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honeybadgerwritings · 2 years

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Never Trust An Elevator

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Requested: “12🧍‍♀️angst with Eddie Munson”

Prompt: “Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you?”

Warnings: Angst, Arguments, Public Embarrassment, Claustrophobia, Panic Attacks

Summary: Eddie’s been quite a dick to you lately, can things be mended?

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In all those cliche teen drama movies it was always a given that the nerds and freaks would stick together no matter what. They’d find solace in each other and were accepted. It didn’t matter how weird they were; if they were band kids, math geeks, or video game nerds. They were better than the jocks and preppy girls, and there was a lot less drama. Turns out, real life is actually quite different.

Moments ago you had been happily chatting with everyone at the lunch table and listening to Dustin ramble on about his new D&D campaign. And then Eddie showed up.

He slams his lunch tray down onto the table and takes a seat next to Gareth like he has been for the last four months. You immediately shut your mouth and hang your head low at his presence, playing with the goopy mashed potatoes on your tray. He used to sit next to you. He used to steal food off of your tray. He used to wrap his arm around you while he went on his over the top theatrical spiels about how high school is a waste of time.

He used to.

You have no idea what happened between you and him. You’d been best friends for the longest time, and you’d grown up living next to each other until he moved to the trailer park. But one day four months ago he never came to pick you up before school, and when you confronted him about it after walking three miles, he just started giving you the cold shoulder. You have yet to figure out why.

“So Y/N,” Mike starts, oblivious to your reluctance to speak, “Are you excited to finally join us for the campaign tomorrow?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you in excitement and your heart immediately sinks. You’d missed so many recently and you could tell it was really starting to disappoint them, so you promised them that you would be at this one.

But you couldn’t hold up that promise.

Three months ago your mom had gotten sick. Really sick. She’s been bedridden and unable to work. So you had to not only take up an extra job, but you had to take care of her and your little brother as well. Because of this you had to start backing out of hellfire campaigns to work your shifts or pick your brother up or take care of your mom. But you couldn’t tell any of them that, you didn’t need to burden them with your life problems. You did wish you could tell Eddie though, he would understand. At least the old one would.

“Um,” you nervously rub the back of your neck, trying to figure out how you should say this, “About that actually..” You can practically sense everyone’s disappointment without even looking up. Suddenly, two hands loudly slam onto the table shaking everyones trays, and startling you.

“Let me guess,” Eddie starts, “The princess can’t make it again?” You bite your lip, not looking up to meet his eyes as you slowly shake your head in shame.

“I have something else I need to do-“

“You always do dont you?” Eddie laughs, mocking you, “You just never have time for your friends anymore I guess.” You scoff at his words and shake your head again.

“Yeah as if you’ve been such a great friend recently...” you mumble under your breath. Eddie’s head perked up at that and he glared at you.

“You know what I think boys?” He speaks loudly, standing up onto the table, “I think, that she thinks she’s too good for us.” By now there were a lot of eyes on your lunch table as Eddie loudly declared your betrayal. He slowly walked down the length of it, continuing to speak, “I mean why else would she skip out on our campaigns with no actual explanation?” He mockingly wonders aloud.

“Eddie stop it.” You hiss, heat rising to your cheeks in embarrassment as almost the whole lunch room was paying attention to this exchange. He only laughs and the rest of the table stares at you with sympathy.

“C’mon Eddie that’s not fair-” Jeff attempts to chime in, only to be cut off by the man himself.

“Oh and what she’s doing is?!” He asks incredulously, “She hardly even shows interest in us anymore, and when she sits here she doesn’t even looks at us, let alone talk to us.” He eventually stops in front of you and you refuse to look up at him, visibly shaking in both embarrassment and anger. Tears prick at your eyes and begin to drip down your cheeks.

“So what else am I supposed to think when she starts breaking promises too?” He squats down in front of you, eyes studying you carefully. “The only possible explanation is that she thinks she’s too good for us....” He reaches out and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him, “Isn’t that right sweetheart?”

You tear your face away from his hold and stand up, angrily grabbing your chocolate milk from your tray and dumping it over his head in the process. The entire lunch room audibly gasps.

“Fuck you Eddie Munson.” You seethe before storming out of the cafeteria.

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It was now 7pm and you were shifting through old newspaper articles in the basement of the library. School had ended hours ago and you were incredibly thankful when that last bell rang out, signaling the start of the weekend. Everyone had been staring at you since lunch, and you could only hope that they would forget about what had happened by Monday.

You had a huge essay due next week and you were searching for sources to back up your thesis. You normally weren’t so focused on your grades, but you couldn’t afford to fail your senior year. In the fall you would need to be home to take care of your mom and brother, not retaking Mr. Figs english literature class.

The old elevator in the corner of the room made a loud clanking noise, startling you. The stairs were being remodeled or some stupid shit so people were forced to use the metal death trap if the wanted to come down here. A loud sigh escaped your lips as you realized someone was on their way down, already missing the peace and quiet you had. The doors creaked open and you looked up to find the last person that you wanted to see right now: Eddie.

He’d very obviously showered and changed his clothes since lunch, as there were no remnants of chocolate milk left on him. He looked extremely out of place surrounded by books, magazines, and newspaper articles filled to the brim with information and knowledge. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion but you looked away as soon as his eyes met yours, attempting to pretend like he wasn’t there.

“Fancy seeing you here.” he says as the heels of his boots click into the room. You ignore him as you continue digging through different articles, attempting to get out of there as fast as possible.

“Okay...” he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. You can tell he feels bad about earlier but you couldn’t care less. He had humiliated you in front of the entire cafeteria over something he had no idea about. You rolled your eyes, continuing to look through the articles you had collected before they were ripped from your hands. You whirled around to find him shuffling through the articles looking very confused. “Eddie! Stop it give them back!”

“You’re actually doing homework?” He asked, obviously surprised.

“So what if I am? It’s none of your fucking business.” You snap at him, feeling incredibly agitated. His eyebrows raised in both surprise and irritation.

“Wow...touched a nerve I guess.” He huffed out, handing the articles back to you. You snatch them from his grip and shove them into your bag, turning away from him to continue digging for the last article that you needed. You could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head while you did so and you sighed, giving in to your curiosity.

“Do you need something? Or are you just here to stare at me?” You ask, pulling the last article you needed from the filing cabinet and slamming it closed, before turning around to face him. He looked incredibly annoyed at your newfound attitude towards him, but you couldn’t give two shits.

“Well I did come here to apologize, but now I can see that was a mistake on my part.” He snaps at you. You roll your eyes, marching your way over to the elevator. “Yeah it was because I certainly don’t want your fucking apology.”

He scoffs, trailing two steps behind you, not wanting you to get the last word in this ridiculous argument. “You don’t deserve it either. I was right at lunch today wasn’t I? You think you’re too good for us, to good for me?” You enter the elevator and jam your thumb into the ground floor button repeatedly. You wish that the elevator doors would close on him so you could end this stupid bickering, but you unfortunately were not so lucky. You never seemed to be lately.

“I don’t know how the hell you got that stupid idea in your head when you’re the one who stopped being friends with me.” You practically growl at him, watching as he only grows more angry, his voice rising to a yell. The elevator doors close as he does, and the death trap starts to move upwards.

“You’re a selfish fucking brat you know that? I never should have started being friends with you in the first place!” At this point something in you snapped, because how dare he call you selfish. You didn’t know what else to do other than scream,

“Why do you hate me so much?! What did I ever do to you?!”

He freezes for a moment, surprised at your aggressive outburst. His eyes soften significantly and he opens his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by a loud clang. You both stumble as the elevator came to an abrupt stop. The single light overhead began to flicker on and off and your eyes widened in horror.

“No...no no no no, c’mon,” you rush over to the buttons, pressing every single one and praying it would get the elevator moving again, “Please don’t do this please!” You beg the stupid metal death trap, beginning to panic. You shove your finger into the “Help” button over and over again expecting something magical to happen, but to no avail, the elevator was stuck.

Eddie watched your reaction carefully, knowing you were prone to panic attacks, especially when you were feeling claustrophobic. You backed yourself into the corner as your breathing continued to grow faster and faster. He took a careful step towards you arms outstretched.

“Y/N...hey it’s okay-“

“No no no no this is not okay, nothing about this is okay!” You cut him off, clawing at your chest in a panic and sinking down into the corner, hyperventilating. “We’re gonna die in here... oh god we’re gonna fucking die.”

Eddie could tell you were becoming hysteric, falling past the point of reason. He’d seen you like this many times and knew exactly what you needed. He didn’t know if you’d want his help though, especially after what he had done to you today. But as he watched tears stream down your face and your lips tremble in utter terror he decided he didn’t care. Your well-being was more important to him than the possibility of you lashing out at him afterwards.

Your vision was beginning to blur and a loud ringing grew in your ears as you rocked yourself back and forth, the idea of the walls closing in on you only adding to your fear. You barely even register the reassuring words that were being whispered to you or the fact that your body was being maneuvered. Part of you realizes you are in a full blown panic attack, but you can’t slow down and try to calm yourself. Your brain is stuck on autopilot and you can’t stop mumbling incoherently. It isn’t until your wheezing begins to slow that you realize you’re pressed up against someone’s chest, your hearing fading in and out.

“...right here...breathe for me...not leaving...”

Eddie’s voice was fading in and out of your ears as you slowly returned to reality. Your body feels numb, but you try your best to relax. A sharp gasp cuts its way through your throat, and you’re able to get one deep breath of air into your lungs.

“That’s it sweetheart, just like that. Keep taking deep breaths for me.” Eddie comforts you, “I’m right here with you, you’re safe. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Your back is pressed against his chest as you sit in between his legs. His chin rests on top of your head, and one of his arms is wrapped around you, while he strokes your hair.

After a few more moments your breathing returns to normal, but the ache of dread in your chest remains. You slowly try to pull away from Eddie, realizing he probably doesn’t want to keep holding you as apologies spew from your mouth.

“I-I’m sorry...I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to freak out like that-”

“No no no sweetheart don’t apologize. You’re okay, just let me hold you.” He insists, gently guiding you back towards his chest. You don’t argue, resting your head against him, listening to his heartbeat. A few moments pass before he finally speaks up, his fingers still toying with your hair.

“I don’t hate you...” You don’t say anything, patiently waiting for him to continue.

“To be honest with you I...” he pauses for a second, trying to figure out how to word this, “I never did. Quite the opposite actually.” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and you sit up, spinning around in his arms to look at him.

“What do you mean?” You ask. He hesitates for a moment, before eventually spilling.

“I...I like you Y/N. A lot more than I should.” Your eyes widen in surprise at his confession, as you try to process this new information.

“But-but why have you been-”

“Such an asshole the last few months?” He finishes your sentence for you, and you nod in response. “Because you really are too good for me.” He says, reaching out to stroke your cheek. You shake your head in confusion and he sighs.

“Everywhere I go, things go wrong and I hurt people. It’s like I’m a walking disease. I mean look at me, I’m 20 years old and still in high school, I live in the trailer park with my uncle, I don’t have a job, I have no plans for college and...and...you, you’re just so perfect. You’re too good for me. You were meant for great things and I know that if I continue to hang around you I’m just going to drag you down with me.”

“So your solution is...to humiliate me in front of the entire cafeteria?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. He chuckles in response to that, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“Yeah well I think you got me beat with the whole dumping chocolate milk on my head thing.” He retorts. You giggle at that, eyes crinkling with joy and he beams at you.

“Yeah well you deserved it.” You tease, giggling some more. He goes silent for a few moments, racking his brain before he carefully takes your hands into his, his thumbs caressing them gently.

“I don’t know if you’ll even want to forgive me, and honestly if you don’t I won’t blame you one bit but I really, truly, am sorry for the way that I’ve been treating you. I never wanted to be the reason that you started pushing everyone away and-”

“Woah woah woah, you’re not the reason I started pushing people away.” You cut him off and he looks at you, incredibly baffled by your words. You sigh and bite your lip wondering how you should put this, “If I tell you, you have to promise not to tell any of the others.”

He raises an eyebrow at you as if to say, ‘When have I ever told anyone your secrets?’ But still, he places his hand over his chest and mutters the words, “Scouts honor.”

You give short laugh at his silliness before you begin to explain to him everything that’s been going on at home with your mom, your brother, your two jobs, and focusing more on your education. By the end of it he held his head in his hands, groaning in regret about how stupid he is for not noticing something was genuinely wrong, and instead exploiting your absence for the whole world to see.

“Jesus Christ I’m so fucking stupid.” He groans.

“I won’t deny that,” you tease him, gently smiling, “It’s okay Eddie really, there was no way you could’ve known-”

“But I should’ve known. I should’ve known there was something going on with you instead of avoiding you for my own selfish reasons. I should’ve never started acting like a dick in the first place Y/N.” He shakes his head again before gently taking your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, “I’m so fucking sorry baby. I should’ve never done this to you-”

You cut him off, leaning in to press your lips to his. You know that you’ve caught him off guard when he freezes for a moment, before he eventually gives in, his lips moving sensually with yours. You wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, as his hands settle on your waist.

His lips were soft and pillowy against your own, and a warm fuzzy feeling grew in your chest as he tugged you impossibly closer to him. He gently bit down on your bottom lip, soothing it with his tongue before pulling away, resting his forehead against yours while the two of you caught your breath.

“Holy shit...” he breathed out, “I’ve been waiting to do that since like eighth grade.” You laugh at him, shoving his chest lightly before looking up at him.

“You, Eddie Munson, are a complete and utter idiot.... but I forgive you. Cause your my complete and utter idiot.” He chuckles, leaning in to peck your lips again.

“I still wanna make it up to you somehow.” He states, still feeling slightly guilty. You look up at him, a smirk growing on your lips.

“How about you start sitting next to me at lunch again?” He tosses his head back in a laugh at your words before looking down at you again, smiling, “You’ve got yourself a deal pretty girl.”

The two are you are startled as a muffled voice blares through the overhead intercom, explaining that they’ll have the two of you out of there within 10 minutes. You sigh in relief and Eddie chuckles as you, placing a kiss onto your temple.

“I don’t know... I think we should get stuck in elevators together more often.” You roll your eyes and shove at his chest.

“Like I said Eddie, you’re a complete and utter idiot.”

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writesleah · 5 months

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christmas headcannons ✰ m. riddle

➻ pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

➻ genre: pure fluff (are you surprised i managed to write something with no angst whatsoever)

➻ warnings: mentions of childhood neglect if you squint, nothing else just super adorable, fluffy mattheo

➻ a/n: I ADORE THIS MAN these might just be projections of my feelings towards christmas but i swear he loves it too

this man adores christmas

he always denies it, but he always looks forward to it

every. single. year.

when you two are just starting to speak, he might mention how he enjoys the 25th, but nothing more than that

the second he gets comfortable with you, it’s non stop rambling

“two months until christmas”

“it’s almost december”

it would be annoying if you didn’t adore him so much

it’s not just christmas day, it’s the entire month of december, the entire season of winter

he’ll always be begging you to do some sort of christmassy activity with him, thinking you’ll say no because it’s stupid

he feels like it makes him seem childish, so you have to reassure him that you love his enthusiasm and adorable date ideas

from december 1st, the two of you will be ice skating on a lake, or drinking candy cane flavoured hot chocolate whilst watching the snow fall

every single day is a new opportunity to do something vaguely related to christmas or the winter months with him

if you ask him what he wants for christmas, he’d either give you the biggest list you’d ever heard, or he wouldn’t ask you for anything and just say he didn’t know what he wanted - one extreme to the other

i think his obsession comes from the constant craving of a good christmas during his childhood

i don’t think his parents would’ve been interested in christmas at all, so it left him always wishing he could enjoy it

when he found you, he realised that there are people who do actually care about his interests or his favourite time of year

he was utterly grateful for your understanding, even if it seems incredibly simple to you

the second you ask him if he wants to watch a movie with you, he decides it has to be a christmas movie

no matter what time of year it is, always a christmas movie

his favourite movie is the grinch, you watch it every year

he also likes the polar express, but just because he can laugh at the animation and tease you for not liking its uncanny valley effect

he can’t watch home alone, it’s just a little too relatable, considering his childhood, but he never admits to that, he always says he thinks it’s boring

he would stay at hogwarts over christmas as long as you stayed with him

staying at school meant that you could have the slytherin boy’s dormitory all to yourselves, without any of the boys he shared with blabbing on and ruining your peace

on christmas eve, he likes to get all cozy in bed with matching pyjamas and a mug of hot chocolate each

christmas morning is his absolute favourite

he goes above and beyond with your presents

you always feel like he shows you up, considering that he always tells you to either pick one thing from his extensive list, or not to get him anything at all, leaving you scrambling to figure out what he wants

he reassures you that he loves whatever you get him, and makes sure that you like your presents too

the entire morning, he’s rambling on about how excited he is for the food

he loves brussel sprouts, even though you can’t stand them

he hates pigs in blankets, thinks they’re the absolute scum of christmas dinner, much to your dismay since you love them so much

so when you have brussel sprouts on your plate and he has pigs in blankets, you’ll both give them to each other, so you have double the amount of the food you like

roast potatoes are common ground. you both like them

he’ll always pour the gravy for you if you want it, and he’ll always help you to fix your food onto a plate

he can’t ever stop helping you, even if he knows you don’t need it

when you finish eating, he immediately either wants to watch a movie or play some sort of game, depending on who else stayed at hogwarts

and yes, as much as he hates it, he will watch the eastenders christmas special with you

#fanfic #harry potter #benjamin wadsworth #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfiction #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo x you #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle x y/n #mattheo riddle x reader #taylor swift #mattheo riddle #christmas #headcanon #christmas headcannons #mattheo riddle headcanon

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foxilayde · 2 years

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Half Of You (Part 1) [Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader]

PART 2 HERE

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Talk of fertility, pregnancy. Reader's name is "Vin".

Summary: You're ready to be a mother, you enlist the help of your best friend.

A/N: Something that wouldn't leave my head, more parts to come.

Santi’s fork hangs in the air, where once his mouth was jovial and smiling, it is now…. Not that. He’s gaping at you and his wrist bends limply, letting the fingerling potato fall to his plate.

A tense silence falls between you.

“Well…?” You encourage, smiling and trying to maintain the lightheartedness of the previous ramblings.

“This—you— want me to—?” Santi chokes and drops his fork completely, choosing instead to gulp from his full glass of wine.

Well, his reaction isn’t unexpected.

You bend your head down and stare up at him through your lashes when he wipes his mouth and attempts to blink himself back into reality. God, maybe this was a bad idea, maybe this is asking way too much of him.

“You… want me to… be the father of your baby? Is that… is that right?’

You bite your bottom lip and nod effusively. “Yes.” You reiterate. “Well kinda. I don't want to get hung up on semantics here, but yeah, I want my kid to be…well, half you.”

Santiago shifts back in his seat and nods, now staring at you dubiously from the corner of one eye. You catch the server’s eye, headed towards your table and you give a vicious shake of the head, causing Maurice to turn heel back to his other tables. At least you won’t be bothered.

“Like I was saying earlier… I want a baby.”

“O—okay.”

“And I tried going to the fertility clinic…”

“Uh huh?”

“And—were you not listening AT ALL before?”

“No! I was!” Santiago’s defensiveness squeaks out like the halt of rubber on linoleum.

You blink at him repeatedly across the crisp white linen clothed table. “Because this is all seeming like brand new information to you when I say this.”

“I’m sorry okay, it’s just a lot to take in… go on. I’m re-absorbing.”

“Re-absorbing?”

“Yes. I’m allowed to re-absorb.”

You take a deep breath. “Alright, well, Mr. Brawny, I have come to the decision at this point in my life that I’d like a baby.”

“Uh huh.”

“And I didn’t like the idea of getting the… you know, DNA ‘donation' from a stranger.”

“Sure.” Santiago chugs his chalice of ice water and begins to chew on the dregs of cubes.

“And I want you to be the… DNA donor, so to speak.”

“DNA donor.”

“Well the term ‘father’ holds a ton of implications.”

“Doesn’t it.”

You fix him with a cocked stare.

“Sorry, Vin.”

“Like I said earlier, there’d be all kinds of forms and documents and such to keep this… copacetic.”

“Like you mumbled earlier, more like.” Santi murmers behind his wine glass.

You sit back in your chair and cross your arms.

“If you don’t want to do it, I’m not going to make you do it, Santi. We can forget this exchange ever happened as far as I’m concerned and I can just choose someone from the binder at the fertil—“

“No, no, I didn’t say that.” He holds both palms out wide in supplication before lowering them uneasily to the tablecloth.

“Everything alright over here?” Maurice pops in at the wrong fucking moment causing you to shut your eyes completely. What part of the head shake did he not understand?

“Yes, it’s going very well, can you please just give us a few minutes?”

“Certainly. I just wanted to remind you both that the kitchen has a time limit one when we can start your dessert, so if you were thinking about anything on the menu, just give me a wave, alright?”

“That’s fine, Maurice, thank you.” You smile warmly at him. Maurice bows out and you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“So… you don’t wan’t me involved at all? You just want, what? My DNA?”

You toss the accusation around in your head for a minute before admitting, “Yes.”

Santiago nods and braces his feet against the carpeted floor once again, regaining strength and alertness. He starts and then stops again many times before settling on the classic question of, “why me?”

Its a fair question, a good question. Why? Why out of all the potential candidates, the binders full of Ivy Leage Doctors, professional athletes, men over 6 feet tall without commitment issues, why it is… Santi… Santi that you want to be the father of your child? It is crazy on paper. Something that doesn’t add up in any column, in any statistic. You don’t know why yourself, let alone how you can answer his inquiry… but you try.

“It just felt so… impersonal, you know? You sit down in this doctor’s office and you’re expected to pick out the father of your child from this, this, this… magazine? Without any photos. Like, yes, contestant 565B was captain of the debate team at Yale—“

“Yale?”

“Yeah.”

“Well you should definitely go for that guy.”

You bite the insides of your cheeks and look down.

“But I don’t want that guy.”

Santi grits his teeth and swallows.

“I just… I don’t know that guy, and he sounds like a real dick on paper, you know… he sounds…. depthless, shallow. Like he’s got nothing underneath or behind him. Does that make sense to you at all? That’s not how I want the father of my child to be… I want him to be real… and the more I flipped through that binder and the further I got through those pages, I realized that I needed someone real. Someone I know, someone I trust…”

“And you thought of me?”

“Who else?”

“Why not Fish?”

“Fish? Are you serious? Seriously serious? Or are you just fucking with me?”

“I’m mostly serious.”

You stare at Santi for a long incredulous moment waiting for him to crack that tell-tale smile of his in jest. But he doesn’t. His eyes are wide and bright and his mouth is forced into something placating and neutral.

“Pope!”

“What?!” He cries out defensively. You only ever call him Pope when you’re angry.

“Decided on dessert, have we?” Maurice pops in, scaring you have to death.

“No!” Both you and Santiago nearly shout at Maurice.

“No, thank you, just… just the bill.” You smooth your blouse down and wipe your eyes with your palms. Fuck, this maybe wasn’t the best place to carry out this conversation. You thought it would be a nice gesture, to take Santi out… for some deluded reason, you had imagined it going much smoother than this.

Maurice scurries off and you and Santiago are left staring at each other over half-finished meals.

You take a deep breath. “If I wanted Fish or the Millers or fucking Redfly, I would have asked them out to dinner. Not you.”

“Why me and not them?”

“Are you kidding me? Your’e my best friend. You… you do know that, don’t you?”

Santiago nods softly.

“Fuck, Santi, I don’t want that to, you know, sway your decision or anything. Just because you’re my best friend doesn’t mean you should be, I don’t know, indebted to me. You don’t owe me this. This is big.”

“Redfly went to Princeton, you know?”

“Shut up.”

“It’s true.”

“He never went to Princeton!”

“That what he says.”

“On a walking tour, maybe!”

Santi’s eyes crinkle with laughter.

“You trying to get me to have Redfly’s kid or something? Would that be… would you rather I ask him?”

Santi inhales deeply and drags a palm down his rough stubble and shakes his head silently at you. “You’re right.”

“Pardon?”

Santi’s eyes scan the room, the way he does when he’s nervous. “If you’re determined to have a…”

“A? Baby, say it with me. Bay-bee”

“Shut up. A baby, a little person.”

“Uh huh…?”

“And if it needs to be from someone you know?”

“Yeah, it does, I know, it’s weird that its so important to me, but—“

“It should be me, then. You’re right.” Santi leans forward in his chair, retrieving his fork and takes a bite of his potatoes.

“Yeah? Are you saying yes?”

Santi nods at you with a full mouth and without thinking you wipe a bit of orange sauce from the corner of his mouth with your thumb.

“Don’t do that!” He admonishes with a mouth full of potato.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” You quip back with a laugh.

He swallows, “Yes, mom.”

For some reason, it makes your face hot when he says it and luckily Maurice comes at that moment, placing the leather bound check between you and Santi.

Santiago reaches for the little folder and you swat his hand away.

“No way! I invited you out, my treat.”

He lifts his hands away in apology, “Just being a gentleman.”

You grab your card from your purse, fitting it into the folder using the item to gesture towards Santi’s lap. “Well, I’m asking for your… DNA, the least I could do was buy you a steak first, huh.”

Santi glides his tongue slowly over his bottom lip. “So, how are we going to do this, exactly… are we starting? tonight?”

“Tonight? It’s almost 9 o’clock. What kind of vampire hours do you think the fertility clinic keeps, Garcia?” You laugh and take a sip of wine. Santi scratches the back of his neck and shakes his head.

“Yeah, wasn’t thinking.”

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Oh my god, Santiago. You thought—!”

“Stop.”

“You really thought—“ You cover your eyes in embarrassment, “I was asking you to, what? Knock me up? Like this whole time you thought I was asking you to fuck me!?” And thats when Maurice comes by to take the folder (“I’ll be right back with this”)

“Jesus, that guy has the worst timing, right?”

“Santi!”

“Well, kinda?”

You scream softly into your palm and kick his shoe under the table. God this is humiliating. The poor guy, no wonder he had been looking at you like that. Jesus.

“No, Santi, no.”

He shrugs wildly, “I’m sorry? I just assumed. Sorry.”

“No, you’re fine.” You laugh. “The process is a little more… effective than… that.”

“I dunno, Vin, I think I could knock it out in one try.” Santi leans back in his chair, propping up a hand on his hip. The gesture subtly confident and thoroughly suggestive, causing your face to burn once again.

“Shut up!”

“Oh I’m going to get in all the jokes I can out of this.”

“Do you want to know where the babies come from or not?”

Once agin Maurice swoops in to deposit your check on the table. Christ only knows what he’s made out of the pieces of your conversation he’s overheard throughout the evening, “Here’s your receipt and I hope you two have a lovely evening.”

“Thank you.” You mutter, opening up the receipt to sign.

“Thank you, Maurice. Everything was great. I think I’ve seen something like it in movies? I go to the clinic, jerk off in a cup?”

“You couldn’t have waited to say that till he was out of earshot?”

“Oh please, give the poor guy something to talk with the back of house about.”

You laugh wholeheartedly. “Yeah, you jerk off in a cup. And then you sign away the parental rights to the cup.”

Santi scratches his chin and nods. “And they just… “

“Just? What?”

“Turkey baster it into you or—?”

“Turkey baster it into me?? Huh, you know, I wonder if that Yale guy’s sperm is still available…”

“Okay so what do they do? Tell me.”

For all his teasing, his moments of sincerity bowl you like a strike down a lane, and in this moment where his eyes are so earnest on yours, you’re reminded of why you chose this person to be the father of your future child.

“There are a couple of ways to do it. The first attempt would be something called IUI where I take a medication that makes me ovulate and then they’d take your sperm and sort of inject it into my uterus.”

“How is that different than a turkey baster?”

“I guess you’re kind of right?” You laugh, “It’s pretty similar.”

“So they do that once and boom you’re pregnant?”

“Uh, no, they do that for 3-5 sessions and if that doesn’t work then I’d do IVF.”

“That one sounds familiar… what is it?”

“They take your sperm and my eggs and make viable embryos and implant them into my uterus.”

“Multiple?”

“Well some don’t take, most don’t take, so they do a few at a time.”

“Okay.”

“And it might not work on the first few tries on that one either, so there is the possibility you’d need to do more than one self-love session at the clinic before all is said and done.”

“Uh huh.”

“Yep.”

“Or…” Santi lilts off suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows with exaggerated seduction.

“Don’t even—”

“I’ve got a more cost effective option for you to consider.”

You cross your arms and shake your head, but you can’t help your goofy grin.

“A bottle of wine and some Barry White.”

“Pope!” You laugh and toss your napkin at his chest. It’s exactly his sense of humor and you’re so relieved that he’s taken this well, that he’s agreed to do this and most importantly, that you’re friendship has emerged from this request of yours intact.

Santi wipes his mouth and stands, offering you an arm. “You ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Ice cream?”

“Absolutely.”

“Handels?”

“Duh.”

You make your way out of the restaurant, arm in arm with Santiago.

“Goodnight, Maurice!” Santi calls over his shoulder. You punch him softly on the chest.

“You loved torturing him!”

“I wouldn’t say that… but the opportunity to say the phrase ‘jerk off in a cup’ rarely presents itself in a fine dining setting and I enjoyed the experience.”

“You watch your mouth or you won’t be getting any ice cream.”

“You’re scary good at that already.”

“Gotta practice the mom voice, it’s one of the most important parts of the job.”

“You’re going to be great at it, you know.”

You let the compliment hang there, still arm in arm, stepping in unison to Handel’s Creamery.

“Yeah. I know… And thank you.”

Santi squeezes your arm tighter in his, warmly, reassuringly. He’d make a good dad too, you think. But you don’t tell him that, instead you debate over ice cream flavors all the way down 3rd street.

#Santiago Garcia x reader #Santiago Garcia x you #Oscar Isaac

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papuhater · 2 years

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Nolan Crane (cause I love the way you write him) having a chat with one of police woman about recent Scarecrow attack

"For someone who looks not so scary he sure know how to put fear in people."

He takes offence to that and says that in his opinion Scarecrow costume is pretty scary

"It's a dude with suit wearing bag on his head." Ok, now he is pissed and ask how in her opinion he would look scary.

Next day she shows him her sketches where Scarecrow has more comic book accurate costume that actually works.

"I wanted to add noose to his neck but I think it would be too much. Also it would be too easy to grab him by it."

They get to meet more often to talk about what in their opinion is scary and starts having conversations.

am i scary (pretty) enough?

pairing: jonathan crane x fem!police!reader

a/n: nya nya nya nya (my friend said that when i asked for a/n ideas)

summary: [ask]

☤) jon hated cops, he despised how nosy they were, after the scarecrow incident, some of them had to go to the asylum to check on his work, with the rumors going around of him being the scarecrow.

☤) when the noisy gcpd was asking him questions, the police who were writing the notes started speaking, which jon expected due to nosiness, and he responded rather nicely in a sarcastic way.

☤) until he heard a comment that piqued his interest, it was about scarecrow. it seemed you didn't find him (the scarecrow) scary enough, and doctor crane had the urge to find out why.

☤) he found out that she was named y/n, and he became the interrogator in the interrogation, he asked why you didn't think his disguise was terrifying, and you responded with:

"doctor crane you are giving him more credit than his costume deserves, for example, remember the joker? yeah, he wears a whole purple suit, has green hair and scary clown makeup, which can be considered a costume, while scarecrow literaly threw a potato sack into his head while wearing a nice suit and called it a day."

☤) first seconds of it slowly sinking in, he was offended, he seethed on the inside at the idea of being compared to the weird murderous clown, and refuted your opinion with his, thinking that the disguise was scary enough until it hit him,

you were right, his costume was really stupid,

"so, if you had to change anything on his disguise, what would it be?"

☤) the conversation flowed from there, the awkward ambient that could have ended in an argument became a pleasant meeting, you rambled about how he could theme the suit more around scarecrows and less about a weird businessman, and how scarecrows are used for crops he could use a scythe as a physical weapon and the fear gas as mental.

☤) jon actually started liking tolerating cop visits you had to do, looking forward to his one (1) social interaction of the week he actually enjoyed, tolerated. the topics of your conversation grew and it turned more into catching up in life.

☤) and in this visit, he is waiting outside of the asylum for you and when y/n arrives he feels his day just got a bit better, but different this time you came with an excited smile, and while you both walked into his office the chatter began and the conversation fell into the scarecrow again. but instead of asking, you pulled out a notebook with a sketch and handed it to him.

☤) the second jon laid his eyes on it, he was amazed,they weren't any sketches, they were scarecrow sketches, each trace of line was giving him the image of a scarier mask with a hood and a whole outfit, not to forget the scythe, he really liked the detail you put into the sketches.

☤) it was a whole character design you did, and he couldn't separate his eyes from it, it was marvelous, the curves and lines fitted perfectly and it looked like something he could pull off. you continued to ramble about how this disguise and how it was scary and thematic.

"i would've placed a noose, but i felt i was going overboard, so i erased it."

☤) he completely changed his outfit after that

#jonathan crane #the scarecrow #batman rogues #gotham rogues #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow #batman x reader #nolan #the dark knight #the dark knight x reader

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yourimagines · 5 months

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Hurt by you p.2

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Fluff, Violence, Swearing

Y/n POV

Sean asked me to join him at his private gym. So here I was, looking at him train for his next fight. “Sean move! You need to move more!” His coach yelled at him. His sparring partner was throwing some big launches on him. “Okay stop!” His coach went in the ring as they stopped. “What the fuck are you doing Strickland.” He shrugged his shoulders. “You look like a scared little mouse, you need to focus more, stop playing around.” “Sorry, I just don’t feel so good today.” “Well you need to get your shit together otherwise you are never getting that belt buddy.” Sean nodded as his coach walked out of the ring. “Let’s take a break, 30 mins.” Sean walked over to me, smiling softly. “Hey.” “Hey.” We both sat down on the bench. He grabbed his water bottle, taking a sip from it. “Are you okay?” He nods and places his water down. “Yeah, are you okay? Not bored or something?” “I’m okay, I like watching you..” he smiles. “You do?” I nodded. “Yes I do..” I said with a light blush on my face. “You are always welcome here..”

—— the next day——

I was back at my apartment calling with my bestie, while making dinner for myself.

“You guys are what?” I asked as she was rambling about her and Dillon.

“Together, Dillon already post it in his story.”

“Aww how cute..” I giggled

“But enough about me, how are you and Sean..” she sang as I blushed

“Good, went to his gym today.”

“Are you guys already dating or…?”

“Nope, just hanging out.”

“Come on Y/N, just date the guy already, he’s probably thinking about you now… fantasying about you.”

“Y/B/N!” She starts to laugh as I scoffed at her

“Oh come on don’t be a prude…. Just call him and ask if he wants to go out with you, spice thing up between you guys.”

“I don’t know..” I sighed.

“Hey, it’s okay. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with this but I don’t want you to regret this because you are afraid to fall…”

“I know, I will think about it.”

“Good, now I need to go, I have a date I speak you later..”

“Okay have fun tonight and we speak later.”

“Bye bye!”

“Bye.”

I placed my phone down and sighed, looking at my food. ‘Maybe I should call him..’ I looked between my food and my phone. ‘Okay fuck it.’ I grabbed my phone and called him. I was fiddling with the strings on my hoodie, feeling nervous.

“Hey Y/N.” I heard his voice echoing through my phone.

“Hey Sean, I hope I don’t bother you at the moment.” I felt my heart beating fast in my chest.

“No you never bother me darling.” I quickly sat down, feeling a bit dizzy.

“So why do I have the pleasure that you are calling me right now?”

“Uhh, I don’t know anymore.” I cringed at myself. ‘Idiot!’

“Okay, that’s okay, you want me to come over?” ‘Yes please!’

“Only if you want to, I’m sorry I don’t know why I’m calling you…”

“I’m coming over, text me your address.”

With that he hang up the phone. ‘You’re an idiot!’ I quickly texted my address and started to panic a bit. ‘The food, my living room is a mess, what if he was fantasising about me…’ I quickly cleaned up my apartment, throwing some clothes in the wash basket, folding the blankets on the sofa, cleaning up my kitchen. Placing my dinner in the fridge. ‘Just in case.’ I heard a knock on my door. ‘He’s here.’ I quickly looked in the mirror in the hallway before I opened the door. ‘You look alright for a Saturday night in.’ I took a deep breath and opens the door. Sean stood there in his joggers and a hoodie holding a bag. “Hey, come in.” “Thanks.” He walks in and I closed the door behind him. “I didn’t know if he already ate something but I brought some food.” He gives me the bag. “Sean, you didn’t have too you know.” “I know but I wanted to.” I placed the bag on the counter. “I hope you like Asian food.” I smiled at him. ‘It’s better what I made, potatoes with vegetables..’ “yes I do, you want some as well?” He nods and joins me at the table. “I’m happy you called, I was just thinking about you..” ‘oh no, why did she had to joke about it.’ “You were?” He nods as i gave him a plate. “Yeah, I was thinking to ask you out on a date…” he rubbed the back of his neck. “You want to go on a date with me?” “Yes of course, like I said give me an chance..” “okay, I would love to go out on a date with you.” His face lights up. “Really?” I nodded. “Yes but can I count this also as a date?” ‘Just be bold..’ “if you want that then yes.” I smiled and looked at my plate. “Then it’s a date.”

We where watching a romantic movie on the tv. “What an asshole…” I mumbled softly. “Yeah, she should leave him.” Sean says as he rest his arm on the back of the sofa. “I would never do that to you…” he whispered softly at me. I turned my head, looking at him with already a blush spread on my cheeks. “Are you flirting with me Mr Strickland?” He smiles and he slowly drops his arm around my shoulders. “Maybe.” My heart speeds up as I felt his hand tracing my shoulder. “Sean..” whispered softly as he leans closer to me. “Yeah?” He was dangerous close to me now. “Can you grab that blanket next to you.” I bailed out. He smiles and leans back, grabbing that blanket. “Here you go.” He throws it over us, tucking us in. “Better now?” I nodded and looked back at the tv.

I felt him watching me, his arm carefully pushing me closer to him, as my head slowly fell against his chest. His hand slightly brushed against my arm. I tried to relax as he rested his head on top of mine. “You smell nice, so sweet.” I looked carefully up at him, he had a lazy smile on his face. “Thank you.” His hand traveled up to my neck, slowly to my chin. Holding my head steady. “Can I kiss you darling?” He whispered softly as he leans a bit closer. I nodded and he closed the distance, his lips ghosting over mine. I closed my eyes and leaned in. Our lips touched and he deepened the kiss. My hand went up to his hand as he softly squeezed me. I moved a bit around to sit more comfortable, straddling his lap. His hands move down to my waist, holding me. I broke the kiss. He smiles and wipes a few strands of hair out of my face. I tried to move away from his lap but he stopped me. “Please stay.” “Sean, I’m to heavy..” he shook his head. “No you’re not, stop talking like that…” he softly squeezed in my hips. “You’re not heavy, you can sit on me every day darling.” I blushed and hide my face in crook of his neck. “Sean stop..” “No never, look at me baby.” I looked up at him, he pecked on my cheek. “Don’t talk that crap around me, you’re beautiful.” His hand caressing my cheek. “I want you to be there with me, in two weeks at the fight, I want you to be at my side…” I was in shock. “You sure, I mean we’re not together and…” “do you want to be mine y/n, join me for this ride. I promise I will give you the world.” He held my cheek, wiping away a single tear that fell. “Don’t break my heart Sean.” He leans closer. “I’ll protect it, I promise.” I smiled and nodded. “Okay then I’ll join you on this ride.” He smiles and kisses me. “You won’t ever regret this darling.” He said between the kisses. ‘I hope so Sean, because I’m madly in love with you.’

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cloudcountry · 10 months

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Djkfgnd I’ll keep your nicknaming advice in mind!! I think I’ll stick with the nickname Swordfish for Loop!Reader then,, And if you don’t mind,, I am going to go on another Loop!Reader ramble 🤧

But before that!! I need to mention Yuuya Kuroki again real quick- You remember how he’s the light novel iteration of Yuu and that he gives off the vibes of a wet cat? I need to share this snippet from the novel including him- It’s both funny and a bit sad to me- (again… Yuuya needs a hug-)

Riddle's eyes glared fiercely at Yuuya, who was deathly pale from watching them fight. “You there!”

“Yes!” Yuuya answered, albeit very, very loudly.

"What a fine mess you've made, not only arriving at the ceremony exceedingly late, but also setting alight our Mirror Chamber!" It was absolutely breathtaking how that powerful voice didn’t match his petite frame. Even with his back against the wall, Yuuya could barely stand up straight. "But beyond all of that, for the criminal offense of violating one of the Queen of Hearts' rules! Don't tell me you aren't familiar with Article 23?"

"Uhm. H-Hearts...? Whose rules again?"

"Excuse me…? I can hardly believe what I'm hearing. You've truly not a clue about Article 23 of the Decrees of the Queen of Hearts: ‘One shan't bring a cat with them to a celebration’?”

“N-no. Not at all.”

"Unbelievable. What a stunning lack of quality education."

“My mistake!”

Thin, blue veins appeared on Riddle’s forehead, his expression furious enough to make one’s blood curdle. The honesty of a statement like “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard it” was bound to get him in worse trouble.

Riddle coldly asserted himself once more to Yuuya, who was ready to prostrate himself at the drop of a hat.

And yes, I can’t wait for the angst of the fic!! >:D Tbh, I sort of wanted a dichotomy between how dark and tragic the loop concept is and how chipper and lively Loop!Reader is,,

But speaking of Loop!Reader!! I wanted to talk about her a little more! I’ve kept talking about how outgoing and energetic she is, but she’s also really expressive as well. If she’s not careful, her emotions can get the best of her. But!! If you become her friend, then she will absolutely rant about stuff to you, whether it be her interests or her frustrations. Whenever she gets into a rant, or wants to rant, she can be,, a bit dramatic-:

Loop!Reader: *flings open the doors of Azul’s office* I officially hate my life! *throws herself onto a nearby couch* *she can lie on it, just as long as her shoes don’t touch the fabric*

Azul: *puts pen down and sighs* What’s the matter, (Name)?

Loop!Reader: Everything! Oh my God, okay, so— *proceeds to go into a long rant* *Azul then probably offers her a contract to ‘help’ her* *she immediately then says no*

Loop!Reader, gushing about how attractive and great this person is: He’s so handsome and sweet!! I’d love to date him!

Azul, doesn’t know she’s talking about a fictional character: *kinda dying on the inside* Is that so? :)

Dramatics aside, she also likes giving nicknames to her friends (as seen in the last post)! For example, before her best friend Rosalie went missing, she often called her ‘Rosie,’ and ‘Rosa.’ I can see her calling Malleus ‘Mal-mal’ once he reveals his name- Her nicknames are a bit unconventional, but they have a certain charm to them- Oh, speaking of nicknames! You know how Vil calls everyone a potato and whatnot? Loop!Reader calls him a prune in retaliation. Vil’s not a fan.

Vil: Spudling Prefect. :|

Loop!Reader: Prune Schoenheit. :|

She’s also pretty physically affectionate, even with her friends. She likes giving them hugs, pulling them by the arm/hand to guide them somewhere, holding on to them when she’s shaking with laughter, etc. And this probably has the potential of sending a person who likes her (*cough* I’m mainly looking at Azul and Riddle) into a spiral- She will back off if you asked her to, though!

Azul: (Is there really such a thing as platonic cuddling? Platonic holding hands? How do I know if it’s actually platonic or not? How do I deal with her affection? I can’t just sit there like a brick wall. Does she like the cologne I wear? She’s always hanging all over me, what does that mean?)

Loop!Reader: >:D Hey, hey, hug time!

Azul: *Azul_Ashengrotto.exe has stopped working*

*cough* I like thinking of Azul and Loop!Reader’s dynamic as the ‘Overthinker x Overly Affectionate’ trope- And yes, the Azul loving genes are very clear in this post 🧍‍♂️

Oh, and!! I’m gonna add an OC to the fic as well >:D And also,, have these random dialogue things for the heck of it-:

Floyd, running after Loop!Reader: Swordfiiish!

Loop!Reader: *RUNNING FOR HER LIFE* NO, NO, NO

Floyd: Just one squeeze!!

Loop!Reader: NO SQUEEZE! THAT’S YOUR WAY OF SAYING YOU’RE GONNA SNAP MY SPINE IN HALF!

Azul, watching them run around the Mostro Lounge: 🧍‍♂️

Jamil: I’m just saying, a whole planet can’t define your personality.

Loop!Reader: That is sooo Virgo of you.

Loop!Reader: Top ten hot things to do with the girls this summer!

Loop!Reader, pulls out wood: *looks at Ace* Number three, crucify the ginger.

Jackdaw Anon 🐦

HELP THIS IS SO LONG BUT IT SOUNDS SO COOL AJSFDHGSAD wet cat character supremayc tbh theyre my favorite genre of characters wahwahwahawhwahwah

DO NOT CALL VIL A PRUNE HES GORGEOUS HELLO /lh

loop!reader soudns pretty relatable tbh ^^

#jackdaw anon <3

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wally-franks · 1 year

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••Some wally hcs because yes. uhh WARNING VERY VERRYYY 🗣🗣🗣 self indulgent....🗣🗣🗣🗣••

• Wally 100% always carries a little hand tape recorder with himself that he rants or rambles into whenever he can since he gets easily ticked off by a lot of things. He can't help it.

• He's a little drama queen. But we love him for that.

• I also think that Wally definitely talks louder than he thinks he does. People always tell him to speak more quietly. And when people, that aren't even part of the convo, dare to laugh at something he told someone else, he will go like "ey, why are you eavesdropping." and then they're like "not our fault if you're this loud. We're basically forced to listen to you" HAHA.

• I think he has definitely some kind of Congenital insensitivity to pain OR he's absolutely the opposite and has Hyperalgesia.

• Hmm, strangely enough. Wally is capable of drawing really good. You probably would have assumed otherwise because of his chicken scratch handwriting.

• Wally is the king of bad jokes. I can see that. Very well. He thinks he's funny ofc.

• I know it's ... Said in one of the tapes that wally was a top student in his days (I DON'T BELIEVE IT THOUGH, I KNOW HES JUST PLAYING. I KNOW IT) THOUGH... In the tape he DID say that he especially knows "HIS potatoes" and I'm sure it refers to the stuff he likes to do or where he is an expert in. I feel like he's not smart in like a school kinda way. But more like. Smart in his way as in... ( I don't know how to describe it [it's funny because I'm in the same shoes]) he's smart in his subjects that he truly cares about. Things that are truly in HIS interest. He knows how to get his ways and how to do his stuff. It's just the other things he struggles with. (haha screams totally not me)

• I think he's very insecure of his laugh and smile. So instead of laughing he will try to smoothly play it off with something along the lines of "okay enough for today, I'm outta here" or "ah, I crack myself up" and go. For his smile he will just cover it up with his hands or hat. :(

• HE DEFINITELY SMOKES AND DRINKS BUT ESPECIALLY SMOKES!!!!!! I know that most of the fandom goes like". He's too pure for that" SCREW U!!! 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣 THIS MAN FUCKS AND DRINKS A N D SMOKES TO SURVIVE SO BAD!!! 🗣🗣🗣🗣 THIS MAN WILL SMOKE ONE PACK A DAY. HE WILL. HE DOES.

• he has.. Absolutely.. Really messy room.. A dirtbag room. A really bad one.

#wallybrabbles

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an-army-of-nightmares · 3 years

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Oh! The search filter has been fixed

#seems to be #though i bet a few people have already left the site because of that problem #potato rambles n speaks

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daisybell-on-a-carousel · 2 years

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Something I couldn't help but notice in the new dhmis series is how often the characters mention not remembering something or not being sure about something? Even (and usually) something that happens often or they absolutely should know. Like even in the memories song Red says "I really feel like he used to have a beak" when talking about Duck

I. Ironically enough I cant remember alot of examples right now bdksndks. But it felt like it was pretty frequent

It's not very notable, but it adds extra flavor to the current theories I guess

#potato rambles n speaks #dont hug me im scared #dhmis #dhmis spoilers #dhmis series #dont hug me im scared series #oh! in ep 5 duck asked red what he meant by them just waiting for someone to show up and then when the train did he was like 'oh yeah'#listen listen my memory is terrible i cant reference anything i just know it happened

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darling-dolly-darlene-moved · 5 years

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I thrive knowing that there are multiple fanfictions about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde that are, in fact, longer than the original book.

#the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde #the strange case of Dr jekyll and mr hyde #dr jekyll and mr hyde #dr. jekyll and mr. hyde #potato rambles n speaks

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preparetobedissapointed · 2 years

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Hello my fave potato<3 I would like to request a fic for twisted wonderland🦕✌️could you write a fic where NRC students sneak into RSA with the help of Che’nya ( there isn’t enough of him out there🥺) to vandalize it like rival schools do;) I hc that vil cuts up Neige’s clothes while Rook is stealing Neige’s stuff. 🥳Like it was a random thought one night while yuu is hanging out with the usual crew and they decide to go show those princes at RSA what NRC is made of and like everyone slowly catches on and tags along 🦟🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗(malleus is just like happy to be invited🥰✌️) p.s cater is defo filming the whole ordeal👀

No bc why is this canon? 👀

Commiting Arson Vandalizing RSA with the NRC students:

It’s fair to say that after the event with RSA there were a lot of negative feelings afterwards. Vil in particular took the loss particularly hard.

You felt bad about it too, but didn’t know exactly what you could do about the situation. You smiled awkwardly, and joked. “We could always just toilet paper their school.” You said, laughing, but when Vil didn’t say anything, you paused.

“How would we do that, [F/N]? I already did something horrible. I would rather not do something so underhanded, but…” Vil said, brows furrowed.

Your eyes widened and you grinned. You never were exactly a model student back in your world. You played pranks like this all the time.

You were only cautious here, because of magic, or your lack of it.

“First we’d need a way to get in, and it can’t be just us. We need a team. This is going to be a large-scale operation.” You said, and Vil nods.

You pull out your phone and text the group on Magicam.

[🦐] Anyone up for war with RSA? 👀

[Ace] What should I bring?

[Riddle] This is very irresponsible. Usually, I would be expected to report something like this, but I am upset about the loss, too. I’ll overlook it this once.

[Riddle] SHEHSJSKJjeue

[Ace] Dude? Are you good? I hear you screaming.

[Riddle] I’ll get mew all in~! This sounds like fun!

[🦐] Wtf.

[Deuce] That was Che’nya. Ace was right. I heard Riddle screaming that Che’nya took his phone. I’ll bring some eggs. Those are good for messing up schools. Wait, we’re seriously doing this, right?

[Ace] The delinquent past speaks up/j

[🦐] Ex-Delinquent 🙄 That’s why it’s past.

[Deuce] Yeah, get it right Trappola.

[Ace] I hate you all. I’m omw.

You showed Vil your messages with a wide grin. Vil raised a brow, and revealed his phone.

Somehow he had managed to convince Leona, the Leech Twins, Azul, Cater, Lilia, and Kalim to join, as well.

“Damn. Okay, then. Let me text a few more people.” You say, and shoot Malleus a text.

[🦐]: We’re waging war. Want in? 💃

[Malleus]: Another scheme? That must be why Lilia is in a rush. I’ll be there shortly. Silver and Sebek will likely come, too.

[🦐] : I hear it now. WAKA SAMAAAAAAAA!!!

[Malleus] : So do I. It gets quite old.

[🦐] : LMAO

[ Malleus ] : I will see you shortly.

You grin and show Vil your phone, and he offers you a nod. “Now, to convince the technological geniuses of the school.” Vil says, sighing.

You frown, “Ignihyde?” You ask and he nods.

He types on his phone, and frowns, before sighing.

“They’re in, but I owe Shroud a ten pull on his game.” Vil says, and you nod.

“He drives a hard bargain. Well, then let’s go meet up with the others.” You say and Vil nods, rounding up the Pomefiore students.

You sigh as Rook rambles on about seeing RSA in person and how the hunt is on.

Vil smiles, seemingly calm, while Epel raves about how exciting this is.

The three of you meet in the Heartslaybyul garden where Che’nya greets you with a grin.

“Look what the cat dragged in! Mew actually came!” He says, gleefully.

“The others are on their way.” You say, and see the familiar figures of Ace and Deuce, followed by Riddle.

“Riddle-Senpai?!” You exclaim and he smirks.

“Did you really think I’d allow my dorm members to cause trouble by themselves? Trey is on his way. He’s got a wonderful cake batter prepared. Deuce has eggs, and Ace brought toilet paper. Cater is running behind. He apparently had to grab a few things.” Riddle says, crossing his arms.

Vil smiles, “I’m impressed.”

Riddle smirks, “Of course, Heartslaybyul is known for being prepared.”

Cater runs up a few minutes later holding a large can of what looked like silly string.

“Sam actually had it! I saw it on Magicam earlier and absolutely had to try it out! This is going to be a hit.” Cater says, smiling.

Lilia approaches the group next, holding a box filled with scissors.

“Ufufu! The new generation is quite lively. I am looking forward to a good time.” He says, as you wait for the others.

Malleus appears in a green flash, and you smile, waving.

Sebek runs up a few minutes later, seemingly out of breath. Silver lay asleep on his back.

You recognize Ortho approaching, and Idia’s tablet hovering beside him.

Kalim and Jamil show up on the magic Carpet. Kalim waves cheerily, “Jamil is so smart! He thought we should have a lookout!” Kalim says, and you grin.

“Of course. Where’s Octavinelle and Savannahclaw? They’re not ones to run late.” You say, frowning.

Kalim is about to say something when a voice cuts in.

“Savannahclaw is grabbing Spelldrive disks. Ortho was able to find where Crowley hid them.” You look to see Idia’s tablet speaking.

“We’re really going all out.” You say, grinning.

“Koebiiii chaaaan! Of course we areee! It’s a war, after all!!! I want to squeeze a lot of RSA students!!!” Floyd’s familiar voice spoke up.

You notice the twins and Azul are carrying several bottles filled with black liquid. Azul catches your look and smiles, “Nothing so sinister as you may think. It’s ink.” He says, and you grin.

Leona, Ruggie, and Jack arrive then, their arms full of Spelldrive disks.

You grin, “Looks like we’re all ready, then.” You say, and Che’nya chuckles.

“Well, then~! I’ll show mew all how I get in.” He says, and leads you through a path behind the school.

RSA’s campus is exactly how you imagined it would be.

White, sparkly, clean, and in need of some new decorations.

You pause, before entering.

“Why’d you help us, Che’nya?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“Mew’d be surprised how boring it is when everyone gets along. Plus mew’ll give us reason to get mew all back~!”

Che’nya says, and you grin.

Che’nya was a fellow prankster at his finest, it seemed.

You entered the school, grinning at the scene in front of you.

Ace had plastered his toilet paper to the statue of RSA’s headmaster, while Deuce was smashing eggs on the routes to the classroom.

Riddle was helping Trey levitate the cake batter, and the two actually managed to dump it on the school’s roof.

You grinned, and your eyes landed on Jamil and Kalim who sat atop the carpet, keeping watch. Jamil offered you a nod.

Good. No signs of any RSA students, then.

Epel and Jack were throwing spelldrive disks through the bushes out front.

Leona being a little more ambitious, used King’s roar to eat away slightly at the trees. The parts he destroyed spelled out ‘RSA: WEAK.’

You snort, “Oi! Leona! Ever thought about being a landscaper?!” You tease, jokingly.

He flips you off, and you laugh more.

You notice Malleus changing the school’s statues into gargoyles and grin, walking up to him. “I think they’re much better than those horrible looking gnomes.” You say, nodding.

He glances at you, with a smile. “Indeed. They were quite unsightly.” He says, and you grin.

Suddenly Jamil yells from his spot, “RSA students!”

Your eyes widen, but the sight that greets you is not what you’d expected.

Rook is grinning madly, holding one of Neige’s hats, while Vil is holding a pair of scissors (likely from Lilia) and a shredded pair of clothes.

The RSA students Jamil had spotted were drenched in what looked like ink, and Floyd had them both by the arm, grinning.

Jade, however came from the direction of the school’s greenhouse, his arms filled to the brim with various different mushrooms.

Floyd gave his twin a disgusted look, and tightened his grip on the two RSA students.

You heard Cater’s voice from in front of the school, “Here we are~! RSA better look out~! Remember like and subscribe for more livestreams like this.”

You blanched, he was really live-streaming this?!

You were honestly shocked, that you hadn’t been caught yet.

Ortho’s cheery voice spoke up, startling you.

“Don’t worry! My big brother cut off RSA’s wifi! No one connected to this network could see anything! Cater Senpai has a hotspot, so it’s not data, either!” Ortho says, and your eyes widen.

Vil really knew what he was doing when he recruited Ignihyde.

After thirty or so more minutes you headed to the front to meet up with everyone else and return to NRC.

Ruggie approached, his arms filled to the brim with various foods. “This was a great idea. Shishishi! Look at the food these guys live on.” He says, and you laugh.

“What will the RSA students do now, without their precious food?” You say, grinning.

Silver grimaces from beside Sebek. “I actually feel sorry for them.” Silver says, and you frown.

“Huh?” You ask, confused.

Sebek bears a similar expression to Silver.

“Lilia made duplicates. The food looks the same, but since he made it…” Silver says, and you grimace, as well.

“Ouch.” You mutter, as the rest of the group approaches.

Azul is carrying what looks like a map of RSA’s campus, and is giving it a considering look. The Heartslaybyul students file in, Deuce and Ace are arguing about who’s prank was better. Riddle smirks victoriously as he speaks to Trey. Cater is still on his live-stream. “Well, time for the escape~! Wish us luck with a like~!” Cater’s voice chirps out. Leona you notice, is already starting to doze off. That’s probably why you hadn’t noticed him earlier. The rest of the students show up, and you chuckle when you hear Vil threatening to scorch Neige’s hat, if Rook doesn’t pass his next exam.

All in all you had fun.

“Mew’re all ready, then?” Che’nya speaks up and you nod. You follow the same path back to NRC.

Your group freezes when they notice the two figures standing in front of the campus.

There’s Grim, oops. You forgot he was sleeping when you’d gone to see Pomefiore.

Ah, and that’s Crowley.

He looks mad.

“You all… You’ve committed various crimes tonight. You destroyed RSA’s campus, raided their kitchen, stole the students belongings, and your worst crime is that you did not think to invite your incredibly gracious headmaster.” Crowley says, and you laugh.

He’s not mad…!

He’s sulking.

“I’ll make an exception for I am gracious, given you include me in your plans next time. RSA will likely retaliate, after all.” Crowley says, and you grin, thinking of Che’nya.

“They will, but I think…This will be a lot of fun.” You say, and a mummer of agreement breaks out.

That was how the first prank war began between RSA and NRC.

There would be many more in the years to come.

#twst wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #malleus draconia #vil schoenheit #epel felmier #oneshot #thanks for the ask!

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With Stars In His Eyes

Prompt: "Y/N, you..." And when you glance down at him, waiting for him to finish, your lips part when you realize... he's staring at you just as you always dreamed he would.

A/N: Beware that I've only seen up to season two of AOT, so please don't leave any spoilers. But, besides that, I'm absolutely loving the show and I really love Jean and couldn't help but write for him :)

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x F!Reader Please don't plagiarize my work!

"Hey, Jean...?"

And his eyes flicker over to your own, the spoon that had just been about to touch his lips pulling back, brow raised ever so slightly in curiosity.

"Can I ask you a question?"

There's a teasing smile on your lips, head tilted to the side, resting in the palm of your hand. You're hardly ever serious, the rest of the cadets could tell that from the moment they met you, laughing as Sasha all but got yelled at for munching away on a potato.

But even Jean can tell that the twinkle in your eyes that usually resides is no where to be found.

"You find Mikasa pretty, right?"

But any logical thought goes right out his head the second you finish speaking. His cheeks burn a bright red and his chest tightens, his eyes flickering left to right, at least a few times, to make sure no one else had heard.

"Idiot!" He hisses at you, thoroughly embarrassed, "don't go spouting things like that."

And you just barely manage to conceal the slight dip of the corner of your lips at his reaction.

"But it's true, then?" You continue, albeit lowering your voice because it truly wasn't your intention to embarrass Jean. "You think she's pretty? Like her, even?"

With a heavy pout, Jean pushes around the small bit of soup left in his bowl; "what's it matter?" He mumbles to himself, but you're unrelenting, eyes staring into him so deeply that he's growing more and more uncomfortable by the second.

Jean likes you. He really does. You're honestly one of the few cadets he genuinely enjoys talking to, even if you're a little odd. But you're nice, and you're smart; you listen, and give advice, and you're skilled too. Incredibly so.

But right now, Jean would like nothing more than to get as far away from you as possible.

"Fine," he huffs, "maybe I do. Why?"

His eyes turn to yours, but he's surprised to see you already looking away. You're gathering your still half full bowl of soup and moving to stand. "Was just curious. You're always staring at her," you explain, and Jean can't quite explain it but you sound so...

sad.

"Have a good night, Jean."

And leaving before he can say anything else.

He's knocked right off his horse before your very eyes.

It happens in the blink of an eye, and then you're forced to watch as his body rolls further and further away from you.

But, most importantly, you're forced to watch the way the titan's eyes zone in on him, set to kill.

"Jean!"

It's Armin's voice that calls for him, directly beside you on his own horse, but you're quick to act. Quicker then. Eyes harsh, jaw set, you move to jump off your horse. "Keep going!" You call to Armin, not even batting him an eyelash, "find Eren! I'll protect Jean!"

And without a doubt you would.

Sliding to your knees before Jean, you pull him into your arms, cradling him. His eyes are shut, and you curse softly when you realize the force of the hit had knocked him unconscious. He's too heavy for you to lung back to your horse, and you don't have the time to either with the titan come fast in that exact direction.

Holding Jean close, his head cradled in your hands, you shuffle back, forcing all the strength you have into your legs to gain as much distance as possible.

"I'll keep you safe," you mumble, more to yourself than to Jean himself. "I won't let you die."

You'd rather sacrifice yourself then ever let Jean die. But if you did that know, nothing would change the titan from going after him right after. He's unconscious and in no state to defend himself.

With your blade held high before you, you swipe with useless movements at the titan. You're pressed against a tree, two trees before you slowing the titans movements even if you know it won't last for long.

You'll have to make your death as slow as possible. As strung out for as long as you can. To bide Jean the time to wake up and run, or even for someone to come.

But, no matter what, you won't let them touch Jean.

"He'll never look at you that way."

"Very nice, Sasha."

Brow raised, she munches on her bread as she speaks; "just as observation."

Swallowing thickly, fighting back the hurt, you roll your hands, placing your hand over her own and shoving. "Just eat your bread, Sasha," you grunt, "and kindly shut up."

Her eyes meet yours, wide eyed and doe-y as usual. And, as usual, you can't stay mad at her long when she's looking at you like that; like a little kid.

"Here," you sigh, handing her your soup, "you can finish it."

And she squeals, ecstatic, attention completely sidetracked from you, a loud slurping noise echoing from next to your ear.

With a sigh, you glance back ahead of yourself, right at him.

His eyes haven't left her once, almost in a dream like state.

You barely matter to him, and worst of all, Sasha is completely right;

he'll never look at you that way.

You cry as the panic sets in.

You don't want to die, you really don't, and your heart sinks with each passing second when you realize that that fate seems almost undeniable.

You've never felt quite this scared before.

"I'll keep you safe," you mutter pathetically, your sobs slurring your words together as the titan stares down at you with those wide terrifying eyes of it's. It's as if it's mocking you. Taking it's time with swallowing you whole. Or ripping you apart.

Whichever it fancies.

"I won't let them hurt you," you cry, fingers digging into the clothe of Jean's cape, "I'll protect you."

And just as it takes one big snap at you, a cry is heard. It echoes, loud and clear, hurts your ears, even if you can barely focus on it amongst your own panic. Your eyes squeeze shut, and you hold your arm out, blade raised towards the titan, ready for the pain the radiate. Your body shifts, covering Jean completely.

But nothing ever happens.

Eyes flickering open, you look back, only to see the titan running the other direction, completely away from you.

"Y/N...?"

Blinking, your eyes widen, a gasp leaving your lips as you glance down at Jean, hands falling to his cheeks. "Jean!" You cry, relieved, hands moving on their own to brush back his hair, the few that have stuck to his bloodied forehead.

"You got knocked off your horse, hit your head I think. But it's okay," you ramble, words spilling fast, lips moving even faster, the tears still streaming down your cheeks. "I'll keep you safe."

And Jean's lips part, taking in the way you're crying, your eyes are puffy, and the fact that it's just the two of us. He's in your arms, he realizes, and his head pangs heavily, and when he finds the strength to glance around, he's baffled to see titan's running off in the complete opposite direction.

You seem to notice his gaze.

"They just ran off suddenly," you breathe, voice breathless, "just when one was about to grab me."

Jean's eyes widen, and he finally takes notice of the way you're cradling him, almost completely wrapped around him.

I'll keep you safe.

You'd been willing to give up your life to protect him...

Jean can hardly believe it.

"Y/N, you..."

And when you glance down at him, waiting for him to finish, your lips part when you realize...

he's staring at you just as you always dreamed he would.

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Love shot

Genre: Tooth rotting fluff Words: 8.590 Prompt: Hockey Player Jeno feat. best friend Jaemin, love letters? Warnings: none..?

A/N: This was written for @woahhwa for the @kafenetwork kafeholidays event! Hi Ru! I had so much fun talking to you when tumblr wasn’t eating my asks! I hope you liked this and it incorporates some of the things you said you liked. Also. Warning: I know absolutely nothing about hockey so please bear with me :] As always thank you to @burtonized for always listening to my rambles and telling me that my writing doesn’t suck. Also literally no one asked for me to put Johnny into this but I am a simple woman and miss him and his gorgeous hair. I am sorry for this horrible title...

The red numbers on the clock over the rink slowly counted down, the last minute of the game beginning. You had your hands tightly clutched together, sitting on the edge of the seat as you watched your home team in the orange and blue tricots trying to defend the last push of the opposing team. Mark Lee - on the defense - body checked the opposing wing player, who had been pushing forward, hardly into the banister, causing him to lose the puck. Quick on his feet like always, Ten snatched it from him and took a sharp turn to avoid the second wing player, using his smaller size to his advantage so he could push forward into the last third before the huge defender of the opposing team tackled him harshly. But like the genius player he was, Donghyuck had anticipated it, screaming Ten’s name at the top of his lungs so the elder had the time to pass the puck on to his wingplayer. Using his momentum from following Ten, Donghyuk pulled both of the opposing defenders towards him, leaving the star player of the team - Lee Jeno - free right in front of the goalie. A huge mistake. With a mischievous grin on his lips, Donghyuck waited until the very last second to pass the puck straight to Jeno who didn’t hesitate even for a second to take his shot: Hitting the puck with all his strength, he sent the rubber flying right past the goalie’s body, slamming into the net of the goal.

The crowd around you erupted in loud screams and cheers, everyone jumping up from their seats and celebrating the last minute goal as the red timer on the scoreboard ticked down to zero, the loud noise of a horn mixing with the cheers of the students. In the middle of all of this you were hugging your best friend, screaming loudly before turning back to look into the rink where the other boys had buried Lee Jeno beneath them, hockey sticks scattered around them. The other team had already angrily left the rink, collecting their stuff to make their way to the locker rooms when the boys finally let off and let their MVP breathe. Grinning broadly they took their helmets off one by one, shaking out their matted hair and just like after every game, the sight of Jeno’s midnight blue messy hair took your breath away. Once you could muster up the courage to talk to him, you wanted to ask if he had dyed it to match the color of their blue and orange jerseys. But even though you went to every single one of their home games and sometimes even went down to the rink to congratulate them, you had yet to speak more than three words with their handsome center forward player with the 23 on his back.

“Let’s go down to congratulate them, this was insane,” Jaemin said before already pulling you down the stairs against the tide of people that were already leaving. A couple of the player’s friends had already gathered at the rink, cheering them on and clapping them on their padded shoulders. You could make out the University’s heartthrob Johnny Suh - a volleyball player himself - fondly petting his best friend’s head which made Ten smile brighter than the harsh lights that illuminated the ice. A group of other boys from your year that you knew from a couple of your courses had rounded Donghyuck and Mark and looked like they were currently mocking the elder for his misplay that had led to the early goal of the opposing team, leaving their goalkeeper Yangyang almost no time to react. With a loud thud Jeno joined the circle, clinging to Mark’s back who cried out in pain from how hard the impact had been. The newest addition to the team, a tall freshman with the number 27 on his back, awkwardly shuffled on the ice before the team captain - Sicheng - pulled him over to where they were celebrating.

“Yooooo, boys this was sick!” Jaemin called out when he jumped down the last couple of steps before joining his friends who had stopped mocking Mark for a little while. But that wouldn’t be for long and you knew it. You had been their fan for quite some time now and knew that Donghyuck would not let Mark live and would bother him about it for a long time. “Watch your back, stupid,” you mumbled after your best friend who had been part of the team last year but had to quit playing for an undefined amount of time due to some issues with his back. He was the one who had originally gotten you into this sport which had led to your crush on Lee Jeno. So basically Na Jaemin was the reason you had the worst everlasting crush on a boy you barely knew and were way too shy to talk to even if he shared a ridiculous number of classes with you this year. But to Lee Jeno you must just be Jaemin’s weird friend he still knew from his childhood.

Slowly you approached the circle of boys, trying to hide as much of your face as possible in the bright orange scarf you had wrapped around your neck to shield yourself from the cold of the stadium. Jaemin was already retelling the highlights of the game in rapid-fire double time rapping speed, gesturing broadly and making the players laugh. “If you were to commentate the games they would probably be twice as fun to watch,” you spoke your mind when your best friend had to take a deep breath, making all of them stare at you which promptly lead to blood to rush to your face. “Yoooo, that would be such a good idea,” Mark broke the silence, his eyes wide, “Since you know all the rules and stuff.” “Also I wouldn’t be biased at all,” Jaemin just rolled his eyes. “Yeah, he can’t just trash talk the other team during the whole game,” Sicheng threw in. “But it would be fun,” Yangyang mused. He had finally managed to get all of his extra protective gear off, his dark hair hanging into his eyes. “You should try it, Jaem,” Jeno also agreed. “I’d rather join you on the ice, you know,” your best friend mumbled, shooting the rink a longing gaze. “You’ll be back with us in no time once your back is healed,” Sicheng smiled, patting him on the shoulder with his still gloved hand, “Just give me a call and I’ll unlock the rink for you to make a couple of rounds.” “What am I, a short track athlete?” Jaemin grumbled but nodded his head anyways. He had been an amazing sprinter until he had exchanged the goggles and tight suits for heavy padding and a stick some time in high school.

“What’s this gloomy atmosphere? We won guys!” Ten shouted over from where he had been talking to Johnny and some other upperclassman, “Let’s get out of these uniforms and have some food to celebrate, Sicheng is paying.” “I am what?” The team captain protested but his complaints were lost in the cheers of the younger members of the team who quickly scrambled to get to the lockers to shower and change, their stomachs always bottomless holes after an intense game. “Let’s go home then,” Jaemin suggested, raking a hand through his caramel hair. You could tell he was still sad about not being able to be with his boys but he made an effort to hide his inner struggle. “Jaem!” A voice called you back when you turned to climb up the stairs and Lee Jeno skidded effortlessly over the ice to roughly collide with the side of the rink again. “You know you can join us, right?” A smile spread over your friend’s lips but he shook his head. “I can’t leave this one all to herself.” “The more the merrier,” Jeno just answered, looking you straight in the eye which lead to your heart missing a beat or two. He was covered in sweat and his hair was matted to his head, he should not have looked this attractive to you with his stupid half-moon eye smile and mole beneath his right eye. “I- I don’t want to mess up your all-boys time,” you tried to politely decline, scolding yourself for stuttering like this. You did not need to make an even bigger fool out of yourself. “It’s fine, really. Mark’s girlfriend is probably going to join us as well,” Jeno reassured you, “I’ll see you two outside!” He quickly added before crossing the rink again to disappear into the lockers, not leaving you two any more chance to decline.

“We’re not going to say no to a free meal, are we?” Jaemin grinned. “Wipe that grin off your face Nana,” you grumbled, scolding yourself for going for comfortable and warm clothes instead of pretty ones. What would Jeno think of you in your oversized blue hoodie and orange scarf? “Stop stressing, I can hear you thinking,” your friend whined, pulling you out of the by now empty stadium. “I look like a potato.” “No you don’t. You look fine. Jeno is not into the whole dolled up thing anyways.” Slapping his arm hard, you looked around if any of the players had already changed and overheard his comment. “You better keep your mouth shut, Na Jaemin or may god have mercy over you,” you hissed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he innocently blinked his eyes at you. “Na Jaemin, I swear to god. If you make me look like a fool in front of my crush that I should have never admitted to you, I WILL make you regret it.” “You don’t need me to make a fool out of yourself,” your best friend laughed, just barely dodging the punches you threw at him.

“Please be nice,” you whispered when the boys came out from the locker after a couple of minutes, their hair still damp from the shower they must have taken, their bags slung over their shoulders. Pictures of what a certain forward player must look like beneath his heavy padding and jersey flooded your mind for a second and you had to fight the heat that threatened to creep up on your cheeks. Mark’s girlfriend who had arrived a couple of minutes earlier and who you two had already told about the game, raced to fling herself into her boyfriend’s arms, giggling loudly when he almost toppled over from being thrown off balance. Somehow that image tugged at your heart and you wished that one day when you were finally not too shy to talk to Jeno, this could be the two of you.

Dinner was filled with a lot of loud laughter and just mildly annoyed waiters at the restaurant that had the best hot pot in town or so Sicheng claimed. But you really couldn’t even blame the poor waitress that had to deal with the hyped up hockey players. You mostly kept quiet, listening to their bickering and their stories. Donghyuck only retold how Mark had messed up in today’s game about three more times until he earned himself a rather hard slap to the back of his head from both Mark and Jeno. During the whole time you tried to steal secret glances at the forward player, admiring how fluffy his hair got after it had dried and how his glasses would fog up from the heat of the food until he took them off with an adorable but also really annoyed huff, stuffing them into the pocket of his neon green hoodie that should have looked ridiculous but he could pull it off. At this point you thought that he would look good in a plastic bag. God you really had it bad for him.

“Alright children, it’s bed time,” Ten exclaimed after everyone’s bellies were full, clapping his hands, “We should leave quickly so Sicheng can pay for the meal.” The team captain just sighed and leaned back in his seat while the others quickly shuffled around to sort out their bags and their jackets to hurry out of the restaurant, muttering words of thanks to Sicheng. You felt bad for him and lingered behind for a little before pressing a note into his hands that he declined with a little smile. “It’s fine,” he shook his head, handing the money back, “One mouth more or less doesn’t matter.” “Thank you for the meal, Sicheng,” you smiled. “Thank you for your support, you’re at every of our games, aren’t you?” Flustered you followed him to the register where a woman took his card to pay for the meal. “I try to make it. Jaemin doesn’t like going alone when he’s not allowed to play and I really enjoy watching you guys play. Your freshman really did so well.” “Sungchan is really talented,” Sicheng nodded, “He is such a great assent to the team and he compliments Jeno well. He’ll give Jaemin a run for his money when he comes back.” Smiling, you nodded. “I hope he’ll recover fast, he really misses you guys.” Taking his card back, Sicheng grimaced at the receipt. “We all miss him.”

Stepping outside in the cold, you were glad you had brought your thick jacket, your breath came out in little white clouds and Jaemin’s nose was already red. “I thought you’d never come back out, I am freezing over here,” he complained. Rolling your eyes at your roommate, you quickly said goodbye to Sicheng who once again told Jaemin to give him a call if he wanted to use the rink to skate for a while. On the way over to your apartment a little off of campus, you both kept quiet, each lost in your own thoughts. Even through your thick layers of clothing, the cold began seeping into your bones and you buried your hands deep into the pockets of your jacket. But instead of the soft material of the inside of the pockets, your right hand came into contact with a neatly folded piece of paper. Confused you pulled it from your jacket and unfolded it. You didn’t remember stuffing that in there. In neat handwriting, a single sentence was written:

You look so pretty in blue.

What? You were so perplexed, you halted in your steps, staring at the piece of paper as if it would tell you what in the world was going on or how it had ended up in your pocket. Had one of the boys snuck the note into you jacket when they all had left before you and Sicheng? But why would any of them do that? What if... What if it had been Jeno? No, that couldn’t be. He was way out of your league and most definitely confident enough to tell you in person if he liked the honestly very much not special or pretty blue hoodie. “Hello? Earth to best friend?” Jaemin’s voice ripped you from your thoughts. He was standing a couple of steps in front of you, a questioning look on his features. “Did you just remember you left the stove on or something?” “N... No,” you muttered, shaking your head before shoving the note back into your pocket, catching up to Jaemin.

What you didn’t know was that would not be the last weird note you would find. The next one didn’t take long. You found it stuffed in your bag between your books on your second class of the day. Trying to not catch your friend’s attention so you wouldn’t have to explain the note, you carefully and secretly unfolded it to read the neatly written sentence.

You look great today, have a great start into the new week! Fighting!

Not unlike last time, you wondered who could have dropped the note into your bag. And when? Looking around the class you were currently in, your eyes caught on Lee Jeno’s midnight blue hair just a couple of seats in front of you. Had he been in your previous class as well? You couldn’t remember. But even if he had been, it was just wishful thinking that he had been the one to write the note. It was most likely a cruel joke someone was playing on you. Sighing you crumbled the piece of paper and focused back to what your professor was saying, trying to concentrate on taking notes instead of daydreaming while staring holes into Lee Jeno’s head like you had done way too often in this class. You weren’t very successful and when Jeno answered a question the professor had thrown at the class flawlessly, earning himself a couple of back pats from his friends that were seated around him, you couldn’t help but sigh. God, why did he have to be both smart and incredibly handsome? And on top of that a very talented hockey player.

A slap from your friend to your shoulder brought you back from your daydream to find the professor staring at you intensely. Shit. What had he asked? “Alright miss, I’d like a word with you after class. Now who can answer my question instead?” He spoke and you just wanted to ground to swallow you whole.

For the rest of the class you were just imagining all the worst case scenarios in your head of what the strict professor would scold you about. Would he make you do extra work for the class? Give you a bad grade all together? Or just humiliate you further? “Alright class, that will be it for today, you’re dismissed. Don’t forget to do the reading for next week and hand in your assignments on time,” the professor dismissed the class, immediately finding your eyes to nod his head sharply to indicate he hadn’t forget about you zoning out.

Discouraged after the scolding you had gotten from your professor about dozing off in his classes, you climbed the stairs to your seat to pack your stuff to go hide in your room until everyone would have forgotten how embarrassing the whole situation had been, especially Lee Jeno and his friends. But yet again another note was placed right on top of your notebook, seemingly written in a haste and carelessly ripped out of its original page.

Don’t take it to heart, it could have happened to anyone. Cheer up!

Okay maybe the someone who was writing you these notes actually wasn’t playing jokes on you and actually cared about you. You’d be lying if the few words hadn’t made you feel any better.

Over the next few weeks you found more and more notes. Some longer than others, some just a few hastily written words. Some were just a quick cheer up to help you get through a long day of class, some compliments about your outfit or your hair and some even little stories about the day of your admirer. Somehow you felt like you got to know him a little through his little messages. You even dared to say you looked forward to finding more and more notes.

One time your secret admirer even left you a coffee on your table at the library when you had gotten up from your seat to get more books to look up some information for the essay you were trying to finish. When you got back to your seat, you looked around quickly to see if the admirer was still around. But you only saw more students perched over books or their laptops, typing away. Just when you were about to get back to your own project, a white hoodie caught your eye between the dull lighting and brown colors of the library. Below a mop of blue hair, Lee Jeno shortly smiled at you from behind his glasses, toasting towards you with his own cup of coffee and you couldn’t help but notice that it was from the same shop the steaming cup in front of you was from. Picking it up, you toasted back and took a small sip to not completely burn your tongue before examining the cup which just said your name with a little heart on it. It could have been just a coincidence that Jeno chose to get coffee from the same place your admirer had. The shop was just a few meters from the library after all but the way Jeno had smiled at you, not his usual bright smile but something maybe a little more shy, made you believe it could actually have been him and you really hoped that he actually was.

But today you hadn’t found a single note from your admirer and for some reason that was really bothering you. He had managed to sneak you at least a little note every day for a while now. And you still hadn’t figured out how he did it. Or when. You didn’t leave your bag or jackets unattended for long periods of time and it seriously baffled by how sneaky he must be.

“Stop staring holes into the air and get back to work,” your coworker Yuta scolded you, clapping a hand on your back on his way past you. “I’m sorry, I was lost in my head,” you apologized but he just shrugged his shoulders as he collected the mugs a group of students had left behind. “Exams?” He asked as he came back, putting the mugs into the sink. “Something like that,” you lied. You really didn’t know the upperclassman well enough to vent to him about how someone you didn’t even knew who they were send you secret messages and somehow they hadn’t done it today yet. Before Yuta could ask any further questions, the bell on the door jingled happily, announcing the arrival of a new set of customers. “I’ll go, bring those to the back,” your coworker instructed you. Sighing, you bunched up your sleeves to stack up all the dishes that had been piling up in the front during the time Yuta and you had been too busy with orders to put them in the big dishwasher in the kitchen.

With a couple of freshly washed cups and plates you emerged back into the main room to see Yuta flirting with the group of girls that had just come in to probably order some way too overpriced season special with more sugar than actual coffee in it. Of course only after they had been completely charmed by the objectively speaking very pretty foreigner with a silver tongue. Rolling your eyes at the group, you instead made your way to where the customers were sitting to check if anyone new had come in while you were in the back. After most classes were over for the day, the cozy café usually filled up with students pretty fast; either to relax for a little before going to the library or to discuss group projects.

Today was no different and you easily spotted a group of boys from one of your courses squished together in one of the booths, your best friend smiling brightly at you when he saw you approach. “My favorite waitress is working,” he spoke, awkwardly hugging your waist from his sitting position. “You just want my employee discount,” you fondly rolled your eyes at a now pouting Jaemin, “So what can I get you.” You quickly collected all the boy’s orders including Jaemin’s horrendous deathpresso. “Oh, add another iced Americano, someone is still missing,” Donghyuck called after you when you had confirmed their orders, a knowing smirk on his lips. Quickly scribbling another one on your little notepad, you didn’t look where you were going and suddenly collided with a very solid chest and you were pretty sure you would have fallen if it was not for the customer’s quick reflexes. So instead of on the floor, you found yourself pressed against his chest, his perfume clouding your senses. “Careful where you’re going,” he said and you could already tell that your eyes would meet ones with the color of molten amber, hidden behind a cute pair of round glasses, before you even looked up to see Lee Jeno’s smile. “You... You too,” you stuttered, feeling your face heat up, quickly scrambling back a step. “Are you alright?” He asked, looking you up and down once. “Yeah, I was just taking your orders, I’ll be right back,” you tried to smile while trying to tell your heart to stop beating like you had just ran a marathon. “I’ll help you carry, we’re quite a few people.” “No, it’s fine really,” you quickly declined, “This is my job after all. “I feel bad for running into you though, let me help,” Jeno insisted, a slight pout on his lips that you really could not resist. When you ended up nodding, his whole face lit up with his famous eye smile and your insides might have just melted a little. While he was quickly putting his bag down and greeting his friends, you busied yourself with the orders. Yuta was still no help whatsoever, telling one of the girls an obnoxious story of how he had ended up at a university in Korea. You barely held back your laugh when the girls gasped, their eyes glued to Yuta. The story might have been impressive to you if you hadn’t heard it about 30 times already, always a little different but always pretty far from the actual truth.

“I didn’t know you worked here,” Jeno ripped your attention from your coworker when he leaned against the counter to watch you work the big coffee machine. “I was working in a different shop a little off campus before,” you smiled, focusing on pouring the milk into one of the cups of coffee to form a pretty picture. “You’re really good at making them look pretty,” Jeno complimented you, his cheeks tinted a rosy color. “It’s just practice,” you mumbled, hiding your own shyness behind the counter to quickly grab the cake slices the boys had ordered. An awkward silence hung over the two of you while you worked on finishing the other drink orders (it always took a ridiculous amount of time to make Jaemin’s) and your brain ran on overdrive trying to come up with a topic to talk to Jeno to fill up the silence while willing your hands to not shake and make a fool out of yourself in front of him.

“Do... Do you work between classes?” You chose to ask in the end, scolding yourself immediately for asking what must be the most lame, basic question ever. “I hardly have time between classes and practice,” Jeno explained nonetheless, scrunching his nose adorably to push up his glasses,” I’m here on a scholarship so I have to show results in hockey or I’ll be out.” “Ooh, I didn’t know that. But you’re really good so it shouldn’t be a surprise,” you spoke your mind before you could think about the words but as soon as it registered, your face immediately was heating up. Jeno just laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. “I’m not bad I guess. It’s just a lot of practice, it’s nothing special,” he mirrored the words you had said earlier, an easy smile on his lips. “Even I can see you have an unfair amount of talent for hockey, Jeno.” At that he barked out a short laugh. “You should have seen me when I stood on the ice for the first time, I couldn’t even skate in a straight line without falling on my ass, no idea what the scouts saw in me when they talked to my mum to recruit me.” “I bet you’re just being modest,” you argued. “I am not I swear,” he laughed, “I was really bad but I trained a lot so I could make the team. I’m not like Donghyuck who can just skip half of practice because he’s hungover. I have to work for it.” “That makes it even more admirable,” you mumbled, not able to look him in the eye when you spoke the words even though you meant them with all your heart. “Th- Thank you,” Jeno stuttered and when you looked up at his face again, you could see that his ears were bright red. “I mean it,” you smiled and when he finally met your eyes you couldn’t help but get lost in his for a while.

“And you tell me to stop flirting with customers,” Yuta broke whatever moment you just had with Jeno and shoved you from the spot on the coffee machine. “I wasn’t,” you tried to argue but your colleague just clocked his tongue and rolled his eyes. “I... I wouldn’t mind if you were,” Jeno mumbled so quietly you had almost missed it, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach and a smile to creep onto your lips again. “We should bring the drinks over,” you smiled, grabbing the tray that held the drinks so Jeno could take the one with the cakes. “Ye... Yeah, orders, drinks, sure,” he stuttered, grabbing the second tray and following you through the café back over to where his friends were seated. “I thought you would never come back,” Jaemin already whined, grabbing his deathpresso off of your tray. “It takes a while to make eight freaking extra shots of espresso,” you scolded your best friend while giving out the rest of the orders to the other boys who all agreed, joining in on telling Jaemin how unhealthy his coffee drinking habits were. “Let me know if you need anything else,” you smiled politely when everyone had gotten their respective drinks, leaving the boys to banter playfully.

Over the course of your shift, the boys stayed to study and ordered another round of hot drinks before they left just shy of the ending of your shift. Jeno threw you another shy smile and a little sweater pawed wave when they left the shop that almost send you into cardiac arrest. “I’ll clean that table and then head out,” you announced to Yuta who was glued to his phone, checking his twitter feed. Among the chaos of used napkins and dishes, you found a neatly folded piece of paper with your name neatly written on it, a little heart drawn in the corner that set you own one racing again. You quickly put it in your pocket and cleared the rest of the table, all but throwing the dishes into the dishwasher at the back so you could get out of your apron and take a look at the note your secret admirer had left. While you were changing into your warm jacket, you couldn’t help but to think and to hope that Jeno had left it for you. After all he had been at both the gatherings that had led to you finding these notes and he also shared lot of classes with you where he could technically have slipped you a note or two. And on top of that he had also been at the library when the coffee incident happened.

Once you stepped out of the café and into the cool air of the early evening, you sat down on one of the benches surrounding the building to read the little note in peace.

You look so cute when you’re concentrating on making pretty latte art, did you know that? I loved the little talk we had but I am too shy to talk to you. Can you tell by these notes? My friends all make fun of me for writing cheesy notes instead of manning up to actually talk to you. I don’t even know if you would want to meet me. But if you want to, then meet me at the ice rink tomorrow at 7pm. I’ll be waiting for you there, I promise.

You couldn’t hold in the little shriek of joy that made its way past your lips. It had to be Jeno. It couldn’t be anyone else. It had to be him. Holding the little note close to your furiously beating heart, you smiled and kicked your legs in joy before storing it carefully into your bag. Jaemin better be ready to help you choose an outfit for tomorrow and listen to you whine without asking too many questions about who you were actually going to meet.

When you arrived at the stadium the next day, clutching the note tightly in your hand, you double checked the time and carefully looked around before you tried to open the front door which to your surprise was actually unlocked. Taking a deep breath, you went in, closing the door firmly behind you before walking up to the second door that would take you to the bleachers. Slowly you pulled it open as well, hoping it wouldn’t make too much noise. The rink itself was just dimly lit, most of the lights turned off and on the ice there was a single figure skating around the perimeter, seemingly lost in their thoughts while aimlessly taking sharp turns that send pieces of ice flying, making the skids screech. You would have recognized that person between hundreds of other skaters, the midnight blue hair easily giving him away.

Jeno seemingly hadn’t noticed you yet and it gave you time to sort out your racing heart and thoughts. Had it really been him to write you all the sweet notes that you had begun to collect in a little box you hid from Jaemin in a box beneath your bed? Or was the universe playing a prank on you and it was just a coincidence that he was practicing right now, alone at night. But then again no one else was around and he really wasn’t dressed for practice, just wearing one of his big hoodies and jeans. It had to be his notes. And thinking back on it, he really had been the only person who had been at the same places, the notes had been showing up. From the dinner with the hockey team to the ones in your classes and at your work or in the library.

Slowly you made your way down the steps of the bleachers, keeping quiet so you wouldn’t disturb Jeno who was still skating around the rink. Once you arrived at the bottom row of seats, you took a seat next to a pair of skates and a pair of sneakers that probably belonged to Jeno. Sitting in silence, you watched his movements for a while. He was captivating to watch: Seeing him effortlessly glide over the ice before suddenly sprinting forward only to come to an abrupt halt or take a sharp turn. It was beyond you how he held his balance through it all.

Suddenly he halted in his moves completely to stare at the big clock on the back wall of the stadium that showed that it was fifteen minutes past seven already before he sighed deeply, raking a hand through his fluffy hair. Was he nervous? Nervous you wouldn’t come? Just when he was taking off, his eyes caught your figure and he stopped again, a big smile spreading across his face that made his eyes curl into the beautiful half-moon shape you adored. While you were busy trying to remember how to breathe, he was skating towards you, effortlessly jumping from the ice through a little door in the rink, walking towards you. “You came,” he beamed, kneeling down in front of you after he had grabbed the skates that were still lying next to you. “Yeah I did,” you answered, still not entirely sure what to make of this situation. With how fast your heart was beating, it must have climbed all the way up to your throat and you weren’t sure if you could have produced a proper sentence if you wanted to.

“I hope I didn’t misinterpret all of this,” Jeno mumbled while he carefully undid your shoelaces before slipping them off your feet, “And you’re just here to tell me to stop being creepy and not leave any more notes around.” The way he looked up at you from beneath his midnight blue bangs tugged at your heart and you couldn’t find any words to tell him just how okay you were with this, so you just nodded, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, the skin feeling way too hot against the cold of the stadium. Smiling brightly Jeno quickly prepared the skates to slip onto your feet and laced them up tightly, his nimble fingers working fast and efficient. “Is this alright? Not too tight?” “Seems fine,” you smiled back at him, experimentally wiggling your toes. “Alright,” Jeno smiled, extending a hand to you. “Come on, let’s go.”

Shyly, you took his hand to let him pull you upright. On wobbly feet, you followed him to the little door in the rink, letting him step onto the ice first. “I’ve never done this before,” you confessed, almost reflexive reaching your gloved hands out towards him which he took with a gentle smile, squeezing them reassuringly. “I won’t let you fall,” he promised, tightening the grip on your hands. “Okay,” you whispered, carefully stepping onto the slippery ice, unsure how to work with the skates. “You’re a natural,” Jeno beamed when you finally stood with both feet on the ice. “I- I don’t know,” you shied away from the praise, wishing you could hide in your big scarf. “Hold on tightly now,” the hockey player warned before he skillfully moved his legs so he was sliding backwards, effectively pulling you with him. A little surprised sound escaped your lips and you clutched his hands tightly, worrying your gaze to your feet where you tried to stabilize yourself and keeping the skids up right.

“Don’t think so much about it. Look at me,” Jeno’s voice cut through the soft scratching noises of the skates. “I’ll fall if I do,” you argued. Also your heart would most likely leap out of your chest if you did. As if it wasn’t already beating furiously enough now that you were basically on a date with your crush and he was holding your hands. “I told you that I won’t let you fall,” he promised, slowing down his own movements until you came to a halt. Steadying yourself on the skates, you took a deep breath before looking up to meet Jeno’s eyes. And just like that time stood still. Under the dimmed lights in the stadium, it felt like you two were the only people on this planet. You got lost in the deep brown shade of his eyes and adored how his nose and cheeks were tinted a pretty blush color from the cold. “Hey there,” he whispered, tucking your scarf neatly around your neck where it had come undone, the gesture so intimate, it made your breath hitch. “Hi,” you answered dumbly and it made him smile, his eyes curving into the beautiful half-moon eye smile.

Before you could do anything stupid like coo hat how pretty he looked, his smile turned into a mischievous grin and he quickly let go of your hands to skid backwards a couple of meters further towards the center of the rink. “Jenoooo,” you whined once you had found your balance again, glaring to where he was making a couple of sharp turns, creating indents in the smooth ice and sending pieces flying. “Come over,” he called, opening his arms wide. “You just want to see me fall.” “You won’t, have some faith in yourself. Just kick with your skates until you gain momentum. It’s like walking just with a little more glide.” “Do you realize how ridiculous that sounds?” “Just try it. For me,” Jeno smiled, sliding a little closer to you and opening his arms again. Sighing, you nodded, balling your hands into fists before you kicked your feet just how you had seen Jeno and the other’s do a hundred times before. Albeit very wobbly and slow, you were sliding over the ice. A smile slowly spread over your face as you kicked your feet again and again and you weren’t even mad when you noticed that Jeno steadily moved backwards to keep you going. “See, you’re a natural,” he beamed but just when he said that, you stumbled over one of the indents he had created earlier when he was showing off. You already prepared yourself to meet the cold unforgiving ice, making a complete fool out of yourself but instead two strong arms curled around you to pull you against a strong chest so you were stabilized again.

“I told you, I wouldn’t let you fall,” Jeno whispered, his hands steady on your waist. “Thank you,” you mumbled, slowly snaking your arms around him as well until your bodies were flush together. For a while you just stood on the ice, hugging each other until your breaths evened out, hearts beating in the same rhythm. “I’m so glad you actually came.” “Why wouldn’t I?” You mumbled into his neck. “Maybe you thought all my notes were creepy.” “I was really confused at first,” you admitted, “I thought it was a joke. I couldn’t think of a reason why anyone would write these to me. I was waiting for someone to bring up the topic so they could make fun of me. But deep down I really wished it was you who was writing them and that you actually meant everything you wrote.” The longer you spoke, the more you felt your face heat up. “I wish I had more courage to actually ask you out properly,” Jeno confessed, his voice quiet, “I kept seeing you around Jaemin and then you started to come to our matches. And then we ended up in so many of the same courses and guess what you’re not only very pretty but also incredibly smart. And I guess I kind of developed this huge crush on you with your big scarves and hoodies.” “Me... Me too, Jeno,” you whispered, your heart making summersaults in your chest and a smile spreading on your lips. Beneath your fingers you could feel Jeno chuckle. “Will you let me kiss you?” He asked softly and who were you to deny him?

Slowly you lifted your head from his shoulder and he carefully cupped your face before he leaned in to kiss you until your noses were touching. His bangs were tickling your face but you wouldn’t have wanted to have it any other way and crossed the last few centimeters between you to press your lips against his slightly chapped ones. Like you had all time in the world you just stood on the ice, lazily moving your lips together only ever separating to heave in a couple of breathes of air and share a soft giggle before claiming each other’s lips again with hearts beating like one.

Eventually Jeno pulled back when you leaned in to kiss him again, a big smile on his lips when you pouted. “You’ll get another one when you manage to skate a whole round in the rink,” he grinned, his eyes sparkling. “You’re the worst Lee Jeno,” you kept pouting, “You’re hurting yourself just as much as me.” “Come on, it’s going to be fun,” he smiled, snaking free from your grip to skate around you in quick motions. “Show off,” you mumbled underneath your breath but tried your best to copy his movements to fulfill his quest.

In the end he had been right, once you got the hang of it and didn’t lose your balance every time there was a dent in the ice, it actually as fun to chase each other around the rink even though you knew he was purposefully letting you catch up to him at times to steal more kisses. It still somehow didn’t feel real that you actually were here with Lee Jeno and that you were actually allowed to kiss him just like this. After what felt like hours, Jeno helped you out of your skates and you just sat on the bleachers cuddled up together beneath a blanket, looking down at the rink. “Are you going to see the match tomorrow?” He asked. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I?” Jeno just hummed, a blush creeping up his cheeks and ears, this one definitely not from the cold. What was making him shy all of a sudden? “Would you... I mean... If you wanted to... Would you,” he stuttered before he groaned loudly and grabbed your hands tightly, “Willyouwearmyjackettothegame?” “What?” “My jacket... Would you wear it tomorrow?” He asked again, slower this time but still not meeting your eyes, instead looking at your interlocked hands. “Do you want me to?” You asked him back, a big smile on your lips. “I mean... I understand if this is a little fast but... But I’ve had this crush on you for the longest time and... And I would really like to show everyone that you’re you know...” “That I’m your girlfriend?” “Y... Yeah,” he admitted, shyly looking at you from beneath his midnight blue bangs. “Of course I will,” you smiled broadly, throwing your arms around him to hug him close.

And you did. After you and Jeno had talked for a little while longer about everything and nothing at all (and maybe some more kissing) until you had yawned more than he found acceptable, he had quickly run to the locker rooms to fetch his jacket that he had promptly laid over your shoulders on your way home. In front of your apartment building he had kissed you goodbye and wished you sweet dreams before he walked away to his own dorm room that he shared with Donghyuck so you had found out. You turned the key as silently as you could so you wouldn’t wake up your best friend who was out cold on the small sofa in your living room, the Netflix ‘Are you still watching?’ screen illuminating the room. Shaking your head, you draped a blanket over the sleeping boy and turned the TV off before getting ready for bed as well. The next morning you had to explain why you had Jeno’s jacket to a screaming Jaemin at an ungodly hour but in the end he was just excited as you were if not more because he didn’t have to hear both of you pining anymore because he had promised Jeno not to meddle.

You slipped into Jeno’s big jacket when you and your friend where about to leave so you wouldn’t be late to the match, you couldn’t help but smile, snuggling deep into the collar until your boyfriend’s smell engulfed you like a blanket. “Stop being gross or the best seats will be taken,” your best friend complained, tugging you with him and filling the way over to the stadium with chatter. “There are so many people,” you exclaimed when you had entered the stadium, looking around for free seats. “It’s the highlight of the season, what did you expect?” Jaemin asked, tugging you further down when he spotted Mark’s girlfriend waving excitedly at your two. She also was wearing a jacket with the name ‘Lee’ on the back just that hers had a big blue 2 on the back and not a 23 like yours. “You and Jeno?” She excitedly jumped up and down when she had spotted your jacket and you could only nod shyly. “I’m so happy for you. Mark told me how Jeno kept pining after you.”

“What’s with all the Lees over here?” A male voice cut in before you could answer anything and Johnny Suh sat down next to Jaemin, not clad in his usual dark red jacket with his name and the 9 on the back but in a rather small orange one with a giant blue 10 on the back. “You’ll fit right in,” Mark’s girlfriend chirped, making Johnny blush and hide his face in his knitted scarf, mumbling something about how stupid it was that it had to be so cold to play hockey and how much rather he’d be in his heated gym. “The joy of dating Korean guys,” Jaemin laughed, jumping up and climbing in a seat the row above you, “Let me take a picture, this is hilarious.” “Ten and Mark aren’t even Korean,” Johnny argued, “But Leechaiyapornkul would have been a bit excessive to put on a jacket.”

The rest of his argument was drowned out by the cheers that erupted when the players came from their lockers, the starting 6 quickly rounding the rink, making a couple of sharp turns and going through moves with their stick. Being their center forward player, Jeno was in the starting team along with Sungchan and Donghyuck. On the defense, Winwin and Mark were checking their gear before the captain made sure that all of Yangyang’s protective gear was on right. In the meantime Jeno was searching the bleachers and you couldn’t help but feel shy before you waved at him, jumping up and down so he would notice you. Because of the helmet you couldn’t know if he smiled at you but your heart made summersaults nonetheless when you playfully put on the hood of the jacket to show him that you were indeed wearing it. You imagined him laughing before he blew you a kiss with an over exaggerated movement that made quite a few people turn their heads to see who he could have blown the kiss to. Before you could even think about hiding, Johnny gripped your arm tightly and hissed: “If I am out here wearing Ten’s stupid jacket that is way too small for me while he refuses to wear mine in public because he’s not some trophy wife, you will not hide now.” Not knowing whether you should be afraid of Johnny or laugh at what really sounded like something Ten would say, you just nodded at the blonde, straightening out your back. From the opposite side you could see Ten sitting in the exchange box, a huge grin on his face when he must have spotted Johnny in the crowd (which really wasn’t that hard, the dude was unnecessarily tall).

“They better win this game or I will be mad,” the blonde grumbled when everyone had sat back down and the referee had called both team captains over. “It’s going to be a tight game,” Jaemin filled him in, “The gorillas have been on a roll for the past couple of games. But I have the feeling that a couple of players might just try extra hard today, trying to show off.” At the end, he threw both Johnny and you a very over exaggerated look completed with wiggling eyebrows which earned him slaps from both of you. “Now shut your mouth, Na Jaemin, I actually want to see this game.” “Wow she gets a hot hockey player as her boyfriend and suddenly she doesn’t need my top notch commentating anymore, that hurts.” “Shut up, Nana,” you smiled, focusing back to where in fact your boyfriend was playing on the ice just now. And even if you loved to see Jeno playing, you couldn’t wait for the game to be over to be back in his arms to congratulate him.

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