in polite company. Stop it, Christopher, I'm already bi. Totally here for my inadvertently genderfluid monarch.

I just want her to slam me into a wall and call me a good girl I don't know what to tell you.

. Erick Brian Colón is the visual representation of iron fist in velvet glove. He may have the face of a little angel and the biggest greenest most beautiful eyes since the invention of green - but that kid is brutal, folks!!! BRUTAL!!!!!!!!!!!

"Guess who just got MUUURRRDEEERRRRREEEDDD!"

. Two words. Lengua kiss.

Zab, sweetheart, you said it perfectly. You couldn't have improved upon it, thank you for blessing us with your lengua kisses, we are grateful.

. The amount of clever camera trickery and stage choreography involved in showing Chris actually dancing as little as possible. Before any of you come at me over this—I'm not saying Chris can't dance, I'm saying they cut around him and they do it consistently enough that it's hilariously obvious they're doing it. One of my favourite examples is in the Vevo Lite performance of Reggaetón Lento, where they just show his left elbow. Oh honey. (I marked it with a pointy finger to help you out)

I have a few theories about this but it's probably because his hips are so wiggly that if they showed them doing their thing on screen they couldn't have marketed the band to kids and that's a giant drop in revenue before they've even started. Not that I've made a study of his wiggly hips. Honestly.

. I have, however, made a very careful study of that lip-lick-into-lip-bite thing he does, and have come to the conclusion that HE is nsfw. Him. Himself. Alone. With no help. He just oozes it. Holy fudgeballs (probably). He's 100% that one guy who would openly flirt with an empty bag of crisps. "Hola, paquetito vacío de papas fritas, seguro que parece que ha pasado un tiempo desde que tuviste papas fritas dentro de ti..... te apetecería??!?!?" Seriously son, give it a rest, we're all pregnant now.

I swear to god you wouldn't be able to sit down for a fortnight. Fucking bloody hellfire. Is probably how it would be. OOOOFFFFFFFFF......

. I have literally lost count of how many times I've seen 4Ever in the last four weeks. I mean genuinely I cannot remember. I stopped counting at 12. There is no particular reason for this. I can't imagine anything that keeps my attention so solidly.

It's beautiful. I've been looking at this for five hours, now.

. "Que quiénes somos? YOU ALREADY KNOW!" My guys this has been my very problem with artists announcing themselves on their songs for at least the last decade, thank you for addressing the pointlessness of this activity but doing it anyway, I love you for it.

(Can he not? Does he ever take a day off??)

. Bringing back 90s boy band dancing with a level of aplomb I haven't witnessed since approximately 1998. And yes, I do remember. I was 15 in 1998, I was very much the target audience. Anyway, watch Mis Ojos Lloran Por Ti, it's the most authentically 90s thing I've seen since actual 90s boy band music videos.

White shirts AND white vests with black trousers in an abandoned building? ALL THEY NEED IS RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also the rap section of Mis Ojos Lloran Por Ti sounds EXACTLY like the rap section of Mysterious Girl by Peter Andre. It does. Go on, check for yourselves, I'm right about this.

. Tóxica. Just. Omg. Tóxica. It's beautiful. I dunno whose idea it was to do an acapella arrangement, but I hope they always hit the green light in traffic, because wow. What a song. (here it is if you're unfamiliar with CNCO, you've read this far, and you've never heard the song before. Even if you have, it's always worth another listen!)

Honestly it gives me proper goosebumps every single time, it's THE dopamine song for me, it just does all the things to my brain all at once. I was listening to all their songs on shuffle and all of a sudden I heard this one and I just stopped dead in my tracks like "holy SHIT what the hell....this is... this is stunning!" Like THAT was the moment I was like yep that's it folks this is MY band now, these are MY boys, they've got me for life whether they like it or not, I'm theirs, they're mine, that's how fangirls and musicians go, my guys (gender neutral).

. I am obviously not a native Spanish speaker nor am I 100% fluent in speaking, but after 4 weeks I've managed to learn a significant portion of their back catalogue and I am so goshdarned proud of myself. By comparison it's taken me about 5 years to learn most of Morat's back catalogue and I've been in the fandom since just before Balas Perdidas dropped.

Okay fine I have a whole different set of distractions with Morat (goddammit Monchi!!!!), we can't compare them, and it's not a "which band is better" thing at all cos I refuse to choose between any of my boys because they're MY BOYS. It's just nice from a personal viewpoint to feel like my Spanish level is now at a stage where I can pick up new lyrics to songs quite quickly!!! I feel like my Spanish has really improved in the last month and these doofuses are 100% to blame and I adore them for it and so many other things.

Suffice to say, I may be way too late to the party, but I think I get to be at least an honorary CNCOwner at this point. Without the smallest shred of doubt I know that I am retroactively CNCOwned, at any rate.

(ya tú sabes😉)

#Christopher Velez #Chris Velez #zabdiel de jesus #erick brian colon #joel pimentel #richard camacho #cnco #my poor everything #what even was my life befife December 14 2023?#i cant remember #it doesnt matter #nothing matters any more #everything is Christopher Briant Vélez Muñoz and nothing hurts #i love him your honor #he's just perfect #I feel like people might come at me over something here but its all with love folks #we'll see I guess #some of the gifs are mine but meh me da igual

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vibratingskull · 4 months

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Christmas Special

Tags : Fluff, tooth rotting sweet, no drama, just a treat, careful your teeth, I’m not sorry for that stupid cover, to read with hot cocoa and christmas songs

FemaleReader x Thrawn

You prepare for your Nüg soirée with your friends. You hope you thought about everything...

You look at your chrono :

19:50

You’re fashionably late. But that’s okay. You guess your friends won’t hold it against you. You take another wooden ornament and try to apply it to the wall. You descend from your chair and take a few steps back to observe your work. You applied fake snow, sprayed your windows with white sparkly paint, prepared a sappy playlist for the occasion,and hung some stockings with their na- The presents!

You rush to your little bedroom and rummage through your wardrobe. Where did you put that paper bag? Found it! You take out each present and hide them into their respective stocking. Your apartment is rather small and be a squeeze with four inside, but it will be part of the charm you decide. You go to your kitchenette and check on your fish. It's roasting nicely, you just hope the sauce won’t evaporate. You take out the plate from your oven and add some water.

That’s the moment you hear your bell ring.

“One second, please!” You wipe your hands on your apron, and go check one last time your dress and your petite dining area, the table is well dressed, you have enough chairs… You put the video of a fire in a fireplace on your wall screen, regretting not having a real one, and head towards the door. You tape your code and the door slides open, revealing Eli, Karyn and Thrawn muffled in winter coats and knitted scarves.

“Hi everybody!”

“Hi (y/n)! Happy Nüg!” Karyn shouts out.

You embrace each of them and let them enter. They all have wrapped little packages with them. You smile, they all respected the spirit.

“You make us visit?” Eli asks.

You snort, there is not much space to see!

“Welcome to my little cosy nest! You have the bedroom here, the bathroom is this way, and the living room…” You open the door “Right here!”

They enter in awe, lights into their eyes.

“It is… Sparkly…” Thrawn is his usual self, unimpressed and stoic, but he accepted to come celebrate with you so you don’t say a thing.

“It’s kitsch.” Karyn let herself fall on your sofa. “I love it!”

“(y/n), check this!”

You turn towards Eli. He’s holding Thrawn by the arm and opened their coat, they both have ridiculously hideous knitted pullovers. You hide your laugh behind your hand, eyes wide open.

“I’ve commanded them especially for the occasion!” Eli announces with a broad smile.

“And you accepted to wear it?” You ask Thrawn.

“I, unfortunately, lost a bet to Ensign Vanto. But I will keep my promise…” He sighs, defeated.

You take their coats and put them on your bed.

“So for tonight, Karyn and I take the bed and you boys will sleep on the sofa. Is it okay for everyone?” You query.

Thrawn nods.

“I’m good with that!” Karyn shout.

“Of course, you're the one who gets the bed.” Eli teases her.

You start your playlist and abandon your guest to check on your kitchen, stir fry your spiced potatoes, letting the first course and the mannala base out of the fridge. Karyn enters with a bottle in her hand.

“Hey! I brought you this, I hope it suits the occasion?”

“It’s very good, put it on the table. I- Oh no!” You look back at your fridge.

“What?” She asks, suddenly alarmed.

“I forgot the wine!” You idiot! You berate yourself.

“Problem?” Eli passes is head through the door frame.

“Yes, I forgot to buy something but I still need to cook some things for dinner!” You start to panic. Your carefully planified Nüg! And you forget one of the most important part of it.

“Oh That’s all?” He asks unfazed. “Tell us what you need and we can do it, if you want.”

You breathe, relieved.

“You would do that? Thank you. I will need you to prepare and cook the mandalas with this base, take out the foie gras from the fridge in ten minutes, and keep an eye on the salmon in the oven and the potatoes on the fire.” You say putting on your coat, scarf and woolly hat. “I should be able to manage the rest.”

“Roger that!”

“I will come with you.” Thrawn says, sliding at your side.

You let Karyn and Eli in the kitchen and exit to the elevator.

“You didn’t want to cook?” You ask.

“This is not one of my fortes.” He confesses

You grin at this revelation. You push the door and arrive outside, you're instantly welcomed with an icy cold wind and temperatures well below -10°. You scrub your hands together, your breath producing vapor. You look at the dark night through the pollution clouds and catch sight of twinkling stars. It is a good night for Nüg.

“We’ll take a community shuttle. I know a good cellarman from my homeworld.” You indicate.

You arrive at the same time of the shuttle and jump inside, Thrawn on your heels. You take a seat and pat the one next to you, he sat down, hiding to the best of his abilities the hideous sweater. It just makes you laugh.

The shuttle takes off and all the lights of Coruscant blurs with the motion.

“So, what is Nüg precisely?”

You turn your head towards Thrawn with an expression of surprise.

“I’m surprised you didn’t search about it yourself.”

“I did, but I want now to hear it from you. It is not a celebration from Coruscant nor the inner regions, I comprehend.”

“No, it originated from my planet and sprayed a little to the ones next to it but not far away. It’s a celebration for families and couples during the darkest days of the year to drive away shadows and the Kanüg.”

He raises his eyebrow.

“The Kanüg?”

“It’s a metaphor for the cold, death and greed. He wore a shroud and rang a bell with a mallet.” You explain. “We say his bell can charm anyone and he uses it to kidnap people, that's why we use bells in the music, to create harmonics and deafening his.”

He nods.

"Normally I should have conserved a log large enough to burn for twelve hours during the whole year to bring luck, but in those apartments you thought…"

"I read it was overtaken by another célébration?"

You agree.

"Yes, this one comes from the early alien colonizers that tried to assimilate our culture to theirs. But we never stopped celebrating Nüg! In fact we are trying to get back to its original roots and detach ourselves from the commercial version each year but we've lost so much.

"With the help of the Empire ?"

"Yes, it pushes for the reinstatement of human customs. I think it's a good idea."

He doesn't answer, looking straight in front of him. You arrive at your stop.

"What else can you tell me about it?” He demands, burying his hands in his pocket. Despite that his coat is open and his scarf is undone, he’s clearly more comfortable than you in the cold.

You rack your brain, searching in your childhood memory.

“Well, we usually eat salmon which is the fish of knowledge and renaissance. Adults drink warm spiced wine, the children get hot cocoa, we burn candles in a epicea. You can hang holly or mistletoe. You’re supposed to let the brooms outside of the house for the fairies to ride. For dessert you can have an orange or an apple… Oh yeah! I’ve planned a little workshop decoration for us all tonight… Thrawn?” You remarks he’s not at your side anymore.

You trace back your step, and find him face towards the sky.

“What’s wrong?”

“It is snowing.”

You frown and lift your eyes. Indeed, you could see some snowflakes starting to fall. You look back at Thrawn. Eyes fixated on the sky, it’s like a child who discovers snow for the first time but you guess it’s throwing him back in memories of his homeworld. You don’t have the heart to tell him it’s probably fake snow, you doubt it’s even cold. You’ve never heard of snowfall on Coruscant…

“Come, we’re close.” You say softly.

You finally enter the little shop, shaking yourself to get rid of the snow and Thrawn hurt his head against the little bells at the entrance.

“Good evening!” You see the owner behind his counter, placing back some bottles “What can I do for you?”

“Happy Nüg!” You greet.

The human lifts his head from his hands, eyes sparkling.

“Happy Nüg little Miss! How’s your evening going?” He asks with a broad smile.

“Pretty great, thank you! We were wondering if you could make it even better?”

“Say no more! I have a special arrival directly from the homeworld, you will tell me about it!”

He goes inside a room in the back and comes back with a box he put on the counter and takes out three glasses.

“You have the time for tasting?”

“Well…” You turn towards Thrawn.

“I doubt Ensign Vanto and Miss Faro would burn the apartment during this period of time.”

“Then yes!” You acquiesce.

You spent the next thirty minutes tasting different red and white wines, sniffing their scents, observing their reflections and tints, associating them with different cheeses, dried sausages and nuts.

“This one will perfectly match with spices.”

“Oh really?”

“That one will harmonize well with a fish…”

Thrawn tastes, sniffs and observes with you, expressing his opinion with laconic answers. You smile as you see his mouth tan from all this red wine before realizing it should happens to your teeth too, you hide them behind your hand.

You finalize your choice over three bottles and exit the shop with the benedictions of the owner, you wave him goodbye and head towards the stop. Thrawn is nice enough to hold the bottles for you, you're walking in the street as you hear music coming from restaurants. It is not holyday’s music but the effect is nice with the falling fake snow! Suddenly you see a stand selling sugar-coated chestnuts.

“Oh you have to taste those!” You claim, rushing to the stand.

You buy a cone and immediately bite into one of those goodies, letting the sugary sweetness sprays into your mouth. You hold one for Thrawn to taste, he leans over and bite it directly into your hand. You feel your face heating up as your fingers brush with his lips. You quickly pull off your hands, embarrassed, He takes the time to savor it and nods appreciatively.

“This is not bad.” He decides.

You nudge him to not speak with his mouth full. You get back to the apartment sharing the delicious cone and speaking of sweet nothing. Or you speaked and he listened, rather.

You come home to a delectable aroma. Karyn is setting the table, lighting the candles, while Eli puts on your apron and is tending to the cooking.

“Everything is ready!” He chants.

You check on the courses, put the mannalas into the oven and call your guests to dine. Thrawn sabres the wine and champagne with an expert hand, You lift your glass.

“Thank you to you three for coming to celebrate Nüg with me this year! It means a lot to me.”

“Happy Nüg!” Eli answers

“Thanks for sharing this bit of your culture with us.” Thrawn ads.

“Thanks for inviting us!” Karyn finishes.

You clink your glasses together and start to dine. Conversations are going well, chit chatting about nothing and everything, work, politics, family, friends, trying to guess the presents you brought… Courses follow each other smoothly, champagne flowing freely, the playlist still going.

Soon enough you’re all playing cards with hot cocoas, waiting for the mannalas and Kouign-Amann to cool down. At some point Thrawn leaves the room with his glasses to lean on your balcony. You join him with a plaid that you put on both of your shoulders. He turns his head towards you in a swift motion before looking back at the light of the planet city.

“Everything’s good ?” You investigate with a sweet tone.

“Yes, I was just submerged by old memories from my world…” He replies.

“I’m sure you will meet them again someday!” You nudge closer to him.

“I do not doubt it either.” He declares, eyes full of assurance.

You look at him with a smile, you will cherish those memories forever. A cold sensation suddenly bites your cheeks, you raise your head frowning, and see real snowflakes falling from the sky.

“It’s snowing!” You shout gleefully.

You all gather on the balcony to observe this little, but how so precious Nüg miracle.

Merry christmas to all! I wish you the best!

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar@thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @Cortisolcosplay

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth’raw’nuruodo #thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn x f!reader #karyn faro #eli vanto #fanfic #vibratingskull

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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 2 years

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I’m a shameless Rollynch Simp. Make the evil rich people YANDERES please.

Number 13… please

god I’m glad this is anonymous

A smile a day won’t keep the Maniacs away

Summary: who knew being nice at work would get you screwed over so bad

Prompt: “Now…..what shall we do now that you are all tied up?”

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @cuzimacomedian @auburnwrites

Warnings: THIS IS YANDER! IF IT MAY TRIGGER DONT READ

An: not full smut, but heavily implied that it’s what happens next

Moving to Florida was a mistake. You had little money, no family, no friends, and no idea of how to make it on your own.

Your second mistake was getting a job at the small coffee shop. At the time it didn’t seem to bad, not super busy and the owner was kind, but it was also where you met Seth and Becky.

They came in every day at the same time, and at first they didn’t give you much of a thought, but soon you noticed they were giving you a lot more of their attention. Always striking up a conversation, and always leaving you a generous tip. And you had to admit, you had a small crush on the couple, but who wouldn’t? They are the definition of hot!

You were stocking some things in the back when you coworker picked their head I’m the door. “Your 8 o’clock is here.” You sighed but went to the front, seeing the couple standing at the counter.

“Good morning!” You greeted with your best smile.

“Well, good morning y/n.” Seth smiled as you walked up.

“The regular?” When they both nodded, you began making the drinks.

“Hey y/n, how long have you lived in town?” Seth asked, making you look up at him.

“A year.”

“And you haven’t made any friends?” You were slightly taken aback, but Becky quickly cut in.

“We walk around town a lot, and we noticed we’ve never actually seen you anywhere but here. It’s a great city, I think you’d like it.”

“I guess I’ve just never had the time.” You said, handing over their two drinks.

“What if we showed you around?” Becky offered.

“I don’t know-“

“It would be fun, and you could see the great things around town.” Seth explained as he paid for the drinks, as well as sliding you a 50 for a tip. Suddenly you felt guilty.

“Ok.” You agreed, watching their faces light up.

“Great! Why don’t we meet in front of the shop tonight at 8?” Becky asked. You nodded, waving a goodbye to the couple as they left.

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‘Maybe they forgot?’ You told yourself, standing against the wall of the coffee shop. The street you were on was very busy, and you were thankful that it wasn’t. Less people to see you standing there alone like an idiot.

“Definitely an idiot.” You mumbled, pushing yourself off the wall. You wondered if the couple had played some sick joke. Would you see them again tomorrow? Would they apologize, or laugh at the fact that you thought they wanted something to do with you? Maybe they just wouldn’t show up, deciding to never see you again.

You watched your feet as you walked, not paying much attention. You walked by an open ally, and you felt someone grab you. Before you could react a hand was over your mouth, and you were fully pulled into the ally.

“Calm down, we’ve got you.” A voice whispered. You felt a small pinch in your neck, and as the world went dark you thought to yourself that you recognized the voice.

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You didn’t want to open your eyes. Your head hurt, and you felt like you had an awful hangover. You tried to move, but you felt a tug in your arms and legs, making your frown. You opened yo ur eyes a bit, thankful that the room was very bright. However, you quickly realized you didn’t recognize the room. You looked down yourself and realized you were laid out on a bed in nothing but underwear and a bra. Your arms and legs stretched out and tied to the bed.

“Oh my god.” You whispered, trying to pull on your bindings, but you were truly stuck. Your tried to think about how you got here, but you couldn’t remember. You remember waiting for Seth and Becky, you remember walking home, you remember…

You turned your head when you heard foot steps. You were met with both Seth and Becky walking towards you. You started to panic, pulling on your restraints more. Seth was quick to be at your side, on his knees to be closer to you.

“Relax, your ok.” He let his hand run lightly over your arm while you just stared at him.

“Babe, give her some space. She just woke up.” Becky told him, but he just rolled his eyes at her.

“I was trying to calm her down.” He stood up and walked back over to her. They talked to each other for a bit while you looked around, quickly finding out you weren’t going to get out of the binds.

“Why am I here?”

Both of them froze and turned to look at you. “Because we love you.” Becky stated, both of them walking closer.

“I don’t understand…” you whimpered as they were both right next to you.

“We know, but that’s why you are here. At first we didn’t see it, just another barista in a coffee shop. But we heard you talking to a coworker, about just moving here.”

“And we decided to look more into it.” Seth continued after Becky. “You are completely alone, no one to help you. And you seemed so helpless, we just want to help.”

“Please let me go.” You begged, but Becky quickly shushed you.

“No, baby. You need us. Think about it, no minimal wage job, no bills, no worries. Just the two of us that will worship the ground you walk on.”

“We will make you so happy, I promise.” Seth said, running a hand over your face.

“I want to go home.” You watched as both of their faces fell at your words.

“Did you hear anything we just said?” Seth asked, frowning at you.

“It’s ok Seth, we knew this may happen.” Becky stood up and pulled her husband with her. “But I’m sure we can convince her that she is home, after all, we’ve imagined how sweet she may taste.” Seth looked over Becky’s shoulder to lock eyes with you.

“Your right. Now y/n…..what shall we do now that you are all tied up?”

#fanfiction #request #wwe #seth rollins x reader #becky lynch x reader #seth and becky #becky lynch #seth rollins #Seth Rollins x reader x Becky Lynch #rollynch #Rollynch x reader #Yandere #oneshots #yandere!seth rollins #yandere!becky lynch

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danime25 · 4 months

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Santa Baby

ao3 // normal masterlist // christmas masterlist

*Summary: The Nice Guys Agency was on the case again. This time to get a lead, Healy dresses up like Santa Claus. Hijinks ensue for him

*Rating: T for Teen

*Content/Tags: Crack, General Holland Mischief

*Status: Drabble/Complete

“You look fine. No one’s gonna know.” Holland said, waving his hands around

“I look like an idiot, March.” Healy gave his partner a look. ‘If this wasn’t for an investigation, I’d kill you’, that kind of look

“You just look like a normal mall Santa Claus.” Holland lit up a cigarette, leaning against the tiled wall, “Now let’s go before we lose track of our lead.”

“March I swear… fine. But isn’t going to look a little fucking weird if I’m dressed up like Santa and walking around the place, and you’re dressed like it’s just another fucking day in LA?”

“Yeah.” Holland shrugged a little bit, “But I didn’t bring anything else.”

“Fuck. You.”

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“Here. This way, Santa.”

“You’re on real fucking thin ice.” Healy muttered under his breath

“Now that’s no way to talk. What if a child heard you?”

“Then I would apologize. You? I care less about.”

“There you are! About time you got back from lunch.” One of Santa’s elves came and pushed Healy away from Holland

“Shit.” Holland said between gritted teeth. “Healy,” every call for his partner getting more frantic and desperate.

“I think you got me confused.” Healy tried to tell the worker

“Listen I’ve got 50 screaming brats wondering where the hell Santa went, now get your ass back over there.” The worker looked into Healy’s eyes without a shred of compassion

“Okay. Fine.” Healy sighed and followed the worker. The kids screamed at the sight of Healy pretending to be Santa. He sat in the big chair and waited for the first kid to get through the line. A little girl practically hopped into his lap and started listing off all the gifts she wanted.

“You promise I’ll get everything?”

“Uh…” Healy darted his eyes back and forth, “I promise to try?”

“Okay, thank you Santa!” She smiled and hugged him before the two posed for a picture. Then they paraded the next kid in, and the next one. Healy didn’t ever want to hear the words jack in a box or raggedy ann again in his life. The next person walked in and Healy nearly lost it in that instant.

“March what the fu…”

“Fudge! We love fudge here at the North Pole!” One of the workers tried to cover up Healy’s swear

“What do you want,” Every word of Healy’s was punctuated by the air sucked in between his teeth

“Well,” Holland starts to say before sitting on Healy’s lap. They both realize as he makes contact that Holland has a bulge in his pants

“What the fu…dge. I swear to… Mrs. Claus.”

“All I want for Christmas… is to spend the day with my partner and daughter.”

“That sounds really nice for your partner and your daughter.” Healy replied

“Thanks Santa.” He hugged the other man as the camera flashed. They guided Holland out and towards the table where he could buy prints of the photos. Healy’s eyes followed after Holland for a while until they sat the next kid down on his lap. A boy, who clearly didn’t want to meet Santa. Healy tried to laugh, but that only seemed to bother the kid more. So much so that Healy felt a warmth spread across his leg and he lifted the kid up. The mom took her son into her arms and scolded him quietly, before turning to apologize to Healy.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Matthew, apologize to Santa.”

“Sorry.” The kid mumbled

“It’s fine.” Healy sighed and got up, “I need to clean up.”

“Okay. Five minutes.” The cameraman tells Healy. Healy gets up and walks away from the set. He gets around the corner where Holland laid in wait.

“Jesus. Fucking scaring me March.”

“Thought you’d want your clothes back.” Holland lifted a stack up into the air, which Healy yanked from his grip quickly. He went to the bathroom and shoved the Santa costume into the trash on his way out. Holland dangled something in Healy’s face and Healy squinted to look at it

“March. What the fuck is this?”

“Our picture. Something for Holly.”

“I swear to god March, you better sleep with one eye open from now on.”

“It’s not that bad, you’re even smiling!” Holland smiled, definitely not helping his case

“Give that to me.” Healy tried to wrestle the stupid picture out of Holland’s grasp

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cosmic-glow · 2 years

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Hey, about the drabbles, how about the 22 for Eddie?? If that's okay for you, of course. I love your writing, have a nice day ;)

Notes: Aw, thanks lovely! I love Eddie so I hope you enjoy the drabble, good reading!

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"Why do you only call me when you’re high?" - Eddie Munson Drabble

Warnings: gn!reader; bad language; drug mentions (duh); SFW.

The clock on the wall read 7:50 pm as you recall, night was already imminent on that cold autumn day. There was a thick fog outside your bedroom window, you smiled as you remembered it was the perfect setting for a horror movie and turned your focus to the book in your hands, and at almost the same moment the phone rang downstairs. A chill quickly ran down your spine, you were alone in the house, it was already getting dark and there was a fog that didn't allow you to see the other side of the street from your house, much less between the trees in the forest, the scenery was almost the same as in the movie Panic. “Stop being an idiot, Y/n. It's just the damn phone” - you thought, trying to calm down before heading down the stairs.

"Hello?" - you said when you answered before it rang again, already looking out the window, but it was useless, you couldn't see anything but the porous white in the night. No one answered, which made you even more anxious, already mentally cursing at the thought that it could be a damn prank by some stupid child in boredom. "Hello?!" - you repeated, already impatient.

- Ah… - the person sighed on the other end of the line - Hi, Y/n, what are you doing, cutie? - he said softly.

You recognized the voice and were relieved for a brief moment before getting annoyed at how apprehensive you were a few seconds ago at his delay in responding.

- What do you want, Eddie? - You said closing the curtain and going to the living room sofa. - Hey, what's up? Were you waiting for someone's call to get so annoyed with mine? - He laughed and the call squeaked a little. - No, I didn't expect anyone's call actually, it's late. - Late? You should hang out with me more, then you'd know it's never too late - He laughed again, a half-silly, airy laugh, which made you suspicious at the same moment. - Eddie… are you high? - you don't know what in your sentence was comical but the man laughed a lot on the other end of the line. - I'm always high my love, I thought you'd gotten used to it - and this time you could hear him taking another drag.

You sat on the couch and let out a long sigh, wondering whether or not he had exaggerated this time, worrying for him since he didn't. “Y/n? Are you still there?" - he said, finding your silence strange.

- I am… can I ask you another question, Eddie? - Of course, beautiful - he let out the smoke he was holding in his lungs - whatever you want. - Why do you only call me when you’re high?

Munson watched the smoke that left his lips join the dense fog of the night and disappear into the starry sky, thinking about your question a smile formed on his lips. Why did he always call you? He held the cigarette between his icy fingers, his only source of warmth against that cold night wind, close to his lips, the answer was so obvious.

- Because you're the only person I can't forget even when I high, but you're also the only person I can only talk to without stuttering if I'm high, that's why I always call you. - … And is there anything in particular you want to talk to me about that you need to be high for? - you said after a long pause. - Well that depends… - Depends on what? - Your answer be "yes". - But I don't even know what it is! - You laughed. - So I don't talk, I'm not that high yet - he argued. - Okay, I say yes then - you gave in. - ... Want to go out with me this Friday?

You couldn't help but laugh before saying anything.

- Yes, Eddie, I do. - Great… great - he repeated, trying to convince himself of what just happened. You couldn't see it but you knew Eddie was smiling at that moment, a silly, naive smile just like the one on your face.

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fangirlika · 1 year

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Prompt List ⋆｡°✩

(please send requests, you can also choose two or three prompts at once if they go together <3)

Prompts

1. “Would it kill you to blink?”

2. “You do realise that we aren’t exclusive, right?”

3. “Pinky swear, seriously?”

4. “Are you cold?”

5. “I love you but you really are an idiot.”

6. “My eyes are up here.”

7. “Did I do something to upset you?”

8. “Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.”

9. “If we weren’t in public right now…”

10. “Yes, as soon as we’re both sober.”

11. “I can’t concentrate if you look at me like that.”

12. “I take it you like what you see.”

13. “You could kiss it to make it better.”

14. “I told you, eventually you would start begging.”

15. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

16. “Maybe, I like you a little more than I originally planned.”

17. “Do you not know the cowboy-hat-rule?”

18. “I need to go. “

19. “Do you come here often?” “Yes, I live here.”

20. “Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was just moments ago. “

21. “Get on your knees.”

22. “This can’t get any worse, can it?” “Sure it can, just give me a minute.”

23. “I hope you don’t take that dress off later because I’m going to fuck you in it.”

24. “This is about as effective as putting a band-aid on a bullet wound.”

25. “Well, I prefer you naked but that dress also looks breathtaking.”

26. “I never even dared to dream about something like this.”

27. “I always knew you had a choking kink.”

28. “Do I know you?” “Yes, we had sex.”

29. “This sounds like a marriage proposal.”

30. “I know this was all fake but… it felt oddly real to say that I love you.”

31. “To this day I fail to understand how he pulled her.”

32. “How you managed to make me fall for you is still beyond me.”

33. “I know this was fake but… it felt oddly real to say that I love you.”

34. “Do you come here often?” “I live here.”

35. “You’re beautiful.”

36. “I thought you could be my date.” “What gave you that impression?”

37. “I don’t like you.” “Well, finally something we can agree on.”

38. “I respectfully don’t care.”

39. “Can you shut up for one moment, I’m trying to ask you to marry me.”

40. “I might be drunk right now but I know for sure that I’m in love with you.”

41. “That is a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”

42. “Care to dance?”

43. “I’m yours, entirely yours.”

44. “Did you just run into a wall?”

45. “I need a drink.”

46. “You kissed me.” “You kissed me back.”

47. “Your taste in men/women is horrible.”

48. “Oh, you’re still alive.” “Don’t sound so disappointed.”

49. “Can you even drive?”

50. “You’re both so smart and yet so dumb.”

51. “Go fuck yourself.” “Gladly.”

52. “The stuff you heard about me are probably lies, I’m way worse.”

53. “That is the problem! You think you don’t deserve something so you ruin it.”

54. “Oh, so your mouth was working just fine when it was moaning my name last night but now it can’t even give me a simple response?”

55. “What? Am I not getting a good-luck-kiss?”

56. “Beg for it.”

57. “Are you high?”

58. “Breathe.”

59. “Is that my shirt?”

60. “Are you flirting with me?” “Thanks for finally noticing…”

61. “Is there any chance I could take you out to dinner?”

62. “I am just showing him what’s mine, love.”

63. “You make me smile, and also super horny but that’s not the point.”

64. “Take it.”

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summernightslulibabee · 2 years

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Summer Nights - (Solangelo Fanfiction) - Chapter One: afterparty

NICO

Okay. This is fine. This is all fine. Things happen. Suppression often brings upon impulsive explosions of our inner conscious when mixed with alcohol, so I'm not insane! I'm just suppressed. That's what happens when you go 18 years without sexual activities.

At least, I was suppressed.

I knew I was a fucking idiot to go to that party. I knew exactly what I would find—drunk Neanderthals desperately humping each other, primal instinct on full display as if their lives were dependent on it, and a musty cloud of axe body spray. And that's exactly what I encountered.

But, my step-sister Hazel...let's just say she's not new to it. Plus, it was graduation night for her and she just got dumped by her newest addition to our lives(what an exciting 2 months those were). She was on a weirdly sad high, and would rather be on a chemically-induced one.

I didn't want to go. I told her I didn't want to go! But then she rambled about how when she leaves for college, I'll regret this bonding experience, and also that if I keep on going like this, I'll have wild 20s...blah, blah, blah. I was backed into a corner.

So, she made me take my first ever shot from whatever disease-ridden bottle she pulled from under her bed, and...

And now I'm doing the walk of shame at 6 AM, eyeliner smudged down my face, and my shirt completely unbuttoned. My pores have never felt so clogged(thanks to Hazel's pre-gaming followed with the words, 'plleeeaasee let me do your makeup!').

I shudder thinking about the events leading up to 2 hours ago. I can't believe I could have been so stupid.

I may have...sort of...hooked up with the quarterback, Will Solace. Remember those Neanderthals I was talking about? Yeah.

He's practically hopeless and everyone feeds off of it. Every girl is practically in love with him. He's like a fucking golden retriever, there seems to be nothing in his head. The only time I've ever really talked to him before is when he paid me $50 to write his essay—only because my best friend, Reyna, who usually does it for him, was out for two weeks with the flu.

He has never had to work for anything in life. His family is rich and powerful, he's got a natural talent when it comes to throwing footballs I guess, and he's okay-looking. Okay, maybe he's alright. Or Gorgeous. Sculpted by the Gods.

So what if he's attractive? His personality is as complex as a nerd rope, and that's all that really matters.

But the biggest kicker—he's straight. Of course I know that people stay in the closet for ages, and I didn't expect me to be the only raging homosexual in a school of 700, but Will Solace? It just seemed...hard to believe.

Oh Christ. My first kiss was Will fucking Solace. The first guy I've ever...

Shit, shit, shit. I feel like I should wash my mouth out with soap. And take several baths. At least I didn't go all the way with Will, but I still definitely went to a certain extent. And it wasn't until we were about to go all the way when I realized exactly what I was doing—so I screamed and ran out of the room.

I want to slam my head into a wall.

I had it all planned out since I was little! I would go on a crazy romantic date with a guy I liked, and I would have my first kiss under the stars, and we would hold hands ,and talk about philosophy, and make a joke about how they all speak of marriage as some cursed thing but we could probably make it work—

That's besides the point. My life has been planned out for ages, and it was supposed to be nice. Now my first kiss is a drunken make-out session with a douche-y jock who will probably threaten my life if I ever mention he's the tiniest bit fruity. And not only was it a make-out sesh, but he saw me. Things only a husband should see.

I'm never drinking again. I'm never going to a party again. I'm definitely never speaking to Will, and I'm going to spend the rest of my Summer trying to forget that moment. And how it felt. How it felt like how the angels sing.

Gah! I can't be thinking of this right now.

As soon as I open the front door, I'm bombarded by my parents.

My dad stands with his arms crossed, his glasses on the tip of nose. My step-mom, Marie, stares disapprovingly, her eyes practically red with anger.

"Where have you been all night?" He asks.

I blink. "Study group." My voice is way more hoarse than expected. My heart's also pounding. I've never lied to my parents before.

"A study group? Until 6 in the morning?" He raises an eyebrow and takes a step towards me. Then, his faces scrunches up in confusion as he brings up a finger and wipes the skin under my eye, a black stain remaining on his fingertip as he draws it away. "I-is this eyeliner?"

I instinctively take a step back, putting my hand between the two of us. My breath probably smelt like alcohol and...does that certain thing have a smell? Oh God. I'm hopeless. "U-uh, yes. We ended up playing dungeons and dragons once we finished reviewing," I force a smile. "I was in character."

"Studying? School just ended," Marie frowns.

"They were helping me study for...The R.T. Internship."

"Oh," Dad straightens his back. "It's just odd. Considering Hazel went to the end of the year party last night."

"Oh...was that last night?" I nervously laugh.

Footsteps bang down the stairs, and Hazel turns into the main room wearing her pajamas. She seemed to have gotten home just a bit earlier. "Wassup," she winks on her way to the kitchen, clearly trying not to be involved.

"Hazel," Marie calls out. "Was Nico at the party?"

"No mom!" She yells from the kitchen. "He was probably studying."

I keep a fake smile on as Marie lets out a breath and puts her hands in the air in surrender. "Fine! Fine," she crosses her arms. "I believe you."

I slightly bow. "Thank you, thank you," I say, immediately heading up towards the stairs. At this point, I just want to take a shower and brush my teeth.

However, Hazel exits the kitchen at the same exact time, holding a bowl of cereal. In effort to save the ground from milk, I jump back, accidentally causing my jacket to fall off my shoulders a slight bit, creating a perfect angle for anything in my pockets to slip out. And almost immediately, a slap hits the ground.

Staring at the object, I wish a hole would open up in the earth and swallow me. Marie instinctively bends down to grab it, until she realizes.

"Is that...a condom?" Dad asks, tilting his head to the side.

"Put it on me," he hands it over.

"What's this for?" I examined the package. "I can't get pregnant."

"Do you think you're the only person I've done this with? I'm just being cautious," he bends over. "Don't tell me you don't know what a condom is for?"

And then I immediately scrambled out of the room. I suppose, in my hurry, I had just stuffed the thing in my jacket pocket.

My mouth's hanging open like an idiot as Hazel snickers, eating her cereal as she walks up the stairs.

This day couldn't get worse.

—

"You're grounded," dad rants off. "You will only go from here and to the internship."

I bow my head in shame, hoping the red would disappear. "Fine!"

"We're happy you were at least being...protective," Marie utters uncomfortably.

"You're a good kid, Nico," dad sighs, sitting down in front of me. "The last thing we want is you wasting away your life on parties. You have a good thing going with this program. The school could only choose two people and they chose you! Do you really want to go down this path of recklessness? You aren't like everyone else in your grade, you know. And just because you're 18 now doesn't mean squat. You still have another year left in school."

I really do feel bad. My parents worked hard to get me into the private school I'm in. The deal is that I can do whatever I want—as soon as school is over. Like with Hazel.

Due to Goode Private School and its many connections, the school issued a writing internship for a magazine's, named R.T., Political-Teen section—all that was required was a resume along with 3 written pieces over different prompts. The program would choose 2 of the best entries.

Here I am.

"It was one party! And it was boring and not fun," I admit. "I completely understand, okay? I'm focused on R.T. from here on out."

"And you can't focus on R.T. if you get a girl pregnant," Marie shakes her head. "So cut off whatever is going on."

"Trust me," I let out a sigh. "It's cut off."

"It's not Reyna, is it?"

"She's just a friend, dad," I groan. "And she's a lesbian."

Marie awkwardly brushes her hair back behind her ear. "Well, whoever it was..."

"Nothing happened!"

"I'm just saying that—"

"I don't need the sex talk," I frown.

"Fine! Fine," Marie nods. "But you can talk to your father anytime...you know...if you get—"

"Stop, stop, stop!" I put my hands over my ears, standing suddenly. "I can come to you guys. I'm grounded. I understand. Is that all?"

They share an awkward look, and turn back to me. By their relaxed positions, I assume I'm good to go and squeeze past them.

I'm honestly just looking forward to sleeping—they can give me any punishment they want as long as it means I can close my eyes. I fantasize about sleep my entire jog up the stairs and into my bedroom, and as soon as my head hits the pillow, I shut my eyes and try to sink into my own private dreamland.

Key word: tried.

The events of last night play vividly like I'm watching them in a movie theatre.

"You're actually pretty cute when you aren't hiding your face," his voice echoes, his veiny hands stroking my hair behind my ear.

My eyes immediately open.

"Seriously?" I can't help but express. I try one more time.

After a few seconds, a thought pops back into my mind.

His lips are on my neck as I bite my lip. It's almost like I can still feel the goosebumps and his hand gripping my thigh. I accidentally let out a moan, to which he responds, "not so quiet now, are you?"

I fly up, hitting my head with a pillow. Fuck Will Solace and fuck that party. Now he's fucking with my sleep. That's an entire new level of irritation. I swiftly grab my phone, press a contact, and smash it to my ear.

"Hi, Nico," says a voice.

"Reyna, I have something to tell you."

"We'll be there in two secs."

"We'll?"

"Thalia's over!"

"Well, you guys can't come over here."

"W-why?"

"Grounded."

There's a ruffle on the other end of the call. "Grounded? You?" I heart Thalia snort. "Did Hell freeze over? What'd you do?"

"That's included in the 'I have something to tell you' package."

Thalia and Reyna have been dating for a year. Considering last night was graduation for them, I'm not surprised they spent it together. To be honest, I was kind of sad last night. I'm just now a senior, and the fact that I have to be without them the next year sounds exhausting. I don't have many friends. I'll practically be alone.

Reyna and I have been best friends ever since she moved in next door when I was in 6th and she was in 7th, and we bonded over a mutual love for D&D. We even dated the next year, but it ended in the both of us coming out to each other. Reyna was always shy like me. At least, until Thalia joined our group. Reyna's...changed. She even got a tattoo. Wears leather.

The next thing I know, a thud hits the window. I scramble off the bed and to the source of the sound, looking down below to Thalia in her pajamas trying to balance a ladder. Reyna stands behind her, her eyes wide in shock at her girlfriend.

I guess now she evens sneaks into houses.

To be fair, yes, I was upset my best friend graduated high school, and yes, I'm slightly upset that she's having a rebellious phase. Maybe that's one of the dominos that fell that made me eventually end up at the party.

I slide open my window, a panic falling over me. I literally just got grounded from��partying and now I'm sneaking in two lesbians into my bedroom. This was the weirdest day ever.

They eventually make it up all the way to my room, Thalia jumping in like it's nothing, and assisting Reyna in also coming in. Reyna swiftly grabs my chin and stares down at me.

"Why are you wearing eyeliner?" She observes.

"You know, it kinda fits," Thalia nods.

"I went to Zhang's party last night," I rub my temples. "Hazel dragged me."

"Y-you went to a party?" Reyna's eyes widen. "You hate the idea of parties. You think they're just full of Neanderthals—"

"Hazel's been trying to get me to go to a party since freshman year," I try to explain. "She's leaving for college any day now. I felt bad!"

"I'll go get makeup wipes from her," Thalia stands with a sigh, heading out the bedroom door. She's back within a few minutes.

Reyna pulls one from the package and presses it onto my face. "Okay, so you're grounded. What gave it away?"

"Well, for starters, I just got home," I frown. "And also..."

"Also?" Thalia waits.

I cringe and pull away from Reyna's hand, burying my face into my pillow. "A condom fell out of my pocket."

The girls go silent, only giving me way more anxiety than I originally had. Slowly, I raise my head to peek at them. They're both equally as shocked, eyes wide.

"So that's why your voice sounds like that," Thalia snorts.

"W-was it used?"

"No! But...almost," I chew on my bottom lip.

Thalia tries to hide her smile. "So much for waiting for marriage."

"You almost had sex?" Reyna's voice lowers to a whisper. "Nico, just a few days ago you were talking about an underground city you built in Minecraft, now you're getting laid?"

"You sound like my parents," Thalia lightly nudges her.

"I stopped it, didn't I?" I respond defensively.

"I don't judge you but...who? You hate every guy in this town," Reyna tilts her head to the side. "Besides Percy."

"That's the predicament," I hang my head in shame.

Reyna breaks out into a grin. "My god, you hooked up with Percy?"

Percy Jackson. The guy I've been hopelessly in love with since middle school. Captain of the swimming team, and ruler of my dreams—he's got shaggy black hair and sea-green eyes. The hottest, most respectful guy you'd ever meet. His house is just down the street.

It happened summer of 8th grade. I was reading at the park before a bunch of guys came over and started messing with me. Just as douchey mcshitpants threw me to the ground, a loud thud smacked the air, and for once it wasn't me. Standing like a superhero, his hair flowing in the wind, there he was. He was a freshman at the time, and hit the growth spurt before any other high schoolers.

"Fuck off!" He yelled as the delinquents scrambled off. "Do you think this is funny? I'll fucking show you what's funny!"

However, they were all running off, scared shitless. As soon as he turned to face me, his face softened and he offered a hand. "Nico, right?" His voice says softly. I slid my hand into his as he helped me up to my feet. "Those guys are jerks. Oh shit, your book!"

I stared in awe as he bent down to pick up the dirty book, dusting it off with his letterman. "Yo! I love Harry Potter!" He exclaims when he sees the cover.

I nervously laugh.

"Well, I gotta go," he runs his fingers through his hair and hands me back the book with his other hand. "I'll see you around, Nico!"

And ever since then, sparks fly in my stomach whenever I'm around him. Last night was his graduation too. And I did see him at the party.

"No," I sigh, in present-time. "Not Percy."

Reyna blinks and looks at Thalia. Thalia looks from her to me. "Give up the dets," she pushes me lightly. "Who was it?"

"Before I tell you, please remember that we didn't go all the way; it was just some making out and well, other stuff, but there was no pene—"

"Shut the fuck up and tell us already!"

"Will Solace," I admit and shrink into my bed. "I hooked up with Will Solace."

They go quiet again. Reyna's face is horrified but Thalia is gaping with a smile twitching at the end of her lips.

"You hate Will Solace," Reyna says slowly. "You've hated him since forever. He's flirted with every girl under the sun. He cheats on all of his assignments. His family is the richest...most powerful people in the town. He's...Percy's best friend."

My face goes red. "I know, okay? I know."

"Is he a good kisser?" Thalia asks with genuine interest.

My minds fall back to his tongue, my moans against his lips, and the sheer feeling that I could collapse in his arms in any second. Touching his skin was like touching something holy and greater, and being kissed by him was like having a spiritual awakening of bliss and realizing everything you've been missing out on in the world.

"He's okay," I shrug.

Reyna picks up on the fact that I'm lying but protest. "Well, you can't turn back now," she says. "I just hope his dad doesn't find out, y'know."

Allistair Solace basically ran a monopoly inside the town of Goode. He owned half of the important businesses and was a regular attendant of church. He's powerful and religious. Not exactly a warm example of a loving dad.

"I'm not even out at school. I think he'll trust me not to tell anyone," I nervously say. "Hopefully. I just can't sleep knowing what I did. I feel so dirty."

"Our little whore," Thalia throws an arm around my neck and rubs my head with her fist.

I sneak out from under her. "I've been up for 24 straight hours," I swat her hand. "I need to sleep. Without thinking about it."

"I've got melatonin!" Thalia spends around to grab her small carry-on bag, digging a small bottle from her backpack. She hands it over. "When's your internship thing start?"

I rub my eyes and fight the child's lock. "Tomorrow. 8 am."

"Do you know who the other kid is?" Thalia asks curiously.

"Hopefully not an idiot," I sigh. "Considering I have to write pieces with them."

Reyna snorts. "You hate working with people."

"I don't have a choice. This internship is important," I say. "Not only does it help with scholarships, but I could start out as soon as I'm out of college. It's practically the internship of my future."

"Make sure to set extra alarms," Thalia cringes. "Hopefully you don't sleep all day."

I lower my head darkly. "I'm such an idiot."

"Imagine partying before the first day of the most important program of your life," Reyna nudges me.

"I didn't plan to get drunk! Or to make-out with Will," I cringe again.

"Get your sleep little one," Thalia pats my head, pushing off the ground and offering a hand to her girlfriend.

I sigh, watching them sneak out of my window. After waiting a while for them to wave at me from the window next door, I collapse onto my bed, popping the pill into my mouth and gulping down water after.

When my eyes close, my mind immediately travels back to Will. Back to the bedroom.

"Since when do you go to parties?"

I stared at my reflection, my eyeliner already running down my cheeks. "My sister dragged me here."

"You don't seem to be having a good time," he looked at his nails in disinterest.

"Well, you're hiding in a bedroom at a graduation party when this should be your natural habitat," I turned, leaning my back onto the dresser. "So obviously you're not doing too well either."

He raised an eyebrow. "At least I'm not crying."

I roll my eyes and turn back around. "Can you leave? I'm kind of trying to be alone and regroup here."

"I was here first."

"There's no other rooms open," I mumble.

"Well, I'm not leaving," he leans back, placing his weight on his arms. I glare at his reflection in the mirror. "Why are you crying?"

"Do you know how to mind your business?"

"I know. I just don't want to."

"Is Percy dating that girl?" I blurt, spinning around.

Will seems taken off guard. "What girl?"

"The blonde one," I cross my arms. "Whom he was kissing. In the living room."

He scrunches up his nose in confusion. "Annabeth? I don't think they're official," he shrugs. "Just hooking up. Why? Do you like her?"

I narrowed my eyes at him and don't respond to that part. "He hooks up with people?"

"Everyone hooks up with everyone," Will shrugged. "Don't you?"

I felt weird, and slightly insecure. We're all teenagers, and I know sex runs rapid, but imagining any of the people I've gone to school with my entire life would actually...do that...

"Totally," I lied.

He smirked. "You're a virgin."

"I'm...not."

"I kinda already assumed," Will closes his eyes and leans back. He's always been arrogant. "I don't think the quadratic formula gets you girls."

"Who says I want girls?" I bite. It was probably a mix of the alcohol, seeing Percy with someone else, and the fact that I just couldn't stand his ass. "Besides, sex isn't everything. I have better things to focus on."

Will shrugged and opened an eye. "Don't we all? It's just a nice distraction." I'm thankful he doesn't bring up the girls part.

"Maybe I don't want distractions," I fold my arms.

He sighs and slouches on the bed. "Good for you, Nick."

"I—" I rubbed my temples. "You did not just call me Nick. We've gone to school with each other for years. It's Nico."

"I know," he snorts. "You get riled so easily, you know. First with sex, now with your name."

I couldn't help my face going red. "Maybe because you're a jerk," I sighed.

His eyes flickered up to meet mine. "Is that what you think of me?"

My eyes focused in on the twitching of the corner of his lips, and the alcohol made intrusive thoughts wonder in. And then they met his, which were still staring at me adamantly. I felt my heart thump, and I was too drunk to care.

"I don't think about you at all," I said.

Those stupidly beautiful eyes.

"Nico," he whispers.

Except, he didn't do that in my memory.

"NICO!"

I jolt awake, flying up in my bed. Outside it's completely darkness—and I felt like I've been sleeping for days.

Hazel stands over me, her hands on her hips. "Nico," she says slowly.

I rub my eyes. "Hm, what?"

"I need your opinion," she whispers.

I sigh as she straightens up. She's wearing a short, red dress. She spins around, her arms outstretched. "Thoughts?" She asks as she twirls.

"It's fine," I shrug. "I don't know."

"Do you think red fits my skin tone?" She asks. "I have a gold dress, it's got a wonky string, but it puts the girls on display like no other. Which is what I want."

I rub the back of my neck. "Then do gold. Where are you even going?"

She sighs, running to my mirror to put hoops in. "College party," she says. "I want to make friends so when I go I'm not a total loner. They're still having their end of the school year bonfires."

"If you can't drive home, call me," I sigh. "It's not like I'm not going to be able to sleep anymore anyway."

She tilts her head. "I didn't mean to leave with you last night. I couldn't find you anywhere. I assumed you just walked home. Where did you go?"

I blush. Hazel has no idea that I'm gay—or, if she does, she hasn't tried to pressure me into admitting anything. Plus, she hung around Will and his friends sometimes. I didn't want to out him to someone he actively knew. "Hid upstairs, drank, and played Genshin Impact. Duh."

"Duh," she mocks with a grin. She pokes my head. "Explains the condom, doesn't it? Well, anyway, I'm off. Thanks for going last night, by the way. Even if you got grounded. You enjoyed it at least a little bit, right?"

"It was...interesting," I nervously laugh.

"Sorry bubs," she bumps me with her hip and throws the door open. "I'll make it up to you some time, yeah?"

I force a smile and nod as she leaves. Now, I'm wide awake at 8 PM. Fucking great. I'm still pissed at myself for agreeing. I spend the next few hours playing video games, but I catch my mind drifting elsewhere.

"See? This isn't so bad is it?" Hazel asked, her arm hooked into mine as she bounced up and down excitedly. I've never seen someone so glad to enter a party, but I guess she was still excited over graduation. I'm sure what she saw were her friends gathered together into one, hot space all waiting for her to join them in their usual nightly shenanigans, but all I saw was animals in the a jungle. On fire.

"I...want to go home," I said. I already had a headache from the pregaming.

"Just give it a chance?" Hazel begged. "Just two hours and I'll try and find you, okay? And then after that you can decide if you want to go home."

I swayed. "Ugh."

"Just take a few drinks. Liquid courage. It'll make you feel better," she wiggled her eyebrows. "Don't take any drink from anyone, understand?"

I rolled my eyes. She squealed.

"Hazel!" A voice yelled from over at the ping pong table where red solo cups were lined into triangles on either side.

She bumps my shoulder. "Just play video games if you get bored. I'll be just over there, okay?"

"Okay."

"Enjoy yourself! Mingle!" She threw her hands up as she disappeared into a crowd of people.

I sighed and turned, heading straight towards the couch and slumping into the layers, hoping the cushions would turn into a monster and swallow me hole. At least it would have been a more thought-invoking event.

Thinking I could actually get some sort of peace in this wet forest of creatures, I'm immediately proven wrong by two people conjoined like reproducing phasmids rolling onto my couch, climbing and pawing at each other like they were each other's oxygen. They squeeze and roll straight into my bubble. Grimacing, I try and squeeze out from under them, stumbling out.

I almost went straight towards the floor before something catches me mid-fall. My vision goes slightly blurry as I rub my forehead. My eyes flicker up, meeting a pair of sea-green ones.

"Woah, Nico, are you okay?"

My throat closes off as I wheeze. All I do is gesture towards the couch breathlessly. Percy stretches out his neck to see behind me and cringes, but my eyes are focused on his Adam's apple. I'm practically sweating.

"Yikes," his eyes blink quickly. "Sorry. Thirsty?"

My mind replays Hazel's voice in my head. But that voice doesn't account for the guy I've been in love with for years. I let out a nervous laugh, instantly regretting it and containing my composure. "I could drink."

"What do you want?" Percy tilts his head.

There goes my cool facade. "Whatever...you have."

He smirks. "Sure about that?"

His smile. His smile. His smile. "U-uh, yes...?"

"I'll get you something a bit lighter," he winks. "I don't think I've ever seen you at a party before."

I relax my shoulders. "Y-yeah. Okay."

He smiles again before leaving me nervously standing in the middle of the living room. Is he actually getting me a drink? What could this mean? Is it just drunk chivalry or is it more or...

"Here you go!" He returns, placing a red solo cup straight into my palm. I fumble with it, but none of the liquid outside of the cup spills out, so I take this as a win. He peels away his index finger from the cup and points behind me. "Hazel drag you here?"

I turn, following the direction of his finger, to see Hazel absolutely destroying the team with two guys on it as they remove another cup from the table. She sees I'm staring and a wide grin breaks out across her face as she waves happily before returning back to her game. I turn back. "She...did. I'm not much of a party person, I suppose."

"That's fine," he laughs softly. "We all have our own things, right?"

"Right," I brushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I think everyone here likes you, if that helps your nerves," he reassured me, hitting my shoulder lightly. I try to pretend that it didn't cause a thousand butterflies to erupt in my stomach. "You are the reason most people here passed their classes. Hell, you've saved me more time than I can count. Thanks for never charging me. I'm gonna miss you when I head to college."

I chewed on my bottom lip. For a second, I had forgotten he's leaving this school behind. Leaving me behind. Who else am I going to hopelessly stare at during lunch or study hall? "I can still help," I blurt. "You have my number."

He looked at me, his eyebrows raised in an impressed expression. "You're so fucking cool, man. Seriously."

Being around him makes my palms sweat. Christ.

Then, his eyes falls to something behind me. A twinkle passes through his green eyes, and lips tremble slightly, like all of his confidence has slipped out of his body. I think that's probably how I stare at him. How you stare at someone you love. I think, at least, it's love.

I swallow hard, following his gaze onto a blonde girl with tan skin. She walks in, wearing baggy, cuffed jeans and a grandpa-style vest over a white t-shirt. She scratches her arm nervously, her long hair falling in curls around her.

I had seen her around briefly in the halls but never thought much of her. She's always been a grade ahead of me.

I turn back to Percy, who's practically foaming at the mouth.

"Would you excuse me for a second?"

No. Don't go. Please. "Of course," I force a smile.

He feels slightly guilty, I can tell. He leans in and pulls his attention away from her for a mere second and says, "You're a fun guy, okay? Don't be afraid to talk to people."

And then he's gone. I watch him as he approaches the girl, nervously rubbing his neck as he speaks to her. The blush across her cheeks indicates she likes him. The fidgeting of his hands indicates he likes her back.

And if anyone were to notice, the blank expression on my face indicated that my heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. I shrink away into the corner, drinking out of the cup, and keeping my eyes on Percy and the girl the entire time. I watch as they both pull closer together and try to force themselves away. They're drawn to each other like magnets.

I'm begging for something to go wrong. Maybe she says something he doesn't like. Maybe she's a lesbian. Anything to leave a sliver of hope.

But I'm a boy. Even if something went wrong, who's to say Percy would even like me? What if he's totally straight?

I hate this fucking party, and I hate it even more when I see him finally make his move. I had been waiting for it all night, the moment his lips would touch hers.

Pull away, I think. Realize you feel nothing and pull away.

But her cup slips from her fingertips, and neither of them care, because his arms are wrapped around his waist and her hands on his cheeks. Like a goddamn movie.

I feel my face go hot as my head begins to throb. I couldn't stand and watch all night. I stormed off, slamming doors open to find two horny teenagers on top of each other, until finally I open a door to a beige bedroom with a boy laying on the bed, his hands on his forehead like he's stressed out. I don't have time to care as the water works begin, tears slipping out uncontrollably. I slammed the door closed and marched to the vanity, watching as my tears took my eyeliner with it.

"This room is occupied," growls the guy.

I don't respond to him. My mind is racing. Why do I feel like I was betrayed? Percy and I only talk when he asks me to do his homework for him. He owes me nothing.

"Hey, did you hear me? Get out!" He sat up.

I turned angrily, to see that I recognized the frustrated boy—Will Solace. The most irritating guy I've had the pain to go to school with. He seems slightly surprised it's me; I guess the makeup is a new look.

"Dude, are you okay?" He asked, but his expression and voice are soaked in judgment.

"I'm just fucking peachy," I sighed. That seemed to shut him up. I turned back to my reflection, and after a while, he finally speaks.

"Since when do you go to parties?"

I slowly peel my eyes open, only to be blinded by the sun beaming down on me through my window. I shield my face with my hands and wince. You know those quiet moments of ignorance before complete panic?

Yeah.

As I'm in the middle of a yawn, a thought hits me like a ton of bricks.

The sun doesn't rise until 7:30, and I'm supposed to be at my internship by 8.

My fucking internship. Frantically, I roll over and check my phone.

7:52 AM.

"No, no, no!" I ramble, throwing my blanket to my feet and scrambling out of bed. The blanket ties around my feet and sends me plummeting straight to the hardwood floor, making me hit my knees. I try to ignore the exploding pain and scramble out from the blanket, slipping as I make my way to my dresser, throwing out clothes and trying to find anything than could work. I can't believe I forgot to do this yesterday—I always have everything planned out. My sleep schedule's gone to Hell. I'm so fucked.

I rip off my clothes in an urgency, throwing on a black-fitting shirt and skinny jeans. It shows my arms, my pale, white arms. I don't have any time to reflect on how scrawny I think I look, though, so I calmly make my way towards the bathroom (if calmly meant destroying and hopping over anything in my path so I wouldn't waste any more time only to stumble over things). I brush through my hair with my fingers and decide to skip out on brushing my teeth. I have spearmint in the car. That's all that matters, right?

I sprint through my house, almost sliding past the front door. I fumble the doorknob before throwing it opening, almost forgetting to close it as I run out to the driveway. Tripping down the pavement, I slide into my car and stick in the keys. I twist it, only for it make a loud purring sound before dying out.

"Not today!" I plead. My car's an on old one, my dad's car from where I was born. It had stains in the seats, but I love her (her name is Gerda Wegener) regardless. Sometimes, however, she can be a pain. "Please!"

I start her up a few more hours before she eventually kicks to a start. My mind's twisting as I back out of the driveway and began speeding down the neighborhood. I can't believe I fell asleep, I can't believe I partied, I can't believe I forgot to set my alarms, I can't believe I'm going to be late on my first day, and I can't believe my first kiss was Will Solace and—fuck all of this. I'm never being irresponsible ever again.

I'm almost 30 minutes late when I make it to the big, gray building. My hands are shaking as I walk into an open lobby with marble tile. All around are young adults, writing on white boards, pulling out their hair, eating, or looking closely at documents. A true workplace of people with original ideas. I was already feeling at home.

I walk all the way to the front desk, standing in front of a receptionist who's staring at his phone. His hair is brown and he has a nicely trimmed beard. He takes a bite out of his apple, his eyes completely glued onto his phone. I hope that maybe his peripherals will notice me, but he remains absolutely clueless. I hate trying to get people's attention. I never know what to say.

"Ahem," I scratch the back of my neck.

He looks up, asking no questions. Instead, he raises an eyebrow.

"I'm here for the senior internship?" I ask.

He looks down at his desk, then back at me. He lets out a loud sigh, as if he's so bothered to do his job, and sets the apple down. Slowly, he looks to his computer monitor, clicking like a sloth. I feel my foot began to tap.

"Hm," he nods, mumbling to himself. "Yeah. Interesting. Okay. You're late."

I want to facepalm. "Yes. I accidentally slept—"

"Don't need your life story, kid," he rolls his eyes. "Take this pass. Nico di Angelo?"

I nod.

"You have a meeting with his assistant in 10 minutes. Down the hall, first room on the right. You can scan or insert your card depending on the door. The blonde boy is already in there," his monotone voice reads out. "His assistant will take your picture and lay out the rules."

Blonde boy? The other guy who won the internship? I take the card attached to a lanyard and slide it over my head. Whoever he is, I hope he's smart. I give a smile to the receptionist who rolls his eyes and looks back to his phone. Millennials are so stuck-up sometimes.

I don't waste any time and began on my way. My nerves are completely fucked, my head's pounding, I'm exhausted.

Scanning the pass, I feel a small sense of relief. At least I'm finally here, right? That's gotta count for something.

I let the door fall open and to my horror, a blonde boy sat in the waiting room as well. My mouth falls open as his eyes flicker up to mine.

"'Sup," Will Solace nods.

And then, everything went black.

#Summer Nights solangelo #Summer Nights lulibabee #Summer Nights chapter one #Summer Nights Last Summer series #Last Summer series lulibabee

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naivesilver · 2 years

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HELLO!!!!!! please, can I ask 'you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch.' OR 'you shouldn’t smoke, you know.' OR ' i just thought you’d like some company.' from the 'for the damaged' ask, for the two idiots :^)

Okay listen, I'll start off with a REALLY mild and fluffy one, because from what I saw up until now, it might be the only chance I have to do so AJSFHKDHAKHK thank you hon <3

& for the damaged sentence starters

"You shouldn't smoke, you know."

Lampwick snorts derisively as he turns to Mignon, who's currently perched on the same wall he's leaning against, staring at him with that stony face and dark eyes of hers. "What, you steal half my pack and then you try preaching at me? Bit late for that, I think."

Not that he genuinely minds that she's mooching off him, okay. If he did, she'd have long since been made aware of it. Sure, it's a tad annoying, especially when the girl goes days on end without buying cigarettes he can steal in turn, but they usually go pretty much 50/50 on that sort of thing; and besides, he knows Mignon wouldn't dare take anything more than what he'd willingly give her, and the same goes for him. The arrangement suits them both just fine, it does.

Still, it's not like her to come at him so blatantly, not in earnest, at least. "Well?" He spurs her on, waving the incriminated cigarette he'd literally just lit for himself in her direction. "No more nuggets of wisdom from you?"

Mignon rolls her eyes, unimpressed. "I meant that you shouldn't be smoking right now, you arse."

"And why's that?"

Instead of answering, she motions vaguely towards the street not far from them. Lampwick follows her gesture, narrowing his eyes both in skepticism and in attempt to keep himself from being blinded by the sun - he can't see any reason why he shouldn't be enjoying his smoke in peace, truth be told, no matter how much effort he puts in it. There's people coming and going, as usual, and a few cars doing the same, and-

And a lone figure walking towards them, its arm outstretched in a joyful wave. It takes Lampwick a moment to recognize it as Pinocchio - Pinocchio, who's likely just left his afternoon classes, given the bag slung across his back. Pinocchio, whose smile at the sight of Lampwick is wide and blinding even from a distance.

Pinocchio, who probably wouldn't want to be near his boyfriend if said boyfriend smelled too much like fresh smoke.

Lampwick feels the cigarette being picked from his fingers, but he doesn't swivel around to give Mignon a piece of his mind. Instead he steps towards Pinocchio with a little smirk of his own, cupping the other's face in his now-free hands. "Hey there, doll. Looking good."

"Hello." The younger boy all but beams at him, then casts a glance over Lampwick's shoulder, his brows knitting together for a moment. "Did I interrupt anything?"

Once again, Lampwick doesn't deign Mignon of a single look, though he is very grateful for her intervention, all in all. She's a nice one, Mignon, but he'd rather not see her laugh at him around a drag from his cigarette, right now, so he merely bends down to peck Pinocchio on the lips, his grin widening at the flustered reaction he gets.

"Nothing important, Pinoke. Nothing important."

#thousand problems verse #bewilderedmoth #ask meme #fanfic #pinocchwick #+mignon my beloved #the outfielders #pinocchio #lampwickcore

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hoardcloneheadcanons · 1 year

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Misread Fates Chapter 4: The Gossip Gang of Dragon Besieged Town

Every Thursday in west corner of Kingstown, three friends get together to play a game. It’s a tradition.

Whoever arrives at the tavern first buys the drinks and has them all set down at their favorite table, the best table. It’s the one up against the wall, close enough to the fire to keep warm and far enough away from the minstrel to hear each other talk.

The game is simple. Each friend puts three coins in the center of the table, takes a drink, and when they’re all gathered together, the stories begin. Each tells the most interesting thing that happened to them that week, one right after the other. At the end of the night, they use their leftover brain cells to drunkenly argue who had the best, most interesting story. Whoever wins gets to take home all the coins in the center of the table.

None of them were above lying, but none of them were above calling bullshit either. Anyone who got caught in a lie had to put another coin in the center. Receipts and trinkets and eyewitness accounts pulled from other patrons at the bar were all used as proof of their telling.

Tonight, Johanason, a big burly man who towered over the other patrons and made his chair creak with strain was the one to buy the drinks. But Gertrude, a woman in her 50s with grey hair, rough overalls and dirt under her fingers, was the first one to break open the tales.

“I have a story to tell you of the most useless, reckless young lout I’ve ever encountered.”

Her hair was fighting for freedom from its tight bun after a long day’s work on her cattle farm. She took a long deep swig and put her elbow up on the table.

“This git buys a cow from me. Tells me his family is starting a farm. As you know, I’ve been having a hard time, and I need the money. So I give a decent cow and I make him pay through the nose for it. But before he goes, I told him about our town’s little issue, “

The three exchanged significant glances.

“I didn’t want him to lose the cow after I made him pay so much. I tell him, that, wherever he’s going, he needs to get that cow sky cover, get it under a barn, rent an inn anything, just don’t leave it access to the open night sky. And he nods, smiles, and leaves. Then he comes back a few days later, and guess what he’d done.”

She gave a short, sarcastic smirk while her eyes communicated full rage.

“You might as well just throw that money on a well. He was calm as you please when he came back. It was like he was pretending he hadn’t messed up in the exact way I warned him about. But I assumed he learned his lesson and I don’t want his family to suffer, so I sold him another. And I asked him ‘You’ve learned your lesson now haven’t you? You can’t leave that cow out at night. Just wait until early next morning to take that cow home.’ I even offered to rent out part of my part of my barn to him. And he just nodded and said ‘thank you for your offer but I have to get this home quickly, I can’t stay here’ and in that moment I just knew he was going to do it again.”

“Idiot,” Mordecai mumbled under his breath

“ Exactly! I came home late after fixing a fence and I saw him. He was standing on the edge of the field, just in the tree line of the forest while the cow stood in the center. The beast came and swooped down and scooped old Bessie up in his claws while he just stood there doing nothing. When it was all over he just ambled off into the woods. I don’t know what he expected to see or do. Maybe he thought I was stealing my cows back in the middle of the night and scamming him. I don’t know. I told him what he needed to do, it’s not my fault he didn’t listen.”

She gave a derisive snort. This was one of those stories she told less for the desire to win the competition, and more for the need to vent.

“These out-of-towners don’t know the fount of wisdom we provide”, said Johanason,

“Damn straight”, said Gertrude, “Mark my words, he’s going to come back for another cow in a few days' time, and he’s still not going to admit that he was wrong, or heed my warning. I need the money but it feels wrong to just throw cows to the dragon. And he had some packs around it neck too, so the idiot probably lost some of his own stuff that he brought, as well as my cow.”

Mordecai waited a few beats to see if Gertrudde had anything else to say. When he was pretty sure it was safe he put his three coins in the center of the table, and then rolled up his sleeves stained with various unidentifiable fluids.

Mordecai was the town medicine-man for both livestock and people. He had messy hair and long fingers

“I’m afraid I also have a small tragedy to tell. I met a man who was going through the same nonsense we are.

He came into my shop just a few days ago. He told me there was a fire-breathing griffin going after the grain in his town, eating it in some parts and burning others. But it hasn’t attacked any humans yet so the royal family hasn’t sent anyone to help.”

They gave a collective groan, the familiar taste of refused aid and bitter frustration, fresh on their tongues.

“Anyway a group of men and women in their town are gathering to go fight it soon, so he asked me how much burn salve I could make quickly. He was knowledgeable; he brought some of the rarer ingredients that I’d need to make it.

I've been brewing batches all week. He already took some but he’s coming back for more. He also asked if I had any paralytics or anything that could be used to give an animal a strong sleep or quiet death. I gave him the same stuff I gave Gertie when one of her bulls went mad.”

Gertrude nodded, “That was a sad business.”

It had been a good and healthy Bull that she’d raised herself. She’d been relying on him to make a lot of healthy calves and she hadn’t wanted to put him down, but he’d stopped eating and was trying to gore the other cows. It needed to happen.

“I don’t know if it’ll work on a Griffin but I gave him all I had. I hope he was telling the truth because I gave him enough to kill an entire town.”

Mordecai had meant that last part as a joke, but his face went white as he realized how true it might be.,

“Oh all things bright… I didn’t think about that until now. What if he was lying? What have I done? He looked so young and earnest, I didn’t think about that- I should’ve checked him more”

Gertrude snickered.

“Maybe the burn salve was for when the villagers came after him with torches.”

Mordecai stared into the corner of space between the table and the floor.

Johanason clapped him on the back, “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. You tend to be a pretty good judge of character. I, for one, am hoping he was telling the truth. You helping a mass murderer would be far too exciting, and I’d hate to waste my gossip for this week.

Johanason's eyes lit up with mischievous glee.

“I heard Widow Lawrence and Judge Thomas getting down and dirty with each other.”

“LIAR! Gertrude shouted, “ There’s no way. We can’t get through two weeks without them starting some unnecessary spat about community morals or where to hold the next town meeting. They’ve hated each other for years!”

“OR SO WE THOUGHT, BUT I FOUND OTHERWISE!“

He straightened himself up,

“You know me. I tend to keep a pretty consistent work schedule. I do most of my smithing in the morning when the light is brightest so that I don’t ruin my eyes when switching from the forge to the anvil, and I tend to hammer hard and keep the fire at full roar so that I don’t have to listen to their early morning arguments.

But this week, I had a young man come into my shop to ask a little about the local history. I don’t like to interrupt my work schedule but he had the coin to make it worth my while. So I was willing to stop my hammering to answer his questions.

This means I got to hear some very sultry whispering where I usually hear angry shouts. They must’ve been using my hammering to hide their activity for years. I don’t think they noticed I stopped. It was the funniest thing I’ve heard in so long. Their language doesn’t change a lot. He’ll still used a lot of his uptight legalese, and she still called him a filthy, spineless, moral-less cad but it took on a very different tone.

The customer I was serving noticed too. The youth was just bright red and he was asking questions about any random thing to avoid focusing on the things that we were all hearing, from the leathers I was wore while doing my forge work to the family helm I have on my wall to the owner of the old mines.

He regretted that last question because I had to point out that the owner of the mines was the same man we were listening to in the alleyway. “

Johanason broke out in a grin, his teeth shining through his coal-black beard.

“I’m never going to let this go. You see if that judge ever charges me for drunken disorderly behavior again. I’m excited to see if I can bring up phrases they said to each other in normal conversation, just to watch them squirm.”

Gertrude cackled,

“Please do, Blessed Spirits know I need the entertainment.”

Between them, Mordecai sat stared at his mug, leg bouncing. His face was still pale. Johanason’s face dropped as he looked at his friend.

“The idea of that young lad being a murderer still bothering you?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry it is. It would just help to get a second opinion on him, see if anyone else met him or thought he was suspicious. It would give me peace of mind. I think he was carrying one of your crossbows, one of the ones you make with Hester sometimes. Do you recall a young out-of-towner coming in to buy one? He would have had messy brown hair, and maybe a long coat with too many pockets?”

Johanason looked a little taken aback, “Yeah, actually, that was the young lad I was just talking about. He had scars across his palms, and a small notch in his ear- I think he said his name was Braun?”

“Wait was it Bruin?” Interjected Gertrude, “I remember the scars across his palms. That’s the same idiot I told you about.”

For a moment there was silence between the three as they rearranged the puzzle pieces of their stories together. The hustle of the bar filled the noise around them.

“Mordecai,” Said Gertrude, “The paralytics you gave him, would they have filled two, average-sized satchels that could’ve been put around two different cows' necks?”

She held up her hands to indicate the size of the satchels

“Yes. I do believe they would have.”

“FUCK”

“Quite right.”

“That’s stupider than I expected. That’s unbelievably stupid. He couldn’t have been more than 20, and there was no one else with him. It’s larger than two of my barns put together.”

“No wonder he didn’t tell us,” said Johanason.”

“Maybe he’s meeting up with a group. He couldn’t have gone in alone, why would he go in alone?” asked Mordecai.

“DID YOU NOT HEAR THE PART ABOUT HIM BEING STUPID?”

The friends’ rising discussion was interrupted by a loud bang and rattling of the bar. Somewhere up in the mountains, something had exploded.

A few hours earlier

Everything ached. Sleipnir awoke to something small moving around his cave. It took all his will just to open his eyes and see a brown, human-ish-looking smudge in front of him. His head pounded. His eyelids felt like lead. Every muscle, every bone in his body felt rusted and covered in dust.

Something was wrong with that last cow he ate. It was diseased or something, perhaps half-dead and rotting on its feet. It must’ve been going around. This is the second time it’d happened and he hadn’t fully recovered from the last.

His tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he spoke.

“Go. Away. I am not in the mood to deal with your kind right now. Leave before I eat you.”

“Why have you not switched hunting grounds?”

“Come again?”

Sleipnir felt half feverish and delusional. Had he not just told this human to go away? Why was it still sitting there talking to him?”

“Dragons eat magical creatures. It's what gives you a wealth of power to fly and heat your internal furnaces, and yet here you are eating cows. I can point you out to regions that have better stock for you. There’s no need for you to starve like this.”

Sleipnir's eyes rolled “Oh, great a book-learned human.”

Sleipnir spat a lazy ball of fire toward the human-ish blob in front of him. He saw double as it rolled out of the way. The motion made his head ache, and he struggled to focus his eyes as he watched it scramble away into some crag of his cave.

Ugh It wasn’t dead. It would keep talking and moving and making noise.

The force of his irritation motivated Sleipnir to slowly lift himself and shake himself off. The motion shook the cave around him and made rocks fall from the ceiling, but it did not make the human fall from its hidey-hole. He could hear its voice bounce off the walls as it continued to speak.

“I was just really hoping to come to a peaceable solution. That way I wouldn’t have to try and kill you. You have all this gold lying around. If you just paid the farmers for their cows they wouldn’t starve and I could leave.”

Even in Sleipnir's sorry sore state, that made him laugh.

“You, tiny bird, kill me? What would you do, peck out my eyes? I have nothing to fear from you. And I see no reason to part from my gold.”

That wasn’t entirely true, at this moment, the gold did annoy Sleipnir. It was something extra to move through as he walked across the floor, and it shined in his eyes, worsening his headache. Sleipnir peered into every crag he knew of to find the human. He felt something hit his face. Did this human have arrows? Why? What did he not understand about unpiercable scales?

“It’s not me you have to worry about, really, It’s the royal family. They have a fate for slaying monsters, and I have one for bringing a hero to slay a monster once I fail. If they fight you’re kinda doomed destiny-wise.”

“Why would the royal family care about me? I haven’t touched any of their precious humans.”

“Excuse me?”

“Human, where do you think all this gold came from? Oh, some of it's from past victories; castles I raided and villages I burned and scavenged many, many years ago. But, a good lot of it is very recent payment from the Queen of Langdon herself. For services rendered. It’s very simple. I eat all the magical creatures in this land, and I don’t touch any humans and she pays me.

That’s why I haven’t- how did you put it- ‘moved hunting grounds’? I like living in a land that gives me tribute in gold in return for eating what I like. I’ve grown quite fat and happy here. I’d hate to leave.”

“So the cows?”

Sleipnir shrugged his mountainous shoulders.

“I ran out of magical creatures.”

Sleipnir grew tired of looking into every crag one by one, and he slashed his claws against the walls, opening up every tiny pocket in the walls there could be. He watched the human, clearer now, tumble out and run into one of the old mining tunnels.

Oh for the love of-

It was a long tunnel that he couldn’t quite see down. He spat fire into it. His flame was still weak.

“I hate to break it to you, but if they sent me in that deal is probably off.”

Oh great, it was still alive. Must’ve been hiding behind a turn, he’d have to stick his neck in there. He spoke as he snaked his head slowly into the tunnel.

“Is it? They sent you here all alone, human. That’s not a recipe for success. That’s not even a recipe for you getting a decent scratch on me. Perhaps this is their way of permitting me to move on to human fare. Perhaps you’ll be the first of many young fools sent in one by one to feed me while they wait for magical creatures to return to the land. Who exactly is being betrayed here? Have they even shown their face to you?”

Somewhere in the far dark of the tunnel, he heard a small voice say, “I’m going to have to kill you aren’t I? There’s no other way.”

“Human, I assure you, I am currently trying to give you another way.”

There was a small boom and a crack as the wall in front of him exploded as he was about to turn his head around a corner. Jagged shards of rock dug into his right eye and made him rear back.

He screamed and pulled his head out of the tunnel. This human was dying tonight.

Sleipnir pulled his head out of the tunnel and listened. He could hear the human running towards the entrance of the cave, trying to leave. It was too late for that, Sleipnir had offered and the human had denied him it died tonight.

He caught up to it before it could reach the night air at the mouth of his cave. It shot firey arrows up at his eyes as he dove at it, clasping his jaws around it.

Finally.

Sleipnir wanted to enjoy his victory but he was distracted, by a gentle, almost unnoticeable sizzling noise above his head.

He looked up to see barrels in a small, tucked away mining tunnel in the rock above, the image a barrel filled with explosive. Behind it, was another and another and another, as far back as he could see into that tunnel, and the one next to it, and the one he’d never noticed before to the left of it.

“Really? How long had that been there?”

It was the last thought Sleipnir had before the ceiling of his home fell in on him.

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Strawberry Lattes

Summary: He always needs his morning caffeine to wake him up for his morning classes. He never knew what it feels like wanting to come back to a particular place again and again solely for one reason, until he met you. You were a full time barista and a part time university student. Despite the stress you get almost every week, your two friends have always been there to support you. What happens when your friends come to visit you at your workplace one day, only to find out that they were friends with the same boy who not only is your eye candy, but also your regular customer?

Genre: Super fluffy

Pairing: Kim Sunwoo x GN Reader

Word count: 5.5k

It was another dreadful morning after only 2 hours of sleep due to staying up all night hoping to finish at least 50% of the assignment. But this wasn’t an excuse for you to call in to work sick or unable to come for your shift. Hence, the reason why you were now forcing yourself out of bed to freshen up and get ready for work. You were a full time barista at a local café downtown just around the corner from your apartment, and also a part time student at Yonsei University.

The reason why you chose this path was because you wanted to further your studies but also earn a monthly allowance in order to pay for your school and house bills since you were living alone and didn't have the time to search for a roommate.

Despite the stress load you get every once in a while, you managed to cope and tried your best to pass each module. Today was no different, as you got ready for work and was out the door by 0730. You arrived at the café only to find your manager already preparing the coffee machines and restocking the cakes in the fridge beside the cashier. You greeted him good morning before he smiled at you.

You went into the back room to put your bag down and took your apron. Proceeding to head to the front where the cashier and coffee machines were.

“Did you get enough sleep yesterday?” Kihyun asked.

Before you could reply, a yawn left your lips as you used the back of your hand to cover your mouth slightly.

“Nope. But I’ll be fine.” You said. You could hear the heavy sigh that left his lips when he closed the fridge door and soon turned to you with a frown.

“(Y/N), you know you have to get some rest. It’s not good for your health.” Kihyun said, but you nodded.

“I know Ki, but I can’t fail this module.”

“Just… know when to take a break okay?”

“Okay.”

With that, he went to the back room to settle some paperwork while you stayed by the counter, refilling the powders into the containers. After you were done, a few customers had entered to buy their morning caffeine doses. 4 orders and 5 minutes of silence later, you leaned over the counter top with one knee resting on the stool in front of you that was hidden from any customer in plain sight.

You supported your head on your palm, slowly finding yourself drifting to sleep when the doorbell chimed, catching your attention. You looked up to see a guy walking into the café looking just as tired as you were but he had more life in him.

“Dang he’s cute.” You thought to yourself as you quickly wiped the pout off your face and soon replaced it with a warm smile.

“Good morning, may I take your order?” you greeted him.

He flashed you a soft smile before glancing up at the menu boards hanging above your head.

“Do you have any recommendations? I feel like trying something new.” He finally looked back down at you, only for you to feel as though your airflow got sucked out of your lungs.

“Personally I really like the Iced Matcha Latte with soy milk if I want a non-caffeinated drink. But if I want that espresso kick to start my mornings, I really love the Strawberry Latte, with two pumps of syrup and a light dash of strawberry sprinkles. It’s not too strong and it definitely gives you a sweet tangy balance to the bitter coffee taste.” You ended your speech with a light giggle after you realized how long it was.

The male only smiled fondly at you during that whole minute explanation but it was worth it. “Great, can I get the exact order for the second one then?” He said. You looked quite surprised but nonetheless smiled as you began to key in the order

“Choice of size?”

“Regular please.”

After you were done, you took the regular size takeaway cup and a marker, looking at him to ask for his name or initials.

“Sunwoo.”

The corner of your lips tugged upwards, writing down his name before setting the cup to your left beside the coffee machine and soon charged him for his order. After he was done paying, you returned him his change and gave the receipt before telling him to wait at the collection point. You made the drink exactly how you would make it for yourself. Smiling happily upon seeing your creation being prepared for not yourself, but this time for a customer.

After you had sprinkled the strawberry powder on top of the foam surface, you took the lid and secured it close before you went to the collection point and called out softly.

“Strawberry Latte for Sunwoo.”

He walked forwards as he took the cup, not forgetting to give you a smile.

“Thank you-” His eyes darted towards your name tag pinned to your apron before he looked back at you. “...(Y/N)”

You bowed to him slightly as you watched him leave the café. After he left, he didn’t forget to spare a quick glance into the café, only to see your smile soon disappeared. Replacing it with a small pout when you let out a sigh. Sunwoo chuckled as he continued walking to campus that was just 2 blocks away.

For some reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about you even after he made it to his first lecture. The small smile gracing on his lips didn’t go unnoticed by his friends as Kevin began to nudge Sunwoo’s elbow the minute he came to sit beside the former.

“Aye, why are you smiling like an idiot huh?” Kevin asked.

“Maybe he just sniffed a smiling gas.” Younghoon said.

“What the hell is that?” Jacob asked.

“I was being sarcastic you nimrod.” Younghoon said, making the former one growl.

“I’ll tell you guys later.” Sunwoo said as he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

2 hours passed and they were now heading to the food hall in the main building, when Hyunjae slings his arm over Sunwoo’s shoulder.

“So? Why were you smiling all morning today?” He asked, causing the rest to focus their gazes on him as Sunwoo sighed knowing he couldn’t run away now.

“Ahh, it’s nothing… I went to get my morning coffee and there was this really cute barista who attended to me. That’s all.”

A series of “ooh”s were heard as the boys got noisier by the second.

“Jeez, can y’all shut up? You’re embarrassing me.” Sunwoo said as he quickened his pace, only for Younghoon to grab hold of his backpack and pulled him back.

“Oh please, you should be thankful we even gave reactions to what you say.” Younghoon said, making Sunwoo scoff.

A few weeks later, you were just handing a customer her plate of pasta and a cappuccino at one of the tables when you heard the doorbell chime. The customer you were attending to, thanked you for bringing her orders to her, smiling and replied to her.

“Your welcome. Enjoy your food.”

With that, you began to walk back to the front counter when you saw a group of guys gathered in front of the cashier. Right when you were just about to walk past them to head behind the counter, one of them glanced towards his right only to lock eyes with you. It was Sunwoo. The same regular customer that came every morning before his classes. The same guy who you may or may not have a tiny crush on.

The moment you locked eyes, you could feel your heartbeat stop for just a millisecond later as he flashed you a soft smile. This was enough to make you blush as you smiled back to him shyly before quickly making your way behind the counter.

“Oh great, you’re back. Help me take their order will you? I have to prepare the delivery ones.” Kihyun said simply. You were about to protest but you had no choice since the other part timer was on his lunch break.

So you nodded defeatedly before you returned the tray back at the collection point before you went back to the cashier, only to see Sunwoo standing there alone.

“Hey.” Sunwoo said as his lips began to tug upwards.

“Hey. What can I get you today?” You asked with a shy smile. Your voice sounded much softer than usual. You didn’t miss the little chuckle that left his lips before he spoke up.

“There’s gonna be a bit more than one order today.”

“I can see that.” You joked.

“Can I get one regular iced mocha, two regular double chocolate frappe, one small iced americano, one regular iced vanilla latte, and my usual please.”

You keyed in his orders as he spoke, only for you to look back up at him to confirm if that was all he wanted. Sunwoo gave you a firm nod, proceeding to charge him for the orders and soon told him to have a seat, you will call out to him once the drinks are ready. Sunwoo nodded as he left, not forgetting to smile at you for the umpteenth time that day.

You soon came beside Kihyun and started to make the drinks. Sunwoo on the other hand, immediately got dragged down into his seat by Kevin when they began to make comments about you.

“You were right, they’re hella cute!” Kevin said.

“Do you think they’re attached?” Younghoon asked.

“I don’t know. I mean, they’re quite cute. It’s impossible they’re single.” Sangyeon shrugged.

“Not all good looking people are attached. Even some normal looking ones are attached. We can’t just judge from their looks.” Sunwoo said defensively, only for Changmin and Haknyeon to smirk.

“Or are you just saying that because you want them to be single?” Changmin said, causing the rest of them to agree teasingly.

“Whatever, they wouldn’t date someone like me anyway.” Sunwoo said.

Not long after he finished his sentence, your voice echoes around the café walls as you called his name.

“Drinks for Sunwoo.”

With that, Sunwoo got up and soon jogged his way to the collection point, only to find you standing behind the counter with the tray in hand. You smiled as you pushed the tray gently towards him.

“Be careful. It’s heavy.” You warned.

“Don’t worry.” Sunwoo said, couldn’t help but smile at him.

He soon came back to their table and distributed the drinks. Almost half an hour had passed, they were just talking about random topics when Sunwoo happened to glance towards the counter. Seeing you laugh at something your manager said.

He didn’t realize he was smiling until Sangyeon spoke up. “Sunwoo yah, if they make your heart flutter that much, why don’t you just go there and ask them out?”

Sunwoo whips his head to Sangyeon, almost pulling a muscle while doing that.

“What?! N-No!”

“Why not?”

“The last time I asked someone out, I got turned down harshly in front of everyone. I couldn’t sleep for days!”

“Sunwoo yah, you’re just thinking too much. Just try and ask them out. Who knows they’ll accept?” Haknyeon asked.

“I don’t wanna risk it.” Sunwoo said. Glancing back to the front counter.

“Why must I have a crush on the cutest barista working just two blocks away from campus?” Sunwoo thought to himself as he gently shook his head and went back into the conversation with the guys.

A few minutes passed, some of them were discussing their project work while some were doing their own stuff when Sunwoo saw you left the counter only to walk towards an empty table near the back of the café. Since the café was not so packed, Kihyun told you to eat at one of the tables. So as to not feel cramped in the back room.

You had a transparent cup filled with what seems to be strawberry latte and a plate of sandwich. Sunwoo was caught staring by his friends as Younghoon nudged his arm to gain his attention.

“This is your chance to talk to them.”

Sunwoo saw some of them nod in agreement as he glanced back at you who was just taking a bite of the sandwich while scrolling through your phone.

With much motivation, he finally got up and made his way towards your table. You were just looking at your Instagram feed when you saw a figure come to a stop on the opposite side of your table.

You looked up to see Sunwoo standing there with a nervous smile as he spoke up. “Do you need some company?” He asked. You giggled, locking your phone screen and soon placed it face down on the table.

“Sure, that would be great.” You said. He pulled the chair out and soon took a seat.

“You’re just having that for lunch?” He asked curiously as he looked at the plate in front of you.

“Mmm.”

“Is that enough to fill you for the rest of your shift?” He asks, genuinely concerned at how little you ate.

“Yeap! Don’t worry. I always get something heavy to eat before my night classes.”

Sunwoo paused only to raise his eyebrows in confusion.

“Night classes?”

“I’m a part time student at Yonsei U. That’s why I’m a full timer here.”

“Wow… Are you able to cope with work and study at the same time?”

“It can be tiring and mentally exhausting sometimes but I persevere.”

Sunwoo was shocked at this new information but nonetheless gave you some comforting words to help cheer you on. “That’s… a lot to take in. I hope you don’t stress yourself out too much. Please get some rest and don’t overwork yourself.”

You hadn't seen this side of him before but it was very sweet of him to even say all those things to you. You ended up chatting for a bit, only for you both to find out that he was a student at Hankuk U, you were the same age, you both loved sushi and many more.

Your lunch break was ending soon but you were dreading to say goodbye. “Well, it was really nice talking to you Sunwoo, but I’m afraid my break time’s almost over.”

You pouted sadly, only for him to chuckle.

“Do you have class tonight?”

You nodded.

“Hmm, don’t worry okay? I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Sunwoo said, making you giggle at his disclaimer.

The both of you got up only for him to speak up.

“My friends and I are leaving soon too. I’ll see you tomorrow. Take care, don’t forget to eat before you head to class!” He reminded you. Not forgetting to give him a nod.

A few days later, you had just ended your night class and you were almost burned out for the day, you could barely keep your eyes open. Only for your phone to ring. It was Eric.

“Hello?” You said into the line.

“Hey! Are you finished with class?”

“Yeah. I’m heading down now. Where are you?”

“At the parking lot. Me and Chanhee hyung decided to wait for you today.”

With that being said, you gasped lightly, unable to digest this information.

“Wha- Eric are you serious? You didn’t have to- omg.”

“No, it’s fine! Besides, me and hyung needed to discuss something anyway. Meet us at the parking lot okay?”

Before you could reply, he already hung up the call, making you sigh. You felt bad for making them wait for you since it was already half past 10 at night. But then again, they did it out of their own will. You arrived at the parking lot, only to see Chanhee and Eric leaning against the side of Chanhee’s car amongst a few other vehicles left just chatting away while waiting for you.

Just then, Eric glanced towards the entrance, only to see a very tired you dragging your feet towards them. You could barely open your eyes as you held onto your bag strap for your dear life. Right when you had just arrived in front of them, your vision blacked out, feeling your head pound against your skull. You let out a soft groan, falling forwards, just in time for Eric to catch you.

“Woah, are you okay?” He asked worriedly as Chanhee and him exchanged glances to one another.

“Mmm, y-yeah… I just blacked out for a bit.” You said, only to hear Chanhee sigh.

“How many times must we tell you not to overwork yourself and get some sleep?” Chanhee said.

“I did sleep...” You tried to defend yourself, but they knew you better than you know yourself.

“How many hours did you sleep last night?” Eric asked as he narrowed his eyes at you questioningly. You avoided their piercing gazes by answering their question in a hushed tone.

“An hour and a half.”

With that, your two friends let out a heavy sigh as Eric looked disappointed in his friend. It wasn’t because he was mad at you, it was because he was growing more and more concerned over your sleeping patterns and your health. You weren't just schooling, you were working as well so it would only be right if you maintained a healthy sleeping pattern and a balanced work/study time.

“That’s it. You’re coming home with me. I’m gonna make sure you get that sleep you so well deserved.” Chanhee said as Eric nodded in agreement.

“What? No, I’m fine. Okay, I promise I’ll sleep tonight.” You said.

“Yeah right.”

“You don’t trust me?” You asked with a pout.

“On this? No, I don’t.” With that, you scoffed as you knew you couldn’t fight back with them. So with that being said, you ended up following Chanhee to his apartment since he lived alone. Once you were back at Chanhee’s place, he told you to wash up. He let you borrow a loose shirt and sleeping shorts.

He told you to sleep in his bed and that he could take the couch. At first you rejected it, saying you could sleep on the couch but he refused.

Chanhee purposely placed your bag in the living room so that you couldn’t sneakily stay up all night and worked on your assignment. Chanhee’s body clock was never normal to begin with but to him, your sleeping pattern was more important than his.

Hence, the reason why he was still awake at 3am, watching the live broadcast of the World Cup. He was trying so hard to keep quiet to avoid waking you up as he eagerly watched the tournament. Just then, he thought he heard soft whimpers in his head.

“What the-” He mumbled to himself as he continued watching the game.

Just then, the whimper sounded again and it was a lot more distinct this time. With that, he lowered down the volume just to see if that sound would appear again. Not long after, he heard the whimper again and it seemed to have come from his hallway.

Chanhee got up immediately as he went to his bedroom, opening the door gently.

That’s when he saw you shifting uncomfortably in your sleep. He approached you in a rush as he saw you clutching onto the blanket against your chest as you had a frown on your face.

You were mumbling something in your sleep but he couldn’t really catch what you said.

“(Y/N)? Hey wake up.” Chanhee said softly as he placed a hand on your shoulder and lightly shook it. It took him 3 tries to finally get you awake when you jolted forward. Your breathing was heavy as you sat there with cold sweat running down the side of your face.

“It’s okay (Y/N), you’re okay. I’m here. It’s just a nightmare.” He comforted you while grabbing a handful of his shirt.

He pulled you into a hug, feeling your body shiver. They stayed like that for a while, only for him to tuck you back in bed. He pushed your hair away from your face as he looked down at you gently with a soft smile.

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

“Goodnight Chanhee.”

He was about to walk away when you grabbed his hand.

“Thank you… for everything.”

Chanhee could only smile, gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb and soon spoke up.

“Get some rest, (Y/N).” You nodded only to let go of his hand. You fell back asleep a few seconds after as he went back to the living room, only to turn off the television and went to sleep himself.

It has been 4 months since Sunwoo first came to the café and you've gotten a lot closer than before.

However, Sunwoo still has yet to ask you out on a date.

It was a chilly Wednesday afternoon and both Chanhee and Eric promised to visit you after their lecture. The time was 35 minutes past 2 and the two guys had just entered the café, settling themselves into one of the empty tables beside the glass window after they ordered their drinks.

After making their drinks, you made your own drink and took one of the sandwiches from the fridge. Making your way to them for your lunch break.

“Hey guys, one iced mocha and one iced matcha latte for the two sweetest guys I’m lucky to have as friends.” You said, causing the two boys to smirk.

“Just friends?” Eric teased.

“Best friends.” You corrected yourself, only for Chanhee to laugh at Eric’s pained reaction.

“Ouch, never thought I’d be friend zoned this quick.”

You found yourself giggling as you spoke up to comfort your friend while you took a seat beside him.

“I love you, Eric ah.”

He couldn’t find himself being angry at you as he immediately melted and soon became a giggling mess. You were just chatting away, gossiping about the same stuck up girl in their class who keeps acting as if everyone was head over heels for when they’re actually not.

Just then, a familiar voice calls out to Chanhee and Eric from a distance behind you making your heart skip a beat.

“Hey! Hyung! Eric ah!”

Chanhee glanced past your shoulder while Eric turned to look over his own shoulder before they smiled widely and waved eagerly to whoever was behind you.

“That voice…” You whispered under your breath, only to slowly turn around. That’s when you saw Sunwoo walking up to your table along with his usual group of friends. However, you didn’t miss the look on Sunwoo’s face when he locked eyes with you. He was definitely surprised but also confused as to why you were seated with his friends.

“Oh? It’s the cute barista!” Juyeon said innocently. Flashing them a bashful smile. Just then, both Chanhee and Eric turned to look at each other simultaneously only for them to look at you and spoke up in unison.

“You’re the cute barista Sunwoo’s been talking about?!”

With that, Sunwoo gestured a punch to them signalling them to keep quiet. Only for him to look at you and ask.

“You know them?”

You could only nod as you told him the truth.

“I’ve known them since college.”

The rest of the boys gasped at the newly profound information. They couldn’t believe you were mutual friends with Chanhee and Eric. The 12 of you ended up sitting in two separate tables side by side whilst Chanhee and Eric began to spill the tea about Sunwoo.

“I can’t believe he’s been talking about you all these while.” Eric said.

“If I had known sooner, I would have set you two up on a date.” Chanhee said, causing you to glance at Sunwoo who was sitting opposite you. You cleared your throat and glanced down at your wrist watch before you got up abruptly to avoid any more awkward conversations.

“Oh look, my break time is ending. Nice talking to you guys. Thanks for visiting me today, my babies. More cakes for you? Yes? Okay.” You said in a rush. Quickly leaving the table, earning a laugh from the guys. Thinking that your actions are cute.

“Sunwoo, you really have a good taste don’t you?” Eric teased, making Sunwoo throw a tissue paper packet to Eric’s face, catching the poor boy by surprise.

You were in the back room, having a short break when your co-worker, Mingi called for you from the door.

“(Y/N), somebody wants to talk to you. He said he’s a friend of yours?” Mingi said, making you hum in confusion but nonetheless left the back room.

Only to be met with Sunwoo standing at the collection point.

“Sunwoo?”

“Hey, umm, I was wondering… Are you… free, this weekend?” You found yourself blushing as you tried to come up with a quick response.

“Uhh yeah. Yeah, I’m free.” Sunwoo didn’t expect you to say yes so quickly but it definitely made him feel slightly happy that he didn’t get rejected.

“Great. Umm, I’ll pick you up at 8?”

“Okay.” You smiled genuinely.

“Okay… Well, I uhh, better get going. Bye (Y/N). See you.” He said shyly, his ears starting to burn red.

“See you Sunwoo.” You said, only for him to quickly leave before his whole tomato head explodes.

Weekends finally came and it was already 30 minutes past 7 and you were struggling to find a nice outfit to wear. You didn’t know exactly where he was taking you, all he said was to wear nicely. You were nervous to say the least. You haven't been on a date in like what? 2 years?

Ever since your last date where you got stood up, you decided not to go on any more blind dates. You would rather stay single for the rest of your life than being played with and getting your heart broken again and again.

Sunwoo texted you a few minutes later saying he was downstairs so you replied by saying you’ll be down in a minute. You soon left your apartment and locked the doors before heading down the corridor towards the lift lobby. Once you were at ground level, you made your way out, only to see Sunwoo leaning against his car door.

The minute he noticed your figure walking towards him, he looked up only to give you a one over. You stopped a few feet in front of him with a shy smile as he spoke up.

“Wow, you look really stunning.”

“Thank you. You look dashing.” You giggled.

Sunwoo was wearing a dark blue button down shirt tucked into his black denim skinny jeans, a pair of black sneakers and a few stainless steel accessories. He recently dyed his hair to a deep berry colour. He soon opened the door for you. Getting in before he walked over to the driver seat. Once he was in, he buckled his seatbelt and started his car engine.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“It’s a surprise.” Sunwoo said with a cheeky smile as you could feel your heartstrings pull.

The drive to the destination wasn’t as long as you thought, maybe because the journey was filled with jokes and laughter every now and then. Before you knew it, he finally pulled into a parking lot at what seems to be an outdoor movie theatre.

“Sunwoo yah… This is…” You paused as you got out of the car while he reached over to the back seat to take the blanket he brought to lay it down on the grass. He came back to your side after locking his car, only for you to continue from where you left off.

“So cute. How did you even find out about this outdoor movie?”

He smiled as you both began to walk towards the open space where quite a lot of couples were already seated down on their own blankets.

“My friend told me about this when he went on a date with his girlfriend the other day. So I figured why not give it a try.” Sunwoo said, making you blush.

You managed to find an empty space so he laid down the blanket and soon sat down. While waiting for the movie, you talked about almost anything. The movie soon started as everyone was starting to get excited. Halfway through the beginning of the movie, you were sitting beside Sunwoo with your legs extended out in front of you.

The night slowly got breezy, feeling the cool air blowing on you softly. Just then, he saw you straightening your posture, rubbing your arms to keep yourself warm. He felt bad that he couldn’t give you his jacket since he didn’t wear any.

However, an idea flashed across his mind, making him turn to you to speak.

“Hey, are you cold?” He asked. You turned to him with a small smile before you answered.

“Yeah, but it’s fine. It’s just a little chilly, that’s all.” Sunwoo wasn’t convinced as he saw your teeth clattering, making him chuckle softly.

“You know, I heard from somewhere that close body contact can keep us warm.” Sunwoo suggests indirectly to you, turning your head to him to see a playful smile on his lips.

You giggled as you looked at him with your brows raised.

“Are you okay with it?”

“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t suggest it would I?” He asked, causing you to mentally facepalm at your ridiculous self.

“Right. You have a point.”

You heard him chuckle when he pat the empty spot in between his legs, gesturing for you to come over.

“C’mere.” He said.

Once you have settled down between his legs, you feel him wrap his arms around your body, trapping your arms. Gently pressing your back against his chest. Warmth immediately engulfing you both as you snuggled deeper into his chest.

“Warm enough?” He asked, only for you to nod.

You stayed like that for the rest of the movie. Sacrificing his back if it meant keeping you warm throughout the 1 and a half hours of the movie.

After the movie ended, you went to get supper before he sent you home. You agreed to let him walk you all the way to your door. Hence, the reason why you were now standing outside your apartment door. You unlocked the door but then turned around to face him.

“Thank you for today Sunwoo. It was a fun experience watching a movie outdoors for the first time under the starry night.” You said as he smiled.

“I’m glad you liked it…”

“I hope we can do something like this again soon.” At that being said, his ears perked up, staring at you in awe.

“A-Again? Does that mean…?” He paused, causing you to giggle.

“Yes. I’d love to go on a date with you again.”

Sunwoo couldn’t contain his excitement as he smiled from ear to ear, his adorable toothy grin made your heart skip a few beats. He elicited a soft giggle, biting his lip to stop himself from smiling too much.

Just then, you decided to take it upon yourself by pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek. Sunwoo was frozen in place as you smiled up to him endearingly before you bid him goodbye. You quickly entered your apartment to hide your flushed face when you could feel the embarrassment starting to creep up on you. You leaned against the door. Trying to steady your heartbeat.

After what felt like forever, you finally pushed yourself off the door and was about to walk deeper into your apartment when there was a knock.

You turned around to open it and you were greeted by Sunwoo again, seeming he finally came into senses.

Without any words exchanged, he took one quick step forward, reaching up to cup your face with one hand before he gently pressed his lips against yours. You melted almost immediately when you felt him smile into the kiss. Sunwoo could feel his heart get weaker, snaking one hand around your waist while pulling you closer to him.

Your hands rested on his chest as he pulled away with a soft sound, only for you to keep your gaze on his collarbone. Too shy to look at him in the eye.

Sunwoo gently took your chin in between his thumb and index finger. Tilting your head up, making you lock eyes with him.

“I’m pretty sure that just proves to you how I feel about you, but I still wanna tell you in words. I really, really like you. And I would love to take you out on more dates and be able to call you mine.”

With his cute confession, you couldn’t help but giggle. Wrapping your arms around his neck before you spoke up.

“I like you too Sunwoo. And yes, I would love to go on dates with you, and for you to call me yours.” With that being said, Sunwoo smiled in victory. Kissing you again sweetly.

The next day, you broke the news to your friends as you got happy cheers and excited screams in the group chat. Sunwoo never thought he would date anyone after being rejected multiple times but maybe he was fated to meet you and be the person who orders the same drink every time at the café you worked in. Maybe now he could finally live his love life with more cuddles and Strawberry Lattes.

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Babysitting (Part 1)

You and Alcina are roped into taking care of your friend's daughter for a few days. Alcina is...less than excited about it. I mean, come on, a baby in Castle Dimitrescu? What could possibly go wrong?!

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The warmth of the afternoon sun crept its way into the windows of Castle Dimitrescu. Both you and Alcina decided it was a beautiful day to take your afternoon tea in the gardens instead of the library . Blooms grew in newly fragranced air, the sweet petals that fluttered reflected by the honeyed-sweetness within. The garden birds always warm your heart. They bring so much joy just from watching them play and dance around the hedges. There are so many of them out today, large and small, brown, red-capped, and golden stripped. You love listening to their chirping, each singing its own beautiful song.

Alcina held your hand over the table as she sipped her special blend of tea.

“Oh, Darling, did I tell you Cristofor and Lucia are going out of town? He says it’s for business but honestly, I think they just want to have a break from the baby. I mean, I don’t blame them, it’s their first kid and you know how hectic everything’s been for them lately."

Alcina nods. “Yes, well, it didn’t help that they were a little unprepared for baby Julianna. That’s her name, right? I remember we offered to buy a few things for them before she was born.”

“Yeah, that’s it, but I just call her Jewel. My precious little gem. I guess they’re gonna be gone for the extended weekend and need someone to watch her.”

Alcina scoffs. “I pity those they choose.”

“Oh stop it, Alcina, it won’t be that bad.”

She stops what she’s doing, nearly choking on her tea, and just stares at you. “You didn’t. You did not! Please for the love of Mother Miranda tell me you didn’t say we would take care of her!”

Your silence was all the answer she needed.

“Why would you do that? Castle Dimitrescu is no place for a baby!”

“Tell that to Cris! I tried telling him that and all he did was assure me that everything would be fine. They feel Jewel would be safest in our care; they were practically begging, Al. What was I supposed to say?”

“No?” You roll your eyes at her. “What about their family? Are they really not available?”

“Lucia said she would feel guilty asking her folks to do any more for them. They usually watch her every day Cris and Lucia are at work. Imagine that plus three straight days; I would want a break too.”

Alcina stayed silent.

“They’re gonna stop by in a few days with some stuff, like diapers and toys and things.”

Alcina huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m so glad you discussed the details so thoroughly with them.”

“I figured you would say no. Look, I’m sorry I went behind your back but they really need a babysitter and they don’t trust anyone as they do us. Besides, I’m Jule’s unofficial aunt, I don’t think I can say no to something like this. I know you don’t like kids, but-”

“What are you talking about? I love seeing little Julianna.”

“You do? Cause every time they come to visit you seem kind of...distant”

“I don’t...I don’t like holding her. She’s too tiny and fragile for someone like me to be holding.”

“Someone like you?” Then it dawned on you. “Oh, Alci. You don’t actually believe that, do you? You’re always so gentle with her.”

“Because if I’m not delicate I’ll crush her.” Alcina’s face held sorrow to it, not evident to most individuals.

“You wouldn’t crush her, Alci. I know you better than that. You literally came running into my study the other day because I screamed ‘spider,’ and then carried me out because I lost sight of it. You’re a lot more gentle than you’re giving yourself credit.You're a good, thoughtful, and gentle person Alci. Anyone who can’t see that is purely idiotic,” I muttered under my breath.

“I suppose it’s not the worst thing in the world, having a baby running around the castle. And we have time to babyproof everything.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard, love, she’s only seven months old. She’s only just starting to learn how to crawl.”

You were talking but Alcina wasn’t listening. She was too busy making a mental checklist of everything that needed to be done before baby Julianna arrived. “Hmm? Oh yes, of course, darling. Do you know where they got those baby gates? We’re going to need quite a few of them.”

“Alci, I don’t think we’ll need-” She’s already walked away. “ Hey, at least you’re embracing it?”

True to his word, Cris arrived at the castle three days later with a carriage full of supplies. You wanted to welcome them with Alcina, but the matriarch was nowhere to be found. The past few days for her have been spent deep cleaning the walls and floors, which really sucked, especially for Bela, Cassi, and Dani. They stuck doing the hard labor as Alcina bossed them around.

You greeted him with a tight hug. “Thank god you’re here. Alcina’s going crazy trying to babyproof everything. I don’t think the castle’s ever been this protected. Or this clean,” I muttered the last part under my breath.

Cris put a hand over his heart. “Oh, she doesn’t have to do that! Julianna can barely crawl five feet. Besides, I know for certain this place is much neater than our house, even on a bad day. She would have been perfectly fine.”

“I tried to tell her to not worry so much, but it just goes in one ear and out the other. Perhaps if she hears it from you she’ll finally listen,” I rolled my eyes playfully.

Cris nods. “And you wonder why I think Julianna’s so safe up here. I’ll be sure to mention it to Alcina. Do you wanna unload this stuff now or wait for her?”

You glance behind him to the carriage. There were a few large bags filled with miscellaneous items as well as a few larger things on the back seat not bagged at all like the playpen. “I don’t even know where she is, Cris. And I’d offer to have the girls help, but they’re hiding from Alci. Let’s just get started. We can put it in the lounge in the foyer until Alcina comes around.”

“Sounds like a plan. Some of this stuff I’ll bring more of when we drop her off, like diapers, you’ll never have enough diapers,” he says as he tosses you a bag.

“So you’ve said. Didn’t you have a nightmare about it once?”

“Before Lucia even went into labor. We ran out and every shop in a 50-mile radius was sold out. To date, it’s one of my worst nightmares.”

You laughed. “So where are you guys going? I mean, really going. You don’t actually think I believe that crap about a Mortician Expo, do you?”

Cris gave you a look of skepticism and stayed silent as if he were planning his next move.

“Relax man, I don’t actually care. Taking care of a baby is more work than I can imagine. I would want a break too!” The statement seemed to ease him.

“Nowhere special. We made reservations at a nice hotel a few hours south of here; it’s got a pool, hot tub, couples massages, the works!”

You nod, tossing the last of the bags by the lounge. “Nice! You guys deserve it, like I said, I can’t imagine how much work taking care of Julianna is.”

“You won’t have to in a few days,” he laughed.

“I’m excited now, but something tells me I won’t be in a few days. Just sleep deprived!”

“Nah you’ll love it. It’s just, well only slightly tiring! That’s all. Should we go looking for Alcina? I wanna go over Julianna’s schedule with both of you.”

“She knew you were coming so she should be here any minute now. I’m sure she just lost track of time bossing the girls around. The entire west wing has been baby-proofed and when I mean the entire wing, I mean the entire wing. She had Daniela take down all of the ornate weapons and armor from the walls while Bela and Cassi scrubbed everything. And that was just this morning.”

“I’ll be sure to thank them then,” Cris chuckled lightheartedly.

As if on cue, you can just make out the sound of high heels rushing down the corridor, only to stop abruptly just around the corner. Knowing Alcina she was probably adjusting herself to look like her usual well-presented way. Sure as rain, Alcina approached looking as elegant as ever. “Oh Cristofor, please forgive me. It’s been total chaos around here- I completely lost track of time and-”

Cris waved it off and took her hand in his, bringing it up so he could kiss her wedding ring. “Think nothing of it, Alcina. I heard you’ve been keeping yourself busy.”

The matriarch sent you a glare that you shrug off with a smug smile.

“You don’t need to worry about anything, Alcina. I know my little girl will be in the best care possible up here. There’s no one Lucia and I trust more.”

“That is one very generous statement, Cristofor, but a castle is still no place for a baby, especially this one.”

“That may hold some truth, but most of all that...messy business stays in the basement, right?”

“All of it does,” you answer for Alcina. “Even I’m not allowed down there and we’ve been married for three and a half years!”

“And for good reason,” Alcina says. “You know what goes on down there. Why would I put my wife’s life in danger?”

You were about to retaliate but Cris wrapped his arms around the both of you. “Let’s just get this stuff upstairs, huh? Far the fuck away from the basement and whatever goes on down there.”

Alcina opens her mouth but Cris shakes his head profusely. “Nope, don’t want to know. Let’s just get to the bedroom. Wow, the walls do look bare.”

“Indeed,” Alcina nodded. “It’s a good thing little Julianna is staying, I should have had the walls deep cleaned nearly decades ago,” she let out an elegant laugh.

“I hope you didn’t do all this just for us.” Cris looked in awe as the various portraits and ornate weapons decorating the walls became more scarce as they neared the master bedroom. It made this part of the castle feel abandoned. The chemical smell of cleaning solvents was strong, but it would surely be gone in time for Julianna’s arrival.

“Of course I did. You are family and you deserve nothing but the best possible care.”

Cristofor shakes his head. "You're a good woman, Alcina. I genuinely hope you know that."

She gives him a warm smile while holding the bedroom door open for him. "I try to be."

"So," he sets down his two large boxes of supplies to rub his back. "Where do you want this stuff?"

"At the foot of the bed for now," you shrug. "Alcina and I will organize everything once it's all here."

He nodded and kicked it lazily to the end of the bed and took a seat on the mattress. "If we wanna be lazy we could shove the rest of the boxes in the playpen and carry it all up in one trip."

"We can do that," you smiled. "Then we can start organizing everything."

"And while we're doing that I'd like to walk you through Julianna's schedule. Lucia made you a copy with a couple of notes on how to do specific things...it's all well let’s just say pretty detailed," he laughed.

A look of fear crossed over the matriarch's face for a moment. "Why don't I go grab it? Then you two can start unpacking. If I run into the girls I'll send them up as well."

"Oh leave the girls alone," you shake your head at the matriarch. "They're already hiding from you."

Alcina lets out an exasperated laugh. "Can you believe that, Cristofor? My own daughters are hiding from me!" Alcina exclaimed with a look of sheer amusement on her face.

"Nothing I'm looking forward to." You started unpacking the many boxes of diapers and arranging them neatly on the already emptied shelves while Cris made himself comfortable sitting on the floor, unpacking blankets and clothes. He unfolded and refolded them in a perfect square and placed them on top of the hope chest. You smiled at each plush blanket bearing a different pattern and color.

"Where can I put her clothes?"

"Um, just on the bed for now. I don't know if Alcina emptied out a drawer yet. It would be that middle one if you wanna check."

You hear almost all the joints in his legs crack as he stands and makes his way over to the dresser. He grips the knobs but pauses before opening them. "I'm not gonna find anything dirty in here, am I?"

"Not in there, no."

He turns back to you with an arched brow and hung jaw. You only laugh at him.

"Is it cleared out?"

He nods, neatly organizing the various onesies and pajama sets.

He busied himself displaying various lotions and powders on the coffee table, which would act as your changing station.

“What can I do?” Alcina asked, staring down anxiously at the various bottles.

Cris thought for a moment before taking two smaller boxes out of the playpen and pushing them towards the vampire. “These are for bath time." He quickly scanned over the contents to make sure he was correct. "This box is shampoos, soaps, and toys. Julianna loves bath time; the more toys and games the better." Alcina smiled. “And this box is her special duck towel, washcloth- also a duck pattern she loves ducks, two non-slip bath mats for both inside and outside the tub, and a sponge.”

She looked a tad overwhelmed again taking in all the items but took the boxes nonetheless. “Good thing I cleared out cupboard space, right darling?”

You wanted to laugh but restrained yourself to biting the inside of your cheek instead. “Yes, dear.”

"Well, that's everything. Oh, and don't worry about a crib. Lucia and I are bringing it when we drop Julianna off."

Alcina shook her head and simply waved him off. "Oh don't bother, Cristofor. We have one she's more than welcome to use."

You gave her a confused look. "Um, no we don't."

"Yes, we do. I just have to grab it out of storage. If you'd like to wait and see if it's up to your standards you're more than welcome to." It wasn't so much of an invitation as it was a plea.

Cris laughed. "Alcina, I told you anything you have is probably way better than ours. I'm sure it's fine."

"It would make me feel a lot better," Alcina said with a hint of desperation in her voice.

"Alright, whatever it takes to make you feel better about this."

Alcina sighed in relief and rushed down the hall.

"She really is worked up about this isn't she?"

You let yourself collapse back onto the bed. "You have no idea. She's been fretting over everything since I told her three whole days ago!"

"I kinda figured she would be the calm one between the two of you since, you know, she's got three kids already."

You feigned a look of hurt. "Ok first of all, ouch my pride! Secondly, all three of the girls were turned when they were adults. Which is why I wanna know where this supposed crib came from."

He turned back to you. "And you know what you're doing?"

"Of course not, but one of us has to be calm about it."

Cris laughed, letting himself lounge back on his elbows. Any further down and he was afraid he would fall asleep. "I guess that's true. You're gonna be great though, both of you. Just the fact that you're worrying about all this stuff tells me you're really dedicated to keeping Julianna safe and happy here."

"Thanks, man. I think I really needed to hear that. Got any advice to help us prepare?"

He slaps a hand on your thigh and gives it a friendly squeeze. "Have as much sex as you can before she's here. Because once she is, you'll be way too tired to even think about it."

You sit up and look at him incredulously, which earns him a hearty laugh. "I asked you for advice on how to keep your baby alive and you tell me to bone my wife?"

"All I'm saying is Lucia and I haven't been able to do it since before Julianna was born," Cris whispered in all seriousness.

Alcina returned carrying what you can only assume is the crib covered with a sheet. Bela stepped in first to hold the door open for her.

"Thank you, darling. I found my one good daughter to help me. Not the rascals this time!"

Cris laughs. "I see that."

The blonde nodded and joined you both on the bed. "Hello, y/n. Hello, Uncle Cris."

"Good to see you, Bela."

“Alright,” you hop off the bed. “Let’s see this crib that we apparently have just laying around.”

Alcina rolls her eyes and yanks the dusty sheet away, revealing the most beautiful baby crib you have ever seen. Polished solid dark oak frame with solid gold detailing wrapping around the bars like vines. The Dimitrescu House Crest is shining proudly on both sides.

A smug grin plastered itself on Alcina’s face knowing she single-handedly put an end to your snarky remarks.

“Holy shit,” you finally say. “And you had this in storage…just because?”

The question made her uncomfortable, you could tell. A shadow cast over Alcina’s face. “I had it made a while back and forgot about it until now. I’m glad it stayed in such pristine shape. Any polishes used on it were water-based and non-toxic. Perfect for a baby to slobber on,” she chuckles almost a bit uncomfortably.

Cris shook his head as he ran a hand across the smooth wooden framework. “I don’t know what to say, Alcina. It’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“Only the best for our favorite niece.”

Cris clapped his hands together and pulled out a few pieces of paper from his back pocket. "Now, onto Julianna's schedule. Lucia tried to be as helpful as possible when writing it down, but she said if you have any questions just ask her when we drop her Jules off."

Both of you nodded as he handed them to you. Bela situated herself on your bed with one of the plushies he brought over just because.

Daily Routine

7 am- wake up and bottle feed 8 ounces for about 20 minutes (doesn't have to be one the dot if she's still sleeping. It's a rare occurrence for her to sleep in, but it could happen

7:30- playtime on the floor or outside (we usually keep her inside this early in the morning but either is perfectly suitable)

8:00- breakfast (something solid-ish. Like oatmeal and fruit chunks)

8:30- more play

Between 9-9:30- bottle-feed 6 ounces for 15 minutes then naptime

11:00- wake up and play (she loves her building blocks and rattle)

Noon- lunch (baby food! Fruit or veggie) (she'll probably refuse solids but don't take no for an answer! Even just a few are ok if she's especially cranky)

12:30- play (peek-a-boo in the mirror! she gets a kick out of it every time.

1:30- bottle-feed 6 ounces and nap (Congrats! you're halfway there)

3:30- wake up and play (try using the hand puppets and engage her in nursery rhymes)

4:00- bottle feed four ounces for roughly 20 minutes

5:00- dinner (more baby food. Whichever one she didn’t have for lunch)! Same as the morning, she'll probably refuse)

5:30-play (maybe go for a walk if you haven't already?)

6:30- bath time! (see added note for specific bathtime notes. She loves hearing her little rubber ducky squeak)

7:00- bottle-feed 8 ounces then time for bed (good luck trying to sleep and getting her to sleep)

1:30 am- bottle feed again (she’ll wake you up when she’s hungry don’t worry)

Breastmilk can be refrigerated for five days and I’ve given you more than enough to hold her over. Protect it with your lives! Breast Milk is liquid gold!

You read the note over a couple of times before handing it to Alcina who looked just as overwhelmed as you. "That is so much."

"Not enough," Alcina says at the same time.

Cris laughs. "Wanna see what she wrote for bathtime?"

Alcina took the second not from him.

Bathtime Tips

Make sure the adhesive mats are set down before bath time begins. One in the tub one outside

Make sure you have everything you need nearby; towel, washcloth, toys (especially her duck), shampoos, lotion, clean clothes, and a diaper

It’s easiest (and less painful) to sit on a stool or something instead of standing and bending over

ALWAYS KEEP A HAND ON HER!

Take off any jewelry and be sure to wash your hands

Check the water temp with the inside of your wrist- it should be warm (not too hot or too cold)

Dry and dress her on the floor (hence the second mat)

Squirty toys! (The duck is her favorite as it also squeaks)

Plastic boats that she can push around

Whale-shaped basin for rinsing hair

Once she’s all dry she can go right in her crib

"Sweet Satan, Cristofor. This is a lot of information. I mean, the more the better but..."

You take her hand in yours and kiss the top of her knuckles. "It's alright, Love, we've got this. If anyone can manage this it's us."

She nods but doesn't really believe your words. You can see the doubt reflecting in her eyes. "You're right."

"It looks way more complicated than it is, ladies. You just put her in the tub, don't let her drown, clean her, and take her out. Boom, simple as that."

Alcina lets out a relieving chuckle and you thank him silently.

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You lay awake that night unable to fall asleep. Alcina is awake too, but you don't dare speak to her. She's too lost in her own world to be bothered with your nonsense. But it was starting to eat you alive from the inside out. You looked over at it sitting across the room. Its existence is mocking you to the point where you can almost hear it laughing at you.

You finally break the silence. “Who’s even is it? You turned the girls when they were adults, right?”

“Yes.”

“All of them?”

You hear her sigh. “Yes of course all of them. Now please, I don’t want to talk about this.”

“But you had to have a reason, Al. No one just has a crib as intricate as that made out of the blue.”

“It doesn’t matter,” her tone grew sharper. “We have it now for Julianna and that’s what matters.”

“I guess so, but…” you turn your body to face her. Her silhouette is laying on her back staring up at the ceiling. “D-did you try having a baby with someone else and…”

She turns to look at you with wide golden eyes. Not angry, but certainly not expecting that line of questioning. You immediately regret opening your mouth.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-“ Alcina silences your ramblings with a searing kiss. One you happily return.

“It’s nothing like that, my love. My only children are ours. I had it made last year when Lucia first told us she was pregnant. I remember how excited you were for them. You did so much to help her get ready, for both of them, really.” Alcina smiled and reached blindly for your hand. “And every time they come up to visit your eyes just light up when you see Julianna. You’re so good with her, iubirea mea.”

A shadow of guilt passed over her face. “I overheard you talking to Lucia about wanting kids of your own.”

Your heart plummeted down to the pit of your stomach.

“You love our daughters with your entire heart, but it’s not the same as raising your own flesh and blood. Every time I saw you holding little Julianna or singing to her I pictured you with our baby. So, I got all excited and, albeit, ahead of myself and had the crib made.”

“For our baby,” you finished with a genuine smile.

Alcina nodded. “I wanted to wait for you to bring up the conversation before saying anything about it, and” her voice cracks. “You never did. I didn’t understand why at first. You would produce such a beautiful baby with or without me.” Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes threatening to cascade down her cheeks. “Then one night it just sort of hit me; why would you want to share something as precious and innocent as a baby with a monster like me?”

Tears flowed freely from her eyes and sobs racked her body, it broke your heart. Without thinking you throw yourself at Alcina and wrap her tightly in your arms. The vampire happily buries her face in the crook of your neck and cries her heart out. You thread your fingers through her hair to help soothe her.

“Oh, my love, I’m so sorry. Don’t you ever refer to yourself as a monster ever again, do you hear me? You are no monster, Alcina Dimitrescu. How can someone as loving, and soft, and generous like you be anything besides an angel?”

“Oh stop pretending, y/n. I’m a genetically mutated freak! The baby would take one look at me and start wailing,” Alcina let out a frustrated huff.

“Stop it, Alcina. Our baby would adore you just like Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela do. Julianna loves you to pieces! She gets so excited every time you walk in the room.”

Alcina sniffled. “She does that with everyone.”

“Because she likes us, Al.”

A beat of awkward silence passed between the two of you until you finally felt her breathing steady.

“You want to have a baby with me?”

You couldn’t contain your smile as she nodded ever so slightly into your neck. “Why didn’t you say anything before? We could have talked about it months ago. The only reason I never brought it up was that I assumed you didn’t want any more children running amuck in the castle. Imagine if they turned out to be just like Daniela.”

That got her to laugh a little. “I wouldn’t mind a baby running around; especially if they look like you.”

“Well I don’t know about that considering we would have to adopt.”

A mischievous smile crept on Alcina’s lips. “Who says we can’t have a baby ourselves?”

“Um, nature? We’re both women, Alcina. I don’t think I have to explain to you how that won’t work.”

Alcina chuckles into your neck. “We’d have quite the brood running around the castle if it did.”

“Then you want to find a donor?” She detached herself from you just enough to give you a look of disgust. “Of course not; no one is allowed to touch my y/n except me.” She flips you both over so you’re pinned underneath her. “There are ways we could have a baby, you know?”

A blush covered your cheeks down to your chest. “O-oh?”

“Mmhm. The old witch in the village could brew something up for us, should we choose to carry.” She laughs at your dumbfounded expression. “It would be a sex change tonic of sorts. Temporary of course, I believe it only lasts a week.”

You blush furiously.

“And depending on the portions of ingredients she uses we could change the erm, size, if you catch my drift.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, in real words at least. Something between a yelp and a whimper came out of your mouth instead. It gets a laugh out of Alcina at least.

“That’s really a thing we could do?”

She starts trailing kisses down your neck to your chest. “Oh yes,” her free hand comes up to pull your shirt down over your breasts. As soon as they pooled out of their confinement Alcina started circling one of your nipples with her tongue. “Would you like that, darling? To feel my cock pounding into you.”

Fuck you loved it when she talks dirty to you. But that turned you on more than you were willing to admit. You gave a shy nod.

Alcina rewards your honesty by taking your hardened nipple in her mouth and sucking. Her other hand moved up your body to rest on your other breast, gently kneading it like dough.

Alcina has always been fascinated with your breasts. Always burying her face in them when cuddling. She simply melted into them on bad days. Giving her a scalp massage at the same time earned you bonus points.

Her lips abandon your nipple, leaving a bridge of saliva still connecting you, and snuggled her face deep in between your breasts. She let out a long sigh and closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the moment. Her eyes flutter open and you can see the corners of a smile buried in your chest. “What do you think, my love?”

“I think we should see how we do this weekend before making any big decisions.”

Alcina leaned forward only enough to kiss your lips. “Sounds like a plan.”

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queenshelby · 3 years

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Fun at the Markets

50 Shades of Murphy – Part Four

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: SMUT, Public Sex, BDSM, Dom/Sub

Words: 2,296

‘Do you actually want me to come with you? You know you could say no’ you said after Cillian’s mother and sister had left and you were wondering why Cillian didn’t try and get out of this rather awkward situation. After all, you weren’t in a relationship. You simply met up to have sex.

‘I know I could have said no’ Cillian said with a warm smile before giving you a gentle kiss and cupping your face. ‘But I want you to come and spend the day with me’ he then said.

‘Alright, let me have a shower and get dressed then’ you said after looking at the watch.

‘Shower sounds good to me’ Cillian smirked and, within less than two minutes, you both were undressed and beneath the hot stream of water in Cillian’s large bathroom.

‘Turn around’ Cillian instructed in haste but, this time, you shook your head.

‘No’ you grinned as your hands traced over his wet skin, all the way down to his pubic hair.

‘No?’ Cillian asked surprised and you shook your head.

‘No’ You repeated. ‘You only get to be in charge when we are inside the playroom’ you then added before you pushed him onto the stone bench along the wall of the shower.

The rain shower head dripped water onto your bodies as you squatted above Cillian’s lap, reaching down and taking hold of him.

‘Alright, I let you be in charge this time’ Cillian chuckled as you lowered yourself onto him.

‘Hmm you feel good’ you groaned as you sank onto him before kissing him passionately.

The water ran down your breasts, over your stomach and between your legs. Between your legs, you felt his strength within you, matched by your own feminine strength, typically more flexible, supplicant.

For once, you were dominated him and he was helpless before you.

Cillian’s eyes were on your breasts and then your eyes as you looked down into his while you were riding him.

You felt him throbbing inside of you. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak but you covered it and kept riding, eliciting a loud groan from Cillian.

Suddenly you began to ride him harder, squeezing his cock with your body. He felt his orgasm coming and you felt it too.

‘Fill me with your cum’ you groaned, wanting to feel him come inside you when you reach your high.

‘Fuck’ Cillian groaned again into your palm and you could feel his breath between your fingers. He moaned and his body slackened. His legs and arms weakened. He couldn’t resist you and couldn’t push you off as you forced him over the edge.

You felt the first shot within you and you slammed down onto him, pushing your softness against his body, squeezing as you lift off, milking another shot out of him. As you felt each stream of cum, your orgasm built until it was inevitable.

She slammed against him, your warm and wet pussy lips sticking to his skin as you writhed against him and thought about his hard cock inside you.

‘Oh god fuck yes’ you moaned as you wrapped your arms around Cillian’s neck and arched your back as you reached your orgasm.

‘Hmm, so good’ you moaned again as you let go of Cillian’s mouth and slid off of him, causing his cum drip from you on to the floor.

***

‘I have a little surprise. I bought something that I think you might enjoy and I would like you to wear it, today, when we go to the markets’ Cillian smirked when you walked into his bedroom to get dressed and you were wondering what this was about. Was he wanting to pick out your clothes now?

‘Well, you've got my attention’ you said with a slight giggle and Cillian was quick to hand you a small box.

Without hesitation, you opened it but you weren’t sure what you were looking at.

It looked like a pair of satin black underwear. It was clearly a thong, but there seemed to be some extra material in the front.

‘Oh Jesus Cillian. We are going out with your mother. I am not wearing this’ you said somewhat shocked when you realised that the panties were fitted out with a vibrator.

‘You did read the contract, didn’t you?’ Cillian smirked and you simply rolled your eyes at him and reminded him that he was only in charge when you were inside the playroom.

‘May I refer to clause 5.3 which deals with the usage of toys outside of the playroom’ Cillian smirked and, again, you rolled your eyes before nodding and agreeing to his request.

‘And yet you just rolled your eyes at me’ he said before giving you a light playful smack on your ass before telling you that, once he gets alone time with you in the playroom again, you would be in trouble.

‘Put them on’ he then instructed again and you couldn’t help but giggle and take them out of his hands.

You put them on as Cillian had requested and could feel that, at the front of the underwear was a little ridge about two inches long, sticking out about half an inch from the fabric.

‘Uhm, how do I turn it on?’ you wondered as Cillian adjusted the panties so that the vibrator sat right in between your pussy lips and flash against your clit.

‘You don’t. I do. The vibrator is connected to my phone via Bluetooth’ Cillian then smirked.

‘Cillian!’ you protested, shaking your head before reaching for the panties in an attempt to take them off until Cillian reminded you, in a sarcastic way, how much fun you had with the nipple clamps the night before.

‘I will use them again and tighten them a bit further around your sweet little nipples unless you do as I say’ Cillian then threated playfully and you grabbed your jeans and pulled them up over your panties with a slight sigh of disapproval.

Your tight jeans pushed the vibrator against your clit even more firmly and you were worried that anyone could hear it if it was turned on.

‘Perfect, now let’s go, eh’ Cillian smiled once you were all dressed, knowing that, once again, he was in control over you.

You nodded before you rolled your eyes again and followed Cillian to his car. Cillian just shrugged and smiled somewhat amused.

***

‘Oh, there you are’ Cillian’s mum said excitedly as you greeted her and Cillian’s two sisters in front of the coffee stand at the local farmer’s markets.

‘Sorry we are a little late’ you said somewhat nervously as you watched Cillian pull out his phone.

‘That’s fine Love. We are used to Cillian being late’ she said. ‘Your father is at the mall Love. You can join him instead of looking at bath bombs and candles with us’ she then said to Cillian, but Cillian declined politely.

‘I love bath bombs and candles’ Cillian joked, causing his sister to roll her eyes.

‘You must be special Y/N. He usually hates coming to the markets with us’ she said somewhat amused about her brother’s contentment to go shopping with four women.

As you walked from stand to stand, occasionally your jeans would rub in such a way that the ridge of the vibrator would gently tweak your clit. It was mildly pleasant, but not anything to write home about and you managed to keep a straight face whenever it happened.

After almost fifteen minutes, Cillian still hadn’t made use of his phone and you were wondering when he would and whether you would be able to still keep the straight face and engage in some conversation.

Finally, you stopped in front of a candle stall and Cillian’s sister and you looked through all of the different ones on display, smelling them and reading up about their ingredients.

Cillian thought that he had been patient enough and, without you noticing it, he reached for his phone and opened the app controlling the vibrator.

Then, all of a sudden, you could feel it, a small buzz for a second or two, just long enough to take your breath away.

‘Hmm’ you let out involuntarily, causing Cillian’s sister to look at you somewhat surprised.

‘This candle smells nice’ you quickly said, causing her to take it out of your hand to have a smell herself.

Then, once again, Cillian quickly buzzed the control as you picked up another candle. You were half expecting it, but still paused, inhaling sharply as you could feel the vibrating sensation.

Undaunted, you put the candle down again and started browsing through the others. One of the salespersons came over and offered to assist you.

Sure enough, just as she talked to you, the buzzing started again but, to your surprise, this time, it didn’t stop.

‘Hmm, uhm, do you…uhm have this style in a rose…uhm’ you struggled to speak but the sales assistant knew what you were after and let you have a smell of a rose flavoured candle.

Just as you did, Cillian came walking over towards you and his sister.

‘Are you alright babe?’ he asked cheekily while turning up the vibrator.

‘Yes’ you huffed out while pressing your legs together all while Cillian had a few questions for the sales assistant himself.

‘What is the burn temperature on these?’ Cillian asked, causing the sales assistant to look at him somewhat puzzled.

’70C’ she then said somewhat confused as to why he cared.

‘That’s too hot Love. You are going to burn yourself’ he then said, winking at you as he did.

‘I am sure she’s a big girl and who knows how to light a candle Cilly’ Cillian’s sister then chuckled, laughing about her brother’s comment.

‘Well, I am just looking out for her’ Cillian then said before giving you a kiss on the cheek and whispering into your ear.

‘Anything above 55C is really going to hurt’ he said before walking away and turning up the vibrator yet another notch.

‘So, we do have these candles which burn at just above 50C. All natural. Do you want to have a smell?’ the woman then asked.

‘Uhm yes…please’ you stammered before holding onto the table beside you.

‘Miss, are you okay?’ the woman asked and you nodded with a brief smile.

This was getting ridiculous. You looked like an idiot in the eyes of the sales assistant as the device was starting to elicit a small biological reaction and you felt your cheeks gently flush.

‘Yes, thank you… I will take two’ you stammered again before quickly paying for your candles and walking off, almost leaving them behind on the counter.

Cillian followed behind, smirking as he did.

‘Is Y/N alright?’ his sister then asked before you met up with Cillian’s mother and his other sister again.

‘She has been having some stomach cramps’ Cillian said bluntly before turning off the vibrator for the remainder of your shopping trip.

***

By the time you reached Cillian’s sister’s house, your panties were already soaking wet and, whilst you struggled to contain yourself, you were desperate to feel more.

But, Cillian was careful and waited until after you all enjoyed his mother’s roast and dessert and until there were no children present in the dining room before he turned the vibrator back on.

Luckily, the music in the background overshadowed the low sound of the buzzing. Yet, it couldn’t overshadow your reaction.

‘Oh!’ you exclaimed in the middle of a conversation as you could suddenly feel the vibrator buzz away once again.

‘Are you alright dear?’ Cillian’s mother asked and you nodded and responded with a shy and quiet ‘yes’.

The buzzing was definitely having an effect. You were feeling a lot of tingling between your legs and a flush of pleasure had spread across your body. Your nipples had slowly hardened. Fortunately, your t-shirt was thick enough, that they weren't really noticeable.

As you sat there and enjoyed your glass of wine, the buzzing increased again and was now really affecting you. Your nipples felt rock hard, your breathing had quickened, your face was flush and you felt moisture forming between your legs.

‘Oh damn, I be right back. I am sorry’ you gasped, as your arms gripped the side of the chair and your body stiffened.

Then, you forced yourself up as best as you could and quickly made your way to the bathroom.

‘I better go and check on her’ Cillian was quick to say before excusing himself as well.

You let out a loud gasp just as he entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him and held up his phone with a devilish smile. The buzzing on your clit increased and you felt yourself coming deliriously close to the edge. You wanted to come. You needed to come and, in an attempt to quickly bring you over the edge and find your release, you pressed the palms of your hand into your crotch to try and press the vibrator firmer onto your clit just as Cillian approached you and, suddenly turned off his phone.

‘No no no…you can’t’ you huffed out, wanting to cum so desperately now that you were on your own.

‘Did you ask for permission?’ he then grinned and you shook your head.

‘I am sorry…please…please I need to cum’ you whimpered quietly.

‘No Love. This is my sister’s house. It would be inappropriate’ Cillian then smirked before giving you a kiss and asking you to return to the dining room with him.

***

When you returned to the table, Cillian’s mother poured you and Cillian yet another glass of red wine.

‘Ma, I can’t, I will need to drive back to Dublin’ he said as his sister’s house was located 45 minutes south from his.

‘You can stay in the guestroom if you like’ his sister then offered and Cillian agreed to her suggestion after checking with you.

Whilst you enjoyed spending time with Cillian’s family, you knew what this meant. You certainly would not be coming any time soon and, yet, you were practically soaking through your panties and onto the dining room chair.

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yoshkeii · 3 years

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“𝙳𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝“

࿐ character(s): Tsukishima Kei, Tanaka Ryunosuke, Hinata Shoyo

࿐ genre: sfw, soft/fluff

࿐ type: headcanons (hcs)

࿐ requested by: anon

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ dating hcs

⌦ 'Can you do Tsukishima, Tanaka and Hinata x Male top reader? And by top I mean more dominant in relationship not sex please thank you 🥺’

A/N: i guess my first official male top reader requested <3 most of the time i have to figure how the reader will be sometimes, but it try to keep it neutral. i apologize in advanced if this is shit- i havent written for and top readers yet.

𝚃𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊:

→ having someone who was dominant in a relationship with Kei would always be an odd sight, seeing someone who was such an opposite of the blonde himself but honestly still assertive to him just... openly.

→ seeing the two together you could blatantly tell who was- the ‘top’ one could say. and that could go both ways but thats not what we are here for.

→ the way you were so open and confident about yourself allured him surprisingly. he wouldn’t really like someone like that personally but you hooked him stupidly enough he would say.

→ you always initiated most of the moves within the relationship, which- often startle Kei.

→ seeing him freeze up as you snake your arms around his waist behind walls always made you laugh, the deep chuckle rumbling in the soon comforting air. the deep hue of flush decorating Kei’s face under his shades. him muttering soft words that you couldn’t catch, but one was obviously “stop laughing idiot..” and whining lightly “..but you like my laugh thouuu..”

→ “when did i ever admit that-” “just yesterday. like literally on our way home, did you for-”

→ before being able to finish your statement you felt the blonde cover your mouth with a clothed hand, his sleeve pulled over his palm as he pressed it over your face. the blush on his face deepened more the last time you saw it. only earning another laugh but it was obviously muffled out from you.

→ Kei would be more shy when it came to asking things in the relationship, or he would ask in the most tsundere way.

→ cuddles? he would just signal it lightly till you got the hint, which you usually did. but sometimes you wanted him to use his words because communication was key in relationships. it gradually worked but his pride was a little to much for him to honestly ask for any.

→ so you always gave him the easy way out and cuddled the hell out of him, especially- especially, if he was exhausted from practice and school.

→ kisses? mainly happen within walls and in the privacy of one of your homes. but often being sly and risky you do kiss him in public.

→ possibly ranging from quick pecks to affectionate messes.. (which are often in more secluded places, like in a dark empty hall of the school or alone in the gym.)

→ the expression on Kei’s face always made you proud and more- confident. seeing the snarky teasing blonde flustered underneath your fingertips, your touch. you like it a lot, he knows too.

→ but Kei secretly likes it too- he just won’t easily or never admit it. its too embarrassing.

𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚊:

→ you two are both chaotic. i must say. you both are.

→ being together you both were wildcards, rowdy and loud. but you somehow had a filter unlike your feral boyfriend that would start fights left n right... well not- really- but you know he would.

→ Ryu and you would always be around each other. Additionally with some members of Karasuno like Noya, Hinata and sometimes the other 2nd years would hang out too.

→ from visual, it was difficult to determine who was the dominant of the relationship. which you both didn’t really pay attention to.

→ because you both already knew.

→ having hands already on eachother at all costs made it difficult to anaylze why- but you both always- always were touching. practically into PDA but you didn’t go too far. only holding hands, linked arms, hugs, etc.

→ kisses aren’t too common nor rare either! its practically 50/50 but you mainly initiate them even if its the slightest peck will have this man flustered so so much but he’s trying to tough it out and stay composed.

→ spoiler it doesn’t work.

→ Ryu would be protective and clingy with you, honestly would bark at people who get too close just like when boys go for Kiyoko- he got two pretty people he simps for <3

→ whenever he gets in trouble you’re the one Karasuno would turn too. knowing how strict you can be towards Ryu to keep him in track. sometimes you would hit his head or back hard enough to get his attention before apologizing to anyone.

→ but in general, you both keep each other in check. its just often- Ryu going feral.

𝙷𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊:

→ Shoyo absolutely adores you. hands down.

→ you’re practically his rock that holds him down in his crazy world, and he really appreciates it! definitely would admit it out of nowhere and it catches you off guard the very first time.

→ seeing your surprised expression with a slight confusion as he walked with you after school. just blinking up aimlessly at you as if he said something wrong.

→ “y/n? are you okay-??” “ah- yeah- you just said it randomly sho, so it caught me by surprise.” “well! it is the truth!! i wouldn’t lie to you!”

→ after that he continued to say he appreciates you being there for him. and its always the random of times, he probably wanted to see that genuine expression of yours the first time.

→ you may be dominant and assertive of the relationship but that doesn’t stop Shoyo from hugging you, holding or linking arms- nothing-

→ but he’s definitely hesitant for things such as kisses and the more intimate type of moves.

→ he often drags you around into shenanigans- which most of the time don’t end up pretty if it includes Karasuno altogether. you kinda act like the supervisor of the team too, but you greatly worry if your tangerine would get any harm.

→ whenever someone would pick on Shoyo, and its a definite not a tease, you step in suddenly. often nearby him or passing by someone that muttered something bad about your boyfriend before your stiff tone caught their attention. your voice was quite threatening for someone quiet composed in the school, you easily watched them shut up and close in before walking away like nothing.

→ the suffocating tension in the air linger before being dispersed slowly.

→ this often rises up into some rumors but that doesn’t bother you- because you knew whatever it was is absolute bullshit most of the time.

→ Shoyo would mention you to it often that there were rumors about you, but you confirmed it was nothing bad.

→ “..they were making fun of you Sho, and you being my boyfriend and closest-friend. i can’t just let that slide- it also... frustrates me sometimes.”

→ you softly mutter the last phrase.

→ he just stared at you with adoring eyes before thanking you, jumping and hugging you happily. he hasn’t had people who would stand up for him around the school so he was glad he has someone like you.

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nashibirne · 3 years

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London Calling - 2

So, guys...I know it took me a while but here it is. Part 2 of Bodyguard! August and his adventures in London. I hope there are still some people out there who want to read this. Enjoy and let me know what you think! Every single comment/reblog/like is very appreciated 💜

Pairing: August Walker x ofc (Lucretia "Lu" Johnson)

Words: ~ 3.2

Summary and A/N: This story plays with the thought of "what if…" What if August Walker had taken another road? What if he had turned into John Lark for completely different reasons? What if he had found love before becoming a bitter, disillusioned man?So the events of "London Calling" take place about ten years prior to MI:Fallout and August Walker hasn't joined the CIA yet, he's an FBI Agent and his new mission in London that lies ahead of him is going to be a challenging one. Maybe it's even going to change his life.

Find the previous chapter and my other fics here: Nashi's Masterlist.

Warnings: 18+! This story deals with the topic of a toxic/abusive relationship, gaslighting and problematic behavior of one of the protagonists in general. Please don't read if these topics trigger you or make you feel uncomfortable.

English is not my mother tongue but the lovely @sillyrabbit81 was so kind to be my very helpful and patient Beta! Thank you so, so much, bunny 🐇💜 (Edited by me, so there might still be mistakes and they're all mine)

Credits/Disclaimer: I don't own August Walker or anything related to MI:Fallout. Pics for the moodboard from pinterest, face claims: Lu - Hannah van der Westhuysen, Adam - Freddie Thorpe. FaceApp helped me with making August look a little younger.

Ready? Let's go!

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"John Lark," Adam said to Lu, who was sitting opposite of him at the dining table, having a coffee and some fruits for breakfast. He grinned and rolled his eyes. "What a boring name. Let's hope he has a boring personality as well and likes staying in the background just like poor old Eddie."

Lu shook her head with a sad smile. "I still can't believe he's dead. I mean, one moment he's alive and kicking and then he misses a red light and is six feet under."

"He should have been careful, baby. He was an idiot anyway. Please don't tell me you liked the old grinch." Adam ran a hand through his light brown hair and gave her a surprised glance.

"I did like him and he wasn't old, not even 50. He was a nice guy, always friendly and helpful." She leaned back in her chair with a sigh and looked out of the large windows that gave a fantastic view on the Thames and the city of London.

"Did you fuck him?"

Lu froze at the coldness in his voice, that sent icy shivers down her spine.

"Of course not, I…I would never...he wouldn't have..." She stared at the man she was going to marry in just a few months, eyes wide, lump in her throat, feeling offended and unsettled by his accusation.

Adam burst out laughing. "You should see your face, Lu," he chuckled with a big grin on his attractive face. "It's hilarious, you're so easy to lead on, darling. It's really cute how naive you can be. That's exactly the reason why I have to look after you by the way. People take advantage of you but no one fucks around with Adam Mayfield." He gave her a wink but she knew he wasn't just teasing her, he meant it. Lu forced a grin, trying to relax and regain her composure by taking a deep breath. Getting serious he reached over the table and took her hand, pressing a tender kiss on her knuckles. "I was joking of course, I know you are loyal, baby. You're not a cheating whore. If you were I wouldn't marry you and if you were I would know. Nothing remains a secret to me. Nothing, Lu. Never forget that. No secrets."

She gave him a sweet smile and squeezed his hand, her heart beating like crazy. "No secrets," she said because she knew that's what he wanted to hear.

Adam gave her an approving nod, obviously content with her answer.

"So, until Lark arrives the day after tomorrow, Big Ben is gonna take care of you."

"What about you, won't you need him?"

Lu was genuinely surprised. Since Eddie's accident, Andy, the third member of their security staff, had taken over his duties. Big Ben was Adam's bodyguard, more than that actually, over the years he had become his right hand, his assistant, his eyes, his ears, his shadow. The middle aged man, with the thin, sparse light blonde hair and the hooked nose that dominated his puffy face with the pasty complexion, was a nice guy on first sight, always very polite and friendly, always up for a joke, but he had something in his watery eyes that scared Lu. Maybe it was because he was so loyally devoted to Adam. Lu had never heard him question any order, he did whatever he was told to and Lu was absolutely convinced he would turn against her in the blink of an eye, if Adam asked him to. She feared him and she didn't trust him and she was quite sure the feeling was mutual.

"I can do without him for two days, right Ben?" He asked the man who was entering the room right then.

"Sir?"

"You'll look after Miss Johnson today and tomorrow and Andy will keep an eye on me."

"Of course," Big Ben nodded with a smile. The nickname was pretty ridiculous, because he was anything but big. He was neither tall nor broad. He was hardly Lu's height and a little overweight but he was tough and a skilled martial arts fighter. He had been pretty successful in his youth, winning various tournaments and he was still very strong and flexible. Lu had watched him doing some Jiu Jiutsu with Adam a few times and it had been impressive to see the stocky guy so agile and light-footed.

"I won't be much of a nuisance, Ben," Lu said, "I will be busy preparing the vernissage for the rest of the week, so we'll be at the gallery most of the time."

"That's fine, Miss Johnson. I like the gallery. I don't know much about art but you have some beautiful paintings there."

***

An hour later Big Ben was looking at one of these paintings and Lu was watching him closely. Something was off, not only today, it had been for a few days. It started with Adam letting Andy stay with her at the gallery all day. That was very unusual. Eddie had always run errands while she had been working or he had washed the car or whatever. She didn't need him around, the gallery was a safe place, nothing bad had ever been happening there. She had asked Andy a few times why it was necessary that he stayed but he'd always said he didn't know and was just following Mr. Mayfield's orders. And now there was Ben, who was obviously trying to pump some kind of information out of her, asking strange questions.

He was subtle, she had to admit that, but just like anyone, including Adam, he underestimated her. He and the rest of the world considered her to be just a blonde bimbo, Adam's arm candy, a classic gold digger and nothing more. She could hardly blame people for thinking that way and actually she even liked flying under the radar. It gave her a certain kind of freedom because nobody was really paying attention to what she did. Adam was the one in the limelight and since she'd never dare to steal his thunder even the yellow press found her too boring to write about her. So she was able to focus on her work and try to make herself a name as a galerist, not as Adam Mayfield's trophy girlfriend.

She knew most people thought she wasn't very clever, but as hard as her youth had been it had given her two very useful skills, street-smartness and the ability to judge character. She had more knowledge of human nature than most women her age and she for sure could tell when someone was trying to hide something from her.

"Eddie liked that painting too," she said with a smile. It was a lie, Eddie had never been taking interest in any of the artwork she presented in her gallery but she wanted to get Ben to talk.

"Really?" A sad look crossed Benjamin's face. He and Eddie had been pretty close and Lu imagined he was mourning his old friend badly.

She gave him a nod and a friendly smile. "You miss him, don't you?"

"Of course, Miss Johnson."

"Lu," she corrected him for the millionth time although she knew he'd continue calling her by her last name. She had no idea why he insisted on this formal way of addressing her, all the other staff members called her by her first name, but since he did the same with Adam she supposed it was just his way of showing respect and keeping a professional distance. "I miss him too. I can't believe he was so irresponsible. He was always such a careful driver, he never even got a ticket for wrong parking."

Big Ben wrinkled his nose. "I'm sure he wasn't acting irresponsibly. It was an accident."

"Well, Adam said he missed a red light because he was distracted by answering his phone. That's pretty irresponsible, if you ask me."

She saw his jaw working and his hands were balled into fists. Her accusations were making him angry and she assumed that meant they were wrong.

"We don't really know what happened. Just what the police file says," he replied with a shrug.

"And you assume that it's not telling the truth?"

"I don't assume anything, Miss Johnson. I believe in the things Mr Mayfield tells me. And so do you, I guess."

"Of course I do," Lu said quickly, dropping the topic, fully aware of the threat that his words involved. She had heard enough anyway.

****

August took a deep breath before he dropped his suitcase on the floor and took a look around. The room -his room- was nice. Big and bright, with large windows and a big bed that appeared to be very comfy. The en suite bathroom was luxurious and gave off spa vibes while the modern paintings and photographs on the walls made the room look like a very stylish and exclusive hotel suite. He liked that, but he had to remind himself that this wasn't a city trip for a weekend, this was his job and his new life.

He had spent the last days slipping on his new personality, becoming John Lark, embracing his alter ego. He grinned when saw his reflection in the window. That mustache and the three day stubble he wore now was an unusual sight but he had to admit he liked the new look, it suited him. August unpacked his suitcase, placing his clothes in the closet and the few personal items John Lark owned in and on the nightstand. A few books, a moleskin and a pen, a jump rope and a pull-up bar for staying in shape and his personal mobile. He had been handed out an official cell phone by that guy called Ben right at the airport where he had picked him up. He put on the watch Lark's mother had given him after high school graduation, his initials engraved on the back. 6:45. Fifteen minutes till dinner. He had been asked to eat with them to meet Mayfield and his Barbie. Miss Johnson. Just be professional, he scolded himself, she's your target.

Don't fuck this up. Kyle's words resonated in his head. This had to be his goddamn creed from now on if he wanted to join Erica Sloane's team at the CIA, and fuck he did. She was infamous for being the toughest and strictest woman at the agency and for being the best. Her team consisted of the most respected and effective agents and that was exactly where he belonged. He wanted to work with the best, he wanted to be top of the class, he intended to become primus inter pares. The best of the best, notorious, feared, valued, celebrated, desired...all those things that had been refused to him throughout his childhood and youth. He had been a victim till he joined the army, a loser, a pussy. Now he was a winner and he would become a champ and claim what he deserved.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Ready, Lark?"

"Coming."

He put on his jacket and straightened the soft brown fabric of his suit. Adjusting the matching tie, taking a deep breath he opened the door and smiled at Ben who just gave him a nod.

"Let's go," he said. "They're waiting."

****

She knew John Lark was trouble the moment she saw him. It was nothing specific that made her feel this way, not his looks or his behaviour, it was more the aura that surrounded him. Lu couldn't quite put a finger on it, but she knew she had to be careful around him right away.

"Mr. Lark...John," Adam greeted his new employee friendly, flashing him a bright smile. "I suppose it's okay to call you John?" Not waiting for an answer he continued while shaking August's hand. "Really nice to meet you. Welcome to your new home."

August returned the smile. "Thank you, Mr. Mayfield. Nice to meet you too."

"Please, call me Adam. There's no need for formalities. After all, we're going to live together, work together…"

Another charming smile. The guy was smooth, August had to admit. He was even more handsome than his picture had suggested, with fine facial features, tall and lean, exuding natural elegance and wit. A charmer and a ladies man for sure.

"This is my fiancee, Lu Johnson." Adam pulled Lu close, wrapping his arm around her shoulder in a possessive manner before kissing her cheek tenderly. He usually wasn't the kind of person who liked public displays of affection but Lu knew it was his way to put John Lark into his place right from the start, to make sure he was aware who she belonged to.

Lark was dangerously good looking and way too attractive for Adam to let it go without staking his claim. Not that Lu was interested in him, he wasn't even her type -too many muscles and probably too little brains- and she would never dare to even look at another man. But objectively he was very good looking, tall and broad shouldered, sharp jawline, a handsome face, outstanding blue eyes, and most of all he had an appeal that obviously hadn't remained hidden to Adam. "She's going to be your charge. I cherish her like life itself. Make sure you do the same when I'm not around."

Mayfield kissed her again and she blushed, obviously feeling uncomfortable being the center of attention.

"John," she said softly, extending her hand to him gracefully with a polite but distant smile on her pretty face. Just like her fiance she was strikingly beautiful but in comparison her beauty was a little steril, forced. She was lacking the naturalness Mayfield owned, maybe because she wasn't born into the social class she lived in now. It felt like she was wearing a mask. Her appearance was too immaculate to be real, too perfect. There had to be a crack in it, nobody was free of flaws, but whatever it was that was lying underneath the sleek, stainless surface, she was hiding it well.

"Miss Johnson." August shook her hand and held her gaze, giving her a smile and a respectful nod.

"Lu, please," she offered stiffly, pointing at the set dining table. "Why don't we sit."

"Yes, darling, you're right. Let's eat before the Beef Wellington gets cold."

***

August found all of his prejudice confirmed during dinner. Mayfield was a cocky prick, who tried to hide his asshole side under a veil of sophistication and British humour. That veil, luckily, was full of holes big enough for August to see right through.

Johnson however was an ice queen. Cool and aloof, not willing to lower herself to talk to the newest member of her royal court. He wanted nothing more than to ignore her, to make her feel that he wasn't in need of her attention, to make it clear that he wasn't attracted to her in any way. It was actually true. She was pretty of course and sexy, too, but the kind of beauty she represented was not his cup of tea. She was one of those ethereal beings who were much too fragile for him, too fanciful, too distant. Like a precious showpiece that was presented on a pedestal and that whispered "look at me" seductively but at the same time it shouted "don't touch…you're not worthy". He needed a woman to be more than beautiful, he liked women that were sturdy and energetic, lively and witty, confident and strong. He didn't want a queen, he wanted an amazon.

So all of this and more made him dislike her, but he still had to be friendly and charming to gain her trust and to make her fond of him without alarming Mayfield. He was obviously very possessive and protective, the jealous-for-no-reason kind of guy who would make his woman wear a chastity belt if it was socially acceptable. To sum it up, this job was a ride on the razor's edge.

"So how do you like your room, John?" Lu turned to him with a friendly smile. Those were the first words she addressed to him since they'd sat down to eat. Adam had engaged Lark in conversation from the very first moment and Lu took care not to interrupt him. He hated it and he'd accuse her of stealing his thunder afterwards for sure. So she kept quiet, trying to blend into the scenery, contenting herself with being not much more than a pretty ornament, decoration like the sculptures that were placed all over the penthouse - a beautiful, silent object. When Adams' phone rang, he took the call with an apologetic smile, leaving the room in a hurry. Now she was forced to make conversation with her new bodyguard and she felt uncomfortable and awkward because she assumed that he didn't like her. He had seen her and he had branded her, just like anybody else, she was quite sure of that.

"It's great, I like the modern style," August said, returning her smile.

"Really? I'm so glad to hear that." Her face lit up in an instant, her lips curling up into a genuine smile. "I refurbished it a few months ago and Eddie... your predecessor… he didn't really like it."

"Oh, why's that?"

Lu took a deep breath before she answered. "I'm not sure, I never asked him. I didn't want to put him on the spot, but I guess it wasn't cosy in his eyes. Not warm enough. He was a very traditional man…," Lu said and her expression softened with her words, her eyes giving away that she had liked the guy, that she was mourning him.

Not the ice queen you pretend to be, August thought surprised.

"Well, I'm not a traditionalist, I like it bright and clear. The black and white photos are really interesting."

"Aren't they?" Lu agreed with excitement that made her voice sound different, like it had just been brought to life. "They are works by a very talented young artist from France. I discovered her art when we were in Paris last year and now I exhibit her photographs in my gallery. People love her unique take on everyday life, the way she plays with light and angles. She's one of my most successful…"

"Don't bore your new guardian angel to death with your art stuff on the very first day, honey," Adam interrupted her chuckling, when he joined them again.

"I was just talking about the pictures in John's room."

"Sure, and those are lovely pictures," he gave her a generous smile and a peck on the cheek, "but we both know you tend to babble on about the topic and that can be a little unnerving."

"Of course, you're right, darling." Lu's mask was back on, her expression blank again. "I'm sorry, John. Sometimes I forget that most people don't share my passion for art. Consider yourself lucky that Adam saved you just in time."

John gave her a nod and a smile. He wanted to say something, feeling the need to let her know that she hadn't been boring him, but before he was able to do so, Adam carried on with their conversation about his new job and his duties and the wasted chance to show his solidarity with her left a bitter taste in John Lark's mouth.

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Hey! For the Taylor Swift / Harry Potter prompt thing could you please do Fred and I Think He Knows? Much thanks!!❤️❤️

PROMPT: based on i think he knows by taylor swift (an installment of my taylor swift x harry potter series. to read more about it, click here) Y/N drunkenly confesses her feelings.

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i think he knows (f.w one shot)

“Ron,” you hissed from across the table. The boy remained oblivious, munching down on the pile of breakfast he dumped on his plate. He seemed to inhale the food, nevermind with chewing and actually tasting it. He just swallowed it in large pieces to make room in his mouth for some more eggs and hashbrowns. You flicked a piece of balled up napkins towards him, “Ron!”

“Blimey, Y/N,” he finally looked away from his food and shot you an annoyed look. “What the hell is going on with you?”

“I think he knows,” you whispered, chewing on your bottom lip, nervously.

“Who? Fred?”

You rolled your eyes, looking over to where the older twin sat a few people away from the both of you, “Who else, you idiot? Yes Fred!”

“I doubt it,” Ron shrugged, returning to his plate of food, like you were just a distraction to him, not much of a best friend. “He’s an oblivious git. He probably doesn’t know.”

“Probably?!” you half shrieked, half whispered. It was loud enough for the twins to hear, looking at you concernedly. You sent a shy wave their way and hid behind the comfort of your hands. “I want to jump off the Astronomy tower.”

“Well, he’s gonna find out if you keep acting like this, Y/N,” he stated, obviously. Again, you flicked a balled up napkin his way, not really appreciating his tone with you. He flicked it back, “I’m just saying, stop acting suspicious and just act normal.”

Act normal, you thought, that’s easy enough, right?

But what the hell does normal even mean?

You knew you probably shouldn’t have drank so much. Your tolerance has deteriorated tremendously after not drinking for a year but when Angelina kept offering you shots, you couldn’t refuse. Now, the common room seemed to spin around after each step you took, leading you back to where you started. Right beside the table of half eaten snacks and spiked drinks.

The Gryffindor team won the Quidditch match today and after a long, hard, school week, the team decided it would be best to blow off some steam with a little party. Fred and George were across the room, surrounded by a group of adoring, young Gryffindors. They gushed around them, complimenting them on their amazing plays in today’s match. You knew they loved the attention with the way Fred couldn’t keep the twinkle in his eye subdued for too long and the way George nudged his brother’s side every time someone reenacted one of their moves. It wasn’t hard to believe that they were some of the most popular boys to ever strut on campus.

You took baby sips from your cup, watching the older twin intently. He wore a cozy-looking jumper, like his twin, making you think about how nice it would be to sleep in it with his scent filling your senses. His hair was a bit longer than usual, the side of it tucked behind his ear. His laughter was the only thing you could hear despite the loud music that Hermione’s Muggle radio played beside your ear. You were so focused on Fred that you didn’t notice Ron staring at you, trying to hold in his laughter.

“You’re so whipped.”

Startled, you clutched your chest and turned to your best friend. You smacked his upper arm, irritated that he always seems to catch you when you’re staring at his brother so hopelessly in love. “Can you shut up?”

Ron laughed, passing you his drink, “You need to get drunk.”

“Am I not already?”

“You’re in your ‘I’ll oggle at Fred’ phase drunk,” he explained, shoving his cup with mysterious liquor into your hand. “I need you at your ‘I have no filter so I say things that I’ll regret or will get me in trouble’ phase drunk. I need a good laugh.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but took the cup, nonetheless. “Aren’t you already having a field day with how pathetic I am pining after your brother?”

“Sure,” he shrugged, filling the cup up for you again. “But I want you to insult Pansy like last time. That was good fun.”

You took the drink in his hand, downing the entire liquid. You grimaced as it burned your throat, in a good way. You chuckled at the memory, sending your best friend a wink, “I’d fight Pansy sober.”

Four more drinks later, you were at that phase. Ron retired a bit early, mumbling something about wanting to get to the dormitories before Harry could stumble in with Ginny and scar him for life. You ignored him, not really wanting to picture that scene in your head. Now, you were bouncing off the walls, spewing out your deepest secrets to anyone that dared to listen.

You were having good fun until you tried to refill your cup and a hand grabbed yours, preventing you from doing so. You were about to protest when you looked up and saw a redhead. Usually you would be able to tell the twins apart because you know Fred and you know George, but whatever it was that Ron gave you, made your vision so blurry you couldn’t possibly tell them apart. Maybe you just drank too much tonight.

“I think that’s enough,” he chuckled, pulling the cup away from you. “Want me to take you back to your dormitory?”

You pursed your lips, trying to figure out which twin it was that’s speaking to you. The harder you tried, the harder it seemed to be. They were both handsome, no doubt about it, but with Fred you usually felt your chest tighten and your mouth going dry. The problem is, you’ve drank so much that you emotionally felt numb and your mouth is already dry from the alcohol in your system. Finally, you decided to guess. It’s a 50/50 shot after all.

“Sure, Georgie, I’d appreciate that,” you mumbled, walking alongside him towards the way to the girls’ dormitories. “Your arsehole of a brother left me by myself. Can you believe that?”

Fred was almost offended that you couldn’t tell him and George apart, almost. But he took a look at your inebriated state and decided that he’ll let you slide this time. Plus, he heard a lot about your ‘truth serum’ phase drunk but he was yet to experience it, until today. He found it quite charming, but then again, he always found you charming.

He’s had a crush on you for so long. One day you walked into the Burrow, and suddenly you were no longer his little brother’s best friend. You were Y/N. And he fell head over heels for you. Fred found you funny and gorgeous and sweet and so adorably cute, that sometimes George would have to hit him in the back of the head to get him to stop daydreaming over you. But alas, he thought you only saw him as your best friend’s brother.

“I’ve got a lot of brothers, Y/N,” he chuckled beside you, arms at the ready in case you were about to fall over. “You’ve got to be more specific than that, love. You talking about Percy? Ron, maybe? Fred?”

“Well, Percy is an arse but for a whole different reason,” you started, as if pondering the moments that you personally disliked his brother. This pulled out a snort from Fred because he agreed with you. Percy was an arse. You continued, “But no, I’m talking about Ronald, of course! He just leaves me there at a party that he dragged me into!”

“Yeah, that’s a dick move, innit?”

“I’d say so,” you hummed. Before you could stop yourself from talking, the alcohol took over your senses. “I’d never call Fred an arse, you see. I think he’s far too fit to be an arse.”

As you entered your dormitory, Fred’s eyebrows shot up. Did you just call him fit? He led you to your bed, watching fondly as you plopped down on the cushion, “Is that so?”

“Definitely,” you chuckled, burying your head into your pillow. “Don’t tell him this, Georgie, but I fancy him. I fancy him a lot.”

“Do you now?” Fred’s cheeks reddened as he watched you nod and smile up at him, eyes droopy.

“Yeah, I do,” you sat up, raising your pinky up in the air. “Pinky promise me that you won’t tell Freddie? Or-or use that twin telepathy thing that I think you guys have! Please, Georgie, you can’t tell him. I’ll be far too embarrassed if you do.”

Unable to fight the smile on his face, he linked your pinkies together, “I promise, Y/N. But I don’t think you’d get embarrassed if he found out. Anyone would be lucky to have you have a crush on them.”

“You’re sweet, Georgie,” you smiled, already half-asleep. “If only Fred thought the same as you.”

Fred laughed as you dozed off, leaning against your bedpost. He draped a blanket over your small figure and placed a kiss on your temple before whispering, “He does. Goodnight, love.”

“I’m never drinking again,” you groaned, rubbing your head with your hands. Hermione laughed beside you, ushering you to continue walking to get some breakfast to nurse your hangover. “I can’t believe I told George about my crush on Fred.”

“Well, he’s bound to find out anyway,” she shrugged as you two sat in front of Ron and Harry.

“Find out what?” Harry asked, not bothering to greet the two girls with a good morning. And to be honest, with the way you looked like you’d just been pulled out of another dimension, he assumed it has not been a good morning so far.

Hermione giggled as she filled her plate, “Y/N told George about her crush on Fred last night.”

“Correction,” you interrupted, “Drunk Y/N did. Sober Y/N is regretting that decision.”

“Wait you told George? When?” Ron asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Did you tell him before he came into my room to show me a prototype for their shop?”

You stared at Ron like he was stupid, “What are you on? He walked me to my room last night.”

“No, he was in my room last night.”

“Well, he can’t be at two places at once, can he, Ronald?” you sighed a hint of attitude in your tone, shaking your head at your friend. The table froze, jaws hanging wide, before you caught on. Oh shit. You gasped, clasping your palm over your mouth, “Please tell me I didn’t.”

Ron erupted in unsympathetic giggles, laughing at your pale complexion, “Y/N, you told Fred you fancied him!”

Eyes wide, you shook your head furiously, “No I didn’t!”

“Well now we know why you’re not a Ravenclaw,” Harry added, joining Ron in his laughter fit.

“Shut it, Potter!” you hissed, dropping your head in your hands. This cannot be happening. “Godric, please can the universe just eat me alive now?”

“Well now, he definitely knows.”

“Ronald, stop it.” Hermione poked your side, a terrified look on her face. “Uh, Y/N?”

“What?” Just as you thought things couldn’t get worse, Fred was walking to where you’re sat. Your heart was jumping in your chest. Your palms grew sweaty and you couldn’t stop your foot from nervously tapping on the floor. Should I run, you thought, or should I just act like nothing happened?

Before you could make a decision, Fred took a seat beside you.

“Hello, darling,” he grinned, biting his bottom lip.

You squirmed in your seat, trying to ignore Ron and Harry’s muffled giggles in the back. You gulped, “Hiya, Fred. How you doin’ today?”

“Lovely, thanks for asking,” he replied, a smile still etched on his face. He cocked his head to the side, “And yours, love?”

You swallowed down the butterflies that flew in your stomach. You played with your thumbs, unable to look at him in the eye. “Fine.”

“Good, good.”

“Yup.”

“Well, good talking to you,” Fred got up and dusted his pants, leaving you dumbfounded in your seat. Was that it? Well, you thought, that wasn’t so bad. You turned around, offering him a tight-lipped smile out of courtesy, before turning back around and returning to your food.

“That was anticlimactic, wasn’t it?” Ron frowned.

“Oh, Y/N,” Fred stopped and walked over to you again. He leaned down so close that you could smell the mint toothpaste he used that morning. His breath tickled your ear, making you shiver. Fred’s lips touched the skin that connected your neck and your ear, pressing a soft kiss there. Then he whispered, “I fancy you, too.”

He shot you a wink before walking away. You blushed furiously, fingers raising up to trace the place where his lips once were. Grinning at your friends, you breathed out, “I think he knows.”

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