#not that ryan's green hair is something to complain about

[corroded-hellfire]

I've got this image in my head of very pregnant!AYW reader sitting outside with her feet in a kiddie pool, letting the older boys splash around and keep her cool on a hot day. Maybe a cooler full of frozen treats at her side.

I have had this one in my ask box forever because I wanted to write something I’d be happy with and I think I’m there lol. I hope it makes you happy as well 😘

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Of course. The August that you’re seven months pregnant is the hottest summer Hawkins has had in over fifty years. Of course.

Eddie could see how the heat was getting to you. Sweat would dot your forehead just moments after you’d step outside. Your ankles had swollen to almost double the size. It hadn’t escaped anyone’s notice that you were a little more irritable than usual as well. But your husband wasn’t sure what he could do to comfort you. Usually, his way of comforting you included wrapping you up in his arms but the one time he’d attempted to do that you’d given him a death glare that blazed hotter than the weather. He’d learned his lesson after that: no touching when the temperature is above a hundred degrees. 

One early Saturday afternoon, you and Luke are eating lunch while Eddie and Ryan run a few errands. Luke had wanted to go too, but ever since you started your third trimester, Eddie didn’t like the idea of leaving you by yourself. 

It’s quiet between you and your ten-year-old son when the back door bangs open, making you jump and swivel around in your seat–which was no easy task. Perspiration runs down Eddie’s forehead, Ryan’s own golden brown hair plastered to his forehead from the moisture. Patches of Ryan’s gray shirt are black and clinging to his skin from the sweat. If Eddie’s black Iron Maiden shirt weren’t so dark, you know you’d see the same thing on him. Despite how hot and sweaty they both look, they both have smiles on their faces and Eddie looks quite proud of himself.

“I f’ought oo were goin’ to da store,” you say around a mouth full of pasta salad.

“We did,” Eddie said, breaths labored.

“And we set up a surprise for you!” Ryan adds, his beaming grin stretching from ear to ear. 

“And me?” Luke asks optimistically, craning his neck to look over at his father and brother.

“Actually, kind of,” Eddie says with a shrug. “Come on.” Your husband waves the both of you over towards the back door before remembering he should help you up out of the chair–even though you’re capable of doing it yourself. 

The boys both run ahead of you as Eddie stays back with your waddling pace. It feels like no sooner than your bare foot hits the grass of the yard than sweat begins to break out along your hairline. You swear you’ll never complain about the winter being too cold again. 

“It’s small,” you hear Luke say. 

Your eyes catch on the short inflatable kiddie pool set up in the middle of the backyard, two white and blue striped lawn chairs set up beside it, and a large red cooler between them. The garden hose is hanging inside the pool, the green tube writhing like a snake as the water whooshes in to fill the empty space. 

“Cause it’s a kiddie pool, duh,” Ryan replies to his brother. 

“I thought,” Eddie starts, reaching up to rub your shoulders before catching himself, not wanting to make your discomfort worse, “you could sit out here with your feet in the nice cold water. Might help your ankles, too. And you know these two monkeys are always splashing so you’re bound to get caught in the crossfire.”

“Hey,” Luke protests, but Ryan nudges him with his elbow because they both know that their father is right. 

“And…” Eddie takes your hand and gently leads you closer to the chairs, where he opens the cooler that’s nestled between them. Inside there are different flavors of ice pops, ice cream bars, and cold drinks, all enveloped in gallons of ice that have a pleasant chill wafting off them. 

Words become trapped in your throat. Your wonderful husband did all of this for you just because he knows how the heat has been making you feel lately. And after you’ve been a pain in the ass. This would’ve made you emotional even if the hormones didn’t beat you to the punch. 

“Eddie,” you say, all other speech cut off as your bottom lip begins to wobble.

“Uh oh,” Luke whispers.

“No, could be a good thing,” Ryan mumbles back quietly. He was slightly better at understanding the emotional aspect of hormones than his little brother. 

“This is so sweet,” you say, turning to cup your husband’s face in your hands. 

“You’ve been hard at work cooking that bun in the oven,” Eddie says with a shrug. “Oven needs some cooling down though, she’s getting overheated.”

“Ahem,” you hear from behind you. Ryan moves into your peripheral vision, and you turn your head to look at him, sliding your hands down to Eddie’s shoulders as you do. The eldest brother is clearly holding something behind his back, and you scrunch up your brow as you look at him.

“Whatcha got?” you ask.

Eddie huffs out a small chuckle and presses a kiss to your temple before saying, “Ryan found something at the store he says is on every ad for the beach.”

“You bought me sand? The ocean?” you tease the boy.

Ryan rolls his eyes, another reminder that he’s a preteen now. 

“No,” he says. From behind him, Ryan brandishes a floppy hat, and he is certainly right—a woman is wearing one of those in every ad for the beach.

“Ryan, I love it!” you exclaim with a giggle. The grass crunches beneath your feet as you waddle over the few steps to the boy. He holds the straw hat out to you, a bright grin on his face at your happiness. 

“You know,” you say as you accept the hat from him, “I’d bend down so you could put it on my head but then I wouldn’t be able to stand back up.”

“Like crowning a princess!” Luke adds as Ryan laughs.

“Well,” your husband says, coming up behind you, “it’s a good thing I’m taller than Ryan then, huh? Or we could’ve just made Luke help you back up.”

Eddie plucks the hat from your grasp, the straw scratching lightly against your fingertips as he pulls it away. He steps in front of you, and you keep your head level, only raising your eyes to watch Eddie’s pale, toned arms lift to place the floppy hat on top of your head gently. 

“Your Highness,” Eddie says, bowing his head. Your giggle makes Eddie grin as he gestures towards the lawn chairs. “Your throne awaits.”

Twenty minutes later it’s as if the summer heat were merely an annoying insect that you’re only somewhat aware of. Even though the chill water of the miniature pool only goes up to midcalf, sloshes of water have hit you all the way up to your neck. The cool beads of moisture feel like heaven as they meander down your red tank top, though. The denim shorts you’re wearing will weigh a ton later since the boys’ splashing has gotten them so wet, but Eddie’s such a pro at taking your clothes off that he could use a little challenge this time. 

Luke and Ryan manage to find games to play in the small pool—after Luke’s failed attempt at Marco Polo, anyway. Toy boats glide through the water, a few of them on the grass from flying overboard. The two boys shout but they’re outside and having fun, and it’s nice to hear. 

The sound of the back door slamming shut reaches you as you tilt your head back, protected from the sun by Ryan’s thoughtful gift and the sunglasses you grabbed when you got changed. Eyes closed, you listen to footsteps in the grass as Eddie walks your way from the house. They come to a stop and you sense as he crouches down next to you. Lazily, you loll your head to the side and crack your eyes open. 

“How’re my girls?” Eddie asks, placing his right hand over the soaked red shirt covering your baby bump.

“Mmm, good,” you hum. “She’s very happy you bought strawberry shortcake bars.”

“I’m glad she liked them,” Eddie says with a chuckle. “What about you, princess? How do you feel?”

You pretend to consider his question for a moment before speaking.

“Kiss me?” 

You pucker your lips and there’s no hesitation as your husband leans in and gently presses his own against yours.

“Perfect. Now I’m perfect.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #older!eddie #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #dad!eddie #AYW #AYWS #request

[stevethehairington]

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon for eddie!

ty for sending this in!! this is a fun one!!

likes:

his favorite movie genre is horror, the gorier the better too (and he says he hates romance movies, BUT that's a lie and his guilty pleasure movies that you can pry from his cold dead hands (too soon? dfjksd jk jk he is ALWAYS alive and well in my mind <3) are when harry met sally and you've got mail (he's got a soft spot for meg ryan okay? she just GETS to him.) (also YES ik these movies come out way later but whO CARES HE'S ALIVE TO SEE THEM SO.)

his favorite food is lasagna, specifically the lasagna that wayne made for him the very first night eddie came to live with him. wayne isn't the best cook and he doesn't like to do it much, but if there's one thing he KNOWS in the kitchen it's how to make a damn good lasagna.

eddie also GREATLY enjoys breakfast for dinner, it is one of life's simple joys and he indulges in it whenever he can.

he also likes chaotic food combinations (e.g. syrup AND hot sauce on his scrambled eggs, bananas on his pizza, if he liked pickles (he doesn't) he'd be into pickles and peanut butter), also not a weird combination but he is definitely that bitch that dips his french fries in his ice cream/milkshakes.

he likes spicy food even though he cannot handle very much of it, but he refuses to let that stop him and he WILL suffer through it (and make it everyone's problem)

he likes tomatoes and steve hates tomatoes, so steve always asks for tomatoes on the side instead of no tomatoes completely so he can give them to eddie.

he loves to sleep in, the morning sun is a CURSE and waking him up before double digits on a weekend is something EVERYONE quickly learns NOT to do. the ONLY person that can get away with it (and even then, it's still rocky) is steve, and there are loooots of bribes involved.

eddie likes the color green most, but yellow is a close second (that only jumps to the top so quickly because of steve), and he also likes red a lot too. (he, of course, loves black too, but he IS a colorful bitch when he wants to be!! and he is full of surprises!)

halloween is his favorite holiday!! he loves to go all out and decorate and dress up and go through his queue of halloween movies and he enjoys handing out candy and seeing all of the cool costumes the kids are wearing too.

he loves metal music, obviously, but his music tastes vary greatly outside of metal too. contrary to popular belief he does genuinely like some of the kitschy bubblegum pop that steve likes to play, and he also has a soft spot for the more bluesy, folksy stuff that he grew up on. he ALSO is a not so secret dolly parton fan (thank you wayne, for that)

he likes it when people touch his hair, but only people he is comfortable with (i.e. steve, the girls, the party). he lets el and max braid his hair, likes it when robin scratches at his scalp when she can't keep her fingers still, and he always lets steve get his hands up in his mane — running his fingers through it when it's smooth, gently detangling after a show, curling his finger around a strand, tucking it behind his ear, gripping onto it and tugging when they're getting hot and heavy.

and, of course, his more obvious likes: metal music (duh), dnd (duh), lotr (duh), fantasy genre in general (duh).

dislikes:

waking up early (of course) lol. he'll do it if he absolutely has to but he WILL complain about it and he will NOT be a ray of sunshine.

he doesn't like organized sports of any kind — of the amateur or professional kind. phys ed fucking SUCKED and he refused to participate, and there is no WAY he would take any of that shit up by choice either. he does NOT follow or watch any professional teams either, and the superbowl/world series/nba championships/WHATEVER are his least favorite times of the year lol. THOUGH, he does end up making an exception to all of this for steve, because as much as he hates sports, he loves steve, and steve loves sports. so whenever steve wants to hit the court, eddie will go with him and he's absolutely shit at basketball, but it's actually not so bad when he's doing it with steve, or with the kids too. and same with watching sports, he doesn't understand the rules or really care too, but he loves how enthusiastic steve gets about it, and he'll jump up and cheer with steve when his team scores a touchdown or whatever (especially because steve's team winning means eddie's gets looots of excited, happy celebratory kisses lol)

in a similar vein, eddie hates running. he does NOT understand people who choose to do it for fun, he thinks they're masochists (and not the fun kind) and also have something wired wrong in their brains to make them actually enjoy that kind of physical activity. it's just so boring. BUT. he is whipped enough that every time steve (who IS one of those weirdos that enjoys running — and seriously, eddie haaad to go and fall in love with a jock what is wrong with him??) wakes him up with the sun, somehow already so awake and far too peppy for this hour, and asks him sooo sweetly to join him on his morning jog, eddie just does not know how to say no, no matter how much he wants to.

eddie also does not like houseplants. not because he dislikes plants, but because he is SHIT at taking care of plants. like, no matter what he does, no matter how hard he tries, every single plant he has ever owned has died on him. he's even managed to kill a succulent. so yeah, he has the opposite of a green thumb and he and houseplants just Do Not mesh, so he Does Not like them.

he dislikes pickles GREATLY. thinks they're fucking disgusting (and he's RIGHT). he also hates raisins because "why the FUCK would i eat a raisin if i could eat a grape?? why would someone suck the juice out of a grape and leave the skin?? that's nasty! no one likes that!!"

he also haaaates it when people try to gatekeep music. he thinks people should be allowed to listen to and enjoy whatever music they want, and they can be as big or as little of a fan as they want too. people don't need to dedicate their whole entire lives to the metal scene in order to like black sabbath or metallica or judas priest. if someone likes a couple of their songs that's fucking cool and that's it. if it's something they're passionate about then that's fucking rad or if it's something they aren't ridiculously into but can appreciate that's cool too. it doesn't make anyone more or less of a fan. he also hates it when people criticize other people's music tastes. like, there's nothing wrong with some gentle ribbing about someone's music taste, but the second it turns from lighthearted teasing to GENUINELY trashing someone for the music they listen to he gets reeeeeal mad about that. because who the fuck cares what kind of music a person listens to and loves?? the fact that they found something they're passionate about is all that matters. and there's no need to be dicks about that.

eventually (not for a while, but it Does happen later in life), he too has to get glasses and he Does Not like them, but every time he starts to complain about them and call them stupid and ugly steve tells him he's not allowed to like them on him and hate them on himself, especially since they drive steve just as crazy as steve's glasses drive eddie. that helps, that definitely helps.

Headcanon meme

#asks #munsonsblacknailpolish #eddie munson #stranger things #i had so much fun writing this up omg #i love thinking about eddie <3

[worstloki]

loki fancast...??

kid loki: finn wolfhard

teen loki: ryan potter

adult loki: tom hiddleston

#I only know 4 maybe even 5 people so this may not be accurate #if I manage to find more people I'll make an actual list with 8+ lokis but that aint happening today #until then here's your semi accurate loki casting #don't mind the pictures I was just trying to get clear ones even if they were in character XD #not that ryan's green hair is something to complain about #loki would totally dye his hair green for no reason

[aeonian-knoxville]

You’re Not so Bad [Dave England]

request: could you write a one shot for Dave maybe? don’t feel pressured tho, have a wonderful day <3

it’s been a while since I read an enemies to lovers fic so I just had to write one

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“This is an old man sweater” Dave complained as you picked out a yellow cardigan for him to wear to his next skit. “That’s the point. You’re supposed to look nice and innocent” You said, skimming the clothing rack for something else so he would stop complaining.

You were a costume designer for Jackass and you had never had a problem with any of the guys they assigned you to until Dave England. You “didn’t understand how someone could be so immature at his age” (your words according to Ehren) and he “didn’t understand how someone could be so uptight all the time” (and his words according to Ryan).

You knew what you were getting yourself into when you took the job for this movie but Dave was something else. They kept assigning you to him because everyone thought it was so funny that you two argued like a married couple.

“Can you just wear it please? It matches your green shirt” You tried to reason with him. “Then get me a new shirt” He said without even considering what you were telling him. “You just love to make my job difficult don’t you? '' You said with a forced smile. “It’s what I look forward to everyday” he responded back with a smug smile.

You wanted to slap it off of him, “If you don’t wear this stupid cardigan Dave England, I swear so help me-“ “Threaten me and I’ll tell Jeff to fire you” “Good, it’s my dream to get fired off this movie” You played his game back knowing he didn’t mean it. You saw he wanted to smile and maybe even laugh at how you matched his attitude but then he forced his mouth into a straight line.

“Hey, is he ready to go?” Spike asked as he came to check up on you two. “Yeah, he was just about to put this “old man sweater” on. Weren’t you Dave?” You said holding it up for him to take. Dave looked at you annoyed and snatched it out of your hand, “Thank you [y/n], so much for your ever so gracious help”.

You both had a stare down for a minute before Spike spoke up “Okayy, uh well Jeff is waiting in the car already with Johnny so you get to the van”. Dave took that as his cue and you waved bye to him, happy he was out of your hair. “Were guys really arguing about a sweater?” Spiked asked, shaking his head as soon as Dave was out of your guys’ earshot.

“First of all, it’s a cardigan and yes we were, why couldn’t he just put it on?” You asked, making a strangling gesture. Spike let out a laugh, “you guys would be so cute together” “Ew! Don’t ever say that again” You said disgusted, the two of you together? In what world?

“What? It’s cute. You guys would balance each other out. He’s a jokester and you’re always so.. how do I say this, on the edge” Spike put his vision into words so you could see what he was talking about. “I’m never on the edge!” You defended yourself, “you guys just don’t see it because I keep my work life and personal life separate” you explained to him. You looked through the rack of clothes pretending to seem busy so the producer would leave you alone.

“Just give him a chance, you guys are already everyone’s favorite couple on set” Spike joked. “And there’s a lot of tension between you” you were about to open your mouth to protest but he spoke before you could, “don’t tell me you don’t feel it” and with that Spike left you alone in the room before going to wherever else he was needed.

Okay so if you were being honest maybe you thought Dave was a little cute, you liked his bright blue eyes. And maybe you did like his stupid jokes and how he can lighten up any mood and maybe- wait maybe you did like Dave. You shook the thoughts out of your head and started to get Johnny’s disguise ready for his next skit that was supposed to take place in public.

“[y/n], I need a new pair of pants” You heard a familiar voice say from your doorway. “Why?” You asked, turning around to see Dave standing there uncomfortable in his clothes, it hadn’t even been 20 minutes since he has left. “I shit myself in the van” You rummaged through different the pants you had to find something in his size, at first you thought he was fucking with you until you realized he was serious. “You’re telling the truth, aren’t you, Dave” you said in disbelief. “It wasn’t my fault! They kept poking my stomach and I told them I couldn’t hold it anymore” he threw his hands up defensively.

“Jeff told me to hurry because he doesn’t want the hardware store to close on us” You finally found another pair of jeans in size. “Here” you tossed them to him. “Go change in the bathroom and throw those ones away” You ordered him. “Thanks” he said, slightly embarrassed he turned to leave but then turned around again. “Jeff said he liked the sweater choice by the way” “Jeff said that? Jeff?” You asked not buying it. “Okay well maybe I liked it” he confessed. Your mouth turned upwards and it was a real smile for once. “You know, it doesn’t look too bad on you either” For once you guys weren’t arguing and it was nice.

“We’re going to the bar after we’re done today. You should come” Dave invited you out. “Dave England, are you asking me out” you asked, teasing him not wanting your excitement to show. “Yeah I guess you could say that” he said chuckling, not having a sarcastic response back for once, he genuinely meant it. “Yeah, I’ll stop by” you told him, “now go change before Jeff drags you out himself” you warned him, trying to calm yourself down from the joy you were feeling. “I’ll see you later then, thanks for the pants” He thanked you once again and left for real this time.

You looked down getting the final accessories ready for Johnny’s costume but the big smile on your face that was caused by Dave England wouldn’t go away.

#jackass #dave england #jackass fanfic #dave england fanfic #jackass x reader #dave england x reader #jackass one shot #dave england one shot

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Irresistibly Yours

Chapter 2 - Noise Complaint

Summary - Y/N Y/L/N moves to NYC in hopes for a fresh start after a nasty breakup. There she meets her neighbor, the cynical lawyer, Dean Winchester. A love-hate relationship starts evolving between them ever since they met in the elevator one morning but a desperate situation and a string of lies forces the two friendly rivals to go on a date or rather a fake date. Will sparks fly between them when Dean gets to know Y/N real and up close? Will Y/N finally find her Prince Charming in the grumpy, workaholic, divorce lawyer?

Pairing - Lawyer!Dean Winchester x Y/N

Warning - None expect meanie Dean (Suspicious, isn’t it?)

WC - 2154

Square Filled - Don't put me in this position ( @anyfandomgoesbingo​ )

A/N - I promise the next chapter will have more of Dean and more conflict! This is just the beginning of a very long ride. Enjoy!

Beta’d by @miss-nerd95��

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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The silence in the cab on her way back to her apartment gave her the quality time she needed to think. In a few weeks, Meg was getting married and now, since they knew, Y/N had to show up with her 'boyfriend’. She racked her brain, scrambling to come up with a good excuse because it was all a big lie.

Every time, however, she reached two conclusions - either make a fool of herself and admit that she lied or tell everyone that she broke up and be the one person at the wedding that everyone looks down on with pitiful eyes.

There was a third option, which was risque as hell too, cause Y/N barely knew the man and their first meeting did not go so well, but there was definitely something about him that made her blush every time she thought of him.The way he carried himself and the dominating vibes he gave off, sent shivers down her spine. Maybe he wasn't a morning person and she did start blabbering in the elevator the minute she stepped in. She swallowed hard when she remembered the way her name rolled off his tongue. ‘How did he know?’ She wondered.

As Y/N boarded the elevator, she thought about how, she wanted nothing more than to see a certain green-eyed man again. She had been residing in this complex for almost three months but she had never seen the man before. Maybe he was new here, in this apartment building, who knew? Mind plagued by millions of thoughts, Y/N trudged down the empty hallway to her cosy little home.

“Who invented these fucking heels?” She grumbled as she freed her feet out of the painful, yet pretty high heels when she reached the comfort of her own home. Shrugging her coat off, she relaxed as her ass hit the soft mattress of the couch.

“I need a date in seven weeks.” She said, making a mental note of the wedding date. This was the only wedding she ever looked forward to attending where she knew she wouldn't have to face the constant stream of questions involving her dating life and a particular man. All she ever wanted was to be with her close friend on the best day of her life.

“First dress fitting - tomorrow at 10.” Her phone lit up with an incoming text and groaning, she dropped her head backwards. Y/N couldn't even skip the wedding if she wanted to. She was one of the bridesmaids and it wouldn't be fair to both Meg and Cas, if she didn't attend it. A smile graced her frowning face when she remembered the time Cas proposed to her friend on Valentine's Day. Cliche- Y/N would say, but deep down, she knew she just wanted what Cas and Meg had.

A sigh left her lips as she got up, still in her work clothes. She put on some light music as she went into the bathroom to freshen up. After the long, tiring day she had, a warm bath and a Ryan Gosling movie were very much needed. Quickly stripping off, she stepped into the tub. She leaned her head backwards, closing her eyes, as the warm water soothed her aching body and her troubled mind.

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone,” Y/N sang along the song, slightly off tune but she didn't care, as she stepped out of the bathroom after some time. She let go of the towel wrapped around her body and stepped into a pair of comfortable pjs. Getting a box cold pizza out from her refrigerator, she turned up the volume of the music playing in her apartment.

“He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring, and said,” Y/N yelled out the chorus when she started to heat up the pizza. Her private singing session, however, was cut short by a sudden knock on the door. She grudgingly pressed pause as she walked up to the door to find out the unwanted visitor.

“Excuse me- Ms L/N?” As soon as she opened the door, she was met by a very familiar, deep baritone that had been haunting her.

“Dean Winchester. And please, call me Y/N,” she breathed out. The formality in Dean’s voice made her cringe. Her eyes fell as she took in the man in front.

Dean had gotten rid of the dapper grey suit and slipped into a much laid back look. A black polo t-shirt fitted over his body and plain blue jeans hugging his bowlegs perfectly. The look on his face mirrored the one from the morning and Y/N wondered if he would look better with a smile on. Her train of thoughts were again rudely interrupted by the man speaking.

“I assume you're having somewhat of a casual evening,” Dean said, his hands waving to point at her pjs, making her suddenly self-conscious of her clothing state.

“Y-yeah. How may I help you?” She asked, genuinely curious.

“See, I moved in the apartment right beside you a few days ago, and I think you might have noticed sometime or the other that there are other people living in this building as well,” Dean said, his face not imparting any sort of emotions, “You might be having a casual evening but I can assure you that there's at least one person who is certainly not. Turn the music level down.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open at Dean’s words but she wasn't going to turn down the volume just because a man turned up at her door, asking her to do so. His words were sharp, but his tone was downright rude, and it was definitely not because he wasn't a morning person. The least he could have done was ask her nicely.

“Well, listen here pal, no one's having a problem, other than you. So you can go back to your room, put on some earplugs and do whatever the heck you were doing before you decided to make my day more awful,” Y/N said, taking a threatening stance with hands on her hips, a deep frown on her face.

“I'll file a noise complaint report against you.” Dean warned with his pointer finger right in front of her eyes.

“It's just music. Learn to appreciate the little things in life.” She said while rolling her eyes.

“I'm a very busy man and I got work to do, alright? And speaking about music, play something actually good like Zeppelin and people will personally come up to thank you. This song is not even a classic.” Dean spat back.

“Believe me or not, everyone is a Swiftie at heart.” She smirked with a sarcastic shrug. Dean’s lips twitched in anger as his face grew more rigid before he said, “If you don't lower the volume, expect a noise complaint report delivered with your newspaper tomorrow.” He walked away before Y/N had a chance to even think of a comeback.

Glancing over his shoulder, Dean went inside his own apartment room right beside Y/N’s. She glared at the empty hallway before swinging her door shut and walked back to her room towards her amazon echo, turning the music down anyway. She couldn't risk getting a report filed against her, and the man appeared to be dead serious about what he threatened to do.

“Stupid Dean Winchester.” She grumbled.

Squinting at the clock, Y/N woke up the next morning to loud bangs on her door. 7:30 am, it read. Removing the covers, she immediately shivered when the cool air hit her bare legs.

Hair still a mess, she grabbed her robe from the nearby chair, putting it on along with her slippers before she warily made her way to the door. “Dean will be complaining now for sure.” She grumbled as she unlocked her door to reveal her friend standing on the other side in a dishevelled state, eyes red like a mad woman.

“Meg?” Her face scrunched up in confusion as the said woman shoved past her into her apartment. “You’re wearing your shirt inside out.” Y/N closed the door behind her as Meg took a seat on the couch.

“Can I have some water?” Y/N dumbfoundedly nodded at her friend’s request and went to her kitchen to retrieve a glassful. Handing the glass over to her, she sat down next to the brunette who gulped down the entire glass of water in one go. Setting the utensil down on the wooden coffee table in front, she turned towards Y/N with slightly glossy eyes as she spoke, “I don’t want to go and finalise the dresses.”

Her words elicited a laugh from Y/N before she said, “Okay, bridezilla, we can reschedule it. Cas should better watch out!” She chuckled out the last words.

“No, y-you don’t understand!” Meg grabbed her friend’s hands, surprising the latter, “I don’t want to try the dress on at all.” Y/N was utterly surprised over her friend's outburst.

“Honey, you have a wedding in less than two months.” Y/N cooed as a few drops of tears rolled down the bride-to-be’s cheeks. “Meg, talk to me. Did something happen between you two?”

The woman shook her head, letting the other lady in the room know that she didn't have to kick Cas’ ass to her relief, but it confused her even further. Since their engagement five months ago, Meg had been over the moon and had started planning every minute detail with high precision and finesse for her big day.

“What if I'm making a huge mistake?”

“Don’t put me in this position. You know how I am when it comes to-”

“But I need to know, and I trust you.”

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line before she said, “Cas is the best thing that has ever happened to you-”

“You barely even knew me when I started to go out with him. We have only been together for fifteen months - five of which I have spent being engaged to him. What if I regret this later?” Meg's words were correct. Y/N used to barely talk to her when she had started dating Cas, but all through those eighteen months, as she slowly got to know the pair well enough, she knew that they were clearly meant to be in it for the long haul.

“But I have never seen you regret your decision to be with Cas even once… so why start now?.” Y/N politely answered, her hands letting go of her distraught friend's iron-clad grasp and reaching out to soothe her.

“Sometimes even if you have been with your man for what feels like forever, marrying him might seem to be the worst decision you can ever make, but it doesn't matter how long you have been with him. When you know, you know. Follow your heart.” Meg looked up at her as she mulled her words over before speaking.

“I love him.” She said.

“Then go, be with him.” Y/N smiled. Crisis averted.

A smile started to appear on Meg’s tear stained face as her eyes twinkled with a suggestive glimmer in them. Fiddling with her sparkling ring, she said, “Dean’s good for you. Don't let him go.”

Y/N was taken aback by her friend's supposition. She sat up straight in her seat as heat crept up her neck. Her mind was stuck in a turmoil as she tried to come up with an appropriate response.

“He’s not-Dean is not-” She stuttered, the words got stuck in her throat when she tried to think of a decent excuse. Maybe, this was the universe giving her a chance to take back everything she had said before, but the disheartened look on her friend’s face made her rethink her decision. After all, a little white lie never hurt anybody. “Yeah, he is a good man.” Meg smiled as Y/N played her into the deception game once again.

“Will he be at the wedding?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“What are you waiting for? Unless he is a figment of your imagination, ask him! I want to meet this certain Dean Winchester.” Meg giggled.

“I don’t have such vivid imaginations, Meg.” Y/N let out a nervous chuckle. She was now being given an ample amount of opportunities to tell the truth, then why was it so hard for her to deny everything she had said? Maybe she liked living in this utopian world where for once, no one deemed her as the broken, pathetic girl who failed to make a man stay. Maybe deep down, she wanted this damn lie to be true.

“I’ll ask him but you do know how men are about weddings.” She replied, having no knowledge of how to keep her end of the promise.

Chapter 3

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Te amo

I am working on a few of the other prompts and a part 2 to prompt 4 the soulmate au I just recently got another puppy and I still have uni work to do so I'm a bit behind schedule with these and I'm so sorry. Hopefully this little kinda songfic makes up for it.

13th doctor x female reader

Warnings: swearing as usual, fluffy, sad thoughts, twist the original songs meaning, long as fuck.

Probably terrible as its my first songfic

I don't know much Spanish so some of the examples later on are Google translated and I know it can be wrong so I do apologise for any mistranslations

This is based off Rhiannas song Te Amo but I'm switching it up a little. I dont why 13th doctor came into my head when I was listening to it but it gave me this lil oneshot idea so enjoy! The picture is not mine but the rainbow effect added is done by me! Same for the picture later on.

I've been travelling with this amazing alien for a whole year now. The adventures are always amazing if she's there! The others sometimes complain and say its boring, especially on a junk planet but to see her face light up with excitement makes my day and it well worth the dirt we cover ourselves on by the time we are done. And when she finds something that she thought was useful and it turns out, it's not her scrunch is amazing.

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm in love with this alien. I know, weird, a human and an alien together? But I can't help it! I'm completely besotted with her. If she even looks in my direction, my legs go to jelly and I get butterflies. I know, cheesy. But thats exactly how I feel around her. I barely want to touch her because I nearly fainted the last few times. And I fear she may pick up on how I'm distancing myself from her. I don't want to break her heart and leave, the thought of her look kills me as is so I'm trying to get her to kick me off.

It doesn't seem to be working though. I've been distancing myself since I found out about how I feel, which is now 6 months ago and she's trying to get me to be as close as I was with her.

I'll tell her. On one of our amazing adventures but I can't do it straight forward, it's making me sick with anxiety just thinking about it. I'll fancy it up, make her work it out. Whenever we are next to each other and the moment is right, I'll tell her in another language!

I finally get out of bed after I finished writing in my diary. I slip some comfy clothes on and head out to the TARDIS library and hope no one is there, especially her. I'll be distracted and right now, I need to concentrate. I wonder the warm halls, grateful that the TARDIS had considered my preferences. I think the TARDIS likes me more than the others because I talk to her and show her gratefulness for taking us somewhere amazing and I chat to her regularly and I try to involve her in my conversations. The others find it weird, except for the Doctor, she just smiles and joins in with me. Im still learning how to translate her but I think I've sort of got it.

I reach my hand forward and grab the aged bronze doorknob and open to the giant room. There were so many floors that an elevator had to be used to access some of them as the Doctor said "walking would literally take weeks to reach some floors". Thankfully the TARDIS organises them to make them easier to find. I looked forward and saw an interactive map in front of me. My hands touched the screen and many subjects and categories came up. Anything ranging from kiddie tales to straight up smut, I have a feeling either River or Missy are to blame for that addition.

I've never met them but the TARDIS showed me videos from her database and brought books to my attention about them. They both seem very dirty minded people so I'm not surprised those are there. I wonder if the Doctor has ever stumbled upon this section or is it for none Doctor eyes only? If she does know about them, has she ever read one? No, don't go there you stupid brain! She probably doesn't know!

I quickly stop that train of thought and catch my breath. I've never thought about those kinds of things about anyone before. Stupid Timelord, making me go all weird and think dirty things. Now my face is all red, I really hope I'm alone in here. I quickly focus back to the task at hand, finding a new language to learn. The TARDIS seemed to know where to go and blue arrows appeared, guiding me to the right section in what could be a maze.

As I walking, I felt excitement rise within me. What if she felt the same way? What if she was impressed by how far I wanted to go just to say those 3 words? Would her hazel honey eyes sparkle with delight? Would she scronch her nose in amazement?

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the language learning section and there were many alien languages but the TARDIS seemed to have a better idea of what would be perfect for me as a white hardback book fell off the 4th shelf onto the wooden floor. I picked it up and noticed how smooth the cover was and how old yet unused it looked. The white was a little off, almost a dull cream from ageing which made the gold writing harder to read. The title was simple:

Spanish basics and need to knows.

I did always find Spanish in school fun to learn, more than French or German anyway and I don't wanna stereotype this into a typical French is the language of romance. I never really found it romantic sounding compared to Spanish.

I picked up the book and quickly flicked through to the right page and took a note on my phone as to what the translation was and put the worn book away. I quietly thanked the TARDIS and rushed out of the library and back into my room where I could practice without getting caught.

A few weeks have passed since I picked up the new words and practiced them until I was confident and had the TARDIS' approval that I was saying it right. Today the Doctor wanted to take us to this party in the 18th century and we all decided to dress for the part once we landed.

Yaz was wearing a beautiful black and red ballroom gown, accented with little bows around the bottom and lace cuffs. She had her black hair curled into a ponytail. It was simple and cute, much like her style normally. Graham and Ryan wore similar suits but Graham wore green accents and Ryan wore yellow accents.

I let the TARDIS pick my dress. She picked a black and dark blue ballroom gown with blue roses on the bottom. It had black lace underneath and blue lace as the cuffs. The gown also seemed to glitter slightly in the light making me sparkle very subtly. I put my comfy boots on as you couldn't see my shoes as I walked anyway so why did it matter? With all the running we do, I'm not risking my ankles with heels, thank you very much. I had my (h/c) hair in (fave style). It suited my dress perfectly.

I nearly choked on oxygen when I saw how hot the Doctor looked in her suit. It took me a few moments to realise we match. We both blushed at the realisation. Of course the TARDIS makes us match! No wonder why she was more than eager to help me pick an outfit! Stupid sentient ship, shipping us already!

I quickly cleared my throat and complimented everyone on how amazing they looked but I just couldn't take my eyes off the Doctor for long. She was like a magnet for my eyes. Someone help before she realises!

"Don't we all look brilliant? Perfect for the party! 18th century Yorkshire to be exact! What a great century for you guys. Now then, this party is for Nobles and higher, as per usual in these times. Ryan, I suggest you keep in mind about any racist comments that may come out. But as long as you say your Graham's personal butler, you should be welcomed with little resistance. And Yaz, I want you to be (y/n)'s personal maid. That does mean you'll have to follow your so called "masters" around and do anything they ask unfortunately and Graham, (y/n), please act like the others around you and use them. Unfortunately this is the only way all 5 of us can join the party. You'll be fine as long as you bite your tongues. Now the Noble Edward Collins is the host so be sure to thank him for inviting you, even though you technically weren't. And try not to get too drunk, I know what you humans are like! Now follow me." The Doctor explained. I was going to tell the Doctor today, but I guess, I'll have to wait.

The Doctor opened the doors and we were in a cupboard under some gorgeous marble stairs. As we walked towards the party I noticed some family portraits along the walls. They were a very beautiful looking family. The mother had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. The father was buff, long brown hair and daring brown eyes. There were two children, a girl and a boy. The girl had long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, whilst the son had blonde hair and brown eyes. They also had a brown greyhound dog laying by the sons feet. The son must be the host, Edward. He looked not much older than 10 in the last painting but the daughter was no where to be found in the portrait and theu all looked mournful. Is she dead and is that the picture capturing the moment of grief? Why would anyone want that? It's so strange, even for this time period.

The Doctor held me and Yaz close, stopping us in our tracks. My heart was racing at the simple touch. But as soon as the touch was there, it was gone. "I hope its okay with you (y/n) but you're going to have to be married to someone."

My heart stopped for a moment and I nearly choked on air. "What? Why?"

"Because women like yourself would have been married as young as 13 or 14. Now your only choices are me and Graham. You can't choose Ryan as he's supposed to be a butler and you can't choose Yaz as she's your maid. The choice is yours, I just need to know wether or not I should refer to you as my darling wife or not?"

What. The. Fuck.

Why did her even calling me that l, turn me on? Obviously, I'm going to choose her but I'm going to have to perfect my reasoning here.

"As much as I love Graham, it's going to be awkward if I have to kiss him or anything because he's like my grandad! I guess you'll do Timelord. Come on then husband, we don't want to be late to the dancefloor!" I spoke clearly hoping she didn't notice how excited I actually was to have even a hint of a relationship with her. It may be fake but ill take anything when it comes to her.

We arrived at the welcome committee and handed our cards over, aka the psychic paper. We were going as Mr and Mrs (last name). The Doctor was holding my hand this entire time and it's driving me insane. I don't know if she can feel my racing pulse under her fingers but if she can I hope she puts it down to excitement! We walked down the most grandest staircase you would ever lay your eyes on.

First we walked around, greeting everyone as they came up to us or if she dragged me to someone she knew, but not personally. She was cute when she was fangirling over these people. Yaz found it annoying as she just wanted to party but I couldn't help it. The way her eyes shimmer with recognition was more beautiful than any galaxy she could ever take us. Sometimes her eyes flickered with admiration and it did make me have jealousy for just a moment before I remembered, I'm staying with her and they aren't .

As the party moved on we met the host Edward. He looked a lot different than in his paintings. He was around 20 years old now and his blonde hair was below his shoulders. He looked a lot like his father with his muscley build. And he was very charismatic which I did not like as he poured all his charm into the Doctor. Does everyone here know that he's gay or does he see through the Doctors disguise? Either way, it was rubbing me the wrong way. I quickly excused myself with Yaz and walked into the bathroom.

"I did not like him. I do not like this Edward guy. Something about him rubs me completely wrong. He's handsome but something is telling me he knows the Doctor isn't a man."

"I felt the same way. He knows something we don't. Before we go out there again, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Yaz asked. My mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. She knows. The jig is up with Yaz. "How do you feel about her, honestly? One minute you 2 are inseparable, then you distance yourself and now you are a nervous wreck around her! I won't judge but I just want to make sure my theory is correct."

Shit. I guess I really was obvious. Does she know?

"If your theory is about me falling hopelessly in love with the Doctor then you'd be correct. I can't help it. I'm going to tell her how I feel without being completely stupid. I just need a right moment to say it." I spoke with a heavy sigh. Hopefully, Yaz can help create that moment thay I need. She nods her head and opens the door. We walk back to the Doctor and notice Edward has gone to other guests and she was talking to Graham. I looked around and saw Ryan flirting with a pretty lady near the food table. Why am I not surprised?

A few hours had passed and the Doctor seemed bored with standing and talking so I made a plan in my head. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dancefloor as the next song came on. I didn't quite know how to dance properly but I knew the basics if it. She has to lead and I simply follow suit. It took a few moments but I got the hang of it with the Doctors help. Soon we were dancing so gracefully underneath the most beautiful candelabra that lit up her face perfectly.

Her hair swayed to our perfect dance ever so gently. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and her lips were in a permanent smile. She even laughed a couple of times. Then as the music slowed down to a pace that was perfect, I grabbed her waist and looked her. My heart was going crazy and my legs were about to buckle but I had rehearsed my lines. I can do this.

"Hey Doc. Its been an amazing time with you but I can't continue this without being honest with you. But everytime I get close, I back down in fear. So I'm going to let you figure it out. Doctora te amo. Entiendo que si no sientes lo mismo y me iré si quieres. (Doctor i love you. i understand if you don't feel the same way and i'll leave if you want.)" I spoke with as much passion and intention as I could. I looked into her eyes and saw her confused and trying to work out what I said. I would find it cute if my heart was beating right out of my chest. "Well, I've had a great time but I'm fucking knackered. I'm calling it night. I'll be heading to the TARDIS if you need me."

"I'll come with ya. I'm knackered as well and we both need each other to undo the corsets and mine is starting to hurt a little bit. How we used to do this for a full day, everyday, is beyond my understanding. As beautiful as we look, I don't think its worth the pain this will bring in the morning." Yaz spoke with a slight mumble as proof of her mental state and finishing with a yawn. I chuckled at her state and walked back to the TARDIS with a small amount of chat along the way.

She is right though. These corsets really do hurt you after a while, I'm glad I chose not to wear heels or else I'll be fucked for in the morning. I would literally scream. I think the Doctor had the right idea in wearing a suit, no pain. I do feel bad for leaving her but I just need some space after basically admitting everything that's been built up within me for too damn long. Maybe I should tell Yaz how it went and maybe she can help determine if the Doctor is happy or not.

We walked back into the wardrobe room and I helped Yaz out of her corset. She immediately sighed in relief. She finished getting herself into comfy clothes and started to untie my ribbon.

"So did you tell her?"

"Sort of. I basically told her everything but in Spanish. I just hope it doesn't change anything, except in a positive way, of course! If she wants me gone, I've told her that it's fine and I understand. She's very socially awkward and as cute as I find it, it may not help me in this situation. Do you have any clues on how she may react once she figures it out?"

Yaz stopped untying my corset for a moment and placed 1 finger upon her chin in thought. Her eyes were almost shut and seemed almost completely black in the light. After what seemed like forever, she took her finger off her chin and beamed a toothy smile. Her eyes sparkled as she remembered something and seemed to gleam slightly menacingly. A smirk replaced her smile soon after.

"There's a few times she's shown affection towards you. And I mean romantic affection. She always chooses to hold your hand over anyone else's if given the choice. She always steps I'm front of you when an enemy threatens to kill us all or hurt us in anyway. When you go wandering around on your own, she's terrified thats she's lost you forever to an enemy we don't even know of!" Yaz starts explaining carefully as if she's worried on how to word it.

"Those are just friendly affec-"

"I wasn't done. I was warming up." Yaz interrupts me as I was about to go into a self deprecating speech on how I'm just a friend to everyone and never a lover. "She always looks to see your face on adventures because she secretly loves your reactions, bad or good. When the Master revealed himself, she looked straight at you for support on how she should react. When she came back from the Kasavin, she ran straight to you and made sure you were ok first before any of us. When we were in the Tsungra medical ship, the first person she asked for was you! Whilst she was unconscious on board the ship, she kept mumbling your name, over and over again. When she saw how gorgeous you looked today, I thought she'd take you right there on the spot! She fucking loves you (y/n)! You're just so unbelievably blind to it all!"

Yaz was almost red with rage. Did she really do all that, for me? The TARDIS mustve read my mind and seemed to hum positively in reply. If everything Yaz said is true then she'll be so happy about it and maybe we can be a thing! But then again, maybe losing so many in a similar position as me will turn her away. Maybe her soul is awry and she's asking why right now.

Once I had gotten changed I went to sleep almost straight away, I suppose all that dancing and social ques having tired me out more than I thought.

I woke up to a soft knock on my door. I rubbed my (e/c) eyes and told them I'd be a few minutes as I've only just woken up. It wasn't until I finished brushing my (h/c) hair that I remembered what happened yesterday. All the panic rushed within me at once and I nearly threw up. I took several deep breaths and opened the door.

"GRAHAM THANK FUCK ITS YOU!" I almost shouted at him. He looked a little bewildered for a moment before he seemed to remember what brought him here in the first place.

"Hello Love, I'm here because Doc wanted to speak with you privately in the library. She says that the TARDIS will guide you to her location. She seemed a little off after you and Yaz left. Did something happen? Is everything ok?" Graham asked cautiously. He must be so confused.

"Sort of. I'll explain more when I get back but what do you mean by "a little off"?"

"Well she seemed lost in all sense of the word. She kept muttering "Te Amo" all the time. She was all over the place aswell. She got me and Ryan back here not long after you guys. Something about not trusting Ryan to not get alcohol poisoning without her around. She hasn't really left the library since if I'm honest. She's been in there for 12 hours. I only know she wants you because she whattsapped me on my phone. Whatever is going on, please sort it out, she's starting to really worry me. She hasn't been the same since that Master guy came around." Graham spoke clearly, albeit confused. I nodded my head and walked in the opposite direction to him and hoped the TARDIS would take me there quicker than normal. I want to treat this like a plaster, rip it off in one go.

Sooner than I realised, I grabbed the all too familiar door knob of the library. I took a deep breath and walked in. A blue line appeared towards the interactive map. I awakened the console and I saw a black screen with a few words on it. It looked like a message with how it was presented.

Hello (y/n)! Don't walk until you calm. Breath deeply and try not to panic. I promise you, all will work out in the end. I see more than you realise and I know my thief better than anyone whoever stepped foot into my being. I know of her main problem about the situation. If she loves you, drink this. It won't hurt, she'll know what it is.

The TARDIS

I should have been surprised by this new knowledge that she could speak to me, in a way, but I've seen so much and I am so tender hooks so I didn't take much notice of it. I quickly sat down and tried to control my breathing. After about 5 or so minutes, I felt calm enough to finally meet up with her and hear what she has to say.

I followed the blue line carefully until I spotted her in a comfy room. She mustve gotten changed at some point as she was wearing her usual rainbow outfit, minus the jacket. She was sat on a deep purple sofa, legs curled into her body. Her shoes were on the carpeted floor underneath her, seemingly forgotten for the moment. There were many books surrounding us from many cultures and spieces. One wall had a cozy wood burning fireplace crackling within the silence that surrounded us.

Her face was scrunched within deep thought. Her eyes sparkling with an emotion that I couldn't quite put my finger on; hope, sorrow or excitement? Her lips had a small smirk gracing them and her teeth had bitten a small part of it. Her hands were holding a book in a way where I couldn't quite see what it was.

I didn't want to disturb her as she looked so ethereal with the warm glow of the fire highlighting her in the perfect way. Unfortunately, it's plaster time and I wanted this sorted sooner rather than later. I took a deep breath took in the picture for memory.

"Hey, Graham said you wanted to talk to me? Is everything ok?" I asked gently and as softly as I could so she was carefully brought out of her little world. I didn't want to scare her. She raised her eyes from her book for a moment and bookmarked the page she was at with a little TARDIS paperclip. She placed the book on the table at the side of her and patted the seat next to her.

As I sat down my nerves were through the roof. She gave nothing away as she stared at me for a minute, as if assessing something about me.

"Why are you so nervous? Calm down. You are right, It is to do with last night. You left pretty abruptly after basically confessing your feelings to me. I was so confused, not just about what you said but about myself and what I wanted to do about you." The Doctor spoke monotonously. Did she mean get rid of me? "I had to first of all, find out what you said, well done on learning a new language by the way, one even I'm not fluent at. I'm guessing the old girl had something to do with that idea. Not that, you aren't smart enough but you don't know what languages I do or don't know."

The Tardis seemed to chuckled at the accusation and I simply nodded my head. "I wanted to buy myself time and to impress you."

"You impressed me a long time ago Miss (l/n). That is just a cherry on top. After I figured out what you said, no thanks to my old friend here, I went through a lot of thinking. I've not been in many relationships and you know my history regarding the ones I have been in. You know, River and Missy? And I have such a bad past with it ending in nothing but tears for me. I always lose those I care for deeply." She spoke with tears spilling from her gorgeous eyes. I grabbed her face gently and wiped away the stray tears that managed to escape their home.

"That was when you were a man. You're a woman now, everything is so different. Relationships can be heartbreaking. I know what you're main problem is and the TARDIS has a solution to that. I just need you to tell me the truth. How do you feel about me? Do you want me to stay or not?" I stated holding the small shot glassed amount of liquid in my hand. The liquid was golden and sparkled slightly in the light. There were specks of orange and silver within it and it was as hot as a nice cup of (hot drink). Her eyes sparkled with hope and shock. Her lips were smiling wide. And she seemed to giggle at the sight of it. She held it for a moment as if examining it like a rare artefact, maybe it was. Either way, I trust her judgement and if she's happy about it, then so am I. Once she had analysed the drink, she practically leapt into my arms and pushed me down on my back. She smelled of custard creams and the TARDIS which was odd but completely her and I couldn't imagine her smelling any other way.

"That does solve our problem! What she has just given you is the rarest liquid in the universe seeing as only one thing in the entirety of space can produce it. That drink is known as the nectar of the chosen ones. It's rare as the race that used to make them has practically gone extinct. There's only 3 left in the known universe and you're living in one. That drink is the blood of the TARDIS. It grants you immortality if you drink it. It is said to resemble your favourite beverage no matter who you are. However, it only lasts 100 years and you must drink it every century or else your body clock will kick in and you will age and be as mortal as you are now." She speaks with a warning as we sit up holding holds.

"I have no problem with that. I would sacrifice everything if it meant I got to call you mine. Just please tell me and I'll drink it." I told her with adoration in my eyes.

She held me close and planted a soft and gentle kiss to my lips. It was short but it sent more fireworks than you can imagine through my body. I knew I had found her. She grabbed my waist and whispered next to my ear:

"Te Amo"

#13th doctor #thirteenth doctor x reader #13th doctor x reader #female reader

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alternate routes

SYNOPSIS — how do you go throughout life? well, you find someone you like. get to know them. start dating. break up a few times, get back together. get married. have some kids. die old. typical. fucking in a back room of an awards show, not once, but twice as complete strangers, was definitely not how most relationships start out.

PAIRING — taehyung x metzi (oc) WARNINGS — descriptions of cheating, fliphones, mentions of getting laid, really bad intros tbh, the introvert line being introverts, and girls who are rlly bad at timing, an asshole named ryan, cursing WORD COUNT — just over 3.1k AUTHOR’S NOTE — hi! i am so fucking bad at writing the first chapter or two, i promise if you can bear the beginning of this story, it gets better. i have two and a half chapters written so far but i am writing super often! once a few more chapters get published i will create a masterlist. please enjoy and if you have any comments or recs don’t hesitate to let me know!! :)))

𝟏: 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐄 

𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟖 ⇥ The universe known to man is a labyrinth—an irregular maze, a passage that cannot be routed—and to understand that took more than an average mind. The matter was far too complicated than any obsolete man to comprehend on a whim. Millenia passed before galaxies were formed, planets were created, all unbeknownst to the stars bursting just miles apart.

From early amphibians, to the ice age, to cavemen, evolution has made great strides in every species. Humans in the past were variants called homosapiens, and most likely came from chimpanzees. Great strides like this were something to be proud of, you'd think.

When Metzi Ludovic realized that birds can fly with natural evolution, while humans had to industrialize it (thanks to the Wright brothers) she was pretty distraught. As an imaginative and critical eight-year old, fifteen years later, not much had changed. Currently, she was pondering over the fact that humans are one of the few species with opposable thumbs.

Majority of animals had not yet evolutionized to create opposable thumbs. While frantic over this, she also imagined her beautiful Pomeranian, with thumbs popping out of his paws. Her thoughts were quickly subdued, thanks to her coherent thoughts making an appearance. As cool as it would be, all other animals would devour humans if they gained that ability.

Is that the only reason humans are all mighty? They can industrialize and aim properly due to their adaptations, so that they somehow became top of the food chain?

Thankfully, she was redacted from her thoughts as her manager, Emmy, let out a distressed sigh. "Wren, we cannot change your outfit again. You look beautiful," At this point, looking at Wren, she knew that she would look good. Somehow, she couldn't convince herself.

"Wren, we can switch. I don't hate green, so you can take blue if you want it. I really don't mind," Metzi smiled softly, and she knew it was the right thing to offer as Wren's face lit up, a few tears being wiped away. "Really? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, just do me a favor and loosen the ties on that, please. I have had way too many tacos yesterday to fit into it with the strings that tight," a small laugh left her mouth, and as she laid on the comfortable sofa. It was plush, but somehow offered no lumbar support. Who the hell makes a couch so soft, yet so unbearable for convenience of naps?

Selfish, she thought.

This dressing room was beautiful, so you'd think they'd have enough funds to make a decent couch. She could enjoy the aesthetics of the room, anyways. A luxurious baby pink covered the walls, and was bordered by pristine white. Plush gray carpet was under her feet, and was stain free. With Malorie in here, that probably wouldn't last long.

She was over by the double mirrors, applying powder over her face. She was so beautiful, Metzi couldn't fathom why she insisted on so much makeup. The same could be said about herself, so she kept her somewhat inner misogynistic comments at bay. She was pretty quiet, but something was off. She wasn't usually this quiet, so Metzi shot her a text.

She was very personal, and barely talked about what bothered her. Occasionally, Metzi would get her to open up, which she could physically see the relief on her face as she broke down. A brief, but to the point was written out on Metzi's phone.

you don't seem okay. wanna talk about it? Read 2:33 PM

The three dots popped up, and Metzi's attention was quickly brought to Vida, who sat down next to her, letting out a sigh. "How much longer until Olive gets here? I'm so close to taking a nap," Vida quickly put her hair into a makeshift ponytail, and leaned back, closing her eyes.

"It's only two, so I imagine not for a good hour or so, a nap sounds kind of nice," Wren commented, stood in the other corner of the room, with Emmy helped her undo the straps of her outfit. Her green silk top complimented her skin perfectly, but Metzi knew it was too late to convince her.

"Well, I'm out, wake me up when she gets here," Vida quickly blurts, and her head is now comfortably laying on the arm of the sofa. "I'll get up, I have to go to the bathroom anyways," Metzi commented, sighing before getting up.

Silence followed, and the blonde decided to take a look at her phone. A text was sent back on Malorie's behalf, and she widened her eyes momentarily. Standing still, she turned back to look at her. A face of guilt was evident, and she tried her best to hold her breath.

i have something to tell you, i'm not supposed to. i just feel so bad knowing while you don't i really shouldn't have said anything forget it

meet me in the bathroom

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Metzi's mind was in a whirlwind, and she couldn't think of anything she'd be referring to. Of course, it was useless, because clearly she wasn't meant to know about it. She hurried out of the room, the last thing she heard was Wren complaining once more about her outfit.

The hallways were empty, mostly because they'd came so early, and Metzi took her time reaching the bathroom. It was communal, so she really hoped that nobody else was here yet. The awards were meant to start in a few hours, and considering they had three faces to paint with makeup, early was a necessity.

"I hope you won't be mad at me," A small, timid voice aired behind her. The blonde turned around, and clutched her phone in fear. "I'm not, please tell me what's going on,"

As Malorie opened her phone, Metzi tapped her foot anxiously.

God, she really had to piss.

The brunette looked up at her, and showed her a photo.

"What is that?"

"That, was Ryan. On Saturday."

Ryan was her boyfriend of six years. An anxious cramping formed in her stomach at the mixture of his name and the tone of Malorie's voice. The photo she was now staring at made her want to vomit. Her stomach was now doing somersaults.

In the photo, it was indeed Ryan, in Metzi's own bed, with a mop of curly red hair under him. Most was covered by the sheets, but it was enough to come to the correct conclusion. He was clearly enjoying it too, judging by his face. Upon further inspection, she noticed something odd.

Grabbing the phone out of Malorie's hand, she zoomed in. On her nightstand, where a picture of the two usually sat, was now face down. While he fucked another woman in her bed, he turned her face down.

Tears pricked at her eyes, and she took a deep breath in.

What happened Saturday? She was home mostly all day, so when did he have time to do this?

"What—how did you get this?"

"I came to give you your present, and I heard something. Y'know since you gave me keys? I figured it was okay to come in, and your bedroom door was open. I knew Ryan would try to make me the liar, so I took a picture. He told me that if I told you," Malorie pursed her lips, "well he threatened to do something pretty fucked up."

"Holy fuck," Metzi whispered, "I just—I had no fucking clue. This entire time, and who knows how long he's been fucking her?"

One lonesome tear fell down her cheek. In anger or sadness, Malorie didn't know.

Opening her phone, she opened Ryan's contact. "Hey," Malorie whispered, her voice now soft. "If he tells you anything about me, promise you won't believe him?"

"Of course, you come first. Always."

She debated on whether or not to call him, but instead opted on a text.

I hope you enjoyed fucking merida, we're done. get your things out of my house by tomorrow. delete my number.

She wiped the tears from her eyes, and a smile adorned her face. Her bladder problems now the least of her concerns, she started back for the dressing room. Emmy now sat at the vanity, on her phone, and Vida and Wren were basically cuddling.

Surprised at the sudden intrustion, all eyes landed on the pair standing in the doorway.

"Ryan cheated on me, so now we're all single." Metzi gave nobody the chance to respond, as if anyone could think of what to say, and took a deep breath in.

"I haven't been fucked in months, and now I know why. So, I'm gonna get laid tonight, feel free to join me."

All seven of them had their faces beat to perfection, their outfits tailored and steamed of any wrinkles. They looked absolutely impeccable, as if the world around them kissed their feet. Hell, some reporters actually acted like that.

The members of BTS were now known worldwide, and it seemed that they were sought after by nearly everyone. Each member was so unique—so captivating in every aspect. Personalities somehow intertwine perfectly, yet polar opposites sometimes.

Proud but humble men, they basked in the warmth of positive attention. All eyes were on them for now, and they proudly understood it. As they walked on the red carpet of the music event, Yoongi and Jungkook both hated what they would be forced to do in mere minutes. As self-declared introverts, social interactions were about to start, and they honestly would rather sit in the corner and get this over with.

They would meet a few smaller artists, an occasional household name, (which they would fawn over for the rest of the night) and then be on their way. It would probably be in a few news articles, and some artists would insist on pictures, and they would be spread around within minutes. It was the same routine, and almost every time they would speak as little as possible, save for Namjoon, and would discuss it later. Hollywood was English dominated, and they despised it.

"Right now we only have to meet one group, and then we're okay for a few hours," Namjoon spoke quietly and quickly, and they piled off of the red carpet into a building. The hallways were scary, dark and empty, but a light above them quickly lit up.

To their surprise, the hallway was beautiful. The walls were an navy blue, white accents on top and bottom. Numerous gold paintings and records lined the walls, and it seemed to go on forever.

"Who is it we're supposed to be meeting? This hallway is a bit sketchy," Jimin perked up, and Namjoon chuckled. "WB,"

"Who is that?"

"I can't remember what their name stands for, but they sing that one song," Namjoon goes on to hum the tune to a familiar song that got pretty big, and all of the members start singing along. Of course, the lyrics are completely off and the tune is absolutely horrid, but they all recognize it vaguely.  

All numbly following Namjoon, he was taking rough instructions from their manager to get there. This was not how it usually happened, but he had said something urgent came up. He had told Namjoon how to get there, and he knew that they were smart enough to make it without breaking a couple ligaments.

"Group? I thought it was one singer," Jin commented, and Taehyung nodded in agreement. "I would have never thought it was more than one. Are they American?"

"I guess we're going to find out," he snickered, and they all stopped at the corner. The door was slightly creaked open, and soft laughter could be heard. It was feminine, soft. It sounded like pure happiness was inside that door.

To double check, Namjoon eyed the sign on the door.

A large, black WB was written so even the partially blind could read. It was odd, the only dressing room out of probably at least a hundred, was all the way back, alone. They had no time to question it before Jin took a few strides forward, and boasted his English abilites.

"Come on-uh, guys."

The rest of them burst into laughter, and Namjoon quickly followed suit, knowing Jin would not be the prime candidate for introductions. He would simply utter a few English words, turn to Namjoon for help, and in panic, make a really bad play on words in Korean.

Timidly, Namjoon's knuckles rapped on the already-open door, accidentally pushing it further open a bit. "Come in!"

They were met with three girls stuffing their faces with chocolate cake, and another laying on the floor, fiddling with a.. flip-phone?

Jin grimaced at the reminder, glad it wasn't pink.

All eyes awkwardly met at the realization, and two of the three muffling down cake choked a bit. "Emmy, I thought you said 5:30?" Malorie was the one to ask, but none of the boys knew that.

"It is 5:30,"

The cake was swallowed within seconds, the flip-phone was now laying on the table, untouched. Four girls scrambled up simultaneously, and watched as the rest of the men piled in. An awkward stout of silence followed, and this so called Emmy, rose and met the boys first.

She had a firm grip, and introduced herself as their manager. The situation was humorous to say the least, these girls who could pass off as teenagers, were standing in single file in shame. The first was a beautiful girl with a large afro, and she kept a tight smile. She did not know who they were, nor did she really care. She introduced herself as Wren.

Next, was a taller woman, who seemed a hint older, with large winged eyeliner. She was Vida. Jin's first instinct was that she reminded him of him, she was definitely the oldest. Then, a smaller girl with a thick smile and soft curls was next. Soft hands, gentle grip. Her name was Malorie.

The last, was a young woman with blonde hair. Realistically, she didn't have any defining features besides her hair, she was the average American-looking girl. She introduced herself as Metzi, and to their surprise, bowed.

"It's really nice to meet you guys," Emmy let out a soft chuckle, and Namjoon nodded tightly. "Are you performing tonight?" It was Malorie who had asked, a soft question. "Yes, actually,"

"I heard you are as well," Namjoon replied, hoping to end the small talk quickly. "Yes we are! I'm surprised you've heard of us, I mean we're not huge."

She wasn't lying, but they definitely weren't small, either. Sixth biggest girlgroup of all time by album sales just behind TLC. Thirtieth on the most followed Spotify artist. Their debut album was certified Gold in six countries. Humble was the key to success, though.

"I'm not sure how big they are in the States, but aren't they pretty well known in Korea?" Yoongi spoke, but of course he wasn't talking to the girls, he was talking to his bandmates. He also spoke in Korean, which is why he nearly had a heart attack when a very feminine voice responded in Korean as well.

"We're big in Korea? I knew we were pretty well known in Japan, but I never really knew about that," It was the blonde one, Metzi. All seven members were in shock, the way she spoke it so effortlessly. If she didn't look the way she did, she could pass off as Native Korean by language alone.

"I know South Korea is very conservative and insistent upon how they operate things, and we're probably the farthest thing from it. I just was under the impression that we didn't fit the mold to do well there," Metzi continued talking, and Wren, Vida and Malorie had absolutely no clue what was going on or being discussed.

Had this been in Spanish, all the girls could have participated. Metzi just insisted on learning Korean, though.

They didn't seem too bothered, though, instead more humored.

"She's been waiting to use that one, huh?" Vida whispered, laughing lightly. "You're not wrong, Korea is known to be very conservative, however, that doesn't mean you have to fit stereotypes to break Korea or any other Asian country for that matter," Namjoon spoke in English this time, and finally the other three girls got a whiff of the conversation.

"We are the farthest thing from ideal boy-groups in America, and we broke it for the most part. Obviously a lot of it is due to our fan base, but point still stands." Seokjin broke in, the conversation now half Korean, half English.

"Good to know," Metzi said softly, a grin on her face.

"How did you learn Korean?" Taehyung spoke up in curiousity, and crinkled his eyes. "I started learning a few years ago before we kind of blew up, and when we visited Korea a few times, I just picked it up a bit. Still a lot I don't know, but I can speak pretty fluently now."

Taehyung nodded in understanding, silently applauding her ability to simply pick up on a language. He doesn't think he will ever gain fluency in English, no matter how hard he'd try. It was a lot harder than he imagined it to be.

"I'm gonna be honest, from media portrayals you guys are made out to be asshats, but you seem pretty down to Earth. Nice to know the fame doesn't get to your head, you know?"

Now it was Wren speaking, and a few snickers sounded from Jungkook and Jimin's mouth. "Asshat," Jimin repeated softly, and they broke into more laughter.

"We appreciate that, thank you. Ignore them," Hoseok spoke this time, a large smile adorning his face. "We will watch your performance tonight, and cheer you on."

"Ditto," Metzi responded in English this time, and Hobi's eyes crinkled in confusion. "Same to you," she clarified in Korean, and he nodded.

They said their goodbyes, and Metzi told all the girls to bow. Namjoon and Vida had a brief talk, and it was no time before BTS and WB were now separate, discussing the events that had just taken place.

The talk of the night was the mysterious blonde girl who spoke fluent Korean. 

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honey boy. jaemin (m)

popular kid! jaemin x popular kid! reader (fwb to lovers! au)

GENRE: angst, fluff, smut

WARNINGS: explicit content, oral (m&f receiving), overstimulation, fingering

WORDS: 15.3k

Jaemin thinks you’re cute and gets the worst idea possible to get close to you, thanks to Lee Donghyuck. 

Na Jaemin swiftly made his way through the crowd in the halls to check out his poster which was designed by his friend who’s an ‘aspiring artist’ according to him, Huang Renjun. “Why did you write ‘Everyone vote for me!’ that sounds so selfish.” Jaemin groaned and jokingly hit Renjun’s shoulder. “Because, my friend, you need the clout. You’re never winning against her.” Renjun glared at the girl at the end of the hallway, Jaemin followed his eyes and saw you standing with your friends, surrounding your poster on the notice board.

Y/N, the girl who has been the class president since the start of high school. Perfect grades, looks to die for, the cheerleader and a heartbreaker. Jaemin looked away, “Oh.” He rested his forehead against the locker and mumbled, “I’ll manage somehow, you just wait and watch.” 

“Dude, I have no idea what the fuck you’re gonna do but just don’t embarrass yourself.”

“I’m not a dumb fuck, just see. I have my ways to win.”

“Hotpot for you if you win.”

“Bet!” 

The month of October, the perfect weather, the time when nominees are announced. October is one of everyone’s favourite months. Nomination announcements with an aftermath of cat fight in the hallways along with messed up halloween party in their wooden floored auditorium with stereotypical decorations done by the sophomores. 

The trees outside were not entirely hues of red and orange yet. The newly softened mud were the acorns - from green to pale brown, none yet the rich hue of children’s story books. The air was cooler with a tincture of earthiness - just a hint that brought to mind the cozy evenings and warm soups to come. Jaemin enters the school premises with obvious eye bags and dark circles, his backpack almost hanging off of his left shoulder. He slowers his pace and Jeno looks back at him, confused. “What happened?” Jaemin takes a 180° turn before even explaining to Jeno, attempting to leave him confused. He heard the footsteps coming closer and closer and eventually halting infront of him. “Good mornin— are you okay?” You ask, the smile fading into a look of concern. “I played games with Renjun till 4am, maybe that’s why? I don’t know.” He reasoned, his voice stuttering. 

“Damn. Anyways I actually came to say good luck, you know the class president thingy.” Jaemin cracked a tired smile, “Yeah that, I’m gonna try my best! Really excited about it to be honest.” You show bright smile yet again and show him a thumbs up before disappearing into the crowded classroom. “Man I don’t think you’ll win if she’s nominated, I’ve heard so much shit about her.” Jeno looks at jaemin while he shoves his thick chemistry books inside the locker. “I mean I know she’s all that and shit but I’m not that bad you know.” Jaemin teases. 

Later that day, Jeno sat on the edge of Jaemin’s bed, his eyes not moving from the plasma screen infront. Jaemin’s whines were a like an annoying and obnoxious background music to him and Donghyuck. “I swear, she manipulates the votes, it’s not possible that she has 112 and i have 89 only! Y/N literally does nothing!” Jaemin runs his finger through his brown locks. “Shut the fuck up, if i lose against Jeno one more time I’ll literally eat your food for the entire year.” Donghyuck spats, his eyes fixed on the plasma screen. “She’s a teacher’s pet, hosts good parties, is nice, gets good grades, heard she’s a really good kisser. What else do you need?” Jeno snorted. “Did I mention hot?” He adds. 

Jaemin sits with his legs crossed on the floor, bundles of messy gaming consoles, wires scattered on the floor in front of him, “Dude did you kiss her or something?” Jaemin laughs. 

“Are you dumb? I said I heard, maybe this is why you have zero votes. Renjun should’ve been nominated if he actually studied properly unlike you.” Jeno scoffs. 

“Wait a damn minute, what does being a good kisser have to do with getting votes?” Donghyuck finally replies and looks away from the screen for the first time ever since he came into Jaemin’s room. “She’s getting free votes from the dudes.” Jaemin sighed. “Maybe you should stop playing with my FIFA.” he adds. Jeno and Donghyuck’s banters along with Jaemin having a mental breakdown while sitting on the floor was interrupted by Donghyuck’s phone. 

“Mom i am so sorry! This is the last time i swear, it’s never happening again! I promise!” Donghyuck said on the phone. 

“Oh shit it’s 11pm, I didn’t even realise, his mom is gonna beat him up today! Atleast I can sneak in through the window, as long as my sister doesn’t sell me out.” Jeno whispers and starts packing his bag. “Yeah you guys should leave, my mom is probably mad.” Jaemin said slowly. “Don’t stress yourself, this isn’t gonna do anything except giving you extra points for college.” Jeno said and pats Jaemin on the shoulder. 

“Yeah now leave, before my mom is going to beat your ass!” Jaemin’s mom may or may not have scolded him or having friends over since 4pm. He left his mom’s room with an half assed apology. Sighing he picked up all the glasses and plates with half eaten pizza on them which Donghyuck left behind. He made sure to clean them up, so that his mom doesn’t throw tantrum early in the morning right after he wakes up. He finally sits on his bed, wearing his Ryan pajamas which he’s too shy to wear infront of other people and too shy to admit that he’s 19 and still wears it. he scrolled down his Instagram, just updates on the votings, halloween preparations and graduation preparations which he wasn’t sure why. Graduation is still months away. 

He suddenly thinks about you after seeing a selfie of you with a classmate he recalls to be, hyunjin. You have good sense of humour and he gets why boys and girls are crazy over you. Jaemin had once considered asking you out back in the last yes of middle school when he was only 15. Till this day he still thinks you’re of the most interesting person he have come across in this school. You texted him that night to tell him good luck yet again, your conversation varied from complaining about Mrs.Kwon to finally coming clean and telling Jaemin how stressful it is to be the class president and that you don’t wanna continue doing this anymore. You were glad that Jaemin had promised to not tell anyone. 

The next morning you regret wearing your school’s summer uniform, a white shirt along with a navy blue tie and a black skirt. You clutched the straps of your bag tightly as you felt goosebumps forming on her exposed legs. You turned your head to the gaze of Heejin, “Good morning! I’m not really sure why you’re wearing this—” the dark haired girl scans you from head to toe. “My mom forgot to put the blazer in laundry, and my pants are too tight. I need an appointment with the school tailor soon.” You say. 

With more than 45 minutes left for assembly and 50 minutes for class, Heejin, you and Yoorim, who was forced to come to school today, decided to seat on the bleachers “Guys I’m so fucking stressed, I don’t know what to do for halloween and literally no one has asked me out for prom!” Yoorim complained. “There’s still like 5 months left for prom— and maybe i’m stressed about halloween too.” You said with a shaky voice. “Y/N are you okay? you’re like not even shivering anymore, you’re literally shaking.” You replied with a weak smile plastered on your face, “I’m gonna be okay! It’s just the fucked up early morning weather. I’ll be fine. Let’s talk about halloween or maybe votings.” 

“Yeah speaking of votings, Aren’t you excited about being the president again? Maybe minus the fact that Mr.Jang literally makes you stay in this shithole till 5pm.” Heejin joked. “Yeah you’re right, that shits painful as fuck.” You said and quickly turned your head to see the new group of people walking towards the bleachers on the other side. It was Jaemin and his group of friends, clad in the school’s infamous black blazers. They sat on the other side of bleachers and you were pretty sure he hadn’t noticed you. You were lost in your own thoughts, in your own world, you couldn’t bother listening to your friends blabbering about prom which was a months away and halloween which was weeks away. Jaemin gives you a small wave across the field, immediately making you look away. Biology class, aka your biggest fear and your 5th period of the day. You tried your best paying attention to Ms.Son explaining the structure of oesophagus but the leaves falling and blowing in the winds outside kept distracting you anyways. Not to mention, Na Jaemin sitting a few seats away from you, rushing to copy whatever Ms.Son is saying. You realized that day Jaemin was ethereal. You would be ashamed to admit it or maybe you won’t even admit it even if you were held at gunpoint. Jaemin felt the strong gaze on him and looked back at you, making you quickly look away and pretended to hear Ms.Son’s oesophageal lecture. “Pssst Jeno! Fucking Lee Jeno!” Jaemin whispered. “Y/N keeps looking at me!” “Isn’t that what you wanted?” Jeno whispered back and went to copy down his notes again.

Few days later you found yourself cleaning the classroom after school that day. You weren’t bothered enough to have a proper conversation with a few other people from your year doing the same thing, you just wanted to go home, have left over kimchi fried rice and take a big fat nap. 

You quickly mopped the floors, cleaned the windows and not to mention cleaning the extra unhygienic nasty bathrooms. You even had to clean for someone else she didn’t even know, because they called in sick the last moment. You clutched your bag strap’s tightly around your shoulder and walked out of the school gates. the glowing sun, a crisp circle in the bloody sky, illuminated a quivering path across the huge buildings. It was almost dark. You quickly grabbed your phone and took a quick picture, you loved sunsets. “Hey.” You were startled and quickly looked behind to meet the eye’s of the honey boy standing right behind you, still wearing his school uniform. his faded blonde - almost brown hair, his glowing skin, his cheeks a faded shade of pink, almost like the sakura blossoms of spring. And the same old big smile. You almost felt like you were in love. A feeling you felt for the first time in years. “You didn’t leave yet?” You asked quickly, concerned about the boy who had left school almost 3 hours ago. Jaemin awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “I figured we can get some ice cream or something like that? But it completely slipped out of my mind that it’s Thursday and you were assigned to clean!”   You couldn’t help but smile. You felt July’s summer heat forming on your cheeks. You had never met a boy this nice in your entire life. None of your ex-flings or even ex-boyfriends waited for you on your assigned cleaning days. “But—”

“I know it’s weird to get ice cream in the middle of October, but the new shop around the corner has really good raspberry and green tea ice cream! I actually tried the green tea one last week.” Jaemin cut you off and quickly defended himself. 

“Yeah i get it! But why were you waiting for me?” You made sure to emphasise the “you”

“Oh—um—to talk about the votings maybe? And why not? It’s not a crime to catch up with a classmate!” He said sounding pretty.. embarrassed. You smiled weakly at him, “Well I am sorry but,” you checked your wrist watch, “It’s almost 6 and I have to do tomorrow’s History assignment, the one Mrs.Lee gave on the Korean War? It’s due tomorrow.” you replied. “Ice cream plans cancelled then.” He said frowning. “Um do you perhaps want me to walk you home?” Jaemin said breaking the 5 second long awkward silence.

You’re glad he initiated the conversation about walking you home. You felt unsafe, since it was cold and already dark outside. “Sure! I was kinda feeling unsafe, it’s almost dark. I have never really stayed at school for so long actually.” You said and started walking down the road. You felt at ease to know that there was someone right beside you, walking. You kept giving Jaemin side glares. This boy was too pretty, almost like an Angel. “My house is here! I can go on my own. Thanks for waking me home.” You looked at him in the eye. 

“Ye—yeah. My house is around the corner too! Good night? Good evening? I don’t know what to say damn!” Jaemin made a quick joke which made you both giggle. “Alright see you tomorrow then!” You said and ran down the road. Jaemin watched your petite figure running and eventually not in sight anymore. He sighed and took the road towards the opposite direction. You wanted to thank Jaemin again. You felt the butterflies in her stomach right after looking at Jaemin’s table, filled with trays of the nasty bibimbap trays the school serves, notebooks, piles of devices; it was just a mess. You walked to your table with the bibimbap tray, the sad looking sunny side egg on top. “Bruh why do you keep looking back there?” Yoorim said and followed your eyes, “Oh- oh— is it Jeno?” She asked with a smirk on her face. “Do you like him?”

“What the fuck? No why would I like” you sighed looking around you to make sure no one’s hearing you and then whispered, “Jeno out of everyone?” “So who is it?” Heejin asked, her mouth stuffed with food. “Ugh it’s Jaemin—he uh walked me home yesterday and I couldn’t really say a thanks properly.” You explained. You looked behind again and saw the boy walking to the library with his Physics books and 2 other notebooks. You walked behind him, leaving your friends confused at your sudden departure and Jaemin was quick enough to notice you, making him stophis fast pace. You felt the heat on your cheeks again when you saw the boy infront of you showing the brightest smile you had ever seen. “Hey?” Jaemin walked towards you. “Are you going to the library?” “Oh—oh-me? I was going to study physics..yeah.” That’s when you realised your anxiety kicked in and had fucked up and a boy has never made you nervous ever in your life. 

“Me too actually! I was going to study the Astrophysics chapter. I am done making the notes, do you wanna check mine out?” Jaemin said while going through his huge pile of notes. 

You nodded and walked to the Physics aisle with Jaemin. You looked at him from the side, long lashes, a sharp nose, pink lips — you soon realised you weren’t being yourself when you are near him. You would lose your confident, independent self when you would be near him. Na Jaemin made you feel the butterflies in your stomach. 

“Found it!” Jaemin looked at her, smiling with the huge book of astrophysics in his hand. “What’s your next class?” He asked you while going through the huge book.

“It’s PE, but I can stay behind and do these, if you’re okay with it.” You said. After hours of studying, and you getting lost in Jaemin’s ethereal beauty, he breaks the silence. “Do you wanna to go to this party? Donghyuck’s house? He said his parents are going to Busan tonight and returning on Monday.” “Sure!”

Donghyuck’s house was packed with all kinds of people going crazy, drinking, some even seen smoking in the corner. When you had entered the house, the smell of alcohol was quick enough to reach your nostrils and make you gag slightly; you were never a heavy drinker like your friends. You put your right hand reflexively on your throat and closed your eyes as you took in the scent that would surround you for the rest of the night. When you opened them again, your friends were already chattering over the loud music.

You and Yoorim were greeted by a slightly drunk, rosy cheeked Donghyuck “Good evening girls! If you wanna drink go to the kitchen, everything’s in there! and do anything you want as long you don’t throw up on this carpet.” He pointed at the black faux fur carpet on the floor. 

Everyone were going crazy. The music was so loud that it made your skin tingle and your lungs felt like mush. The bass thumped in time with your heart beat as though they were one, filling me from head to toe with music. Atleast you liked the song. 

Over the roar of music, a distant, hazy chatter could be heard. You couldn’t make out any words, but a familiar laughter rang in your ears and wouldn’t seem to stop. You looked around and your eyes met with Jaemin’s. “Hey we’re gonna go get something to drink!” Heejin chimed and dragged Yoorim along with her leaving you behind alone. 

You suddenly felt someone’s presence behind you, not daring to looking behind, you waited for the person to make a move. “Y/N!” You felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked behind and saw Jaemin, clad in a grey shirt and skinny jeans. His hair in looked better than it did in school, you thought. “Hey— how are you?” You simply asked with a smile on your face. “I’m great actually, you look hot by the way.” His remarks made your cheeks burn, you knew your cheeks were probably the colour of a tomato by now. “Thanks, I guess”

“Do you wanna have some drinks?” He asked while walking with her to the crowded kitchen. Geez, Donghyuck invited the entire school, you thought after seeing all the familiar faces you had walked pass by. 

“Do you want beer?” Jaemin pointed at the stack of beer cans and different bottles on the kitchen counter. “Yeah beer is fine. I don’t really drink much.” You said whilst Jaemin poured the the beer on the red plastic cup for you. “Damn really?! I heard you got fucking wasted in Hyewon’s party this summer.” Jaemin exclaimed and handed you the red cup. 

“That’s so embarrassing, people still remember it. That was the day I tried vodka for the first time and then I couldn’t stop drinking! I had the worst fucking headache the next morning.” You recalled the memories and took a sip of your beer. 

You can’t remember when you had lost your friends, when you had finished an entire bottle of whiskey and how you ended up dancing with none other than Jaemin. You felt his hands on your waist and your bodies moving in the same pace, you didn’t even realise when you had placed your head on the crook of Jaemin’s neck. This is the closest you have ever been. You were too drunk to even process what was going on at that point. You move your head closer to Jaemin. He stands frozen, from both fear and excitement. You leans in, your forehead rests against his, both your breaths are shaking. “You’re a really good dancer,” you say over the loud music. 

The thing you knew, he had slammed his lips to yours and nearly knocked all wind from your lungs. You hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of your lips and, at her grant of access, delved inside her mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of whiskey being exchanged in the intermingling of their billowing breaths. In an instant you had pulled away and arched up into his broad chest, moaning in the contact of body heat against your own, before you drew back into his lips. You could nearly feel the slight burn of the whiskey as it rolled off your tongue and seeped down your throat with every push of his tongue against yours. 

You quickly pulled away, breathing heavily. You looked back at Jaemin, his lips almost bruised and a smirk plastered on his face. “Let’s continue upstairs ? Donghyuck’s room is fre—he was interrupted with another kiss on his lips. A drunk you replied, “As much as I would love to, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Atleast you were in your right state of mind, while being drunk. “Oh cool, let’s dance then. And you shouldn’t drink anymore by the way.” Jaemin said while you went to grab another bottle of vodka. “Last one! Please!” You made puppy eyes and kissed Jaemin on the cheeks. “No last one, you’re gonna rest in Donghyuck’s room.” Jaemin said and put one of your messy hair strand behind your ear. 

Na Jaemin to you was like the golden champagne bubbles fizzing and crackling in the mouth like fireworks. He’s like the feeling of driving on a hot summer night with the windows down. The fuzzy blankets on the chilliest of nights. You didn’t realise when you started thinking about him 24/7.

And it wasn’t helping when he was a few metres away from you. You couldn’t stop staring at Jaemin. You noticed how he tried his best to keep up with the teacher, moving his hands quickly and copying down the notes. Occasionally looking behind and whispering something to Renjun, how he owns a Ryan pencil case. It had been 3 days since the incident in Donghyuck’s living room. The incident which made you feel rather…weird. 

You still couldn’t be as enthusiastic as your friends merrily talking about halloween which is surprisingly only 15 days away. You stared at the cold fruit salad on your bowl, you can’t eat when your mind is pilled with thousands of different kinds of thoughts. “It’s decided I’m gonna be Sailor Moon!” Yoorim exclaimed and put a mouthful of cabbage salad inside her mouth. “Cool l’m probably gonna show up as a vampire..” Heejin sighed. “What about you?” She added and looked at you. “Me? I don’t know yet to be honest..” you said awkwardly and looked down at the school’s burgundy skirt. “Hey you’re so uninterested, is everything oka—

You immediately got up from your chair and slammed your hands on the table, “my head fucking hurts, please.” The entire cafeteria became silent, everyone’s eyes on you, wondering what had happened.

“Y/N, look i’m sorr—

“No I’m sorry.” You said in a small voice and quickly walked away from the cafeteria. You felt tears brimming down your cheeks as you walked past Jaemin and everyone in that cafeteria.

“Woah. Was she crying?” Renjun took a sip of cola from the can. 

“I’ll see you guys in History.” Jaemin got up and briskly walked towards the exit of the cafeteria. He saw you in the crowded hallway entering the girls washroom. Jaemin sighed and took a sit on the cold surface of the stairs, waiting for you to come out. His mind was clouded with thoughts too, yeah he did like you, but the fear of getting his heart broken was taking over him. Maybe you thought of him as just one of your flings. 

Jaemin soon saw you walking out, your eyes red and puffy, “Y/N! Are you okay?” He asks as he runs to catch up with your pace. You felt the butterflies in your stomach again and started walking in a faster, clutching the straps of your bag tighter, praying that the bell for the History rings at the moment. Jaemin was quick enough to run along beside you, “Stop ignoring me!” he huffed, catching his breath. 

“What do you want?” You asked in a monotoned voice. “Let’s go somewhere quiet first, I’m scared you’re gonna scream at me.” Jaemin joked pulling you by your hands and walking towards the empty staircases. You felt that same way over again when his hands had touched yours, you felt like the feeling of euphoric laughter at 3am. 

“Now tell me what happened.” Jaemin takes a sit beside you on the stairs. “N-nothing serious, it’s time for History anyways, let’s go.” You tried to change the topic. He took a glance of the wrist watch on his wrist, “We still have twenty minutes left for History, stop trying to change the topic and just tell me what happened.”

A muscle twitched involuntarily at the corner of your right eye, your mouth formed a rigid grimace. With arms folded tightly across your chest you tapped your feet on the stairs. There’s no way you’re telling him you’re stressed about a fucking kiss like a thirteen year old. 

“Is it— is it about Donghyuck’s party?” Jaemin slowly asked, his voice suddenly deeper than it was like a few seconds ago. “W-What?” You almost choked on air. 

“Look, we both were intoxicated, I’m sorry if i made you feel uncomfort— You don’t know what happened, you felt like your brain had a short circuit. Jaemin felt your soft lips on his. You kissed him and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breaths mingled. 

Jaemin planned out a small tour to Daegu, a gesture to maybe earn some votes from his fellow classmates. You were not surprised to see how everyone were sneaking bottles of vodkas in. Mr.Kim too busy screaming at Jaemin for being late to notice. 

"Damn it’s dark in here.” Heejin moved the thick velvet curtains out of the way and revealed a scenario of shy woods and hills. “Fuck, I’m so tired I woke up at 5am then ran to the station. and here’s the catch, I slept at 1 because my dumbass decided to pack her shit last minute.” You grumbled against the white pillow. 

“I you to pack on Thursday.” Heejin said, a smirk on her face. “Shut up. I’m gonna sleep you can go and have lunch, and if anyone asks about me, just say I died.” You say and wrap the blanket around yourself comfortably. “Sure ma'am.”

You felt like you were in heaven. The comfortable fuzzy blanket, a soft bouncy spring bed and a soft pillow was everything you needed that moment. But your dreamland was interrupted when you woke up to the obnoxious bell continuously ringing. You felt like stabbing whoever it was, groaning and dragged yourself out of the bed.

“Who is it i’m sleepi—

"Hey.” Jaemin shoves a box of sushi towards her, “I couldn’t bring food from the buffet so I ran to convenience store for the sushi!”

“Thank yo—

"Don’t skip meals!” He ran away inside the elevator even before you could thank him.

Later that evening, you the hills, lost in the rhythmic percussion of hues of green and orange. Your eyes are steady to the horizon, face aglow with the last orange rays before twilight beckons the stars, lips bear the semblance of a smile, just enough to show that you’re enjoying your thoughts, whatever they may be.

Jaemin notices you standing alone, away from everyone screaming and taking photographs for their Instagram feed and Facebook profile pictures. He moves closer so that you feel his presence, yet stays quiet, allowing you to stay lost in the moment a while longer. You pull out your phone from the back of the pocket and start taking pictures of the sunset. You suddenly noticed the reflection of the boy wearing a black hoodie on the phone screen.

“Did you eat?” Jaemin leans down towards the railings of the cliff.

“Yeah. Thanks for it, I’ll pay you back soon.” You say and looks up at the boy standing beside you, observing the sun getting lost into the horizon. You think Jaemin looks the best during sunsets, it’s rays kissing his glowy skin, he looks at peace. Your heart swells looking at him, so you turn your head to face the hues of green and orange instead.

“Did you take any pictures?” He asks and looks at the you who’s too busy observing the view ahead of them. the sound of other noisy students in the background echoing through the hills.

“No, I don’t have any makeup on..” You said in a small voice and started walking towards the crowd of other students a few yards away.

“Y/N you look good! I’ll take some with my phone omg.”

“Did you really just say omg out loud?” You burst into a fit of laughter and walk back again to join the boy who just embarrassed himself. You lean down on the railings and looks back at the boy, “take a picture, but from the back.”

And Jaemin does the most, he squats down on the ground and positions his phone to get a good snap of you standing against the railings with a background of the sun almost setting, the sky almost dark. 

“Yeah I’m done!” Jaemin smiles happily like a child after getting sweets and stands up to proudly show you the pictures he took. “You’re a good photographer!” You giggled and noticed his smile growing even bigger. “Can we take a selfie? We don’t have any pictures together.” Jaemin suggests and looks over at you for approval. “Sure.” You smiled. He stands beside you. You smell like peaches, he thought. Your hair showing hints of brown as it reflects with the sun which is almost on the verge of getting lost into the horizon. Jaemin positions the camera and throws up a peace sign following by you doing the same too.

That evening you found yourself out of the room in the resort garden. Your friend, Heejin, kicked you out of the room to fuck that guy you’ve only seen in the hallways. You walked through the gates, clutching your phone tight. There was a circular lawn with a path around it, central bed of shrubs. Outside of the lawn area were four rose bush beds to fill up the square area. she quietly sits on one of the benches in the dark, away from all the lamp posts surrounding the lawn.

“Why are you here?” Jaemin suddenly plopped down on the bench beside her. “It’s almost 11:30?” he added.

“Why are you even here?” You replied with yet another question.

“Just wanted to walk around a bit.” He runs his hands through his brown dyed hair. “It’s boring because Jeno and everyone else bailed on me to go play monopoly and I can’t play that shit.”

“You really can’t play?” You snorted. 

“Don’t laugh. I’ve been trying since I was 12.” Jaemin facepalmed. “You still didn’t say why you’re here.” 

“Heejin has a dick appointment and she kicked me out.” 

“Do you wanna hang out in my room? It’s really cold out here.” Jaemin offered, standing up and stretching his arms out.

You regret saying yes, you never knew Jaemin could be that talkative. He asked you to join him to go volunteering at a local nursery the next week. From all places in the town, it was the last place you will thought for to meet him. But you didn’t ask for more.

“Can I ask you something?” Jaemin said, his eyes fixed on you now. “About Donghyuck’s party and lunch.” His smile fading away now.

Your cheeks turned red. “O-Oh.” Yes, you would 100% kiss him again but you never thought he’ll bring it up seriously ever again. “I’m sorry about that.” Jaemin turned to look at you with an amused smile. “I’m just gonna be honest and say that I really liked it. Also…” He stood infront of you and took a deep breath. “Can I kiss you again?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly before he could even speak. Making your tongues dance together, Jaemin ran his hands on your back to your hips, unbuttoning your pants. As small moan came from you as you felt his skin against your exposed skin. You kissed him with more passion as he was about to break the kiss to remove your shirt. You did the same, to be sure, nothing will stop you from tasting his lips. “Where first?” He asked catching his breath.

You didn’t reply right away, instead you dragged him close to the bed, hoping that it’s his bed and not Jeno’s. You take off your shorts before kneeling on the ground. At first, Jaemin didn’t get your intentions, but he understood and was about to remove his own trousers. But you stopped him and did the work. It was more sensual this way. You could already see his half erect cock through his underwear. “Come on Y/N, stop teasing me like this.” He groaned as space started to lack down there. You slowly take off what was left and took his cock in your hand. A moan of relief escaped his lips. You started to pump your hand front and back, till it was hard enough to take it in your mouth. Giving a lustful look at Jaemin, you kissed the tip of his cock, giving small lick on it. His cock twitched at the contact of your warm tongue and lips. His groans and whimpers make you craving for more.  

But not yet. After teasing him, you opened your mouth and took him. Relaxing yourself, after a minute you were able to take him all inside. Jaemin tried to stay steady on his legs, till you made your move and he had to stop you to sit on the edge of the bed. “Y/N, you’re amazing!” He panted, his eyes shut. If the 4th floor in the resort was silent at first, it was now filled with Jaemin’s moans. Your body was demanding for more. As you felt him getting close, you ignored the sudden urge to touch yourself. He’ll have this honor. You kept working on sucking him more. Jaemin gently grabbed your head as he came in your mouth. “You’re really something else. What can I do for you?” He said trying to catch his breath. “Fuck me.”

“For sure I can, because my lovely lady, it’s your turn to get some fun.” He smirked. You sat on the bed (still unsure if it’s his or Jeno’s) waiting for him to make his move. He proceed to take off your underwears and play with your nipples first. You bite your lips. Pinching, sucking and biting them. “Jaemin… Please.” You begged him. Always sucking your breast, he ran one of his hand on your body to your wet core. 

A gasp of pleasure escaped your mouth as he rubbed your clit, finally giving what you wanted. A part of you felt relief, put the other was demanding for more and more. Jaemin seemed to understand your craving as he pushed one finger inside. You rested your forehead on his shoulder while he was thrusting and rubbing your wet walls. Heavily breathing, you focused on each of his movements, when he pushed the second fingers. He went back to your mouth for a kiss.

“Does it feel okay?” Jaemin asked softly as he let his finger move in and out of you in a nice pace. A pace that wasn’t too slow or too fast.

You gave him a smirk as you let your hips start to move with his finger’s pace, “It feels great my little rebel,” you muttered out before letting out a moan when one of his fingers that wasn’t inside of her slowly moved up to your clit. Moving around it slowly and making you even more turned on than what you were. “Maybe you’re not as bad as I thought you were,” You added on after your moan died down and locked eyes with him. Seeing the hint of mischief disappearing in his eyes. “What do you mean?”  

You smirked at that before leaning down to kiss him on the lips. His finger that was inside of you slowing down as you let out a tiny whine into the kiss, “Asshole, stop slowing down.” Jaemin stayed silent and he let his other finger move around your clit again, 

your eyes falling shut when that happened because fuck did it feel good. Feeling him slip his fingers out of you completely though you whined again, looking up at Jaemin as he pulled away.

“Don’t call me an asshole yet,” He stated before moving his hand out of your panties. “Want to try something with you right now. Only if you’re okay with it though.” You raised an eyebrow, “Something?” You asked feeling a bit nervous for whatever he had in mind. “When is Jeno coming back?” You suddenly remembered about his roommate again.

“They’re playing monopoly, he isn’t coming back anytime soon.” Jaemin stated “Wanna eat you out now.” Listening to Jaemin, you felt your cheeks, your pussy maybe even getting a bit wetter too as you did your best to keep composed. Not wanting to show just how much you wanted Jaemin to do that. Not wanting to seem so needy over letting Jaemin do whatever he wanted to you. “Do it.” You said, your voice sounding shaky as your body decided to betray you. “For real?” “For real,” You muttered out before leaning up to kiss Jaemin briefly. “Sure?” Jaemin questioned and you hated to admit it sounded hot hearing him ask you that. Mainly because maybe you thought you heard a whine in his voice now. Jaemin grinned at your words, his fingers soon hooking in the waistband of the panties which he pushed down in hurry. Not wasting anytime as he moved himself between your legs once the panties were gone and you chewed on your lip hard. A tiny laugh coming out when Jaemin left a light kiss on your thigh because it tickled, especially when his breath hit that part of the skin.

“You’re ticklish right there?” Jaemin asked as he looked up at you and you blushed even more than what you probably already were. “Didn’t think you were ticklish anywhere.”

“Yeah well I guess I am,” You smiled softly as you looked down at Jaemin. “Now if you don’t shut the fuck up and do whatever you were doing—” His grin came back at that, “Never thought you’d ever give me permission to do what I want to do to you like that,” he muttered softly but before you could respond Jaemin’s mouth had made contact with your pussy, leaving a few light kisses. An action that had rendered you speechless. Leaving you only able to moan out as your eyes fell shut.

The feeling of being kissed down there was new but it wasn’t one you were opposed too and now you wanted more. More than just the light kisses that Jaemin had left.

Your wish soon comes true when you felt Jaemin slowly spread you open, his tongue sliding inside of you and as he began to move his tongue against it. You closed your eyes tighter. Letting yourself feel the new sensations that were happening.

“Fuck,” You muttered out as you felt his tongue on your clit, circling it like he had with his fingers. Though this time it felt ten times better than when he had used his fingers. “Feels so good Jae,” you moaned out as his tongue moved back down.

Opening your eyes, you looked down seeing Jaemin looking up at you through his eyelashes. Like he was watching you intently and maybe he was. Maybe that was his way of figuring out what you liked and what you didn’t but right now there was nothing about this that you disliked. You were liking everything that he was doing with that tongue of his.

“You’re really good at this,” You told him before moving your hand down towards his hair and letting it tangle in his brown locks.

Your words seemed to gave some sort of ego boast to Jaemin because not long after you uttered them, he began to use his tongue more. Soon letting one of his fingers slip inside and you once again shut your eyes, your hand pulling on his hair hard as you felt yourself getting close to an orgasm.

Your body wanting and needing that release. A release that Jaemin was all too eager to give you, obviously reading the signs that you were close because he let his finger move hard and fast inside of you. His tongue moving back to your clit where it mostly stayed.

“Oh god Jae yes,” You groaned out as your body shuddered slightly, toes curling a bit as your orgasm hit. After the orgasm had ended Jaemin slowly slipped his finger out of you, moving up until he was laying beside you. You turning your head to look at him.

“So I take it you liked that?” Jaemin asked though his words came out more like a statement and you were half sure his ego had probably gotten a bit bigger from already knowing just how much you liked it. Rolling your eyes, you only sighed, “I think it was very apparent I did Na Jaemin,” you spoke trying to sound sarcastic. 

“I liked it too,” Jaemin told you as he leaned a bit closer. “Liked the taste of you and the faces you made,” he said his voice getting a bit lower before he leaned in even closer, kissing you on the lips again and of course you kissed him back. Not caring that his mouth had just been on you or that you could taste yourself on him. “So are you gonna fuck me or n—

The obnoxious bell ringing continuously, Jeno and a few other people’s chattering behind the door, it was obvious— you can’t fuck, atleast not now.

You quickly got up, trying to pick up your discarded clothes in different places on the floor and Jeno still ringing the bell. 

"Jaemin, did you die?”

“No! I’m in the washroom!” 

“What the fu—

You opened the door, giving Jeno a small smile and hurriedly ran towards the stairs ignoring the elevator. 

"Why was she here?”

“We were just talking.”

“Is that dried cum on my bed?” 

“No?”

“Jaemin I’m gonna fucking kill you.” 

Jaemin got to learn more about you over the days. He learned about your love for puppies and kittens, how much you hate the ’battery acid’ Jaemin drinks, your love for garland of the most vibrant blooms. He noticed how much you love tea over coffees. He still can’t believe a person could name so many different types of flowers, he has learned a few, chrysanthemum, frangipani and many more he couldn’t even pronounce.

It was one of those nights again; hours and hours long conversations starting from puppies to school to their futures. “I wanna meet you, the last time I saw you was 3 days ago.” Jaemin pouted through your laptop screen.

“Let’s plan something for tomorrow? I’m free so it’s gonna work out.” You leaned back, sitting comfortably against the bed post.

“But I wanna see you right now.” Jaemin whined, resting his hands on his palms.

You stare at the bottom of the screen, “it’s 3:37, impossible.” You chuckled. Immediately decoding the meaning behind Jaemin’s sheepish smile. “You are kidding.”

“Nope. I’ll be there in 15 minutes, wear warm clothes!” Jaemin quickly waves you good bye before you could even open your mouth to complain. There’s no way you’re sneaking out at almost 4am on a Saturday night. You pace back and forth in your room and stare at the  blank screen displaying the FaceTime logo. You hear a faint knock on the balcony door. Immediately knowing who it is you quickly open the door, letting Jaemin in. You felt the adrenaline rush in your blood stream. This isn’t happening.

Jaemin finally catches his breath and sits on the edge of her bed, “Can I have some water? Your balcony’s so high damn. I feel like I climbed up a fucking mountain.” You laugh, walking over to bedside table, grabbing the half empty bottle and handing it to him. “I drank alot of it and I’m too scared to go downstairs so stick to it.”

“Wear a jacket, we are going to the beach. Don’t worry I’ll drop you off before the sun rises.” Jaemin says while fixing his hair infront of the huge mirror. “If I get caught, I’ll make sure you’re grounded along with me too.”

“The way I’m about to risk it all for you” Jaemin snickered. “The fuck?” You hit him on the shoulder. “I’m just kidding!”

You let Jaemin exit first, you still could not believe you were doing something you thought you would never do. A shiver rushed down your spine, thinking about what you were going to do and there is no turning back.

“Be careful!” Jaemin looked up while you tried your best not to fall into the bushes. You felt goosebumps forming on the skin when a light breeze whooshed past you both. The streets empty, a few street dogs here and there, the old lamp posts flickering down the street. You felt at bliss. A feeling you never knew you could feel.

A faint breeze brushed against your sleepy face. All that was warming you up was the blue jacket and Jaemin’s hands around your shoulder. The beach was dimly lit, from the moon which reflected on the waves, creating a beautiful scenary. Jaemin was equally as quiet as you, observing the scenario. He felt your head rest on his shoulder, “Feeling sleepy?” he giggled finally breaking the silence. “No, maybe yes—but its so peaceful in here, so different from how it is during the day.” You spoke.

The sound of waves flowing closer and seeing them crash against the shore made you feeling at ease. Shuffling closer to him, you thanked everything that you were able to spend this moment with him. Perhaps tomorrow you wouldn’t see him. Maybe even the next. 

“I have been coming here every once in a while since I was 14.” Jaemin weakly smiled at the scenery ahead of him. “Just when I’m happy you could say.” “Why?” You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulders. 

“My parents used to fight everyday when I was in middle school, so I used to sneak out and just sit here for hours.” Jaemin said observing the sea. “My dad left without a word when I was 15 and I was kinda happy, not gonna lie.” Jaemin sighs, rubbing the back of your hands. “I’m sorry.” Is what you could say. 

“It’s okay honestly. I’m over it.” he chuckled. “Anyways, the beach is cool at night, right?” He kisses the top of your head.

The eastern sky fills with blends of pink and blue, welcoming a new day. Dawn sent shimmering rays over the placid ocean, bestowing a golden path from the shore to the horizon. “Let’s go home my mom wakes up around 6.” Jaemin stands up brushing the sand away from his trousers. “My mom’s gonna be awake soon too, let’s go.” There goes a night Jaemin will cherish forever.

Everyone in school started crowding the auditorium, running around looking for the best seats like they’re going to catch the last bus of the day. The crowd were hungry for excitement after a days of votings and seeing the nominees do volunteering work in the hallways. They jostled for the best position, cheering and waiting for the winner to be announced. Most of them were rather mostly interested in having no classes the entire day and the band performances afterwards. 

You took a sit on the front row, turned your head sideways and met with Jaemin’s side profile, fixing his tie and past it, all the other people spanning out in your view. she turned back to face front, the stage where the choir team were practicing for the day. “I’m really nervous.” Jaemin said still fixing his tie, you nodded and kept tapping your feet against the floor to the music coming from the stage. “Fucking hell, I can’t tie a tie!” Jaemin muttered leaving the untied tie hang around his neck. He leans back on the chair and lets out an exaggerated groan. “Who even ties your tie every morning?” You finally asked looking over at the boy with the navy blue tie around his neck. “My brother does it, he went to osaka with his girlfriend and some friends on friday and this is why i’m struggling.” “Help me.” Jaemin nudges. “I can’t do that right now. Maybe ask someone else?” You could, you just didn’t want anyone to see you tying his tie. “Fine..” he mutters and gazes around looking for a familiar face to help him out.

A speech boomed over the crowd, strident timbre of the voice, cacophony of applause and cheering, clapping, stamping of feet, palpable excitement buzzed through the charged air, infectious grins, spontaneous outpouring of emotion. Jaemin was still no where to be found. the principal, who’s nicknamed as “the hag” by the students is already on the stage giving long inspirational speeches. You looks back and Yoorim leans forward from the second row, “Where’s Jaemin?” Yoorim observes the auditorium trying to look for the brown haired boy. “I saw him with that junior Chenle like five minutes ago near the lockers. He’s gonna be back.”

“We are going to be announcing the yearly senior school president within a few minutes. we have Y/L/N Y/N, president since the freshman year, Jang Hanbin and Na Jaemin. Please a round of applause for these three who have worked so hard to make this place a better environment for us!” The principal’s voice echoed through the auditorium followed by claps in the charged air. 

Jaemin walks slowly in the dark, making sure he doesn’t trip over all the wires from the mics resting on the ground. He quickly plops down on the chair beside seolmin and mutters a yes. “Where in the hell did you go?” You whisper. “Well I was with the exchange student, the yearbook photographer. What’s his name,” you interrupt him, “Chenle. Zhong Chenle.” Jaemin grins. “Yeah him, he was trying to take my pictures but I made a deal and said that he’s gonna tie my tie and I’ll let him take five pictures of me.” You facepalm. “So you were out there having a photoshoot?” Jaemin nods.

The tension in the air gets worse and worse and you could literally see Jaemin’s legs shaking. You rested your hand on his thighs, “I’m gonna make sure you become the president.” You assured him. “What?” he asks, a face of concern plastered on his face. “Shut up and listen to hag.” You whisper yell.

“It was a really good competition this year! a very fair one. Over the past ten year the results were never this close to each other and I must say, I’m extremely impressed.” Jaemin held your hands under the chairs. You looked at him but his eyes are fixed on the plasma screen which is about to display the results.

“We have Jang Hanbin at the third position with 198 votes, Na Jaemin at second with 202 and Y/L/N Y/N at first with 206. Congratulations!”

The cheers erupt like an auditory volcano. It is all quiet one second and then deafening the next, rising to a crescendo and then falling to a trickle before the same nervous tension commands silence once more in you. Your heart is beating fast, you honestly didn’t expect it when Jaemin hosted an entire trip for them. “Aye, congratulations!” Jaemin grins, showing you the most genuine angelic smile you have ever seen.

“Good morning everyone and our respective teachers. I’m Y/L/N Y/N  from homeroom four. I would like to thank everyone who had voted for me and helped me achieve this honourable title. I’m disheartened to say that as much as I would like to help my peers and teachers in the campus I would like to focus on my studies more. So me, Y/L/N Y/N  is resigning and handing the title over to Na Jaemin. Thank you.”

“What did you do that for?” Jaemin’s concerned figure pressed against the wall, the gold plated badge shinning brightly on his chest pocket. “You wanted to be one and I’ve been a president for like what? 4 years? Isn’t  that enough?” You reasoned.

Music played by the band fills the air without effort, like the waves filling holes in beach sand; the sound rushing in and around every person in the room. some react to the beat, others continue in chatter. “Let’s go the field this loud ass music is hurting my ears.” You pull Jaemin by his arms before he could even reply. “Why are we here again?” Jaemin asks when you brought him to the empty fields. “Don’t know. I don’t like crowds so.” You sit on the stairs and pat on the flat surface beside you, indicating him to sit aswell.

“I’m really happy right now. I never liked being the centre of attention all of the time. I have heard so many rumours about me and some of them don’t even make sense.” You sigh. Jaemn rests his arms around your shoulders and shifts closer, “But you really didn’t have to. I honestly feel so guilty, but I really wanna thank you, so I’ll take you out for some barbecue tonight.”

“No no, you don’t have to.” You shift away from him and look at him dead in the eye. “My mom’s gonna be really happy when she sees this” He ran his fingers over the badge. “You deserve it, more than anyone els—” Jaemin cut you off, “you talk a lot.” he hushed you, before moving his finger, and pressing his hand against your cheek, giving Jaemin more support to push himself towards you, and connect your lips together. The kiss was soft, gentle, slow which only lasted for a few seconds before you shyly pulled away, “We’re in school!” You reminded him.

“Oops.” Jaemin pushed himself to his feet, brushing dirt from his trousers “I’m not feeling like going inside anymore, I’m gonna go home, what about you?” You stood up aswell, “Me too its boring anyways.” You both walk down the hallways past the lockers when you notice the only locker ajar is yours. You slowed down your pace as Jaemin jogged back to keep up with you. “What.” he looked at you. “The fuck is my locker open for? I remember closing it..” you quickly jog to your opened locker. “See if anything’s missing.” Jaemin peeks from the back trying to help you. “Wait— wait there’s a note? Who even writes these nowadays.” You snort. “Ooh girl out here already getting promposals! Read it.” Jaemin jokes and encourages you to read the note written on a page torn from the Physics notebook.

Jaemin leans the lockers behind you trying to take a peek of the note in your hand. “Pretty sure it’s a dumb promposal or some shit like that. I’ll read it later.” You say and proceed to keep it in the back of your school bag. “No please I’m really curious to see who writes a note nowadays.” Jaemin pouts and convinces you to read the note. “You’re so annoying.” You mumble and unfold the piece of paper. “Oh look— it’s not handwritten!” You notice.

“Y/N, im pretty sure your gonna be with jaemin by the time you read it lol anyways i can see you having fun with him. it gets annoying sometimes to see you guys under the bleachers during lunch. great to see a sore loser like jaemin has someone before me. sorry to break your heart but mr na jaemin is playing with you just to get that badge and become relevant. from someone very close to you.”

Your heart shatters into pieces. You read the note again, one more time. Praying that the writings would magically disappear. You didn’t want to believe a random piece of paper left in your locker, but everything did make sense. Jaemin only started talking to you after the nominees were announced. You felt stupid for thinking maybe he was the one.

“What does it say?” Jaemin still tries to peek at the note and his gaze shifts to your face, eyes almost glassy. “What happene—,” Jaemin’s smile long gone and concern plastered on his face. “Don’t. Just go.” You yank his arms away from you. “I’m so gullible, did you know that?” You yell as tears streamed down your rosy cheeks. The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down your face. You felt the muscles of her chin tremble like a small child. Jaemin crumbles the paper in his hand and looks at you. “Look i can ex—” you cut him off, “Don’t just don’t. Go home and don’t talk to me.” You storm off leaving Jaemin and his broken heart behind.

Jaemin drags himself up the stairs to his room without greeting his mom with a cheeky smile like he does every other day. This heartbreak feels cold. Can he even call it a heartbreak? It was his fault after all. He wants to beat himself up for being naive and immature. Jaemin throws the badge and it lands somewhere near his bed. He cried, cried for being exactly like his father, crying for hurting someone. Images of his father flashes back from the back of his mind again as tears rolled down his cheeks. 

On the other hand you feel empty inside. Jaemin was like your happy pill, seeing his smile once a day was enough to make your day 10 times brighter. You’re too ashamed to tell your friends you got played, since they were the one telling you he’s suspicious since day 1. Part of you believed it was fake, his touches, his kisses were always full of love.

The path to forgetting about you seemed far to steep, fate determined failure waiting for Jaemin at the top. He promised himself with puffy red eyes, it’s best to forget about you, you didn’t deserve it. His promised seemed to have vanished the next morning when he saw you sitting on the stairs with your group of friends, the Literature book on your lap, prescribed metal frame glasses which you rarely wore resting on the bridge of the nose.

“Hey man! What’s good.” Donghyuck patted his back and sat beside him on the metal benches of the cafeteria. He grabs the untouched toast from Jaemin’s tray and takes a bite, “You’re not hungry?” he asks. “No.” Jaemin replies with in a monotone voice. Donghyuck notices, “Did anything happen?” He finally looks at him with his bloodshot eyes and dark circles. “Oh damn I think i I know what happen—” jaemin cuts him off, “No you don’t.”

Donghyuck rests his chin of his hands and shifts closer to him, “I don’t understand, what happened?” Jaemin sighs, “She got to know everything.” Donghyuck’s smile finally fades into a frown. “It’s all your stupid idea’s fault.”

“Sorry but you’re the one who asked me for an idea.”  Donghyuck shrugs. “I’m gonna kill you.” Jaemin looked down and played with the disposable spoon. “Tell me something honestly, do you really like her?” Jaemin looks away and starts “I thought it was just a silly crush I had on her. Is it normal to cry over a girl?” He looks at Donghyuck. Donghyuck chuckles, “We have some serious issue here. You like her and you ruined your chance. Everyone in 4th floor knows what you both di—” Donghyuck stops when Jaemin looks at him dead in the eye.

JENO: i need to tell u something JENO: promise me u won’t get mad JENO: and won’t try to break our friendship JAEMIN: what JENO: i sent that note to Y/N JAEMIN: jeno why JENO: i know i fucked up. i liked her even before you did and that’s why i did that. i realised she likes you and there’s no point of it JAEMIN: wait she likes me? JENO: i heard from yoorim JENO: idk if you’re gonna forgive me or not but i just wanted to let you 

Proms always had that melancholic yet beautiful feeling to them. everyone seemed to be so happy, though everyone knew that this happiness would be over soon.

Jaemin stood behind the snack table, date less, trying his best to look interested and amused when in inside he’s concerned about his friends still not showing up. he was stress-eating mini pizza buns when Renjun finally noticed him and approached him.

“What are you doing over here? Y/N looks really good, she did these glittery thing on her eyes, don’t know what they’re called, but you know what i’m talking about right?” Renjun said joyfully. Jaemin swallowed hard at the thought of it. “I’ll be there in a few sec. These mini pizzas taste really good.” “Please atleast go infront of her?” Renjun leaned over and lowered his voice. “She’s right there, please.”

Jaemin’s eyes travelled towards the direction Renjun was pointing at. You wore a navy blue gown made of soft, satiny fabric, long and tight which exposed your perfectly structured collarbones and shoulders.

“See I told you! She looks really good!” Renjun exclaimed and patted Jaemin’s back while he shoved his fifth mini pizza of the night inside his mouth. Jaemin noticed you had dyed your brown, making you look way too good than you did with your black hair. “Did she dye her hair?” Jaemin asked, his voice muffled due to the food in his mouth. “Oh yeah—fucking hell don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Jaemin quickly looked away leaving Renjun confused. “What happene— I’ll murder Donghyuck and Jeno, why are they all coming here?” Jaemin gritted his teeth. “Maybe because you’re standing infront of the snack table? You’re not the only who gets to eat.” Renjun sighed. Donghyuck walked dramatically dancing to the loud obnoxious music playing in the background, almost dropping his phone. “Damn Y/N look, they got your favourites!” Heejin pointed at the chocolate dipped strawberries on the other side of the table.

Your expressionless face immediately turned into a happy smiley face after seeing your favourite sweet treats. Rushing to the other side forgetting about the four inch stilettos you’re wearing. “Y/N, the wires!” Jaemin warned you and you immediately stopped you pace and looked at him in the eyes. “Thanks.” you mumbled.

“Talk to her so that I don’t feel like shit.” Jeno nudged and took a mini sandwich off the plate. “Where did you even come from?” Jaemin flinched. “I was literally here the whole time.” Jeno playfully flicked Jaemin’s forehead.

A sparkle came into Renjun’s eye. “I have an idea. I’ll request the dj to play a slow dance song. Then, you two’ll have to dance together!” Jaemin looked at him dead in the eye, “No.” 

Renjun sighed for the third time in the span of fifteen minutes. “If you don’t go and at least say hi, I’ll actually kill you.” Jaemin ran his fingers through his hair. “Fine I’ll go say hi.”

Jaemin nervously walked through the crowd and the neon lights. Everyone had the same glass with the same non alcoholic drink in them, he assumed it tasted bad and didn’t even think about taking one from the table. “Hi Y/N!” Renjun surprised you from the back. “Oh h-hi jaemin. You look—” you scanned him from the top to bottom. He looked like a main protagonist’s lover of all the 70s romance movies you’ve binge watched with your grandma. Perfectly styled hair, black tuxedo, a black tie, “You look good.”

You were absolutely breathtaking, Jaemin thought. You were able to turn his stomach so that a thousand of butterflies inside him went crazy, to make his heart hurt in this bittersweet way. You put a spell on him he couldn’t escape from. Or maybe he was just overly dramatic.

The lights changed their colour from a dark blue to purple, setting a heavy mood over the scene of peers dancing in their best clothes. a modern song played loudly through the boxes and though Jaemin didn’t know it, he couldn’t help tapping along to the beat with his foot.

“Now that I think about it, prom isn’t that bad.” Jaemin remarked observing his surroundings. “What did you say?” Renjun asked again, the loud music making it impossible for him to hear. “You should really go to Y/N and give her some company.” Jaemin yelled in Renjun’s ears. “What, why?” Renjun yelled back.

The loud upbeat music came to a stop and was soon replaced by a slow ballad. The lights the room became dimmer and everyone in the room started getting scattered, looking for their partners for the dance of the night. The dance maybe some of the will cherish forever.

“Ew look—” Renjun pointed at some couple on the dance floor. Jeno and Jaemin’s eyes followed his direction. “Aren’t you both supposed to dance?” Jaemin asked them both. “Eunji is literally behind you having cream puffs, she isn’t gonna dance.” Jeno gazed over at his date. 

Jaemin looked at Renjun and he immediately looked back at away. “Look I don’t wanna—you’re dancing, don’t ruin the night for Y/N.” He frantically pushed Renjun in the crowd before he could even say anything.

The lights dimmer now, a nice cool shade of blue, which reminds Jaemin of the beaches at midnight. The music soothing to his ears, almost like the ballad songs he listens to in the middle of the night. The couples in the crowd were in each other’s embrace, some of them kissing and hugging, forgetting about the strict restrictions of canoodling.

“Dude I can’t find Y/N.” Renjun came back after squeezing himself through the crowd. “What do you mean, you can’t find her?” Jeno and Jaemin both asked at the same time. “I’m gonna see outside, you guys can check the washrooms or the dessert tables.” 

The small stones scrunched under his feet which lead him behind the ballroom. The stars were shining bright over him. Jaemin was more than glad to immediately find you on your phone.

“Why are you outside?” “It’s too crowded, I can’t breathe.”

Your breath formed little clouds which raised up to the sky. It was refreshing to be outside for a while, until you both eventually start to get cold. The music seemed far away now, like you both were in a different, own little world. “We need to talk.” Jaemin broke the awkward silence. 

“Yeah. You got some explaining to do.” You said almost sounding too sarcastic. “Can we talk inside my jeep. It’s too cold. Atleast I’m wearing a suit, you’re literally wearing a strapless dress.”

You gasped, “Why do you pretend like you care?”

“I—what do you mean?” Jaemin stuttered.

“Cut the act Na Jaemin, you’ve hurt me enough. Stop pretending like you like me, get my hopes high and then I get to know you did everything just to get that silly badge!” You’re now yelling, the broken voice of yours makes Jaemin’s heart ache.

“No listen— I don’t wanna listen okay? Why do you even care if I’m cold or not? We are seeing each other for the last time day after tomorrow, let it be like that. Just stop pretending like you care, please.” You interrupted Jaemin. “Why did you do this, why did you act like you car— shut the fuck up, I care because I’m in love with you! There, I said it.” Jaemin spat and you took a step back, astonished.

“What did you say?” You lowered your voice and looked at him for an answer.

“I said I’m in love with you.” He said looking up at the stars, shining brightly above them like the paintings in museums. “I don’t know how this happened, I never wanted to fall for you to be fucking honest. That day, when you kissed me behind the bleachers, I couldn’t sleep at night. Randomly thought about it everyday for 2 weeks.” Jaemin yelled and you stayed quite looking down at your feet. 

“And the badge thing? I made that up just to not look like loser, you know saying i have a crush on her to your friends is very embarrassing? But guess what at the end of the day I’m the loser.” 

“Look—let me finish.” Jaemin cut you off. “I pretended to like your flower shop talks only because I got to see you smile, pretended like I love waffles just to spend time with you more, and it’s hundred percent okay if you just tell me to fuck off right now. I can’t keep this inside my mind anymore.”

You felt tears forming in your eyes, your vision blurry. You looked at Jaemin who’s leaning his head against the side of his car.

“Jaem— get in the jeep you’re shivering.” Jaemin opened the door of his car and waiting for you to get “I’m sor—you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down to meet your lips, this time the kiss was hungry and needy unlike all the other times you both have kissed. 

He smelled like expensive cologne, you realized. Jaemin gripped your sides tightly causing you to yip, your long gown almost getting in the way. "You’re so beautiful.” Jaemin mumbled against your lips, it made you reconsider all your hatred for him, can you really hate someone as loving as him? You laughed, letting Jaemin move down your neck and place feather light kisses as he went down along your jaw and neck.

Jaemin loosened his grip on your waist, letting his hands skim up your sides before going behind your back, unzipping your gown. You arched your back up ever so slightly to allow him to do what he wished, and he almost instantly took the opportunity and helped you undress in the cramped jeep, the string of the dress cascading to the side and you letting out a slight giggle. If it hadn’t been for all the emotions you went through earlier, you would have been highly self conscious with Jaemin staring at you the way he did, as if you were some Greek goddess.

“You’re really beautiful, I can’t believe this.” Jaemin’s tone was barely above a whisper as he spoke now, his dark dark eyes locked onto your ones to convey the sincerity of his statement.

You almost wanted to say the three words back to him but settled for just biting your lower lip and giving a slight grin, your hands still tangled in his hair giving him a slight tug to get him back to business. Jaemin obliged immediately, though his kisses were no longer to your jaw and neck, his lips and moved further south to your chest, one hand covering one breast while his mouth covered the other. Any words you wanted to say dissipated in an instant, turning into nothing but moans and groans that tumbled from your lips while your back arched upward again, seeking more of his mouth on your and more of his hands skimming over your sensitive skin. 

When he switched sides to give proper attention to your other breast, you took the chance to grab ahold of his shirt, starting to undo the buttons with your fingers just as quickly as you could.

With all the buttons undone, you ran fingers gently over his chest; when you let your fingers skim over his abdomen that was just above the waistline of his black pants, he moaned against your skin, the vibrations from it causing you to let a moan escape yourself.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jaemin asked, the worry etched onto his features.

“I’m sure.” You assured him, hands moving to cup his face again and pulling him in for a long, slow, and tender kiss; one that sent a pool of heat down to your core when he looked at you so hungrily once you both parted again.

He slowly inched your panties down your legs, pressing kisses to your exposed skin every inch of the way until he tossed the panties onto the side. He wanted to take his time with you, even in the cramped jeep of his. You didn’t care about that right in the moment, what you wanted was Jaemin inside of you already, but he still had his damn pants on. You sat up and roughly tugged his pants down, you were tired of waiting.

“Somebody’s impatient.” Jaemin laughed as he tried to maneuver to toss his opened shirt aside and get his pants off all the way. “Yes, we got interrupted the last time.”

You felt a bit bold, and without hesitation you grabbed ahold of his hand and guided it right between your legs. Jaemin didn’t hesitate either, a look of lust lingering in his eyes as he pushed one of his fingers up inside of you, moving it around ever so slowly to test the waters and having you moaning and grinding down against his hand in seconds. You tried to start with a kiss, but when he moved his finger to just the right spot, you bit down on his lip so hard you were scared you would draw blood on him, though Jaemin didn’t seem to mind, perhaps too caught up in everything as well. You slowly pulled away, only leaning back in to place light kisses wherever you could reach until you grabbed ahold of his hand and tried to pull him out of you.

“Something wrong?” Jaemin asked sincerely.

“Yeah, I need you, right now.” Your voice came across far more demanding than you expected, but the way Jaemin looked at you afterwards made it worth it. Jaemin reached his hand into the back seat pocket of the driver’s seat, pulling out a condom and trying to rip it open as quickly as he could.

“You bring a lot of girls back here?” You asked with a slight laugh.

“No, but better safe than sorry.” Jaemin replied, quickly trying to get the condom on, You relishing the way his face shifted when you reached down and assisted.

As soon as your hand pulled away, Jaemin’s hands grabbed your waist again while his lips crashed against yours, guiding you to lay back down on the back seat. He kept your lips locked together as he sank himself slowly inside of her, you letting out loud moans and being incredibly glad that everyone was too busy dancing inside and weren’t heading out anytime soon, getting one hell of a show from them if they walked by in the parking lot. He stayed inside of you for a minute when he’d filled you up, you wiggling impatiently under him and trying to thrust upwards to get him moving.

“You are so impatient.” Jaemin smirked.

“Less talking, more fucking.” You demanded.

Jaemin proceeded to start thrusting in and out, slowly at first, though with each passing moan he elicited from you, he thrusted just a bit quicker. “Jaemin.” You moaned out quietly this time, whispering his name for only you both to hear while he kept himself busy kissing and nipping at the base of your neck, leaving marks that would surely show up tomorrow and show the world that he claimed you the night before.

When his mouth moved back to capture one of your breasts, your cries became louder again, your moans containing his name becoming just mumbles of sound that only egged him on to go faster. You grabbed one of his hands again and guided it right to your core again, this time Jaemin acting without question and letting his thumb sink and rubbing the clit while he kept up his thrusts. You were practically blinded with pleasure now, unsure of how much longer you’d be able to last with him going like this.

“Jaemin!” You screamed out this time, knowing full well if there was anyone nearby they’d be curious about the noise. “Jaemin, please, I can’t.” You panted out, you couldn’t hold yourself together much longer, and a satisfied hum came from Jaemin against your skin sending you right over the edge then and there.

Every muscle in your body was exhausted, you felt like pure jello beneath him now, a constant warm glow of happiness lingering on your skin while a smile was etched permanently onto your face for the rest of the night. You were trying to get your breathing regulated again though you were panting from the experience, your legs no longer able to keep themselves upright and fully parted for him. It took you a moment to realize that Jaemin had stilled within you though he still hadn’t reached his climax. 

You with any other partner would have asked, argued the point when he’d say he was fine; but with Jaemin it was different, you were determined to make sure that you both had a good time. 

You thrust your hips upward with what little energy you had left, Jaemin snapping back into the reality of the situation and going right back to his thrusts, chasing his own pleasure this time. You moaned, not only from your own pleasure because of how overly sensitive you were now was to every twitch of his movement, but because you could tell your sounds got him off, you watched how his face would scrunch up trying to concentrate on his task whenever you moaned.

“Y/N!” Your name came harshly from his lips for the first time since you both got into the jeep, and if you hadn’t already exhausted your peak, you were sure that would have made you cum again. “Fuck, Y/N.”

“You already did that, I’m trying to fuck you right now.” You boldly replied with a sly grin, thrusting your hips up again and getting a deep groan as a reply.

It didn’t take much longer after that for Jaemin to reach his climax, a few more thrusts and a few more of your moans had him finish with loud cries out of his own, slowly giving his final thrusts until he was still inside of you, you pulling him down to lay on you knowing just how much your activities had drained you. The heat between you was nice, you didn’t even care about the layers of sweat between or your bangs clinging to your forehead, all you cared about was listening to Jaemin’s steady breathing and the feel of his hands running down your side. You weren’t sure how long you both just laid there in silence, but you knew eventually you’d have to move, and tell him about how you feel.

“So um, can I say something?” You broke the silence with your question. “I think I love you too.” Jaemin didn’t say anything, only smiled at you and kissed you on the cheeks and giggled, “Hey did you know, I’ve had the biggest crush on you since middle school.”

“You had a weird haircu—

Your trip down the memory lane was interrupted with Donghyuck knocking on the tainted window. You hid behind Jaemin and covered your exposed skin with his blazer. "Glad you both patched up but can you please move your fucking jeep?”

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Mandalorian Rest Stop

Ao3

Din interacts with the Jedi children at Luke’s Jedi Academy.

My Kofi

Din’s ship sat just beyond the lush green gardens of Luke Skywalker’s Jedi Academy. At the hottest part of the day, all the students were inside the domed building working on their mystic arts or whatever. Din bent under the wing of his ship, trying to get at the stubborn panel in need of realignment.

“Dank Farrec,” Din cursed the rivet that refused to budge.

“Dank Farrec,” a small squeaky voice answered. Din straightened up so fast he slammed his helmet on the panel above him. He spun around. A small sticky child stared back at him.

“Dank Farrec,” the child repeated. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing,” Din said quickly. “It’s a bad word. Don’t say it.”

“Dank Farrec,” the child giggled.

“Where is your handler?” Din looked around. The Jedi Academy didn’t keep as close eye on its youngsters as Din’s Covert had, but he was pretty sure all the kids were supposed to be training. Hence why Din was fighting with rusty rivets on his ship instead of spending time with Grogu.

The child plopped down in the dirt and started playing with a leaf like they had no intention of moving any time soon.

Din crouched next to them. “Shouldn’t you be somewhere?”

The kid did not answer. They had dirt smeared over their rosy cheeks and something blue staining their hands. Din made no assumption about age, considering his own child had been alive longer than him. But if he had to guess, he supposed the little one was four or five.

“If I pick you up, will you scream?” Din asked.

The child responded by lifting their arms and making grabby hands.

Din scooped the child into his arms. They immediately stuck their dirty fingers to his chest plate, leaving blue smears behind. The child laughed at their own reflection in the armour.

Din heaved a sigh. “Okay, let’s give you back to the Jedi now.”

“I’m a Jedi,” the child informed Din.

“I’m a Mandalorian,” he answered.

The child nodded, completely sombre.

Din walked into the main learning building of the Jedi Academy. In the common room, Luke had a group of children practicing levitating blocks of wood.

“This one is yours,” Din dropped the child at Luke’s feet. They reached back for Din with sticky, grabby hands.

“There you are, Lana,” Luke smiled. “Did you have fun with the nice Mandalorian?”

Lana looked up into Luke’s face. “Dank Farrec!”

Luke’s expression turned brittle. Din buried his head in his hands.

“I didn’t do it,” Din said into the dark of his gloves. He lifted his head.

Luke bent to speak to Lana. “That’s not a nice phrase, honey. Let’s try something more polite, okay?”

Lana nodded, all sweetness and sugar again.

Din turned to leave. Something whizzed past his face and struck the back of his helmet. Din stumbled, caught off balance. He whipped around, hand on his blaster.

The wooden blocks the kids were lifting dropped, except for the one still circling Din’s head.

All of the kids laughed while a single boy’s eyes widened in fear. The block hit the ground. “I’m sorry,” he stammered. Din remembered his name was Holden.

Luke glanced between Din and Holden.

Din let out a shaky breath. “It’s alright. Don’t do it again.”

Holden nodded so hard Din thought he might hurt himself. Din waved good-bye to Luke and went back to fixing his ship.

Luke invited Din to join Grogu and the other students for an evening meal around a campfire on the lawn. Din declined, until Luke informed him Grogu was throwing a tantrum at not having his father’s attendance.

Din lifted his head to the stars and wondered what he’d done to deserve this. Actually, no, he deserved a lot worse for his actions. He could sit through a meal with some kids.

Din took it back after five minutes around the campfire. He’d rather face a mudhorn again than spend mealtimes around children. They shrieked and screamed every time the fire crackled. They held their cooking sticks over the fire and dropped more into the flames than they managed to eat. Lana somehow got condiments in her hair.

Din picked up Grogu. “Don’t be friends with her, okay? You already have too many bad habits.”

Grogu blinked at him and made bubbles. Prime example.

Din settled Grogu on his lap with a plate of some kind of sausage. He passed bite sized chunks of meat to his kid.

Luke came out of the dark and sat next to Din. “Not so bad, is it?”

Din made a non-committed grunt.

Holden, one of the older students, came bouncing over to Luke. “Will you tell us a campfire story?”

Luke laughed. “You’ve already heard all my stories.”

“Tell us about the Death Star,” a dark-haired kid named Ryan piped up. The other children shouted their dissent or agreement in equal measure.

“What about the Mandalorian?” A voice rose about the rest. “Tell us a story Mando!”

Din stiffened. The kids all quieted, settling to watch him with rapt hope. Even Luke turned to him with expectation.

Din shuffled Grogu in his lap. “I don’t know any campfire stories.”

“You must know some stories,” Luke suggested. “A Mandalorian story?”

“Only the story of the Mythosaur,” Din said. The kids waited in a hush. Din sighed. In a stilted tone he told them the myth of how the first Mandalorians tamed the great creatures and used them to defeat their enemies. He arrived at the end of the tale to complete silence. Din flushed under his helmet.

“I’m not much of a storyteller,” he admitted.

“Tell us another!” Ryan demanded. He waved a cup of blue bantha milk and spilled half of it on the ground. “Tell us a bounty hunting story.”

Din looked to Luke for permission. The Jedi smiled his encouragement.

Din racked his brains. “One time,” he started. “I hunted a man to the edges of the Great Green Swamp.” Din let the tale unfold off his tongue. He outlined the perilous trek through the treacherous marshes, the harrowing escapes from the various wild beasts, and the shootout once Din finally found his man.

He paused there. Din realised telling the children that he’d killed the man probably was not a good idea. The kids all stared at Din. They looked ready to leap out of their seats.

“What happened to him?” Lana’s huge eyes bored into Din’s visor.

Din closed his mouth and swallowed hard. “He lived a very happy life,” Din squeaked. “He did not fall into any swamp pits or drown at all.”

“Right,” Luke clapped his hands together. “Dessert and then bed.”

Din took Grogu back to the ship for the night. In the quiet of their berth, Din removed his helmet. “No more campfires, okay?”

Grogu only snuggled into Din’s neck and let out a snore. Din decided that was a yes.

Din woke to a scuffling noise. His eyes snapped open. Grogu sat up on Dins’ chest, making cooing noises at the door. Din turned his head. The sounds got closer. He reached for his helmet.

The door whooshed open. Din slammed the helmet over his face.

Three tiny faces screamed. Grogu screamed back.

Din jumped out of bed. The kids scrambled backwards. He recognised Holden, Ryan, and the newest student, Trystan.

“Sorry! We didn’t mean to-,” Holden started.

“Is this where Grogu sleeps?” Ryan demanded. Trystan cowered behind Holden’s back.

Din stared at the intruders. He was very aware he was wearing only his flight suit and all his armour and weapons sat stacked across the room. His feet were bare.

“What are you doing here?” He finally managed to ask.

Ryan screwed up his face. “Do you sleep wearing that?” He pointed at Din’s helmet.

“I asked you a question,” Din snapped.

Ryan had enough wherewithal to drop his gaze. He scuffed a boot on the floor. “We wanted to see Grogu.”

Grogu babbled from the bed at the sound of his name. Din put one hand on his tiny head without looking away from the boys.

“How did you get on the ship? I locked the doors.”

Holden and Ryan exchanged a look. “We used the Force.”

Din’s brain became a screen of static. He really hated the Force some days.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he said.

The boys nodded. “I’m sorry,” Holden said again.  

Din sighed. “Does Luke- Master Skywalker know you’re here?”

All three boys shook their heads and wouldn’t look at Din.

“Go tell him what you’ve been up to,” Din pointed towards the ship’s ramp. The boys scampered away.

Din closed the door behind them.

Grogu whined. Din looked down at him. “What are the chances there’s such a thing as Force proof locks?”

 Luke planned an expedition to the top of a mountain as a Jedi exercise. Din approved wholeheartedly that most of the kids had too much energy and needed to run it out. He wished Luke luck.

Luke pressed his lips together. “I was asking if you would come with us. I would appreciate having someone with survival skills around in case we run into trouble.”

Din sighed in the privacy of his helmet. “I am not carrying anyone up a mountain. Least of all you,” he said.

Luke grinned. “Did I ever tell you about my Master Yoda?”

They made it to the top of the mountain with only mild complaining from the Jedi students. For this exercise Luke decided only to bring his oldest students. Tami, Holden, and Jameson trekked after their Master with Din bringing up the rear.

Tami tended to bolt off the path after whatever caught her eye. Jameson was easy to keep track of because of his bright red hair. Holden stayed as far as he could get from Din for the entire trip.

When they reached the peak, Luke decided they all needed to meditate. Each kid went off a little way and chose a spot to sit quietly. Din did a quick perimeter check to stave off the boredom. He came back through the trees and noticed Jameson had chosen to sit at the very edge of the mountain’s sheer drop.

“We’re getting awfully close to the edge here,” Din said as he came up behind Jameson.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Jameson answered.

A rumbled echoed up from the ground. Jameson snapped wide eyes to Din.

The ground buckled under Din’s boots. Din had a split second to act. He snatched up the kid and tossed him hard. Jameson hit solid ground just as the edge of the cliff gave.

Din fell. He tumbled end over end.

He activated his grappling line. The grapple caught on the cliffside. The jolt at the end of the rope nearly pulled Din’s arm from its socket. Din swung hard back towards the rockface. Din slammed into the rock. Something in his shoulder popped. Din couldn’t bite back the shout of pain. Lightning raced from his shoulder to his fingertips. Din ground his teeth past the nauseating pain. He hung suspended by his ruined arm over the thirty-foot drop. Din forced himself to take several deep breaths.

Din reached for the cliffside with his good arm. Every little movement sent another shock of agony through his shoulder. Din managed to cling to the rockface. He scrambled and found a footing. The sheer relief of taking the pressure off his shoulder almost made Din sob.

He looked up. The crumbled edge of the cliff seemed miles away. How on earth he was going to climb up there with only one arm, Din didn’t know.

A sound caught in Din’s ears. He looked down. Luke scrambled at the bottom of the cliff. Din wondered how he got down there so fast without breaking his neck.

Luke waved his arms and shouted. Din couldn’t understand him.

Luke closed his eyes and lifted his hands. Something pulled at Din’s grip on the cliffside. Din panicked and clutched harder. The energy tugged at him gently.

“Don’t!” Din shouted.

Luke either didn’t hear him or ignored him. The Force pried Din from the cliffside. Din flailed in midair. He felt cradled in something firm as beskar, but so obviously insubstantial as a cloud. Din’s heart skipped at the sight of nothing but air between himself and the ground so far below. Slowly, Din descended down to Luke’s level. Luke released Din gently on his feet. Din swayed and almost collapsed.

Luke grabbed Din by his shoulders. Din groaned.

“You’re hurt,” Luke’s eyes widened. “I can help.”

“Don’t,” Din tried to push him away. “I can take care of it-.”

Luke unbuckled Din’s pauldron unfairly fast. Luke eased the shoulder armour off with surprising gentleness. He braced his hands over the dislocated joint.

Din reminded himself to breath.

Luke wrenched the shoulder back into the socket. Din swallowed his shout. The moment the pain passed, relief flooded Din’s veins. The awful strain in his muscles relaxed.

“Thank you,” Din said.

“You saved Jameson’s life,” Luke said quietly.

“You would have done the same,” Din answered.

Luke laughed. “I’d be a bloody streak on the cliffside if I’d tried that.” He surveyed Din with his earnest blue eyes. “The Force moves around you, Din Djarin.”

 Luke insisted Din join the students for dessert after dinner that night. Din arrived in the mess hall holding his injured arm in a sling. Grogu didn’t like it. Din’s heart twisted at the sight of his son trying to wiggle out of Luke’s grasp to heal Din.

Din reached over and pinched Grogu’s ear. “Eat your cake. I’m okay, ad’ika.”

“What does that mean?” Lana’s tiny face popped up next to Din’s knee. “Ad’ika. What does it mean?”

“It’s Mando’a for son or daughter,” Din explained.

Lana huffed in disappointment. Cleary she’d hoped for more swear words. She stomped away.

Luke’s eyes danced in the light from the lamps. “You’re very good with kids, Din.”

“Am not,” Din answered. He pointed to his son dribbling cake frosting on Luke’s cloak. “This one doesn’t listen to anything I say.”

Something crashed into Din’s back. Din twisted, wrenching his shoulder painfully. Stick thin arms wrapped around Din’s chest from behind. Jameson’s teary face came into focus leaning on Din’s armour.

“I’m so glad you’re not dead,” Jameson hiccupped. “When you went over the edge, I thought you died.”

Din carefully reached around to pat Jameson on his bright red hair. “I’m alright. So are you.”

Jameson nodded. He extricated himself from Din and wiped his running nose on his sleeve.

Din didn’t know what else to say. “Do you want some cake?”

He held out the slice Luke had politely put in front of him even knowing he wouldn’t eat it.

Jameson shook his head. He sniffed and then waved and rejoined the group of boys playing a game at the other table.

Din looked over at Luke to ask what on earth had just happened.

Luke gave him a smirk. “The kids like you.”

“I saved his life, he better like me,” Din grumbled half-hearted.

“You’ve become like a weird uncle to half these kids.”

Din blinked behind his visor. “I’m weird? They have magic mind powers!”

#the mandalorian #star wars #din djarin #Luke Skywalker #grogu #baby yoda #sw fanficion #mando #fanfic #jedi #jedi academy #awkward din #hurt din #jedi padawans

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The Son of Grace

Chapter 1

“Your highness you know you need His Majesty’s permission to go out.” his mother’s head maid Pepin grabbed him by the arm as he was about to climb over the balcony. “Because the last time you did so.” Even though she was smaller than the young prince Pepin was still able to toss him onto the red lay bed with a gold trim that sat in front of the marble and pearl-infused fireplace. “Like hell, I care.” Blaque brushed his almost thigh-length gray hair out of his face as he was getting up. “My older brothers get to travel the world.” He rolled his eyes looking at the buttons on his shirt.

“Blaque De’Angelo.” his mother was only a couple inches taller than him but that didn’t stop his nerves as her crystal eyes bore into his own. “Mother?” He quickly stood up and slowly walked towards her, Meri huffed as her son finally was in front of her “I told you I would take you out after my meeting was over.”

“But those noblewomen just complain about small problems.” Pepin tied his ankle-length light gray hair with patches of white while he was putting on his blueish green coat with golden thread lining the opening and cuffs. His mother held tightly onto an off-white handkerchief with a blue jay in the middle that Harriette, an older orphan, gave to her as a birthday present. "Mother are you still going to the orphanage today." She looked at her son as he opened the door for her "Why do you ask that?" The third prince let go of his mother's hand, finding interest in his coat buttons as he blushed so bright it was seen through his chubby brown face. Pepin laughed, opening the carriage door.

"I thought father told the council to fix the roads." Blaque held his mother's side as they hit a bump. "You know those men have not listened to the royal family in over a century." She spoke with disgust and mumbled some profanities as she looked out the window at the people… her people, she felt helpless as the Queen of Asselyna, she couldn't stop the war at the front lines as well as the political one at home. But most of all The Council of the Western Kingdoms she remembers that day all too well… as she was about to tell her son.

"When did he?" She huffed asking the driver to stop the carriage, rushing out without taking his hand the people gathered around her asking for a couple of coins. "I'm so sorry I promise I'll help you later I have to find my son." Meri tried looking for Blaque's gray hair, a little girl toughed on her light red slim spring dress. "He went that way." The little girl pointed to an alley Meri thanked her with a gold coin putting shock in the child's face as she ran down the alley.

It felt like the world was slowed down; he saw him, well just his back, but he could see his short black hair that shone gold in the sunlight. "Stop I order you to stop." Blaque rushed after him, eyes widening as he saw a man on the ground laying in his blood and two girls sitting next to him. "Where is he." He demanded "Your highness." The older one bowed the best she could as her leg was bruised. "If you're looking for the boy that saved me and my sister he jumped to the rooftops." The prince sighed, ripping a piece of his shirt to tie it around her leg since he forgot his handkerchief. 

He groaned climbing up a shop. "Wait!" The boy turned around, but only for a second, the prince was stunned at how dark purple his eyes were. Even though he almost slipped multiple times trying to jump onto the roofs, he didn't know why he was chasing him, he never had done so with anyone else. The boy thought that crazy kid was gone already since he couldn't smell him even though he hasn't got all of his senses back since that time it was still hard to hear or smell, even his breathing was off as he leaned against a wall.

"Finally, found you." Blaque wheezed "Damm you can run." The boy didn't say anything. "Why didn't you stop when I told you to?" He tried to sound threatening. "I am the third prince of Assenlya Blaque Vigil Drach Caymen De'Angelo so you have to listen to me." The boy turned his head showing the red specks in his eyes. "Just because you're a prince doesn't mean much since you don't have anything sort of skill." His voice was deep for a child, but Blaque still scowled trying not to hit him "How dare you!" The boy only took a couple of steps to the prince "You are very arrogant, but you still followed me for some reason." Blaque tried to say something. "Why?"

"It's because I want you to…. be my friend." He whispered the friend part, but the boy could hear it. "Ryan Tasi." Blaque looked confused, "That's my name, Your Highness." He gave him a tight smirk.

#Regency clothing #Blaque De'Angelo #fanasty #Magic #Ryn Tasi #Black Royalty

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We do need more fics/headcannons for our favorite cherub, Bill! Maybe it could involve him figuring out how to ask the reader out? Or going to see a concert with him? Or anything spicy 🌶🥺

When It’s Love

[This may not be exactly what the dear anon had in mind but it’s what I felt inspired to write. Obviously you can request another Bill/Reader if you want something a little bit different!

I was definitely inspired by Pride and Prejudice, Emma, the above picture, Van Halen, and one scene in “10 Things I Hate About You” (Mod Olivia)]

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Study hall was as lively as ever. Cheerleaders sat in the back to expose their peers to the unpleasant smell of nail polish and snapping sounds of gum. Papers rustled as the jocks passed notes back and forth with crude drawings and curse words. Every so often Ms. Ritcher would loudly clear her throat, tipping the edge of her cat-eye glasses and letting her milky eyes glaze over the classroom to make sure no one was speaking or getting up to any mischief. 

Despite these distractions, you found yourself in your own little bubble, eyes rapidly racing back and forth as you read.  

You enjoyed your copy of Pride and Prejudice so often that the edges of the pages had started to fray and the spine was one drop away from crumbling. 

“In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” You mouthed the words, sighing forlornly. Your eyes fluttered shut and you pushed the book against your chest. Your heart seemed to ache, as if you were looking at the words for the first time.

You shook your head and opened the book once more to continue, unaware of the eyes that lingered on your figure.

“We’re still on for Friday, right? I looked at the TV Guide for this week and Eddie Van Halen is scheduled to appear on Letterman. It will be most triumphant!” Ted Logan slyly whispered to Bill, his eyes trained on Ritcher’s figure to make sure he wouldn’t be caught. Bill’s brown orbs didn’t leave your face, particularly interested in the way you were biting your bottom lip.

“Uh, yeah.” Bill whispered, not fully knowing what Ted had just asked.

“What would you think if I grew my hair out like Van Halen? It might help in our conquest to get him on lead guitar.”

“Mm-hmm.” Bill mumbled. 

Ted’s brows furrowed and he let his gaze stray from their teacher to look at Bill directly. He knew if Bill were paying more attention he would have acted more excited.

Much to Ted’s amusement, his friend had once again taken up his recent pastime of staring at you and tuning everyone else out. He decided to press Bill’s buttons, an impish grin forming on his face.

“Actually, I think it would be most foolish to try and copy Van Halen. Perhaps I should shave all my hair off?”

“Sounds good, man.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I mean, who even likes Van Halen? Kind of a has-been, right Bill?”

“Oh yeah.” A glimmer of fondness grew in Bill’s eyes as he watched your brows knit in concentration.

“Y/n’s pretty hot. Do you think she’d say yes if I asked her to prom?”

Bill nodded, ears perking when he heard your name. He mentally repeated what Ted had just asked him, letting the true weight of his friends words hit him. A blush crept up his neck, finally meeting Ted’s gaze.

“Staring at y/n again, hm? You’re lucky she’s always reading or she might think you were a creep.”

“Shut up, Ted.” Bill hissed.

“Keep it down, gentlemen.” Ritcher’s gravelly voice interrupted the quiet atmosphere, causing their conversation to end.

After a few moments, Ted deemed it safe to speak once more. “Bill, we’re about to be the biggest rock stars San Dimas has ever witnessed. Why don’t you talk to her? The fall formal is coming up.” He suggested, nudging Bill’s side eagerly.

“Ted, if you have not been made aware, Y/n is notorious for turning men down. I wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“You never know if you don’t ask!” He encouraged, trying to stay upbeat as Bill frowned. He opened his mouth to argue when the bell interrupted. 

Ted quickly sprang up, giving Bill no time to follow. The taller boy pretended to trip against your desk, causing your thermos to hit the tile loudly. He muttered an apology before turning around, gesturing between you and Bill.

The impact of the thermos caused you to snap out of your reverie, and you were surprised to find people exiting the classroom, heading to their next period. 

“Hey,” A soft voice called to you. You turned to meet the owner, only to be met with your thermos. “I apologize for Ted’s behavior, it was most heinous.” You accepted the bottle, finally looking up to see your classmate, Bill. 

“I didn’t even realize he had knocked it over, it’s alright. Thanks, Bill.” You smiled politely, grabbing your bag and starting to head out the door.

Your smile made Bill’s knees wobble, and now that he had your attention, he was not so eager to lose it. “So, uh, what’s in the thermos?” He asked, trailing behind you. You slowed down, letting him fall into step with you. 

“Oh, this? It’s tea. Green tea with lemon.” Bill blinked in surprise. 

“Are you sick? Granny Preston seems to drink that when she’s under the weather.” He tried not to seem too desperate in continuing the conversation with you.

“No.” You chuckled under your breath. “I just like it. It’s also good for your vocal chords.”

“Most excellent!” His grin did well to cover the panic he felt inside. “So um, I noticed your book. It’s uh- it’s my favorite.” You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped you.

“You like Pride and Prejudice?” Your humorous expression faded as you noticed Bill blushing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just, I don’t think I’ve ever met a guy who’s read Austen novels willingly.”

“That’s where you’re wrong!” Bill lied, heart racing erratically. “I love Austen. He’s one stellar dude, dude.” You shook your head, approaching your next class.

“Austen isn’t a dude, dude.” You tsked. “Jane Austen is the author of Pride and Prejudice, your favorite book, as you claimed.” You gestured to your class. “This is my stop. I’ll uh, see you later Bill.” 

The smile Bill so proudly wore a moment ago faded, replaced with sheer embarrassment. The beginning bell rang, signaling class had started. 

He blew it. The one chance he had to talk to you and he had managed to make an absolute fool of himself. 

His cheeks were still stained red as he strolled into History class, late, much to the annoyance of Mr. Ryan. Ted beamed at him, excitedly leaning forward as Bill sat down.

“Dude! How’d it go?”

“Shut up, Ted.”

-

Bill huffed for the third time in the past twenty minutes, prompting a look from Ted.

It had been an unusually quiet lunch, Ted slightly freaked out that Bill was reading a book that was neither assigned in a class or a textbook. 

After the disastrous conversation that occurred between you and Bill, he had asked his stepmom to drive him to the library, mumbling a lie about an English class assignment to prevent her from asking any questions. He was now in possession of Pride and Prejudice, but the only problem was, he was having a hard time understanding what the hell was going on in the book. 

“What does it say?” Ted asked, hoping he could help but knowing he probably wouldn’t be able to provide a satisfactory answer. 

“The book keeps mentioning this place called ‘Netherfield’, which is confusing since the book takes place in this town called Meryton, I think, so it can’t be another city, can it?” Ted shrugged, slightly embarrassed he could not help his friend. 

Ted surveyed the cafeteria, finding you tucked in the corner reading, as usual. An idea formed in his mind and he stood, making his way over to you.

Bill was too busy trying to re-read the paragraph he had been trying to decipher for an hour to notice Ted’s absence at first, but upon opening his mouth to complain again and not seeing Ted’s friendly presence, he searched frantically for the familiar figure.

“Oh no, Ted you moron!” Bill huffed, cheeks heating as he watched the interaction between you and Ted. You seemed skeptical at first, but soon your eyes found Bill’s, prompting him to turn away once more, praying for Ted to return.

“Can I sit here?” You startled Bill, who jumped at the sound of your voice. He avoided your eyes, clutching his book tightly.

“Are you sure you want to?” You took that as the closest to a yes and plopped beside the blonde. Ted was nowhere to be found.

“Ted told me. He said your dad was a hard-ass and wanted you to get caught up on some summer reading list. You were just trying to ask me to help you interpret the book and I made fun of you, I’m sorry.” Bill looked lost. His dad was certainly not a hard-ass by any means. In fact, he bet that his dad wouldn’t care if he had to repeat high school just as long as he stayed out of him and Missy’s way. Realization seemed to dawn on him. It was merely a ruse Ted had made up to get you to talk to him. 

“Oh um, yeah! My dad is strict, most abominable. He wants me to read this, but I’m having trouble understanding some things.” This entire book, he had wanted to say, but held his tongue. “I noticed you reading it and thought you would be willing to help me.”

“Yeah!” You nodded enthusiastically. “P&P is one of my favorite books of all time. Jane Austen writes so perfectly, I feel as if I’m in the story itself with the way she paints the scenery.” You continued to coo, and Bill felt his nerves start to melt away.

Ted stood at the back of the cafeteria, out of plain sight to watch you and Bill, a smile overtaking his boyish features. 

Bill so owed him a slurpee. 

-

“So, why is it you like Jane Austen so much?” You and Bill had been spending every lunch period together for the past week and had finally decided to meet up after school at a park not too very far away from San Dimas High. 

At first, all your conversations had been about Pride and Prejudice, but as you started to spend more time with the boy, you found yourself oddly entranced by his weirdly polite mannerisms and goofy grin, and thus your conversations ranged from your favorite music, to plans after high school, and whether or not Ms. Richter needed new glasses. 

The California sun seemed to be suiting him well, making his curls seem as if they were crafted from liquid gold itself, but if anyone were to ask, you could very well say you didn’t seem to notice. 

“Well, it’s not just that I enjoy Jane Austen and her works. I love everything about the 18th/19th century.” You put down your copy of Emma to fully meet his stare.

“Pardon me, but I do not believe they had indoor plumbing dating back then.” Bill mischievously grinned and you laughed, playfully rolling your eyes and nudging his elbow softly.

“Okay, okay, almost everything.” You inhaled deeply. “I mean mostly the whole… aesthetic of it all. The gowns, the gloves, the candles, handwritten love letters, wax seals, the ascots, tall hats, the stocking the men wore, the balls- oh! especially those. I mean, we have the stupid formals and all, but I can’t very well wear a gown to those, can I?” 

“The tea?” He offered, admiring the passion you held.

“The tea!” You confirmed. “And back then, true love was so rare, y’know? I mean, Jane and Bingley were in love with each other the minute they met at the ball but they didn’t get married for so long! And take Darcy and Elizabeth, or Knightley and Emma! Their love wasn’t at first sight but it grew and grew until the men couldn’t stand to stay silent about it any longer. Nowadays men consider peak romance to be a night on the beach with a towel and a few beers.” Bill watched as your nose wrinkled in disgust. 

“Every single guy is looking for their Molly Ringwald or just another pretty face. No guy is interested in a “Elizabeth Bennett”. At least, not ones our age.” You sighed. Bill nodded in understanding.

So that’s why you rejected every guy who asked you out. You wanted romance and you deserved it! 

Bill’s heart beat so loudly in his chest he was sure you could hear it through his ribcage, swallowing thickly as he tried to come up with something to say other than, “I think I’m in love with you”. 

“Wouldn’t that be something though, wearing a ballgown to a school dance.” You snickered, too lost in your own amusement to notice Bill’s eyes glazing over, a most excellent plan forming in his head. 

-

Loud, thumping bass and whirling neon lights seemed to overtake your every sense. You were currently standing in the middle of the gymnasium, half your classmates dancing wildly, the other sending you strange looks. 

You had told yourself you weren’t going to the formal, content to rent a few VHS’s from the local Family Video and spend a night by yourself, but that was before you received the letter.

Upon opening your locker the other day, you were surprised to find a white dress of Italian crape over a white satin slip stuffed carefully inside. Silver thread laced the bodice and the bottom of the slip with a silver ribbon tied around the waist to match. 

A slip of paper was pinned to the fabric, reading:

“O fair one.

Join me at the Formal.

I will be waiting.

Love, 

Fitzwilliam Darcy.”

You had no idea who could have sent it and debated about staying home anyway, but your curiosity overtook you. Surely someone who had put the time and effort to notice your interest in the regency era and buy you a dress was worth facing ridicule; however, you were starting to get impatient.

You managed to convince your mother to borrow a pair of her pearls to accompany the dress and spent two hours styling your hair the exact way you wanted to. The only exception to your outfit were the modern silver shoes you wore, but you felt beautiful nonetheless.

You looked around the gymnasium once more, straining your neck to find anyone wearing a suit, or at least a button up, for heaven’s sake, but to no avail. Perhaps it was time to cut your losses and head home. 

You turned towards the entrance, disappointment creeping into every pore when you noticed a man stepping into the gym nervously. 

You first noticed the freshly-polished, ebony shoes, eyes trailing up to the cream stockings that ended just below the knee where matching black knickers began. The man wore a plaid, crimson vest underneath a warm, brown waistcoat. A ruffled, ivory button up and matching cravat were the last ornaments he wore, and you found yourself speechless. 

Your eyes finally met the face of the man who had won you over. This time it was your turn to blush, the rich, familiar eyes taking in your figure as they had done so many times before. 

“Bill…” You whispered, finding yourself at a complete loss for words.

“You can call me William, if you’d like. Just you though.” He smiled, extending his hand. 

“I can’t believe you did all of this… for me… I-”

“You deserve it. Every bit of it. I know your expectations of guys are pretty low and rightfully so. You don’t need to change who you are or what you like to please anyone else but yourself. I think you’re pretty radical the way you are and uh... I’ve liked you, for a while, actually. Ted told you about some summer reading list when the truth was I just wanted to read Pride and Prejudice as a way to talk to you.” Your blush deepened, truly taken aback by the confession. You never believed that anyone would be able to offer you a night like this. 

“So… perhaps that wasn’t as romantic as Darcy’s confession and all but I stand by it. And now I only have one question to ask you: May I have this dance?” His hand was still outstretched towards you. You slid your palm against his without hesitation, letting his arm wrap around your waist.

Of course the tune of “Girls on Film” by Duran Duran wasn’t a slow song by any means, but that didn’t stop the two of you from slowly spinning around the wooden floor. Your eyes couldn’t seem to leave his and you couldn’t feel the ache in your cheeks from your wide smile.

Later on in the night you two were able to jump and headbang to classic hits, because you didn’t expect Bill to change who he was for you either. 

You found yourself extremely fond of each curl of his that bounced from his forehead, the glint of happiness in his eyes, and each smile he sent your way. You were convinced that neither Jane Austen herself or any of the female protagonists she created were ever as happy as you were with Bill that night.

FINIS.

#bill and ted's excellent adventure #bill and teds bogus journey #Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey #bill and ted #bill and ted face the music #Ted Logan #ted theodore logan #ted theodore logan x reader #Keanu Reeves #Alex Winter #bill and ted imagines #bill and ted imagine #bill s preston esquire #bill s preston esquire/reader #bill s preston #bill preston x reader #bill preson imagine #alex winter imagine #alex win imagines #alex winter/reader #alex winter x reader

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13xReader: Inhibitions

Notes: I’ve been writing a lot more “canon” pieces recently (non-readers, posted on my ao3), but it feels nice to go back to my fandom roots, so to speak, and finish off some requests like this one! Each style has its own challenges to work through, and it’s fun to move between them and keep things interesting. I plan to keep writing for both, so no worries to anyone who prefers one over the other. This is, as always, gender-neutral for the reader, and is also border-line a disaster!reader fic, a loose characterization style created by the incredible @lilaccoats​ that I stole bc she loves me 

Summary: The Doctor takes you and the fam to a trendy bar, promising a night of relaxation and fun. Shenanigans ensue when you maybe-not-so-accidentally get a little too inebriated. 

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, drunkenness, hangovers, mentions of vomit, and attempted assault. It’s more an uncomfortable conversation than anything, and nothing graphic happens, but please be warned!

WC: 7500 please don’t look at me like that I just picked at it to unwind as I worked on my zine piece and it got entirely out of hand honk honk goes the clown mobile 

The decision to go to a bar had been Ryan’s. That alone, that the destination had been picked during his turn, ought to have been enough forewarning; it seemed that whenever a trip went sideways, it almost always fell on Ryan’s turn (or the Doctor’s, but you and the others excluded that data — her choices were always catastrophes and not worth including in the risk analysis amongst yourselves).

But faced with the usual question of “where and when to next?”, Ryan had requested a bar, and the Doctor had delivered. You had landed on an asteroid, which according to the Doctor was the location of a top-notch bar, situated along a very popular intergalactic trading route. It was certainly busy, as you all left the TARDIS in an alley and approached the sleek, shiny building; there was a short queue to get in, but people — aliens and humans both — congregated in clumps around it and as you moved through the line and entered the bar, you even looked up and noticed people on the roof.

“So,” Yaz said, propping a hip against the bar counter and taking in the sights. “This is where the great Ryan Sinclair works his magic.” She let her eyes rove around the noisy crowd, and grinned over at Ryan. “You feeling right at home then?”

Ryan shot her a scowl, his hands shoved firmly in his pockets. “Ha ha,” he said. “This is not what I had in mind when I suggested drinks.”

“What?” The Doctor asked, looking around at him. “Really? I thought I did all right.” She put her hands on her hips, surveying the crowded, noisy bar.

“Well I think it’s great Doc,” Graham said, already perusing a menu with interest. She beamed at him.

“Thank you, I try my best,” she said. She had her hands in her coat pockets, something that usually indicated she was being (or feeling) cautious. In this case, you thought she was merely trying to avoid knocking into anyone, or any drinks; the bar (if that’s what it was, it did seem more like a sort of club) was packed with people, and it would be all too easy to hook an elbow or bump a precarious drink.

Yaz and Ryan were still bickering, and although you generally enjoyed wading into those sorts of things, a menu caught your eye and you pulled it closer. You could read it, thanks to the TARDIS’ help, but translation could only go so far.

“Are these all alcoholic?” you wondered aloud, frowning at something listed as a Greyhound.

“Are they even all drinks?” Graham added, and you glanced up with a smile, knowing he was hoping for food.

“I think so,” the Doctor answered, moving over to you. She reached over to pull your menu towards her, and her sleeve brushed against your shoulder. “Hmm,” she said, still standing very close. “Sorry Graham, all liquid.” She didn’t actually sound all that sorry, you noted. Graham obviously noticed it as well, because he gave a theatrical sigh.

“Every drink has an inebriation agent of some sort,” the Doctor continued, scrunching her nose. “Different sorts for different races and species, this is a very diverse bar.”

“Are they all safe for us?” Yaz asked, also crowding your shoulder to look at the menu.

“Y-e-s,” the Doctor said slowly, followed by an “actually no,” and an eye-roll from Yaz. “Well, sort of. Depends on what you mean by safe. Humans are common enough here, but some drinks will still have a stronger or weaker effect than they would for their intended consumer. They’re coded, see?” She flattened her (your) drink menu on the counter and pointed. “This is the symbol for human, with standard colour rankings. Green means intended for you, yellow means it will have less effect, and red more.”

“Get in,” Ryan said, and you knew without having to look that he was perusing the red-coded drinks.

“You don’t want to try a Red,” the Doctor said sternly. “It could have any number of effects.”

“That’s what I’m counting on,” Ryan muttered, and then it was Graham’s turn to bicker with him while you and Yaz  scanned the menu.

“How do you think we order?” you wondered, after deciding to try the Greyhound, which was coded green. Yaz had decided on yellow-coded drink, which cited a lack of alcohol. Its kick came from the flavor combination and carbonation, apparently. Yaz’s particular choice sounded disgusting, and you were very much looking forward to watching her try it.

“Yeah, I don’t see a barkeep,” Graham added, craning over the counter and apparently done with trying to persuade Ryan to make good choices. “Though I suppose you might not be able to pick one out from this mess.” It was true; though you were congregated around a counter, there was no discernible life-form keeping tabs or otherwise running it, and the crushing ebb and flow of the crowd was a confusing riot of clashing voices and species. Over it all thrummed the heavy beat of music, alien but still somehow recognizable as upbeat and catchy. You had the distinct sense that this was a trendy bar, and wondered how the Doctor even knew about it.

“It’s simple,” the Doctor said, and she bent over you to again point at the menu, her arm resting against yours. “You see this bit here? You press it with your finger, then press the box next to the item you want.”

“How’s that work then?” Ryan asked dubiously.

“It’s DNA activated,” the Doctor said calmly, as if that were in any way a normal thing for a drinks menu to be. “We were all scanned when we walked through the doors, didn’t you notice?”

“Did we notice the DNA scanners in an alien bar filled with aliens?” Graham asked. “No, must have slipped my mind Doc, no idea how I missed them. ”

“Well,” the Doctor said loftily, “you were scanned. So order your drink like I said, and it’ll be brought to you.” She bent over her menu, some of her hair brushing against your face. You sat very still, swallowed, then reached for a menu and dragged it towards you (seeing as how your own had been commandeered.)

After some consideration you ordered your Greyhound, and it arrived in an interesting, fluted sort of glass, delivered by a waiter. The drink was a pleasing sanguine colour, complete with a wedge of fruit on the glass rim. The whole effect was quite good, too, which was more than Yaz could say for her yellow-coded drink, which she almost choked on. You didn’t deign to try it after that, but Ryan and the Doctor both made a big show of tasting it and being subsequently horrified. Graham, equable as ever, took the abandoned yellow in hand and sipped it serenely, something the rest of you took in with an impressed sort of horror. The Doctor drifted away shortly after with no drink of her own, which wasn’t too surprising; you rarely saw her ingest anything more than a taste of food or drink before flitting away, like some sort of overgrown and absent-minded hummingbird. Ryan and Graham wandered off too. You lingered at the counter with Yaz for a while, as she ordered a new (and improved) yellow-coded drink. You found your own glass empty, and after some hesitation, shrugged and ordered another Greyhound. It hadn’t been too strong; you simply felt warm, and bright. It was nice. Second drinks in hand, you and Yaz decided to do a circuit, it was dark and loud and you were quickly separated in the swirling crowd. No matter, you thought cheerfully, as you took another sip. You’d catch Yaz up eventually, no doubt. The music was blasting, and you unconsciously matched your footfalls to the beat, feeling it warm and sizzling in your blood along with the drink. You tipped the glass in your mouth at the end of the song, and were surprised to find it empty. “Well that’s rude,” you told the empty glass, which flashed  in your hand in a thoroughly unimpressed manner. You pivoted in the press of bodies around you, trying to find a free table and a menu. You needed replacement drink, seeing as how your current one was clearly faulty. “Must’ve shorted me,” you mumbled to yourself. “Typical. Think I can’t handle my glasses - I mean, hounds. Dogs. Drinks.” You stumbled as you pushed through a group of people, but regained your stride easily enough. You even spotted Ryan in a shadowy corner, chatting with a very lovely alien indeed. She seemed to be trying to entice Ryan to dance; you wished her the best of luck. Ryan was a hilarious dancer. Not bad, but definitely hilarious, and he took some convincing. You reached a table on the edge of the dance floor, and pulled a menu towards yourself. It took you a couple of jabs to correctly order your Greyhound — your finger kept slipping. Or maybe it was the menu, actually. “Faulty drinks, faulty menus,” you complained to the room at large, leaning back against a pillar as you waited. The people swirling around you were difficult to focus on, and you wondered suddenly if the room was tilting — surely the room itself wasn’t faulty! “Have to get the foundations checked,” you informed the alien server who appeared with your drinks. They gave you an odd look and vanished. You reached for your drink, but paused, hand outstretched as you considered the not one but three glasses set before you. Two Greyhounds, and one that was something else, a smaller, opaque glass. The liquid shimmered in a very interesting way indeed, and it was difficult to look away. Well, perhaps they had brought you the extra drinks on the house, in order to make up for all the faults you’d been uncovering left and right. You stumbled as you pondered this, which as far as you were concerned was proof enough of the foundational flaws; you were, after all, standing still, so what other reason would you have to stumble? Unbelievable. You reached for the Greyhound, but your hand paused, then changed course halfway through and grasped the smaller, shimmering cup instead. It was very light in your grip. You tasted it and stumbled again; it had hit your tongue with a wallop, your entire body was fizzing with a bolt of what must be pure electricity, there was no other possible explanation. Everything around you was abruptly brighter, louder, richer. You blinked, fascinated. “Not too many humans can handle their reds,” a voice said next to you, and you set the cup down with a thud, squinting as the alien next to you came slowly into focus. “You usually so squiggly?” you asked him, and he titled his head, dark eyes moving from you to the half-drunk cup, and back again. His smile flashed in the low light, and for a moment it was all you could see, becoming somehow the brightest, sharpest thing in the room. “It’s a curse,” he said, and you nodded sagely, taking another sip. His eyes followed the cup, and his smile sharpened. “Could cut myself on that,” you observed. “Teeth,” you added, when he looked confused. Perhaps he was drunk; it was ridiculous how many people couldn’t hold their liquor! “Want to try?” he asked, and his hand was on your arm. You weren’t sure when it got there. “Excuse me?” you said, loftily, aiming for a bit of the Doctor in your speech. You thought you did quite well, but the alien didn’t look as annoyed as anyone on the receiving end of one of the Doctor’s questions usually did. Rude. “Do I want to try what?” you asked belatedly, and realized that you were being towed towards the dance floor. When had you made that decision? Time seemed to be leaping ahead and then stalling out in great lurches, and everything was fuzzy and dull. You felt the glass taken from your hand, and were vaguely surprised to find that it was empty again. Another faulty glass? Really? You might have to register a complaint. “Not a lot of humans here,” the alien said, and his hands were on your sides, moving you to the music. People pressed all around you, bumping your shoulders and making it difficult to get your bearings. Your shoes squelched on the slightly sticky floor as they moved. You wanted to stop and see if you could get the room to stop spinning so much, but the hands on you kept you in motion. The alien was speaking again, close to your ear so you could hear him over the din. “You come here alone?” he asked, his fingers warm against your side, and tight. You tried to pull back to get a better look at him but he kept you where you were.“No,” you said, blinking as you tried to orient yourself. Your eyes kept sliding in and out of focus. “Came with m’friends.” “And they left you all alone, to drink a red?” he murmured, and his grip tightened. He was pulling you across the dance floor; the light was fading, and you realized all at once, as you moved into a more shadowed section of the room with only the gleaming crescent of his smile visible, that you were actually quite drunk, and didn’t know where any of the others were. “Should - should get back to them,” you tried to articulate, and he laughed, one of his hands sliding lower. “You’re right where you want to be.”  You stiffened, and tried to pull away. “No, I want to find my friends,” you slurred, jerking back. He held your arm, and pulled you into him in a great twirl, and suddenly your back was against a dark, slightly sticky wall. He loomed over you, one hand still vise-like on your arm, the other pressed against the wall by your head. He smiled down at you, except it didn’t really look so much like a smile anymore, but just a lot of very sharp, gleaming teeth. Your face was very cold, and you wished the room would stop spinning enough that you could push him off and find the others. “I could be your friend,” the alien said, his breath fanning across your face, his hand sliding lower again. The hand on the wall touched your hair, curled a lock of it musingly through his fingers. “I just love red-drunk humans, all alone and lost and looking for a friend to help them.” You struggled again in his grip, and this time he let you go. You lurched sideways along the wall, falling against the corner in a heap. You thought you should feel sick, but you only felt annoyed, and cold, and something else, something like confusion that was tipping towards fear. The alien lifted you back up, hands on your arms, then pressed you back against the corner, his weight against you. Annoyance flared and you tried to push him away. “Let go,” you ordered, but he only laughed, touched your face. “You don’t want to be alone right now do you little Red?” he asked. “I’m sure that’s true,” a new voice interrupted. It had a familiar, lilting cadence, but you didn’t recognize the sharpness to it, or the way danger simmered beneath the surface. The alien didn’t glance away from you. “We’re busy,” he said, touching your face again. “Find your own —” but then he was ripped away from you in swirl of grey fabric and flashing eyes. You swayed, then jerked back as hands touched you again, but — “It’s okay,” that voice said, “it’s alright, it’s me,” and you recognized it this time. The Doctor tucked you against her side and you inhaled that familiar scent of tea and vanilla, and it cleared your head a little, enough to let out a shaky breath. “He’s being - rude,” you told the Doctor, your voice muffled as you glared at the alien. “Yes, he is,” she answered. Her voice was still light, and soothing, and you weren’t able to see the way she was looking at him.  He scowled, gaze darting from you to the Doctor and back before making a dismissive sort of hand gesture and melting into the crowd. The Doctor stood very still for a moment, and you all you could hear was the thunder of her hearts. She let out a breath, then turned you. Again you found your back against that wall, only the hands on you were gentle, and cool. The Doctor touched your face as she looked at you, and that was better too. “Are you okay?” she asked, and you wondered at the appearance of that crease in her brow. She looked dangerous, in the half-light, but her hands were still so light. You nodded, and suddenly her grip on you was tight as she kept you from toppling over. “Wouldn’t - leave me alone,” you told her. “Rude.” “You already said that,” she observed, removing one of her hands to fish in a pocket for her sonic. You blinked at her, swaying on your feet as she ran it over you. She read the output and exhaled. “Tell me you didn’t drink a red.” “I didn’t drink a red,” you repeated dutifully, and watched as her entire face scrunched up in exasperation. It was nice.“You’re so pretty,” you informed her. It was important that she knew in that moment how pretty she was, with her face all scrunchy and the flashing lights making a halo of her head. “So pretty. Too pretty.” You stumbled, and again she caught you. “Okay, I think it’s back to the TARDIS with you.” “Says who,” you slurred, even as she steered you away from the wall and towards the exit. “You’re not — you’re not the boss of me.” “I certainly am,” she muttered. “Especially when you’ve gone and had a red, and I explicitly told you it was a bad idea.” Her grip on your arm was firm and cool, and infinitely preferable to the alien’s. The other alien, that was, because obviously she was alien too. So many aliens! “You’re the best alien though,” you mused aloud, and she darted a quick look at you, tongue poking briefly out of her lips. You liked that quite a lot. You wanted her to do it again, in fact, but she had drawn her lips back into a thin line as she watched you. She steered you towards the exit, but the crowd seemed to have doubled in size, and she was forced to shove her way bodily through the dancing, yelling patrons. A much larger person staggered into her and she grunted as she took the blow. “I think I hate bars,” she said, her voice all but inaudible over the din. “That’’s new. Maybe.” Someone else knocked into her, and the force was heavy enough to jar your arms from her grip. She receded from you in a blurry tunnel of light and sound, and then it was just you, pressed between strange bodies on the dance floor while the music thundered through your bones. Huh. Almost everyone was taller than you, and you had no idea which way the exit was, or the Doctor. You didn’t care much about the exit, but it’d be good to find the Doctor; you had felt less…. fuzzy, when her hands had been on your arms, and more like yourself again. And also she was just so pretty. Wandering in a blurry haze of music and voices, you began to wonder if maybe you might locate another drinks menu. You weren’t so sure about another red, but it also didn’t seem like quite as bad of an idea as it had an hour ago. That was interesting. Weaving and stumbling, you tried to push through the press of bodies, and had made a little bit of progress when — — hands, there were hands on you again — You lurched sideways as you tried to bat those hands away, but there was nowhere to go, the wall of people bounced you back, and the lights were flashing and people were shouting and there were hands on you again — “ - alright? Hey?” The hands succeeded at spinning you around, and a person loomed out of the crowd. Two things followed in short order: you recognized Yaz, and you threw out a defensive fist. They didn't happen in the optimal order, however. “Oi!” Yaz cried, dodging your fist and catching it in her own. “It’s me, what the hell?” She was still sliding in and out of focus, but you were aware of the fact that she was quite pretty too. "’M sorry,” you told her, wondering why she was pulling away from you. You hadn’t actually hit her, after all. Had you? “Sorry,” you repeated, swaying.She was peering at you, her hands firm on your arm. Her eyes were very dark, but they reflected the dancing lights all around you and you blinked, fascinated. “Are you okay?” she asked cautiously. “Absolutely corking,” you slurred, proud to remember the phrase you had heard Graham use (and Ryan mock) earlier. You weren’t sure why it made Yaz look so alarmed. “Yaz — oh, good —” The Doctor popped into your view as she squeezed between two dancing aliens who took no notice of her, which was probably good because her expression was quite stormy indeed. She still looked quite pretty. How’d she manage that? It wasn’t fair. “Doctor,” Yaz said, turning, “I think something’s wrong —” “Someone decided that they should have a red,” the Doctor said, grim. “I also had two - three - I had - greens!” you told them both, proud. Yaz’s look of alarm deepened, and it was so comical that you couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up. When that did nothing except make her and the Doctor’s brows both snap into synchronized, angry little v shapes, you only giggled harder. “Right, TARDIS,” the Doctor said ominously. “Yaz, can you find Ryan and Graham and let them know?” Yaz nodded and between one blink and another, she had vanished again. “Just like magic,” you told the Doctor, wondering why your lips were numb. She gave you a swift, searching look, her eyebrows still angry little vs and her tongue still poking between her lips. “Come on,” she said, wrapping a cool hand around your wrist. The contact was steadying, and very nice. She kept you close, clearly not wishing to be separated again as she towed you towards the exit. “Don’t want to go,” you told her abruptly, and you couldn’t hear your voice over the crowd and the music. You didn’t even know why you said it; it wasn’t true, strictly. You still felt like you could fit in another drink or two worth of fun, but you didn’t really care where you went, not if the Doctor was with you. Even if she looked so angry as she glanced back over her shoulder. She had heard you, evidently. She had very good hearing; you and Ryan and Yaz had been working on an experiment to test the limits of it, but hadn’t put it in action yet. Someone bumped into the Doctor hard and she grunted, but her grip on you remained iron-clad and she pulled you closer, actually folding you into her arms to protect you from the jostling crowd.“This is not what I had in mind,” she muttered, her lips very close to your ears as she spoke. It was nice, and extraordinarily distracting. “Do people actually enjoy these places?” “Ryan does apparently,” you said, remembering him chatting up that pretty alien. “This was his idea wasn’t it?” the Doctor mused, moving again and pulling you with her. You were still very close. “I don’t suppose we’ll be letting him choose the next adventure. Ah. That’s better,” she added as she stepped out of the bar and into the night, towing you with her.  A blast of cool, humid air hit you, wrapping around your body and cooling your cheeks. Even though the bar itself had been fairly dark, your eyes still relaxed as the flashing lights fell away.The Doctor let go, and the sobering effect of the night seemed to pull back, a little, as if you’d lost your anchor. The world tilted around you, the stars overhead wheeling and dancing. It made you feel a little bit sick, but it was also beautiful. The Doctor was talking, and you struggled to focus.“Think we parked just over there, yeah, must’ve. Let’s go — where are you going?” The last was delivered with an air of extreme exasperation as she turned in time to witness you bolting away. “I want to be colder,” you told her as you stumbled through the night. You were on pavement (alien pavement, anyways) but in the distance you could see the shadow of what had to be trees (alien trees) and maybe some grass (alien grass). You wanted nothing so much as to lay down on that grass. The Doctor’s protests followed you as you reached the tree and hurled yourself down at the cool earth. Well, not earth. Whatever passed for earth here. What was dirt on an asteroid called? A shadow fell over you, blocking the stars, and you turned your cheek in the grass to look up at the silhouette of the Doctor, hands on her hips, stray hairs blowing in the wind.“You’re sick, you need to get back to the TARDIS,” she said. “You’re sick, you need to get back to the TARDIS,” you replied cheerfully, and even though you couldn’t see her expression very well in the darkness and swirling stars, you could feel the scrunched-up scowl she leveled at you. “Come on,” she said, and her voice was exasperated but her hands were gentle as they lifted you off the ground. Gentle again, as they caught you when you stumbled sideways. “Careful, now. Come on.” “Don’t feel - so good -” you told her, and it was true; the fuzzy, warm glow was fading and the whirling of the stars wasn’t so much aesthetically pleasing as it was now sickening. “I expect not,” the Doctor muttered. “What could have possibly possessed you to drink so much? To drink a red?” “I didn’t mean t’ order it,” you defended yourself. “It was just - just there.” “And you drank it? Something you hadn’t ordered?” the Doctor demanded. “Surely you know not to do that!” “Just trying to have fun,” you mumbled, guilt rising up in you alongside the nausea. “Just wanted —  didn’t mean to — I wasn’t —” “Okay, it’s okay, I know,” the Doctor said, her voice softening. She shifted you against her as she spoke, and you realized she was fumbling for the TARDIS key. The blue box was humming at an almost inaudible frequency, but you could feel it moving through you bones, cooling your blood, steadying you. “Thanks,” you said weakly, patting a hand on the wood as the Doctor steered you through. The interior slights dimmed as you came in,  and it was a soothing balm on your eyes and raw nerves. “She’s spoiling you lot,” the Doctor muttered, but you could hear the fondness threading through her voice. “She likes us,” you thought, or maybe said. The Doctor made a soft sound, not quite a word, and you weren’t sure if she’d heard you. Weren’t sure if you’d spoken. “Okay, try and eat this,” the Doctor said a few moments later. Or maybe hours, you still weren’t entirely sure how time was progressing. Her fingers brushed your lips as she placed a fizzing sort of tablet on your tongue, and you realized all at once that your lips weren’t numb anymore, but blazing with sensation. “Swallow it, it’ll help,” she added. You blinked, looking into her face, so close to yours. There was still that furrow by her eyebrow but she didn’t seem angry, anymore. Not like she had with she’d stared down that rude alien. Her eyes were bright, glittering like the star field outside of the bar. “Too pretty,” you complained, then promptly choked on the tablet you had forgotten on your tongue. “Swallow,” she repeated, placing two fingers on your mouth. Your breath hitched, which did not help the choking one bit. You did, at least, in the midst of the resulting coughing fit, manage to swallow the tablet,  but it burned and your eyes streamed as you blinked at the Doctor. “Good,” she said, placing fingers under your chin. Her touch was somehow both cooling and blazing, comforting and so very distracting. You made an indeterminate sound, and her eyes flicked to yours, a brief touch, before flicking over your face. “That should kick in soon,” she said, dropping her hand. “Is it — gonna cure me,” you asked, and the breathless quality to your voice was due to the lingering affects of drunkenness, surely, and not the Doctor’s touch. She snorted, pushing hair out of her eyes.“It’ll speed up the process, burn the chemicals out of your system faster,” she said. “And it’ll make for a quicker hangover.” She fixed you with an amused look. “Quicker, but not easier. You’re in for a fun night, I think.” You groaned, throwing yourself down on the couch. You regretted it at once, as your head spun and your stomach roiled, but the drama of the moment had dictated.“I didn’t mean to,” you complained, shutting your eyes as the lights spun around you. The spinning didn’t stop, in the darkness behind your eyelids, but it was a little bit better. Maybe. A cool hand brushed your forehead, and that definitely was better. “I know,” she said, and you could hear the gentleness in her voice. “Am I going to die?” you asked, not because you thought that you were — you’d been sick before, though admittedly not from alien alcohol — but it had the right flair of drama to it. It also made the Doctor snort again, and regrettably, her hand slid from your brow. “You’re drunk, not dying,” she said, and her voice was receding as she moved around the room.  “Humans and their substances, honestly.” Something was placed on your brow, cool and damp and soothing. The Doctor tucked the cloth against your head with deft, gentle fingers even as she continued to explain her thoughts on humans and all of their myriad of flaws. “You’ve never been drink — you don’t drunk —” You stumbled over the words, and felt her fingers still, then fall away from the cloth. You opened your eyes and with the room spinning and the dim light and the serious, difficult to read expression on her face, she looked as remote and otherworldly as she actually was for all that she was your friend. “Time Lords are an advanced race, we certainly don’t have the same genetic predispositions towards inebriation or the desire to attempt so,” she said finally, still looking down at you. You grunted, considering her words as they slid in and out of your head.“Didn’t answer the question,” you observed, and were rewarded with a scowl. “Hm,” was all she said, but she was smiling slightly. “Try to rest now, and if you need to be sick —” she kicked something on the floor that gave a hollow thud. “Try to aim in here, yeah?” “I am not going to be sick,” you said firmly, and the Doctor’s smile flashed in the dim light. “I hope not, the pill’s supposed to help with that but,” she shrugged expansively, and even through the spinning room you were able to focus in shocking clarity on the pull of her shirt across her frame she did so, “I don’t really know what combination of ingredients you drank, and how they’ll react to the other things you drank or your own biology. So. Bin.” She nudged it with a boot again. “I’m going to check on the others, and you’re going to stay here. I’ll be right back.” You didn’t want her to go, but you were feeling worse by the moment as the alcohol was burned out of your system and, as far as you could tell, migrated to your head. You could feel each heartbeat rattling in your skull like knives, and your roiling stomach kept speed with it. You moaned something that the Doctor took for agreement. Time passed, although you weren’t in any way able to keep track of it. You suspected it had been a century based on the pounding in your head, but it could have only been a few heartbeats. Either way, you were still alone when you realized that what you really needed was some water. Nobody was around to hear you, but you still complained and groaned and generally made a spectacle as you swung your legs off the couch, sitting upright. Your stomach made a solid pass at leaping out of your throat, but you steadied yourself with a snarl; you were not going to need the bin, you were not going to be sick. And you were right; all thoughts of nausea fled as you pushed yourself to your feet, because your skull might as well have shattered. Your headache pounded so violently that you thought it might be slamming you through the floor; it felt too heavy, too thick, too white-hot with blinding pain. Death was infinitely preferable to this miserable thing called life. “Never — drinking — again —” you vowed, swaying, hoping the floor might just swallow you whole and end your suffering. “A noble sentiment,” the Doctor said from behind you. “But one rarely adhered to, I suspect. What are you doing off the sofa?” She appeared at your side, a steadying hand on your elbow. “You didn’t sick up somewhere did you,” she added with sudden trepidation, looking around your feet apprehensively. “I just wanted something to drink,” you told her, wretched. Your head was still pounding, and even the dimmed lights were still too bright. They stabbed your eyes with sharp, splintering shards of pain. You groaned, and leaned your head instinctively against the Doctor’s shoulder. “I think you’ve had quite enough to drink,” she said, with a touch of asperity, but her hand was gentle as ever as she smoothed hair back from your forehead. “Water,” you clarified, your voice muffled from the folds of her coat. It was soft, and cool, and smelled like home. “Ah,” the Doctor said, steering you back to the couch. She eased you down again. “Stay, I’ll get you some water and a new cloth.” “Where are the others? Are they coming?” you asked miserably as she reappeared, setting a glass of water in your hands. It had a truly spectacular bendy, swirly straw that was almost as long as the glass itself, a vibrant purple and orange that hurt your eyes to look at, but you appreciated the gesture as you lifted it to your mouth with weak hands. “They’ll be here soon, they’re trying to find Ryan,” the Doctor said. The cushions dipped as she settled on the other end of the sofa. “They might have to expand the search,” you said, thinking of that alien he had been speaking with. You groaned as your head gave another spike of pain, and slid down the couch as sitting became too much effort. “Just rest,” the Doctor said. “It’ll pass.” “Promise?” “I promise,” she said, and your eyes were closed, but you could hear the slight smile in her voice. “I am the best alien, after all.” You could definitely hear the smile, now, and something niggled at your memory; you suspected that the Doctor was poking fun at something you had said while in the bar, but the memory was sliding in and out with tremendous spikes of pain and you let it go. You suspected that you had said many unfortunate things, and you could only hope that the Doctor hadn’t heard or remembered most of them. You drifted for a time, after that, surfacing to occasional bursts of pain or nausea or, more welcome, cool hands on your brow as they took your temperature or readjusted the the damp cloth. Clarity — and more importantly, an absence of that all-encompassing pain — arrived abruptly. You sat up gingerly, feeling weak and shaky and not even remotely good, but it was a normal not-good, not I’m going to die and if not I wish it would hurry up about it not-good. “Ah, here we are,” the Doctor said, and you looked over to see her curled up at her end of the couch, a book in her hand.  She closed it and tucked it in the cushion. “Feeling better?” “Yeah,” you said, peeling off the now warm and dry cloth from your head. You looked down at it, then the mercifully empty bin at your feet. Something else rolled in your stomach, almost worse than the earlier nausea: shame, with a side of guilt. “Ah. Sorry, about all that,” you mumbled, darting another look at the Doctor. She was watching you, a slight smile curving her lips, but her eyes were sharp as they flicked over you, still assessing. “Accepted,” she said, scooting over to you and fishing her stethoscope out of her pocket. “Deep breath,” she said, resting it against your chest. “You don’t have anything to apologize for anyways,” she added.  “It’s not your fault you got served a red, or that someone tried to take advantage of you for it.” You had forgotten about that, had forgotten about that other alien and his heavy, unwelcome hands, and his sharp, hungry smile. You shuddered, and the Doctor’s eyes touched your own, a welcome distraction. “I’m okay, you don’t need to waste time on me,” you muttered, but she was pushing a fresh glass of water into your hand. “Drink. And yes I do, or do you not remember bolting up and trying to climb the  TARDIS console?” You goggled at her. “Apparently not,” she said with a wicked grin. “No, don’t apologize again, it’s okay. You got me out of that bar anyways, I really wasn’t vibing with it. ”You had been awash in horror at your actions, but the Doctor’s last words snapped you out of it. “Vibing with it?” you repeated, incredulous.   She shot you a look, tongue poking slightly between her lips.“Yeah, am I using that right? Ryan taught me.”  You were still goggling at her, but the sound of a door opening and a rush of voices distracted you both. “Ah, finally,” the Doctor said, brushing off her legs and standing up. “I wonder what kept them. We’re in here,” she added, pitching her voice to carry to the others and making no effort to define where “here” was; it was obvious to her, and that apparently was to be enough for everyone else. It was very her. Everything she did was very her, you mused. Not just because it was her doing them, but because she did everything with such one-hundred percent commitment, energy, and enthusiasm. You smiled slightly, watching her as she stood with her hands on her hips. She’d taken off her coat at some point, and she looked smaller without it, more wild and fleeting, something ephemeral. She glanced over her shoulder at you and smiled when she met your eyes. That smile was also wild, fleeting and ephemeral, but it grounded her, a little bit, in the here and now. And you, too. “Hello,” Yaz said, stepping into the room. She looked tired, her hair coming out of its braids, her jacket mussed, but it was a happy sort of tired. “Have fun?” The Doctor asked as Yaz threw herself down on the couch next to you. “Yes,” Yaz said, leaning her head back on the cushions. “Not as much fun as some other people, though,” she added, and turned her head to fix you with her dark, glittering eyes. “How are you doing?” “I feel like death,” you told her, and stuck out your tongue when she grinned. “That’s what you two get for going off-book,” she said smugly, wiggling her shoulders deeper into the couch and kicking off her shoes before lifting her legs and curling them up on the couch. “Oi, I didn’t drink a red,” the Doctor said, indignantly. “Not that I would have been affected, if I had. You humans are so — ” “She been going on like this the whole time?” Yaz asked you, and the Doctor gave her a dark look. You giggled, and it only made your head split down the middle a little bit. It was worth it, for the expression on the Doctor’s face. “Definitely,” you confirmed, wincing as you lifted a hand to rub your temples. “This is the thanks I get, for spending my night chasing after red-drunk humans? Mockery and false accusations?” “Not you,” Yaz said, rolling her eyes. “I was talking about — “ “Hellooooooo TARDIS!” “That,” Yaz finished, turning to watch as Ryan crashed into the room, with an aggrieved Graham in his wake. The Doctor groaned, throwing her hands up. “Ryan! Not you too!” “Guilty your honor,” Ryan crooned, spinning a wild circle and narrowly avoiding the couch with his flailing feet. You hastily copied Yaz, drawing your feet up onto the cushions and settling in to watch the show. “I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love! Congratulate me.” “You’re not in love, son, you’re drunk,” Graham said wearily, trying to grab Ryan, but he spun out of reach. And fell over. The room shuddered. You gasped, Yaz clapped a hand over her mouth, Graham cursed. The Doctor closed her eyes. “Ow,” Ryan said, but he was smiling beatifically up at the ceiling. “What happened?” The Doctor asked resignedly, crouching by Ryan and taking his pulse, then pulling out her sonic. He ignored her, still smiling happily up at the ceiling, his toes clicking together as he hummed. He was still firmly in the “fun” stage of the Red inebriation, it seemed. “What do you think, Doc?” Graham answered tiredly, moving to stand by them. “He wanted to impress a pretty girl.” “Did he?” you asked, interestedly. The situation was a lot funnier when it wasn’t happening to you, it turned out. “Well, he chugged a red and challenged some bloke to a dance contest,” Yaz said. She was grinning, and it was the grin of a sober woman witnessing the carnage wreaked by foolish friends. “We almost didn’t get him out of there.” The Doctor stood up, pinching her nose. She came to a decision.“Right. I’ll get him a pill, but I’ve done my babysitting duty for the night. He’s your problem after that.” She stode from the room, and you heard her mutter something about never going to a bar again. Yaz heard her too, and you shared a grin. Ryan, it turned out, had very little interest in taking the hangover-speed-up pill from the Doctor. It also turned out that red-inebriation or no, he could still move very quickly, and it took the combined efforts of Yaz, Graham and the Doctor to get the pill in his mouth. You filmed most of on your phone you'd fumbled quickly out of a pocket, which as far as you were concerned did just as much to help the situation as any of them. The Doctor threw herself down on the sofa next to you with an explosive sigh. “I am never,” she said, tipping back her head, “taking humans to a bar. Ever again.” Ryan moaned from the floor, punctuating the statement with eloquence. Yaz sat down on the Doctor’s other side, then scooted over to make room for Graham who was looking silent and shell-shocked. You found your shoulders rubbing the Doctor’s, and you curled your feet up under you to make more room while leaning your head against her shoulder. You could hear her twin heartbeats, and after a moment she rolled her head so that her chin was resting in your hair.“You’re all on probation,” she said, firmly. You hummed skeptically, and Yaz snorted. Graham was still grimly silent, but you knew he’d come around. Silence, for a moment, interrupted only by Ryan’s increasingly pathetic moans.“Shall I pop in a movie?” Yaz asked finally. “Go on then,” the Doctor said, resigned, but you could hear the smile in her voice. “We’re going to be here for a while.” “‘’m never drinking again,” Ryan groaned from the floor.  He clapped his hands over his ears as you all began to laugh, which did exactly nothing to help. “Humans,” the Doctor said to the TARDIS ceiling, but she was still smiling. “You love us,” Yaz said, standing up and moving to put on a movie. “Yeah,” the Doctor said after a moment, so softly that you thought you might be the only one who heard it. “I do.”

#this isn't exactly an example of uh #good writing #but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless #it WAS fun to write #request #mine #writing #13th doctor x reader #thirteenth doctor x reader #nb reader #back to my regularly scheduled circus performances now

[ladyfeldspar]

By the power vested in me by my RNG, I give you...

6x09: Free Hat (aka the reason I broke the second disc of Season 6)

This is hella long, sorry not sorry.

Some days I think season 6 is my favorite season.

Tweek standing behind the other three at the SP sign will never cease to make me happy. <3

I hate ET because I think he's a creepyass little alien and I don't appreciate seeing him first thing in this episode. 😂

Okay but I love when Kyle's saying, "...to make ET more PC," he's doing little air quotes with his one hand, like:

Stan: "That's gay." Back when saying things like that was only mildly offensive and wouldn't cause riots.

I've never seen Saving Private Ryan, and I know that it's said that it can be really triggering for people who have actually been to war and everything and I don't want to diminish that in any way, but whatever I paused on here looks like some kind of nether realm squid ghost monster and it's amazing.

I love the progression of their expressions here: angry, unimpressed, concerned, and "why is this happening?!"

And they're all so excited for Star Wars, that's the cutest fricking thing! I would love to see Tweek and Craig watching Star Wars together, just try and tell me that wouldn't be adorable!

ALL OF THEM ARE SO MAD! I fucking love when Tweek gets the little angry eyebrows.

I will never ever not want to hug him whenever I see Tweek shiver like crazy while the other kids just stand perfectly still.

The message in this episode is actually so good though. "Movies are art and art shouldn't be messed with!"

"Yeah we could form a club that takes food stamps from poor people and then we could sell them back to the government for a profit!" Tweek’s face here is priceless.

Poor Tweek. There's kind of a pattern in these episodes where multiple times he tries to stand up for himself or walk away from the main kids, but Cartman bullies him into staying and it just breaks my heart. As opposed to Craig in the Pandemics who's just like, "Fuck this." And as much as I adore all of the S6 Tweek episodes, I'm really glad he didn't stay hanging out with them for any longer and that he went back to the group of guys that are actually his friends. <3

"I'm not, I'm not a team player!" 😭 That being said, I could listen to Tweek talk all day.

"You have to offer fabulous prizes if you want people to show up to your stupid crap!" is just the S6 version of, "More people will come if they think we'll have punch and pie!" 😂

Stan: "Tweek, you go make fifty hats." Look, okay, I don't hate Stan, all right, but what the hell dude, go make your own hats! Why would you give the anxious kid a big responsibility like that!? At least have Kyle help him or something. Like you say you need to get the gymnasium ready which means what, make a banner and set up some chairs? And you're telling me you couldn't have split up the making of the hats? Jesus Christ.

(Yeah, okay, I know, chill out, they're 8.)

I posted this on my Tumblr before, so I'm not going to do it again, but that TINY LITTLE SHRIEK THAT TWEEK DOES after his dad says his name. I just. Literally. Die. Of cuteness. Every single time. It's my favorite Tweek shriek of the entire show, hands down.

On another note, his bedroom is so empty in this episode compared to in Tweek x Craig! I wonder what changed between here and then.

Tweek being able to calm himself down with some meditation is honestly so cute. And look at his happy place! I would love to have this on a shirt or a bag or just like as a piece of art hanging on my wall or something.

Cartman's giant face showing up there. 😂 I remember the first time I saw this episode that actually startled me so much.

"I was up, all night, making hats! I only slept for an hour- and then I DREAMT about making hats! But I only made fifteen!" - This has been one of my favorite lines since forever. I make it my status on things a lot and then everyone asks me why I was making hats all night. 😂

I love Stan's expression here.

"I don't have nearly 1000 hats!" "They're gonna kick your ass, Tweek!" 😡😡😡

Look at this shot! It really looks like Stan is the only one remotely concerned about Tweek's well-being here.

We get so much of Tweek yanking on his hair in this episode. </3

How am I less than five minutes into this and I have talked this much?

The townspeople are literally so stupid. Good job, Skeeter.

Stan makes good speeches when he wants to. Although, you know, you shouldn't make promises without fully knowing what you're doing.

Only Tweek would think going on a TV show is terrible news. (Just kidding. I agree with you, Tweek.)

I've never understood the "1-2-3, dibs!! "Knee!" thing. Like I know what dibs is, but where I come from knees were never involved.

Typical Cartman. I feel so bad for Tweek, but I love when he looks down to see "Advocate of Toddler Murder" underneath him. Cartoon logic is the best logic.

There's also a lot of good Tweek shrieks here too.

"It's easy!?" "Yes... It is easy."

"We believe that films have to be taken away from people like Steven Spielberg and George Lucas because they're insane." The way Kyle matter-of-factly delivers this line kills me every time.

They honestly made SS and GL look so creepy. 😂

I like that Cartman's voice kind of cracks when he's like, "That's Steven Spielberg and George Lucas!"

Someone just let Tweek go home, please!

"Uh, we thought we were speaking for the children." "Yeah, we're children."

"I'm not a Jew!" 😂 Thank you, George Lucas.

Okay, full disclosure, when I first saw this I hadn't seen Raiders of the Lost Ark and I didn't get the big deal. 😂 But I do now!!!

"He...killed 23 babies in self-defense?" "Hat was attacked maliciously and unprovoked by a gang of babies in West Town Park. When that many babies get together they can be like pirahna!" 😂 I say this all the time.

Skeeter. 😂 Honestly, you are no help at ALL.

Second time this episode Tweek tries to say no and walk away.

"People aren't that into you, Tweek. They find you kind of annoying." This is so meta because I remember people complaining all the time that Tweek was a one-note character and that he had nothing really to add to the show and I just want to say SUCK IT TO ALL THOSE PEOPLE BECAUSE LOOK HOW LOVED TWEEK IS NOW. Everyone who was on board the Tweek train from the very beginning say, "Cupcakes!" 😂<3

These kids, man. I love that it’s so easy for them to just get into all these places.

"Get it, Tweek!" "Huh-uh!" I love the way Tweek says no. But, I mean, AGAIN, he tries to say no and Cartman bullies him. I don't think he ever really wanted to be in their group in the first place. I think they picked him arbitrarily in Professor Chaos because they saw him as weaker than them, and then Cartman just didn't let him quit.

The little debate about melting his icy heart with a cool island song is also something I quote often. AND THEIR LITTLE OUTFITS! I love that Tweek's is green and pink! I don't know what the hell is going on with the sleeves on everyone else's though.

"Those rams can do to us what they will, Mr. Lucas." 😂

Oh, George Lucas. You were so close to being a hero.

Stan: "Fuck you Steven Spielberg!" I've watched this censored so many times that hearing it uncensored is so fricking satisfying.

RUN TWEEK RUN!!!

The walkie talkies are such a nice touch. 😂

"The one with the cocaine problem escaped, Mein Director."

Mannn, I miss when they used to throw live action "commercials" into the episodes like this. This also is from the time where I was like hella attracted to Trey Parker so seeing his face is always welcome. 😂

"We always meant to have Imperial Walkers and giant Dewback lizards in the background, but simply couldn’t afford it."

Oh my God, I'm always so proud of Tweek for talking to this huge crowd of people and trying to get them to help him! His little talking through his teeth, like, "We are not talking about Hat right now, okay?!" He's trying so hard!

"Oh God, I'm gonna have to do this myself! Oh, God!" just breaks my heart! YOU CAN DO IT, TWEEK! 13 seasons from now you'll have someone who helps you believe in yourself, just hang on!

Tweek with the bazooka, oh my gosh, always makes me so happy. I can't tell you how much I wanted him to just blow them all the fuck up the first time I saw this.

"All I want are my friends. Except for Cartman, you can keep him." YEAH, TWEEK!

I hate that Steven Asshole Spielberg manages to talk enough crap to make Tweek hesitate. He was so close! I wonder how he would have felt if he actually did it though, Maybe it's better he didn't? It might have made his anxiety worse if he actually blew people up now that I think about it.

"In the tropical isles with the coconut trees, the air is fresh and the people are free, but here in the mountains there's no freedom like that, there's a man in prison and his name is Hat!" This gets stuck in my head so often.

It makes it so much better having actually seen Raiders, especially for this part. I honestly thought the melting faces was just a South Park thing but nope.

I also really love what they look like turned away with their eyes closed too. <3

Like what even is going on in this scene. 😂

Oh my God, okay, and I know that Hat is a terrible person and I want to clarify just in case, I do not think killing babies is funny, but just the way that baby crawls up the person's arm to avoid getting passed to Hat is always so so funny to me and I can never explain why.

Tweek being the only one to be appropriately horrified by the fact that Hat is being given a baby.

"Sometimes the things we do don't matter right now. Sometimes they matter later. We have to care more about later sometimes, you know? I think that's what separates us from the Steven Spielbergs and George Lucases of the world." This is still so relevant.

The ending of this episode is also so much better after actually seeing Raiders. 😂

And we close off with a 9/11 joke. Perfection, Matt and Trey, thank you & goodnight.

#south park #free hat #tweek is the best character fucking fight me #thus endeth another nonsense episode rewatch #southpark #sp #south park free hat

[unfortunate-arrow]

Birthday, Part 1: Gift Shopping

[Wendy @drinkyoursoupbitch , Alice @mizutoyama , and Betty @hphmbetty ]

Barnaby frowned. There was nothing in this book shop that made him think of Sara. Okay, that wasn’t actually true, but there was nothing that made him think that it would be the perfect birthday present to give her. Yeah, he’d told her that his sweater could be an early birthday gift, but he still needed to get her something! And it had to be perfect and not too romantic. No one actually knew that they’d been kinda dating. 

He glanced over to the four other members of his group. Betty and Penny were looking through some cookbooks. Alice stood in front of a large table that held some really big books. He wasn’t actually sure where Wendy was, though. The blue haired girl also stood out, and not only because of her hair. She was also tall. 

“I can’t figure out which one,” Alice moaned. 

“Irish! Always Irish. If there’s one about Irish architecture, go for that one,” Wendy called from behind one of the book shelves. 

“Sure. There’s one on medieval Irish architecture.” 

“He’ll think it’s brilliant. He’s already told Flitwick he’s going to be an architect!” 

Barnaby sighed. Conor O’Donnell was one of the most intelligent people he had ever met. Most people didn’t get that immediately, as the Ravenclaw boy had a stutter and often struggled to get his words out. It was their loss. 

“Does anyone want to get anything else at this bookstore?” Penny asked in her no-nonsense tone. 

“No,” comes a few exclamations and Barnaby shook his head, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. 

Barnaby, Wendy, Penny, and Betty stood outside of the bookshop while Alice paid for the big book. Barnaby watched the muggles walk by and thought hard. Maybe a necklace or is that too romantic? It’s Sara. She deserves something special!, he thought, running a hand through his hair. 

“What’s bugging you?” Wendy asked, nudging him in the ribs. 

“Nothing. Just thinking,” he answered. 

“About what?” 

“Just about what to get the O’Donnells for their birthday.” 

“Any O’Donnell in specific?” Wendy raised her eyebrows at him. 

His cheeks flushed and he itched the back of his head. “Uh… no.” 

“Really, not a certain Hufflepuff?” Betty asked, grinning as she joined in the conversation. 

Barnaby swallowed. He knew they were just pulling his leg, but his cheeks still flushed. “Well, I already got the other three something.” He scratched the back of his head, again.

“Okay, so what are you thinking about for Sara, then?” Wendy asked. 

“Maybe a necklace or something. I don’t know.” 

“How about a bracelet? There’s a small shop down the street.” 

“Okay. We could look there.” 

Once Alice had reappeared, carrying the large book in a bag in her arms, the small group made their way to the aforementioned small shop. It was a cute little, touristy type shop, but it was quite interesting as well. Barnaby had never seen a place with quite so many trinkets that had no real purpose but to look pretty. 

“Hey, what about this Barnaby?” Wendy called, pointing to a display. 

Barnaby walked over to the display case. It held braided leather bracelets like the ones that Sara and her siblings would wear. Only these ones didn’t have those little metal plates with the weird symbols that Sara and Conor said were Celtic. 

“Sure. But I also kind of want to get her one of those little creature things,” he said, picking up a bracelet that was woven light blue and green leather. It was pretty and reminded Barnaby of Sara’s eyes. 

He walked over to the small shelf of little ceramic animals. He gently picked up a small panda. It was adorable, even if Barnaby didn’t recognize what it was. 

“Uh, Penny, could you pay for these for me?” he asked, holding up the bracelet and panda.

“Sure,” Penny agreed. 

~

Penny sighed. They’d just exited a craft store where Betty had picked up an empty scrapbook. They had all almost gotten gifts for all four O’Donnells. Penny knew that she was the only one still trying to figure out what to get someone. Well, Ryan. She’d already gotten a few small things for Cara, Sara, and Conor, but for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what to get Ryan. 

“So, does anyone else still need to get something?” Alice asked. 

“I do. I need something for Ryan,” Penny said, raising her hand. 

“So, have you two started dating?” Betty asked with a smirk. 

“No. Ryan’s a friend.” Penny could feel heat rising in her cheeks. 

“Really?” 

“Yes. Okay, yes, he’s cute and funny and sweet, but we’re not dating!” 

“You went to the Celestial Ball together and he was your Valentine!” 

“We’re not dating, though!” 

“Do you want to?” Wendy asked. 

“I don’t know! Okay?” 

“Alright. So, Ryan likes muggle sports, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, quidditch…” 

“Wait. I remember him talking about football and rugby a few times. There’s a sports store nearby. We could look there to see if there’s a shirt or something I could get him.” 

The group of five, each member laden with at least two bags, made their way down the street, towards the sports store. The bell on the door rang as the group entered and a salesman hurried towards them. 

“What can I do for you?” he asked. 

“I’m looking for something to get a friend for his birthday,” Penny answered. 

“What does he enjoy?” 

“He likes football and rugby.” 

“We have a large collection of football jerseys. Do you know what team he supports?” 

Penny frowned and quickly turned to the others in the group. “What team does he like?” 

“I think I’ve heard Conor mention the Finn Harps or something,” Wendy offered. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. We don’t carry teams outside of the Premier League,” the man said. 

“Oh. Do you have an Ireland national team jersey?” Penny asked.

“No, I’m quite sorry. We do not. We do have rugby shirts and jerseys, if you’re interested in that.” 

“Sure. Do you have any red and yellow striped ones?” 

“Yes, we do. Right this way.” 

The man led the group to the back of the store where rugby shirts hung on the walls. Penny quickly found one she liked and held it up to her friends. 

“What do you think? Can you see Ryan in it?” she asked.

“Wait. I’ve seen Conor wearing these a lot,” Wendy said. 

“Yeah, and then Andre complains about it. Says they’re not stylish enough,” Alice agreed. 

“I could see Ryan wearing it. He and Conor dress fairly similar,” Barnaby said. 

“Yeah. Nice call on the Gryffindor colors,” Betty said smirking. 

“It’s not too expensive, either. I’ll be back in a moment. I’m going to go pay,” Penny said. 

#sorry if your mc is out of character #hphm #hogwarts mystery #penny haywood #barnaby lee #wendy gordon #alice beaumont #betty summers #o'donnell quadruplets #implied sara x barnaby #implied ryan x penny #hphm birthday party #publishing it so i have motivation to finish the other parts #my writing

[crimsonbluemoon]

40 Ohmtoonz UwU

I think this is the longest drabble yet. >.> uggggh. 

Number: 40Prompt: reunion kisses; searching and searching for each other and finally finding one another, throwing themselves into a passionate kiss and mumbling promises against each others lipsPairing: Ohmtoonz

There’s a custom that everyone in town knows. 

People from outside don’t, and would probably find it a little weird when hearing that every adult without a partner participates. The ribbons that are wrapped around their wrists are able to be bought in any grocery or convenience store in town. Blue for men, pink for women, or green for both, depending on the person’s love preference, with the owner’s name written on the edges. They’re worn like badges the week before the event, tied pretty in bows and loose enough to be snagged with the smallest of tugs. Everyone is meant to see them, to let possible suitors know what they’re looking for. But nobody is allowed to touch them before the first night of summer. It happens every year, in the town’s central park, right at the setting of the sun.  

And for the first twenty-three years of his life, Luke thought the tradition was stupid. He knew it was how his parents found love, and his parents before them, but he didn’t understand the appeal. Why did they wait to court the person they liked for one particular day? What was so special about it? What if someone else took their lover’s ribbon before them? He didn’t see the meaning, and ignored the tradition for years after he turned eighteen. If he liked someone, he just asked, because he didn’t care. In fact, he avoided asking anyone he was interested in to go out near the holiday just in spite. 

He’d go to the event (because it was considered dishonorable not to), but never rushed into the park like the others. He kept his wrist, adorned with a pink satin ribbon, tucked in his jeans pocket, watching the townsfolk act like idiots. He never felt robbed when a friend handed their ribbon over, always rolled his eyes at how the younger adults looked so excited to finally be able to join the romantic event of the year. Luke was fine staying on the sidelines, watching love bloom for everyone but him. 

But that was before Ryan, the town’s new librarian, came into town six months ago. Ryan, the sweet man who had helped Luke find the house blueprints he needed to finish remodeling the old Victorian home. The same Ryan that came to his house to cook for him three times a night, despite Luke never asking (but the southern flavors in his chicken were too good to turn down). He was the only person Luke texted in the morning, and most nights ended up on the phone with him. His mouth was the first one on a guy that Luke had stared at a little too long to be friendly. And Ryan was the only reason that this year, after seeing the pretty blue color Ryan had picked for his own, that Luke’s ribbon was green instead of pink. Because if there was a chance…

“You’re going to ask for his ribbon, right?” Jonathan looked excited for his friend, or maybe the event itself. Luke didn’t get why his best friend always got to hopeful at these things; he’d never gotten his ribbon accepted. But with Ryan came Evan, a music teacher who once lived in town (between Luke and Jonathan’s houses) before his parent’s divorce made him move away. Evan had always been the ‘one that got away’ for Jonathan. The roommates were on the opposite side of the park, Evan laughing about something while tightening the blue ribbon around Ryan’s wrist. Luke’s eyes lingered on it for a moment before glancing back to Jonathan’s hopeful gaze. 

“This whole tradition is stupid.” 

“But you’re still gonna find him. You have to! I-if you don’t get to him first- I heard guys were-they were gonna ask him!” 

“And if he gives them his ribbon, then he obviously likes them.” he reached forward and ruffled his friend’s hair, grinning at the noise of disapproval. “I’ll be fine. You just focus on getting Evan’s ribbon. He’s got a green one, which means guys and girls are gonna try to ask him.”

“What?! No way…” The dejection in Jonathan’s face made Luke sigh and shake his head. 

“You’ll be okay, dumbass. Stop thinking so hard.” This was why he hated the tradition; it was too easy for someone’s heart to get broken. Again, he wondered why people looked forward to the stupid- 

“Oh, they’re about to start.” Sure enough, Luke caught sight of the mayor raising his arm, the smoke gun pointed to the sky. There was a tension in the air as all eyes glanced to the final rays of sunlight, which fought valiantly to stay over the horizon. But night had the upper hand. With a final smothering of darkness, the gun shot off into the sky. 

And the park flew into chaos. Luke saw Jonathan jump into the fray quickly, just as he always did. With how many times his heart had been given back to him broken and ribbonless, it was amazing to see how resilient he was. At first, Luke didn’t move, leaning on the same tree he always did to watch the commotion. He saw younger couples he knew were bound to match up finding each other in seconds. Brian barely had to take two steps to offer his ribbon to his best friend, Brock, who he’d come with to the event. Mini practically strangled Tyler with his after jumping on his back and sending them both tumbling to the grass. Marcel rejected a woman’s offer the same time that Scotty declined her sister, and Luke knew their ribbons would be switched by the end of the event. He couldn’t find Jonathan in the fray, but there was no sign of Evan either. Maybe they had found each other already? 

Another slow glance around the park made him realize something else; he couldn’t see Ryan. A weird uptick in his heartbeat pressed painfully to his chest while he scanned the crowd, but there was no sign of him anywhere. But people only left the event when their ribbon was rejected by the person they liked or…or…

His back slowly pushed off the tree, hands out of his pockets when entering the fray. People bumped into him in all directions, laughs and gasps of joy making it impossible to call out for his friend. He avoided a couple kissing in order to move to another part of the park, wondering why his anxiety was rising with each step he took. He didn’t care about the tradition; he’d never actually thought of asking someone out. It was stupid and old fashion and just so sappy-

“Fuck.” He stopped for a moment, eyes wide when watching the pink flush spread over Ryan’s face. But it wasn’t at him; it was at the handsome baker standing in front of him, two fingers hooked in Ryan’s ribbon. They were standing close, like two lovers would, pretty hazel eyes focused on the slow way the bow in the ribbon started to be pulled apart. It wasn’t sappy or stupid at all; it was romantic. Just how a guy as sweet as Ryan would want to be wooed. Just like Luke wanted to woo him. Luke was so stupid. He was an idiot for not realizing that he should have just asked for the blue ribbon-

“I’m sorry.” Ryan’s voice cut off Luke’s misery. He blinked when the librarian stepped back and pulled his wrist away from the touch to rest it over his heart. “You caught me off guard when you asked. So I’m sorry but I, um, I can’t. There’s someone else I want to give my ribbon to.” 

Luke was stunned into silence as the man apologized and walked away, leaving Ryan alone in the crowd. But it only took him a moment to get his brain back online.

“Ryan?” The way Ryan’s head jerked up at Luke’s call of his name made his heart swell, seeing the moment of excitement flash across Ryan’s face. 

“Luke? You said you…and the tree-” Luke knew what Ryan was asking, but as soon as his friend got close enough to touch, he didn’t care. He yanked Ryan into his chest, hand clasped tight over the blue satin to make sure that nobody else could touch it again. Luke didn’t waste time with words, leaning down to kiss his answer into Ryan’s mouth. The lips that parted against his in shock only stayed still for a moment, but then Ryan was moving, crowding closer to Luke to deepen the kiss they shared. The energy between them was electric, rushing through Luke’s blood and making sure to burn away every doubt of having this man anywhere but in his arms. 

“Sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry for waiting to-” Luke couldn’t finish his sentence without kissing the sweet lips again, needing to feel Ryan shiver against him. 

“I don’t mind waiting for you,” Ryan confessed quietly, the promise of his words clear in his tone. The devotion the soft-hearted man had for Luke was too much, and he pressed another warm kiss against bruised lips. The ribbon under his palm wrinkled from how long he held Ryan captive in the night air, letting the romantic feel sweep over them in a quiet haze. 

Later, while watching Jonathan fumble to tie his ribbon around Evan’s slender wrist, Luke wouldn’t complain about the stupidity of the tradition or it’s old-fashion courting style. Instead, he’d link his fingers between Ryan’s and admire the green satin bow sitting perfectly against the paler skin.

#alfa-angel #Ohmtoonz #Ohmwrecker #Cartoonz #Sultry boys #<3 #Crimson drabblez

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Happy 28th everyone! I hope everything is doing well during this crazy time! Remember to take care of yourself and be kind to everyone.

Please leave a comment/kudos on these fics! (All of these fics are under 10k as of today)

And I’d Marry You Harry (Because You Forced Me), 24k, by @2tiedships2​

Louis had blindly followed Harry back to his office, closing the door behind him.

“I’m slightly confused,” Louis said. “Actually I’m very confused.”

“About what?”

“What just happened upstairs? Did you forget that you told your boss that we were engaged? Because the last time I checked we are very much not engaged. At all. No offense, but we never will be.”

“It’s really not that complicated,” Harry explained. “We get married and in a year or so we can file for divorce. No big deal. It’s not like you can’t wait a little while to find someone else anyway.”

Louis was going to pay a bus driver to accidentally run into Harry. A concussion would be fine. Obviously a couple broken limbs. That’s something that’s not complicated.

Or The Proposal AU featuring Harry as Sandra Bullock, Louis as Ryan Reynolds, and all the fun a fake relationship and forced engagement can bring.

But When We Kiss..., 8k, by @indiaalphawhiskey​

Louis only nodded, still smiling. “Right, okay. As much fun as this has been, I really doubt the lovely heated seating of my car will dull our banter. Or...” he dragged out the ‘r’, eyes mischievous. “Are you really going to let a…” he assessed Harry. “Twenty? Twenty year gap,” he confirmed. “Be the reason you get hypothermia? Is that really the hill you want to freeze on, Mr. Principled?”

–– Or, while Harry and Louis adore the chase, they find they adore each other much, much more.

don’t know if i could ever go without, 14k, by @lovehl​

“We’ve come up with a solid solution. You’re not going to like it.”

“What is it?” Louis narrows his eyes suspiciously, glancing at a visibly enthusiastic Liam.

“What if you pretended to be an Alpha?” Zayn suggests.

just a little dance, 1k, by @suspendrs​

“Keep your head up, love,” he says, pulling away and grabbing Harry’s hands. “Dance with me.”

“I don’t want to dance,” Harry pouts, but he lets Louis pull him into the center of the dark kitchen, anyway.

“Just a little dance,” Louis says, tugging Harry’s hands until he’s flush against his front.

Or, a tiny drabble based on the cutest lyric from perfect now

Adore You, 23k, by @2ofusmp4​ 

When they’d first come into this lifestyle, the being in their roles in their day to day lives, Louis had struggled with it. He’d found it hard to distinguish between what Harry was doing because he thought he had to, with Louis as his dominant, and what he wanted to do just because of them being partners.

Being ‘twenty-four-seven’ in the traditional sense wasn’t exactly realistic in their life, no matter how much they tried to make it work. They could do small things within their power dynamic, they could try their best to keep it going, but more or less, it wasn’t a constant thing. Harry called it submission with weekends and bank holidays, and it worked for them.

As different as it was from what he expected, no matter what, in the end, it worked for them – and that was all that mattered.

“Can I… take care of you?” Harry had asked, his eyes looking everywhere but at Louis. Louis had just turned twenty-three, they’d been exploring things, doing new things for years, and Harry still managed to surprise him. “Like… Just do things for you like you take such good care of me.”

OR: A canon-compliant fic where Harry wants nothing more than to take care of Louis.

I Love You (From My Head To-ma-toes), 26k, by @yousopugly​

When Louis is dared to ask out the attractive Man in the Sweater Vest at the pub, he certainly doesn't expect their relationship to bloom the way it does. Featuring a dare that isn't really a dare, too many vegetable references, and two silly boys falling in love.

Does it Look Devious or Something?, 4k, by @haztobegood​

When someone complains about Louis’ new business, he must defend his sex toy shop to the city council.

Written for Prompt #231: The amazement at how much hot air people manage to produce.

Omega Show Repair, 6k, by @musketrois

“Can I help you with anything?” The worker asked.

Heat spread across Harry’s cheeks as he realized he had been silently staring.

“Yes!” Harry scrambled to find the words he needed when all he wanted to do was continue admiring his surroundings, the man included.

The man’s smile didn’t falter as Harry gathered himself, continuing, “I had some questions.”

Harry walked closer and placed his warm hands on the edge of the counter. “My favorite pair of boots need resoled but I wanted to check if you’d be willing to do that for me.”

or

Harry needs to get his favorite pair of boots fixed.

I Don't Love You I Want in Your House, 6k, by @londonfoginacup​

Harry comes into the bakery almost every day trying to woo Louis.

Zayn works out at the gym maybe a little more than necessary so that he can get the chance to watch Liam train.

Niall is the only one who ever checks the mail.

Your secret's safe with me, 7k, by @cameupshort

He knew almost everything about Haz, considered him his best friend. He knew his favourite movies and books, how he liked his coffee, knew how many pets he had and what he was most afraid of. Louis knew how to calm him down when he was panicking, and that he’d lost his virginity to his ex-boyfriend when he was 17. He knew that Haz had curly hair, green eyes, that he was tall and considered himself slightly awkward. He knew his Instagram account that only had aesthetic pictures or ridiculous jokes, but in the all the time that Louis had known him, he’d never learnt, or been allowed to know, Haz’s full name, what he sounded like, or what he looked like.

Louis didn't care.

Or, when Louis' favourite singer comes back and announces he's performing again, him and the rest of his group chat decide to go. When Haz, the man Louis' fallen in love with without meeting him, says that he can't, Louis tries his best to convince him with a drunken phone call, hearing his voice for the first time. It's not until he's at Royal Variety that he swears he can hear it again.

The Finding Sea, 17k, by @angelichl

They met at the ocean, in a way. It makes sense for them to fall in love at the ocean too.

Harry is in love with his best friend. They go on vacation together.

- Fort Myers, Florida. -

Missed Connection, 39k, by @littlelouishiccups

Soulmate AU where your soulmate’s first words to you are tattooed on your skin.

With a boring and generic soul mark like Hi, Harry is pessimistic he’ll ever find his soulmate or that he’ll realize it when he meets them. But he could always have it worse, like his new friend Louis who had a drunken one night stand with his soulmate a few years ago and woke up the next morning alone.

Also, I’ve been reading a lot of sterek fics recently and I found a gold mine in @isthatbloodonhisshirt‘s fics! Holy wow! So many amazing fics!

#mine #fic rec #28th appreciation #fanfiction #larry fanfiction