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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 7

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language Warnings: None? I think? Please let me know if I missed something Notes: This is incredibly dialogue heavy, and I actually don't feel as confident about this chapter as some of the past ones? Hopefully y'all like it, I mean at least the ending is cute (or cheesy, depending on who you ask). PS: Not sure how many chapters there will be in total, other than at least 3 more (one of which ill, in fact, get a little h*rny again. actually, h*rnier). Past Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne, Pt. 2: Overture, Pt. 3: Accelerando, Pt. 4: Toccata, Pt. 5: Poco a Poco, Pt. 6: Elegy

Chapter 7: Harmony

“We need to talk, yeah?” Daniela asked, nearly stuttering, a sort of nervous that you had never seen her exhibit before. The first thing you think is that she’s really, really cute when she doesn’t know what to do. After that you actually process what she said. Relief floods your chest, followed by warmth, and you make a mental note to thank Bela the next time you see her. In the meantime, you were unable to contain your happiness. Out of instinct you move closer to Daniela, smiling softly, quietly reaching one of your hands towards hers. There’s no hesitance in her response. Instead of taking your hand she pulls you in for a hug, opting to rest her chin against your shoulder. Admittedly you’re a little surprised, but you return the motion nonetheless. “Oh, little songbird…”

Heart racing, you softly press against Daniela, turning your head so that you could place a single, brief kiss against her exposed collarbone. For a moment the two of you just stay like that, holding each other close. When you pull away, remembering that you still hadn’t said anything, you find that Daniela is blushing from the neck up. In turn, the sight makes you blush. You can’t help but reach out and run your fingers through her hair. Though you can’t see yourself, you know your eyes are filled with affection.

“I love when you look at me like this,” Daniela whispered, not entirely meaning to voice her thoughts. Then you’re blushing harder, smile small but sweet. “Mmm, you’re just darling, aren’t you?”

“Not nearly as much as yourself, my Lady. To be in your company is to be the luckiest soul in the world. I cannot even begin to describe the feelings of which you inspire in me,” you replied, trying not to stumble over your words, barely able to process any thoughts other than ‘pretty lady likes me ahh’. Thankfully, you still remembered a few tricks from language arts class. Who knew studying the classics could make you more romantic? At least one English teacher, probably. “I’ll have plenty of time to try, though… after we talk about things, that is. Is there somewhere private we can talk? I’m not terribly eager for your mother to overhear.”

“Are you sure we can’t talk about how much you like me for a while longer?” Daniela asked, faking a pout. When you perk a brow at her antics, she shifts a little, forcing herself to be a little more serious (at least for the time being). “If you insist, my sweet thing. I’d suggest my room-” she winks at you- “but I doubt we’d stay talking for long, would we? Maybe the library? Neither of my sisters tend to go there around this time of day, and I can hardly remember the last time mother went there.”

“Well, no one from the day shift is scheduled to organize things until later this week, so… sounds like a date to me,” you chimed, enjoying the way that Daniela’s face lit up in response. “There’s just one thing I have to take care of first. Wouldn’t want my roommates to think something has happened to me, now would we?” With that said you linked your arm with your partner’s, setting off towards the servants quarters.

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“Oh thank goodness, we were starting to get worried!” Daphne exclaimed as you quietly ducked into your room. For a second you freeze in place, hoping to whatever higher powers may be that she hadn’t seen Daniela behind you. Certainly the vampire would have moved out of sight?... Despite your assumption, you do see Daphne hesitate for a moment, gazing at the now closed door. Thinking quickly, you give a little wave to draw her attention elsewhere. Seemingly it works like a charm, with her attention returning to you, and so you release an internal sigh of relief. Now you just had to think of an excuse for why you’d be staying up late.

“It’s fine- I’m fine, really. Just had to carry something for one of the Ladies,” you lied, trying not to be specific enough to possibly contradict facts you weren’t aware of. “I, uh, kinda have to go back out, though? There are some piano books I need to find before tomorrow morning. I’ve already found a few, but apparently there’s at least one that goes over some technical practice songs, and I think D-” you almost wince, but lean into it, stuttering instead- “th-think that Lady Daniela would enjoy the variety. Not sure how long it’ll take me to find the books, so don’t stay up waiting for me. I promise I’ll still get enough sleep to function tomorrow.”

“So the lessons haven’t been canceled? That’s good to hear,” Daphne said, nodding slowly. The words catch you off guard, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion. Noticing your expression, your roommate is quick to explain. “After whatever happened yesterday… we weren’t sure if we’d ever hear you play again. Not that we know what happened, just that Lady Daniela was, well, upset, and you stopped playing sooner than usual. But I suppose if the lessons were canceled completely… I doubt Lady Dimitrescu would let you go that easily, huh?”

Again, you shift awkwardly, wondering how Daniela must feel hearing all of this. But just like that Daphne shakes her head, clearing her thoughts, and gives a little shrug.

“Don’t stay up too late, okay? I know you already promised, but we both know you’ll lose track of time if you aren’t careful. If you aren’t in bed by the time the sun reaches its peak, I swear we are gonna have words!” Both of you laugh before Daphne waves you off with a smile. Still, you wait to open the door until she (and the other maidens) has her back to you. Better safe than sorry, right?

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Somehow the room felt different in a million ways, now that you were here with Daniela. There was something about the way she moved, freely, eyes and fingers running down the spines of familiar books. Even if you had not seen it before, it felt like the library was overflowing with magic. What I would give, you think, to see the whole world tinted in shades of her. Again you find yourself blushing as you followed Daniela towards a small sitting area. One of the chairs is practically a recliner, with plenty of space, and you realize what she has planned mere moments before she acts.

Next thing you know, you’re being pulled closer to her, practically lifted into the air. Then you’re falling back, right on top of a giggling Daniela. By the time you’ve regained your senses, you’re in her lap, held just tight enough to keep you from getting up. She’s watching your face closely, smirking with pure satisfaction.

“Are we going to be able to talk like this?” You asked, a little unsure yourself, already distracted by the soft curve of her jawline. Even as you speak you’re eying her, imagining what it would feel like to trail kisses along her skin until she was restless… Thankfully she responds before your mind gets too carried away.

“Of course we are, little songbird. Probably. If you behave,” Daniela teased, gently playing with your hair as she did. You can’t help but laugh when she suggests that you are the one who needs to control yourself. “Alright, alright, I get your point. I just… I think that it’s easier for me to, fuck, I don’t know. Relax? It’s easier for me to relax like this, holding you, getting to kiss that lovely neck of yours-” she pauses to demonstrate- “and that means I won’t freak out like last time. Or so goes my thought process, anyway.”

“In that case…” You’re sitting perpendicular to her now, still holding on tight. One hand cups her cheek, gently caressing the skin, before you lean in for a kiss. The two of you enjoy yourselves for a minute, glad to have this time together, more glad to be reassured of each other’s affection. To think that you wouldn’t even be able to meet her gaze if not for Bela’s intervention… Eventually you pull back, knowing that you did need to talk. “I care about you, firefly, and I want things between us to be real, and healthy, but I…”

The words died in your throat, a lump you couldn’t quite swallow, when memories sprung up like weeds in your brain. Communication mattered to you for a thousand reasons, and you weren’t blind to the irony of one of those reasons making you freeze up.

“I haven’t… done this before, not for real,” Daniela replied, mistaking your paues for uncertainty. “Apparently being an immortal, blood-drinking princess is only attractive in the realm of fiction. Maidens only ever seemed interested in a fleeting rush, or a fraction of a chance at an escape. They didn’t care for romance.” Now her tone gets bitter, and her eyebrows furrow. You can see her shoulders tense up, raising a little, making you try to snap out of your own thoughts for a few moments. By the time she speaks again, you’ve started to gently rub her back. “Maybe I should have paid more attention to my novels. How often does the monster actually get a happy ending?” She says the words with a hollow laugh. Still, she’s relaxed a little under your touch, even leaning into it.

“You’ve… done some bad things. Hurt a lot of people, and I can’t pretend that doesn’t scare me,” you started to say, ignoring the heartache you feel when you see Daniela’s hurt expression. “But you’re more than that. You’re soft, cute, and mischievous. More than that… I can tell that you want something beautiful. We can have that, we can make that, for ourselves, with our own hands and our own desires. But we can’t use stories as a blueprint. We can’t rely on what we’ve read, not when everything the two of us do is brand new. Not when-” you close your eyes, fighting back tears, glimpsing fragments of your last relationship- “not when I’ve already been hurt by my own misconceptions. The things we read aren’t always real, or right, or anything like what we need. What we deserve.”

“Something tells me you’re holding back a little,” Daniela murmured, barely able to get the words out. It almost looks like she’s close to crying, but her cheeks are dry, and her voice is steady. “But you’re right. What we have is better than anyone could write, anyway. You’re my little songbird, and I’m not letting you go anytime soon. Even if I have to figure out this whole ‘communication’ thing. I suppose that means I should… come clean. About a few things.” There’s a clear hesitance to her voice, like she’s embarrassed, and she’s speaking slower than usual. A blush rises to her cheeks before she takes a deep breath.

“We don’t have to talk about everything right now, if you aren’t ready. We’ve already made good progress, I think, even if half of it might be because of your sisters. Well, sister, singular. Cassandra throwing me into that wall really didn’t help anyone. Except maybe the chiropractor I will inevitably need to see,” you joked, remembering your earlier conversation with Bela.

“Hold up for a fucking second, Cassandra did what? I’m going to replace all her paint brushes with stained carpet strips, and that’s if she apologizes. Nobody fucks with my baby,” Daniela snapped, expression as serious as can be. Normally you found her anger to be terrifying. Now that she was directing it at someone else? And on your behalf?... Maybe it was a tiny bit cute. Which you tried to show, by gently bringing her in for another kiss. Of course, Daniela isn’t quite as gentle, instead kissing you hard, holding you as closely as she can. There’s a bit of possessiveness in her grip, and it makes you tense up. But as soon as you do she’s pulling back, breathing hard, eyes weighed down with concern.

“Y’know, I think she was just mad that I made you cry. And if I found out someone made you cry, I would be pretty angry. Not that I’d throw someone, partially because I don’t think I could, but still. It’s… almost cute how much your sisters care about you. Almost, just not quite,” you said, eager to draw the attention away from your reaction. Like you had told Daniela, it was okay if you weren’t ready to talk about everything. “Speaking of that, I can’t believe I haven’t apologized yet. I panicked so much, I didn’t even realize I was yelling until you picked me up. No matter how frustrated I was, I shouldn’t have-”

“Don’t, please,” Daniela interrupted, eyes closing for a moment. “I can’t believe you’re apologizing. I pinned you to the wall, and not for the usual reason!” There’s a bit of panic in her expression, and you get the feeling that she’s beating herself up inside about it. Which, based on what you had thought about what you had done, was understandable.

“Consider this: We both fucked up, and we’ve both acknowledged it now, so we could just… not talk about our regrets? At least for now,” you countered, glad to see Daniela relax and nod in response. Leaning in, you shift to rest your head against her shoulder, wanting to enjoy her proximity more. “Hey… if I’m your songbird, and you’re my firefly… are we, I don’t know… officially a couple now?”

“I was under the impression that we already were,” Daniela said, clearly a little confused. While you technically agreed with her… there was another part of you that wanted to have a little fun.

“You never asked, and I know I never did either, so…” Now you’re looking up at her, smile wide, heart beating faster than normal. “Lady Daniela, firefly of house Dimitrescu, lover of romance novels, player of pianos, keeper of my heart… Will you do me the honor of allowing me to court you? To be yours, officially, in the pursuit of affection and happiness like the village- nay, the world- has never before seen? Will you be my girlfriend?”

“How’s this for an answer, songbird?” Daniela cooed. Then she was lifting your chin from her shoulder, turning her head and bringing you closer. Your lips touch, as gentle as can be. It’s a short kiss, but one radiating with love, that ends with your foreheads pressed against each other. In this moment, you feel like you could stay in her arms for the rest of eternity. “Yes. Absolutely yes, obviously, a thousand times. I could never say no to you, especially not now, with your eyes so desperate for the sight of me, and your lips so begging to be kissed. Now, how about we celebrate, hmm?”

Just as Daphne had predicted, you end up staying awake far too late, but you were all the happier for it.

#daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #is this any good #today was a bit weird #kinda tired sorry

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jaykayblr · 3 years

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And it went like ; Doyoung | One-shot

Pairing : Doyoung × Reader

Genre : fluff, strangers to friends to lovers au, college/university au, mutual pining, café is kinda main here.

Warnings : slapping, crying, teeny bit of angst, kissing. Don't worry it isn't anything extreme.

Summary : it all started with two cups of iced americano.

Word count : 2.7k

Taglist : @starrdustville @thechoppersan @cupidluvstarrz @ncvltrtchnlgy @jenoleemonade @bluejaem

Author's note : ahh, this is my first One-shot. Based loosely on request that @starrdustville sent in my previous blog. Leave a comment to let me know what you feel about this one. I have worked for this one for a week and I am kinda proud of my improvement but I feel I could have done better now that I have read it almost ten times, but lemme know what you all think!. I hope you all like it! If there are any mistakes, please let me know.

You glance up from the screen of the mobile to greet the orbs of the male who had entered the class. The brown eyes roamed through your face and then looked away, choosing a place in the class’s backward.

Mysterious brown eyes were the first thing you noticed about the new transfer student. He was aloof, remaining silent throughout the class. You could never find him chatting with anybody. He consistently preferred taking the last seat in the class. He was suave, with soft boyish qualities. You had been looking at him at whatever chance you received for the recent few days. It was challenging to not acknowledge him; the dude had silky soft hair through which he would run his hand occasionally throughout the class. The transfer student wore dark colors, which made him appear even more alluring than the rest of your class boys. He was lean and was taller than you.

Straightening yourself when the professor started the class, you forced your mobile away.

Focused, the educator went on about defining the antique architecture of Rome. It was an interesting subject - but you found yourself gawking at the new student. It looked as if he acknowledged your stare, because there was a slight smirk stretching on his cheeks when you continued gawking at him for two solid minutes. You glanced forward and tried paying regard to your lecturer.

Same routine, but different.

You are carrying two drinks of iced Americano in your hands. The route you picked was busy with the science graduates bustling out of their classes. You should’ve kept your eyes up to prevent what was about to happen. You soon knocked into a hard chest with your Americano staining the said man’s hoodie. Before you could lose your balance, a pair of sturdy hands holding your arms held you. You couldn’t speak. As you realized the situation, you backed away to bow towards the guy - to sputter an apology, until you hear that man’s voice.

“Calm down, woman,”

You couldn’t convey anything. You were so enthralled by the individual’s voice that you forgot your locations. His voice was deep and silvery. The phrase sounded unfamiliar to you, coming from him. His accent was mind-numbingly hot - even if you had heard only two words coming out of his mouth. You view up to examine the new guy from your class. His eyes have a playful glint at them, as he grins at your obvious staring. You quickly move backward and apologize to him.

“I am sorry. I am so sorry, oh god I am so sorry” you bow to him multiple times. You gain the attention of the surrounding science graduates who chuckle to themselves but keep moving. He catches you by your arms again and interrupts you from bowing to him again and again and instinctively makes your heart thump a thousand times faster than ever.

“It’s fine, I will clean it and it will be fine”

“At Least let me help you clean it, please?” you asked, and he nodded.

That was a year ago.

Currently, it’s the fourth year of your college and you and doyoung are two best buddies. In this one year, you both have turned into devoted friends who can’t live without each other. Sounds cheesy, yes, but that is exactly how it is.

[From doyoung; ]

WhErE ArE YoU?!

You chuckle seeing your mobile screen flash with his messages. Sitting in your economics lecture right now, learning something about marketing. You look around to see if anyone is looking at you. The half the students paying attention to the professor and the other half are sleeping or doing their own thing. You glance at your professor who was extremely focused on teaching the first benchers. You quickly type a reply.

[To doyoung; ]

In class! What do you want?

You hear the buzzing on your phone after a few minutes.

“Your boyfriend is texting you” your seatmate mutters beside you and you just chuckle - not at her but at the constant buzzing of your phone showing that your best friend is turning impatient.

[From doyoung; ]

Which one?

When will it end?

Ah, respond!

[To doyoung; ]

God! Doyoung!

Economics and in 15 minutes.

It wasn’t late until you heard three more buzzes from your phone. Your seatmate - somi wriggles her eyebrows at you.

[From doyoung; ]

So there is this new cafe near our college.

I want to go!

Please come with me?

[To doyoung; ]

Ok, fine.

Pick me up from the football court.

[From doyoung; ]

Yes, madam!

“You both are one weird pair” you flinch when you see somi snooping at your phone over your shoulders.

“Then stay away from us,” you say and put your phone inside your pocket.

“Just confess to him. His female admirers are increasing day by day. Only yesterday I saw Jasmine confessing to him.”

“Wait what?!” you almost shout, gaining the attention of the professor and a few students. The professor glares at you and goes back to teaching.

“Yes, and don’t worry, he rejected her” she rolls her eyes as you sigh in relief.

“But it will not always happen. Listen, if you don’t confess to him, he will eventually start dating someone else,” she says with a stern look, as if she is scolding you.

“I know, but can you please not scare me? I am just nervous! We have been friends for so-” somi cuts you off.

“You all have been friends for a year and you don’t Wanna ruin it and end this friendship by confessing, right?” she says and you nod while looking down. “Baby, if you don’t let him know your feelings, he will always think of you as a friend. Is that ok? He will eventually start dating some other girl. Is that ok with you? Are you ok with seeing him with another girl?”

You shake your head. She was right; has always been. Somi always told you to confess to doyoung, but you really didn’t want to ruin the relationship you had with doyoung. He was the most precious person in your life. And it has been like that for a year now.

Doyoung had shown no interest in any other girls - including you. So you never really thought about the possibility of him dating. But now as somi stated this possibility - it made your heartache. It made you experience a weird heaviness in your chest that you couldn’t exactly pinpoint.

Were you really ok with that? Are you ok with seeing him in the arms of another girl? Were you ok not taking up the chance to date him? Were you ok giving him up? Would he reject you? Or would he reciprocate your feelings? Are you really ok with taking up the risk?

These thoughts swirl your mind as the class gets dismissed.

You and somi get up and walk towards the exit when somi stops in front of you and looks you in the eye.

“Do it before it’s too late. Time doesn’t wait for anyone” and she leaves like that - provoking something in you.

Maybe it’s about time you do something about it.

Standing near the football court, you watch some guys from the foreign communications playing football. Their loud cheers surround the campus. You sit near the benchers thinking deeply about the risk of confessing to doyoung.

Somi’s words ring in your head. You feel a pang of jealousy in your chest when you imagine doyoung with another girl.

"Ha!" you flinch and look behind to see doyoung laughing like he won a trophy for scaring you.

"Ahh, you scared me!" he internally coos at the little pout you made without realising it.

"Lets go?"

The fragrance of vanilla hits your nostrils the moment you step inside the cafeteria. The little bell rang, alerting the barista of your arrival. A grey-haired barista looked towards both of you and grinned. You glanced around; the cafe was bustling with people. The chattering of young couples, friends, and teenagers filled in the shop.

Intertwining his hand with yours, Doyoung pulled you towards a corner seat. As you both settled, the same barista walked up towards you two.

“what can I serve this fascinating couple today?” she chirped in a very calm voice.

You were going to deny her assumption but doyoung cut you.

“so what are you having?” he inquired, propping himself on his forearms.

“um, I guess, caffe latte?”

“ah-ha! I was considering the same!” he looked towards the barista “two caffe latte please?”

“sure, anything else?” she asked, her eyes creasing at the sides as she beamed at you two. Returning the smile you looked towards Doyoung with a raised eyebrow as if asking him ‘do you need something more?’. he glanced at the menu card in front of him. “hmm, croissants?”

"coming up," she exclaims and goes back to her work.

"and oh, this time I’m offering to pay!" as soon as you announce that, doyoung’s expression changes to a frown, demonstrating his displeasure. Before he can say anything, you resonate "whenever we go out, you never let me pay! This time I’m paying and I don’t wish to hear any disagreements!"

"Y/nnnn" he whines and you shake your head at him.

Falling in comfortable silence, you both listen to the soft jazz playing on the radio of the cafeteria. After a few minutes, doyoung glances at you, hesitance apparent on his face.

“what happened?” you urge him. He just shakes his head and busies himself by looking at his nails. You want to question him further, but you see the same barista walking up to you with your orders.

Placing it on the table, she leaves while smiling at you both.

"I assume she likes us," doyoung whispers while slurping his latte.

"don’t change the topic, doyoung. what happened?" you urge him, with your voice stern.

“have you ever thought about dating y/n?” you freeze when he asks that. Luckily, he is looking downwards, so he can’t read your expressions cause he is good at that.

“mm, why?” you start feeling anxious when he doesn’t speak.

He sighs and shakes his head, mumbling a ‘nothing’. you grow more frustrated at that.

As you swirl your fingers around the brim of your cup. Your thoughts going insane, ‘does he love someone?’ ‘is he thinking of dating?’ ‘am I too late to confess?’ you feel your eyes brimming with nervous tears. You face away from him when he looks at you.

“Y/n, I wanted to ask you something?” you look at him in the eye, and wish that he won’t notice your wet eyes. He slowly takes your hands in his, his thumb gently brushing over your fingers. He looks down and takes a breath.

“I want you to keep quiet and let me finish, ok?” you nod at him, not speaking anything cause you know he will pick up your emotions from the tone of your voice. He sighs and moves closer to you.

“y/n, I have- I have, um, I realize we have only known each other for a year, but this one year has been the best year of my existence. I have never laughed so frequently in my life. I’m grateful for everything you have done for me and- and just- I am just grateful for this friendship. Listen, I hope this doesn’t sound too sudden. And I hope nothing changes in our relationship after this. But- I-” he halts and takes a deep breath. You instinctively hold his hand tight as you predict his next sentence. Your tears threaten to pour as you shut your eyes in order to hold them back. Your heart thuds in your ribcage and you pant. You glance at the ground to avoid breaking down in front of him as he tells you about his girlfriend. You hear him let out an unsteady sigh and-

“y/n I Love You!”

You couldn’t stop the tears that gushed out from your eyes. You sink back on the backrest and cover your face with your hands and cry your heart out. Your cries fill the cafe as everyone becomes silent and looks at you. You cry louder as you realize he likes you back, your best friend likes you back, doyoung loves you.

On the other hand, Doyoung panics when you cry, he loses his calm when you cry louder. His eyes swell with tears as he thinks that he fucked up royally to make you cry like this. He knew it was a terrible decision. He knew you didn’t like him back, but he still took the risk and ended up making you cry. You got emotional easily but never had you cried so loudly as you did now. He avoids the pointed stares of the people who scowl at him for making a girl cry like that and goes down on his knees towards your chair. He tries to hold your hand but you just tighten them on your face. His tears fall as he holds the armrest of your seat and turns you towards him. Gently but firmly he removes your hand from your face and his heart shatters when he looks at your tear filled face. He feels a pang of guilt in his heart. What was he expecting? you evidently didn’t love him back? He holds your hands and starts crying with you. The people around both of you watch this scene unfold, some looking annoyed and some watching with pity.

“I’m very sorry y/n,” he sniffs “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” his voice is heavy as he swallows hard. “I don’t know what I was thinking when I said that” he gulps again, “you clearly don’t love me-“ you cut him off as you slap him. His left cheek stings as his face falls. The people in the cafe gasp. doyoung looks down as the realization dawns over him. ‘he screwed up, he ruined everything’.

“stand up” your voice is small but commanding and he obeys. He looks down as he gets up.

“look at me” and he obeys but gasps when you kiss him hard on his lips. You are holding the collars of his black shirt with which you pull him closer towards you. A loud cheer fills the cafe and the people shout and scream while watching this dramatic scene unfold in front of their eyes. He comes back into reality and pulls you closer and kisses you back passionately, erupting an even louder cheer from the audience. You wrap your arms around his neck and his arms take their place on your waist. You both kiss as if you were waiting for this - which was also true.

You both pull away and break into laughter. The surrounding people are smiling, some are even taking videos. The couples peck each other, the old barista smiles widely and her eyes shine in adoration.

“so does this mean…”

“yes” you respond with a wide smile adorning your face. doyoung brings his hand to cup your cheek.

“from how long?”

“a year,” you say, making him smile. “what about you?”

“one year too”

“so I guess we both are idiots?” you ask, chuckling.

“hmm”

“you are late. But I will forgive you for that if you agree to be my boyfriend.” he chuckles at that.

“deal” he asks and pulls you closer.

You bring your palm to cup his left cheek. “does it hurt?” you ask, and he nods whispering ‘badly’ near your cheek. “I’m sorry,” you say and pull away to look in his eyes to show your honesty.

“It’s fine. You can make it up to me,” he says, pulling you closer again.

“how?” you ask.

“kiss me,” he says and you don’t waste a single second more to kiss him feverishly.

the cheers roar loudly, again.

love...

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unsettlingconclusions · 3 years

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Conversation over pizza

Pairing: Ayna Seth x F!MC (Kennedy) Genre: Fluff Rating: T Word Count: 3k+ Notes: I got inspired by @samanthadalton and @iamsimpforpoppy talking about pizza and food one day. I know this might not be a pairing of your particular interest, but I tagged you to show my appreciation for the inspiration (if you’d like me to remove it, please just let me know!). Story is not reviewed because if I stop to review I’d never post anything. Enjoy.

“So, I decided what we can do as your introduction to fine cuisine. Pizza!”

The sound of Ayna’s excitement came all the way from the kitchen to find Kennedy comfortably nestled against the cushions in Ayna’s couch. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and for once Ayna wasn’t swamped in deadlines or planning for classes, so they had been spending the past few hours curled up cuddling and watching cheesy romcoms. It was the perfect setting for peace and relaxation, and Kennedy would have voted to glue herself to the couch and to her girlfriend had it not been for the sound of grumbling stomachs. They were only human, afterall, and humans do need to eat.

“Pizza? Ayna, thank you for believing in me, but there’s no way I can get making pizza from scratch right.” Kennedy moved to the kitchen counter, voice a little less enthusiastic than her girlfriend’s.

But Ayna wasn’t to be deterred. “This one you can,” she replied, showcasing a package of frosted premade pizza dough. “Making it from scratch can be a challenge, I’ll admit. That’s why we’re gonna skip the make your own dough step.”

“But then it won’t be ‘fine cuisine’. It will just be like making a sandwich.”

“Ok, one, don’t talk like you even make sandwiches. And two, try to have some faith in me. Let’s make our own fresh tomato sauce. It makes a world of difference.”

It was a few weeks back when Ayna promised to teach Kennedy how to cook, starting with something easy, of course. This deal was brought by after a nice surprise romantic dinner Ayna had prepared for them in celebration of going public and finally being free to properly date.

“I thought you didn’t cook.��

“Usually I don’t, but I can make an exception if I feel the circumstances are special enough.”

“No, I mean, you said sometimes coffee is all you have.”

Ayna chuckles lightheartedly. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I can’t cook, it means I unfortunately don’t have much time for it.”

“So, does that mean I’m special?” Kennedy can't help the fluttering of her heart and the wide grin from reaching her face at the thought of Ayna dedicating so much to their date.

“You’re the most special of circumstances," resting her hands on Kennedy's shoulders, Ayna gently coaxes the younger woman towards the dinner table. "Now come, before the food gets cold. I hope you enjoy it.”

Kennedy was surprised by how rich and flavorful it all tasted, and as the thick and sweet aroma filling the air lured her into a deep sense of comfort, she was amazed to keep discovering all these layers to her girlfriend.

She learned that cooking was soothing for Ayna, as it reminded the woman of her daadi, who used to say there could be no warmth of heart with an empty stomach. Kennedy was wooed through and through that night, and if cooking was an activity Ayna enjoyed, she wanted to be able to enjoy it with her. But the truth was she couldn't cook if her life dependend on it, so by the end of the night she made Ayna agree to teach her something someday.

"Why pizza? I thought we were going for something Indian."

"You're the one who said you wanted to start easy. Let's hold on the spices for now."

"Fine, I'll trust you. Teach me like I'm one of your French girls." Kennedy grinned, doing as close to a Kate Winslet impersonation as she managed.

"Preferably not naked, though," Ayna teased as she approached Kennedy with an apron, motioning for Kennedy to pass her head through it. "Tomato sauce sometimes gets a little explosive and I don't want you to get burned", she continued as she circled around Kennedy to fasten the straps behind her back.

As expected, Ayna was no less of a teacher in the kitchen than she was in the classroom. She calmly explained everything they were doing and why, from why they needed to boil water to peel off and seed the tomatoes, to how to properly cut them and remove their stem and core to make the process easier.

“We’ll just cook them for little while so the skin comes off easier.”

Once the tomatoes had been set in the boiling water, they moved onto all the other steps. "No respectable sauce lacks onion," Ayna explained, "but chopping them can be tricky. If you get too uncomfortable, tell me and I can do it by myself."

"No way, I'm having the full experience." Kennedy replied, although her eyes did make her almost regret her choice.

When the tomatoes cooked to the right point and they shocked them in iced water, Kennedy was almost amazed by how easily the skin came off.

“Nice trick,” she remarked, as she quickly took care of her task.

“Yeah it is. And it works with potatoes too.”

“You mean I don’t have to spend an hour peeling potatoes?”

“You mean you have peeled potatoes before?” Ayna raised her eyebrows in genuine curiosity.

“Mom tried taking cooking classes once and got me into it too. It didn’t go very well,” Kennedy grinned sheepishly.

“And how is it going now?”

“A lot better. It turns out I just had the wrong teacher,” this time Kennedy offered Ayna a wink and a huge smile, being then rewarded with a peck on the lips.

“Here, let’s sievel the seeds and dice them.”

When it came to dicing the tomatoes, Kennedy felt like she finally could use a more hands-on approach to compensate the fact she was losing some precious cuddling time, so she made sure Ayna would notice she was doing it the wrong way.

“You’re cutting them too big.”

"Oh no, silly me. Can you come over here and show me how to do it? I might do it better if you guide my hand,” Kennedy stated, feigning as much innocence as she could.

"You’re just baiting me."

"Is it working?"

"Yes."

Ayna came closer from behind and wrapped her arms around Kennedy, resting her hands atop the younger woman’s, guiding her movements gently. Kennedy took advantage of the moment as she could, leaning back and sinking further into Ayna’s embrace. She would definitely sign up for more cooking sessions if it involved this kind of teaching.

After many demonstrations more than it was actually necessary, Ayna rested her hands on Kennedy’s waist and moved her head to the side so her lips could softly brush against Kennedy’s ear, “Do you think you can get it right now?” She whispered.

“Y-yeah, I think,” Kennedy stuttered, tilting her head to the side to expose more of her neck.

Ayna nuzzled her nose into Kennedy’s neck for a few seconds before saying “Good, let’s finish this.”

“Buzzkill.”

“Try hungry.”

With the ingredients now all set to go, they moved the chopped onions to a pot and let them fry for a little while. As Kennedy stirs the pot to keep the onions from burning, the sound of them sizzling mixed with its heavenly smell set such a mood of domesticity, Kennedy felt a weird sense of nostalgia for something she never really had.

“Hey, thank you for teaching me. This feels nice.”

“Of course,” Ayna smiled broadly, brushing a loose lock of Kennedy’s hair behind her ear fondly, because the truth was there was little Kennedy could ask of her that she wouldn’t give. “Here comes the tomatoes.”

A few minutes of simmering later and the sauce was ready and good to go, its bright red color contrasting with the paleness of the dough.

With Ayna’s guidance, Kennedy assembled the pizza with their homemade sauce, lots of cheese (the true secret was to use good cheese, Ayna had said) and fresh basil leaves for extra flavor, and they set it to the oven. All they had to do now was wait.

“Have you thought about what you’re gonna do now?” Ayna asked as she setted up the oven timer.

“Hmm, wait for it to bake so we can eat?”

“I mean about Vancross. You came to help your mom with the Summit, didn’t you? To make allies?” She clarified, moving to help Kennedy out of her apron and taking her own off as well.

“Not just that. I came to study really.”

Once both were free of their aprons, Ayna started going about the kitchen, storing back everything they haven’t used. “Didn’t you tell me once you weren’t sure if going into politics was really what you wanted?”

“You remember that?” Kennedy asked surprised, the memory kind of distant. It was the first time they talked outside of the classroom.

“I remember everything about you.”

“Sappy.” It really was and Kennedy wouldn’t not remark on it, but on the inside she was very much melting. Ayna only smiled in return and raised her eyebrows, challenging Kennedy to not deviate from the subject. "But you're right. I came mostly because she wanted me to."

"Well, you seemed to thrive here, so I’m just curious as to how you feel about continuing your studies."

"I haven’t thought about it yet." Kennedy replied honestly, now sitting on a high stool by the kitchen counter, eyes fixed on Ayna, watching her move around.

"I think it suits you."

"You see me as a politician?"

"Not just in the sense you’re thinking. There’s a lot to this world that doesn’t involve you actually being a candidate and running for office." With a bottle of wine in each hand, Ayna showed both to Kennedy at the same time. "Red or white?"

"Hmm, white." To Kennedy's answer, Ayna just nodded and went for a corckscrew to open it.

"You know, I’ve been listening for so long how I should follow in my mom's footsteps that I guess I never really contemplated anything else."

"You do have a knack for making people feel at ease, and I’ve seen you do great at solving issues and leaving everyone involved satisfied. And you did great at avoiding conflict too." Ayna said as she approached with two glasses of wine, offering one to Kennedy. "Watching your debate was nice, it felt like you were in your element."

Kennedy took the offered glass and spent a few seconds twirling the wine around it before sipping. "Yeah, I thought I’d be going through a minefield with that assignment, but working with Blaine was surprisingly easy and not that conflituous,” she said, reaching for and pulling Ayna closer to her, scooting backwards and giving Ayna more space to settle in the space between her legs.

“Hmpf, I’d rather not think of how exactly you avoided conflict with him.” Ayna retorted, gulping down a very big sip of her own glass of wine.

"What? You don’t like picturing me charming Blaine off?"

"Uh, no?" Ayna moved away swiftly, her demeanor challenging, as if saying “did you really just ask me that?”

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“Is that why you love pushing my buttons?” Ayna asked narrowing her eyes.

“I mean, it can get pretty intense sometimes. Jealous you is hot,” Kennedy replied teasingly.

“So you really do just do it to get a rise out of me.” Annoyed, Ayna took a step back and started to fully distance herself from Kennedy’s reach.

“Hey, I’m sorry, ok?” Kennedy hurried to apologize, realizing she missed the mark on this one. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” she added, drawing Ayna back to her. To her relief, Ayna offered no resistance, and Kennedy took advantage of it wrapping her into her arms, guiding Ayna’s head to rest on her shoulder. “It was dumb of me, I’m sorry.”

“No, I am sorry. I’m not usually jealous like this, I just— oof,” Ayna shaked her head, sighing dramatically before settling back into the comfort of her girlfriend’s arms, “I’m not used to this feeling.”

“If it makes you feel better, I promise when we were working on that debate, we were really just working on the debate.”

“Really?” Ayna lifted her head up to look at Kennedy, her own eyes holding such a look of childlike hope Kennedy just found it damn adorable.

“Yes, I swear. By then, I was already completely charmed off by a certain TA. Getting you out of my head was no easy task.”

Ayna flashed a bright smile, cheeks flushing slightly as she lowered her gaze, feeling shy all of a sudden.

“See? You can’t smile like that and expect me to not think about that all day.” Kennedy exclaimed, gently lifting Ayna’s head back again and leaning in for a kiss.

It was supposed to be a quick reaffirming kiss only, but Kennedy decided she had spent far too long of today already not kissing her girlfriend, so she jumped off the stool to be able do it properly. She placed one hand on Ayna’s lower back and the other at the back of her head, entangling her fingers into Ayna’s locks and bringing their bodies as close as possible.

“We’re digressing,” Ayna grinned through the kiss.

“I like this subject better.” Kennedy replied quickly, just as quickly diving in for another kiss, only to be met with a smirking and uncooperative Ayna. “Nice try, but I’m not about to let our pizza burn. And I know where this will lead us."

“Would that be so bad?”

“It would if we end up setting the apartment on fire.”

Kennedy was ready to retort, or whine, to be more specific, when the oven timer set off. “Saved by the bell.”

To follow on the theme of having the full experience, Kennedy was the one to take the pizza out, with Ayna hovering around her fearful she would burn herself.

“Relax, I got this. Go sit by the table and let me pamper you for a little bit.”

Ayna complied, albeit reluctantly, and Kennedy did the best she could cutting and serving the pizza (it shouldn’t be that difficult, right?). The looks and smell of it were incredibly promising of a good meal. The bright yellow mixed with the few golden spots of over baked cheese coupled with the contrast given by the green leaves against the red sauce certainly provided a sight for hungry eyes, and the heavenly smell of any fresh off the oven pizza certainly didn’t hurt either.

“Whoa, this turned out to be really good,” Kennedy exclaimed in between bites, munching excitedly and occasionaly closing her eyes to further appreciate it, letting out satisfied little grunts. She would never have guessed pre made frozen dough could actually turn into a perfect crunchy crust.

With a hint of amusement at Kennedy's eagerness over pizza, Ayna teased, “You sound surprised."

“Well, yeah, it had me involved."

“Hey, don’t ditch your sous chef.” Ayna said, feigning indignation. Kennedy bends over in Ayna's direction, placing a quick chaste kiss on her cheek. "You're a really great cook. Thank you for this."

The rest of the dinner went by much in the same manner. Kennedy was reveling in the fact her audience wouldn't berate her for not being the image of the prim and proper lady, and at some point she may even have indulged in foregoing the silverware and going straight for the kill with her hands. Truth be told, Ayna was delighted by the sight, and vowed to always make sure Kennedy could be whoever she wanted to be with her.

Once they were belly filled and satisfied, they moved back to the living room, glasses of wine in hand, a recently new opened bottle resting on the coffee table. The reality of it was that none wished for their night to end just yet, and they talked about as many meaningless and trivial subjects as they could think of, conversation flowing freely. But by the time their second bottle was nearly done with, Kennedy noticed Ayna was getting more and more quiet, almost as if lost in thought.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She inquired softly, nudging Ayna lightly, trying to prompt the woman to share what had her suddenly silent.

"I was just thinking about what we were talking earlier."

"We talked about many things," Kennedy replied, leaving both their glasses on the coffee table and moving back to the couch. She sprawled herself on the lenght of it, resting her head on Ayna's lap. "What has gotten you so pensive?"

"You", Ayna stated matter of factly, adjusting herself so Kennedy could fit in better. She brought both her hands to Kennedy's hair, caressing it tenderly, before continuing. “And your mom. You don’t have to antagonize her to follow your own path but you don’t need to follow in her footsteps either."

Kennedy remained silent. She didn't know exactly what to answer to that, for one, and she was sure Ayna would have more to say. She limited herself to closing her eyes, enjoying the soothing feeling of Ayna's hands on her hair.

Taking Kennedy's silence as encouragement (or at least not discouragement), Ayna added, "Sure, you’ll always face some level of scrutiny and expectations, even when she steps down from office, but you can still make choices of your own. I’m sure your mom would be supportive and proud of you.”

“You sure about that? I doubt it sometimes.”

“She may come off as distant and nonchalant, but I think it’s just because she’s really busy. She really cares about you.”

“Yeah, I know this whole mess brought us closer, but sometimes I wonder why we drifted apart in the first place. I miss her.”

"You don’t have to miss her, she’s right there. And you don’t have to hinder your future because you decided to stick yourself with the rebel role. There’s nothing wrong with changing your mind."

“I love you so much, you know that?" Kennedy inquired, a glint of admiration in her eyes as she sits herself back up to place a kiss on Ayna's lips. She then moved to take one of Ayna's hand on hers, squeezing tightly. "You say the greatest things. And you’re right. I thought at some point about leaving just so I could go against her, but truth is I kind of enjoyed this year here”.

As Kennedy was about to drop Ayna's hand, the older woman just incresead her own hold, not letting Kennedy go. “Whatever you choose, I’m sure you’re gonna do great. You’re hard working and focused, you could make anything work. And I’ll be rooting for you every step of the way.”

“Even if it means I leave Vancross?” Kennedy tilted her head to the side, an expression of incredulity and maybe disbelief on her face.

“Why not? I want you to be happy. If you realize that’s what you want, go for it. I like believing we're strong enough to survive us not being so close together all the time.”

“I like believing that too.”

“In any case, I don't think I wish Vancross to be my endgame anymore.”

“No? But you love teaching?”

“I do. But Vancross is not the only educational institution in the world. I could finish my thesis here and leave, or I could leave and finish it somewhere else. Assuming I can have a nice recommendation from here that is.”

Kennedy's expression softened considerably after that, now holding as many emotions as the number of beats per minute her racing heart is doing. It was hope, delight, caring, love. "What are you really saying?"

"I'm saying I'll go wherever you will if you'll have me."

Goddamn. With that sentence Ayna managed to increase Kennedy’s heart rate by tenfold and the younger woman loved it. She realized she hasn’t been this excited and hopeful for the future in the longest while, and she was eager to show Ayna just how much. Smiling widely she wasted no time in straddling the TA’s lap, moving her hips against Ayna’s, just to make sure her point would come across perfectly. When she felt Ayna bringing her hands against her back, letting out a low, quiet moan, Kennedy leaned in.

"Can we go back to digressing now? There’s no more pizza left to burn."

#foreign affairs #ayna seth #ayna x mc #ayna seth x mc #mc x ayna

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lockhart-imagines · 3 years

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“Confidence” ~ Gilderoy Lockhart x Reader

This reader insert fic is for @floofy-wooloo, because I couldn’t resist writing about my bby Gilderoy

Please do not send requests at this time. My request box has been closed for a few years. I had to make an exception for this one, because again, Gilderoy!!!

(How have I never gotten a Gilderoy request before now? Who are you people?)

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word count: 2K+ (2,058) Fluff

y/n - your name

y/h - your house

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“Good morning, class.”

Gilderoy looked up to see Minerva McGonagall starting her lesson. He watched McGonagall write notes on the board. Today they would be practicing the transfiguration spells they’d learned over the last few weeks. He wasn’t too eager, but he was excited to be paired up with someone. And he wasn’t the only one.

There was a light, cheerful mood in the air. Everyone seemed to have gotten over their ‘winter blues’ now that spring was finally here, and Gilderoy was so looking forward to laying out on the warm; sunlit grounds of Hogwarts. He’d been waiting for it for months: laying under the tree by the lake, reading his favorite book… or just trying to impress all of the girls in the Ravenclaw Common Room.

“Mr. Lockhart,”

Gilderoy snapped back into reality.

“Please pay attention to the lesson.” McGonagall continued. “You’ll have time to daydream after class.”

He nodded.

Soon, the class was split up into pairs, McGonagall’s choice. Gilderoy was paired with y/n.

“Hi, y/n.” He smiled at her. He always took pride in remembering her name, especially with how many people he talked to in a day’s time.

“Good morning.” She replied. “So, which transfiguration did you choose.”

Gilderoy went blank. “Umm…” His excitement ceased.

Y/n waited for a response.

With a nervous chuckle, he continued. “I may have missed that part.”

Y/n giggled. “That’s okay. I’ll catch you up.” She flipped open her notes and scanned over the transfigurations they had gone over since the semester started. “What you need to do is pick one of these. I have mine already picked out. Once you’ve picked one, we’ll demonstrate to each other on how to recite and properly carry out the spells we’ve chosen. Then, we’ll demonstrate to the class once we’re grouped back together.”

“Okay, I see.” He looked through her notes, trying to find the perfect choice. “Wow, you’re very detailed.”

“I try.” she replied.

He glanced down at her notes once more, and back up at her. “Would you mind to go first? I just can’t find the right one…”

“Of course.” Y/n set her wand to the side and looked over her notes. “I chose the Vanishing Spell,” she said to Gilderoy. “It’s not at easy as it seems, and it took quite a bit of practice, if I do say so myself.” She turned to grab a book from her bag. “I hate this book, so I’ll use it to demonstrate.”

Gilderoy watched her closely. He was intrigued by the way she prepared herself. Other than her, and Professor McGonagall of course, he had never met any one so detail oriented in transfiguration. Or just that detail oriented in general.

Y/n grabbed her wand and positioned the book on the desk. Gilderoy waited in excitement.

“Evanesco!”

And just like that, the book vanished.

“Y/n, that was…” He paused.

Y/n sighed slightly. “I know. I do need to brush up a bit. I was a bit lazy over the break, and it-”

“Amazing.”

Y/n blushed. “Really?”

Gilderoy was speechless. All he could do was nod.

“Well,” y/n giggled. “It’s your turn.”

Slumping back in his chair, Gilderoy chuckled. “Now I’m just going to feel stupid.”

He knew he could never compare to y/n’s ability. When he was around more talented witches and wizards, he never felt the need to try his best. But around y/n, he didn’t even want to try at all.

“Why? You shouldn’t feel stupid.”

“But I’ve been paired with you.”

“So.” She smiled at him. “That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try. Besides, you’re better at charms than I am.”

“Am I though?” He asked.

“Not those kind of charms.”

He blushed as he picked up his wand. “Not what I expected you to say, but…” He looked at y/n’s notes one last time.

“But what?”

“Nothing.” He sat her notes back on the table, and took a deep breath. He felt different somehow, but he couldn’t quite place the feeling. “It’s just —” He sighed. “I have no idea if I’m doing this right, but I’d like to try.”

“Go for it.” Y/n said.

He waved his wand and recited, “Orchideous.”

A white flower petal floated down and landed on top of y/n’s notebook. She knew what he needed. “You just need a little more confidence, and you’ll have it.”

“Confidence…”

“Come on!” She moved her chair closer to his. “You are the master of confidence! I’ve seen you in the Great Hall, as well as other places… making the all the girls giggle and blush, as well as making all the boys jealous of your… charm.”

Gilderoy let out a laugh. “Thank you.”

Y/n kept her warm smile. “You can do it.”

As he took a deep breath, he placed his wand in the ready position.

“Confidence.”

“Confidence.” He repeated.

He took another deep breath. “Orchideous!”

Multiple flowers appeared on the table. Y/n was in disbelief as she looked around.

Gilderoy opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly interrupted.

“How did you know these were my favorite?”

“Hm?”

“Lilac. Lilac is my favorite flower.” Y/n continued. “Was this your way of flirting back with me?”

With a smirk, Gilderoy spoke. “I guess so.” He gazed into her eyes for just a moment, but quickly composed himself. “But, to be fair, Lilac is my favorite color.”

“Well, it seems like you two have made some great progress today.” McGonagall picked up a lilac stem, interrupting them. “We’ll keep working before we share with the rest of the class, though. Some other students are having some trouble.”

McGonagall walked to another table. Y/n and Gilderoy looked at each other, smiling.

“Well, I guess that gives you a little more time to practice.” said y/n.

“Yeah…” Gilderoy was gazing at her again. “Hey, umm… you wouldn’t want to maybe… help me with learning these, would you?”

Y/n stuffed her noted back into her bag with a smile. “I’d love to!”

Gilderoy felt a huge weight lifted from his shoulders. “Room of Requirement, say… after dinner?”

“Perfect!”

Transfiguration had ended, and the two headed to their next classes. Gilderoy was excited for his study date with y/n, but he was nervous. He wondered if he was just making a fool of himself, and was clueless to whether y/n felt the same way he did about her. Then it dawned on him: he forgot to mention it was a study ‘date’.

Y/n took a seat in her next class, Charms, and tried her best to keep up with notes. However, she kept getting distracted by what Gilderoy had asked. ‘Was he actually flirting?’ She thought to herself. ‘Or, was he just acting the way he normally does around girls and those who are a little more advanced than him?’ Not being able to concentrate, she raised her hand. “May I be excused?”

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Dinner came and went. Y/n made her way up to the 7th floor of the castle, bringing all of her notes; extra quills; and snacks to share. Gilderoy was in the hall waiting for her, looking a little more dashing than usual. He had more lilac stems in his hand. Y/n giggled lightly.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

She walked up to him, setting her things down on the floor. “I just feel underdressed, that’s all.”

“Oh.” He looked down at his sleeves. “Yeah, I may have gone overboard with my outfit.”

“That’s alright.” She picked her bag back up off the floor. “I think you look nice.”

They both started to pace back and forth to reveal the entrance of the room. “Thank you. You do as well.”

After a few rounds, the entrance appeared.

“Oh!” Gilderoy remembered the flowers. “These are for you.”

She blushed and took the flowers carefully before hey both headed in.

There was a big table for them to sit at, as well as a space on the floor with blankets and pillows. There was a bookshelf with some useful transfiguration books, and a restroom towards the back. They decided the floor was best. They both set their bags down and took a seat. Y/n pulled a blanket over herself and grabbed her notebook from her bag, as well as a snack. “would you like some?” she asked.

“Sure! Thank you.”

Over the next hour or so, they both went over basic spells. Gilderoy had filled the room with flowers at this point, and y/n loved watching the petals float to the floor. After another few spells, she thought it was time for a break. Gilderoy could tell she was getting tired. “Maybe we should stop for the night.”

She shook her head. “No, I just need a little break.”

“Y/n…”

“I mean,” she began, “I am tired, but I really want to help you with these until you’re finished for the night.”

He scooted closer to her. “Hey, it’s okay. I promise there will be another time to do this again.”

She sighed. “I know.”

Both of them sat in silence for a moment. It was quiet; peaceful. The flowers filled the room with a heavenly scent, and Gilderoy couldn’t help but to gaze at y/n’s beauty.

“Hey, um…”

Y/n looked to him.

Gilderoy leaned a little closer. “Can I tell you something?”

Y/n nodded.

“Earlier in class, when we were practicing spells, I felt something I’ve never felt about another person before.” He swallowed. “I know I’m a confident person, but around you I feel a little nervous. A good nervous, of course. And when you made that ‘charms’ comment, it really made me think about all the times I’ve tried to impress someone and how the feeling I felt was nothing like the feeling I felt today… How I feel about you.”

Y/n couldn’t help but to hide her cheesy smile under the blanket. Hearing him say that made her feel butterflies.

“And to be completely honest,” he continued, “I may be wrong, but I got the sense that you may feel the same. But, that could just be me craving attention.”

Y/n opened her mouth to speak.

“I know I’m a bit of a narcissist. I am. But, while I was trying to get everyone to notice me, I think I was just trying to get you to notice me…” Gilderoy sighed. “I’m probably rambling at this point, but… I needed you to know how I felt.”

Gilderoy looked the floor, waiting for her response. It was silent. Y/n didn’t know what to say. She was actually shocked that Gilderoy had actually admitted as much as he did. In that moment, she rose up and kissed him on the cheek. Gilderoy’s cheeks went pink. He turned to look at her, both of them remaining silent, and he leaned in close. He caressed her cheek and slowly pulled her in for a kiss.

Y/n put her hand on his arm, not resisting a bit. She wanted this. She had wanted this.

Gilderoy pulled away even more slowly. Y/n opened her eyes and grinned. Gilderoy also grinned, still holding her face in his hand. “Sorry,” his voice cracked. “I couldn’t resist.”

She giggled lightly. “That’s quite alright.” She moved her hand to his. “I really enjoyed that.”

“Good.”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for giving me the confidence to do that.”

Y/n smirked. “Anytime.”

With another sigh, Gilderoy knew it was time to head back to their dormitories. “Maybe we should pack up. It’s getting late.”

Y/n agreed. They both packed up their belongings and made their way back to the dormitories, hand in hand. During their walk back, they’d occasionally glance at each other with a smile. Before getting to the y/h door, Gilderoy stopped her for a moment.

“Tomorrow during our free period, would you like to study by the lake?”

Y/n nodded with a grin. “I would love that.”

“Okay, perfect!” Gilderoy couldn’t contain his excitement. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” He kissed her on the cheek, and made his way back to his dormitory.

Y/n watched him walk away, thinking of how wonderful of a time she had with him. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

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gins-potter · 3 years

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Hi! Can we have more Skloom headcanons?)

You certainly can anon :D

Who is the most affectionate?

Hmmmm, I think Bloom and Sky are equally affectionate? Maybe Sky is slightly more demonstrative about it.

Big spoon/Little spoon?

I mean everyone loves being the little spoon sometimes, but I think in general Bloom is the little spoon, and Sky is the big spoon.

Most common argument?

When they have royal events to attend and Bloom doesn’t want to go.

Favorite non-sexual activity?

Watching movies together with lots of unhealthy snacks.

Who is most likely to carry the other?

Sky is way more likely to carry Bloom. Sky is like a full foot taller than Bloom so I would love to see her try to carry him.

What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Bloom loves how kind and dorky Sky is, Sky loves how fierce and determined Bloom is.

What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

When Bloom realises she likes Sky, she becomes a lot more aware every time they touch. For Sky, everything changes when he realises he has feelings for Bloom, because he finally understands that this is how you’re supposed to feel when you’re with someone you like.

Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

They’re not big on nicknames, but they definitely strike me as a couple who call each other ‘babe’.

Who worries the most?

Sky. Bloom is more a go-with-the-flow type of girl, while Sky tends to overthink and over analyse.

Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Sky always remembers Bloom’s order, Bloom can remember Sky’s order at their regular places.

Who tops?

👀 uhhhhhh, both? Depends on the night lmao.

Who initiates kisses?

Both.

Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Sky.

Who kisses the hardest?

Both, depending on the circumstances. Sometimes you just gotta have an intense ‘I can’t believe we’re both still alive’ kiss, ya know?

Who wakes up first?

Skyyyyyyyyyy. Bloom would sleep all day if she could.

Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

See above.

Who says I love you first?

Oh, see that’s a hard one. Because I can see Bloom needing Sky to say it first because of what happened in season 1, but at the same time I feel like Sky would be ready to say it super early, and he *knows* it’s super early so he waits until Bloom is ready to say it first. Which kind of just ends up in a stalemate. And then finally Sky almost loses Bloom and he’s like fuck it she’s gotta know this is how I feel about her.

Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

Heh, Sky. He’s a sappy dork, of course he leaves her notes.

Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

Welp, I mean they kind of get outed as a couple in season 1 so rip that. But I think Bloom seriously talks about their relationship with her parents first. Sky isn’t the type to talk to his parents about things that mean a lot to him so he probably puts it off as long as possible. But that says more about his relationship with his parents, than his relationship with Bloom.

What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Mike and Vanessa are pretty supportive of their relationship; they heard about all the s1 bullshit, but then they also see Sky with Bloom and it’s pretty obvious that he’s head over heels for her. Miriam is the same, but Oritel, who is slightly more traditional is a little more disapproving of their relationship. If he had his way they’d probably do the traditional royal courting thing. Erendor and Bloom never particularly get on, but Samara grows to care for Bloom and acts as the buffer between them.

Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

Sky is always dragging Bloom out onto the dance floor, or in to slow dance around the kitchen. Bloom pretends to hate it but secretly loves it.

Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

They both suck lmao. Sky just because he’s never had to cook much for himself, and Bloom because she’s just actually terrible at it. They live out of their palaces together for a while, which is when Sky learns to cook more and finds out he’s actually not half bad. For Bloom learning not to burn toast is achievement enough.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Neither?

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Heh, Bloom! She loves fucking with Sky and trying to make him lose composure when they’re at an uber-important royal event.

Who needs more assurance?

Both, but in different ways.

Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

Bloom. She doesn’t think her voice is particularly good but Sky and her kids seem to like it.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Sky pines and Bloom face times him a lot.

#answered #winx club #mywriting #bloom #sky #bloom/sky #skoom #skloom

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i-write-shakespeare-not-disney · 4 years

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Director’s Commentary- Lovesick Side Effects, Lance recites his poem in public

My commentary is in bold italics!

With each poet who went up, Lance felt his limbs get weaker and weaker. Part of him wondered if he was going to pass out if he even tried to stand. Lol, honestly me projecting what it feels like to me every time I sign up to perform something.

“Love, are you okay?” Keith whispered in his ear. “Do you want to leave?”

“No, no I’m okay. I’m just… taking it all in.”

Keith nodded and wrapped his arm around Lance’s torso to pull him in and rest his head on his shoulder. I just like gentle touches… also it was a struggle to keep Keith oblivious without making him look like a total dumbass for not catching on so I banked heavily on him thinking the poetry readings were just making Lance upset.

After a few more performers, the host for the night went up to the microphone. “Alright, how’s everybody feeling?” The crowd responded with a cheer. “That’s what I like to hear! Okay, our next poet is new to the Spider House, so I want everyone to please give a big warm welcome to Lance McClain!” so spider house is real!!! It's in austin and I actually went there. Not for a poetry reading but they do those too. But yeah, this wasn't a huge reveal, I mean all the readers know what's happening. Originally I really wanted it to be as much of a surprise for readers as it was for Keith but so many of you guessed what would happen that I just embraced it. I do think it's better that you all got to join Lance on that experience.

“What?”

Lance gulped and stood up before he could think about it too much. He walked toward the stage as the host guided him to the stairs with a smile. “All yours,” she said, gesturing to the mic stand.

“Thanks,” he said nervously. He walked up to the microphone, taking in all the people looking at him. Keith was frozen in the booth, staring at the stage in shock while Hunk and Pidge were both biting their nails. So, yeah, Hunk and Pidge knew. But they're still super nervous FOR Lance! It's a big deal and well Keith is still catching up. He isnt familiar with the version of Lance who goes on stage to read his poetry, especially since he was being so secretive about the poems. Of course. This is Lance, and Lance loves big gestures. “Hi everyone,” he said into the mic. “Uh… It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a stage and… recited anything, so I’m so nervous I think my legs are visibly shaking.” my legs did this once it was awful, so oof He cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his hair. The movement made his cologne waft toward him and he took another deep breath to root himself. The cologne wafting was supposed to be a callback to Allura. To the idea of having her there still, and having that security of knowing he can let them both exist and be loved in his heart without taking it from the other if that makes sense. I really tried adding as many "signs" as I could without making it cheesy or unrealistic aha. “This is new shit-”

A chorus of people yelling back, “New shit!” interrupted him. This shit happens and it's glorious. It shows how interactive slam poetry or just recited poetry can be. It was familiar and encouraging and it made him smile.

He dug into his pocket and pulled out a copy of the poem he’d revised time and time again. “I think I’ve got it memorized, but… like I said, it’s been a while, so….” plus anxiety can get the best of you. A cheer from the back made him smile again as he shut his eyes. Poetry crowds are SUPER supportive even when it's a complete stranger. Like the whole room understands and respects what it is to put poetry, this personal thing created by someone, out in the open to everyone and so everyone is super respectful and reactive and that was a big thing here for Lance especially when his poem gets harder to push through.

“There was a time when, my mouth gave way to words as easily as, my lungs breathed. I imagine this with a certain beat or rhythm. People reciting poetry tend to move and speak a certain way that makes it kind of like a rap, it's hard to explain. I wrote about my aunt’s curly hair callback to the poem veronica mentioned way back! and my first crush, I wrote about the confusing cracks in my voice and the strange way my sister got angry at everything. Puberty. Just to show how the biggest and smallest things gave him a reason to write. Then I wrote about a girl, so beautiful she redefined existing.” okay so this line hit me as I was writing. Because I didnt want to make a typical comparison of beauty. While experiences can be universal, some things require uniqueness and I really needed his affection for Allura to show that. The phrase "redefined existing" just hit me as I was typing and it felt right. It felt perfect. It's not just living that gets affected, shes not beautiful like a rose shes just… so beautiful it made Lance have to redefine what it was to exist. To exist with her as a friend, as a lover. To exist without her. The idea of someone being so beautiful as to redefine existing, i think, lets the beauty remain ambiguous while at the same time pinpointing it to this one person in an emotional sense. Lance paused and took a shaky breath, preparing himself for the next line, for bringing the memory out for everyone else to feel. vulnerability. we know this concept well by now, huh? “The day I lost her I lost, my words- I tried to fit my grief my sorrow into pages, too thin to hold them. Also came up with that line on a whim and I was really proud of it. I liked the imagery of pain and sorrow so heavy that it weighs pages down. The concept of tears soaking through pages and making them fragile. The idea that all of his feeling just couldnt fit into a poem or a page. My words tasted….” Lance gulped and clenched his fist pressing it to his chest. The fist is because when I imagined him talking, I imagine him using his hands. Up to his mouth, spread out as if touching pages, bringing them down to demonstrate the weight I mentioned before. And before he can bring up his fist to pantomime the dirt in the next line, hes overwhelmed and well, he uses his heartbeat as well as the cologne scent on his wrist as a tether by touching his fist to his chest.

A few scattered claps encouraged him. He heard Hunk call out, “You got this, Lance!” at this point everyone knows how vulnerable and sensitive this is. And they know he needs support. Seriously, watch slam poetry videos the way crowds react is beautiful.

He took a breath again and swallowed. “My words tasted like the dirt that slipped, from my fingers and into her grave.” His words began to shake, and he knew he couldn’t stop it, so he just tried to keep going. “They tasted like the last kiss, I shared with her, they tasted like, the goodbye I-" He broke off and cursed under his breath. He grabbed the microphone with the hand holding the poem and bowed his head. A stronger round of claps filled the break until he was able to pick his head back up and speak into the mic. “Like, the goodbye I never got to give her. They tw-twisted inside of me, clogged my throat until, I suffocated, they turned loss into, my own death. Here I imagined him twisting his hands, pantomiming a claw at his throat, pressing his hands against his chest harshly. I became an unrecognizable, shadow of myself, with a dimmed soul and a muted heart.” callback to his conversation with his mom when he told her about Keith! He opened his eyes, ignoring the tears that managed to slide down his cheeks, a small smile on his face. And here comes the transition. I really wanted to be careful with how much of the poem I gave Allura because she deserved more than a couplet, but I also didnt want the poem to be split in half. In the end this is a love poem to Keith. And they both know, hey Allura is gonna be part of this, and yes her presence may fluctuate, but I know what I feel for you and I'm not guilty and it's not a shadow or an echo. But this is who she was for me and while she taught me what it is to love, you taught me to love again. Kind of parallel to when he tells Keith that Allura made poetry easy but Keith brought it back into his life. I also wanted the transition to be tasteful not just BUT ANYWAY THEN WE FUCKED. Like. It's not that he just got over her it's that he genuinely felt the change and let it happen let that light back. “Then you walked into my life. It wasn’t a fairytale start- with longing gazes, across a cafe, or shoulders brushing, as we rushed to class, love at first sight…. It wasn't conventional, you could say haha. It was the bass beating under my feet,(music) at a stranger’s house, and barley breath (beer) note the repeated "b" sounds heh, literary devices yall. forming a question that turned, my universe inside out- it was you. Our beginning wasn’t easy, I can’t really tell you when it began- was it that night your lips first touched mine or, was it the night you shared a piece, of the pain that built the walls around your heart?(roland, aka when Keith's attitude changed too) It was you, this new discovery, note the line break here. "This new discovery" while the full phrase is "this new discovery of me" the beauty of written poetry is finding the hidden lines and double meanings in line breaks that might say more or something different than the full phrase. In this case, the new discovery of feeling that way about a boy, the desire he felt, while at the same new discovery of a part of his identity and then it continues to: of me and what my heart could, hold. It was you, brushing the dust from, my heart and breathing life, back into it with every nose-scrunched smile, holding it in leather-clad hands until, it began to beat again, again, the line break here serves to emphasize the important part "it (my heart) began to beat again" When written that would be isolated and a focal point until I became the opposite of a shadow- you made me light both in terms of weight and luminescence the heavy feeling of loss became less, but hes also "not dim anymore"…. You made me warm…. Your kisses brought poetry back, to my tongue, made the words bloom in my chest until, they burst from my mouth, they taste like hot chocolate, dandelions and firsts and prayers. You taught me that, my heart could love two people, and you loved me for it. You showed me the, magic in small moments. You taught me… that, a boy could give a boy flowers, without the world exploding. You showed me a new side of resilience. Keiths resilience is something Lance really fell for and I think he mentions that in the chapter where they stay at Keith's and run in the rain and share a bath and all that fluff You taught me, not to live in the past not to live for the future, but to exist, now with you… in a universe we’ve created and let that, be enough I hope I can be, again, line break! "Be enough I hope I can be" is kind of Lance's internal dialogue despite the line being half part of the previous phrase and half part of the following. Hes telling himself to be enough and that he hopes he can be but it's also of course part of the whole. enough for you.” He let his eyes fall to the booth where Keith was standing by the table with a hand at his mouth. Keith was absolutely standing for several reasons. He had half a mind to run up to the stage and kiss him. He had a lot of energy from the shock. When lance started to cry, he got up because he wanted to him. Hes anxious to touch him. Hes completely enraptured by Lance. He gets wrapped up in him when he recites poems, now hes performing it and it's meant for him and…. Yeah. Keith is aching to hold Lance. “Our beginning, wasn’t easy- wasn’t a fairytale. But I promise, there won't be an end I promise, you forever after I promise, again. Line breaks. There wont be an end I promise. (It's) You forever after I promise. Small pieces that are whole while also being parts of a whole. Poetryyyyy. Half the work is in the line breaks and it affe ts how one might read it aloud too! poems that will find new ways, to remind you, I love you.” how could I not end with I love you?

Lance smiled and sniffed, keeping his eyes on Keith. “Surprise, mi vida.” okay. So I had no idea how I was supposed to bring him back from ALL OF THAT and… I mean yeah. Surprise, Keith. That was all for you. Lance did say he needed to find a new way to make it a surprise for you.

#director's commentary

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why-this-kolaveri-machi · 5 years

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what does this have to do with clownfish?

i know this was a mostly sad episode that ended on a rather disquieting note, but i was grinning from ear to ear by the end, you guys. I LOVE THIS SILLY SHOW SO MUCH, and i want to tell you why, so let’s talk about titans 2.04:

SPOILERS ahead

1. i get why we’re getting a flashback episode now--the titans’ ~sordid past~ with deathstroke has gotten a fair bit of build-up, and now that slade has jason, we need the history between him and the og team to contextualise the upcoming confrontation. still, i was really looking forward to having kory reunite with the team, goddamit!

1.5. i like the convivial, almost collegiate vibe that the original titans have about them--the idea of them getting together both desperate to prove that they are more than what their origins and youth might suggest, and to dick around (pun not intended) and just... be, in a way that their individual circumstances wouldn’t allow them. costumes on, in mission-mode, they are trained and hyper-competent, but in their downtime they apparently like adorably warbling off-key at each other and re-enacting 90s/00s cheesy rom-coms. it’s great! i would’ve loved to see these kinds of flashbacks drip-fed to us right from the beginning of the season--putting it all in one episode, from aqualad’s introduction to demise all in forty minutes, not only screws up the pacing, but also robs us of more of garth’s genuinely warm chemistry with the rest of the team.

1.67. besides, the immediate contrast between this and the way dick conducts the titans now would’ve been funny and quite impactful.

2. for all that dick seemed standoffish and genuinely frightened of himself in s1, the slightly less filtered look we get into his mind in this flashback--well before his existential crisis--is somehow even more disquieting?? the way he talks about batman and his relationship with dawn and even his friendship with donna smacks of an alarming emotional disconnect; a space where his sense of self has fallen and been replaced by a role that he has been trained to play. he smiles more in this episode than probably all eleven of s1 combined, but he’s far more reserved, afraid of vulnerability, and completely unwilling to express any emotion that would come in the way of him being who he Needs To Be.

2.45. this episode puts into sharp relief just how far dick has come to make peace with bruce in 2.01. here batman is a glowing symbol against the night sky; a shadowy figure promising justice is vengeance and not the other way around; a hulking figure that he can hate and love without reserve, that orders him to be better no matter how exhausted he is, even while standing between him and incomprehensible evil like a bulwark. at the heart of the titans tower--a skyscraper on the opposite side of the country from gotham--is another batcave, a sign that how no matter how far he goes, dick’s perception of himself and his relationships is still inextricably tied to batman and his ways.

it’s the missing link between the angry, grieving boy we saw in flashbacks last season, and the man rapidly spiralling into crisis at the beginning of season 1. he’s internalised batman’s mission before he can decide for himself what he wants to be, and he’s been like this well into his adult years (unlike the comics). no wonder when the moment he goes Too Far finally comes, when he’s so burrowed into himself that vengeance becomes an end rather than a tool, it’s such a violent upheaval, and one that he hasn’t quite been able to put to rest in over a season.

2.65. honestly the matter of fact way he talks about being dawn’s rebound relationship after her breakup is haunting me?? dick grayson--robin, batman’s partner, the First Sidekick, leader of the titans, friend, brother, lover, a valuable asset with trackers in his arm and neck--is so utterly subsumed that his feelings, his self, automatically comes second to the role he’s playing. i wonder if he had found that he’d had a tracker installed in his body without his knowledge at this point, he’d have accepted the cold logic of it (of course batman needs to keep track of him), instead of the visceral reaction he has five years later, when he immediately picks up a knife and cuts it out of his skin.

2.95. (retrospectively it lends so much more meaning to the opening scene of 1.08??? where dick says he needs to go off on his own to get his bearings right instead of staying on to be the Leader after their traumatic time at the asylum and kory and the others are quietly accepting of it?? where’s that ‘that’s growth’ gif when you need it)

3. donna! it’s interesting that her role as a titan was always meant to be a pitstop before she moved on to Greater Things, and her struggle to reconcile that with her growing attachment to the team came across really well. jillian’s never really pressuring her to leave immediately--six months! two weeks! idk, forever! really, it’s your pick!--but donna tells dick she needs to leave that very night, either because she’s hoping that he’ll protest and ask her to stay, or that she’ll fall for garth and lose her wavering conviction to leave if she stayed any longer, or both.

3.5. donna and garth’s relationship followed so many wonderfully cheesy conventions, with all of their attendant adorableness and Problems. the scions of two different royal families of two different races falling in Forbidden Love! garth clumsily flirting with donna even as she keeps turning him down! (not cool, garth!) bonding over reminiscing about quirky childhood memories! consulting a put-upon mutual best friend! the last minute reconciliation and confession of love at the airport! garth dying right after celebrating his birthday! (that cop was just a day away from retirement!) PERFECT

like. i have NO IDEA why people still insist on calling this show ‘dark’ and ‘edgy’. don’t let the weird lighting and occasional blood spatter distract you from the goofy, well-intentioned heart right at its centre, you guys!

(but man, dick and donna’s quiet heartbreak at the prospect of separation was harder to watch. for a moment, dick really let himself feel the burden, sinking onto his haunches, his head in his hand like he was about to cry. just a moment.)

4. the others’ reaction to garth’s death is very telling. donna is devastated; hank and dawn are upset, but in a distant way that suggests that they didn’t really know him very well or for very long; and dick... well dick is hard at work in his batcave, because that is how he knows to react to disaster.

4.5. i know that i spend quite a bit of my reviews harping on and on about dick, but he is more than just the team leader, or the one with the most well-defined arc so far, or the connective tissue between the old and new teams: the titans is HIS, in ways both subtle and insubtle. batman is funding the whole thing; their resources, their tech? all wayne enterprises. by extension, this shindig is dick’s idea, dick’s operation, something he shaped after himself--serene, beautiful, somewhat impersonal on the surface and batman-the-symbol, batman-the-phantom, right at the centre.

4.65. so when the burden of morality-bending vengeance falls squarely on dick’s shoulders, it seems natural. it also seems entirely natural that when dick does follow through on what the team wants from him, the fallout is also put square on him: he’s the one that’s gone completely off the rails, the one that would sacrifice anything for a mission (like hank implies in the previous episode), the one haunted by his own darkness. this, of course, is patently false, as trigon demonstrated earlier this season.

5. the opening scene of slade wilson doing the Thing He Does Best was so fun to watch. i love that this show is always trying to do interesting things with the camera. (tho i wonder, who hired him to take out donna troy in san fran? was that even his original objective? was it dr light? i am Confusion)

5.5. ... even tho the villain-confrontation scenes seemed hampered by low effects budgets and a lack of... kineticism. i can’t figure out how dr light works even after two episodes of seeing him do his thing. he can apparently implant light bombs in people but never seems to use this awesome ability again, when it can actually help him against the titans?

6. the moment i saw joey wilson’s profile through the window of his home, i knew he was going to be my favourite character on this show. i love him and his enthusiasm and his cute shoes and his love for vintage records SO MUCH! i know it’s been hinted that he died, but i can’t bear the prospect for even a second. HE’S ALIVE AND WELL SOMEWHERE HAVING TEA AND LISTENING TO GREAT MUSIC WITH AMY ROHRBACH, I JUST KNOW IT

6.5. dick (and the others) wouldn’t be so horrified with themselves and think about shuttering the titans for good if they hadn’t felt some kind of attachment to jericho. dick especially i think is going to fall into an actual honest friendship with joey and is going to extremely disgusted with himself when it all ends in tragedy anyway.

6.75. we’re probably not going to find out what actually happened to joey for a while, but here’s hoping the Unforgivable won’t happen.

7. on the brightside tho, KORY’S BACK NEXT EP! can’t wait.

#titans #titans spoilers #dick grayson #donna troy #garth #joey wilson #jericho #meta

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kingyeoms · 5 years

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dolphin keeper!seokmin

pairing: dolphin keeper!lee seokmin x vet!reader (n) genre: fluff word count: 1,840 a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for forever, i’m sorry it took me so long to finally finish it!! anyways, this was such a cute concept and i’m so glad i was able to write it :’) thank you for the request!! ♡ best read on desktop, use mobile browser if you can’t read under the cut ♡

lee seokmin is the cutest funniest dolphin keeper in the universe

first fell in love with the ocean when his family went on a trip to jeju when he was eight

they were walking around the coast and seok absolutely?? was just mesmerized with the way the waves crashed against the ocean,, the beautiful tones of blue in the waves,, his big eyes peering into the water to look at the little fish swimming around ugh so precious

literally begged his parents to let him take swimming lessons as soon as he got home

and that was the start of a beautiful perfect pair: seokmin and the ocean

at first he wanted to be a marine biologist, but after a seventh grade field trip to the aquarium and seeing one of the scuba divers in the tanks with the fish, he changed his mind -- he wanted to do that!!

luckily one of his friends seungkwan, who was a sloth cuddler at the zoo, mentioned that there was an opening for a dolphin keeper position!

seokmin at the interview: “wanna see my seal impression?”

at first he was a little nervous since he had no experience whatsoever,, accidentally tripped on the fish bucket when first meeting the dolphins

but once he met gyul and podo? literal heart eyes

as soon as he saw them,, immediately wanted to get into the pool and swim with them

“seokmin wait you don’t have proper gear on” “it’s fine!! i’m willing to take the risk!!”

can you imagine him in a blue wetsuit, yellow fishing type overalls with a cute lil dolphin patch in the middle!! i’m sad

turns out, seokmin is really good with dolphins the same way he’s great with people!!

podo is absolutely enthralled with seok.. she thinks he’s soooo handsome!! always squeaks when he comes into the pool~

gyul gets a little jealous,, but he doesn’t mind since seok always sneaks him extra squid snacks

they’re his actual children, literally seokmin walking into the pool room: “where are my babies~~”

does demonstrations for elementary school kids!! he teaches them how to “speak gyul and podo’s language” and also gives a presentation on how to reduce plastic waste

honestly really cute, super endearing seeing seok and a bunch of eight year olds squeaking with the dolphins

has a bunch of drawings of him and the dolphins hung up on his fridge back home,, he always gets them in his work mailbox as thank you notes!!

okay but listen,, as great as he is with children and dolphins alike,, seokmin wasn’t necessarily the.. most careful keeper at the zoo..

to be honest, everyone was a little worried at how clumsy seok was,, but they realized how much the dolphins loved him and so they just kinda deal with it

accidentally slipped and fell into the pool while trying to get one of podo’s toys,,,, it’s fine

you, on the other hand, just recently graduated from vet school, and having interned at the zoo for years now, they offered you a job right away

you watched a ton of animal documentaries growing up!! and honestly, going to the zoo was one of your favorite things to do as a kid,,

so it was no surprise that your dream was to work with animals!! but you’ve always had a soft spot for marine life :(

your first encounter with seokmin was super brief, when you had stopped by the break room to buy some coffee,, he was soaked.. bunches of paper towels in his hands,,

poor kid was trying to dry himself with paper towels and so naturally you just offered some help

seok didn’t even notice you come in!! but when he looked over to see whose voice it was,, perhaps his heart skipped a beat or two,,

“i’m okay, don’t worry! it’s just.. i fell into the pool again and i also forgot to do the laundry so we don’t have any towels..” he rambled, his ears burning a shade of tomato red

“i’m sure we have extra towels at the clinic? and i think the others would like it if there wasn’t a huge puddle of water in the break room,,” you giggled, seok shooting you a confused look

“you work at the clinic?” “yeah, i’m the new vet”

and literally seokmin drops his paper towels and palms his forehead bc,, how tf he gonna look so STUPID in front of the new vet

also since when has the new vet been so cute?

“so,, do you still want a towel?” “please... that’d be nice”

and so that’s how seok ends up in your office for the first time, cracking stingray jokes and drying out his hair while you’re sitting on top of your desk, laughing at the very cute but clumsy dolphin keeper

you don’t really see seokmin all that much for a while, since there was a pretty bad infection going around the seals, you dedicated your time to them

but to be honest seokmin can’t get you out of his head,, he keeps thinking about the cute vet that laughs at his jokes

one day seok asks you to come to the dolphin exhibit because gyul isn’t acting like his normal self and he was absolutely worried,, ran straight to your office

turns out poor baby has indigestion :(

the reason? seok tripped when he was feeding them and the whole bucket of herrings fell straight into the pool

you, jaw dropped to the floor: “are you being serious”

seokmin: “yes listen i’m really sorry okay i tried to stop him from eating all of them but he’s just.. too fast”

you can’t help but laugh at how,, silly seokmin is!! literally the kid has a heart of gold but also legs made out of jello

the two of you are just in the pool, gyul is nuzzling you as you rub his belly,, podo is circling seokmin nervously,, he has to calm her down poor baby girl :(

but you figure out the problem, gyul just has to take some meds and go on a strict diet for the next two weeks!!

you offer to stop by everyday to check up on gyul,, in case seok needs help taking care of him or anything

you may or may not… use this.. as an excuse to see seokmin

gyul starts to grow super fond of you,, squeaking and swimming to the edge of the pool every time you walk into the room!!

but podo doesn’t like you bc she thinks you’re too close to her favorite keeper

even if you give her squid snacks,, she won’t eat them unless seok gives them to her

you’re a little bummed by it, but you know not every animal is going to fall in love with you,, it is a little hard though, especially if you’re the one responsible for their health

two weeks pass and gyul is all better, but podo is still a bit aggressive towards you,,

seokmin’s new mission: getting podo to like you!!

him: “have you thought about dressing as a clown? she’d find it funny”

you: “what”

him: “ok i guess we’ll move onto plan b?”

honestly it’s really cute it’s kind of like he’s trying to convince his little sister that his significant other isn’t a bad person

you and seokmin spend the next couple of days,, coming up with a plan in the break room during lunch

the two of you finding out more about each other along the way, sharing your love for the ocean and marine life!!

seokmin finally gets the courage to ask for your number,, the first text you get from him is a photo of him and gyul in the pool :(

honestly?? you squealed into your pillow that night LMAO

you make it routine to send him cute photos of seals and otters,, he sends you penguin memes probably

your coworkers would start to notice,, teasing you while you’re doing paperwork in your office,, nurses “i see you spending time with that cute dolphin keeper,, when’s the wedding?”

they’d tease you even more once they saw how red your cheeks would get,, because honestly, the more time you spent with seokmin, the more you realized that not only is he handsome, but he has the purest heart in the world

even if he is.. a little clumsy.. and forgetful.. he puts the animals before himself and you love that about him!!

but this was work,, there was no place for any sort of relationship here

seokmin on the other hand?? has three heart emojis next to your name on his phone

absolutely smitten with you,, knew you were the one for him when you first got into the pool, the smile on your face when gyul swam up to you,, he thought you shined brighter than the sun (as cheesy as that sounds it’s true)

he really wanted to take you to his favorite beach,, in jeju,, where he first fell in love with the ocean

but he had to ask you on a date first and honestly,, he wasn’t even sure if you felt the same way

feelings aside, the two of you come to the conclusion that you should try,, spending time with podo by yourselves, without seokmin

so for the next few days,, while seokmin was on his lunch break, you’d hop into the pool and hang out with the dolphins for a little bit!!

gyul was so happy to see you again,, but podo distanced herself a bit from you,, staying in the corner of the pool until seokmin came back

until one day,, gyul was in a different pool for training, and it was just you and podo,,

and you figured,, might as well try one more time,, holding out her favorite squid snack

slowly but surely,, podo came to you, taking the squid snack,, even letting you pat her head!!

you were absolutely over the moon, because after months of hostility,, this was the first time podo had ever let you pet her,,

as soon as seok came back from his break,, you threw your arms around his neck,, telling him that the plan worked!! and even though she wasn’t in love with you yet,, this was a start and progress should be celebrated regardless of how big or small

seok’s face is literally tomato red at this point but thank god you can’t see it,,

“we should celebrate after work then”

and you look at him,, his eyes trying to avoid yours in case you reject him,,, and you do it

you peck him quickly on the cheek,, and you’re just like, “yeah, i think we should”

before he can say anything,, you realize what you did and your face turns into a tomato,, your hands flying up to your lips,, like i can’t believe i just kissed him

but he grins, taking your hands into his, intertwining his fingers with yours,, pressing his lips against your knuckles

“so it’s a date?”

#this was so so cute and so much fun to write honestly i cried thinking abt it #seventeen imagine #svt fluff #lee seokmin #dokyeom fluff #dokyeom scenarios #seventeen au #svt imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop scenarios #gr:fluff #g:svt #m:seokmin

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ckret2 · 5 years

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Knowing what a florpus is now, how would you have done the IZ special?

Well, first off, I would’ve given the Florpus a LOT more character development. Where was its pathos? Its depth?? And I don’t mean the depth of its black hole like portal, I mean its emotions. What were its motivations? Why does it throw people into alternate universes? Is it, somehow, trying to escape its present universe—trying to escape its tragic existence? Does it long to flee to a new life, but can only fling others into those new lives instead? Does it experience a longing? Does it yearn for that freedom? Does it—

No but seriously.

I’m gonna be nitpicky because there’s no point in answering a question like “how would YOU have done it??” with “oh I would have done it, like, the same, in all these areas,” so I’m focusing on the things I feel coulda used tweaking, with a few mentions of things I thought were particularly good additions.

With a few days’ distance? I still think the moments I’m iffiest about are the moments around Dib that get some, like, emotional depth/kindness—although at this point more because they stick out and feel a little shoehorned in.

- His moment of “wow, we’re the same” with Zim feels absolutely unnecessary, when it didn’t really lead to anything—not a later “HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME WHEN YOU KNOW WE HAVE THE SAME STRUGGLES?!” “BECAUSE I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR HUMAN STRUGGLES, LOL”; not a moment where Dib reconsiders his actions based on this new empathy; not even a joke about how Dib’s totally willing to use Zim for his own purposes anyway. It’s pointless. it goes away immediately. Either do something with a comment that big and heavy or leave it out, what’s the point of Dib having a moment of groundbreaking status-quo-shattering empathy with Zim if 1) it doesn’t effect anything, and 2) the movie doesn’t even bother to lampshade that it doesn’t effect anything?

- Gaz’s comment about how she’s only mean to Dib because she knows he can take it, while nice to have confirmed, also feels a little under-justified. Like it’s really pretty obvious that the line was in there because they wanted to establish that new characterization for her. Dib said “Why aren’t you saying I told you so?” and she could’ve left it at “because making fun of you is no fun when you’re this sad” and it would’ve felt more natural. If they wanted her to get in the “I’m only mean because you can take it” line, it would’ve worked better if like, Dib had been going “go on! beat me up! kick me in the head! tell me how terrible i am! i deserve it!” in an actual excessive display of looking-for-punishment; and then it would be more natural for her to feel like she had to step back and explain their whole relationship dynamic to him. What we got form Dib was... okay, it was excessive by normal standards, but not by Invader Zim standards.

- And the part that felt the most off to me was Prof Membrane telling Dib he was always proud of him. In a movie where he demonstrated no pride in him at any point, unless you count the rather backhanded “this is a very impressive fake space ship.” And in which Dib’s greatest achievements—his rescue of his father, his efforts to fight Zim, his demonstrating abundantly over and over that aliens are really real—are all dismissed by Membrane as hallucinations. It really... really doesn’t feel like Membrane is proud of Dib, in the slightest, about anything. Because there’s no evidence backing up the statement in the movie. (Or, for that matter, in the show that the movie follows.) It honestly feels like Membrane, who thinks all this is fake, is playing along with the fantasy idea that he’s got a son to be proud of, the way he plays along with the fantasy robot invasion by fighting it off.

And that would be a fair way to play that line. It would throw the whole “let’s give Dib a little more love and kindness” thing out the window completely—but yeah, deliberately playing Membrane’s “I’m proud of u” as a lie he trots out in a world that he thinks is imaginary would be a very interesting take—an exquisitely painful dagger in Dib’s heart, hearing the words but only in a context where he knows that they can’t possibly be true. From the framing of the scene, though, I’m p sure we’re supposed to consider his words 1) touching, and 2) sincere.

On the other hand, to make it actually sound sincere? We’d need something, somewhere, anywhere, to point to to show that he actually is proud of Dib. The “this is a great not-real ship” line edges close. It would take something like that, where he shows he’s proud of the things that Dib achieves that Membrane DOES believe in—the impressive surveillance equipment array in his room, the inventions he’s made in the past while chasing around Zim, etc etc. Something like that, earlier in the movie, where he shows that there are indeed things he’s seen out of Dib that he’s proud of.

A thing the movie did get right with Membrane: it actually does feel like Membrane loves Dib, even when he doesn’t believe a word he says—which is a big shift from the show. In the movie he’s just oblivious rather than neglectful. It wouldn’t be hard to jump from “love” to also including “pride,” but it doesn’t quite make that leap. Still, though, the love is there, and that’s important.

So: either make it really clear that Membrane is lying because he doesn’t think any of this is real and would like to imagine that in this fantasy world he can be proud of his son, so that it’s extra painful and we can wallow in that pain; or establish that he actually is proud of Dib and give us enough evidence that we can see that even if Dib can’t as long as he’s hanging all of his hopes on being believed about aliens; OR, hell, just have Membrane acknowledge that this is reality, accept that this will be one thing where the status-quo doesn’t snap back at the end of the movie, and have him go forth and believe in Dib in whatever hypothetical future Invader Zim projects might come to be. He shouldn’t need to believe in Dib about aliens to still be a parent who’s proud of his child—and I do like that message, even if it feels unjustified by the script in its current form—but if he did believe Dib, there would be no “... wait, really? that ain’t true” when he tells Dib he’s proud of him.

Other little things I would’ve altered: it felt sorta cheap to have this “GO TO OTHER UNIVERSES!” portal and then they didn’t go through it. they went halfway through it and jumped through some art styles but, like... When Star Wars introduces the Death Star you wanna see it blow up a planet, and then it does. When ETF introduces the Florpus you wanna see it spit Earth into another reality, but we don’t get to see that. Just a quick shot of puppet Tallest who went there instead of our main characters.

And the last: Dib hauling Zim in to show him off and then that NOT happening was sorta... hm. Someone once pointed out to me that Simpsons episodes are completely and utterly unpredictable because the plot that the episode starts on is about a million plots away from where the episode ends up; the episodes’ set-ups and the punchlines have nothing to do with each other, it’s just One Thing After Another that veers in new directions. And it sorta felt like that. We were setup for this thing and then it veered into a new direction. It didn’t feel like a twist, it didn’t feel like a subversion, it felt like we were set up to do one thing but only half-assed our way into setting up that thing before going in another direction. The plot sorta steadies out once Zim seizes control of Membrane’s lab.

Things I wanna make a note of praising though because I feel they’re particularly worth keeping:

In the show, it sorta felt like all the characters lived in their own emotional bubbles and took turns saying their own thoughts without really, like, absorbing each other’s words. It feels like they don’t acknowledge each other’s personhood/inner lives. Like, to every individual character, they are the only person who exists, and everyone else is an automaton or an NPC to them. Whereas in this movie they actually talk to each other and process each other’s words and thoughts. They converse, they don’t just take turns monologuing. That was nice. It was shockingly different—and it’s amazing, how different the movie feels from the show just from how it handled the dialogue!—but it gave their character relationships a richness that the show didn’t have.

Gir’s song is flawless. It had exactly the right tone. It was the perfect mix of banal, cheesy, catchy, and weird. I was delighted.

The characterization of the Tallest—especially their bullying that poor navigator—was also utterly flawless. Spectacular, delightful stupidity.

The computer, I think, had more personality in the movie than in the show. It had a good deal in the show, but the sass and resentment is oozing here. I love everything about it.

Foodio 3000, Clembrane, and the robot army were all wonderful characters, and I adore each and every one of them. Especially Foodio 3000, whom I would like to adopt, and not just because I can’t cook. Clembrane, I think, could still use a little polish—his character is still a little bit rough around the edges to me, I woulda worked on him a tad more—but he’s still a fine addition to the Membrane household.

#invader zim #enter the florpus #spoilers #anonymous #ask

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myshipshipsitself · 5 years

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Skipping Stones

Title: Skipping Stones Fandom: Andi Mack Character(s): Cyrus Goodman, TJ Kippen (Andi Mack and Buffy Driscoll mentioned) Ship(s): Tyrus Summary: When TJ teaches Cyrus how to skip stones, he also learns more than he expects. (Idk, I’m bad at summaries). Word Count: 2,031

Notes: Set after One in a Minyan. Not really any spoilers, but just fyi.

Cyrus wasn’t answering his phone. Not texts or the one call. He wasn’t answering at all.

There wasn’t any particular reason why TJ was calling Cyrus. It wasn’t like he was dying or anything. But it was still a bit odd that Cyrus wasn’t answering, and it was the day he’d invited TJ to come to a party at Andi’s. Some end of the school year thing that Cyrus and his friends were almost scarily excited for. Seriously, what happened at these parties? They acted like they’d all get superpowers or sprout wings or some crazy crap, the way they all went on about it.

Still, the excitement was infectious—at least Cyrus’s was—and TJ couldn’t help but be looking forward to it as well. Except that now Cyrus wasn’t answering him.

So he did the only logical thing, and went to the park. But when he got there, Cyrus wasn’t on the swings.

He frowned a bit, looking around. He could try Cyrus’s house, but— TJ paused, seeing a familiar looking figure standing over by the lake. A small smile curled across his lips as he made his way over to where Cyrus was throwing rocks into the lake.

As he got closer, he could hear the huffs of frustration each time Cyrus threw a rock into the lake, and watched in bemusement as he picked up another and threw it in the lake.

“What are you doing?” TJ called out once he was close enough.

Cyrus jumped and turned around, a looked of fearful surprise morphing into a warm smile. TJ couldn’t help but smile back as he leaned his arms against the back of the park bench a few feet away from the boy.

“Trying to skip rocks,” Cyrus said, his expression looking more defeated as he looked back sullenly at the lake.

“Do you want some help?” TJ asked, making his way around the bench to stand beside Cyrus.

“It’s hopeless,” Cyrus said with a dramatic sigh. “I’m just not destined to be good at skipping rocks.”

TJ laughed and shook his head. “Nah, you just need the right teacher,” he said. He crouched down closer to the lake, looking through the rocks until he picked out a flat, smooth one. “First lesson is picking out the right rock. One that’s not flat enough will just sink. You need one like this.” He held it up, turning it over in his palm before holding it out to Cyrus.

Cyrus took the rock, frowning at it as though it had already failed him. “Now pull your arm back, and just—“ He broke off when Cyrus threw the rock like he would throw a frisbee, too hard and too high, and it just plopped into the water like the rest of them.

“See?” Cyrus said sullenly, but TJ was still smiling at him.

“All I see is that you’re ready for lesson two,” TJ said confidently. He picked out a few more smooth, flat stones and held another one out to Cyrus. “So lesson two, it’s all in the wrist.” He showed Cyrus the right way to hold the stone, to pull his arm back, and made a slow motion demonstration of flicking his wrist the right way as he swung his arm around. It took a couple more tries, but the look on Cyrus’s face when his stone skipped once on the surface of the lake before plopping beneath the surface was worth it.

“Did you see that? I did it!” Cyrus was practically bouncing as he said it, warm, bright eyes staring at TJ for his approval.

“You did, that was amazing!” TJ said with a short laugh, clapping Cyrus on the shoulder as he looked back around to the lake as though in disbelief of what had just happened on it’s flat, shiny surface.

When they made their way back over to the bench, Cyrus chattering on excitedly about finally being able to skip stones on the lake, and being able to do a somersault, TJ listened with rapt attention. He was as interested in the stories and odd anodes coming out of Cyrus’s mouth as he was just listening to his overly excited voice—which sounded as cheesy in TJ’s head as he expected, and he wasn’t intending to dwell on it too much.

“Oh, you were calling me,” Cyrus said, picking up his phone when he sat back down not he bench and saw the amount of unanswered texts and missed call. “Sorry, I didn’t even hear my phone.”

“It’s alright, nothing important,” TJ said with a shrug. He resumed his place standing behind the bench, bent forward with his forearms leaning against the back of the bench beside Cyrus. He’d really just wanted to talk to Cyrus before the party; not for any reason in particular, just to hear his voice—which also sounded as cheesy in his head as he expected. That happened far too often, he found, when it came to Cyrus. “Just wanted to know what time you were gonna head over to Andi’s, but we can just head over there together, if you want.”

“Oh, yeah, the party,” Cyrus said, his smile fading a little. Very much unlike every other time he’d talked to TJ about the party, during which he’d sounded and acted like an overexcited puppy.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, brow furrowed in concern at the boy’s sudden change in attitude. “You were excited about the party yesterday.”

“Yeah, no, I was—am, I am excited,” Cyrus said quickly.

“Could’ve fooled me,” TJ said.

Cyrus shifted a bit uncertainly, pointedly avoiding looking TJ in the eyes as he spoke. “It’s just, Andi and Buffy— They’ve been…hinting at stuff lately, ever since the Shiva.”

“What kinda stuff?”

“Nothing—Nothing important—No, it is, important, I mean, but it’s not. It’s,” Cyrus stopped himself and took a deep breath. Despite Cyrus’s obvious discomfort, TJ couldn’t help but smile just a little at how very Cyrus his behavior was. “They just—They think I should talk to you, about something. And I don’t know that I can yet.”

“Cyrus, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?” As odd as the words felt coming out of his mouth, they were true. He’d never been very open with his friends before, he’d meant it when he said Cyrus was the only person he could really talk to, openly and honestly. He hoped Cyrus knew that the same was true in return. “You don’t have to, but you can.”

“I know,” Cyrus said slowly. “And I want to. I’m just. Scared,” he admitted quietly.

Without thinking about it, TJ reached over to put a hand on Cyrus’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “You’ve dealt with me through my dyscalculia, helped me make things right with Buffy—you actually thought it was worth it to even help me make things right with Buffy, and didn’t treat me like some jerk, idiot jock. There’s nothing you could possibly want to say to me that you need to be scared to say.”

“I’m gay,” Cyrus said it in such a rush that TJ wasn’t sure he’d heard it correctly. Or rather, it took a second for his brain to process. “And that’s not all.” Cyrus still hadn’t turned to face TJ, just staring determinedly at the lake, though TJ could feel him shaking a little under this hand. “I-I like you. And that’s—I know it’s weird, and it’s not okay, because you’re my friend—“

TJ only half heard the panicked rambling that was coming out of Cyrus’s mouth. Cyrus liked him. His best friend was gay, and liked him. He couldn’t keep the bright smile form his face. “Cyrus,” TJ tried to interrupt the rambling, but the younger boy wasn’t pausing for a breath.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want it to be weird, but I know I made it weird, and—“

“Cyrus!” TJ said a bit louder, but Cyrus still didn’t stop. The smile was starting to fade as it looked like Cyrus was about to be able to relate to Jonah on having panic attacks in about .2 seconds.

“And you probably think I’m weird, and you don’t want to be my friend—And I don’t want that. TJ, I don’t want you to stop being my friend, I’m sorry for making it weird, I didn’t mean to—“

TJ cut him off in the only way that made sense in his mind—actually it didn’t really make sense in his mind, but it was an idea that popped into his head, and he had a bad habit of just grabbing the first semi-logical or illogical idea and running with it.

TJ put a hand on Cyrus’s cheek, turning his head so the boy had no choice but to face him, and pressed a firm kiss against his lips.

It succeeded in stopping Cyrus’s nervous rambling, but TJ realized about a split second after he did it what he had done. He let himself enjoy the warm glow that seemed to engulf him for about two seconds before pulling back to see the look of complete shock on Cyrus’s face. He opened his mouth to say something, then realized he had nothing to say, and closed it again.

He hadn’t really thought this plan through very far.

It was probably only a second or two, but it felt like hours before Cyrus broke the silence. “You kissed me,” he stated, his voice a mixture of shock and awe.

“Yeah,” TJ answered, unable to form any other words. The smile seemed to from on Cyrus’s face in slow motion, lighting up his face in a way that made it impossible for TJ to not smile back at him just as brightly.

“You like me back?” Despite the answer being obvious, Cyrus’s tone still formed a question, and TJ had to force down a laugh.

“And here I thought I was being subtle,” TJ said in a deadpan tone that made Cyrus crinkle his nose and shove at TJ’s shoulder. TJ laughed and leaned back to knock his arm against Cyrus’s shoulder, though more gently than he’d been shoved. “Now that that’s been cleared up, wanna head over to Andi’s?”

“Yes!” Cyrus cried out so excitedly that TJ had to laugh. He stood up, holding a hand out to Cyrus over the back of the bench, and watched Cyrus’s face, if it was possible, brighten even more. Cyrus was—and TJ hated how cheesy it even sounded in his head, but there was no other way to describe it—glowing. His eyes were wide and bright, his smile brilliant, his entire body bouncing as he stood from the bench, he was practically exuding pure light and energy as he reached out to take TJ’s hand.

TJ was starting to walk around the side of the bench to join Cyrus, but the younger boy apparently had other plans, and TJ watched with no small amount of concern as he stepped up not the bench and attempted to hop over the back of it to join TJ. Except that his foot caught the back of the bench and he nearly face planted on the ground, if it hadn’t been for TJ’s arm instinctively shooting out to catch him around the chest. He laughed, holding onto Cyrus until he had both his feet properly underneath him again, and shook his head.

“You could’ve just walked around the bench, you know,” TJ teased.

Cyrus made a face at him, shoving his chest, though TJ held on tight this time, one hand clutching Cyrus’s at their sides, the other wrapped around Cyrus’s back. Tj couldn’t help himself, and leaned down to press a brief kiss against Cyrus’s cheek before pulling back so they could walk side by side, hands swinging between them and shoulders bumping against each other as they walked.

Just before they reached the edge of the park, Cyrus stopped, his head falling back and a long groan escaping his lips.

“What is it?” TJ asked, stopping beside him and watching the odd expression on his face.

“Buffy’s gonna say ‘I told you so.’"

#tyrus #tyrus fanfic #cyrus goodman #tj kippen #fanfic #idk why this just popped into my head when I was at work today #now that cyrus was able to say the word gay #i have more hope for the future of tyrus actually being Confirmed

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barbika1508 · 5 years

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Under the weather (Park Jimin x Reader /Fluff)

Word Count: 5,5k

Genre: Fluff, Angst a bit, Heavy feels, Romance

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: ‘’Why am I the only one always caring for everyone else and nobody bats and eye when it comes to me? Its selfish isn’t it?!?!’’

Jimin P.O.V.

I stare defeatedly at the lock and back at my key. Then I try again to slide it into the lock, but it slides away. My arm arches with the single movement, but grabbing onto the knob using unnecessary force the key finally slides in, and twists unlocking the doors finally letting me pass through.

‘’Honeyyyyyy I’m home!!!!!’’ I call out jokingly this line never getting old despite it being over used and most importantly cheesy. But Y/N has never shied away from it, or scolded me too bad for it so reason more to use it as long as I can. I glance around the dark room, quick to turn on the light. I simply kick of the sneakers I have on as I’ll be putting the same ones on tomorrow morning so I shouldn’t get to badly scolded for leaving them out in the open, meanwhile her own shoes are nowhere in sight meaning they have been put into the bureau properly. Even her coat is properly hung up, so I make effort to put my own there as well, along with the scarf she actually knitted for me a year ago. I smile at the mismatched patterns clear on the orange color, but it’s endearing. She did swear never to knit anything ever but I’m sure I can persuade her otherwise because the scarf works, its actually so soft and warm and smells good from when she washed it a week ago.

Only now as I pause for a moment, I notice the silence ‘’Jagiya?’’ I call out not getting back a reply. I don’t ever hear anything indicating that she’s watching a show, or listening to music. Uh oh bad sign. She always has something turned on in the background, always. I skip over the slippers she got me ready to put on, and rush through the hallway past the empty but clean-living room. How do I know? I can smell the apple scented cleaner that was used to wipe the floor. Kitchen is empty, dining room too and then I’m dropping my bag in front of the bathroom, but stopping before our bedroom, the door half opened. It’s still dark so peeking inside I make sure not to scare her. She has her back turned to me, and is lying on her side of the bed. But that’s it she’s just lying there covered by a blanket meaning she has been in that state for a while.

Getting my phone out of the sweats I have on, I quickly open up our chat reading through to see any indication for how truly upset she is. Oh, how didn’t I notice this before her lack of enthusiasm, the lack of emojis and the simple plain answers. The I love you I know isn’t fake in the end but the other stuff makes me worried, because I’ve been the one ranting to her mostly and of course she listened and replied supporting me, but she hasn’t even said one thing about her day except…oh.

<3 My everything <3 – Just feeling…I don’t know…it’s probably nothing maybe the weather.

And I replied with an overly cheerful encouragement not even asking her further on, I brushed it off as the next bubble had me exclaiming about a puppy, I passed on the way to the dorms to join the boys before manager hyung came to pick us up. I’m an asshole. I know we have…do we…I pad away quietly to the kitchen noticing the teapot on the stove, but approaching it the teabags weren’t placed in. Okay so tea check, bread check, her favorite…yes that check, ice cream, check. Okay.

Rolling up my sleeves I’m quick to put on the flashlight on my phone and place it on the counter, leaning my phone against the toaster. I make the sandwiches like I’ve made them a millionth times before, but I make them more delicately cutting the salami, the cheese and basically everything that she likes I put in and place it even aesthetically so leaving the finished sandwiches (even for myself because I’m hungry but she comes first) on the counter, and make quick work of squeezing some oranges into juice by hand, because the machine is to loud.

Finishing that up, I make my way back to the door of our bedroom. She hasn’t switched position, but she does have her hand outstretched upwards, bending and unbending her fingers.

So, I take my phone in hand and back away, writing up a message.

PJM – My love I’m home please don’t be spooked, I’m going to enter through the door alright?

And send. I wait for a moment happy that she has sound on, on her phone unlike having it off like most of the time. But nothing changes, she doesn’t say anything or shifts because the mattress would creak. It’s why she has the perfect excuse to cuddle up to me and hog my space as my side of the bed is fine. Putting my phone away I knock gently on the door, and peek inside putting on a smile hoping she’ll cheer up at least a bit by seeing me.

‘’Hey there.’’ I try cheerfully but keep my tone even ‘’What are you up to? Hiding away from the world?’’ I push the door open as she turns around looking at me with an emotionless expression, but she moved which I’m taking as a win.

‘’Sorta.’’ She mumbles and lies back down onto her back now, as I walk over to the end of the bed.

‘’Can I join in??’’ I ask receiving a shrug in return. But I eagerly and with a slight bounce rush over towards her intentionally falling face first, head hitting the mattress next to her hip so I don’t hurt her. Peeking up she has her head turned towards the windows instead, so I raise up and plop myself next to her side, propping my head up on my left arm, while with my right I wait for a moment ‘’Jagiya?’’ I ask now getting more worried with her lack of response.

‘’Sorry.’’ She apologizes out of the blue making me instantly worry that something bad has happened, and my body tenses up I’m ready to murder someone if I have to but, in the end, I freeze as she shifts properly, turning around onto her side and goes in for a tight hug. She slides her right arm expertly under and past my face not touching it, wrapping it around the back of my head, the other just getting thrown over me as she pulls us both flush.

‘’Whoa…’’ I let out mesmerized but quickly wrap my arms around her and drop my head, resting my chin over her head ‘’Hey. You’re okay.’’ I speak softly caressing her back gently but luckily no sob follows like I’ve half expected it to. If there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s her tears and crying, I absolutely find it heartbreaking.

‘’It’s just…’’ she starts and then sighs her breath slightly tickling me over my neck, but I only readjust and pull her closer to reassure her even more.

‘’You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to, jagiya. I can just keep holding you, and will never ever, ever let you go.’’ I demonstrate it by squeezing her tightly with each and every word. She actually chuckles which melts my heart instantly. Her laughter is one of my favorite sounds in the world. (Besides her moans.)

‘’Eventually…’’

‘’Nope!’’ I exclaim in protests just holding her tight not letting her move away an inch ‘’EVER!’’ I go on dramatically, rising and wrapping my right leg around her which has her grunting but ending up in giggles instantly making me grin, and the worry to fall a bit from my shoulders.

‘’Jiminieee…’’ he protests half-heartedly but wraps her arms tighter around me.

‘’Neverrrrr.’’ I sing to her instead as the chuckles continue. I simply grin and lessen a bit of my hold, to lean back and cup her face to take a proper look at her. Gorgeous as ever even if her face is slightly swollen, I’m noticing now, which means she took a nap earlier ‘’Hi.’’ I greet once her eyes flutter up meting my own. At this angle that she is looking at me she looks so innocent, and pure despite me knowing she’s anything but that. Gods she’s so gorgeous, I’m so lucky that she stuck at my side despite knowing all the pros and many cons if she ended up dating me.

She remained stubborn, even when I didn’t love myself and when I was the darkest with my thoughts. It all piled up, stress and the pressure, and my own need to be perfect at what I do. It all ended failing, it felt to me like I was the biggest failure and undeserving to be where I am, but she was there even when I said horrible, horrible words and pushed her away. Even if she did have her own demons since I met her its why when I asked her to be with me it was a loud ‘NO’ in the beginning and disbelief because she though she wasn’t worth being with me.

I remember laughing at her because it was so surreal. This perfect girl, that was trying her best and actually was a good person and didn’t pretend around us from the start she thought she didn’t deserve to be even in our presence. But she did call out Taehyung when he tried flirting with her and almost left the party, we were at which I took the opportunity to steal her for myself. It was the third time we met, the first one was in the lobby of the company. I was laughing so hard at Jeongguk I threw my head back and she just so happened to be passing by and I almost knocked her out.

She was so loud about it, and even if she’s younger she scolded me properly in front of the three employees working there at that time. Jeongguk of course hasn’t let it go ever since then.

‘’Hi.’’ She greets smiling back but ends up huffing her breath smelling of strawberries ‘’How was your day?’’ my lips stretch out again, as she has relaxed and is now acting like herself. The magic of cuddles.

‘’You know how it was I’ve texted a whole novel over texts. You tell me how your day was I wanna know. Did you get my note?’’

For a moment she glances away my heart clenching thinking she missed it but then she nods and leans in pressing a quick kiss to my lips ‘’You are the best boyfriend ever and I truly don’t deserve you!’’ she replies tone light but the choice of words has me looking at her closely. I bring my hand back to her cheek to look at her properly.

‘’Y/N-ah...my love, what’s wrong?’’ I ask getting serious hating myself for wiping the smile from her face, her features faltering due to my question. She averts her eyes, hand tightening its hold onto the back of my shirt that she’s gripping ‘’Tell me what are you thinking or feeling. It’s okay if you don’t know it yourself what you’re feeling or where your thoughts are going, it can be confusing and frustrating…’’

‘’So frustrating.’’ She agrees with a whisper bringing her head closer to hide her face from me. As much as I want to watch her expressions, I let her be, understanding what’s going on with her. I’ve found myself in this kind of state more times than I can count, but she always is patient with me, and understanding and does so much more, goes above and beyond to make me feel safe, and eventually myself and feeling happy again. Once she argued with manager hyung, I think she’d beat him up if it wasn’t for the other members interfering. She got banned from coming to the company till the end of promotions last year but, she says she still doesn’t regret it. Because due to her outrage we got another much-needed free day to rest, which turned out being the best decision made.

‘’I just…’’ she huffs out again sounding annoyed properly ‘’I feel like…like I’m…’’ I simply lie still and caress her back, running my hands up and down hoping it’s soothing her enough ‘’It’s stupid.’’

‘’It’s not stupid.’’ I quickly reply frowning ‘’How can it be stupid if it’s overwhelming you like this? Or making you feel numb?’’ I try glancing down at her but she’s unmoving so I simply press a kiss to her head as she mumbles back a ‘’ ‘S both.’’ Quietly into my chest ‘’It’s not stupid jagiya, it’s what you are feeling.’’

‘’Feelings are stupid.’’ Comes back a grumpy reply which makes me chuckle.

‘’Won’t disagree on that but can’t agree either. I like the feeling of love, which gets intense-er the more time I spend in your presence and with you or whenever I even look at you.’’ I admit ‘’Wouldn’t trade that for the world.’’

But silence follows and I have a feeling I’ve hit a nerve ‘’I don’t deserve you.’’ Comes back a whisper her voice cracking mid-sentence ‘’I don’t…ah…’’

‘’Jagiya…’’

‘’No just…I feel as if I’m annoying, like annoying you on so many levels but it’s not only you to be honest it’s with everyone that I feel like it! Like I’m annoying them with the way I speak, the way I behave, and have my opinions, even the way I text! Annoying, annoying, annoying, and it’s just that you’re all so nice and don’t want to say anything to me that’s what’s bothering me! Like the others my best friend didn’t even figure out I’m not okay, she just brushed it off and that’s alright I’m being selfish again but it’s like we’ve been friends for so long I know when she’s off and it’s not fair. Why am I the only one always caring for everyone else and nobody bats and eye when it comes to me? Its selfish isn’t it?!?!’’

I have my mouth pressed shut, glaring at the corner of the nightstand as I listen to her rant, words cutting deep because I know what she’s feeling ‘’They are the selfish ones and you know it.’’ I manage to whisper it out.

‘’They are, aren’t they?! I mean I understand it completely that they have their own problems I do, because I’m the one listening to whatever is troubling them, I’m fine with it even giving advice, or helping out no problem, I don’t want them being sad or upset or anything but me?! I haven’t talked to my friends for 2 days, like none of them even said hi, why do I have to always be the one to initiate the conversations?! Even over text; nothing. Did anyone call me? No of course not. Am I exaggerating because it’s only been 2 days? No, I’m not. I call for example F/N Unnie by the end of the day if she isn’t replying or blow up her phone and now from her? Nothing. I’m done, I’m so done with them.’’ she lets out a shaky breath in the end clearly emotions overwhelming her.

‘’But all of this doesn’t make you selfish Y/N-ah. You just want a bit of attention that’s all, doesn’t make you selfish. Compared to me it’s nothing, compared how greedy I am for valuation, for approval, for even the slightest compliment, how nasty I am how…’’ she shuts me up using the most fool proof method of them all. She raises her head up and leans in kissing me.

The kiss is awkward as I was mid-speech and her lips press against my lower one brushing over my lower teeth, but my brain is quick to jumpstart and properly kiss her in return, feeling this need this want to just kiss her better. It ends too fast for my liking, but it’s for the better so it doesn’t get heated too quickly. She needs to get things off her chest that’s what important for now.

‘’Jiminie.’’ She speaks clearly tugging her hands back, which has me tightening my hold onto her instead as fear strikes through me thinking she’s going to get up and leave, but she brings her hands up to cup my cheeks and to make me look at her ‘’Stop.’’ The word is simple and clear but it confuses me ‘’I love you being greedy for my attention, and I love complimenting you because you are amazing through and through and with whatever you do!’’ my heart starts pounding in my chest ‘’You are too critical to yourself and you know it and I know it even more, because…’’

‘’It hurts you like it hurts me seeing you say that you’re selfish and annoying.’’ I interrupt her staring at her slightly stunned expression ‘’It hurts me Y/N-ah. Because you know how utterly obsessed, I’m with you, and that I could never find you even remotely annoying. Or selfish. Heck I want you to be more selfish, way more! I want you to let me spoil you properly, I want to get you so many things I want to cook for you more, I want to stay at home more, I want you to come with me wherever I have to go, I do I don’t think it would be too much. I just want you, all the time 24/8!’’ at the last words she does manage a smile, but accepts me leaning my forehead against her own, her hands lowering down over my chest. She can probably feel how my heart is pounding.

‘’It is why I don’t deser…’’

‘’Don’t you dare finish that sentence.’’ My voice turns deep in warning, frustration raising ‘’Don’t you dare.’’ I repeat myself as she stares at me with wide eyes ‘’It hurts me so much, that you still after all this time after the shit I made you go through that you still don’t appreciate yourself as much as I do. What does it even mean that you don’t deserve me? Y/N-ah if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t’ be here at all! I would be probably properly depressed, and would neglect everything, but you were there and kept repeatedly picking up my broken pieces and the ones I kept breaking myself, and glued them perfectly together so now I am who I am thanks to you! It’s true yeah, I’m critical I want to be perfect I do strive for that, but I’m not so hard on myself as I used to be. So, what if my voice cracks during a concert it happens, or I don’t perform my choreography completely perfect like I want to, it doesn’t matter.’’ I end up whispering the last part ‘’Do you like me for who I am?’’ I find myself feeling suddenly very insecure even though I can assume safely her answer is going to be yes.

‘’I love you. I absolutely love every and each piece of you.’’ She states back sounding almost offended for me asking her something like this.

‘’I’m satisfied with that.’’ her eyes widen as I smile due to her words, something inside me clicking even more with gratefulness, and this sort of fluffiness ‘’The thing is, this has been a while now how I’ve been feeling, and the truth; if you are happy I’m happy.’’

She scoffs at that ‘’Talk about cheesy.’’

‘’But it’s true. If you deem my performance good then it’s good. If it’s perfect then I was perfect. If it was bad I’m sure you’d tell me…’’ she chuckles shying away suddenly which does bring a small smile to my lips the tension lifting finally.

‘’You do realize that’s more pressure on me, right?’’

‘’Don’t look at it that way. Have faith in yourself.’’ I quickly reply as she lets out a shaky breath her fingers curling up and hands rest over my chest instead.

‘’It’s not…it is, I’m trying. It just sucks when I go above and beyond for everyone like I said and I don’t get anything in return.’’ she mumbles in the end to which I hum my agreement.

‘’I understand you completely my love.’’ I agree regretfully so. I’m an idol being taken advantage of is nothing new, and I’ve gotten used to not be as personally invested into things as I used to. Because its less pain for me when in the end the things turn into a flop. I’m hating that things like these are happening to her because she doesn’t deserve it.

‘’Ah well, fuck ‘em.’’ She suddenly states and then pulls back surprising me completely as she sits up rising both arms in the air to show off her ‘muscles’ ‘’I’m strong!’’ she declares but catches herself before she can fall back as the angle she lifted herself was awkward ‘’I don’t need them!’’ she goes on and shifts so that she’s facing me ‘’I have you!!!’’ I only blink at her at the confidence and the grin she’s offering ‘’I don’t need all those fake assholes! Not the first time I’ve been ignored or left alone. But the difference is I have you, so who cares about them!!! Right?!’’

‘’Right!’’ I cheer with her ‘’Plus you do have my members you know they adore you, and some are probably forming plans how to steal you away.’’ I glance around the room for affect putting on a cautious expression which makes her laugh but move again, as she goes to straddle me. As I want to ask what she’s doing she leans in, hands finding my own while her soft lips touch mine, the kiss easy and it says a million things.

‘’They can try all they want, I’ll never be the one even remotely close to even wanting or thinking of leaving you.’’ Her words are genuine and make my heart soar ‘’So fuck them all!!’’ she raises her tone and sits up tugging onto my hands to do the same, but ends up sighing as I manage to sit up with her in my lap still, my arms wrapping around her waist so I can hold onto her. I stare up at her worried at the sudden dip in her mood ‘’I’m selfish.’’ She states to which I immediately shake my head.

‘’You’re not…’’ I want to argue but she gently reaches up with her hands, cupping my cheeks and shushes me gently.

‘’I’m not being fair to you.’’ She states which I only blink in confusion at her ‘’Here I am talking about being ignored, and wanting attention when I have you. You’re like perfection, there hasn’t been a more perfect boyfriend and man in this world than you. Honestly what was I even thinking?’’ she goes to grab her hair as she stares at me in disbelief.

‘’Don’t say nonsense, jagi.’’

‘’I’m not!’’ her tone goes higher and he cups my face again, squishing them practically ‘’Honestly, I’m so blind and…’’

‘’Okay I’m going to stop you right there!’’ I raise my tone getting her attention before she can drift off into her own world and feel even worse ‘’My love I’m gone most of the time. I’m not perfect not even close. We’re not even in a normal relationship!’’ at this she cocks her head to the side eyebrows furrowed as she turns to glare at me but lets me continue ‘’When I’m away I can’t even answer your phone calls or texts if you need me. We can’t talk much, when I’m traveling there’s the time zones which fucks up your sleeping schedule, if someone is perfect it’s you because you do everything to accommodate to me and that is not selfish at all you’re talking absolute nonsense.’’ My heart is pounding in my chest as I stare at her seriously. I want her to see and feel what I do. She does so much for me but the things she does I know she doesn’t consider as something special or much because that’s just how kind and nice and gracious and gorgeous she is as a person.

‘’I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you, how can’t you see that?! Idol aside I’m not…much…’’ and I didn’t think my insecurities would resurface so suddenly out of the blue. I feel tears prickle behind my eyelids and this isn’t about me damnit. I glance towards the ceiling, as she leans in close but doesn’t kiss me.

‘’Are we really both so dumb?’’ she asks surprising me ‘’But maybe that’s why we are right for one another. You don’t see my flaws and I don’t see your flaws because they don’t exist…’’

‘’Jagiya.’’’

‘’’Okay, okay, my point is that…oh gods how cheesy. We’re meant to be.’’ She states and then squeals hiding her face in her palms while I beam instead, despite the cheesiness the words feel so right and so fitting.

‘’I’d like to think so, yeah.’’ I agree while she groans sounding annoyed but I know she’s not, the cheesiness is what is making her embarrassed but not about us two ‘’So it’s okay if you feel, like you do. I receive so much love day to day, it can get overwhelming and I love Army, I adore them but am I…(doing enough)? Ah on some days…well you know.’’ the trickle of guilt and neediness crawls up my spine as well, and I just want to be reassured if I’m doing a good job in general. I feel like I’m lacking in showing back my love, towards Army, my members and specially towards her given that she feels left out, because she isn’t. If I could I would be with her all the time and also if she wasn’t so stubborn, she’d come with us everywhere! I’d make it work no matter what.

But it’s her wish to remain here so I respect it. I want to give her so much, but she’s the selfless one she doesn’t need much to be strong, and independent. She’s always been better than me in that regard like an iron pillar, unbendable and unbreakable. And yet its days like this when the foundations crack. But we’re only human it’s normal.

‘’Jiminie.’’ She speaks out from under her hands and looks at me lovingly leaning in to press a soft kiss against my left cheek ‘’You’re amazing in everything you do.’’ she starts the words quickly igniting the butterflies in my stomach while she goes to press anther kiss on my other cheek ‘’In dancing nobody can rival you…’’ another kiss ‘’In looks, you’re so fucking hot, and gorgeous and sexy, and my mochi…’’ I can’t help but to giggle at the words she uses her kisses getting more frequent over my face ‘’Your voice is so smooth, and soothing and it’s my favorite sound, even if you are snorting…’’ at that I give her a ‘oh-really’ look that has her giggling, but she leans in and presses a kiss to my lips as I watch her expectantly wanting more of her compliments and praise ‘’I’m in love with you, with all my soul and being, it’s crazy how fucking much I care and adore you and love you, and how the fuck do you even like me back?!’’ she ends up looking at me incredulously.

‘’Oh, you really want to go down that road?’’ I ask getting ready to fire back all the reasons of why she is amazing and better than me in everything, but she shakes her head and leans in giving me Eskimo kisses, just melting my heart even more at how cute she is.

‘’I’m good!!’’ she replies back childishly almost making me scrunch up my nose as I smile back at her ‘’I just…I’m sorry.’’ She suddenly flips which makes me completely serious as I look at her, my hands around her tightening.

‘’You have nothing to be sorry for.’’ I’m quick to say hurting because she does this every time. I can reveal everything to her and don’t feel guilty about it because she made it comfortable enough for me to do that. And yet she still feels guilty whenever she speaks her mind like this, and I hate it. I want her to be open to me and not feel remorse or anything along those lines.

‘’I…I…’’ she ends up huffing but her expression is relaxed almost goofy as she looks at me, hand reaching up again to run her fingers through my hair pushing it back but she ends up playing with it as I focus onto her features; the way her eyes are looking at me, her soft lips, nose making me want to kiss it ‘’I love you.’’ She ends up stating eyes shifting down onto me finally, determination written in them. I know this look, I always look at her like this; lovestruck. That’s what I can describe the look as ‘’And you’re enough. Even if you are away so much. I rather have you than everyone else. I’d rather be alone and only have you.’’

‘’You don’t have to.’’ I reply worriedly that she’s going to isolate herself from others. I did it once, and I have to thank her for her stubbornness as she got me back from my dark thoughts. Yet again.

‘’I mean…I’m not going to, but I just want you to know I’ve made up my mind.’’ Her hands raise to my shoulders as she keeps me away from her ‘’You are the only one I need in my life, could ever want and are the only one I will want forever…’’ my cheeks flush with heat at the words because of the amount of her serious demander and the way she speaks to me ‘’Deal with it.’’ I blink at her the words completely different which prompts her to start laughing out loud, while I stare at her incredulously.

I’m in love with her there’s no doubt about it and I know she knows that, but to hear her say and confess her love for me that is genuine and not fan driven is still…I still feel like I’m dreaming. But I keep it to myself and shake my head, staring in wonder as she shakes in my hold giggling face scrunched up adorably, hands patting my chest gently ‘’I love you!’’ she sings totally having switched into a playful mood. Good. Because the unresponsive one she was in broke my heart.

‘’Lie! I love you more!’’ I exclaim which has her gasping.

‘’Impossible!!!’’ she goes on playfully as I shake my head and reach up to push my hair back but she’s quicker ‘’Let me!’’ she rushes pushing her fingers again like before gently through my hair as is stare at her.

‘’I love you.’’ I say more seriously her eyes darting down, startled a bit. She looks like she’s in sort of a trance for a moment but then ends up grinning genuinely, her cheeks colouring into a nice shade of pink. Its dark yes but I don’t miss anything when it comes to her.

‘’I love you too Park Jimin.’’ I roll my eyes immediately at her using my full name.

‘’You’re adding more cheese on.’’ I mumble as she leans in for a hug while I start shifting us towards the end of the bed.

‘’It’s all your fault.’’ She sings instead holding on ‘’Where are you moving us?’’

‘’Kitchen.’’ I reply planting my feet on the ground the plan I thought of before still in motion ‘’I made us sandwiches, and I know you finished downloading that movie you wanted me to watch so; Food and movies. Would you L/N Y/N like to join me on a movie night date and give me the pleasure of your company and many unrequired comments during the movie?’’

She has leaned back long before my question, and now she gasps offendedly but can’t stop grinning as she stares at me ‘’You’re so mean to me I don’t know if I should!’’

‘’Too late.’’ I sing and stand up with her in my arms readjusting my grip under her thighs as she wraps herself around me like a koala. She surprises me with another gentle kiss on my cheek.

‘’You’re the best in the whole world and I’m really glad I’ve met you.’’ The words catch me off guard making me stop in the middle of the room, to look at her. She looks shy all out of the suddenly making my heart pound at the way she’s looking at me like a puppy practically while my cheeks flare up. I’m going to engrave her words in my mind, and into my brain for forever. I feel like I could fucking fly right now.

‘’You’re my blessing and my saviour jagiya. I’m really happy I met you too.’’

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Guardians of the Galaxy: Part 2 (Peter Quill x Reader)

Part 1

A/N: Here is the second part for my Guardians of the Galaxy series. I don't like the first part too much because Peter isn't in it, but at least it gives a little backstory on the reader.

Warnings: swearing, mild violence, fluff

26 YEARS LATER

MORAG 2014

You step out of your spaceship letting the breeze on the abandoned planet blow through you. Surrounding you are rocks and debris that appear to be populated by small, rodent-like creatures. How the hell are you supposed to find some fancy orb here? You spin around trying to find clues. There's nothing intriguing. All of the rocks look misshapen, out of place, falling apart. The debris floats across the ground or rests on top of rock formations. The creatures lurk creepily, sending shivers down your spine. It's hopeless. There are no possible hints leading to your end goal. On the brink of giving up, you think back to your sister: Gamora. You managed to escape the wrath of Thanos almost two decades ago, but she didn't.

Not long after your departure from Thanos' ship, you became a petty thief, making a bit of money here and there, sometimes at the cost of others whose items you were swiping. But, amidst the fun you had, there were melancholy times of loneliness where you longed for your friends again. Shortly after being taken from Terra, you, Gamora, and Nebula grew inseparable. You were sisters. The sisters you chose to leave behind in order to escape, only helping yourself. Recently, you ran into Gamora, the now tough assassin who had every right to be mean to you after skipping town on her and Nebula. But, she always had a soft spot for you, randomly being abducted and only trying to get out of whatever Thanos had planned, so she forgave you.

Gamora told you about how she and Nebula turned against each other after you left, longing for you to return and bring the friendship back somehow. She talked about how Thanos had become more powerful and menacing as time went on, and she was planning on betraying him through Ronan. Ronan is one of the Kree people who is working with Thanos in order to bring equality to the universe. He needs the orb to gain strength, which is exactly what Gamora promised to bring him. Obviously, she is not going to follow through and she actually intends on selling it to a third party. This third party is willing to pay a copious amount of units, something you love. You could use a few units to fix up your ship and it feels amazing having Gamora back as a friend, so she let you assist her in her plan.

That's why you're on Morag, scoping a dusty, old planet and looking for some fruity orb. To make the search possible, you need your beloved walkman. You put in your headphones and strap the device to your pants. Upon pressing play, you instantly recognize the song. Letting the rhythm take you, you start wandering the planet on a hunt for the orb.

Peter Quill waltzes out of the Milano, walkman at his hip, per usual. He is looking for some kind of orb. The same orb you are currently searching for yourself. Yondu sent Peter to Morag in search of the orb, however, he is destined to retrieve it before Yondu and make a little bank for himself. Upon reaching a flat area, Peter retracts his mask and presses play on his walkman. "Come and Get Your Love" by Redbone starts playing and he instantly picks up with the melody. He dances and sings along, never missing a beat after hearing the song so many times. He kicks some rocks and creatures out of his way, enjoying himself as he continues to get closer to his destination.

Hearing a noise, Peter immediately comes to a halt. He can hear someone moving near him, but he also hears...music? He takes his headphones off and presses pause on the walkman. He still hears the faded notes to a legendary song. Not only does he know this song, but he loves this song. Turning around in circles, he sees the source of the noise. His mouth falls agape as he looks at you, dancing, completely oblivious to everything around you.

"If you like piña coladas,

and getting caught in the rain,"

You belt your heart out into the lyrics as the song plays on your walkman. You sway your hips to the beat, finding the rhythm and making a fool of yourself as you move to it. You've become immune to dancing and singing alone in the comfort of your own ship that the thought of another being witnessing you has never crossed your mind. The days alone on your ship are spent blaring one of your tapes at an unhealthy volume and following all of the songs you know so damn well. Although you couldn't dance to save your own life, you lack embarrassment and just look so confident doing it that it almost looks good. Does Peter find this cute? Hell yeah, he does.

"If you're not into yoga,

if you have half a brain,"

You continue to sing as you head in the same direction as Peter, who is still in shock at this lovely woman in front of him. A Terran? With a walkman? That likes the same music he does? That's the dream! You are absolutely breathtaking to him. He finds himself infatuated by your awful dancing and off-pitch singing. Snapping out of his gaze, he returns to his casanova demeanor and upturns the corners of his mouth into a smirk as he saunters over to you.

"If you like making love at midnight,

in the dunes of the-"

Your singing is cut off by a man who stands in front of you, holding the earbuds he just took out of your ears in the middle of your jam session. Your face heats up slightly at the fact you were just dancing like no one was watching because you really did believe that no one was watching. You slowly lift your head up to meet the man's eyes. He wears a confident smirk and a smoldering gaze as he leans against the rock pile next to him. He eyes you up and down, not ashamed to check you out. It's flattering.

"What's funny is that I do, in fact, like piña coladas and gettin’ caught in the rain," he says, continuing to let his eyes linger on your body.

Trying to act annoyed, you roll your eyes at him, but you can't help stifling a quaint laugh at the cheesy line he just fed you. "Good one," you retort, crossing your arms and stepping past him towards a flight of stairs.

"Don't you like makin’ love at midnight?" he calls out after you. You quietly giggle, again. Why is his goofy charm working on you? Hopefully, he didn't hear you laugh. He follows you up the stairs as you open the large doors, revealing a dark cave. On a podium, sits a glowing ball, which you naturally assume is the orb.

You walk over to it and the man grabs your wrist. "And just what in the hell do you think you're doin'?" he questions you, slightly pulling you back from the orb.

"Probably retrieving this strange ball that appears to have the importance of Luke Skywalker's lightsaber or something," you huff. Peter's eyes widen at your reference to Star Wars, something nobody else in the galaxy would know but him. You raise an eyebrow at his silence and dropped jaw. "So, you know, I'm doing exactly what I came here for."

He chuckles at your words, a sincere laugh, and you can't help but smile. "Sounds like something I would say about this stupid thing," he says. You shrug, still impressed you made him laugh. Peter follows the outline of your figure with eyes again, followed by genuine eye contact. "You're from Terra."

"Wow, Sherlock, I'm impressed." The words spit out of your mouth sarcastically, but only with good intentions. "How else would I know about Star Wars?"

"You make a valid point."

You shake your head and lean towards the orb again. "I know. Can I get back to my job now?"

"No!" Peter yanks you back from the orb. "You're all wrong about retrieving it, darlin', it makes me think you're a terrible theif. You can't just grab shit like this. Here, allow me to demonstrate." With a cocky wriggle of his eyebrows, he pulls something out of his bag and lays it down on the ground. The orb slowly gravitates toward it and sure enough, it works. He picks up the orb and tosses it up in the air playfully.

You try your hardest to not act impressed. "Rad," you mutter. "Thanks a lot."

He gently places the orb in your hands and flashes you a bright grin. "You're very welcome. The name's Peter, by the way, Peter Quill, but people call me Star-Lord."

"Well, Star-Lord, I'm Y/N, Y/N L/N, and people don't call me by a silly, code name."

Peter shifts uncomfortably and rolls his eyes at you. "It's an outlaw name," he mumbles.

Suddenly, the doors are thrown open and several Kree men flood in. The leader, Korath, is followed by his henchmen that fill the room, surrounding you and Peter.

"Drop it!" Korath commands. The henchmen grab you and Peter, and you instinctively place the orb down on the ground.

"Hey! Relax. It's not a problem."

Peter backs you up. "Yeah, no problem at all."

Korath picks up the orb and inspects it. "How do you know about this?"

"I don't even know what that is. I'm just a junker, man. We were just...just checking stuff out," Thankfully, Peter talks first, so you don't have to come up with some lie to get out of this situation. Not that he did any better with the talking.

"You don't look like a junker. You're wearing Ravager garb!" Korath shouts as his henchmen begin to prod you and Peter with their guns.

"This is just an outfit, man," he states as one of the henchmen pushes you harshly closer to Peter. "Ninja Turtle, you better stop pokin' her." You grin at his words, making sure to hold back your laughter given your current state.

"What is your name?" Korath asks, turning to you.

"Y/N L/N."

"And you?" he gestures to Peter.

"My name is Peter Quill, okay? Dude, chill out."

"Move!" he shouts.

You raise your eyebrows in confusion. "Why?"

"Ronan may have questions for you." Shit, you do not need to see Ronan right now, or ever.

Peter puts a stop to their movement. "Hey, you know what? There's another name you might know me by," he says, smirking yet again. "Star-Lord"

Korath curls his face up in confusion. "Who?"

Peter sighs deeply. "Star-Lord, man. Legendary outlaw." He turns to the henchmen. "Guys?" The men say nothing and on Korath's command, they usher you and Peter towards the door again.

"Oh, fuck this," you state, throwing a nod to Peter who nods right back, ready for action. You kick the man who was holding you back and take his gun from him. You use it to hit him on the head as well as shoot the few men next to him, knocking them out. You quickly dash for the door but feel like you can't leave without Peter. You take a look behind you. He activates his mask and shoots at the remaining henchmen. He tries to pick up the orb, struggling with Korath. Finally, Korath goes down and falls unconscious after another shot from Peter's gun. You're surprised at what a good team you the two of you make.

Switching on his rocket boots, Peter flies past you, grabbing you by the waist and scooping you up to fly with him. Only in the air for a few moments, you take this time to actually check him out. His mask is covering his face but you already know he is handsome with those mossy, green eyes and arrogant smirk. He has dirty, blonde hair that isn't super messy but dismantled enough to make it attractive. He has a tall build and you can feel his muscular arms press against you as you both land back on the ground.

Damn, you have the hots for a man who calls himself Star-Lord.

Part Three: Here

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incomprehensiblelentils · 5 years

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caroilne/bennett

ah friend!!!! you know me so well

whomst is ready for me to talk about my dearest obscure OTP!!

Random headcanon

Why I started shipping themI mean. have you seen Eliza Dushku and Summer Glau interact. have you ever seen Eliza Dushku interact with a woman. But seriously, so I started watching Dollhouse just because Summer was in it, and the character of Bennett grabbed me immediately. It is probably bad how much I can relate to her, in a way. From her POV, Caroline was this beautiful interesting whirlwind of a girl who saw how weird Bennett was, and she loved that about her. She supported Bennett and helped her, and in return, Bennett was prepared to do almost anything for her. And then, after Caroline abandoned her (even though it was for her own good!! even though Caroline was trying to protect her!!), Bennett was so angry and hurt that she basically didn’t trust anybody ever again. It is so tragic and 100000% up my alley. I can trace at least part of like 90% of my current ships and their dynamics back to this one ship.

An au I want to seeI had an elaborate plan sketched out for a Dollhouse murder mystery AU where they were cop partners who were going to solve the murder of a famous show jumper. I have no idea where that notebook went and I don’t think anyone would care even if I tried, but I couldn’t resist my girls plus horses lol.

How do they get together?I always figured that a couple months into their being roommates they were just hanging out, and Caroline says something kind of casual and flirty and Bennett is like O_O and stammers out a response and Caroline is like “hey what would you do if I kissed you?” and Bennett was like asdfjdfisghgsd and Caroline was like “is that a yes, Benny?” and Bennett is like !!!!! and then they kissed lol.

Who has the tackiest fashion sense?My wife very conveniently made a blog post years ago that answers this very well. College!Bennett is even worse at dressing herself than me.

Who hogs the blanket?Caroline, because she flops around like a fish when she sleeps. Bennett wakes up if she gets too cold and makes Caroline give the blanket back. (I think probably eventually they have to just have separate blankets lol.)

Who come up with cheesy pickup lines/puns?I wrote this lol

Who (tries to) cook?Bennett can operate the microwave and that’s the extent of her cooking. Caroline likes to try to make fancy food with like, organic and all-natural ingredients, and Bennett will at least try a bite even if she hates it.

Who blushes furiously when the other says sappy shit?Anytime Caroline says anything remotely nice about her Bennett turns fun shades of red! It’s very cute and Caroline does it on purpose, obviously.

Nicknames/pet names?Canonically, Caroline has called her Benny and Bennster. I assume it just goes like that with whatever nonsense syllables pop into her head.

How often/how do they say “I love you”?I don’t think it comes naturally to Bennett at all - like I just don’t think her parents were particularly demonstrative with their affection. So it like doesn’t occur to her as a thing you should do? And Caroline wouldn’t be terribly inclined to say it a lot with most people, but she can kinda tell that Bennett maybe needs to hear it more, so she just starts saying it out of habit. I think it’s more often an actions thing for them, though, like Caroline leaving food for Bennett when she’s too focused on work to eat or Bennett finding Caroline interesting articles online.

What do they fight about?Bennett is really passive-aggressive, so if something is bothering her she won’t say anything, she’ll just get really avoidant and quiet, and then Caroline tries to coax it out of her she gets more withdrawn. Probably stuff like Caroline flirting with somebody else (Caroline is just kind of generally flirty I think) or if Bennett’s on edge because of work stuff. I do think that Bennett is really anxious about pleasing Caroline and therefore not inclined to bring up stuff that’s bothering her because she’s terrified she’ll upset her.

Who’s more of a cat person?I don’t think either of them particularly like cats (as we know, Bennett likes pigs and I suspect Caroline’s a dog person) but they’ll show each other the occasional cute cat photo.

Who makes innuendos to make the other blush?Definitely Caroline. Bennett gets innuendo but she’s no good at doing it intentionally.

Who does the romantic gestures like flowers or chocolate?Their approach to romance is really unorthodox, so like, Caroline will leave post-it notes hidden around Bennett’s workspace with cute messages on them and Bennett will go with Caroline to marches and stuff even though they’re loud and overwhelming for her. If she does get Caroline chocolate, she makes sure it’s fair trade and preferably benefits some sort of social good. One time Caroline made a “bouquet” of cutouts of Sonic Screwdrivers for Valentine’s Day. It’s weird, but it works for them.

#weepformanetheren #actual OTP

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phander-sides · 6 years

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Polyamsanders...but not

So this is a polyamsanders relationship but where not everyone is dating everyone...if that makes sense. There’s many different kinds of polyamorous relationships, so I figured I’d give it a shot!

THERE IS LOTS OF FLUFF NO ANGST TO BE FOUND HERE WHATSOEVER

~~~~~

“Hey Lo!” Patton shouted cheerily. He was at the park with his boyfriend Virgil, and just so happened to run into his other boyfriend, Logan.

“Greetings my dear Patton!” Logan replied. “I hope I’m not interrupting something?” He asked swiftly.

“Nah,” Virgil replied, “just going for a walk.”

“Ah, it is a lovely day for a walk. Well,” Logan straightened his shirt, “I’ll leave you two to it then.” He began to walk away, but at the last second turned around, “Oh Patton! Are we still scheduled for our date this Saturday?”

“Yup!”

“Swell, I shall see you then. Virgil,” he gave the man a friendly nod in farewell and then continued on his way. Patton turned back to Virgil and squeezed his hand reassuringly; Virgil never got jealous, he just occasionally needed reassurance that he was cared for by the other man.

“You okay Virgie-Poo?”

“Patton,” Virgil sighed, “we’ve talked about this.”

“Right, “I am not jealous of your relationship with Logan. You have a lot of love to give, so do I, and that’s okay.” Did I get it?” Patton smiled mischievously.

“Shut up ya goofball,” Virgil said as he pulled Patton into a light kiss.

“Did you just shut me up?” Patton asked.

“Why it appears so,” Virgil smirked, as always.

But Virgil had momentarily forgotten that he had made Patton watch his favorite movie, and so was not prepared for the sudden outburst of, “HELP! HELP! I’M BEING REPRESSED!” Virgil clapped his hand over Patton’s mouth, looking worriedly over at the other people enjoying the nice weather.

“Pat! They’ll think I’m kidnapping you!”

Patton laughed as he moved Virgil’s hand away from his mouth, “Okey, sowwy Virgie,” Patton glanced over his shoulder and noticed a tiny ice cream vendor pulling up by the main fountain. “Can we get ice cream?”

“You just had some ten minutes ago!” Virgil cried indignantly.

“Yeah but that was ten minutes ago!” Patton whined.

“No more ice cream Pat.”

“I’ll scream again.” He threatened menacingly.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Virgil pointed out.

“...”

“NOW WE SEE THE VIOLENCE INHERENT IN THE SYSTEM!”

“PATTON NO!”

~~~~~

“Honey! I’m home!” Roman shouted right on cue.

“In here!” Roman entered the kitchen, dropped the groceries on the counter, and kissed his boyfriend, Virgil. “How was work Ro?”

“Oh same old same old,” he waved the question away like always. “You don’t wanna hear about my day.” “Shut up of course I do Ro,” Virgil insisted.

“I wanna hear all about your day with your boyfriend,” Roman smiled up at Virgil, who blushed a brilliant red.

“We just went for a walk in the park, nothing much.”

“You sure? Don’t spare me the juicy details, Emperor of the Emo’s.” Virgil smacked Roman’s arm away as he giggled uncontrollably.

“Actually,” Virgil said once he had sobered up, “we ran into Logan.”

“Remind me again who Logan is babe?”

“He’s Patton’s boyfriend.”

“Ah yes, the boyfriend of my boyfriend’s boyfriend. Doesn’t it ever get confuzzling?”

“Eh, all I care about is you.”

“And Patton,” Roman added.

“And Patton,” Virgil agreed. “But you’ll always be my first love.”

“Oh shtap it Virge, you’ll make me go all red. Plus I’m supposed to be the mushy one.”

“Keep forgetting to work out,” Virgil leapt off of the stool he was sitting on, “and you certainly will be the mushy one.” As the words registered in Roman’s head, Virgil started running away towards the stairs.

“Oh no you don’t you foul beast!” Roman goofily chased Virgil round and round until he finally caught him and held him tight. “You can’t get away from me that easily my Dark Knight,” Roman whispered into Virgil’s ear, causing him to shudder as his nerves ignited.

“I have to make dinner,” Virgil whined.

Roman kissed Virgil softly on his neck, “I’m not hungry, are you?”

“No,” he sighed, completely oblivious to his own words as his mind went on autopilot. He tried to pull himself into reality; he didn’t want to miss a single moment of his time with Roman.

“Then I don’t see what the problem is,” Roman said just before he kissed Virgil, who kissed back.

~~~~~

“I still,” Logan said, “don’t fully understand what you see in this film.” Patton shuffled around so that he could see his boyfriend, Logan, from the latter’s lap.

“Logan! I’m ashamed!” he gasped dramatically, “What’s not to love about a family coming together for the holidays?”

“Nothing’s wrong when you phrase it that way, but I just don’t--”

“Oh so you have a thing against musicals?” Patton teased his smart yet ever-confused boyfriend.

“Why of course not! Musicals are brilliant works of art Patton! Musicals are intricately woven pieces of art so that the characters, plots, musical themes, and choreography come together to demonstrate a principle plot. It’s astounding!”

“Then I’m not quite sure what the problem seems to be.” Patton gasped, “Unless you hate animals?!” he accused.

“No! No that’s not it at all!”

“Then it’s me who doesn’t understand your vendetta--see! I can use big words too!--against Alvin and the Chipmunks?” Patton stared at his boyfriend, willing him to try and come up with a suitable comeback.

“It just seems like a fairly basic plot from studio executives to monopolize the idea of singing woodland creatures and make large amounts of profit off of toys and spinoffs.”

Patton glared teasingly up at Logan, “You’re just a non believer.”

Logan smiled down at Patton, “I guess I am.” They both leaned in to each other as the CGI chipmunks on the screen began to sing a rendition of some relevant pop song. Just as their noses were about to touch, the timer on the stove went off, letting them know that their cheddar flavored popcorn had finished popping.

“Mood killer,” Patton grumbled, disappointed that the moment was ruined. Logan smiled, got up, went to the kitchen, grabbed the popcorn, and returned to Patton on the couch.

“Nothing could ever kill our mood,” he murmured.

Just as they were about to kiss, Patton returned the comment with, “Well that was cheesy.” Logan opened his eyes to see Patton happily munching on the cheesy popcorn, a twinkle shining in his eyes.

“You’re insufferable Pat!” Patton finished his mouthful of popcorn, wiped his mouth, and then tackled Logan on the couch. While the movie, which they had outrageously abandoned, continued playing, Logan noted that, though he had attempted to wipe it off, Patton still had a very cheesy scent about him.

#thomas sanders #polyamsanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #moxiety #prinxiety #logicality #sanders sides #fic #pure fluff #nothing but rainbows and sunshine #i wish this were my life #they're so precious and pure #i love them

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cherrie511 · 6 years

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Draco Malfoy and Pizza

Request: Draco trying pizza for the first time. How you think that would go down? @awesomevietnamesepeople

Hi! I haven’t posted a fic in SO long! This was requested almost a month ago and it took a really long time to finish because school’s been crazy. Hope you like it :) Also, the first quote is from the movie The Notebook, and I don’t own it- all rights to the owners.

Warning: Mentions of implied smut, but I kept it pretty PG.

“Do you think in another life, I could have been a bird?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like reincarnation.

“I don't know.

“I think I could. Say I'm a bird.

“No. …Don't do it!”

“Say I'm a bird.”

“Stop it. You're not.”

“Say it!”

“You're a bird.”

“Yeah. Now say you're a bird too.”

“If you're a bird, I'm a bird.”

A cheesy muggle movie played on the TV, almost completely unnoticed by the wizard couple tangled up together on the couch.

(Y/N) shifted in her fiancé’s lap so that it was easier for their lips to dance together. He groaned as she twisted her fingers onto his ice-blond strands and pulled her even closer.

When Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy walked in on their son and future daughter-in-law in a …compromising position for the fourth time at Malfoy Manor, Draco and (Y/N) knew it was time to leave the nest.

They’d settled into their spacious but expensive penthouse in the heart of muggle London some months ago, and both loved the privacy it granted. Living in the muggle world enabled them to escape the intrusive wizards who still hounded former-Death-Eater Draco Malfoy after the war.

Every Friday was date night. Last week, it had been Draco’s turn to pick an activity. He’d decided to Apparate to Paris, France and treat (Y/N) one of the finest restaurants the city of love had to offer. The couple had burned some of the calories back at home with a more… carnal form of exercise.

Tonight was (Y/N)’s turn. She’d noticed the exhaustion weighing down her fiancé’s features as he came home from work at the Ministry that day, and decided to forgo her elaborate plans in favour of a more relaxed evening at home. What was it that muggles called it?

Oh, yes. Netflix and chill.

The doorbell rang, startling the couple apart for a moment. Draco, who still wasn’t completely used to the concept of an apartment, looked confused. (Y/N), however, clambered out of his embrace and attempted to smooth her hair, messy from her lover’s fingers.

“That must be dinner,” she said breathlessly, grabbing some muggle money from her wallet and answering the door.

A wiry young man clad in a red uniform waited on the threshold, a flat box clutched in his hands. His vacant gaze grew slightly interested as he watched (Y/N) sort through the unfamiliar notes.

“So,” he said, nervously running a hand through his mousy hair. “Is a pretty girl like you going to finish all this pizza alone?”

(Y/N) pressed her lips together to keep her laugh contained and was handing him the appropriate amount of cash plus a generous tip when Draco appeared behind her, seemingly out of nowhere.

The blond wizard wrapped his arms around his witch’s waist and pressed a light kiss onto the side of her neck before looking up to stare his ‘opponent’ down.

“No,” Draco growled, hands now splayed on (Y/N)’s hips, “She isn’t. She has her fiancé to help her with it.”

The delivery man, cowed by Draco’s looming figure, took a half-step back.

“Oh. Right. Well, have a good night,” he stammered meekly, eyeing the rather large diamond on (Y/N)’s ring finger and wondering how he’d missed it as he passed the warm box of pizza to her.

“We most definitely will,” Draco drawled suggestively, making sure his hand caressing the skin just under the hem of his fiancée’s shirt was visible.

(Y/N) offered him an apologetic smile before shutting the apartment door. She whirled around to face her partner, hands on her hips, one eyebrow raised.

“What was that?” she demanded, trying to keep the annoyance in her expression from being overpowered by her amusement.

Draco, who had taken the box from her hands to the kitchen island to investigate, shot her an innocent look.

“What was what, love?”

“Don’t play dumb, Malfoy. There’s no need to attack every person of the male gender I interact with.” Slipping under his arm so that she was pressed between his lean body and the granite countertop, she looked up at him and smiled at the way his breath still caught at the sudden contact. “I’ve been all yours for years, Draco. And in a few months, it’ll be official.”

“And I’m yours,” he murmured, leaning in closer to steal a long kiss.

Draco loved how intensely their bodies reacted to each other, even after all these years. The fire between them was far from extinguished and they still touched each other like love-struck teenagers.

(Y/N) pulled away first, a dazed look in her (Y/E/C) eyes. She blinked a few times, chasing the Draco-induced fog from her brain as she noticed the pizza sitting on the countertop.

“Draco, dinner’s going to get cold.” She half hummed, half sighed as Draco’s ice blond head looked up from the sensitive spot on (Y/N)’s neck he’d been tasting.

“It’s not dinner that I’d like to eat,” he growled, storm filled eyes locked hungrily on the pink, lightly swollen lips of the woman in front of him. “What’s in the box, anyways?”

“Pizza, obviously. What else could it be?” (Y/N) laughed, turning to lift the lid of the box. The fragrant steam wafted out, causing her stomach to growl but Draco’s nose to wrinkle.

“What on earth is pizza?”

(Y/N)’s head snapped up to give him a look of utter disbelief as she retrieved plates from a cabinet.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Pizza is only the most delicious food on the planet! It’s humankind’s one perfect invention. It’s a lifestyle, Draco. How have you never tried it before?”

The much-loved muggle staple was one of (Y/N)’s favourite foods, but she wasn’t sure the greasy Italian-American dish would satisfy her fiancé’s expensive tastes.

Draco shot his soon-to-be wife an amused look at her passionate outburst, taking the plate she handed him and staring at the cheesy slice sitting on it.

“I grew up with virtually no connection to the muggle word, (Y/N). Obviously I’ve never tried muggle food. Why do they have to cover everything with cheese? Can’t I just warm up yesterday’s leftovers instead?”

“No! Just try one bite, it’s impossible to hate pizza. If you do… well, I’m not sure I can marry you.” The witch joked.

“Alright, alright, I’m trying it.” He surrendered with a trace of alarm in his expression, reaching for a fork and knife from a nearby drawer.

“No, Draco, you eat it with your hands,” laughed (Y/N), demonstrating by taking a large bite out of her own meal.

“So now muggles eat without utensils like cave people?” the wizard muttered, awkwardly picking the slice of pizza up and sniffing it. Very hesitantly, he moved it towards his mouth. The expression on his face was reminiscent of a child being forced to eat vegetables, making (Y/N) laughed out loud.

“Honestly, Draco, you are such a drama queen,” she giggled, watching him intently. ”Go on, take a bite.”

Draco took the tiniest bite possible and chewed. His expression flitted from mild disgust, to thoughtfulness, to surprise. Swallowing his food, he met (Y/N)’s gaze with raised eyebrows.

“This… this isn’t bad,” he stated reluctantly, taking another larger bite. “It’s actually… pretty good.”

“I told you!” sang (Y/N), waltzing over to Draco with a smug smile. “I practically know you better than you know yourself. What have we learned from this experience?”

“That (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is almost always right, especially on matters involving me.” He sighed, a small smile gracing his lips.

“Exactly.” She said in satisfaction, grabbing her own plate and Draco’s as she moved over to the couch. “C’mon, we’ll have to restart the movie.”

Draco groaned and got comfortable besides the woman he’d decided to spend the rest of his life with, savouring another bite of pizza and her luminous company.

#draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #harry potter #draco malfoy #x reader #hp post #harry potter fanfiction #hp fandom #draco #malfoy #netflix and chill

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