#papers flew off my kitchen table

[nwjws]

in my head - yjw

; pairing - jungwon x fem!reader

; synopsis - you’ve hated jungwon ever since you two met on the train to hogwarts back in first year; he’s self-centered, lazy, and always coming out for you. now in your seventh year, you’ve been named head girl (woohoo!). unfortunately, the head boy position was given to the one and only yang jungwon (boohoo…). with no other choice, you’re forced to face the annoyingly attractive boy and work with him for the rest of the year - if you can even last that long.

; tags - fluff, angst, crack, ravenclaw! headboy!jungwon, slytherin! headgirl!reader, rivals to lovers, enemies to lovers, hogwarts au (with a modern twist), bc they have tablets and stuff

; warnings - a little bit of swearing, a lot of hostility between yn and jw, lmk if i missed anything!

; wc - 12.9k words (umm.... have fun!)

teaser

everyone’s eyes are on you as you stand up at the front of the great hall while the headmaster - professor bang si hyuk - introduces you as this year’s head girl. looking at all the students staring back up at you, you almost feel proud of yourself (keyword: almost). 

you’d think someone would be overjoyed at being acknowledged and recognised enough to have been given such a high position, but you aren’t. 

instead, you’re silently fuming, just barely keeping your temper in check as you plaster a fake smile on your face. your eye twitches as you hear a low chuckle from-

“the head boy, yang jungwon!” the headmaster announces. cheers erupt from around the room, all clapping for their new heads. 

“i can feel the waves of anger practically radiating off of you,” he murmured quietly.

yang jungwon. 

the boy you despised so much. 

listen, you don’t really hate anyone, but you’re pretty sure that what you feel towards the boy you called ‘yang’ is close enough.

in all your six years at hogwarts, you two have constantly been at each other’s throats. arguments often broke out between you in corridors; fights wherein one would end up stupefied or thrown against the wall; even little sabotages against each other that were subtle enough that teachers could pass off as an accident or your own fault rather than the other’s. 

for example, back in third year, yang had tripped you on your way into the great hall after everyone got off the hogwarts express. you had flashed everyone behind you and scraped your knee when you landed on the ground.

although no one saw him do it, you immediately knew who the culprit was, especially when he smirked down at you over his shoulder as he walked ahead. oh how badly you wanted to slap that smile off his face in the moment.

you retaliated the next week by mixing his white laundry with red clothes, so he was forced to attend his classes with pink uniform until he got new shirts. nothing satisfied you more than the glares he sent your way throughout the first day of his pink week, you could feel him boring holes into the back of your head even when you weren’t looking.

making your way back to the slytherin table, you thought back to when you got that fateful letter a few weeks back.

you slid the window open after spotting an owl from afar flying towards your house.

the bird flew in gracefully, and dropped your letter from hogwarts on the kitchen island counter, accepting the treats offered from your hand.

“y/n, please. close the window, would you? it’s so windy outside - it’s blowing away my papers!” your mother scolded from her seat at the table.

“sorry, my bad! i just got my grades.”

“ah really? let’s see it then.”

you scanned the letter, satisfied to see an O on all your subjects. although they weren’t your final NEWTS grades, they were an indication of how you did throughout sixth year according to teachers’ assessments. 

you’d been nervous at seeing anything below an O, but your friends had told you not to worry all summer.

“you’ve never dropped from the top rank in our year ever since first year, why would you now?”

“hiyyih, it’s only because of how much i’ve studied, but what if the expectations this year are higher? what if it’s not enough? what if i spent too many free periods sitting with you guys by the lake instead of-“

“be for real, you only did that twice! you’re the only person who’s actually spent their free periods studying,” rei said.

“well that’s what they’re supposed to be used for!”

“who actually does that! besides you, of course.”

“rei’s right, even yang jungwon often spends his frees with his friends.”

“that’s why he’s number 2,” you roll your eyes. “maybe if he studied during his frees, he’d finally get that number 1 spot he's been telling me he'd get for years.”

“it’s the fact he doesn’t have to study as hard to easily get second top student in our year. besides, weren’t you just worrying about not being first this time ‘round?”

that set you off into another episode of wailing and worrying about your results.

reading the letter, your eyes zeroed in on a shiny gold badge attached to the bottom.

  dear kim y/n,  we are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen as head girl for this upcoming academic year. you will be working alongside the head boy, yang jungwon, and all prefects across the four houses. you and the head boy’s duties will be relayed to you after the sorting ceremony. congratulations once again, you are well deserving of the title. sincerely, headmaster bang si hyuk

you still remember your mother questioning you after watching your figure suddenly go from jumping around the kitchen all giddy, to sulkily dragging your feet to the table.

of course, you were honoured to be picked, but did they really have to choose your enemy as your partner? i mean, the whole school knows about your rivalry, and you guys have been told off countless times by teachers! so was this really a smart idea?

when the ceremony ended, one of the professors led you and yang to the head dormitories.

(a “benefit” of being one of the heads was getting your own room, separate from your own house dorms. but you’d still be sharing the common room with yang, so that wasn’t exactly the biggest plus in your books.)

“as you can see, you will have separate private rooms, each with their own bathroom,” the professor pointed at the doors on opposite sides of the common room.

“but you two will share this living space. there’s a little library in the corner as well. 

“now for rules..." he started listing a bunch of obvious rules - like what's allowed in the head dorms and what isn't, when you can bring your friends, etc.

“and last but not least, you aren’t allowed in each other’s private quarters,” he paused before glancing at both students. “although, i don’t think that’ll be a problem.” 

he’s right there, you thought bitterly.

the idea of even sharing the common room with the boy irked you, let alone entering his own room. you could only imagine all the stupid tricks he was planning on you right now - but you were doing the same.

after the whole ordeal, the professor finally left you two alone, but not before telling you that you should start planning out the prefects’ patrolling schedules so that you could meet up with them as soon as possible.

you and yang stared at each other for a moment, apprehension hanging in the air. this is the first time you two have directly looked each other in the eye tonight.

“so… i guess we should get to sorting out those schedules,” he breaks the silence, gesturing to the scroll of names in your hands, which the professor had left with you.

nodding, you followed him to the large table in the middle of the room, where you’d hold a meeting with the prefects tomorrow morning.

“here’s the list of all the prefects, plus their student ID numbers.”

“okay, we can use those to add them all into a group chat on hog-messages and inform them of the meeting tomorrow.”

one of the newer developments at hogwarts in recent years was the addition of electronic tablets given to every student, so they’d be able to communicate faster with each other. it had an app programmed within it called ‘hog-messages’ where students could message each other or their teachers, and create group chats, all activity being monitored by staff.

the tablets also allowed the students to be able to write notes down on it, but most teachers often preferred all homework to be written on paper scrolls anyway. 

all this was provided by yang enterprises.

yup. yang was the son of the wizard who introduced muggle electronic devices into the wizarding world, instantly boosting their family into riches and success.

the world was given to him on a silver platter, so he’s always had it easy. and unfortunately for you, the boy not only grew up snobby and privileged, but was smart too. 

coming from the muggle world, you entered the wizarding world with an open mind. despite this, you hated the ravenclaw almost as soon as you met him. 

his ego was high up through the roof way before he’d even been placed in the house, and he emanated a strong intimidating aura. as soon as yang saw you on that hogwarts train, he turned his nose up at you like you were dirt before you’d even spoken a word to each other.

nonetheless, you managed to work out a schedule together smoothly. but the lack of clashing heads for once put you on edge, you felt like something was just wrong.

“alright, i’ve sent a message to the group,” he said, staring at his screen.

“okay…” you trailed off, unsure what to say. “um, let’s be civil this year, yang,” you say instead, putting a hand out.

the boy looked up at you, before glancing down at your hand then laughed in disbelief. as if you had said you were going to run 100 laps around the castle.

“duh, i knew that when i got the letter. that doesn’t need to be said. are you an idiot?”

now it was you who stared at him in disbelief. there’s the yang you know.

lowering your hand, you scoffed and stormed into your room, which was luckily closer so you didn't have to spend another second looking at his pretty face.

you should have known nothing would ever change. you can’t believe you almost thought that yang had changed. of course he’d never grow up, maybe he was just made this way. 

on the other hand, the return of his ugly personality brought you some comfort. it was just something you were more familiar with. you weren’t used to the driven and focused attitude he had on earlier when sorting out the schedule, and you’d prefer to keep it that way. 

unpacking your bags and showering before changing into pajamas, you set an alarm for 6:30am, so you’d have time for the meeting at 7:30 and can end it before classes began at 8. you went to bed feeling prepared for tomorrow.

the next morning however, you woke up late. 

the sunlight seeped in through the curtains, and after a moment, you checked your phone for the time.

8:34am

crap.

you practically jumped out of bed and began to frantically get ready, pulling on the first shirt and skirt you could grab from your closet.

why hadn’t your alarm woken you up? you set the alarm two hours earlier. had you accidentally typed 630 into the calculator app instead from a tiring day?

however, when you check your alarm clock, you saw that it had been turned off. although, you clearly remember pressing save and checking that it was on before tucking yourself into bed.

you pause as you brush your hair, your thoughts coming to a stop.

it was yang, you realised. 

is this his idea of civil? you wonder what he's on as you slip on your uniform in panic. 

quickly brushing your teeth, you put on your tie as you ran out the room, a chill hits you when you remembered the prefects’ meeting you were supposed to have this morning.

oh my god, they probably think i'm an irresponsible head girl. there’s no doubt the bad impression being late on your first day as head girl would leave on not only the students, but the teachers as well. 

will they revoke your position? will they give the badge to another, more responsible girl? who preferably doesn’t have beef with the head boy? 

you cringed at the thought you might be punished because of something entirely yang’s fault, and he’d get away with it. as he always does. 

you ran down the moving stairs, almost slipping off the edge when it suddenly changed paths, towards your first class as you cursed out the head boy in your mind. 

but soon enough, nervousness took over as you neared the classroom.

there was only about 15 minutes left of the period, so was it even worth it to go? and besides, yang was in this class too. you’d hate to see the gloating smirk on his face when you enter and get scolded by the professor.

before you could decide however, the door opened, revealing the very boy you’d been planning revenge on all morning.

yang didn’t look surprised to see you there, evident by the grin on his face.

he faked a shocked tone though, when he announced your presence to the professor (and the whole class).

it goes without saying that you definitely had a bad morning, being held back in class for another half hour to make up for what you missed that morning. 

thankfully, you had a free period next, so you weren’t missing your next class this time.

although you hated yang jungwon with every fibre of your being, you weren’t a snitch. you wouldn’t dare expose him - mostly because it would be useless. who would really believe you, when you were already messing up so early in the year? and certainly not when it accused the school’s beloved heartthrob. 

so you took your punishment on without a complaint, pointedly ignoring yang the rest of the day, who didn’t even try to hide his smile.

you sighed as you made notes on griffin claw substitutes, all alone in the potions classroom.

september and october rolled by; even though you and yang continued your little pranks and tricks on each other, you guys managed your head duties just fine. he did his work and never slacked, so you were satisfied.

you had gotten your revenge on yang by charming his wand to vibrate uncontrollably two days later. you remember barely being able to hold in your laugh as you watched him struggle to conjure a flock of birds, an explosion of feathers popping from the tip instead.

from what you heard, he also struggled in his other classes you didn’t share, which delighted you to no end. 

“what are you skipping around all giddy about?” hiyyih asked you sceptically.

“just that yang seems to be struggling in herbology class, according to jang wonyoung.”

“what did you do?” rei eyed suspiciously.

“how could you accuse me of doing something?” you gasped.

“it’s pretty obvious - head boy and student #2 wouldn’t just struggle in a class he’s always done well in,” minji shrugged.

you rolled your eyes at your friends, but then smiled cheekily when you admitted how you’d snuck into his room that morning and cast a charm on his wand with a spell that would only stop after twenty-four hours.

“okay, that’s pretty funny. i’m gonna have to ask wony about it later,” rei laughed. 

your phone buzzed, and upon checking it, you were surprised to see a text from the one and only yang jungwon.

Hog-Messages YANG JUNGWON (ID: 78395) professor kim wants to see us

“speak of the devil,” you tell your friends and show them your screen. 

you watched as the three glanced at each other, equally surprised.

“wow, a text! from yang jungwon! and it’s not some evil curse or cryptic message!” hiyyih remarked, which you nodded to in agreement. 

rei laughed. “you guys act like he’s incapable of simple communication; he’s just relaying a message.”

“sometimes rei, i think he is,” you joked.

YANG JUNGWON ID: 78395 professor kim wants to see us

KIM Y/N ID: 78384 when?

YANG JUNGWON ID: 78395 after classes today at his office

KIM Y/N ID: 78384 ofc it’s at his office, you think he’d want to meet us in the restrooms?

YANG JUNGWON ID: 78395 i hope u fall off your broom on the pitch also come un-charm my wand or something right now.

KIM Y/N ID: 78384 can’t 🤷‍♀️  sux 2 b u

"honestly, if i didn't know better, i'd think you two had a hate-love relationship," minji teased.

"ew, anything above dislike is something i will never feel for yang jungwon," you scrunched your nose in distaste. how could minji even think something like that?

"whatever," she snickered.

arriving in front of the professor’s office door, you opened it to find jungwon already inside and seated on one of the chairs opposite the teacher’s desk. you bowed in greeting before taking the other empty seat.

“so,” professor kim started. “we need to talk about your behaviour as the head students.”

you gulped. had you done something wrong? were those threats to revoke your position on the first day real? 

looking over at your co-partner, his face was unreadable, as always. he looked perfectly calm, which infuriated you.

“as head boy and girl, you two are setting the standard for the rest of the school. you guys are supposed to be role models. but i’m sure you already know this.” professor kim paused and looked at both of you intently before continuing.

“so why is it i’m finding out that you two have not been doing your patrols together?”

oh. so that’s what this is about.

you and yang had completed one patrol session together on the first week of school, and it’s safe to say that it was… horrific. without going into too much detail, you guys had practically argued the whole two hours that night; although it was unlikely, if there were any couples making out or young students causing trouble, they probably heard you two from a mile away and hid before they were caught.

at the end of the night, you both agreed that you’d just swap your schedules and patrol with other prefects - possibly the only thing you two had ever agreed on.

“we weren’t aware that we had to patrol together,” you replied when the head boy was clearly not going to speak up first. what a pussy.

it was a lie; you guys obviously knew that head students were supposed to patrol together. having been prefects in previous years, you knew how things worked. it was why you had done the first patrol together after all. 

but you figured that since it wasn’t a specifically given instruction, you didn’t actually have to do it together.

professor kim stared at you two incredulously for a moment, his expression somewhere between exasperation and disbelief. a pool of anxiousness swirled in your stomach at the way he sighed and pinched his nose bridge frustratedly.

“listen, i don’t know what si-hyuk was thinking when he had chosen you two as the heads, given your history and all. but he chose you. so please show that you’re worthy of the title - let go of your childish rivalry. otherwise, we may actually have to find new head students.”

“you could just let go of her, professor. i’d be able to work with any other girl,” yang finally spoke up. of course the first thing he'd say is an insult.

you gasped and glared at him. 

“clearly, you’re the one who’s childish and immature here. maybe you should be the one to get replaced.”

“enough!” the teacher slammed his hands on the desk. “if you two keep this act up, we will not hesitate to replace you both.”

and so with that, you and yang left the office in uncomfortable silence. not a word was spoken between you until just before you parted ways.

“guess we’ll use the old schedule again,” he said. you nodded.

being the end of the day, you were both too tired to argue. the heavy workload that comes with NEWTS in addition to the responsibilities of your positions, you both left for your own common rooms without sparing another glance.

the dreaded patrol round came sooner than you would have liked, and you found yang waiting by the castle doors. you always seemed to be the later one, as if he’d placed a curse on you with that trick at the start of the year.

he kicked himself off the wall he’d been leaning against when he saw you, and began to walk without so much as a ‘hi’ or ‘let’s go’. you had to quickly jog to catch up to him.

the air between you two as you walked around was silent and tense, so thick that you could probably cut it with a knife.

surprisingly, yang was the first to break the silence.

“i was thinking - we should plan the first hogsmeade trip for this term.”

“mhm,” you hummed in agreement. “i think it’s best to have it after the quidditch match in november.”

“yeah, at the end of the month. and people would be able to go before the winter break.”

you fished your phone out from your pocket and opened the calendar app.

“when should we have it?"

yang leaned over your shoulder to look at your screen. “let’s have it on the twenty-seventh," he says, pointing at the date on the calendar. "it’d be good to have the week between the match and the trip free so we can prepare.”

you nodded as you listened, typing up a reminder to speak with the professors about it. 

“hey!” the head boy suddenly shouted, causing you to jump. “what are you kids doing here?”

you looked up to find he had opened a classroom, in which three students in around 4th or 5th year were standing. they stared up at the pair of you with wide eyes, like a dear in headlights.

“what are you doing?” you asked, regaining your composure. looking at their ties, you realised they were in slytherin, like you.

the students glanced at each other worriedly and slowly backed away from the two of you. you noticed them hiding something behind them on the desk.

pointing your wand at the items behind them, you summoned it nonverbally, yelling ‘accio!’ in your mind. the items flew into your arms.

“you all better go back to your common room. it’s way past your curfew,” yang warned them. “20 points from slytherin.”

the group shuffled out of the room and quickly ran back to the dungeons.

“isn’t 20 too many?” you grumbled. maybe you were a little biased since they were in your house though.

ignoring you, yang sighed as he turned back to look at the contents in your hands.

“what is it?” he asked.

upon closer inspection, it seemed to be the plannings or blueprint of a large snake puppet that moved on its own, the quote ‘slytherin slays’ painted along its body.

you held back a giggle as you read the notes on how to make the snake glare and breathe flames out when faced with a ravenclaw. yang snorted as he read them as well.

“you slytherins are always so immature when it comes to quidditch matches.” you rolled your eyes and glared at him, imagining you were breathing flames like the puppet snake.

“at least we have a strong sense of support for our house. what’re you birdies doing? painting little flying banners that the players won’t be able to read on the pitch?”

“my team doesn’t need to read our house’s support. we’re good enough and know if.”

“sounds like there’s just no house spirit.”

“say that to me when your team loses,” he challenged.

“you’ll be waiting forever then,” you retorted.

“let’s place a bet. 20 galleons that ravenclaw wins.”

“fine! if we wins, i want you to pay my monthly subscription in an online game for a year."

“what?”

“i need money," you huff, crossing your arms indignantly.

“you need muggle money.”

“well, yes. but i mean, you can convert your wizarding money into muggle money, then pay for my monthly subscription in a game so i get game money.”

“that sounds useless; for a kids’ game? and you called me the childish one?” he raised a questioning eyebrow.

“i wouldn’t need to find peace in an online game if you didn’t bother me all the time, you know," you complain. "you’re like a piece of gum i can’t get off my shoe.”

“you could just cast a spell to get the gum off,” he shrugged.

“you’re right, i’ll just cast a spell on you!” you smile brightly. “stupe-“

“oh my god, okay! i’ll pay for your stupid game - if slytherin wins, which you won’t.”

you smiled to yourself, a skip in your step for the rest of the patrol.

soon, the day of the match arrived; ravenclaw against slytherin (because of course it was). 

the morning of the match was lively as usual, everyone split between green and blue. 

you watched the large snake float above everyone’s heads in the great hall, breathing (harmless) flames into every ravenclaw’s face. 

just at that moment, you bumped into the trio of students who’d been planning the little surprise. you sent them a discreet smile.

“20 points to slytherin,” you awarded for the clever trick, but also to make up for the twenty that yang had taken.

suddenly, you screech when a flock of small origami birds flew and pecked at your hair, ruining the braid you’d put your hair in for the match. 

looking up, you noticed the small paper birds flying about the hall, pecking at every slytherin-supporter. this was definitely ravenclaw’s idea; no doubt yang had gotten inspiration from the those students you two had caught.

“you good, kim?” a familiar voice greets you. you turn to see the devil himself smirking at you, pleased with the mess you are.

“i was, until you got here.”

“maybe it’s a sign that you’ll lose today.”

“maybe it’s a sign you should shut up.”

the match started without a hitch. 

you scored the first 10 points of the match within 6 minutes, and by the first half hour, slytherin was ahead by 30 points. 

you enjoyed the thrill of being a chaser, trying different ways to get the quarrel past the keeper. in fact, you enjoyed flying in general, and being on the pitch.

that is until, you started getting pestered by the other team’s seeker.

you noticed yang seemed to be flying around you after a few laps, and sent him a questioning look.

“what are you doing, yang?”

“looking for the snitch, it’s my job.”

“well, i’m not the snitch. so keep looking!”

“well i’m certainly looking at a similar word.”

it took time to process what he meant, but when you realised, you glared at the boy.

“focus on the game- if you keep your eyes on me, you’ll be paying for my subscription soon!”

yang scoffed and looked away, searching the pitch for the snitch, sending you a glare before zooming away.

the game ended in slytherin’s favour, your team’s seeker barely clutching the golden ball in his hands before the head boy could reach it.

cheers roared across the stadium when it ended with your team’s success, students running onto the pitch in excitement to congratulate you and the other players.

“seriously, the way you threw the quaffle into the hoop while gliding through the air - it was so smooth!” minji gushed as rei nodded in agreement. 

“let’s go, there’s going to be a congratulatory party in the common room!” rei says, taking your hand to drag you.

“can i come?” asked hiyyih excitedly, who was a gryffindor.

“duh!”

you laughed as you followed your three best friends, when you caught sight of a certain person in the corner of your eye.

“wait, i have to do something real quick,” you pause to tell the girls. they stopped as well and looked at you curiously.

“what is it?”

“wait for me. i just need to talk to yang - head stuff,” you tell them off-handedly, before running off to the ravenclaw team.

“it’s definitely not about ‘head stuff’,” hiyyih nudges rei, who nods as they watch you leave.

you make your way to the losing ravenclaw team, even congratulating some of them on a good game. 

when you reach your target, you tap on his shoulder to get his attention, before smiling triumphantly up at him (wow, you never realised how much taller he was than you until now).

“what is it, kim?” he drawled with an eye-roll.

“the bet. i won.” you gloated, the smile never leaving your face, widening instead when he wore a look of disbelief.

“oh, right.” he sighed before scratching the back of his head, looking around thoughtfully. “let’s sort it out tomorrow, at patrol.”

“okay! don’t back down from your end of the bet.” 

“i may hate you, but i’m not a sore loser. see you tomorrow night, kim.”

“with my monthly subscription payment!” you say, waving tauntingly as you ran back to your friends.

“what did you need to talk to him about?” minji asked, putting her hand out to hold yours as you four made your way to the slytherin dungeons.

“we’re making monthly plans to help a student who needs it,” you say smugly.

“sounds like you’re twisting the truth,” rei laughed.

“but it is the truth!” you protested.

you found yourself happily scrolling through the game's catalog, looking to spend your newly-bought robux.

ever since your deal on the match, you found yourself slowly warming up to yang.

well, not to the point you’d consider each other friends, but you acknowledge each other in passing with a nod or quick wave instead of pointedly looking the other way like usual.

you also argued less, much to the relief of the entire school. however, they were still apprehensive, waiting for something to blow up eventually. it was simply too suspiciously calm and quiet without your voices yelling down the hall or in the corner of a classroom.

as the weeks went on, you two learned to get along better and better everyday, even willingly becoming partners in potions once.

sometimes, you would walk to the great hall together for lunch or dinner after a meeting. you even spent your free periods with yang, which you told your friends was because ‘they didn’t have any frees with you’ so you ‘might as well spend it productively’ with the head boy who coincidentally shared the same free periods schedule.

you did lots of stuff together, as expected of the head girl and head boy.

yet, you always avoided studying together.

others might think it’s because of your rivalry; how one might copy off the other’s or something.

sure, you laugh to yourself. let people think what they want.

but the idea of studying with yang again brings back memories of fifth year.

you didn’t tell anyone about it, not even your own friends. 

at the end of the year, you’d been practically glued to the library for two months, studying for your OWLs.

“mind if i sit here?” 

you turn up to see a familiar face.

“yang?”

“there’s no other free space in the library,” he rolled his eyes, making up an excuse.

looking around, you realised he was right. the only other free spots were next to students that were notoriously weirdos who everyone avoided. maybe he doesn’t want them to copy off his work, you think to yourself.

“um, okay,” you agreed hesitantly while sucking on a sugar quill, moving some of your books to make space for him. those sweets often helped you focus.

yang pulled the seat out and sat down, before beginning to study himself.

you tried to continue as you were, but had lost focus. not even the green apple-flavoured sweet in your mouth could help you concentrate.

you were hyper aware of his presence - the way he hunched over the table with his hair falling over his face. you watched him from the corner of your eye.

why had he chosen to sit with you? were there seriously no better places to go? what about his room? the astronomy tower? the little corner window by the potions classroom downstairs?

“relax. i can feel how tense you are from here.”

“does your oh-so-precious pure-wizard blood give you the ability to sense emotions like a dog?” you scoffed. he looked up sharply and gave you a serious look.

“i just want to revise for my OWLs; let’s keep our disputes outside the library, where we won’t get hexed by madame park over there.”

you rolled your eyes and kept your head down, going back to your own business.

over the course of the month, a routine slowly began wherein you would often study together in the library. 

sometimes it was you joining him instead, and you would just wordlessly take the seat opposite him. even when there were other spaces to sit, you two always chose to sit together in the corner table, hidden from the rest of the school.

a word was never spoken between the two top students. and you never told your friends about the little arrangement either.

his presence quickly became something of a comfort for you - it was easier to focus on your studies when he was there. and if you ever needed help with something, he’d give you a few pointers when you finally begrudgingly asked.

he never asked you for help though, which always reminded you why he was number 2. it infuriated you how you had to work twice as hard than him just to barely surpass the boy.

whenever you heard people talking of him in passing, he was always nicknamed ‘the prodigy boy’. what were you called? ‘the girl that was good for a muggle-born’.

he was your rival, but you weren’t his. and he’s made that clear since the day you met.

and yet, despite all the resentment you held for him, you enjoyed his company. OWLs were stressing the life out of everyone, but it felt like you could get through it with him sitting across you.

maybe it’s because he motivated you to keep working harder, to try more so you could widen the gap between your ranks. seeing him everyday reminded you of why you tried so hard. maybe you wanted to show him (and everyone else) that being muggle-born doesn’t mean you’re any less than those born in this world. 

at least that’s what you told yourself. 

but it doesn’t explain why you began to glance at his lips every time he sat across you. 

it doesn’t explain why butterflies began to flutter in your stomach when you felt the warmth of his body close to yours as he’d lean over your shoulder and point at the book when you asked for help. or why you felt giddy when you’d play with each other’s feet under the table.

until one day, he’d dropped his smart-quill on the floor, and you were quicker to kneel down from your seat to get it. 

“here,” you said, handing him the quill, still on your knees on the floor.

as you faced him, you realised the close proximity only then. 

you stared into his eyes that pulled you in, keeping you locked and unable to escape from his gaze. he stared right back, the quill forgotten in your hand, which now lay on his left knee.

you didn’t even realise the way he slowly leaned down until he cupped your cheek.

his touch was soft; you leaned into it. 

“is this okay?” you could barely hear him whisper over the rapid beating of your heart. all you could do was nod.

your eyes fluttered shut as your lips finally connected. a mix of pretty emotions burst in your stomach, filling you with a giddiness you never knew before.

it might have been just a few seconds, or it could have been hours - you didn’t know. that first kiss was everything you ever imagined it to be.

you pulled away first, finally running out of air. but he chased after your lips, kissing you again. 

the memory of your first kiss will forever be cemented in your memory. you were just two 16 year olds, softly holding onto each other in the corner of a library, hidden from the rest of the world.

you scrunch your nose at the bittersweet memory. who would’ve thought your first kiss would be with the person you hate the most in this world. 

when you returned to school for sixth year that september, yang acted like nothing happened between you two. 

he ignored you for the first month of school, not even bothering to taunt you like he used to. everyone had been stumped, including you, but he eventually went back to his usual tactics, albeit with a noticeable lack of ‘stupid muggleborn who can never be on our level’ comments. soon you two were back to your regular bickering as if he didn’t ignore your existence for the first month of school. 

as if you hadn’t shared a kiss just three months before.

now, your developing friendship scared you. you didn’t want a repeat of last time; his actions had really hurt you back then.  

you remember all the nights you spent in the library, waiting. waiting for him to come, to explain why he was acting like that. waiting for something.

thoughts ran through your mind, trying to reason why he might do this. maybe he realised he didn't feel for you the way you felt for him. maybe he went back to his room that night and wiped all the muggle germs off his face. maybe he realised he was too good for you.

you remember all the times you cried yourself to sleep, eyes puffy for weeks that even your teachers asked if you were okay. if maybe you’d eaten something bad or been cursed. that maybe you should go to the infirmary to fix it.

hiyyih, rei, and minji had no idea how to help you, because you refused to tell them what was wrong. 

and you never did. it’s simply too embarrassing. explaining that you kissed your number one enemy and then he ignored you for month and acted like nothing happened between you two was humiliating. you knew your friends wouldn’t, but surely if other students found out, they’d laugh at you.

yang probably laughed with his friends about it. you were just waiting, dreading to hear the rumours of how you’re a bad kisser and how no one should ever want your muggle-born, good-for-nothing ass. 

every time you walked past him and his friends, you’d walk faster and look everywhere but their direction. you imagined their snickers and smirks as they watched you run by like a pathetic loser.

the rumours never came however. 

no one ever looked at you weirdly, or laughed at you. you ended sixth year with a big sigh of relief, releasing a breath you didn't realise you'd been holding the whole year.

now, you found yourself standing next to the very boy who you had spent the end of your 5th year with, walking a big group of students towards hogsmeade.

you sigh as you think about your astronomy test on monday, which you’d rather spend the weekend studying for.

unfortunately, as the heads, it’s you and yang’s duty to chaperone the students on their trip to the village. 

you sigh and pull on your strap, hiking your heavy bag higher up your back. you think of the long day ahead, studying in the corner of one of the quieter cafés, freezing your toes off. it’s not preferable, but it’ll have to do.

yang watches you, eyeing your heavy bag of books.

“what the hell? don’t tell me you’re spending this trip studying.”

“alright, i won’t,” you roll your eyes at him as you two trudge behind the large crowd of students. it was 9 in the morning, and you were too tired to reply.

“wouldn’t you rather spend your time with your friends? you somehow have those,” he teased.

“well yeah,” you huff, a little irritated at his care-free attitude. “but not everyone can pass an astronomy test without needing to study like you. some of us actually have to work our butts off for good grades.”

yang stopped in his tracks, causing you to follow and look back at him questioningly.

to your surprise, he wore a serious expression, glaring forward and refusing to look at you. you must’ve struck a nerve.

“stop acting like you’re the only one in the world that has to fucking work hard,” he fumed. you’ve never seen him this mad, even in all your arguments throughout the years. 

“you’re always going on about how much you have to study this, how you need to work harder than me that - blah blah blah. 

“why do you always feel the need to undermine my work? always downplaying my accomplishments to ‘mere talent’. what about the tens of hundreds of hours i’ve poured into my own studies? the hours i’ve spent sat by a tutor since i was 6?”

surprised by his outburst in combination with your own irritation and jealousy, you couldn’t help but retort.

“are you serious right now? do you have to make everything about yourself?”

“oh because the world revolves around you? you are so fucking entitled!”

“me? entitled?” you laugh in disbelief. “you’re talking about how i undermine and downplay your work, when you’ve always been the one to yell out to the whole world how i’m a ‘stupid, pathetic muggleborn who’s lacking and can never fit in this world’!” students were beginning to notice your argument and were looking behind as they walked at you two now.

“so that’s what this is about? some shit i said two years ago?” he scoffed.

“some shit you threw at me for 5 years!” you throw your hands up in frustration.

“well maybe you’re proving me right with all your talk about just how much you need to study because you’ll 'never have it as easy as us'!” he yelled right back, mocking you. “you don’t know a thing about me.” 

you stared at him, panting heavily. everyone’s attention was now on you two, people watching instead of walking.

“kim y/n! yang jungwon!” you hear the booming voice of professor kim shout over the crowd. 

he stormed to you two, face red and veins popping out his neck.

“this behaviour is incredibly inappropriate of role model students! you two are supposed to be guiding the students towards the village, is that such a difficult task?” he scolded you and yang in exasperation.

“could you at least keep your feud behind closed doors? it’s incredibly selfish to ruin everyone’s day with your constant fights!”

you looked down ashamedly as your friends took this as their sign to finally drag you from your spot. jungwon’s friend, nishimura riki from 5th year copied their actions.

professor kim looked at the crowd which had now completely stopped to watch the show. 

“keep moving kids!” he sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.  

“park gunwook,” he called. the gryffindor jogged towards the teacher. “pham hanni.” the hufflepuff followed. “you two will take over the role of chaperoning the students, since our head students are clearly unsuitable for the job,” he instructed, throwing you a dirty look. 

the two 6th year prefects nodded and began to walk behind everyone, feeling a little awkward at being put on the spot. 

you glared at yang one more time, but was met with a different expression instead.

yang met your stare with concern written on his face, as his tall friend dragged him away. it confused you; just a moment ago, he’d been furious with you, and now he looked worried? what was he worried about? what’s with the switch up?

you couldn’t ponder on it any longer, what with your own friends shuffling you away from the crime scene.

the rest of the day was spent tucked away in a little corner of a small café you found, one people didn’t go to as much.

the girls had tried to convince you to join them on their fun, but let you go when you told them you had star charts to memorise for your upcoming test. they seemed hesitant, but after witnessing your recent fight with the head boy, they reluctantly allowed you to go off on your own with promises of saving you a butterbeer.

you busied yourself with your books, not wanting to think about the weird events this morning. from your first disagreement in a while, to yang’s mood swing - it was better to spend your thoughts on what was more important.

eventually, you woke up in the late afternoon, only realising then that you had fallen asleep. the rays of light from the sunset seeped through the window, waking you up with its blinding brightness. 

how long had you fallen asleep? you could have been revising in the time you dozed off. astronomy was your weakest subject, so you really needed that precious time.

you groan in frustration, sighing as you sit up to straighten your back. but something falls off your shoulders as you do. 

you look behind you and realise it was a jacket, which had been left on your shoulders by someone. but who?

bewildered, you pick up the jacket (which had an oddly familiar scent to it) and turn back to your table of books. but before you can return to your studies, something catches your eye.

there, on top of a pile of textbooks, lay a green sugarquill. 

had my friends stopped by while i slept?

it didn’t particularly make sense though, since you agreed to meet up with them later tonight when you headed back to the castle. 

you picked it up, then noticed the note it had been sitting on.

sorry, i shouldn’t have said any of that earlier.  found you sleeping, don’t beat yourself up. you can do this. i remember sugarquills help you focus, right? don’t worry, it’s not poisoned or anything… goodluck on monday.

your heart squeezed painfully. his short message spoke volumes.

yang jungwon wasn’t one to apologise, seeing as he either never felt bad, or never really did anything wrong (in the eyes of everyone else).

you felt guilty too, seeing as it was your fault as well. you made a mental note to apologise to him in person later.

secondly, this was the first time he ever acknowledged the time you spent together in 5th year. it surprised you, because at this point you wondered if he had forgotten about it, or if it was all some sick dream you had.

heat rushed to your face and you had to put considerable effort into keeping your composure and not kick your feet and screaming right then and there. somehow, he’d remembered such a small detail about the sweet he left for you.

maybe the whole 5th year incident affected him more than he let on. maybe there really was something that happened between you guys.

or maybe you’re just being hopeful again. 

one thing you’re sure about though, is that yang jungwon is most certainly crazy.

“welcome back everyone!” you greeted.

it’s the first prefect meeting of the term, everyone who left for the winter break having just returned two days prior.

“we have quite a bit to discuss today,” you started, before looking at jungwon to continue.

“let’s start with the more interesting news first.” he paused, looking at everyone before going on.

“me and the head girl have been planning something this winter, and with the approval of the headmaster, we can finally reveal it to you: the spring ball.”

you watched proudly as the prefects began whispering amongst themselves excitedly. you were so hyped up to be able to plan and make the event come to life.

“we wanted to give the students something more exciting to look forward to. you know- before OWLs and NEWTs completely take over our lives,” you joke, pulling chuckles out of everyone in the room.

“the idea is a formal, floral-themed event that’ll take place in the great hall. it’s only for 5th years and up, but younger years may attend if invited as a date.”

“since you guys are prefects, we’re asking for your help setting up the event. let’s talk ideas for decoration,” you say, pulling out your tablet to take notes.

as you wrote down the prefects’ thoughts and input, you were already drafting a schedule in your mind for preparations. that was until, you felt someone lean over your shoulder.

forcing yourself to keep writing, you tried to ignore the way your shoulder brushed against yang’s chest. one hand holding onto the backrest of your chair whilst the other lay on the table, next to your arm as you wrote on autopilot, your mind circuiting at the proximity. straightening your back in an attempt to compose yourself, you only push yourself against the boy more.

you were sure your face was as red as a tomato. your heart was beating so hard you were scared jungwon could hear it.

judging by the way he huffed in amusement, he probably realised the effect he had on you. 

“focus, kim,” he whispered so only you could hear, leaning lower to your level. you could imagine the smirk on his face.

“i am,” you tried to say with as much nonchalance as you could.

honestly, the moment was really reminding you of all those times he’d helped in the library. deja vu was really hitting you hard right now.

the rest of the meeting went smoothly - at least, as smooth as it could be with yang constantly flustering you as he subtly kept grazing your skin. 

now that you think about it, jungwon’s been acting strange lately. more… bold? that’s the best way you could explain it.

you don’t know how it happened, but ever since the hogsmeade trip, you two got closer. after you apologised to him, the incident in question was never spoken of again, never referred to. but it’s clear something shifted in your relationship with the head boy.

gradually, he began to fill up your everyday life, seeing him more often in the day than you used to.

in the mornings, you’d bump into each other in the common room after getting ready, and go down to the great hall for breakfast together. or, if one of you seemed to be running late after breakfast, you’d make sure to save some food and leave it in the common room for the other.

in the day, you two shared free periods, and so spent it lounging in the common room, simply doing work at the coffee table or reading a book on the couch. music would play in the background as you two sat in comfortable silence, basking in each other’s company.

in the evenings, you might come back from a late class to find him napping on the couch. so you’d shake him awake with a “jungwon, let’s go get dinner.”

you could be studying in the library corner of your shared living space, and he’d always remind you to eat. even when it was past any meal time, he’d drag you off the chair for a trip to the kitchens, where he’d get a house elf to make you two a snack. he often asked for eclairs, noticing it was your favourite.

but yang jungwon didn’t just take up your daily activities, he was always on your mind too.

thoughts of how he wouldn’t like the cold dim lights of the slytherin common room, or seeing students that he’s told you he isn’t particularly fond of floated in your mind when you visited your friends.

you even found yourself comparing him to characters in whatever series you absorbed yourself in. you seriously couldn’t stop thinking about him.

the fights stopped completely, but you two continued your flirting friendly banter all the time.

once, you managed to find time in your busy schedule to sit down and watch barbie movies. jungwon (when did you even start calling him that?) had walked in to the common room to find his bag which he had left there, only to see you huddled up in a blanket while watching barbie as the island princess magically projected onto the wall.

“what’s this?” he’d asked.

“muggle movies from my childhood. this girl here grew up on the island when one day, she was found by a prince who was intrigued by her, and brought her back to the city, where she finally learns who she really is,” you explained while keeping your eyes trained on the projection.

“and who is she really?”

“why don’t you sit down and watch, kitty?” you’d always called him by that nickname during your petty fights, since his face reminded you of a cute cat. now though, it became more of an endearing nickname for the boy.

“i have to write 10 inches on the use of the lumos solem spell by tuesday.”

“that’s 5 days away! come on, don’t you wanna know? it’s really good, i promise. we can watch from the start, and i’ll help you with that charms essay, since professor song assigned it to us to, and i already got started on it,” you asked, twisting to face him with the best pleading look you could muster.

“fine, but only because you begged," he relented with a playful smile.

so that’s how you ended up binging barbie movies into the wee hours of the morning, sharing a blanket with your proclaimed enemy on the sofa.

“you honestly look more like serafina,” you tease him.

“what? but she’s a girl! wouldn’t wolfie be a better fit?”

“but serafina has more cat-like eyes! you guys have similar eyes.”

“are you serious right now? they’re both cats!” he gestures to the movie, paused at the last scene.

“but you really look like her!” you insist, using both hands to point at each corner of his eyes, shifting closer to him. “they’re upturned.”

“didn’t realise you knew that about me, babe.” he wrapped his own hands around your wrists, as they hovered above his face. “if i’m serafina, you must be wolfie.”

“why? because we’re partners in crime?” you snorted at his suggestion. “they get married at the end and have a bunch of little kitties too. you want that?”

“if that’s what you’d like,” he shrugged, his lips pulling into a downwards smile.

you stared at him incredulously, heartbeat suddenly pounding as you looked into the growing smug look on his face. his eyes that managed to shine even in the dark never failed to root you on the spot, unable to look away.

what were you feeling? you've looked at jungwon so many times over the past 5 years, but the boy's gaze never made you feel like this way before. like you were floating on air; like you could do anything with him by your side, looking at you like that.

in fact, thinking back to all your years of knowing him, it's funny how much things have changed in the past several months.

you actually giggle a bit, sitting back, further from his warmth. you immediately miss the soft touch of his fingers around your wrists.

"what are you laughing about?" he asks, but he's laughing too.

"you. me; us."

"are we comedians now or something?"

"no, but we're definitely clowns of the circus." jungwon grinned at your statement, an amused huff escaping his lips.

"penny for your thoughts?"

"i was just thinking... how did we go from having wars in the middle of DADA in 3rd year, to watching muggle barbie movies at 2am on a saturday?" you think out loud.

"when you put it like that... we do sound like the comedy act of a show," he admits, scratching the back of his neck.

"at least i do."

"what do you mean?" you ask, shifting your position on the couch to sit up. you move your cold feet so they rest between jungwon's ankles, soaking in their warmth.

"our little feud - you know, the fights, the hexes, all that. it was all because of me."

"what? no it wasn't - i instigated a lot of them too," you say, trying to reassure him. was he feeling guilty and blaming himself?

"but, it was! honestly, if it wasn't for my stupid shallow thinking, we might've been friends way earlier." you looked at him patiently, nodding for him to continue.

"i used to think that muggle-borns were stupid and would fall behind in everything - school, work, just because you had no idea of how our world worked. honestly, i pitied and felt sorry for you guys, because i thought you could never be on our level. i know now how ignorant i was, obviously," he scoffed at himself.

"so when i met you, i thought you were an idiot. you are, don't get me wrong-" he teased you, causing you to roll your eyes, although smiling lightly. "but even though you're muggle-born, you always managed to do better than me.

"you were constantly the best student in our year- no, our school. you were faster at understanding concepts than i was, immediately getting things right on the first try. hell, even when i would go flying on the pitch to relieve my stress and then got recruited into the ravenclaw team in third year, i finally thought i was better than you at something. and then you joined your team in 4th, and was called the 'ace' of slytherin. what a blow all of that to was to my ego."

"i joined the team to annoy you," you shyly admit. "but why did you even think that in the first place?" you asked, not angry. you wanted to hear him out and finally get answers to questions you've asked yourself for so many years. you wanted to understand, and know the boy in front of you.

"well, you know that my father's company is successful. so growing up, i was given the best. my parents hired the best tutors for me, so i'd be ahead of everyone else when i started hogwarts. my teachers said i was their best student, my parents showed me off to their friends as their 'pride and joy' or something dumb like that. other parents compared their kids to me, i was that kid.

"i knew i was privileged though - that i had money and could afford to have this good education. so i made the best of it and constantly told myself that others would be lucky to have my life, so i wanted to prove i was worthy of it by working hard and pushing myself all my life.

"but with that, i developed the mindset that people who don't have money like i do can't have as much knowledge as me since they don't have access to it - and that included muggle-borns. you had zero knowledge of this world, which works incredibly different to yours. we have different moral compasses; notions of common sense; understanding of how things worked.

"so imagine how surprised i was to find that you were doing better than me in school. me, who had sat beside a tutor since i was 6, who was learning OWL content at 12. all this only for a girl who didn't even know magic existed until a month before to top me in school.

"that's why i was always angry; i was angry with my tutors for not teaching me better; at you for being better. but most especially at myself. for deluding myself into thinking that way." you two were silent for a moment.

"what changed?" you asked.

jungwon breathed in, preparing himself.

"5th year. i was finally learning to respect you, so when i walked into the library that was full of students, you seemed like the best option to sit next to."

"really? still hadn't gotten over that 'i'm better than everyone blah blah blah' attitude?" you asked, smugly tilting your head to the side.

"shush," he hid his face. "but... i got to learn how hard you really worked back then. i used to think you just had some gift for learning. but watching you with your head down for hours, i felt like i was discrediting all that with something like 'innate talent'.

"i went back home that summer confused and having a mid-life crisis at 16. my dad talked to me though, knocked some sense into me.

"he said that just because muggles don't know magic, doesn't mean they can't do anything. i mean, the whole idea of smart devices that our company is literally known for was taken from muggles! without you guys, we wouldn't have that in our world either. you created it, we just used magic to expand it.

"i was pretty shaken up after that, and was in a daze when 6th year started. it took me a while to sort my thoughts out and gather myself."

it was silent for a while, now nearing 3am.

jungwon just spilled out his guts to you, in the dim atmosphere of your common room. now you were the one collecting your thoughts.

"i'm sorry too."

"what? you never did anyth-"

"but i basically did the same thing as you. you studied for years and years, and i just always thought you were also naturally smart; that you never needed to study like i did because you already knew it all."

silence enveloped the two of you once again.

"...so i guess we're more similar than we thought, huh?" he smiled softly at you. you felt like you were floating again.

"i guess so."

jungwon unfolded his legs and opened his arms out as a gesture, which you gladly accepted and fell into his embrace.

"so, are we good now?" you asked.

"hmm, i still feel like you owe me something for all those years of endless anger and feeling like shit."

"you mean for enlightening you that we stupid muggles aren't so stupid?" you asked, face still buried in his chest, your voice muffled against his sweatshirt. "shouldn't you owe me? for teaching you a lesson?"

"but i want something," he pouted, pulling on your wrist.

"what is it? as long as its affordable."

"is going to the spring ball with me affordable?"

you turn your head to look up at him, who's looking down at you with shy eyes, waiting for your answer.

"i don't know... how much does it cost?" you play along. you already know your answer anyway.

"it'll cost you about..." he pulled out the calculator app on his phone, pretending to add up a total. "one kiss."

you laughed at him, finally pulling away from his arms.

"was that at the end of 5th year not enough?"

"no," he pouted, eyebrows knitted. so cute, you thought.

"alright then, but is it okay if i pay you that hefty price later at the ball?" jungwon sighed dramatically, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

"i guess... but the price might increase to 10."

"that's okay, i'll give you as many as you want, as long as the first one is special."

"i didn't know you were sentimental like that," he smirked at you, kissing your cheek. you shrugged nonchalantly, smiling at him.

"i didn't know you were so needy for kisses like that."

"touché," he laughed, dragging you in for another hug, cuddling you until you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

since that night, you and jungwon gradually learned to be comfortable each other. and with the ball preparations, there was lots of opportunities to do so.

you realised that - without the hostility between you two, it was much easier to find compromises when you disagreed on something. jungwon did things differently from you, but listened to your thoughts and offered his too.

as the weeks went on, you found yourself looking forward to meetings with him, missing his presence when he wasn’t with you.

something in the way he’d nudge you lightly when you were worried about something, wrap his arm around you and squeeze your shoulder, or simply smile at you brightly with those cat-like eyes of his - they were all comforting.

the change in atmosphere didn’t go unnoticed by your friends either.

"what was that??" rei interrogated you when jungwon pulled you aside for the nth time this week.

"oh, he just wanted to talk about putting up decor later," you answer nonchalantly, taking a bite out of your toast.

"he has the same conversation with you practically every day," minji rolled her eyes.

"yeah, and i'm more surprised that you don't come ranting to us about every interaction you two have," hiyyih agrees, eyeing you suspiciously.

"well, i just grew up and matured," you try to defend yourself.

"if growing up and maturing means developing a crush, then yeah. you sure did." rei pauses before continuing. "is there something you aren't telling us?"

technically, yes. you weren't telling them about the development between you and jungwon - at least not yet. but you didn't exactly have a crush on the boy, in the sense that it was a one-sided thing and you were too shy to confess. but you didn't really want to tell them what was going on between you two, because you didn't know yourself.

were you and jungwon friends(-ish)? yes. but were you dating? no, definitely not. there's no doubt though that your strange, blurry, undefined relationship will develop soon enough, and you'd rather wait until everything's clear before telling your friends.

"she's not saying anything - something is definitely up!" hiyyih gasped excitedly, causing rei and minji to giggle, and you to shake your head.

you had noticed that jungwon seemed to always find reasons to talk to you, even if it's little things you've already discussed before, or silly simple questions like 'how's your day going?' or 'what barbie movie are we watching tonight?'

yeah, you two often found yourselves watching barbie movies late into a friday night.

you also ended up cuddling on the couch almost every evening after a long day of duties, particularly on patrol nights. after your rounds, you two would head back up to the head dormitories, where you'd flop onto the couch, and he'd jump onto you soon after.

the others would go crazy if they ever found out, you laugh to yourself.

the next day would be the night of the ball, so you were pretty wrapped up in helping out throughout the day.

"everything's set up," haerin, a 5th year gryffindor prefect told you.

"it looks really good," you tell her, looking at the great hall. it looked great now, and you were excited for how it would turn out in the dark of the night later.

"did you manage to complete the spell?" she asked curiously.

"i did, but i'm only 89.7% sure it'll work," you say, biting your lip. you hated not being completely sure about something, like an answer, or in this case - a self-made spell.

you turn when you hear a laugh behind you.

"i like how you have a specific percentage even when it comes to feelings," jungwon says through a grin. "your brain works weirdly"

"whatever, kitty," you roll your eyes light heartedly at him.

facing the great hall again, you take a deep breath as you cast the spell on the great hall, chanting the incantation as you wave your wand.

in a moment, the hall was filled with falling petals of different colours, though they didn't litter the ground messily, simply disappearing when they reached the ground. vines reached out from between the tiled floor, wrapping around table legs and growing bright vibrant flowers of their own. small orbs of light flickered throughout the ceiling, like fairies illuminating the scene.

"wow, it looks amazing, y/n!" one of the professors helping around praised.

"it really does," jungwon says, snaking his arm around your waist, his hand clinging onto your side snuggly.

"thank you," you mumble, as you both look up at the pretty scene in front of you.

soon, night falls and you're running down the staircase with your friends, holding up the ends of your dress to avoid stepping on it.

"careful y/n! or you might trip!" you hear hiyyih call out from behind you.

"she's just excited to see her prince charming," minji laughs, but the three of them are also running, holding up their own dresses.

the doors of the great hall open, revealing the breathtakingly decorated room, some guests already having arrived at the scene.

"wow, this is amazing..." rei gasped, enchanted by the way coloured lights perfectly illuminate the hanging wisteria flowers, and butterflies fluttering throughout the room.

"you seriously outdid yourself. how did you even do this?" hiyyih asked.

"only y/n could make a spell as complicated as this," jungwon's voice says, announcing his presence. "you look good, by the way," he adds when you look at him.

a quick one-over of his look tonight does not do him justice. so you find yourself staring unashamedly at his figure.

the way his waistcoat hugs his figure emphasises his broad shoulders, something you didn't even realise you found attractive until you saw it on him. a red tie lazily tucked into the waistcoat plus the rolled-up sleeves - it all made your mind go haywire.

"you would know, having been subjected to all the spells she's made over the years," hiyyih laughs at the memory.

"didn't know you spent so much time thinking about me, kim," he goaded.

"oh trust me, she def-" you cut rei off by covering her mouth with your gloved hand.

"thanks, jungwon," you say quickly, giving him a smile and pushing your friends away.

"he was flirting with you!" rei loudly whispers into your ear.

"and what do you want me to do about it!" you say, making sure your friends couldn't see the deep blush on your face.

"flirt back!" minji huffs out exasperatedly. "i'm sick and tired of whatever has been going on between you two for years!"

"yes, please just end it tonight! whether you get together or never talk about it again," rei rolls her eyes.

"what?" you stop, looking at them.

"rei's right, although i'd prefer for you to finally get together."

"wait wait wait, what do you mean?"

"are you being for real right now? you two have clearly had a thing for each other this whole time!" rei says like it was obvious. "we've known it for years."

"go get your man!" hiyyih sighs, turning you by your shoulders and pushing you away this time.

you try not to dwell on the thought of your friends betting on your relationship with jungwon, and pretend you never heard a word come out of their mouths.

soon, the headmaster calls for everyone's attention.

"welcome students!" his voice echoes throughout the hall, the music quietening for his speech. "first and foremost, i want to thank this year's head girl and boy for organising such an event for us. give it up for kim y/n and yang jungwon!" he shouts, a spot light highlighting your two figures in the room. you quickly turn to look at jungwon, who looks back at you with a smile, as everyone claps loudly, some even whistling supportively.

"and with that, may the spring ball begin - with the spring dance, kicking off with the head boy and girl leading the first dance," professor si-hyuk ends his speech.

everyone cheers and makes way for you two on the dance floor, which magically raises up in the middle of the hall.

music begins to play as you face the head boy, who inches closer to you every second.

time slows as he places his hand on your hips, guiding your hand to his shoulders. all other noise is drowned out by the sound of your heart, pounding so hard it might come out your chest. you don't see anyone but yang jungwon.

and he's looking at you like he sees no one else but you either.

it's crazy, how you're here, dancing, in the arms of the person who you've hated since 1st year - who motivated you to work hard during all these years.

you think back to your first meeting with him.

you could imagine the sparkles in your eyes as you stare at everything in awe, still in disbelief.

last month, a weirdly-dressed person knocked at your front door, and told your parents that you were a witch.

of course, you hadn't believed her at first, until she pointed her wand at a decorative figurine and made it float upside down. you and your family had been absolutely floored and confused. how could something like that even happen?

last month, the weirdly-dressed lady described to you a world that sounded fictional, of magic and creatures you could never even imagine. she explained why you had all these weird happenings growing up, things that were simply unexplainable.

your world was turned upside down in a few moments, and now you were here, on a train, to a magical school.

of course, you were incredibly sad to be away from your family for the first time in your life, but you were assured that you still had many ways to connect with them. and so, you set off into a new world completely alone, but with a lot of excitement.

you walked around the compartments as the train set off, peering and saying hi to other students.

until, you bumped into a boy who had the prettiest eyes you've ever seen, and the cutest little dimple that had 11-year old you's heart melting.

"be careful and look where you're going," he says nonchalantly.

"i'm so sorry! i was just so excited - i mean, aren't you? could you ever believe magic exists? i won't until i try it for myself!" you ramble enthusiastically.

you trail off when you see him looking at you with a mix of pity and boredom.

"oh, so you're a muggle-born, huh?"

"what do you mean?" you ask confusedly.

"well, whatever you think, i'm not like you. i already know what you just learned, and i already know what you still have to learn," he shrugs, picking at his nails like he ha better things to do than talk to you. "sorry, i think you're going to struggle a little bit here," he simply says, and leaves you alone in the middle of the train corridor.

what the hell? you ask yourself.

snobby rich kids isn't something you thought you'd experience in the wizarding world, but i guess somethings are just universal, huh?

something about the way he looked at you; talked to you like you were below him though - it bugged you.

"i'm gonna struggle?" you ask yourself in disbelief. absolutely not, you didn't want him to be right. you'll make sure of it.

and so, you ran back to your own compartment and pulled out your books, making a resolution to study everything and make sure you knew all the content. you wanted to show whoever that kid is that he's wrong, that you're better than him.

and so, the rest of the long ride and even your first night was spent catching up on what you missed out on, making sure you were prepared for whatever this extraordinary world would throw at you.

and most especially, preparing for whatever trouble the boy, who's name you learned was yang jungwon would give you.

gradually, more people join the dance, but you're so entranced by the boy in your arms, you don't notice how he's whisked you away from the main dance floor.

now towards the side of the room, away from all attention, jungwon looks down at you with all the love in his eyes.

it's overwhelming, you can't escape your emotions anymore. you like jungwon, possibly even more. you feel like all these feelings are about to burst out of you, and jungwon's arms are the only thing keeping you together.

"y/n, i think you still owe me something," he whispered, his face dangerously close to yours.

"and what would that be?" you naturally retort, having developed the instinct to talk back when it came to him.

"don't play with me, please let me kiss you."

"i don't think so." you pause teasingly, trying not to giggle at his pout, his dimple coming out. "let me kiss you," you say, finally leaning in, sealing your lips.

it felt just like the one back in 5th year, but better. jungwon held you impossibly closer by the waist, as if fearing you would run away. but you won't, and you never will. because in his arms, you never felt as safe and comfortable in your own skin as you did then.

you finally part for air, but jungwon's eyes never strayed from your face.

"i lied earlier by the way, when i said you looked good." you raise your eyebrows at him questioningly, before he smiles cheekily at you. "you look like the stars that put me to sleep every night."

"i didn't know you were poetic like that," you laughed lightly, leaning your forehead on his chest. "you look like my boyfriend."

"that's because i am," he says pulling you in for another kiss.

you don't think you'll ever get tired of kissing him. it's an unforgettable moment, and an unforgettable night.

you never knew you were missing something until you met jungwon, and you think you can finally breathe with him next to you (and your friends passing riki 20 galleons each two tables away). 

; author's corner! hii this was inspired by all the jily fics i've read over the years (whew i didn't even realise how long i've been reading fanfiction...) LMAO anyways may irls never find out this acc belongs to me bc my realistic self barfed at what i just wrote but my delulu self was kicking and giggling while editing but i hope you enjoyed!

; taglist @wonuslust @enhacatalog @makiswrld @forjungwons @yebin14 @lovelovelovebts @amanda-archives @beomgyusonlywife @bbinwrld@em-asian @enhamysunshines @ahnneyong @jungwonscafe bold couldn't be tagged!

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[vixensbrainrotts]

Happy Birthday, lover — Manjiro <Mikey> Sano

Content: specialty post

Tropes: established relationships, it‘s readers birthday, kind of a continuation of the ‚Committed to you‘ series

Summary: it‘s your birthday! Let‘s see what your darling lover has in store for you once you get home…

Vixen‘s two cents: Hello hello hello! This is a special piece because guess what? It’s @anahryal ‘s b-day!!!! Happy birthday moot, hope you‘re treated well, and all the best for the coming year! Anyway, i was a little unhappy with this, i cant do half as much as i usually can cause im like really sick right now (its stunting all my intelligence) so yeah, sorry if this isn’t up to standard… either way, happy birthday and enjoy!!!

Mikey had never really put much effort into anything, things just had a tendency of coming to him. But for this, for today he had planned in and out, checked up and down to make sure that everything was working out.

In terms of gifts he learned to be resourceful. From checking your perfumes to see which ones you were running low, on to crossing the ethical boundary of snooping into your journal to check the “wanted” list of items you fancied.

He double checked with your best friend for your favorite type of flowers and even attended a Mitsuya-special baking course to personally make you a cake.

It was a struggle and a half to try and time the whole thing right, between grocery store runs to get the supplies and decorations to somehow getting you out the house to hopefully set everything up.

Now he sat at the kitchen counter, completely winded and waiting for your arrival back. He had everything done and dusted, and was just eagerly awaiting your arrival.

When he heard your car pull up into the driveway, he snapped out of little phase and brushed off the dress shirt he had put on earlier, breaking into a quick jog towards the living room where he had set everything up.

There were garlands hung across the room, and the coffee table had been turned into a gift display table. A large bouquet was placed in the center, wrapping paper and gift bags coordinated to match the floral display.

The cake was placed on the formal dining table, two sets of dishes, glasses and utensils set out for the both of you to dine on later.

Mikey’s eyes drifted over everything once more, and widened once they spotted an unlit candle on top of the fire place. That’s right, he had bought a specific candle for today, one he had found when shopping for ingredients for the cake. It caught his eye, and when he gave if a big sniff, the scent didn’t seem too bad either.

With a smile on his face, he grabbed the candle and pulled a lighter from his back pocket. The lighter was yours, he noted, looking down at the pretty pink plastic as he lit the ‘birthday cake’ candle. Fitting.

He heard your keys jingle in the lock and caught himself almost giggling as he made a quick pace to meet you at the door.

“Majiro! I’m home!” You called out, voice rather cheerful (seemingly in a good mood, Mikey said a quick prayer thanks). You turned around to face the door when hanging up your coat, unaware of your darling husband creeping up behind you.

Slowly, Mikey approached and waited for the right moment to strike. “Mikey?” You called again, just about to turn around when a pair of hands were clasped across your face, shrouding your vision.

“AHH!”

Your hands flew to your face, grabbing at those that held your eyes shut, a bit more than derailed as your scrambled to gain recognition. You were about to scream again when your fingers found and felt the very familiar ring that donned the left hand over your face.

“Mikey?” You said, entirely confused as you finger the ring again to confirm your suspicions.

“Hey baby.” His voice mumbled into your ear, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Manjiro what are you-?” You started, but felt him push you forward to walk, taking baby steps towards what you thought to be the living room.

“Trust me.” He spoke as he guided you towards somewhere within your shared home. “Alright..” you trailed off, now smiling a little unsurely yourself.

You allowed him to push you towards somewhere, giggling a little as he chose this to be a good moment to place tiny little pecks down your neck and nape.

“Mikey shouldn’t you be focusing on where we’re going or-“ you smiled as you held his hands. “Nah don’t worry baby, we’re here anyway.”

In an instant he pulled his hands away to reveal your living room, decked out and dressed to the nines, a cute display set up, just for you. “Happy birthday sweets!”

“Oh my gosh, Jiro…” you turned around to look at him. “You did this all for me?” You looked at the display, seeing the flowers and the gifts all daintily wrapped.

“Yeah… i mean why wouldn’t I? I had the day off anyway, so I figured I should do something sensical, especially cause it’s your special day, right?”

(That’s a lie, he groveled on his knees to one of his coworkers to switch shifts and spent half of his overtime to get today off.)

“Manjiro…” You turned to look at him again, eyes glossing over with emotion. “Thank you…” you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Anything for you.” He hugs you back and nuzzles into your hair, swaying you lightly from one side to the other. “Now please babes let’s eat the cake, I’ve been resisting it since I got done with it.” He pulled away with a wide grin.

“You made me a cake?!” You gasped in delight as you looked at the beautifully decorated delicacy that sat on the dining table. „Yeah, you dont want to know what i went through to get it right…“ Mikey trailed off remembering the many, many failed attempts at cake that Mitsuya had to coach him through.

„Oh my goodness Mikey… this is, i- thank you so much!“ You preached to him again. „Alright now, how about you open those gifts so that you can thank me more and then eat cake together?“ He had a twinkle in his eye as he pushed you towards the gifts with a hand placed on the small of your back, giving you an encouragement to progress further into the room.

„Open this one first!“ he plucked one of the bags from the display and thrust it in your hands, sitting himself on the couch in neat anticipation. „Alright…“ you smiled at him and pulled the topper paper from the bag, revealing… „Manjiro! How did you know?“ your voice sounded even more cheerful than he had anticipated, and the mini-Mikey inside his head did a celebration dance.

„Well, i know you love those crafty things, especially the knitty gritty things that i cant wrap my head around… You know, i wanted to make you a heart out of those yarns that you always use to decorate that bag, but after trying and failing about a million times, i figured i should leave it to the professionals… also you wouldn‘t shut up about fluffy yarn so…“ he monologued to you as you scanned the insides of the bag, pulling out the colorful yarn.

„And baby, i was thinking, for all my hard work and cause you love me and all such wonderful things that you could maybe, just maybe, and hear me out on this… make me one of those delightful scarves you‘ve been making for all your friends but not me??? Preferably not in pink though, ill take a red one instead.“

You giggled heartily and pulled him into another hug. „Of course i will, it‘s only fair, right? Yarn is like, super expensive so yeah, i wouldn’t mind giving back…“ you smiled at him and pulled away with a quick peck to his cheek, to which he cradled his face with a bashful expression.

All these years that you spent together, as friends, as lovers, as a couple, as fiancée’s and now… married… No matter how much time would pass, Manjiro knew that he had found everything he wanted in you, and he‘d be damned to let it go.

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[jinnify]

love bomb — lee heeseung

pairing: heeseung x reader genre: fluff warnings: cursing i think and idk if there's mention of 'y/n' word count: 0.7k now playing: giddy by kep1er author's note: interrupting our regularly scheduled program to post this cute heeseung one shot bc blonde heeseung brain rot ^^

You exaggeratedly sighed as you noticed Heeseung walk into your living room from his trip to the restroom. Lately, he had been busier than usual, practice picking up again for comeback promotions. Although he'd try to call you every break he got, it was often too late into the night. Today was one of his few off days. He'd called you early in the morning, hurriedly explaining that he was already en route to your apartment.

When you heard your doorbell ring, you expected endless kisses and cuddles. Not for Heeseung to kiss your cheek as he flew by you and directly to your couch. It had been about five hours since then, and in that amount of time, he'd barely spoken to you, too engrossed in the game on the screen in front of him. This brings you to your current predicament, increasingly obnoxiously sighing until Heeseung noticed you were there.

You were getting upset at this point. You don't see Heeseung for two weeks, and instead of him being happy to see you, he's elated to see your PlayStation! This was an injustice. You felt neglected and annoyed. You put down the book you were pretending to read as an idea came to mind. You would not say TikTok is the best place to go for solutions, but you were getting desperate.

And you had recently forgotten your password to Pinterest.

Whatever. Don't knock it ‘till you try it. 

You typed “how to get my boyfriend's attention” into the search bar, immediately bombarded by cringy forty-year-olds making fake scenarios and teenagers giving awful relationship advice. With an unconscious scrunch of the nose, you closed the app, regretting asking TikTok for help. At this point, you were just plain bored. What fun is it to have your boyfriend over if you aren't going to spend the time together?

Heeseung would have said you were spending time “together” if you had said that out loud. You scrolled for hours, only looking up from your phone whenever Heeseung repositioned himself before a new match started. Your scrolling continued until you came across a post, a woman making little “coupons” for whenever she wanted something from her husband. A dozen little papers, each with requests and “discount” written on them, were folded up into little stars for her husband to pick at random. You could always count on Instagram for two things, stolen content and cheesy couple ideas. This post is both.

Although it was a cheesy and borderline cringey idea, you liked it. Let's say it's the hopeless romantic in you. So, you got up in search of color construction paper. You were only going to be making one to save yourself some pride. You found one in the perfect shade of pink, grabbing a red glitter pen and a pair of scissors on your way to your kitchen table.

You quickly cut and decorated it, writing “two hours of cuddle time!” in big, bold, glittery letters. It was honestly cute. You held the small paper up, admiring your beautiful penmanship before making your way to the living room, holding it behind your back.

“Hey, baby,” Heesung quickly greeted, never taking his eyes off the screen. You rolled your eyes as you stood to the side, hoping he’d ask you what you were doing. “Ahem!” you cleared your throat, trying to catch his attention again.

When all Heeseung did was nod, you huffed, slamming the coupon onto his chest, giving up, and stomping to your room. Heeseung quickly said goodbye to his friends, grabbing the small paper that had fallen off the floor.

To say he felt guilty was an understatement.

He walked over to your room after turning off your console, knocking softly. “Go away! You missed your opportunity, loser!” You belatedly added the petty insult, assuring  Heeseung that you weren’t too angry at him, just slightly annoyed. “I’m sorry, my love. Let me in, and you can finally get those cuddles you wanted!” 

“Hm, that sounds tempting! But it’s not enough! You had to say sorry and stay over tonight if you wanna be forgiven!” you shouted, hoping he’d agree. “That sounds good, baby. Now let me in before I break down this door,” Heeseung playfully threatened, jiggling the doorknob aggressively.

You were greeted by Heeseung’s gorgeous smile, “I’d like to redeem this, please.” He handed you the coupon you had made, scooping you into his arms and carrying you over to your bed. “Now, we’re gonna lay here and cuddle for the next two hours! And you’re gonna like it!” You scoffed, “Hey! You were the one who ignored me for almost six hours!”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I got carried away, but I promise I’m all yours until tomorrow.”

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#totally rushed the ending but idc bc i love heeseung #enhypen #enhypen heeseung #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen oneshots #heeseung x reader #heeseung fluff #heeseung scenarios #heeseung oneshots #heeseung imagines

[tparker48]

Request for anonymous

The morning was young as Kev got up from his bed, making his way to the kitchen where he set his coffee pot on the counter. Pouring the crimson beans into the opening, its rich smell danced around his nostrils, his lips yearning for its warm touch. But he had to wait for it to brew. "Wonder what's in the paper nowadays." He asked, heading to the front door as he opened it to the driveway. Taking a step, something red came from the corner of his eyes, swatting his face as its ting rang through the bridge of his nose.

"Gotcha old man!" a voice said. 

That voice, he recognized that douchey tone anywhere. Rubbing his eyes, he looked ahead to see his daughter's girlfriend, his blood boiling at the sight of his smug face. "Jake. What are you doing here?" He growled.

"Nothing, just came to my hunny bunny. Thought I'd start the day early and see ya. By the way, the newspaper came for ya." He tossed the red paper into Kev's chest.

 rage sparked in his mind, his fist raising to the air as it shook. "Why you little-"

"No Dad!" A white blur flew by him, his daughter filling the space between them. "How many times have I told you, do not hurt him!"

Kev huffed as he held his fist, determined to let Jake have it. "Nala, you know as much as I do your.. boyfriend, is a bad influence for you."

"He's just having a little fun dad, he didn't mean to anger you. Right Jake?"

"Meh, sure."

Kev grumbled upon the response, his eyes furrowing as they pierced into Jake’s. But Nala’s gazed replaced them as she leaned toward him.

"Be nice." She said, taking her boyfriend's hand as she moved past Kev. 

He sighed to himself before following them. Let's just get this morning over with. He made his way down the hallway, watching the time clocks tick by as the hour struck 11AM. As if the day couldn’t get any slower. But the smell of coffee filled the air, his nose darting toward the kitchen as he licked his lips. Finally, something he can get excited for. He followed its scent around the corner, his mind spiraling tas he imagined himself holding his coffee mug. Turning the corner, he halted as Nala rested upon the table, and her boyfriend, prancing around the kitchen like he owned the place.

"There you are, dad." Nala greeted him.

"What took you so long? You nearly missed the start of breakfast." Jack chimed in. "Oh, thanks for making us coffee by the way, really refreshing."

Coffee? He looked at the counter, the once steaming pot now empty as it sat in the kitchen sink. His fist choked at the newspaper, his eyes centered at the pot. They drank his coffee! His coffee!

"Dad? Is everything alright?" Nala asked.

Kev flexed his arm as it shook in place, but took a breath as he relaxed himself. "Yes..I'm fine. I'm heading upstairs." He said, taking his leave as he moved back to the hallway. 

"Thanks again for the coffee." Jack smirked. "Though I'd say next time lay off the cream a bit."

Kev clenched his newspaper, holding his tongue as he stormed out to the hallway. That cocky bastard, if it wasn't for nala he'd have a fresh boot for his ass. But for now, he'll settle for an alternative. He entered his room before closing the door, pulling out the drawer as he grabbed a small lego man from a pair of underwear.

"There you are, I've got too much stress built up.." He forced his pants down before pulling out his cock, pinching the sides as the slit gaped open. Holding the lego man over it, he stuffed it inside, ushering it in as the slit closed. He huffed at the bulge it made, the walls to his urethra expanding as it stopped at the middle of the shafts underbelly. Closing his eyes, he gripped around its entirety, and began to stroke.

"Fuck that brat!" He gritted beneath his breath. "Who does he think he's dealing with? I swear if he were the size of this lego I'll..I'll.." He choked on his words, his fiery strokes pumping faster as he locked in place. Spurts came from the fleshlight, white fluid spilling from the lips as the lego slid out from the urethra and onto a small puddle along the floor. "Fuck I lost my train of thought.." He sighed.

A knock came from the door, Kev's blissful state washing off before he could even blink. So much for better. He answered the door as he pulled it halfway, his sour face frowning more as Jake stood on the other side.

"What do you want?"

"Aayy easy old man, I just wanted to hand ya something. A little gift for no hard feelings."

This is a first. "Go on." Kev said.

"I mean it, sincerely. I brought a gift for you downstairs, it should be in the garage.

"Why the garage?"

" It wouldn't be a surprise if I just bought it in, would it?" He replied. He stepped to the side and ushered Kev to follow.

He didn’t trust him, he's too lenient to not try to pull something. Kev glared at Jake cautiously before following him into the hallway, leaving the door open before he followed Jake down the stairs. Moving through the hallway, moved into the garage, Jack holding the door as he stepped inside.

"Alright, we're here. Now where's this gift?"

"Oh it's right over-" 

The door slammed as Kev turned to the door, a click sounding on the other end before stomps trailed away. "Jake! You little brat! Open this door!" He shouted, his voice echoing off the acoustic in the garage. He pushed at the door banging on it before he moved to the garage door. Pushing the button, he moved under it as he made his way to the backyard. 

To think he'd fall for one of his theatrics, he'll teach him a thing or two. Nala be damned. He opened the door and stormed into the hall. Noticing nale in her room with headphones as he raced toward the steps. Getting to his room he noticed the door half closed as he slowed down, peeking inside as Jake crouched against one of his drawers, his childish laugh lingering through the air.

He bursted open the door, Jake freezing in his tracks as he turned toward Kev, a shrinking serum in his hand. Kev's face turned red, slamming the door as he approached him. "That's it.."

"N-now now, Kev, let's not be so hasty!"

"You think you can come into my house, drink my stuff, and lock me in my own garage?" He clutched his tank top, suspending him in the air as he glared into his face. His hands shook as they reached toward his head, urging to punch the lights out of him. But a glare caught in his eyes, the bottle in Jake's hand as red fluid splashed inside. 

"Give me that!" He demanded, snatching the bottle from his grasp. "So you planned on shrinking me down is that it?!" He glared at Jake, the coward holding his arms to shield himself from any hits. "Then let me give you a taste of your own medicine."

"Wait are you-?"

He popped the cap from the vial, tilting it over him as its fluid dozed him in its substance. He tried to squirm from Kev's grasp, but he wasn't letting go. He's not getting away with one, not this time. Slowly,  he noticed his clothes getting saggier as Jake shrunk passed the collar of his shirt, his pants falling to the floors as the clothing became an empty husk.

Wiggling resonated at the bottom of the shirt, Kev lifting it as Jake clinged to the wooled cloth for dear life. "Look what you did to me!" Jake shouted.

"Consider it payback for the headaches you caused." He said. He clutched around Jake's body, hearing him squeak like a cat toy as he was hovered to his face. 

"Yeah well, if you think I didn't plan for this! You've got another thing coming! I'll grow back in a day!"

Kev sterned as he glared at Jake. The brat still hasn't learned his lesson yet. He wanted to squeeze at his body until he passed out, but he looked as movement began to stir. A poking sensation extending from his pants as he looked at the lego on the floor. "Then that gives plenty of time to teach you another lesson. So you like locking people in a tight place?..." He asked, unzipping his pants, drawing out his barreled cock from inside. "Let's see how you like it when you're in my cock."

He pinched his head, cum caught between its lips seeping into his fingers before he smeared them into his skin. Jake kicked his legs in an attempt to loosen his grip, but a slight adjustment of his fingers pinned them together, pencling them into his slit as his feet sunk into his flesh.

"H-hey! Stop that!"

"Shut up!" Kev huffed, clasping his fist atop his upper half. He used his thumb as he pushed him closer, the faint swelling in his cock becoming more present as the flailing legs kicked inside. It was peculiar to sat the least, but somehow..thrilling. He closed his eyes and imagined the lego, its bulging outline massaging the muscle as he humped in place.

"That’s it, get in there." He huffed, pushing his cock more as the swelling grew larger. The cockhead suddenly cushioned beneath his presses, opening his eyes as he removed his palm. Jake was almost in, his head and arms bobbing across the surface.

"Are you crazy?! When Nala hears about this, she’ll never talk to you again?!"

"Nala won't know." He replied. "I'll make sure of that." 

He placed his thumb above Jake's head, eying him for one last time. But his body was too impatient to let him finish, a flex heaving Jake inside. He barely had time to shout before his words became muffled, swallowed up by his own member as its length rose to his shirt.

Grlrk!..Glrk...Gllrrk!

Kev's eyes couldn't look away from his shaft, the small lump descending deeper inside as it disappeared into the base. It became tight as it traveled further back, flexing them upward as it tempted to send the small step-son into his bladder. But another opening was created, the small lump descending down as the loose skin of his sac bulged.

Plunk! His left nut swelled, depositing the lump into its chamber as it dropped into his palm. That felt good, really good.

"Let me out of here!" Jake muffled from the layer of muscle, snapping Kev out of his trance.

"No. You're going to stay there." He replied, placing his cock back into his pants. "Perhaps now, you'll understand to respect your peers."

Zipping up, he dragged his hand through Jake's clothes, fishing through his pockets where keys dropped out. This should provide a good cover up. Picking them up, he made his way out the door, Nala soon approaching as she climbed the last step.

"Hey dad, have you seen Jake? I can’t seem to find him.”

"He said he had to help a friend with gas, and didn't know when he’d be back."

“Strange? He normally tells me when he was going to leave."

“He was in a hurry.” he replied. “But he said to take his car to him, so that’s what I got to do. I’ll be back.” He made his way to the door, stepping outside as he got into Jake's car. More shrink serum sat on the passenger's seat, a list of ingredients placed just next to it. 

Why not, let's see how he made this thing. Picking it up, he scanned the paper, the ingredients mixed between carbon and a few doses from a nuclear plant. Wonder how he got his on that. Searching deeper, he looked at the bottom of the page, a paragraph bolded and underlined. "Do not contact with skin. Permanent shrinkage."

"Hmph, so this was your plan." He muttered. He felt pressure below, the valve to his balls spreading out as limbs slipped inside the tube. Unzipping his pants, he pulled his cock out and flopped it upon his lap, a little lump stretching from his nut as it compressed the walls. "Grow back in a day my ass, you knew what this thing was going to do to me, Didn't you? Well then.." He paused, Squeezing Jake back into his balls. "Guess that serves you right."

"Okay Okay, I messed up! I wasn't gonna do it! I promise. Now can you please get me out of here?!"

"No, you're seeing this one through. For the rest of your life as my nut."

"What?! Wait no you can't-" Jack was cut off as Kev stashed his sac back into his pants.

"Balls don't talk." He simply said, zipping his pants before he pulled the car out the driveway.

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It was a good time for Kev as he drove through the neighborhood. He took a trip to the store and bought some snacks, deciding to wank off in the parking lot and set off steam. But then he relaxed, movement stirred as Jake climbed through his testicles, the wiggling bulge worming its way along the thin skin as cum spurted from his slit. Letting him get to the top, he waited until his little face peeked out from the lips, before clogging it with his finger. The power he felt in that moment, it was much better than when he did it with the lego.

 It could push, it can move, and he wasn’t going to let that go. He tilted his cock across his finger as he guided the bulged back inside. 

Glrk! The sound rang from his shaft, the bulge zooming back to his balls. When his cock laid limp on his lap, he cupped at his balls, watching the swollen wobble like a water balloon as Jake’s distorted yells vibrated the muscle. “It’s not great being part of a nutsack huh? Betcha wish you never pushed my buttons now.” he squeezed at the swollen bulge, pushing the protruding bulge beneath the warmth of his skin. As the sun started to cast behind the building,he took a moment to bask in its orange glow. He should probably head back, Nala might still be worried about him.

 Making his way back, Nala waited for him as she stood in the hallway. "Babygirl, I have some good news and bad news. The bad news is, I don't think Jake's coming back, he said he was moving out of state tonight."

"What? Why?"

"He didn't say, but he did say this..that you can have his car." He handed her the keys, watching them jangle into her palms. This is going to be a handful spin off on, but he supposed it was the best route than to say he disappeared. stirring resonated from his balls, faint thuds banging inside as his pants absorbed them. Heh, he's resistant he'll give him that.

Tears began to spread down Nala’s cheek, her gaze never leaving the keys in hand. He caressed her chin, and lifted her up as he brushed her hair. "There's no need to cry Nala, you are strong, and independent. Though he may be somewhere else, you still got a part of him."

"Thank you dad."

He nodded before making his way to the stairs, winking at her before he began to climb. Apart from what he said was true, she will have a part of him, but he will have the rest. He pulled at his cock as he let his balls swing between his legs like a pendulum, Muffles resurfacing  from inside. He scratched at them as he stood between the door frame. "Don't worry Jake, you and I will have plenty of time to get to know each other. Starting with my fleshlight."

He closed the door, locking it as he carried himself into his room. There, Jake's stay in His balls had begun. Lost between the layers of cock and clothes as Kev went about his day. And from that day, a week, and from that, a month. By the time Nala moved out, his balls already adjusted to Jake's presence, reduced to a little wrinkly amongst the sea of skin. And as Kev had his fun,, he couldn't help but think of that day when he swallowed him. He supposed he should thank him for the chance, now he can experience his fetish with ease, letting his balls swing as he walked nude around the house.

#cock vore #musk #shrink

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Fic for @monstrifex-art! Enjoy! (I really wasn’t sure which of your characters to take from, so I kinda mashed some visual traits together!)

A Witch in the Dark

Veil quietly handed a small vial to Elise, shaking the greenish liquid experimentally. They adjusted their glasses, fidgeting nervously. Shoulder-length black hair waved and bobbed as they looked around the room, eyes never settling on Elise, who stood a good foot taller than them. She smiled softly, patting their head and taking the vial from their outstretched hands. Veil turned to leave their wife to her scholarly pursuits, but she drew closer to them, whispering in their ear with a soft sigh. “Check the table. Your birthday gift is there!”

They kept their face straight and composed, only nodding slowly before walking out of the room. Elise blew them a kiss as Veil closed the door behind them, walking through the small, unlit house to the dining table. A window was open in the kitchen, and moths congregated around a small lantern outside. Cool air flew in, whispering the concept of winter to no-one and everyone. Veil ignored the sheaf of letters from the Ministry calling for transcriptions of their spellbooks—of which, Elise and Veil had already sent dozens to the government. The small box on the tiny, circular table was what interested them. It was a stark contrast to the worn but polished wood of the furniture, the soft couches and ornate cabinets. The material was of a sparkling black stone, and the cuboidal shape had the sharpest edges Veil had seen on anything.

A scrap of paper with Elise’s carefree, gentle script was on the top. For you, my sweetling. And only you. Inside, the velvet interior held a small choker with a pale blue gemstone. Jewelry? For me? A wave of emotion came over Veil. It’s so beautiful. Mother and Father never spoiled me like that. Images of an austere home came over them. Stiff ritualisms and noble, chaste idealism to the nation. Baroque, almost garish ceremonial uniforms and trinkets—but none of it belonged to them. Veil’s only job was to be married off to the Royal College of the Arcane’s Headmistress. They had expected that same level of abuse. Their expectations had been shattered rapidly, and they hadn’t been happier.

Veil knew very well what sorts of jewelry and trinkets their wife was enthralled into buying. They also knew that it had to be magical. A strange, almost taboo thrill came over them as they touched the soft black strip of fabric, then the precisely cut gem, its blue layers melting into a swirl caged by the geometric diamond shape. A long scroll was attached to the pantry’s wall, written over with years of black, blue, and red ink. It was a sort of calendar—if such chaotically complex scribbling could be called such—and it recorded everything Elise planned. Today, however, the event was covered with a magical shroud, blurring and causing a small headache whenever Veil lay their eyes upon it.

The object and the event had to be connected. Even that curious vial, contents unclear, had come in directly on the hour. Veil looked at the stone clock, etched with glowing sigils and floating hands of slender stone. Directly on the hour. Six o-clock.

Behind Veil, the small door leading to Elise’s laboratory started to shudder.

II

Elise drank another vial. The first one had gone down so smoothly. Why not another? In front of her was the checklist for her transformation, a three-stage-process that was supposed to only mildly modify the personality, in sharp contrast to the near total transformation of the body.

A familiar warmth grew inside her. Bone and flesh split and reformed, but she felt no pain—just a longing joy. Her darling would see her in a truly different light. She’d have the form to be their perfect mistress, for ever and ever. And what a perfect darling they were! So obedient, so gracious. Another pang of heat formed on her back. Wings split with a loud crack, unfurling with a whoosh of wind. Heat turned to a spike of pleasure. Her skin turned a strange shade of white, eyes bright blue. Sweat dripped from Elise’s face as her ears melted away, reforming into sharply pointed ones. They tingled with sensations unseen by human minds.

Elise felt her thighs shiver and twitch, growing wider and with small, imperceptible sparkling hairs. Her body as a whole grew taller and larger, bosom expanding. Her flesh continued to shed and remove hair as a whole, leaving that slender, gossamer coating only on her thighs and speckled on her back, near where the patterned, ethereal wings pumped to life. Such warmth! Such a strange, seductive siren call that was transformation! Horns grew, a deep black shade, smooth and bone-like, from her long, silver hair. A tongue emerged, pink, newly born, viscerally coated. It twitched with a dexterity Elise was unused to, and she curled it around experimentally, seeing how it automatically retracted.

She took a breath, and her nose breathed in a maddening amount of sensations. Elise struggled to keep track of herself, and looked sharply at the door. It hadn’t opened yet. She could smell Veil, their soft, warm scent. Why could she do that?

Her mind filled with new concepts, new ideas, new, more animalistic reasonings. She felt a twinge of terror at the contemplation of this new—temporary—freedom. Elise grasped for something else, and landed upon her original motivation. A gift. A love-gift, for Veil. I simply have to restrain myself.

A ping emanated from a nearby wand, adorned with a less refined version of the small diamond stone on the choker she had bought them earlier. Yes! They put it on! That wild passion threatened to overtake them again, and Elise took a small step back, feeling a wave of fear. I don’t want them to see me like this. What would they think of me?

To their credit, Veil didn’t barge in. They knocked on the door. Fear, worry, confusion—she could sense it mingling in the air around them. It was delicious. “Are you all right, Mistress?” There was no response. Veil opened the door.

III

“Don’t come in! I didn’t want you to see…” Elise halted as Veil looked on with a slight hint of confusion before averting their eyes downwards. They simply nodded slightly, and stood a respectful distance away.

“You told me to expect a change, Mistress.” Veil said evenly, not taking their eyes from the floor. Elise could sense heat rising from their face. She nodded, regaining her composure—and keeping that animalistic part of her persona in check.

Her voice was sharp and clear. “Darling. My personality is becoming more.. inhuman. Not by much, but just enough. It might be—“ Her breath caught in her throat. Veil was looking at her with those rounded spectacles, looking with the sharpest possible gaze.

Their voice was so soft, a drifting feather she could take and grasp. “Why would it matter? You’re still you. You can be free with me, Mistress.” Slender hands slightly brushed the choker. “I know what you have planned.” Veil’s voice was louder now, on the edge of breaking down into a slight snicker. It was accented by their reddening face.

That singular chuckle broke any tension, and Elise found herself snickering loudly. “It was because I was bored! Can you imagine?” She held out the glowing wand, her voice dropping down to that sultry bass that held terrible power over her servant. “You don’t have to imagine.”

Veil chuckled, and moved closer to her, falling into her grasp. Elise had to gently stoop to get out of the doorway, as she now towered over Veil completely. They spun and twisted, dancing perfectly close in a rotating circle as the small bedroom was approached.

Elise tore apart their thin clothes, feeling that same form of animalistic hunger draw over her. She pinned Veil to the bed, long tongue reaching out to lick and curl around their ears, eliciting a soft gasp. She kissed them there, tongue enveloping the inside of their mouth and leaving them in a dazed, gasping state.

She tapped the wand impatiently, causing them to moan and cry out, spasming gently. Such hunger! Such desire! A surge of overprotectiveness came over her, and her wings snapped to life, drawing a canopy of darkness over the two of them with her bright eyes providing dim light.

Elise’s voice was quiet and commanding, holding haughty elegance by the hand and slaving it to her will. “Are you a good puppy?” Veil’s soft, shuddering moans came back with a mumbled affirmative. The beating of their heart rang in her improved ears.

Elise gently took her strap, taking great care to be as soft as possible. They had done this time and time again—but never like this. She lifted Veil up, an act that was equivalent to lifting a feather, and turned them around. “Good puppy.” She patted their head gently. “Mistress has to just break you a little bit, okay?” The words came out sultry, with a high and haughty resonance. That was new.

Veil tapped on the mattress, the sonic vibrations beating in her heart like a drumbeat. “Yes, darling. I’m going to go very slowly. Whatever you want, I’ll provide.” A thumbs up, with an associated moaned affirmation.

Elise had the sudden notion to look at her slender hands, now even thinner and more.. moth-like. They were secreting a bluish oil, and the glowing residue was all over Veil. Oh. She continued, slowly moving inwards. Veil moaned and gasped, babbling meaningless things that spoke of carnal desire, thirst and love. Elise put a single hand on their lips, then a finger in their mouth, silencing them gently.

She moved in slowly, and pulled away, taking care to be as slow as possible, touching their shaking flesh and licking with that long tongue. Then, she moved in, faster and faster. Veil gasped and cried as she moved back and forth until they collapsed, shuddering and mumbling.

Another (impatient?) tap on the mattress. More? Elise complied, tapping the wand. She had programmed the choker to obey her every thought. Veil’s entire body stiffened and twisted on edge, and the queenly moth folded back her wings, smirking.

Elise tapped the wand again. Her breasts swelled greatly, and she hummed with the warmth coalescing inside of them. More. More! Her breathing grew heavy and strained, and she halted, huffing with effort. Meanwhile, Veil continued to squirm, caught in that terrible state of denial one might call enjoyable.

She wrapped her wings around them again, licking their ears and whispering. “Is my puppy trying their best? Of course you are, puppy. Let it out for your Mistress now.” She pinned their twitching hips to the bed, and went down on them quickly—slowly drawing outwards to give them the slightest bit of release before repeating. Again, and again, until her stomach felt warm, and she felt rather sleepy.

Slowly, Elise cradled her long arms around the slowly exhaling Veil, drawing their mouth up close to suckle the shimmering “milk” that came out. Their eyes rolled back in response, and they moaned again before latching on with a vicious carnal neediness she easily matched.

“Good puppy. Sleep now, okay? I’ll see you in the morning.” They crumpled into her warm embrace, and Elise found the grasping claws of sleep scratching at her mind all the same, so she let them cling to her. It gave the experience such a precious feeling, protecting someone.

End.

#transformation #fanfic #oc x oc #hornyposting #nb4f #nblw #nblw nsft #nsft #trans #monster girl #nonbinary #nonbinary oc #for artist

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Sunshine follows with Sunfall P.t. 3

Warnings: kinda ooc Jason, awkwardness, mentions jasons death, mentions a gun, and shooting someone.

This is a pretty short chapter, and I promise more Jason interactions in the next chapter!

Series Masterlist

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Even though your name and Bruce's name is on the paper work to your apartment, you prayed that Jason couldn't find a way to get to you.(if he even tried) Yes he is Judith's father and the one who decided to leave, but in the entire year that he was gone you decided that you and her do not need him. You didn't want him to come back and act like everything was fine, just like he did when he returned after his death. He came back to you differently than before. You knew that. He knew that. And he made that clear when he became Red Hood.

He just never admitted it because he didnt want you to not like the new him.

You didn't want Judith to go through the whiplash of her father leaving, then coming back like he had been there the whole time, like he was happy.

"Momma?" Judith's sweet voice spoke.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah."

You watched as she ran her spoon through her bowl of cereal, what she eats for breakfast on the days that you work. Speaking of, you have to be there soon.

"Hurry up, I've got to get you to school."

×

After Judith's breakfast, she gathered her things, and the two of you went down to the main lobby, stopping so you could get some mail. A certain envelope caught your attention. Nothing was special about it other than the missing return address. You quickly opened it up and gasped at the contents, 1000 dollars.....

×

The sound of a bell chiming alerted your co-workers of your arrival. Beverly, the older woman who has worked at the building for 15 years, was on the floor, serving some coffee to an older man. The two of you exchanged smiles as you went to the back so that you could set your stuff down and clock in.

"Hey, N/N," Taylor, the cook greeted. He was a nice kid, nineteen years old, and making his way through college trying to become a teacher. He had mentioned one time that "He will look professional one day, but he’s just doing him for now." In regards to his electric blue hair and the peirceing in his nose.

"Hey." You quickly shot back, trying to get situated.

Another co-worker of yours entered through the back door, "Hey, Carlee."

"Y/N!" She beamed.

"Thanks for babysitting last weekend."

"Of course!" She smiled even wider. "I love Judith!"

"Where's Tessa?" You asked, looking around the room.

"Not here yet." Taylor informed.

You let out a noise of acknowledgment before Carlee spoke up, "I've gotta go wait some tables."

You and Taylor mumbled out a few words of encouragement, hoping she didn't serve anyone too bad. Just as you yourself were about to go and serve tables yourself, a body flew past you, "Sorry!" The woman spoke.

"Good morning, Tessa." Taylor spoke.

"Mornin'!" She enthusiastically greeted, "I was ALMOST late."

"Well, you're not, so that's good." You mumbled, looking up at the clock that hides in the kitchen. You turned the corner, trying to leave the room that you were in, but instead ducked right back inside.

Muscular white man.

Black hair with a white streak.

Scars on his face.

Black leather jacket.

Jason Peter Todd.

Tessa and Taylor took notice of your frantic movement. "What's wrong?"

"My ex-"

"Hey, that guy in the booth over there is asking for you." Carlee interrupted you, popping back into the kitchen.

"Oh God." You whispered, a look of horror going across your face. "Tell him I'm not here."

"I kinda already said... that you were here..." She trailed off, casting you a worried glance. You took in a deep breath before looking back out of the doorway. He was sitting in a booth furthest away from the door and was occupying himself with a cup of coffee.

"We'll keep watch." Tessa told you, gesturing around the room. Taylor even turned down the stove and walked over to the doorway.

You nodded your head and wiped your face, trying to prepare yourself. Carlee gave you a soft pat on the back, causing you to let out a sigh and finally walk out of the kitchen.

With the way Jason was sitting, he was able to see you walk over, but he kept his gaze out of the window next to him, opting to watch you out of his peripheral.

"Yes?" You tried your best to sound audible as you stood next to the booth. Jason turned to look up at you, staring with an unreadable expression. His hand rose up and gestured you to sit down across from him. "I'd rather stand."

Jason let out a sigh and slowly licked his lips. "Um-" He started but cleared his throat instead.

"I'm sorry, do you need something?" You tried to treat him like any other person. He let out a short chuckle and looked in front of himself. "I- Uh- I left you some money." He finally spoke.

"Mhm." You hummed out.

He started playing with his fingers. "You ran from me the other day."

"You just shot someone and still had the gun in your hand." You deadpanned.

Jason let out another short chuckle, "Yeah, I suppose I did.."

"Seriously, do you need something?" You asked again, growing impatient.

"I-i um," He stuttered out, "I saw Jude."

"Yes, she's my daughter. I took her shopping with me."

"Look, I know you hate me-"

"You're right."

"Y/N, please-"

"Please, what Jason? Let you back in? No thanks." And with that, you walked off, not leaving the kitchen until Jason left.

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[holly-the-trash-writer]

Matching

Eleveneth Doctor x Fem!Reader

For an annonymous request!

Synopsis: For their movie date Y/n got them matching bowtie pyjamas and the Doctor loves them!

Word Count: 1,183

A/N: I'm going to stop doing requests for a little while. I have a serious case of writers block and also wanting to write for other things. I will try and get through the requests I have and then take a little break. But I hope to be writing for Eleven again soon! I love you all!

Y/n rushed around the apartment as she got everything ready for their movie night.

She had finally got him to agree to it as long as she followed a few ground rules.

Rule Number 1: Stay away from alien movies. The Doctor begins ranting about inaccuracies, the racisim and gets insulted about the portrayal of aliens in movies.

"Do I look like I have green skin or huge eyes? In all my years I have never seen any species look like that! I have seen Martians and that is not one of them!"

Rule Number 2: There must be many snacks provided.

Rule Number 3: It must not be boring.

So, with these rules in mind Y/n decided to go for 'Back to the Future Part I'.

She wanted to ask so many questions and also she wanted to hear the Doctor's opinion about the time travel in the movie.

She set down a plate of Jammie Dodgers on the table next to the bowl of jelly babies. There were two bags of popcorn sitting in the kitchen ready for popping and her secret surprise was sitting wrapped on the sofa.

There wasn't long to wait before she heard the familiar mechanical scraping noise coming from her bedroom. She ran into the kitchen and turned on the microwave before rushing to her bedroom.

She opened the door to see the Tardis cramped beside the wall and her bed. The Doctor was standing with his feet crossed and he was leaning back on the frame of the door, "Hi honey, I'm home."

Y/n's smile was dazzling him as she bolted across the room, "Doctor!"

He quickly stood straight and opened his arms for Y/n to jump into, "Ah, There's my girl." He caught her around the waist and spun her around happily. He set her down and pulled back grinning, "Am I late?"

Y/n giggled and straightened his lapels, "For once, you are right on time."

The Doctor smiled and clapped his hands, "So! What's the plan?"

"It's movie night!" Y/n yelled excitedly and grabbed one of his hands and pulled him out of the bedroom, through the hall and into the living room. Spreading her arms out and pointing to all the snacks she left on the table, "Ta da!"

The Doctor looked at the scene in front of him, the T.V was sitting paused on a movie, there were some of his favourite Earth sweets on the table, a large blanket that he had gotten her from a market they went to on another planet a few months ago and two differently wrapped packages sat in the middle of the sofa.

He grinned at the sight and ran over to the table, grabbing one of the biscuits and biting into three-quarters of it, "You can't beat a Jammie Dodger." He stated as crumbs flew out of his mouth.

Y/n smiled and walked over to the sofa to grab one of the presents, presenting it to the Doctor.

"Is it my birthday?" He greedily took the present from her and inspected it, how soft it was gave him the impression that it was clothes on the inside, "No, wait. It isn't my birthday." Thinking on it for a moment he raised a finger, "Actually, it could be. It's been so long I could have forgotten." His eyes sparkled at a new realisation, "I could choose a new birthday!"

Y/n placed her hands over his, "It isn't your birthday. I saw them in the shop and I thought of you."

The Doctor giggled and his hearts swelled at the idea of something making her think of him in a shop. He looked down at the present and ripped the paper off like a six-year-old on Christmas Day.

"They're pyjamas!" Y/n did jazz hands to make them seem a bit flashier.

The Doctor shook them out and inspected them, "They're better than that, Y/n. They have bowties on them." He lifted his other hand to wiggle his own bowtie, "And bowties are cool."

Y/n held up her hands, "Hold that thought." She grabbed her own parcel off the sofa and ripped the paper off. Showing him her own matching bowtie pyjamas.

The Doctor's mouth fell open as he looked between the two. Giggling to himself at the thought of you both in matching outfits. He vaulted over her arm chair with his pyjamas clutched in his hand, "Race you!"

Y/n also ran to her own room so she could quickly change. The shirt was a white silk button up with the small red bowties printed all over it and the shorts were a match.

When she finished changing she walked out of her bedroom to find the Doctor already slouched on the sofa, feet on the table, with a bowl of popcorn on his lap, his own pyjamas were the same material as her own but instead of her shorts and short sleeves he had long-sleeves for his shirt and trousers. He was grinning while throwing popcorn in the air and trying to catch it with his mouth. There were a few pieces scattered on the sofa, floor and his lap that had came from previous attempts.

"Having fun?" She teased him as she fluffed his hair and hopped over his legs to sit down next to him.

"You took too long." He whined before raising his arm to let Y/n cuddle into his side.

Y/n leaned up to kiss his cheek, "My apologies."

The Doctor blushed furiously and stuttered, "No, it's- it's, well, it's fine."

Y/n grabbed the remote and pressed play on the movie.

"What did you pick?"

Y/n stole some popcorn, "You'll have to find out."

The Doctor had been excited for her choice and had been invested in the movie. Up until his right hand curled around her waist and he rubbed his thumb across the soft material. Just about daring to brush his fingers under the hem and run along her skin.

Y/n did look cute in her pyjamas. Well, Y/n looked cute all the time.

Halfway through the movie and Y/n had thought she had done a good job at keeping her questions to a minimum. That was until...

"Why is it eighty-eight miles-per-hour?"

The Doctor thought about it for a moment before he frowned.

Y/n was going to question is silence when he jumped to his feet, scaring Y/n half to death as he pulled her hands and brought her to her own feet.

"What's going on?"

The Doctor pressed pause on the remote before dragging her out of her room and into the Tardis.

"Doctor? What're we doing?" The both of them slid around on the glass of the Tardis as they were only in their socks.

The Doctor grinned as he stood on the bottom level of the Tardis in front of a large whiteboard.

Y/n couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him in button down pyjamas, socks, a marker in his hand and a sparkle in his eye.

He walked over to her and grabbed her cheeks to kiss her forehead, "We, my dear, are going to do the math!"

He uncapped the marker with his teeth and turned towards the board. "The Doctor is in."

Y/n never got to watch the rest of the movie with him but sitting in the Tardis while watching the Doctor work in his pyjamas was quite a night indeed.

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ACOSF- Feysand’s pov

Part 1: The intervention

A/n: this is my first time writing anything like this, so feedback in the form of asks/comments/dms is much appreciated. I wrote this because I was annoyed with acosf and how sjm wrote the pregnancy plot. So it’s a bit of a fix-it fic. With my interpretation of the events and the characters.

There will be three parts and they’ll be up soon and you can find them on my profile or contact me and I’ll tag you.

And I hope you like it!

Feyre

“You should stop fidgeting.”

I turned to Rhys, sitting at the coffee table across from me where he was signing off papers. I dropped my hands to my sides. He looked up at me and sighed.

“Do I look that bad?” I’d seen my reflection in the window, I looked drawn, pale, tired.

The corner of his mouth curled up, “Never Feyre, darling. You shine with the beauty of a thousand stars.” He chucked at the look I gave him.

“Come here.”

I walked over to him, trying to ignore the shaking in my legs. Rhys pulled me onto his lap, pressing a kiss to my temple and wrapping his arms around my waist, fingers lightly grazing my abdomen, at what grew there.

Our child.

Our son.

You couldn’t see anything yet, but I had taken to wearing Rhys’ old sweaters around the house, something I knew filled him with that male pride. The longer we could keep it a secret the better.

As if sensing were my thoughts had travelled he whispered in my ear. “You will be a great mother.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me closer. “And you will be a great father.” He tensed under me. “You will Rhys.”

He pulled back and his violet eyes stared at me. “It’s just- hard. I had a… difficult relationship with my father,” I nod. “And it screwed me up, what if… I can’t prevent screwing up our son?”

He was struggling with this, I knew he would, those insecurities that ate away at who he was, at the father he would be. They plagued me as well, I barely knew my mother, being raised on an army of nurses, believing maybe I wouldn’t be enough to raise my child.

“You are nothing like your father, you are brave, selfless, kind, I know you Rhys.” he broke eye contact and stared at the floor.

“Rhys-.”

A knock sounded on the office door, both of us freezing.

“Open this door you two, I know you’re in there.” Amren’s snappy voice filled the room.

I stood up, and Rhys put the shield back around me, to muffle my scent. If word got out the high lady was pregnant, it would cause chaos. People would celebrate at the news of a new heir, and hope and life being brought to a world still healing. But it would also attract unwanted attention, people who would wish to harm me or the baby.

He had been so careful, so careful, in broaching the topic of the shield. As if he would startle me and I would snap at him, hormones making my temper short these days. But even I had seen the advantage that keeping it a secret would bring, being able to first make sure I would be able to carry the baby full-term- I had learnt miscarriages were frequent among the fae, as well as giving Rhys time to adjust to having a pregnant mate.

He’d almost jumped Cassian when I’d been talking to him the other day, growling at him and standing unnecessarily close to me. Cassian just laughed and flew away, and Rhys fucked me on the kitchen table. I wasn’t complaining about our high sex drives, my mate could go for hours. It was also nice to have something that was ours, even if it wouldn’t last long.

I opened the door and Amren brushed past me.

“I still don’t know why I have to be here for this.”

“Because it’s a very important issue, Amren, and your high lord requested your presence.” Rhys raised an eyebrow at his second. Amren huffed and sat down on one of the couches as Rhys magicked the papers away.

She grabbed on of the cups on the coffee table and poured tea into it.

“So. You’re kicking her out of her house, making her do something she very likely doesn’t want to, with a male she wants nothing to do with, you should have a plan B. For the worse case scenario.” She started eating a biscuit.

I looked over at Rhys.

Should we have a plan B?

Do you think we need one?

I. Do I think we need one. My sister. My sister who had spent all that money last night.

I’d been eating breakfast with Rhys, Cassian and Azriel when the bill was brought in by one of the young assistants. Who had scurried off quickly.

Rhys had taken one look at it, at the header, and read.

“Nesta Archeron…paid… billed to the High Lord and Lady…” followed by a long list of alcohol, food, gambling debts.

I sat there, crying silent tears, at what Nesta had done, at what I had let her get away with doing.

Rhys and I had argued in the past, what to do, whether to let her try and heal, or to intervene. But I knew then that there would be no hope of Nesta getting over this herself.

“I’m so sorry Rhys.”

“It’s not your fault sweetheart.”

“What do we do?”

He’d squeezed my hand, and spoke to the four of us, giving us his plan, his way to prevent her from doing any more damage to herself. I knew he’d had this formulating since solstice, since she’d shown up and insulted me, Elain and Cassian.

Elain had walked in halfway, face solemn as my mate filled her in. As much as she loved Nesta, she knew it had to stop.

He’d then summoned Amren from her apartment.

“What if she doesn’t want to cooperate?” Azriel had asked once Amren was caught up.

“A few days in a dungeon in the Hewn City would make her more inclin-” Amren began.

“No.” They all turned to me. “The human lands, it’ll be more of a prison for her, without us actually having to lock her up.” I knew from their grim faces they knew what I was alluding to. To that house in the south, crumbling away, and the high lord within it.

I’d insisted that the order come through Amren. Trying to preserve any semblance of peace between my sister and mate. I knew quarrelling families didn’t end well.

Rhys had agreed, knelt before me, wiped away my tears, and silently ordered the others out.

“I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have to keep saying that.”

“I know, but I feel responsible, I insisted we give her time, that she wouldn’t want to be treated like something fragile.” I sighed. “And it’s all for nothing.”

He’d wrapped me in his arms then, kissing my temple.

“It’ll be ok. Worse case scenario, Cassian’s balls end up nailed to a wall.”

I smiled. It was small, barely there, but I know he saw it.

“It’ll be ok. I promise.”

So we sat here now. Waiting.

I put my head in my hands. How did it come to this? I thought we could move on after the war. I knew we would never be close, but we could’ve fallen into an easy companionship.

We all turned to the door. Footsteps.

There was a knock on the door.

“She’s here.” Cassian. And Nesta.

I braced myself, Rhys stood up and walked in front of the mantle hands in his pockets. He gave me an encouraging nod.

I walked over to the door and opened it.

“You’re five minutes early, I’m impressed.”

Rhysand

Nesta looked furious. Cassian looked irritated.

“A good omen for gambling. We should head to Rita’s.” Cassian drawled as Nesta stepped inside.

“I heard you had quite the night.” Feyre smiled at her, I knew she was trying to keep as civil as possible, not wishing to startle her sister.

“You look atrocious.” Amren was harsh, but not wrong. I could see it, she was pale, gaunt, a husk of who she used to be, and what that natural fae beauty could make her. “Though I bet it’s hard to look good, when you’re out until the darkest hours of the night, drinking yourself stupid and fucking anything that comes your way.”

Feyre’s head turned and she glared at Amren.

“I want aware that my activities were under your jurisdiction.” Nesta said smoothly

Cassian murmured what could’ve been a warning.

“They are when you spend that much of our gold.”

Nesta turned to my mate, who winced. “Did you really make me come all the way for a scolding?”

Feyre’s eyes, a mirror of Nesta’s, softened, even after all of it, she still was nice to Nesta. I couldn’t say she really deserved it.

“No, it’s not a scolding.” Feyre glanced at me sharply, I hadn’t said a word yet, before looking at Amren. “Think of this as a discussion.”

Nesta stood up. “My life is not your concern, or up for any sort of discussion.”

“Sit down.” I snarled. I was not going to let her disrespect Feyre, there goes civility. The raw command in my voice, the power. It was the voice of the high lord. A voice that made faeries bow, and rethink their actions.

I saw Cassian lean forward in my peripheral vision, as if he would leap between us. The fool.

Nesta held my gaze. “You are going to stay. You are going to listen.” Or I will make you.

She let out a low laugh. “You’re not my high lord. You don’t give me orders.”

Yet I could scent her fear. I smiled cruelly. “You want to go head-to-head, Nesta Archeron?” My voice was a lethal purr. I gestured to the lawn outside the windows. “We’ve got plenty of space out there for a brawl.” She would loose. She had no strength beyond her powers, which she couldn’t even use. And she knew that. My smile grew.

“That’s enough. I told you to keep out of it.” Feyre snapped at me. I broke eye contact with Nesta and looked at her. I didn’t regret my words, but I regretted having to resort to them. Feyre angled her head. “You can either leave, or you can keep your mouth shut.” I crossed my arms. No way in hell was I leaving Feyre with her, not now. I would pay for that comment later.

“You too.” Feyre spat at Amren. Amren nestled into her chair, clearly not happy.

Nesta was angered now, less likely to listen. Feyre sat down on the couch, she swallowed.

“We need to make some changes, Nesta,” her voice was hoarse. “You do- and we do. I’ll take the blame for allowing things to get this far, and this bad. After the war with Hybern, with everything else that was going on, it… you… I should have been there to help you, but I wasn’t, and I am ready to admit that this is partially my fault.” Nesta never deserved Feyre as a sister.

“That what is your fault?” Nesta hissed.

“You, this bullshit behaviour.” Nesta glared at Cassian. He held up his hands and went on “Look, it’s not some moral failing, but-”

“I understand how you’re feeling.” Feyre cut in.

“You know nothing about how I’m feeling.”

Feyre ignored her. “It’s time for some changes. Starting now.”

“Keep your self righteous do gooder nonsense out of my life.”

“You don’t have a life,” Fere was loosing her patience. “And I’m not going to sit by for another moment and watch you destroy yourself. I decided after the war to give you time, but it was wrong. I was wrong.”

“Oh?” The word was loaded, dangerous, and I tensed. Those fae urges screaming at me to protect, to stop Nesta before she hurt Feyre.

“You’re done, this behaviour, that apartment, all of it- you are done Nesta.”

“And where, am I supposed to go?”

Feyre looked at Cassian. For once he was not smiling.

“You’re coming with me.”

Feyre

I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I knew she would fight me. I knew she didn’t want my help. But she’d waisted away. And I would not let her do that anymore.

Nor would I let to continue to spend our money and disrespect us.

“What?” Nesta was furious. Dangerous.

“As of this meeting, you’re moving into the house of wind.” I nodded to in the direction of the large palace at the east end of the city. “Rhys and I have decided that each morning, you will train with Cassian in Windhaven, in the Illyrian Mountains. After lunch, for the rest of the afternoon, you will be assigned work in the library beneath the house of wind. But the apartment, the seedy taverns- all of that is over, Nesta.” I braced myself for the refusal, the outburst.

I saw Cassian poised to jump between us, his siphons flared and I felt Rhys’ power, as if they knew I wouldn’t hit back at my sister, should she attack me. Rhys might very well kill her if she does. And I doubt Cassian would try to stop him.

“I’m not moving to the house of wind. And I’m not training at that miserable village. Certainly not with him.” Nesta threw Cassian a venomous look.

“It’s not up for negotiation.” I refrained from snapping at Amren to keep quiet.

“Like hell it isn’t.” At least she didn’t get up, even though it was probably because of the cold warning in my mate’s eyes.

“Your apartment is being packed as we speak, by the time you return, it will be empty. Your clothes are already being sent to the House, though I doubt they will be suitable for training at Windhaven.” Amren flickered her eyes over Nesta’s baggy grey dress. But that was worry in Amren’s eyes.

“You can’t do this, I’m not a member of this court.”

“You seem to have no qualms about spending this courts money. During the war with Hybern, you accepted the position as our human emissary. You never resigned from that role, so formal law still considers you an offical member of this court.” Amren waved her fingers and a book floated towards Nesta before it thumped next to her. That was about as much magic Amren could manage now. “Page two hundred and thirty six, if you want to check.” I knew she was making it up.

Nesta eyed the book.

“So here are your options, girl.” Amren went on. I glanced at Rhys, and I knew my expression was one of agony, his of half restrained rage at seeing me like this.

“One, you can move up to the house of wind, train with Cassian in the mornings, and work in the library in the afternoons. You will not be a prisoner. But there will be no one to fly or winnow you down to the city. If you want to venture into the city proper, by all means, go ahead. That is, if you can brave the ten thousand steps down from the House.” Amren’s eyes glittered, as if daring Nesta to try. “And if you can somehow find two coppers to rub together to buy yourself a drink. But if you follow this plan, we will reevaluate where and how you live in a few months.”

“And my other option?” Nesta spat. She had guts, I’d give her that, to defy both Amren and Rhys.

“You go back to the human lands.”

Nesta turned to me, snearing. “And these are my only options?”

“I-” I caught myself before I could say those words I’m sorry. It was as Amren had told me this morning. She didn’t deserve my pity. I squared my shoulders, becoming the High Lady, even in Rhys’ old sweater. “Yes.”

“You have no right.”

“I-”

Nesta exploded. “You dragged me into this mess, this horrible place. You are why I am like this, why I am stuck here-”

I flinched. Rhys’ rage grew.

“That’s enough.” I breathed. Nesta blinked. I swallowed. Only you decide what breaks you. And I’d be damned if it was my sister. “That is enough. You’re moving up to the house, you’re going to train and work, and I don’t care what vitriol you spew my way. You’re doing it.”

“Elain needs to be able to see me.” There she is again, using Elain as a shield. As if Elain would object to this.

“Elain agreed to this hours ago. She’s currently packing your things. They’ll be waiting for you when you arrive.”

Nesta recoiled.

Still I didn’t let up. “Elain knows how to contact you. If she wishes to visit you at the house of wind, she is free to do so. One of us will gladly take her up there.” I didn’t tell her Elain had specifically not come today so she wouldn’t have to deal with our sister.

The words were so awkward Cassian said, “I promise not to bite.” I recalled his first words to me, we won’t bite unless you ask us too.

Nesta sneared at him. “I suppose this was your idea-”

“It was.” I was grateful for the lie he told as he grinned. “We’re going to have a wonderful time together.”

If they didn’t kill each other first.

“I want to speak to my sister. Alone.” Nesta ordered.

I saw Cassian glance at Rhys, who levelled an assessing look at Nesta. He nodded. “We’ll be in the hall.” I knew he didn’t trust Nesta enough to go much further.

I wasn’t pleased at the subtle jab. It wouldn’t help to convince Nesta to understand we were doing this to help her. And I would be sure to let him know that.

The three filed out of the door and closed it behind them.

“You didn’t care before, why do you care now?”

I fidgeted with my wedding ring. “I told you: it wasn’t that I didn’t care. We- everyone I mean- had multiple conversations about this. About you. We- I decided that giving you time and space would be best.” I was wrong.

“And what does Elain have to say about it?”

Again, bringing up Elain in a conversation that had nothing to do with her. “This isn’t about Elain. And last I checked, you barely saw her either.”

She looked like she was thinking.

“For what it’s worth, I was hoping you’d turn yourself around. I wanted to give you space to do it, since you seem to lash out at everyone who comes close enough, but you didn’t even try.” I continued. “All you have done is help yourself to our money.”

“Your mate’s money.”

I knew there was hurt on my face, and she looked almost proud. As if I hadn’t done anything for this court, sacrificed so much, given so much.

“Thank you so much for taking time out of your homemaking and shopping to remember me.”

How dare she. “I built a room in this house for you. I asked you to help me decorate it. You told me to piss off.” Which was clearly far more than she deserved.

“Why would I ever want to stay in this house?” Nesta spat.

“Because you’re my sister.” As much as she may wish she wasn’t.

“Yes, and you’re always sacrificing for us, your sad little human family-”

“You spent five hundred gold marks last night!” I exploded, jumping to my feet. “Do you know how much money that is?” So much more than all the money we’d had all those years in the cabin. She would spend it all then. So why wouldn’t she spend it all now? “Do you know how embarrassed I was when we got the bill this morning and my friends- my family- had to hear all about it? And to hear not just the amount of the bill, but what you spent it on-” ridiculous bullshit.

“Oh, so it’s about you saving face-”

“It is about how it reflects upon me, upon Rhys and upon my court when my damned sister spends our money on wine and gambling and does nothing to contribute to this city! If my own sister cannot be controlled, then why should we have the right to rule over anyone else?” I had to work so hard. So hard to receive the same respect as Rhys. He tried. I know he really did. But even he couldn’t undo thousands of years of history and the lack of a High Lady before me.

“I am not a thing to be controlled by you,” Nesta said icily.

“That’s why you’re going to train at Windhaven. You will learn to control yourself.”

“I won’t go.”

Mother help me. “You’re going, even if you have to be tied up and hauled there. You will follow Cassian’s lessons, and you will do whatever work Clotho requires in the library. You will respect her, and the other priestesses in the library, you will never give them a moment’s trouble.” Cauldron knew they didn’t need it. “Any free time is yours to spend as you wish. In the house.”

“You had no right to close up my apartment, to take my things-”

“What things? A few clothes and some rotten food?” I stopped my pacing. “I’m having the entire building condemned.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“It’s done. Rhys already visited the landlord. It will be torn down and rebuilt as a shelter for families still displaced in the war.” We had a few temporary buildings still erected, but a more permanent one would make a massive difference as reconstruction works still went ahead.

“I never want to speak to you again.”

“That’s fine. You can talk to Cassian and the priestesses instead.” I did not envy them one bit.

“I won’t be your prisoner-”

“No. You can go wherever you wish. As Amren said, you are free to leave the house. I’d you can manage those ten thousand steps.” A small punishment. Life up there wouldn’t be so bad. Cassian was good company, and the library a fascinating place. “But I’m done paying for you to destroy yourself.”

Nesta remained silent.

“The others are waiting. Elain should be done by now.” I’d go see her after this. After I spoke with Rhys. I’d asked her to be here, but she’d decided it would be best if she wasn’t.

“I want to talk with her.”

“She’ll come visit when she’s ready.” Nesta held my stare. “You think I don’t know why you’ve pushed even Elain away?”

Nesta remained silent as I left.

Rhysand

I sat in my office. Behind my desk with Cassian in the chair in front of me.

I carefully stirred my cup of tea, the rage from earlier still lying just under my skin. I should see if Az would be up to sparring once everything was sorted out.

I set down my spoon with terrible gentleness, trying not to break it. I sipped my tea and observed my brother. “You’re ready?”

Cassian leaned back in his seat. “I’ve gotten young warriors in line before.”

“Nesta’s not some young buck pushing the boundaries.” To forget that would be a critical mistake. She had rage. Rage and a power that could destroy her if she didn’t handle it. I knew what she was doing, sleeping her way through those bars. It was a pretty shitty coping mechanism, fucking, but it was effective at pushing away the power that threatened to consume you. I would offer her help, but the female couldn’t stand me. And after the way she treated Feyre this morning, I was inclined to feel the same.

“I can handle her.” I hoped he could.

I stared at my tea, this next conversation wouldn’t be easy. And from the apprehension on Cassian’s face, I could tell he was expecting something.

“You did good work getting the Illyrians back in order this spring, you know.” They’d been pissed off after the war. Considering they were a warrior society, who bred their children for nothing but battle, and had done so for thousands of years.

“I think it’s time for you to take on bigger responsibilities.” Even after 500 years I still continued to push my friends. Get them to move on to bigger things, live up to their potential. And I likely would until the day I died, and they all knew it.

Cassian grimaced.

I chuckled. “You can’t honestly mean to tell me you didn’t know the Illyrian situation was a test?”

Cassian tucked in his wings. “I’d hoped not.”

I smirked and quickly sobered. “Nesta is not a test, though. She’s… different.”

“I know.” Cassian’s eyes gained that far away look that told me he was deep in thought. “We haven’t seen a hint of her power since the war. For all we know, it vanished with the cauldron’s breaking.”

I doubted that. Magic didn’t go away. “Or maybe it’s dormant, as the Cauldron is now asleep and safely hidden in Cretea with Drakon and Miryam. Her power could rise at any moment.”

Cassian looked unsettled at that.

“Be on your guard.”

“You sound like you’re afraid of her.”

“I am.” Mother only knew what could happen if her power was unleashed on the world. Part of why I needed Cassian to train her. To make sure she wasn’t still in that dark place should it resurface. Or we’d all be in serious danger.

Cassian blinked at me.

I raised a brow. “Why do you think I sent you to get her this morning?”

Cassian shook his head, laughing. I smiled, lacing my fingers behind my head and leaning back.

“You need to get out in the practice ring more, brother.” He wasn’t wrong. I’d gained a fair amount of my muscle back after losing some of it when I was under the mountain, but still could improve. Plus it would probably please Feyre, which didn’t hurt. “Don’t want that mate of yours to find any soft bits.”

“She never finds any soft bits when I’m around her.” She was beautiful, gorgeous, every part of her fitted perfectly to every part of me. And she was insatiable. Even more so now. Her pregnancy made her sex drive higher. Which in turn made mine higher.

Cassian laughed. “Is Feyre going to kick your ass for what you said earlier?”

Yes, and I probably deserved it. “I already told the servants to clear out for the rest of the day as soon as you take Nesta up to the house.”

“I think the servants hear you fighting plenty.” He had a point. She never hesitated to let me know when I’d stepped out of line, and I adored her for it.

I threw my brother a wicked smile. “It’s not the fighting I don’t want them hearing.”

Cassian grinned right back.

The clock chimed ten thirty and Cassian rose. “Enjoy your not-fighting.”

“Cassian.” He turned to face me. “You didn’t ask what bigger responsibilities I have in mind for you.”

“I assumed Nesta was big enough.”

“You could be more.”

“I’m your general. Isn’t that enough?”

“Is it enough for you?”

He hesitated.

“Oh you’re certainly hesitating.” Cassian looked up at me, and I knew he was checking his shields were intact. I grinned at him. “You reveal everything in that face of yours brother.” My amusement faded. “Az and I have good reason to believe the human queens are scheming again. I need you to look into it. Deal with it.”

“What, we’re doing some role reversal? Az gets to lead the Illyrians now?”

We both knew Az would rather kill the Illyrians than help them. We still had to talk him into believing they were worthy of living. Until they did something that went directly against me, we technically couldn’t punish them.

“Don’t play stupid.” He was deflecting.

Cassian rolled his eyes.

“Azriel is juggling more than he’ll admit right now. I’m not dumping another responsibility on him. This task of yours will help him. And let us all see what your really made of.” Az would never admit it, but he was struggling, between the Autumn court, the human lands, and the uncooperative faerie rulers on the continent, he had a lot on his plate. But he would never accept help from us, he’d been like this since we were kids.

“You want me to play spy?”

“There are other ways to glean information, Cass, besides peeking through keyholes. Az isn’t a courtier. He works from the shadows.” And was perfectly content doing so. “But I need someone- I need you- standing in the open. Mor can fill you in on the details. She’ll be back from Vallahan at some point today.” I was looking forward to catching up with my cousin. She’d been in the continent dealing with the remaining diplomatic issues of the new treaty.

“I’m no courtier, either. You know that.”

“Scared?” I smirked

“So I’m to deal with these queens as well as train Nesta?”

My silence was answer enough. He knew I wouldn’t ask him to do it if he wasn’t capable.

“We’re in for a long few months, then.”

Cassian was almost to the door when I replied, “You certainly are.”

I did not envy him one bit for what he was about to have to do. I’d had to convince Feyre to let me train her, but she’d been no where near this far gone. I was sorry we’d had to resort to kicking her out of her house. I was madder at her for how her actions the night before had affected Feyre, rather than the amount of money she’d spent. It’d been an enormous sum, but nothing in the grand scheme of money my ancestors had accumulated over the years.

I hoped Cassian could pull her out of that dark place she was in.

Mates usually were able to.

He’d never said it. But I knew he suspected they were. He wouldn’t’ve been so willing to do this otherwise. And he looked at her the same way I knew I looked at Feyre.

Feyre.

She was going to lay it on me when we were alone.

I smiled to myself and set off to find my mate.

Feyre

As I watched Mor winnow Cassian and Nesta away I was hit with a wave of sorrow.

She was my sister. We shared blood, and our lives. How did the three of us all end up so different?

“She’ll come around.” Rhys was standing at the top of the staircase, a faint smile on his face.

“What makes you so sure?”

“You.”

I walked up to him. Stood on the step below him and crossed my arms.

“I told you to keep out of it.”

“Sorry.” The flint in his eyes told me he wasn’t in the least bit sorry.

“You made her angry, made her build up those walls. I needed you to stay quiet and support me from the side. No offence, but she’s always distrusted you, and you telling her you wanted to fight her, did not help at all.”

He placed his hands on my biceps as I frowned at him.

“She was insulting you. Hurting you, I could see it in your eyes.” He tilted my chin up. Gods he was tall. “I’m not sorry for defending you.”

“I don’t need you to defend me, Rhysand.”

He tsked. “I know that, darling, but you would’ve done the same for me.”

He had a point. I would’ve, I had.

He pulled me into his chest and I . “It’s out of our hands now. It’s up to Nesta whether she wants to fight it. And whether Cassian can train her without Nesta cutting his head off.”

I smiled and walked up the step so I was level with him. Somewhat.

“I love you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He grinned, hands on my waist. “I love you, too.” He kissed me, and we spent the next few hours reminding each other of that.

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old friends, new adventures (nico hischier x emilia hess)

from the unless it’s you universe

Here’s my promised fic! I’ve been out of town so that’s why it’s late but I hope y’all enjoy it.

xoxo nina

“mama do we have any snacks?”

the door of the hischier house flew open as nina bounded through the door, quickly followed by a brunette.

“in the pantry,” katja replied as she smiled at the two girls. “hello emilia. good to see you around here.”

“thanks mrs. h,” emilia smiled as she caught the bag of chips nina threw her. her eyes darted to nico who sat at the kitchen table working on homework. “hello to you too nico.”

the twelve year old looked up from his papers before rolling his eyes and turning back to his work, “hi emi.”

“nico be nice to our guest,” katja scolded from her place by the stove.

“hello emilia how are you today? wonderful weather we’re having. say did you catch the game last night? riveting stuff.”

nina and emilia both burst out laughing and nico spared a smirk in emilia’s direction. their eyes met for a second before nina called her away, the two girls quickly leaving the kitchen.

“I wish you’d be nicer to emilia,” katja huffed as she made dinner. “you never know, someday you two might-“

“absolutely not,” nico cringed as he turned toward his mom. “you can marry her off to luca.”

with an eye roll katja smirked at her youngest son, “she would eat him alive. finish your homework.”

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“right there! no not- shit nico if you break my easel you’re paying for it!”

“you say that like i don’t have the money to do that,” nico grunted as he placed the aforementioned easel in the corner of emilia’s apartment. “there?”

“perfect,” emilia sighed and flopped onto the couch that was still covered in plastic. “thanks for helping me, I appreciate it.”

“no problem,” nico grinned as he pushed another cardboard box towards the couch before flopping down next to emilia. “are you excited for your new job?”

emilia nodded and opened the box in front of them, stacking the books inside next to the couch, “kohler price is a huge publishing house which means i’ll get to work on more diverse projects. there’s only so many grimm’s fairytales that you can redraw before it starts to get repetitive.”

nico’s deep laugh echoed through the apartment as he pulled a book out of the box and inspected the cover. it’s about rapunzel, a young girl with long golden hair flowing across the cover with flowers blooming around her. the illustration is breathtaking, nico grinning at emilia’s name scrawled across the bottom of the cover as the illustrator.

“well you’re very talented,” nico held up the book as if it showed proof of his words. “but I don’t think you need me to tell you that.”

pulling another box toward him nico watched as emilia blushed deeply, busying herself with organizing the books onto her shelves in the corner, “it’s just nice to be out in the world and ready to explore you know? I mean you travel all the time for work.”

“yeah canada in the middle of winter is thrilling,” nico huffed with a smile as he opened the box in front of him. “nothing quite like freezing to death in-“

emilia looked up from her spot by the shelves and yelped as she dove on top of the box nico had opened. their eyes met and before she could say anything nico collapsed into a fit of laughter as her face turned an embarrassingly bright shade of red.

“stop! I didn’t think you’d be opening the box when I packed it,” emilia shrieked as she pushed the box into the corner of the living room.

“and you decided to pack your sex toys right on top?” nico huffed out as a wide grin spread across his face. “jesus how many are in there em? surely you don’t need all of them.”

“they all do different things,” emilia scoffed and nico raised his brows. “i’m not explaining vibrators to you hischier. some of us don’t have girls throwing themselves at our feet because we can hit a puck with a stick.”

“I do not-“

“don’t even try to correct me,” emilia smiled as she carried the box to her bedroom then came back. “when I went to that game last week every other girl I saw had your jersey on. not to mention the amount of screaming when you skated out.”

emilia grinned widely as a deep red colored nico’s cheeks. satisfaction buzzing under her skin she went to pour two glasses of red wine for them before returning to the living room.

“to your new adventure,” nico raised his glass with a smile as emilia rolled her eyes is mock exasperation. “and to old friends.”

“to old friends and new adventures,” emilia smirked as they clinked glasses.

#nico hischier #nico hischier fanfic #nico hischier fan fiction #nico hischier au #nico x emilia #nina writes

[neonponders]

Part 26 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🥐

Part 25

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Eddie didn’t bother with the front door. He came around the side yard, waving a hand, while the large black butterfly that was small Eddie tried to keep up with his strides. Like an instinctive warning had chimed, large Eddie pauseed to catch him, and set a huffing and puffing little guy on the table.

“Good morrow, all.”

Small Billy said outright, “I thought you could fwy?”

“Short distances! I’m not a dwagon,” little Eddie defended.

“He’s trying,” the bigger Eddie consoled and gently extracted Chrissy from a gingham shirt pocket that did not look like his. From the hard grease smear alongside the buttons, they could guess it belonged to Eddie’s uncle, who alternated shifts at the local chemical plant and automotive factory.

Little Steve greeted, “Mornin’, Chwissy. Want some fwuit?”

She started to answer, but little Eddie’s pathetic collapse made her attend to him first. Little Steve and Billy helped her get him up as he whined, “Don’ step on my wings.”

Large Billy nodded backwards toward the kitchen. “There’s coffee in the pot.”

“Sweet,” Eddie said, glad for an escape out of socially obligated nonsense.

Billy’s eyes drifted over the littles, before settling on his own, who munched on a morsel of peach. Billy nudged the little’s back for his attention. “Is it good?”

“It’s zippy. Wike, it’s not all sweet. I wike that.”

“Me too,” he crooned in his morning baritone. A small smile curved Billy’s face as his little walked between his fingers to sit on the back of his palm, examining his silver banded ring by knocking a tiny fist against it.

Meanwhile, big Steve asked, “Chrissy, what do you guys like to eat?”

She threw her hands up with a jubilant, “Croissants!”

Steve’s brows flew up, disappearing under his hair. “Oh.”

Eddie emerged from the house with a mug of coffee. “The Pillsbury kind. Do you know what that is, Harrington.”

Steve sighed as he pushed himself up. “Yeah, the can is green, right?”

He smirked at Eddie, who stood by, unamused before he decided he might be allowed to sink into a seat. Billy heard the beep of the oven turning on and considered mini croissant sandwiches to be a good start to the day. “Where’s your girlfriend?”

“She’s not, and she’s got like church or whatever.”

Billy snorted, but any inclination for a reply went silent as he watched Steve sneak behind Eddie with a familiar blue cylinder, mostly brown now since he’d torn off the outer layer of paper. He thwacked it against Eddie’s chair, causing the dough inside to burst and the cylinder popped.

Eddie went rigid like an electric current had passed through him. Steve snickered and bent over to lean on the table, showing the littles. Small Billy and Steve exclaimed at the stickiness while Chrissy poked it once, preferring to sniff and say, “It smells nice.”

“Croissants coming right up,” Steve announced, only to have small Billy flagging him down.

“Take me with you!”

He set his hand down for little Billy to get settled on his palm and offered to little Eddie, “Let’s get you some water, huh?”

The poor guy looked drunk off of a cube of peach, but he climbed on and little Billy held his hand to make sure he stayed on for the ride to the kitchen.

It was Eddie’s turn to ask, “Do you like to cook?”

“Sometimes,” Billy responded.

“Your little guy sure seems to enjoy it.”

“I like people who cook even more,” he said before going in for a sip of his tea.

Eddie joined him with his coffee. “Subtle.”

They listened to little Steve and Chrissy chitchat until little Billy’s voice piqued their interest and they took the littles to the breakfast bar. Little Billy took great pride in helping Steve roll up the dough, especially licking off jam when it leaked out of the croissants with jam filling.

As soon as little Steve was standing on the counter, he exclaimed, “Biwwy! Why’rwe you slimy?”

Instead of getting an answer, Billy poked his cheek and licked the jam off little Steve’s face. “Because it’s yummy.”

Big Steve put the tray in the oven and promptly started filling the Barbie pool with warm water. A morning in the pool doubled as a bath.

Eddie watched his little pick up an escaped blueberry and offer it to Chrissy. “Wanna share?”

As they passed the jammy fruit back and forth, Eddie remarked, “I didn’t expect mine to be the prudent ones. If you’re not careful, they’ll eat each other.”

Large Billy countered, “They’re only in danger of me eating them.”

Small Steve shook his head as he stepped onto the towel laying like concrete around the pool. “Siwwy Biwwy. If you nom nom us, then you’ll be wonely.”

Billy loomed close to the counter, face sneaking up behind little Steve. “Or you’ll always be where I can find you.” He snapped his teeth, causing the little guy to jump.

“EE! Hey!”

He grinned like a wolf and made kissy noises. Steve stomped over, cheeks aflame until his momentum made him fully run into Billy’s lips, hugging his face. “Meanie.”

A strange burst of pain hit Billy’s jaw, making him lean back and realize small Billy stood next to Steve, glaring fiercely. Large Billy realized, “Did you just kick me?”

The little guy inhaled so deeply, his chest lifted like a cartoon character. “DON’T SCARWE STEVIE!”

To large Billy’s credit, he kept his voice mellow. “The little guy’s been bossing me around all morning.”

“IT’S GOOD IF IT’S STEVIE!”

On quiet, careful feet, Chrissy approached little Billy and rubbed a hand on his back. Like wind almost blowing a candle out, his anger collapsed before he recovered. Between deciding not to fight anymore, and simply being too tired, little Billy grabbed Steve in one arm and held Chrissy’s hand as he stomped over to where little Eddie stood on tiptoes to slurp down a bottle cap’s worth of water.

Big Billy stood up, only to face Steve with one hand on the counter and another on his hip. "He’s sensitive in the mornings.”

“He’s always sensitive,” Billy snapped, then diffused once he realized what he said.

“That’s why we jazzercize,” Steve finished and then exhaled, “but there’s no jazzercise on Sundays.”

As the uncomfortable quiet of waiting for the oven to finish filled the room, Eddie knocked his rings against the counter before eventually admitting, “Should I go, or...?”

However neither Steve nor Billy answered at first. Billy turned the oven light on to see inside the window, while Steve’s head sagged to the side. Eddie rolled his eyes. He’d thought bringing his littles over would be a nice break but these two were a piece of work -

The front door burst open, and Eddie heard Robin yell, “Kitchen?”

“Yeah,” Steve droned with a look at Eddie as if to say, That’s why you might as well stay.

Robin strolled in, smiling at the smell, only to freeze with her hands up as if to catch something. “Why is the energy weird in here?”

“Billy needs to apologize to Billy.”

“Again?”

Eddie snorted, earning glares from everyone involved. He shrugged happily. “I’m feeling so great about myself. Ignore me and continue.”

To everyone’s surprise, Max strolled in. Her stepbrother frowned. “Where’d you come from?”

“A lake,” she sassed.

Robin elaborated, “I cut through your street and she was skateboarding. I gave her a lift on my bike.”

“I was cleaning off my wheels,” Max finished as she took a seat next to Eddie.

Steve chimed, “Thanks,” before he watched little Billy tote little Steve over to Max and demand entry to her hoodie pocket.

With them cradled in the pocket on her lap, she lifted wide eyes at her brother. “What happened?”

Blue eyes lolled in their sockets. “Little guy can’t take a joke.”

“So...like you?”

Billy’s lips pursed, a sure sign he was about to spit fire, but Max beat him to it with, “Our parents leave for the week.”

That relaxed Billy’s mouth. “Right. Sunday...”

Max confirmed, “They’ll want to see you before they go.”

“Yeah,” Billy played off indifferently, but he stood up off the counter beside the oven and said, “I need to change clothes.”

“After they’re gone, you can make it up to B with a sleepover.”

Both Billy and Steve froze. Robin tried and failed to hide a smile. Max did far better in keeping her humor to herself. “I mean, Steve doesn’t have to do all the work. I’m sure knocking over all your hairsprays and colognes will make B feel better.”

The muscles in Billy’s jaw clenched -

The oven timer beeped, and Chrissy jumped excitedly. “They’re ready! Yay!”

#i'm sorry for all the non-americans #pillsbury is a VERY well known and used brand here #everyone knows the blue cylinder of croissant dough #americanisms #harringrove #wrecked-fuse #neonponders #eddissy #hellcheer #pocketverse #pocket!au #like magnets

[onebigfangirlworld]

Family Dinner

Summary: It’s Sunday night which means time for family dinner for Maverick, Iceman, Reader and the dagger squadron

Relationship: IceMav x daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x sister!reader

Warnings: none

word count: 2097

A/N: This is my attempt at a sequel to On the Outside Looking In, you don’t have to read it to know what is going on but it would help, not beta read

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“I’m sorry, what’d you say?” Y/N pulled one of ear buds out. She had been sitting at the kitchen table, working on her homework while her dads made dinner. The dagger squadron was coming over for Sunday dinner, and her dad’s were cooking. Y/N has been working on getting to know the squadron and expressing her feelings instead of keeping in. She was also trying to get to know all the new siblings she had. So far, Y/n was closest to Fritz, which made Bradley a little jealous as he was used to being Y/N’s favorite.

“I said, can you help set the table, everyone’s gonna be arriving soon,” Maverick repeated himself, as he pulled a dish out of the oven.

“Oh yeah, sure. Do you mind if i put my things in your office,Pops? I’ll get them after dinner.”

“Sure pumpkin. Just no snooping through the papers on the desk,” ice told his daughter.

“I know. Jeez its like I havent been living with the two of you for the past 20 years,” Y/n teased as she put her things in the office. “So whats for dinner tonight?”

“Jeez, its like you should know, you’ve been sitting at the kitchen table while we’ve been making it,” Maverick responded.

Y/N grabbed the plates from her pop’s hands and moved toward the table she had just been occupying. “Hahaha your so funny. Should’ve been a comedian instead of a pilot.”

“Y’know, maybe I will do that once I retire.”

“Seriously Dad? You retiring? That’ll happen the day pigs fly and hell freezes over.”

Ice chuckled at his family. He was happy that Maverick had been, albeit not willingly, promoted to rear admiral, had accepted that position as squadron commander of the Dagger Squadron and would be around more permanently. Bradley was also back home now. He could tell the Y/N was happy about the promotion, and Bradley being home, as well. Granted, neither of them had realized that with the promotion and new squadron, Maverick would be taking in 11 stray Naval aviators. There had been a few hiccups at the start, with Y/N feeling left out of the family, but they had pushed through that.

“Back to your earlier question pumpkin,” Ice interrupted his husband and daughter’s conversations, “we’re having lasagna, salad, garlic bread and the cake that you made. Can you move the bread basket and salad bowl over to the table please?”

“That just sounds like carb overload at this point. Are you trying to put them into a food coma so that they can’t fly tomorrow? Is this your secret plan to have one day off?” Y/N asks. The doorbell rings and she moves to go answer it.

“Maybe but don’t tell any of them!” Maverick called after her. “And tell them that they can just walk into the house! They don’t have to knock every single time!”

“I will!” Y/N calls back. “Hey guys, come on in!” 

Y/N moves out of the way and allows Harvard, Yale, and Fritz to enter the home. 

“By the way, Dad wants me to remind yall that you don’t have to knock or ring the doorbell, you can just walk right in. Where’s everyone else?”

“They should be right behind us. We all left at the same time,” Fritz tells her. She gives him a quick hug and lets all of them into the house. “So how have all of you been?”

“Just trying to survive training with Maverick. I mean how is he so good at his age?” Yale responds. They all walk into the kitchen to help finish setting up the diner table. Everyone greets each other.

“Dad fought for a long time to keep his wings. It’s why he’s only just now a rear admiral, kept turning them down to keep flying,” she puts one of the salad bowls on the table, “I’ve been in the backseat, while he flew and I don't think I’ve ever been more scared. He is fearless and I can’t imagine training with him.”

“Oh, did he also get you up in an f-18? I heard he did with penny too,” says Harvard. The front door opens and closes.

“I would’ve ground his ass faster than he could say F-18,” Iceman says. 

“Who's getting grounded?” a voice asks. Everyone turns and there stands Hangman, bob, Phoenix and Coyote. They all greet everyone. 

“Me, if I took Y/N up in an F-18. I never did but I have thought about it,” Maverick tells the group. “Where’s everyone else?”

“They were pulling up as we were walking in, so should be in any-” Phoenix starts but is interrupted by the front door opening and closing.

“We’re here! Sorry we’re a few minutes late cause someone took forever to do their hair,” Halo accuses.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to look like a 2013 popstar,” Omaha responds. 

“Enough.” Ice puts a stop to their bickering before it could even get started. “Now that everyone is here, we can eat. Has anyone seen Y/N and Fritz?”

“They were just here.” Harvard trails off. Y/N and Fritz had disappeared from the kitchen and dining area. Those two together are chaos personified. 

“FRITZ! Y/N! Where are you?!” Bradley yelled.

“Jesus, why are you yelling? Were right here?” Y/N asked.

“Well you and Fritz disappeared and usually when that happens, something happens,” Bradley explained.

“We were just in the living room talking.” Y/N and Fritz gave each other a look. 

“I don’t like that look,” Bob states. 

“It’s the only one Ive got Bobby,” retorts Y/N.

“Can we eat now? I was promised food,” Fritz says. Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, and moved to sit at the kitchen table. 

Ice and Mav sat down at their respective seats at the heads of the table. The sound of a fart broke through the sound of chairs scraping on the floor. Everyone froze and looked at each other with a look that said “what was that?”

Ice stood up and looked at his chair. A red whoopee cushion sat deflated.

“Okay whos bright idea was this?” Mav asked as he held up an identical whoopee cushion to hte one on Ice’s chair. At this, Fritz and Y/N busted out laughing. Soon everyone joined in.

“Is this what you two were up to while we were all in the kitchen?” Maverick asked as he laughed.

“Maybe,” Y/N drew out the final syllable. Then turned and gave Fritz a high five. 

Soon, everyone had calmed down enough and they started passing all the food around. The family talked amongst themselves, as the food was passed around. 

The sounds of cutlery scraping against plates, and laughter filled the home. The house used to be so quiet, with just Ice, Y/N and Maverick living in it. Now, it was full of life. 

“So Y/N, you never answered how you’ve been Mav’s backseater if he’s never taken you up in an F-18?” Haravard asked, a reference to the earlier conversation.

“Dad has a P-51 Mustang stored at his hanger, and anytime he’s home he takes me up in it,” Y/N responded.

“Ice and I have both tried to get her to get her civilian pilot's license but she doesn’t want to,” Maverick interjected.

“No, I am very happy sitting in the back seat. Even if it is sometimes like riding a roller coaster,” Y/N responds with a chuckle. The group returned to their own conversations. 

“Did everyone get enough to eat?” Maverick asked the group. Some nodded yes and others responded verbally. “Hope you have room for dessert, Y/n made cake for everyone.”

“Are you trying to put us into a food coma, Mav?” Halo asked, while some nodded along to her statement, wondering the same thing. Maverick only chuckled.

“I asked him the same question earlier. I think he is,” Y/N told the group.

“Don’t tell them all my secrets, Y/N.” Y/N left to get the cake. She had worked hard on it and didn’t trust anyone else to carry it.

“While she’s occupied, I’m telling you all this now, keep May 20th and 31st open. Y/N’s graduation is the 20th and we're gonna have a BBQ on the 31st with everyone to celebrate graduation and her birthday,'' Ice told the kids. “And keep this on the down low she doesn’t like celebrating much so all she knows is that we're having a family get together.”

“Ohh are we talking about the family getting together in May?” Ice nodded his head. “Are the uncles coming? I haven’t seen them in forever and I miss them.”

“They all said that they would be here, pumpkin. Now, who wants cake? It’s chocolate.”

“So Y/N any boyfriends or girlfriends?” Phoenix asked. Y/N blushed. She opened and closed her mouth like a fish before going back to slicing and serving the cake. She really did not want to have this conversation.

“She hasn’t had one since high school. They broke up right before they both graduated. What was his name again, Ice?” Maverick responded for her.

“Carl,” Ice told his husband. Then turned towards Y/N, who had been standing next to him, as she sliced the cake. “You haven’t told him about Adam yet, have you?”

“Carl?” Bradley asked.

“Adam?” Maverick asked.

The voices started overlapping, wanting to get more answers about both names. 

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” Y/N asked Iceman. “When people ask were I get the ability to stir the pot and cause drama I’m gonna blame it all on you.”

“They won’t believe you, pumpkin,” Ice told his daughter with fondness in his voice. Everyone’s voices started overlapping, clamoring for information about Y/N’s previous relationships. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you more,” Y/N said, getting the group to quiet down. “Thank you, now please hold all questions to the end.”

“Yes, I did have a boyfriend in high school. His name was Carl, dated from the time we were sophomores all the way up until graduation. Literally, we broke up as we were walking to the stage. “

“He was a good kid. I liked him,” Maverick added. Iceman nodded his head in agreement. 

“Adam was more recent and very very short lived. I’m talking two months and none of you were supposed to know about it.”

“Y/N L/N did you really try to have a secret relationship?” Maverick asked.

“Wait L/N I thought your last name was Kazansy?” Hangman asked.

“Y/N is technically my niece. When my sister and brother in lawv passed, I got custody of her. We just didn’t bother to change the last names,” Iceman explained. Some people nodded their heads in understanding 

“Yes, I did. Anyway, Adam, met him on the beach. He was here for a vacation, thought it’d be a nice fun summer fling, and that’s all it was till he showed up on the last day of his vacation banging on the front door. When I answered, he practically begged me to try long distance, I said no and deleted his number. Pops, heard all of it and asked me about it and I told him the whole thing. I was gonna tell you dad, but then everyone just got busy.”

“Tell them the best part,” Iceman said. 

Y/N groaned. “Do I have too?”

Iceman laughed at his daughter. Everyone but Iceman and Y/N had confused looks on their faces.

“It’s the best part,” Iceman teased.

“Fine. Adam was a pilot. In the air force.” 

A beat and then it was like a bomb went off. First, Maverick started questioning his daughter’s sanity, and if she was okay. Then the rest of them started chiming in with their own thoughts. 

“I know I know, but to be fair the only rule that I had for dating was no naval aviators and technically he’s not a naval aviator,” Y/N told the group.

“No, he's so much worse. I mean seriously an Air Force pilot,” Bradley said.

“Like I said it was only a summer fling that ended when he left.” Y/N hoped that that would calm the group down and it did for a little bit, until Fritz decided to open his mouth.

“Is now a bad time to bring up the date you went on last week?”

“Fritz!” And with that sentence, a whole new can of worms was opened.

#top gun maverick #top gun #top gun maverick imagine #tom kazansky x pete mitchell #tom kazansky x reader #pete mitchell x reader #writings of one

[lostfirefly]

Tell me what you want to hear, something that will light those ears, I'm sick of all the insincere, so I'm gonna give all my secrets away

You will be surprised but the idea for this fic came to me from a dream. In my dream Buggy and I were in the subway (on our way home) and were listening to the music through the headphones. In the second half of the dream someone beat me but that's another story :)

Description: Catherine came back home and found Buggy lying on the couch with the headphones.

Warnings: Fluff (as always), Buggy is little bit angry.

Words: 1580

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

The title is taken from "Secrets" by One Republic.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

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"My beloved clown, I'm back. I sent my sister a gift and a card from us. I hope she likes it. I walked around a bit and went to a couple of your favorite pastry shops. Sorry, I didn't find your donuts today. But I got you a double portion of churros, chocolate muffins and a bottle of good whiskey. I hope you're still alive and didn't die without me." Catherine came home from her short walk. 

She put a paper bag on the pouf next to the front door and began to take off her sneakers. "Quiet? The only time our apartment can be quiet is when I'm here alone. Buggy, are you home?"

There was silence in response. 

“It’s strange. He didn’t seem to be going anywhere.” She mumbled, shrugged, took the bag in her hands and went to the kitchen.

As she walked past the living room, she heard quiet sounds. Catherine went into the kitchen, placed paper bags on the table and tiptoed towards the sounds coming from the living room. She poked her head through the doorway and saw Buggy lying on the couch with his head on the pillow. 

He seemed so cozy to Catherine. In home clothes, without makeup and with his hair down. It was one morning at the beginning of their life together when she accidentally saw him without makeup, and it was a real drama. She liked the fact that after a few months of living together, he began to be at home with a clean face more often. 

Buggy's legs were bent. One feet stood on the couch. One leg lay on top of the other and moved slightly.

“What is he doing?” Catherine narrowed her eyes and looked closer. She saw a white wire from the headphones. "Headphones? What? Pinch me! Is he singing?!" She could hardly contain her laughter. 

Catherine quietly walked over to the couch and bowed her head over Buggy. He lay with his eyes closed, continuing to twitch his leg to the rhythm of the music and singing silently. His fingers lightly hit the player, his head also slightly moved to the rhythm of the music. And he hummed. He hummed songs quietly. Buggy looked so relaxed and cute. Catherine didn't know whether to yank one earphone out of his ear or tap him on the shoulder. She smiled and gently ran her hand through his loose blue hair. 

“Holy crap!! Geeez!" Buggy jumped in surprise so much that he split into pieces. "Are you completely crazy? Fuck! Why are you sneaking around like that? Who does that?" A flying head screamed at Catherine. 

"I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!!" She clutched her stomach laughing. “I came home, called you, you didn’t answer. I decided that you had gone out somewhere and then I found you here on the couch so calm... and singing!” 

“Shit! You could have signaled your appearance somehow differently. And stop laughing, for god's sake!” He blushed with indignation.

“I'm not laughing. I just didn't know you could sing." Catherine sat down on the couch and wiped her eyes from tears. “My great and fearless Buggy the Clown is also a singer. Have you tried performing in bars? Maybe we can earn more money this way?” She fell on the back of the couch and couldn't stop giggling. 

"Oh, fuck you!" The head, body with separate legs and hands flew into the bedroom. 

"Come on, my Buggy Bear! I'm kidding!" She squeaked from the couch and continued chuckling. 

"Fuck you! I'm not talking to you!" An offended voice came from the bedroom. 

"Come on! You sang very well and it was very sweet. You just never did that in front of me and I was surprised." She tried to soften her laughter, but she didn't do a good job. 

“I didn’t do a lot of things in front of you!” Buggy grumbled from the other room. 

“Buggy, my love, please, forgive me! You have a pleasant voice.” Catherine got up from the couch and walked towards the bedroom. Buggy's body was sitting in a chair. His head and hands were on the bed. Feet stomped irritably in one corner. 

"Why do you look like this, my little bear?” She pointed her finger at every part of his body. “Are you going to be mad at me in a disassembled state now?" She continued to giggle. 

The head did not answer anything and only looked displeasedly at Catherine. 

“Oh, my silly clown, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." Catherine looked at the head with round, sad eyes. 

Buggy didn't answer. All his parts flew to the kitchen, taking the player and headphones with him. 

“Come on! Buggy! Why are you so mad? I didn’t catch you doing something worse. You know what I mean, right? I would be surprised to see this. Because now you have me.” Catherine started laughing again. 

“Fuck you!!” 

"Why didn't you ever sing to me?" She followed him into the kitchen. “Buggy, honey!”

She opened the door to the kitchen with a guilty look. Buggy was still separated into pieces. “Are you going to fly back and forth around the apartment from me? You know I can follow you around all day and evening.”

She walked up to the floating head and gently touched the hair. 

“Why are you so angry, my blue-haired boy?” Catherine leaned down to kiss the top of his head but his head flew on the table. 

“Okay. Keep being offended. I can take your hands.” She grabbed one of the flying hands and glanced at Buggy. "Ha, I got you! At least one of your parts.” She began to tug gently on his fingers and tease him with her voice. "Who's the one who's so mean? Who's offended by his favorite cotton candy?"

Buggy looked at Catherine for a long time not taking his squinted eyes off her. 

"I brought you churros. And chocolate muffins. Your favorite." Catherine tried to say this with gentle irony. With one hand she held Buggy's separated hand, with the other she took out his favorite dessert. "See how much I love you. I took you a double portion special for you. Only for you-u-u." She twirled the churros stick in her hands.

Buggy rolled his eyes and put all his pieces back together and sat down on the chair. 

"Give it back." He said in a stern tone.

"What am I supposed to give you?" 

“Hand. Give me my hand back.” There was slight irritation in his voice.

“What if I don’t give it back? Will Buggy the Singing Clown punish his beloved Cathie-pie?” She said playfully. 

“I. Said. Give. It. Back.” He drilled her with his eyes.

“Wow. With no “cotton candy” or “baby”. You must be very angry at me.” Catherine sat down on a nearby chair and gave him his hand. She put her elbows on the table and put her chin on her hands. “Do you want churros? I bought them at your favorite store.”

"I don't want anything." He put the headphones in his ears and crossed his arms. 

"Ok." She said softly. 

Catherine got up from her chair, opened the kitchen cabinet, stood on her tiptoes and took out one whiskey glass and one wine glass. She poured whiskey into a glass and put three ice cubes in it.

Catherine took the drinks and put them on the table. "With ice. Just the way you like it." She said it as gently as possible.

She moved her chair a little closer to Buggy and gently touched his elbow. "My little Bear..."

His face did not change. His arms were still crossed and his face looked angry.

Catherine stood up again, took the churros, chocolate muffins and placed them on the table. 

He took the whiskey, sweets and went to the bedroom without saying a word.

Catherine sat in the kitchen for about ten minutes, then got up, took the wine and went to the bedroom too.  

She saw Buggy sitting on his side of the bed. He leaned his back against the headboard. She put her glass on the nightstand and climbed onto her side of the bed, covering them both with a blanket. 

She rested her head on his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry. Your voice is so beautiful. And it's so calm. I'm sad that I've never heard you sing. But if you don't want to sing in front of me that's okay.” 

Catherine gently touched his hand with the fingers of her right hand and asked quietly. “What are you listening to?” She looked up at him.

Buggy turned his head slightly towards her, sighed, put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. He pulled out one earphone and handed it to her. Catherine put the earphone in her ear and snuggled closer to Buggy. He took her right hand, kissed it and glanced at Catherine. 

“Stop looking at me like that with your green eyes, my silly clown. I’m blushing.” She extended her left hand to the top of his head and began to gently run her hand through his hair.

Catherine saw a slight smile on his face and Buggy suddenly began to hum a song quietly and softly.

“Amazing. Thank you..” Catherine exhaled calmly, she settled under his armpit, placed her free hand on his chest and closed her eyes. “I love you so so much, my Buggy Bear.”

He squeezed her arm slightly, kissed it again and answered quietly, trying not to lose the beat of the melody. “I love you too, my cotton candy.” 

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[dilf-din]

Safe Place to Land: Part 1

—A Frankie Morales Series—

Summary: Hi friends! It’s finally here. I was inspired to write the story of Frankie and his love starting at high school graduation, through the events of Triple Frontier, and beyond. With a stretch of time that big, I’ve got a lot to work with. I’ve already completed 6 chapters and have much more to cover. Here’s chapter 1, I hope you enjoy it!

WC: 3300

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff, friends to lovers, maybe light language?? No use of y/n

Rating: T, won’t go beyond that, I don’t write smut but there are some ~spicy~ moments, no explicit descriptions of sex though

Part 2

I’ll always be there when you call. Forever yours, Frankie class of ‘03

You shuffled through the papers on your desk to find the stack of graduation party invitations you had collected from your classmates. Just a few remaining before the end of summer. Tonight was Sadie’s, your best friend since fifth grade. Sadie had gotten into the NYU theater program. Her flight leaving in less than a week. She was magnetic, vivacious, the center of your graduating class, the roots holding you all together. You knew tonight would be crowded and you dreaded it, but if anyone was worth putting on a brave face for, it was her.

You chose a yellow sundress and sandals, throwing your hair into a high pony to keep it off your neck. The Colorado summer heat crept late into the evenings so you weren’t worried about catching a cold. Your wrist jangled with the charm bracelet Sadie had given you as a going away present, the sound filling your heart with a bittersweet feeling. Plodding downstairs you kissed your dad on the top of the head on the way to the front door. “Sadie’s grad party is tonight,” you said taking your keys off the hook, “I’ll be staying at her place.” “Have fun,” your dad smiled sweetly. “Let her know we’re sorry we couldn’t make it,” your mom said exiting the kitchen and wiping her hands on an apron before giving you a kiss on the cheek. “She understands,” you said quietly, squeezing her hand before picking up your backpack and slinging it over one shoulder.

She only lived about 5 minutes from you making for an easy drive. The sun was just beginning to sink lower in the sky painting everything with that quintessential orange summer glow. The line of cars was backed up all the way around the neighborhood so you parked at the pool house and opted to walk. The pavement warm beneath your thin sandals, the sounds of sprinklers and laughter coming from up the street. The August air wasn’t too heavy for as warm as it was. Your skin glowing with a thin layer of sweat already.

You followed the sound of pop music coming from a set of outdoor speakers right up to her back gate. The Beck family’s house was massive with a back yard to match. You saw dozens of your classmates and teachers mulling around in groups. The buffet table looking sufficiently dented with enough food to feed another suburban army in the kitchen you were sure. Right on cue, her mother flew out of the double glass doors carrying a plate of sandwiches. You were quickly by her side, “Need any help mama?” you slipped your arm around her waist as she refilled a tray. She smiled warmly and said, “This is for you too. Go have fun!” You were secretly wishing to hide in the kitchen. The amount of overlapping conversations you were catching at once was dizzying. Just when you felt your breathing catching up to you, you felt a hand on the small of your back and heard a familiar voice say, “Hello beautiful.” You smiled ear to ear and turned to face your friend. “Hi Frankie,” you said in a sing song voice, “You always show up right when I need you. How do you do it?” “My spidey senses were tingling,” he joked tickling your arm. “You okay?” he asked more seriously, shoving his hands in his pockets. His big brown eyes were so earnest, his mess of waves spilling out from under his hat like always. “I am now,” you replied simply, “I never know what to do at these things. I need a social situation partner since mine is currently busy,” you said glancing at Sadie as she floated around the yard grinning and laughing and hugging everyone there. The sunset had nothing on her glow. Damn you were going to miss her.

“Well I’d love to be a stand in for the evening,” he said offering you his arm. You gladly took it. “Let’s get some food and hide,” you said with a twinkle in your eye. Minutes later, you found yourselves camped out on the front porch away from the noise, two plates of finger food between you. You weren’t kidding when you said Frankie had always shown up at the right time. He was there in 7th grade when you got your first period in P.E. He gave you his hoodie to tie around your waist and urged you to keep it after you washed it and brought it back. He was there at your freshman pool party when someone pushed you in fully clothed. He helped you out and gave you his towel even though it was cold and he was wet too. He was there in the audience at the talent show last year when a traffic accident had held your parents up and you didn’t think you could do it without them. He talked you down then winked at you from the front row while you sat to play your piano piece with trembling hands.

Most recently though, he rescued you on prom night. Jason, the quarterback you had had a crush on since you were in diapers, was in between catty girlfriends and asked you to be his date. You were flabbergasted, of course you said yes. You wore a beautiful black dress with a poofy skirt, got your hair and makeup done, the whole nine yards, just for him to ditch you two songs in when his ex showed up. He only brought you to make her jealous. You ran broken-hearted into the hall, tears streaming, feeling like a fool. Frankie found you crumpled in half in front of your locker a few corridors down from the auditorium. “Now that’s not fair, I can’t see how beautiful you are all curled up like that,” his voice drawing you from the hiding place in your arms. You gave a weak smile and opened your mouth to speak. “Sadie told me,” he knelt down offering you a tissue, “That guy’s a dick, he should’ve never used you like a game piece to get back at her. What do you say we go get a few good dances in?” he offered you a hand. He had started growing his beard out, and though it was a little patchy, you thought it made him look grown up, not the same kid with glasses you met all those years ago. A small smile turned up the corners of your mouth, and you followed him back to the twinkling lights and generic music. He held you close for as long as you wanted, swaying quietly, just enjoying the comfort of his warmth. He looked so handsome without a hat on, and you wished you had the courage to tell him.

When you were ready to go, he drove you home, stopping for milkshakes along the way. You could barely remember the way the night started by the time you were waving at him from your front porch watching him back out of your driveway.

And here you were again, on the verge of a small panic attack, but Frankie, always on time, coming in to make you forget the rest of the world.

“Ew what is that,” he exclaimed with a grimace bringing you back to the present. “Oh, looks like you found the tofu nuggets,” you said stifling a laugh as he tossed the other half into the bushes. “Let the raccoons have that mess,” he continued sticking his tongue out in an exaggerated way. The conversation was light. Talk of summer jobs, other graduation parties you had each been to, who was going to what school. He was in the middle of telling you about a burnt popcorn mishap from the theater he had been working at when you interrupted him. “When are you leaving?” His face fell, fingers ripping at the edge of a napkin. “Saturday morning,” he said looking at the ground. It was Wednesday night.

Frankie was going to flight school. He had enlisted and no one could talk him out of it. He had talked forever about being a helicopter pilot. Your heart was in your stomach. One more person you weren’t looking forward to letting go of, only this was a bit more high stakes than your friends going to school out of state. You willed your tears not to fall but that didn’t stop them from building up at your lash line. He said your name softly and scooted across the porch floor until he was next to you, his arm over your shoulder in an instant. “I’m so happy for all of you,” you sniffed, “Really, you have to know I am. Going off to chase your dreams. It just makes me feel like I’m never getting out of here, like I’ll be stuck in this town forever,” you said quietly. He absorbed your fears and rested in the quiet of your confession. “Do you trust me?” he asked tracing his fingers up and down your arm. You looked up at him through bleary eyes and nodded. “Come with me on Friday night, I’ll pick you up at the skate park at 5. Can you get Sadie to cover for you?” he asked turning your chin up to face him and you nodded. “What are you planning Morales?” you questioned with a small smile. “You’ll see,” he grinned.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” you asked Sadie nervously. “One thousand million percent, go get your boy,” she urged over the speaker of your flip phone. He had told you to dress comfortably so you chose a pair of baggy jeans with your favorite high tops, a simple grey tank top, and you tucked your favorite cream colored cardigan over the slouchy bag hanging from your shoulder. Your parents thinking you were spending the night with Sadie, you didn’t want to wear anything too nice and raise suspicion. You pulled into the skate part at 4:36. The butterflies in your stomach on autopilot causing you to arrive early. You and Frankie had never explicitly talked about this thing between you. Sometimes you were convinced you imagined it. Whether or not this was a date or led to a confession, you knew you loved him and would be sad to have his comforting presence gone from your life. Before you even parked, you saw him leaning up against his smooth black camero seemingly trying to fix his hair in the side view mirror. You couldn’t help but smile. He was in light wash jeans and his faded, white Aerosmith tee shirt that you loved so much. Atop his messy head head sat an equally faded bass pro shops hat. He smiled warmly at you as you parked one spot over from him. Your door opened for you and a soft hand extended to help you out. “You look beautiful,” he said closing your door behind you. “I look like I do every day,” you dismissed, unable to hide the flush it brought to your cheeks. “I know,” he said earnestly.

His trunk popped open to reveal a picnic basket, a blanket, and a longboard.

“What’s this for?”

“I wanted to take my best girl on a proper date before I left,” he said matter of factly piling the items into his right arm and offering you his left hand. Your fingers tangled with his without hesitation. You tried to savor this moment instead of thinking how much it would hurt to let go.

He picked up sandwiches from your favorite deli, fresh fruit, chocolate covered strawberries, everything you could think of. You both gushed over the mango he picked out. Slicing off pieces to hand to each other. You had settled in a patch of grass on the edge of the park off to the side of the walking path that wound through the woods just behind you. After you ate, he took your hand and walked you through the basics of riding a longboard. His steady hands on your hips, both of you laughing.

After about thirty very wobbly minutes and a lot of encouragement from Frankie, you felt brave enough to take off. “That’s it! You’ve got it!” he cheered as you zipped down the path making it about 20 feet before hopping off into the grass. “I think that’s as good as it’s gonna get,” you laughed stumbling back to retrieve the board. “I just remembered you saying you’ve always wanted to learn so I figured I’d give you your first lesson and a good board, maybe something to keep you busy when you’re feeling down,” he said reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. “Frankie,” you said softly, “This is too much. This must’ve cost a fortune, and the food too—“ but he cut you off. “Please let me spoil you like I’ve always wanted to,” he pleaded earnestly. “Now, we have much to do still,” he said clapping his hands and turning to clear the mess from the picnic. “There’s more?” you gasped jogging over to help him fold the blanket and empty the trash in a nearby can. “So much more,” he winked.

You turned to Frankie with a grin as he pulled into the parking lot of the town’s arcade. You had a love of all things 80’s from the music to the silly games waiting for you on the other side of the door. And of course Frankie knew that, he knew you better than anyone you were starting to realize. You got lost looking at the lights while he purchased some tokens handing you a cup. “Go crazy, princesa,” he whispered to you with a smile. You grabbed his hand and pulled him behind you laughing. They had all the classics like Pac-Man and Donkey Kong, but your favorite was Galaga. The two of you laughed blasting aliens for what felt like hours.

“Are you ready for your next stop?” he asked leaning up against a console, his hands in his pockets, hat turned backwards. He looked too good to be true, your heart ached as the clock crept forward to your inevitable goodbye. You held out your hand, “Lead the way, Morales.” He smiled and took it gladly, lacing your fingers together with a squeeze as he led you back to his car, only letting it go as you lowered yourself into the passenger side. He shut it gently behind you.

It was nearing 9:30 by the time you pulled into the theater parking lot. Instead of stopping at the ticket counter though, he walked right past. His two coworkers winking.

“What are we seeing?”

“You’ll see, hermosa,” he replied leading you to the concession counter.

You grabbed a popcorn and an icee to share before he led you to a theater on the very end. There was no one else in it.

“Pick anywhere, it’s all ours,” he smiled at you. “Pulling out all the stops I see,” you replied choosing the very back row under the projector. It was a small room, only fitting about forty seats. You guessed it was for the less popular releases.

You two nestled into your seats propping your feet up on the row in front of you. Frankie lifted up the arm of the chair that separated you two and you gladly tucked yourself into his chest tilting your head back to look at him. His beard tickling the top of your head. “Hi,” you smiled, your cheeks flushing at the proximity. “Hi princesa,” he breathed back smoothing your hair gently. The movie came on suddenly so you straightened a little bit to face the front as the opening credits for the Phantom Menace started playing. “Frankie!” you exclaimed and he chuckled. “I remembered it was your favorite,” he pressed a kiss to your temple.

Truthfully, you were glad that he chose a movie you had already seen so you didn’t feel bad stealing conversation and savoring your last few hours together.

You watched in silence for a while, hands brushing each other in the popcorn bucket, pressing pieces to the other’s lips. “You can’t do this,” you said quietly sitting up and pulling away from his embrace to look him straight on. “What do you mean?” a look of worry on his face. “This. All of this. Give me impossibly high standards just to leave,” you whispered, your voice cracking on the last word. The tears were back, this time spilling over with no hesitancy. “Hey hey hey,” he said cupping your face in his hands. Your name rolling gently off his tongue like it had for the last almost 10 years. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” He hesitated before continuing.

“Look, I’m all in. It’s always been you. It will always be you. I’m sorry it took me so long to say anything, I was afraid of losing you, but now that I’m going, I had to say something. I had to know…” he trailed off.

“If I feel the same way?”

He nodded.

“Of course I do,” you sniffed placing your hands on his face, mirroring his hold. “Frankie, no one knows me like you. No one treats me like you,” eyes falling to the floor.

He paused before responding. “I’m not going to ask you to wait for me, but please wait for me. I promise in a few years I’ll be making good money and I can fly you far away from this place,” his voice thick with sincerity and kept promises.

You looked into his brown eyes once more, they were lined with tears now too.

“Let me take care of you,” he pleaded.

“Frankie it’s not even a question, I’ll wait as long as I have to, as long as I know you’re coming back to me.”

“Nothing could keep me away,” he drew a hand away from your face to link his pinky with yours.

“Please kiss me.”

“Yes ma’am,” he pulled you into him, kissed you slowly and tenderly, like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to do, the only thing he knew how to do.

You had kissed a few boys before, but never like this. Never like Frankie. Your hands tangled in his messy hair knocking his hat off. He never faltered, just held you close.

You eventually pulled away from each other and you settled back into his chest. His arms around you tightly.

“I love you, you know?” he murmured into your hair.

“I know,” you nuzzled into his chest.

You dozed off like that, nestled against his heartbeat, his scent enveloping you. You awoke to him whispering your name softly, “Baby, we gotta get going. They’re locking up in a minute.”

You peeled yourself from him, stretching and stifling a yawn. “What time is it?” “Almost one,” he replied finally picking his hat up from where it had fallen earlier. “Do you need to go?” you asked quietly. “I don’t want to,” he responded. “I’m sure we can find something else to do,” you smiled.

You ended up back at the skate park. Using the camping hammock you kept in your trunk and the blanket from the picnic, you hung yourselves a little bed in a clearing of the woods. Almost a perfect circular opening in the trees giving way to the stars above you. You slept nestled together feeling like the only people in the world.

The sun’s rays crept into your haven signaling it was time to go. Even though you had spent all night in his arms, it wasn’t enough. The goodbye was tearful on both ends, full of whispered promises. “I love you hermosa, I’ll be back before you know it,” he pressed one last kiss to your lips.

“I love you, Francisco.”

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[harleychick91]

The Best Birthday Ever (rated G)

Lena wants to spend her birthday with her best friend. What that turns into was never part of Lena's plan.

Full fic on AO3 and FFN

This is insane. I shouldn’t just show up to Kara’s and see if she wants to spend the day with me, driving around aimlessly with the top down, finding a few hole-in-the-wall places. She’s always said that if I needed to, or wanted to, stop by that I’m more than welcome.

Before my resolve wavered, I pulled into a parking spot and made my way to the reporter’s door. Taking off my sunglasses, I slid an earpiece into my belt. Knocking, I waited. I hope I didn’t underdress too much. Jeans and a nice sleeveless shirt. No one in National City has seen me in something like this. Kara has seen me in my lounge clothes before. She won’t care.

Confusion washed over me when an older woman answered the door. “I recognize you,” she smiled. “You’re Lena Luthor.”

“I am, yes.” She looks so familiar. My eyes flashed across the room behind her. This is definitely Kara’s apartment. I can see my appointed blanket on the couch.

“I’m Eliza, Alex’s and Kara’s mother. Please, come in.” Stepping to the side, the older woman allowed me entrance.

That’s where I recognize her from! The photo albums and pictures on Kara’s desk and around her apartment. “Thank you,” I smiled. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Danvers. Kara’s told me so many stories.”

“You as well. Between everything Kara has told me, what’s been in the papers, and your TED Talks, I feel like I already know you.”

Kara talks about me to her mother? “I hope all was good.”

“It was,” Eliza chuckled. “I almost feel like I have three daughters instead of two.” Warmth filled my chest at Eliza’s words.

“Mom, who are you talking to-oh God. Lena, hi!” The agent’s voice pitched upwards with each word.

“Hi.” Crossing my arms, I studied the brunette. “What was that reaction for?”

“I…um…” Alex stammered, pulling out her phone to text someone.

“I hope you can make it to Thanksgiving this year.” Eliza made her way towards the kitchen. “Can I get you something to eat or drink?”

“No, thank you though.” She’s definitely the woman who raised Kara. That woman always offers me something to eat or drink the second I walk in. “Kara invited me but I may have to work.” I feel bad for lying.

“Well, I’m also inviting you this year.” Eliza smiled warmly. “Hopefully you can make it.”

“If you’re coming, then I’ll do my best. What brings you to town? I thought Kara said you flew in next weekend.”

“We wanted to see Mom longer!” Alex blurted, wrapping an arm around her mother’s shoulders. “This woman makes the best BBQ wings ever.” Hearing a frantic knock, Alex went to answer the door.

Walking in, Kara held a paper grocery bag in each arm. “Heeeyyy, guys. What’s up?” Eyes grew when the blonde saw me. She tried to speak but nothing came out.

“Kara?” Becoming self conscious, I looked over my outfit. “I dressed down because it’s my day off and I thought it would only be us.”

“I think you broke her brain,” Alex smirked.

“Alexandra,” Eliza warned.

Before Kara could respond, there was another knock at the door. “I’ll get it.” Alex moved quickly across the apartment. “Pretty sure I know who it is.”

“You look really good in green,” Kara smiled sheepishly. Tearing her eyes away, a light pink tinted the reporter’s cheeks. “S-Sorry for staring.” She murmured, placing the bags on the counter.

“No harm done.” I don’t mind when you stare. It makes me feel wanted.

The blood drained from Kara’s face when she saw who was at the door. “Mrs. Danvers, it’s nice to see you again.” Mike, from Kara’s office, walked in with a large bouquet of flowers. “These are for you.” He smiled, kissing Kara’s cheek. A shot of jealousy made its way through me.

“Reel it in a little.” Taking the flowers, Kara placed them on the table. “Thank you. They’re lovely.”

“Too much?” He frowned, disappointed in himself.

“For American society, yes. You normally only kiss certain people who you find special or some family members if they do cheek kisses.”

“Oh,” he paused. “But I’ve never seen you kiss-,”

“That’s enough!” Alex cupped her hand over Mike’s mouth.

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[thefallennightmare]

Broken-Three

Pairings: Barry Keoghan x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, implied smut, mentions of alcoholism and death.

Summary: A failed marriage wasn't in the cards for Reader, she thought she found her happily ever after with Barry. While trying to overcome the heartbreak, a tragic event brings them back together temporarily. Will the devastating loss bring them back together or be what pushes them apart for good?

Authors Note: nothing to add!

The house I had grown up in that used to be filled with so much love and warmth now felt cold and empty. It wasn’t in my plans that once I finished packing up my apartment back in the states that I would have to jump across the ocean to now possibly pack up my parents house. 

I arrived back in my hometown late last night and decided to stay at a hotel once I arrived, not having the energy to walk through the home till after a full night's rest. Not only did I have to get my parents' affairs in order, I also had to plan their funeral. It wasn’t an easy task and I wished that I wasn’t alone in this. Being an only child, everything fell on my shoulders. 

The morning had been filled with various amounts of my parents' friends coming by to offer their condolences while dropping off a large casserole dish of some type of meal. Now the sun had begun to set, and I sat at the kitchen table with a large envelope in front of me that I was dreading to open; my parents will.

We never had a close relationship, my parents and I. I left for college right at eighteen and only came back home a few years later to tell them that I met someone while out in Los Angeles and was engaged. They were happy for me and promised to help with whatever I needed for the wedding; and they did. While I was living my own life, so were they, but we still managed to talk every couple of days. 

It was only until my divorce that we got really close. My parents allowed me to stay here for the first couple months to get on my feet before I flew back to the states to settle my own things there. 

My feet began to pace around the kitchen in hopes that I could gain the courage to open that envelope. I didn’t know what to expect to read, not knowing what my parents had. Tears pricked in the corners of my eyes, knowing that if I did open that envelope, it would become all too real.

I scanned over the bar cart in the corner of the kitchen, a wide variety of alcohol staring back at me, almost tempting me to have a taste; just a small taste. 

My sobriety had been on the right track for the last couple of years but the last year had been the hardest, dealing with the divorce and now the death of my parents. I was standing on the edge, ready to jump. The only person that was able to keep me from falling stopped being that person when he signed the papers.

“Fuck it,” I shrugged before snatching the bottle of vodka. 

My lips wrapped around it, downing it in seconds. The taste slightly burned my throat but nothing that I wasn’t used to. I tossed the empty bottle onto the ground, crashing to the ground with a loud echo, and reached for another bottle, it being gone just as quick. 

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. My parents had so much left to live for; retirement, having grandkids, and dying at old age. Not in the car by someone who couldn’t look away from their phone. 

“It’s not fair,” I slurred while crashing onto the couch. 

Another large swig finished off the bottle and it rolled out of my hand, clanking to the carpet below. I ran a very tired hand over my face and contemplated having another drink or head to bed to prepare for the next few days, alone. 

The viewing then the funeral. 

Of course there would be other members of my family and friends there but they’re not the ones that I wanted; needed. He was currently on the other side of the world in Los Angeles and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he would leave what he was doing to come here for me. 

Barry was over me and I needed to get over him. 

Right, like that’ll happen. 

My eyes burned a hole into my phone in my lap, knowing that drunk me didn’t care what I was about to do, however, in the morning, sober me would regret it. 

I cnt beleaf u lft me. I nED U. the died. Mis u looovee uuuu.

The alcohol consumed me faster than I thought it would, eyes falling heavy, and I was asleep before I could read the new text that buzzed my phone. 

There was a soft tune playing throughout the small funeral home as I stood broken, frozen, as people walked past me one at a time, offering me their condolences. It fell on deaf ears, the hangover blocking out the noise. It had been so long that I had to deal with one that I had to bite my tongue whenever my head would pound on the inside. 

Thankfully, no one could tell that not only was I dealing with a hangover, they couldn’t tell that I had something different in my water bottle. Whatever I needed to get through the next few days. 

“Y/N, sweetheart. Some of the guests are wondering if there are any bottles of water left?” 

My tired eyes looked up from the ground and noticed my moms aunt Lori. 

“Uh,” I looked around the room we were in. “I think so. Let me go check.” 

I excused myself and out into the hallway of the funeral home, hoping to find the person that was helping set this up. There was a large group of people crowding the hallway. My parents death brought out a lot of old friends, but my gaze fell on one person that stood out amongst all of them. 

A soft gasp fell from my lips when his eyes bore into me and he wore a sorrowful smile on his face. I felt the breath get knocked out of me and couldn’t stop the stumble over my own feet as I tried to steady myself. 

“Hi,” he breathed. 

I had to blink a few times to make sure he was actually standing in front of me. 

“Barry, wha-what are you doing here?” I asked, confused. 

It was his turn to be confused. “Your parents died. I had to make sure you’re alright.” 

“I’m fine,” I gave him a reassuring nod. 

“Right,” Barry scoffed. “Then what was with that text last night?” 

My cheeks burned red with embarrassment. When I woke up this morning, I remembered the text I sent him last night and with the wave of nausea from the hangover, I hadn’t had the chance to see Barry’s text in response. 

“It’s been a very long week and I’ve been exhausted. I must have sent it while I was falling asleep or something,” I lied. 

“What was it this time? Wine? Whiskey?” Barry questioned with his arms crossed. 

I shook my head, not wanting to have this conversation with him. Especially here and now. 

“If I would have known that all it would have taken for you to text me back was to get drunk, I would have done it a long time ago,” I muttered. 

Barry looked at me with disapproval; an all too familiar sight when I would fall off the cliff. His hazel eyes bored down at me and as I looked at him closer, I could see that there was a small amount of stubble grazing his chin. 

I had always loved the way he looked with hair covering his soft features. 

He ran a hand over his chin. “We got divorced, Y/N. Why would I text you back?” 

“Then why are you here?”

“For you,” he began. 

“I don’t need you, Barry!” I yelled. “You said it yourself, we’re divorced! 

After gaining the attention of others around us, Barry gently grabbed my elbow and pulled me towards a quiet corner. 

“Why can’t you just accept help when someone is giving it to you?” Barry questioned. 

“I’m doing fine. I don’t need your help anymore. I’ve been taking care of myself the last year and definitely can get by without you.” 

His nostrils flared slightly and with our new closeness, I knew exactly what he smelled. 

“Vodka? In your water bottle? Still doing that trick?” 

“Fuck you,” I seethed. “I don’t need this. I have to go bury my parents.” 

I ripped my arm out of his grasp and turned my back to him, hoping that it was the last time I would see him.

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[starset21]

Chapter 8: Christmas

Standard Disclaimer: I only own my original characters, I've done some research but there will likely be Navy/military inaccuracies, and I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may be found is on tumblr and Wattpad under @.itswildflower

Looking for the other chapters? U.S.S. Christmas Masterlist 

A/N: OMG its the final chapter (officially 👀)! This story is heavily inspired by the hallmark movie of the same title and is very self-indulgent. I'm also trying a different format than I'm used to using.

Summary: It's Christmas! Will everything work out?

“Looks so good. I'm starving,” Jackson mentioned as he helped his mom in the kitchen.

“Would you wait, please?” Elizabeth chided before they both turned to the doorway where they had heard it open and close.

“Oh, Kate, you made it!” her mom exclaims.

“Yeah! Of course, no article's gonna keep me away from my family on Christmas Eve.”

“How'd it turn out?” Jackson asked.

“Oh, beautifully, thanks to the Williams,” Kate set her things down.

“I am proud of you,” Elizabeth tells her.

“Thanks, mom,” Kate smiles.

“Let's dig in before it gets cold!” Jackson exclaimed. Both of the Wells women rolled their eyes at him before dishing the food and eating. After they were done Kate and her mom remained in the kitchen doing the dishes.

“Did you tell Jake about the article?” her mom asks.

“No, but he came by my work the other day,” Kate told her.

“Really? What'd he want?” she asks.

“To see me again.”

“I think you should.” Elizabeth looked at her daughter, who had set down the last dish in the cabinet. 

“Mom, can I ask you something?” Elizabeth nodded.

“Did you ever think about what your future would be like with dad? In the beginning?” Kate asked.

“No. I just knew that I really liked him. Pretty soon… I loved him. You know, I never told you this before, but I broke off my engagement with your father.”

Kate’s brows furrowed. “What?” 

“Mm-hm. The military thing. It scared me too,” she told her.

“Really?” Kate asked.

“Mm. But as hard as I tried to fight it, I knew he was the one. So... I flew to Japan to surprise him,” Elizabeth told her. “Are you serious?” 

“Mm-hm. And he proposed again. In front of this beautiful temple. And it was perfect… Romantic… Mostly, I think, because that time… I knew it was forever.”

“I had no idea.”

“It was hard being apart. But we had this... connection, whether he was a thousand miles away or next to me at the dinner table,” Elizabeth reminisced. 

“Yeah, but all his deployments, I mean, it was hard on us, I can only imagine what it was like for you, raising two kids practically alone,” Kate contemplated. 

“Yeah. It was hard. But honey, don't you get it? He gave me you kids, and you were the best thing that ever happened to us. And you, Kate. Oh, you were the light of his life.” 

“He lost his life too soon because of his job, though,” Kate said sadly.

“A job that he loved. He cared so much about protecting this country. A life of service, Kate. That's something to be proud of.”

Later that night Kate decided she should try talking to Jake again, so she called the number her mother had written down for his house. “Hello?” Ron picked up the phone.

“Hi, Captain Kerner. It's Kate.”

“Kate! Hey, Merry Christmas. Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, um, sorry to bother you, but I was calling to see if Jake was there?”

Ron looked over to where his son was sitting on the couch opposite of him. Jake shook his head. “Oh, Jake, yeah, he's, um… He's... well, actually, he's... he's not available at the moment,” Ron told her.

“Oh. Um… Well, can you tell him to read the paper tomorrow and that I'll be at Picasso's diner at 10:00 if he wants to talk?” she asked.

“I'll pass that along, hon. You enjoy your Christmas, Kate,” Ron tells her.

“You too,” she tells him before hanging up and sighing. 

“He's... not available? Mom, what does that even mean?” Kate asked as she went downstairs and collapsed onto the couch beside her mom.

“Well, maybe he's just busy. It is Christmas Eve,” Elizabeth tells her logically.

“Yeah, maybe. Mom, you want to tell me some more stories about dad?” she asks.

“I'd love to.”

“Bye! Thanks! And merry Christmas!” Kate yelled to the paperboy as she collected the paper.

“Mom?” she called out as she came in.

“Mm! I'm in here!” Her mom exclaimed from the living room.

“Hey, merry Christmas!” Kate called.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

“Look. Here it is,” she handed her mom the newspaper.

“That's it? Oh, Kate! I can't wait to read it. Where's my glasses?” Elizabeth asked.

“They're right here,” Kate handed them to her mom. “Thank you.”

“I'll get the coffee started,” Jackson grumbled as he came down the stairs. 

Meanwhile at the Seresin/Kerner residence. "Hi," Jake greeted as he wiped some sleep out of his eyes.

"Merry Christmas, son."

"Merry Christmas, pops."

Ron didn't see a need to beat around the bush so he jumped straight into business, handing him the newspaper. "I think you need to read her article. She may have had a… Change of heart."

"Thanks, pops. Sure."

"I grew up as a Navy brat, and I loved my father, but I always resented that his job took him away from us. Last week I took an unexpected cruise of a lifetime. There were no midnight buffets or pool parties on the lido deck. It was a chilly Christmas tiger cruise aboard the U.S.S Polaris. While I was there, I discovered a special couple who changed the way I see love, family and the military. Jonah and Dorothy Williams love story is extraordinary…"

Jake read through the rest of the article quickly and when he was done he carefully set it down on the table in front of him.

"Good article, right?"

"Amazing article. I gotta hand it to Kate, she found an incredible love story," Jake told his father.

"And what about your own story?" Ron asked.

"Pops, you mind if I...?" Jake trailed off.

"Go."

"Christmas cappuccinos on the patio. Perfect," Kate sighed as the finished up their family morning at Picasso's.

"This is the perfect Christmas. We're all together, and your future award-winning story has just been published. Yay!" Jackson exclaimed and Kate laughed.

"Thanks, Jackson." Kate couldn't help but glance around, looking for that familiar head on blonde hair.

"Honey, if it's meant to be," Elizabeth tells her softly and Kate takes a deep breath before nodding.

"All right, shall we get this show on the road?" Jenny, Jackson's girlfriend of 2 years asked, standing up.

"Yeah, let's go." The family all stood up and pushed in their chairs.

"Hey, Jake," Jackson spoke up, causing Kate to look up from where she was gathering her things.

"Merry Christmas, Jake," Elizabeth tells him as the family gives Kate a knowing look and beginning to walk away.

"Merry Christmas," he tells them as they offer him a smile and continue on their way, leaving Kate behind.

"So I, uh, read your article. You learned a lot from your time in the Navy," he teased.

"Four whole days. But, you know, with the tight quarters, it was more like four weeks, military time," Kate shrugged.

"You know, I knew there was something special about you from the time I laid my eyes on you at the ball," Jake told her, stepping a little bit closer.

"Spilling wine?" she laughed. "Jake, I... I've never met anyone like you. You're... meticulous, spontaneous… Serious, but fun, and… And so handsome in a uniform."

"Handsome, huh?" he raised a brow.

"Uh-huh. And I got something for you. I, um… I got it at the Christmas train show."

"Oh… Thank you. Feel like I'm six years old again back at that train show. You know, you've made me happier than I've been in years. I have something for you too. Here.”

His lips brushed hers, soft and warm. He withdrew some and watched her.

"That’s it?" Kate demanded, and he laughed and kissed her fiercely.

“It's perfect.”

"Wanna dance?" Jake asked as the song playing over the outdoor speaker changed.

"I'd love to. Merry Christmas, Lieutenant."

"Merry Christmas, Kate."

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