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predestinatos · 5 months

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making a mess | CL16 𓍯

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

tags: one shot, fluff, very cheesy, soft!charles, facemask stuff, honeymoon phase

warnings: -

words: 783

note: tysm for the request @champagneholland!! i really needed tome inspo... it's a short-ish one but i hope u & everyone enjoy!

“Charlie” you said, laughing at your own use of the nickname, still getting familiar with its more playfully romantic connotation. “Stay still and close your eyes,” the simple request seemed impossible for him to fulfill, as the green clay of the facemask reached your hands, his hands and some hair.

“I can barely do one of those things when I’m with you, don’t ask for both” Charles laughed along with you, his dimples showing as he looked down at your face. “You’ll be forced to do one of those forever if I accidentally put it on your eye,” you kept giggling as he tried his best to remain still and occasionally open one eye to look at you.

Sitting in your bathroom, using the toilet as a chair, Charles let you apply the facemask carefully on your face, feeling your soft hands on his skin warming his whole body. When you were done, he got up excitedly, knowing it was his turn to do it.

You washed your hands and placed yourself on where he was previously sitting, looking up at him with glowing eyes and a smile – for a few seconds he just stared at you, completely bewitched by how lucky he was to have you. And then his hands here on your cheeks, squeezing them while he continuously kissed your lips – soft, cute pecks that then moved to your nose and forehead. “You’re so pretty” he said, giddiness written all over his expression, “and now half of your face is already covered with the mask. Much more effective this way.”

You jokingly rolled your eyes at him, his cheesiness and childlike way of loving you filling your heart immensely. Being loved as a best friend and partner was not something you were used to – previous relationships resulting in your feeling used – but as Charles stood in front of you with pajama pants and a green-ish facemask that almost matched the color of his eyes, you knew you were at home.

“Okay, Yoda, finish your work, please” you replied, pulling his hand towards you and allowing him to continue. Time went on, and he seemed to be nowhere near done, even though the package was basically empty at that point. Charles kept saying “there’s an empty spot here” when you complained about how long he was taking, enthusiastically applying the mask with such care you sometimes barely felt it.

But he could feel it – he touched every inch of your face with a gentleness that contrasted greatly with his strong hands and body, his toned chest bared before you. To him, every inch of you was precious and delicate, and he wanted to take care of it, kiss it, caress it, simply feel it.

So when he knelt down in front of you, claiming there was an “empty spot on your chin” you were surprised to feel his sudden touch on your thighs, not in a lustful way, but in a nurturing one. Leaving evidence of his touch all over your body, now looking like a canvas filled with loving strokes, he got up, pulling you softly, urging you to do the same.

As you did so, he lowered his head to your neck, kissing it and giggling as he kept painting you. You decided to pay him back for that, taking as much of the remaining product out of the package as you could and drawing silly doodles on his chest. His skin shivered at your touch, and he looked down at you, appreciating the contact he had craved for so long and now was lucky to have all for himself.

“You look like Shrek” you said, laughing and feigning pride at the masterpiece you created. He ran a hand through his hair, now completely messy, placing green highlights in it as well, cursing playfully at the movement. “I thought I was Yoda” he replied, to which you shrugged, “it’s whatever you prefer.”

“I think Shrek. He has Fiona” he replied, grabbing your hand and raising it, as you twirled under the bathroom lights cheerfully, holding him and being held in a waltzing stance as you finished. For a moment, you remained there, looking at each other’s ridiculous mess, how cozy it felt to be there, sharing breaths, memories and kisses.

After a while, Charles’ voice interrupted the silent moment, “is this supposed to burn?” he asked, suddenly concerned. “Shit, the time!” you remembered, realizing it had been longer than the amount suggested in the package instructions. “We should just take a bath” you both said, almost at the same time, laughing as he rushed to turn the shower on, not before leaving another kiss on the top of your head.

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shiggyscumrag · 1 year

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Puff Puff Pass

[Getting high with Brett and then fucking the shit out of him!! CONTENT WARNINGS: oral (male receiving), vaginal sex, cursing, praise, drug use: weed]

Let’s just say he had a pretty fucking stressful day at cognito and just wanted to get home to you. The gang asked if he wanted to go for drinks, and he almost gives in when you step in.

“Actually Brett and I were planning on spending the night together at home.” You speak up wrapping your body around his arm. Looking down at you, looking back at them, then back at you again not knowing what to do. Brett is a yes man and can’t say no to anyone, especially not the people he loves most in the world! The love of his life v.s. His work family! Before anyone can speak up you squeeze his arm and say “Have fun guys!” Brett slowly starts being pulled away after you start walking towards the exit. He speaks up as the office door is closing on him.

“Can’t say no the wife gang, I’ll drink with you guys later!” He gives a wave and the door barely misses his nose almost pinching it shut. He then turns to you “I didn’t know we had plans to stay in tonight?” He felt bad for not remembering you saying anything about a date night.

“Well you looked stressed this past week and haven’t been getting the best sleep so I thought you could use a night in.” You say squeezing his arm slightly. He loved the sentiment truly, he was also relieved he didn’t forget a date night. He would’ve felt terrible. You don’t deserve a man who doesn’t remember a simple date night. You could do so much better-

“I got some weed so that you could really relax. I was thinking we could just smoke, cuddle and watch a movie. Sound good to you?” You spoke interrupting his thoughts. You were always good at stopping his over thinking, even if you didn’t know it.

“That sounds really nice actually.” He smiles getting into the car. Once you’re back at your shared apartment you decide it would probably be good to get some food. When Brett goes to start making food you stop him.

“Hey hey mister, this is a lazy night so you’re not cooking and I’m not either. I thought we could order in dinner and some snacks since we’re gonna be soaring in the clouds here soon.” You chuckle, hands still placed on his chest from trying to stop him from entering the kitchen.

“I guess that would be pretty nice. We have been cooking a lot lately so we could afford to splurge. Ah what am I saying let’s do it!” He screams as he launches his arms in the air. It looks like he’s doing a victory pose.

“Perfect, I’ll order and it will be a surprise because I know you love surprises.” You say pulling out your phone ready to order.

“I do love surprises. What movie do you wanna watch while we wait?” He asks moving to grab the roommate off the mantle.

“Whatever you would like babe. I just want to spend time with you, plus I’ll probably be to busy starring at your handsome face.” You smile “And you know rolling the joint but mostly your handsome face.” You add shrugging your shoulders. He gives you a chuckle and a kiss on the cheek once he’s settled on the couch. While you sit there doing your thing he scrolls through Netflix trying to find the perfect thing to watch. Scrolling and scrolling and scrolling till her finds it, the perfect movie of all time… Shrek 2! You snicker at his choice and continue to pack the joint full, slowly and meticulously rolling it into the perfect shape. You grab the lighter and watch as the end ignites, taking a deep draw you let the smoke fill your lungs before you exhale right into Brett’s face. That definitely pulled his attention from the movie.

“It’s all ready babe!” You say with a grin wide across your face. You look excited, eager for him to take a hit.

“Thanks!” You pass him the joint and he places it to his perfectly plump lips. You see his lips purse a bit while inhaling the smoke. He immediately starts coughing, face red and eyes teary. You grab the joint from his hands and quickly put it in the ash tray. You grab the bottle of water sitting on your end table and hand it to him telling him to take a sip. He follows your instructions immediately and practically inhales the whole bottle in one gulp. Your astonished at how he does it before he starts coughing again pulling back to reality. You pat his back slightly and rub it while he calms down, the coughs slowly dying out.

“Are you okay? Can you breathe alright? Do you need more water?” Questions are flying from your mouth panicking that you might have just killed your boyfriends perfect lungs.

“No no I’m alright, just burned a little.” He choked out through strained coughs. You watch as few tears fall down his puffed up cheeks. You kiss them as it’s the only way you can think it would make him feel better.

“We can stop, I think that’ll be best since it clearly hurt you.” You say beginning to put out the joint. He immediately grabs for your hands gripping your wrist.

“You don’t have too! I just won’t smoke, which is no big deal to me.” He says eyes wide with a slight look of hurt sprawled on his face.

“Brett it was meant to be for you, not me, so I don’t want to make you feel left out if I’m the only one smoking. That’s just not fair to you.” You explain turning to hold his hands.

“No please don’t stop just cause I can’t. This was for us to enjoy not just me. Plus, I like watching you smoke it’s really hot.” He protests, his cheeks growing red again at the confession.

“Okay.” Is all could squeak out and you pinched your thighs tighter together. A swirl of nervous and excited energy burn in your stomach. You pick the joint up out of the ash tray and once again put it between your lips. You take a quick drawl and then another longer turning to Brett and slowly letting it out to engulf his face. Once you’re done you see him lean forward while looking down and your lips and back up to your eyes. You meet him the rest of the way and press your lips against his. He pulls away after a second kiss and whispers

“Could you kiss me with the smoke in your mouth?” You can see the contact high starting to hit him, red haze in his lidded eyes. You scan his face determined to memorize every inch of it in its current dazed expression. You nod your head giving him a quick peck to his lips before beginning to take another hit. Holding it in you lean forward and capture his lips in a deep kiss. Pushing smoke into his mouth between the fight of your tongues. You feel his hands find their way to your hips, giving them a slight squeeze when he finds the perfect spot. You part your lips slightly out of breath and quickly set the joint down in the ashtray in desperate need to find his lips again. He pulls you on top of him now straddling his legs. Your hands reach up and find refuge in his Carmel locks. His hands are gripping deep into your hips when he pushes you down onto his hips beginning to grind yours to his. You pull away panting as you look down and let out a small moan. You can’t miss the way you hear him groan as you start grinding harder against his hard on. You pull away cupping his cheeks as you stare deeply into his brown eyes.

“I want to fuck the shit out of you.” A small grin on your face as the words leave your mouth, but Brett can’t miss the look of desperation in your eyes.

“I wouldn’t want anything more.” He says as he reaches to take your top off. He stares at your newly exposed skin, still warm from the hoodie you just wore. He starts at your left shoulder slowly kissing his way down your collarbones to your right shoulder. Then moving up to place a deep kiss on the pulse point on the side of your neck. A breathy moan slips from your lips as you grip his shoulders. He pulls and captures your lips and he goes to unclasp your bra. You pull down on his shirt, urging him to take it off. After pulling of your bra he reaches down and pulls of his shirt. You almost start drooling while staring down as his juicy pecs and toned abs. You start kissing and leaving hickies across his chest. Your hands make their way down to his sweatpants pulling down the waste band and feeling that he has no boxers on. You looked down eyes wide and mouth dropped. Maybe the high was kicking in because you feel sober people don’t get this shocked when they see their boyfriend not wearing underwear under his grey sweatpants. It’s kinda expected. None the less he notices your expression and let’s out a chuckle.

“Sweatpants just feel most comfy this way.” He leans forward starting to kiss you again while tugging at your pajama pants. You pull back standing up and pulling down your pants and underwear in one clean sweep. Stepping out of your pants you quickly fall to your knees and start pulling down his sweats. He lifts his lap allowing you to strip him of his pants as you begin to kiss his shaft. You leave a kiss with a small lick to his tip that makes a small hiss leave his lips. bars.

You lick a long strip up his shaft before beginning to hollow your cheeks and suck him off. You would like to say you had some patience but when it comes to sucking his cock you are anything but patient. You push yourself as far down on his cock as you could bobbing your head fast and sucking hard. You feel his hips buck as you suck particularly hard near his tip. You then see him shiver and let out a whimper as you pull his cock and start sucking a vein on the underside of his shaft. Going back to give his tip more attention you begin to bobbing your head up and down again. He couldn’t help himself and held your head down on his cock when you neared his base. A loud groan leaving his mouth as he bucks further into your mouth. You glance up at his face and see his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched shut. After a minute he pulled you off his cock and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. He lifts you off your knees from in front of him and pulls you into his lap again.

“I’m sorry babe I can’t wait any longer.” You respond with only a moan as you feel him drag his cock through your folds and slowly circle your wet hole. “You alright?” You can only nod and he takes it as encouraging and starts pushing in. You feel the drag of his vein against your walls, it makes you toes curl in pleasure. Your hands dig into his shoulders and you press your face into the side of his neck, a whimper escaping you as he bottoms out. “Oh fuck, you feel so good. So wet for me.” Brett knew just the right words to get you going. Before he could even say anything else you began to bounce on his lap. His hands find your hips fast and grasp tightly as a moan breaks from his throat. A shocked filled moan might I add. He guides you up and down his cock, staying a nice steady pace, hard and deep. You bounce and bounce till you feel your legs beginning to burn. You let out a whine and fall down onto his lap with tears burning in your eyes.

“Brett, my legs hurt. Please fuck me.” You hold onto the sides of his face looking deep in his eyes.

Kissing the underneath of your jaw he begins to thrust up into you. “I got you baby. You did so well. Such a pretty girl, my beautiful girl.” His thrusts are hitting deeper than before, you feel a pressure building in your stomach. It feels like a fire is burning your skin from the blush that has taken over your body. Brett’s praise mixed with the way his cock drives you crazy is making you go feral. You begin to suck hickies into his neck as you run your hands through his hair. Your beginning to over stimulate him causing sinfully loud moans to come out of him. Gripping onto your hips with a bruising strength he begins to babble out incoherent words.

“Baby- fuck holy shit. You feel- oh fuck- so fucking good. I’m gonna cum soon.” You pull away from his neck to look at his beautifully blissed out face and kiss him hard.

Pulling away you tell him “Cum inside me.” That sentence alone was enough to throw Brett right over the edge. With his hips stuttering you feel hot ropes of cum seeping into your walls as a loud moan comes out of him. You continue to grind into him to fuck him through his high. He then suddenly pulls you off of him and throws you down on the couch quickly getting between your thighs. Before you knew it his face was buried in your cunt eating you out like a man starved. His tongue went deep into your hole sucking his and your cum from your cunt as he then started to give your clit the attention it deserved. Circling your clit with his tongue he inserted his middle and ring finger into you hitting your g spot with every thrust he gave. Your head rolled back as the pleasure built up in your stomach, it felt like a million butterflies flying around your stomach. The heat on your chest begins to build as your hands dig and pull at Brett’s hair, the overstimulation taking over. One particularly hard thrusts of his fingers sent you hurling over the edge as you screamed out his name as you came all over his mouth and fingers. Shaking he rode you through your high and pulled out his fingers placing them in your mouth to lick them clean. You immediately complied and you could see his cock twitch when your tongue wrapped around his fingers. Once you were done and let his fingers go with a pop he gave you a deep passionate sloppy kiss. Spit and cum mixing in both of your mouths.

Pulling away he spoke up “This is a lot better than drinks.” You couldn’t help hit giggle and sit up giving him another kiss. Just as you pulled away you heard the doorbell ring. Your food must be here. “Talk about perfect timing.” Brett quickly stood up and put his sweatpants back on running to the door to grab the food. You hysterically laughed at his enthusiasm and simultaneously fell in love with him all over again.

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betasquads · 30 days

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MOVIE, Niko Omilana———————————

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"Based off of ceilings (Lizzy McAlpine)"

summary: A first date that turned out to be really successful with Niko, gets repeated with a different girl that wasn't you. Or maybe, you just didn't know what was real life and wasn't.

warning: CONTAINS SPOILERS —> maladaptive daydreaming, kissing

A/N: I hope the ending makes sense, if not, pls feel free to ask 🙏🏻

*A year ago from present time*

Laughter.

A feeling that makes all your worries wash away.

That was all that was heard as the both of you step out of the restaurant you had just been on for your first date. "It's raining." His smile is wide, your perfect smile reflecting his. That's what he would describe it as.

He intertwines your hand with his. "You ready?"

The moment he catches the small nod you had sent him, the both of you make a run to his car. Fits of laughter and giggles echoed on the street and stares from strangers was received, but who cared?

None of you did. This would be a memory that will forever be implanted in your brain. That was all that mattered.

He rushes to open your door and he makes a run to the drivers seat, the both of you sliding inside his car as quick as possible.

You sigh as you give a quick glance to your shoes, "My shoes are now full of water. Should've parked closer." You spoke as you tucked in your seatbelt.

"It wasn't on my agenda that it would rain on our special day." He says as he places the seatbelt in its place, a few skips of your own heartbeat when the word special leaves his lips.

Special day.

It made your lips twitch into a smile.

"A run to the car didn't do anything." You shake your head as you observe Niko's wet hair, plump lip, wet shirt on sight.

He nudges you, "You look way worse than I do. Don't come for me." His eyes are on you as he starts the engine.

You giggle as you shake your head, "Now that is not true!"

"Yeah it is. You look like Shrek's wife except your makeup is more damaged." He laughs deeply as he sees the way your face retorts into offense, your mouth slightly open.

You chuckle to yourself as you open your phone and go to the camera to check how you really looked, "I'm holding this one against you. Just wait and you'll see."

He shrugs like he was unbothered, which makes you roll your eyes despite the grin on your face never leaving.

But without you noticing, he almost curses at himself, scared that he had already said something wrong. He was observing from time to time how you always took a small look at yourself. How could you not see how perfect you already looked? You didn't need to fix anything.

"I don't wanna leave." You whisper to yourself so he couldn't hear, but the small glance he gave you as he parked outside your house proved that he did infact hear you.

After he safely parks the car, he responds with a, 'Me neither.' Which made you relieved.

A few minutes pass by with just pure silence, except you were comfortable in them. And so was he.

"Did I hurt you with what I said earlier?" Niko was the first to break the silence, your eyebrows furrowed.

A small confused smile appears, his heart warming at the sight.

"Hurt me with what?"

He looks down, ashamed. "You know." He shrugs. You squint your eyes, confused.

"The Shrek wife's joke. I'm sorry if it made you upset. I got too comfortable with you. I know it's our first date and i don't want to ruin this because I really like you. I like this." He signals to the both of you.

You smile at how much of a gentleman he was being. "Don't apologize, Niko. That's exactly what I wanted, for you to be comfortable with me. It's really attractive that you threw a joke at me. It's hard to find anyone like that." You fully turn around to him, even though you were supposed to say goodbye to him and get out of the car.

But instead, you wanted to stay for just a few minutes.

He does the same as well, turning fully around to face you.

You swore you could see his eyes dilate at the compliment you had just given him, his eyes softening. He raises his hands to tuck the soaked strand of hair that stood by your eyes behind your ears, "You look incredibly beautiful. From the start of it, till the very end." He whispers loud enough for you to hear.

You grin at his words, enveloped with the way his eyes took every part of your feature with love.

You didn't know what was coming, but the next second, you felt his warms lips on yours. You take a deep breath from the feeling that was overwhelming you with excitement and sick butterflies that developed in the bottom of your stomach.

You didn't know it, but he was feeling it aswell. His lips perfectly fit yours, like it was fate. The world just knew you were meant for each other.

One of his hands lay on the curve of your waist, the other lying on the nape of your neck. Both of your hands go up to his cheeks, smiling as you scratch his stubble.

"Tomorrow?" He rasps against your lips, sending vibrations against you as he spoke.

"Mhm." You hum. Just as you wanted more of his luscious lips, you take the last taste from his lips that happens to be already swollen.

The night had to be put to an end at some point.

"Can't wait." He says with giddiness, a faint blush on his face.

Before you got up to leave, he gives you one more kiss. Except, it was a forehead kiss.

His face becomes a mess as it slowly goes red, looking at anything but your reaction. "Bye." He almost stammers.

He gets out the car to follow you, to make sure you got in there safely. The rain soaks your clothes once again as you go up the steps, your boots making rhythm with the harsh rain.

Once you stood right infront of your door you get out your keys, but you found your hand in the air frozen, not being able to do it.

You knew you were hesitant to unlock the door to your home. You were aware he was right behind you waiting until you go back to him. You just felt it.

How could you feel so addicted to someone after one night?

You turn around slowly, and there he stood with a small smile on his face, "What is it?" He asks, although deep inside you knew that he knew the exact reason on why you couldn't stay away.

"I can't leave." You admit, "Not yet." you felt as if what you were saying right now might be creeping him out, but he proves you wrong by pulling you by the waist with an aggression you never came across.

His lips touch yours with softness, enveloping you with an unfamiliar feeling that has you curious to unveil every part of it.

"So," He mumbles against your lips. "Pretty."

He smiles when he feels your smile triggering at the compliment. The both of you stood right infront of your door and the water soaking your clothes, but that didn't matter at all.

It all felt like pure love.

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*Present time, exactly a year ago.*

All of this movie replayed on your mind as the exact date of last year hits you all at once as you looked outside the window from your home.

But it wasn't just a movie all playing in your mind, was it?

It used to be real life.

How could it coincidentally just be raining at the exact same day, oh wait. And Niko being in the exact same car and being right outside your house, parked at the exact same spot.

Except in the car, it was with some other girl. Not you.

Was the world trying to do this to you? To taunt you and torture you because it didn't work out with him?

But now, Niko was in his car with a girl. Well, she wasn't just any girl in the passenger seat... She almost looked like you.

but it wasn't you.

A sense of Deja Vu hits you as you remember this exact moment. You knew what was coming.

A kiss. A kiss in his car.

A kiss in your car. You thought to yourself.

You see that exact smile before the kiss, the smile you've grown to memorize. The moment his lips fall on hers, you look away, feeling the way your heartstrings tug on you with pain.

You're tempted to look back, but this time, the girl was gone, and he stood there in the rain looking at a door that was closing.

Your heart drops as you catch his eyesight for a second, you swore to yourself that he noticed you.

It was confirmed when he looked back, like he had to take a double take to actually know if it's you.

His eyes are wide, his hair wet from the heavy rain, his lips plump just like the night of your first ever date.

This time, the love he had for you was gone.

It felt like the Niko you had known, doesn't really exist to you anymore.

You couldn't look at him anymore, your fingertips shutting the blinds with force, a loud noise occurring.

You shoot up from your bed, you felt like your ears were ringing. You were breathing heavily as you try to differentiate between what's real life and what wasn't.

What the hell was that loud noise? You thought.

As realization hits and everything started making sense to you, you slowly lay back down. Your breathing getting more steadier.

All of this wasn't real.

Now you had remembered what had happened. You were laid out on your bed, staring at your ceiling as you daydreamed of a person who didn't really exist.

None of it was real.

Niko wasn't real and you were just making him up. Well, at least that's what you thought.

You being unaware, the exact person who you daydreamed of, is exactly doing the exact same thing to you.

The both of you unaware that when the time has come, the world will indeed connect you.

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thenewausten · 2 months

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Quackity Imagine: It's not too late. Part 2: "Can we start again?"

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/thenewausten/744114077422534656/quackity-imagine-its-not-too-late-part-1-you?source=share

Alex: can you unblock me on Instagram?

You: why?

Alex: because I want to follow you on it??? maybe stalk you a bit...

You: 🙄

Alex: are you better, by the way? I didn't want to send a message before so you could have your time

You: I was better but you texted me, now I'm miserable again

Alex: fuck you, Y/N

You: I unblocked you. I didn't know you were that famous, dude

Alex: already stalking me???? Jesus, Y/N...

You: my life was better when you weren't on it

Alex: stopppp 😭

You: so, what do you want?

Alex: I want to talk with you, are you free tonight???

You: uh... for you? never

Alex: I'm serious, Y/N

You: sorry, Mr. Serious. I'm single so, yes, I'm free. there's nothing to do on a Friday night when you don't have a partner

Alex: yeah... I know it 🥲

You: pick me up at 7pm

Alex: where???

You: uh... my house?

Alex: sure, princess

You: see ya, Shrek

Alex: OHH GUCK YOU!!!!!

You hated to admit Alex was making you smile and even laugh to your phone, but could you blame yourself? Your groom just broke up with you after admitting he was cheating on you with his co-worker. You deserved a little laughter in your life, c'mon.

At 7pm you hear Alex's car in front of your house. As soon as you get out, you see him leaning against the car with a flower in his hand."Hey." He says as you approach him, looking at the rose."Uh, I stole it from your garden. It's for you, tho." He gives it to you and you laugh."You're unbelievable, Alex." You accept the rose and smile a bit. "Let's go." He says and opens the door of his car for you. "Thanks."

"Where are you taking me, Alex?" You ask as he starts to drive."To a restaurant. It's one of my favourites."

"Cool." You say, looking to the rose on your hand."Are you better? Like, seriously." He asks, you can feel the worry on his words and it hurts you a little."Yes, I mean, I'm better. I had a long conversation with my best friend, mom and therapist, so..." You shrug and he giggles."He cheated on me, I'm glad he broke up." You finish and he nods."I'm happy for you, Y/N."

"Thanks. And you? Like, how are you?" You ask, he stays in silence for, like, a second or two."I'm fine, I guess."

"Really? Tell me more about you. Do you have a therapist?!"

"Uh, yes." He answers."He's nice. I don't know what to say about me, I mean, I'm a lawyer and have a Minecraft server, and..."

"How can you be a lawyer and a streamer at the same time?! I mean, do you have a lawyer personality or...?"

"Yes, I do." He laughs."I can't be an idiot on court." You laugh.

Alex stops his car in front of a fancy restaurant. Like, what the fuck?! You were happy you were with a nice dress, but it still didn't seem to be enough."You should tell me so I'd dress properly." You whisper as he opens the door of his car for you."Relax, you're great." He says with a smile on his face, you roll your eyes and smile a bit.

It's funny that your ex was treating you better than the man you were supposed to get married. You though with yourself. Alex guides you to the fancy restaurant and starts to talk with the hostess about the reservation of your guys table. The hostess starts to guide you to your table and Alex puts a hand on your back, his touch making you shiver a little.

"Thank you." He says to the hostess as she goes away, Alex helps you to sit and then sits in front of you."How long have you had the Coffee Shop and the Flower Shop?" He asks. "Two years. I went to Cambridge to study Business Administration and then I decided to risk something and open the Coffee Shop and the Flower Shop." You answer him, he smiles to you."That's nice. Can I visit it some day?" You laugh."Of course, I'm going to poison your coffee and give you flowers with bees."

"The flowers would be for you, so you'd be the one harmed, you know?" He says."Then I'm going to poison your coffee, I think it's enough." You smile as he laughs."You're so bad with me, Y/N."

"You deserve it." You whisper, seriously."I'm sorry." He says, suddenly."What?"

"I shouldn't have broken up with you. Not like that." He starts."I was stupid back then, but I was also scared and passing through a lot of shit, I didn't want to be a terrible boyfriend to you."

"You never were, Alex." You answer, feeling you'd cry at any time."You were so good to me, that's why it hurts to this day. I mean, I couldn't forgive you for leaving."

"I understand, I don't forgive me either." He whispers."But I also see that it was necessary because I didn't want to hurt you or traumatize you. Like, in any way."

"Are you already with someone else?" You hear a voice that, unfortunately, you know very well."Damn, Y/N." You look up and see your ex with a blonde woman. His co-worker.

"What are you doing here?" You ask him, confused and chocked to react to his question."I mean, what? You were the one cheating on me."

"Apparently you were cheating too, right?" He says, the anger in his voice makes you shiver a little."Hey, can you leave Y/N in peace, please? You don't have anything to do with her anymore." You hear Alex's voice."Yeah, who are you?" Your ex asks as Alex starts to get up. "I'm Alex. Now, leave."

"Ain't no 'fuckin way. Y/N, I want to talk with you. C'mon, get up." He says to you as you don't even move."Baby, is it necessary?" The blonde co-worker asks to him."Of course it's!"

"I don't want to talk with you, I want you to leave me alone with Alex." You say, indignant at the audacity of your ex, like, who does he think he's?!"Did you do that whole scene at the party when you were already with someone else?"

"Can you stop? You're making me feel ashamed." You say to him as you see some people are looking to your table."He's a friend."

"You don't have to explain anything to him, Y/N." Alex says as your ex starts to stare him."Dude, leave. She doesn't want to talk with you."

"You're her ex-boyfriend." You whisper a "shit" as you hear it. "Can you call security for us?" Alex asks to a waiter and sighs, frustrated."You're being inconvenient." You whisper to your ex, getting up."Why don't you have your dinner with your partner and leave me alone with mine?"

"She's right, baby." His co-worker says."I always knew that you never stopped loving him." He ignores his partner and says that."You're never happy with me."

"I was. But you were a terrible boyfriend sometimes." You say to him."You cheated on me, c'mon!"

"You're terrible in bed, that's the reason why I cheated on you." He says, as it was a plausible justification. Your cheeks burning red with embarrassment as you hear him say it loud and clear for some people around you to hear it."And you're boring, so..."

"What's wrong with you, dude?" Alex asks and pushes him away from you."Hey, can you take this man out of the restaurant? He's harassing my friend." He says as soon as the security approaches."That's not true, I was just talking with my ex." Your ex says as the security approaches him. "Please, follow me." The security grabs his arm to guide him to the exit of the restaurant.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Alex approaches you."Can we leave? I don't want to be here anymore." You whisper to him and he nods."Of course, love. Let's go." He guides you to the exit, you both find your ex and his co-worker discussing."Can I go there and punch him on the face?" Alex asks to you and you laugh."No, I don't want to talk to him." You say."You don't have to. Wait for me in the car." He gives you his keys and you grab his arm to stop him from going."Stop, 'Lex." He stops and turn around to look at your face."Can you say it again?" He asks with a smile on his lips."What? Stop?" He laughs."The nickname." You smile to him as he puts his hands on your waist."'Lex?" You repeat it and he nods with a smile on his face."You always called me that when we were dating."

"Yeah, I know." You whisper."Do you want me to take you to your house?" He asks."No, I want you to visit my Coffee Shop, do you want to?" You ask him and he nods."I thought it was closed right now." He says, confused."It's, but I can open it only for the two of us."

You explain to Alex where's your Coffee Shop and in less than ten minutes, he's admiring the place, chocked with the beauty of it."You decorated it, right? It's screaming Y/N." You laugh and nod."Yes, I did. Can I serve you the best Coffee that we have?" You ask him."Of course. Are you going to poison it?"

"Obviously. Take a sit, please." He sits on a chair and you move yourself to the kitchen. You prepare the coffee for the two of you and also put an apple pie to bake. Minutes later, you take it to him."Thank you." You smile to him and sit next to him."I can't believe you almost married that stupid man, Y/N."

"Yeah, I mean, I thought... He was the right guy, you know? For a long time I thought it. But he's not." You say and Alex nods."He made me feel so embarrassed."

"Don't worry, he's an asshole. You're not boring and much less terrible in bed." You laugh."Oh, shut up!"

"I'm serious." He says as he laughs."Fine, then. Drink the coffee." You point to his coffee and he drinks it."Wow." He whispers."It's really good." You smile."I'm going to give you all my money for the rest of my life, I guess."

"Thanks." He smiles to you."I know you probably don't want to date someone right now, but, uh... I never stopped loving you, I always searched for you in other people and I could never be satisfied. None of them were you and it killed me to know that I'd never stop loving you and probably would never see you again. When I saw in that party, I... I mean, was the best day of my life in the last five years. Nothing that I did in my career or even personal life made me as happy as seeing you again."

You think you've never started crying so quickly, feeling your heart ache at Alex's words. You also never thought you'd feel so much love for someone."I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you cry." He whispers, his hand touches your back, gently comforting you."I... I never stopped loving you either, Alex. I thought I could be happy with other people, that I'd be complete with them, but something was always missing. And I tried to forget you, but I could never do it."

Alex approaches you and pulls you into a hug, kissing your head."Can we start again? I mean, can I take you to dates, give you bouquet of flowers and visit you on your work? I want to call you when I'm stressed just to hear your voice and I want to take you to trips and I want to give you the love you deserve. I promise you, this time I won't let you go." He whispers and you pull away to face him."Of course, I want to. I just, I need some time alone, you know? But I don't want to stop seeing you, I want you to be part of my life again."

"I'll wait for you, Y/N. Eres el amor de mi vida." He whispers and holds your face."You're the love of my life too, Alex." You smile to him as he smiles to you."I missed you." You whisper and hug him again, he hugs your waist."I missed you too."

Note: I'll write part 3 to end the story <3

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

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featjunranghae · 9 months

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Idiots in Love - Han Jisung

Han Jisung X FemReader

summary: the title says it all.

No warning? Not proof read.

"You're so cute."

"huh?"

"I said you look like a fruit."

"What in the world Han Jisung." yn laughed slapping his arms as she sat beside him on the sofa.

Saturdays were meant for the boys. That's what Han firmly believes in. But when his crush/ girl best friend/ situation ship calls him on the phone for 'emergency' purposes (which somehow involves watching a movie) the boys are no longer the priority.

"You still haven't told me why you called."

"You're trying to change the topic-"

"I'll leave your ass alone if you try to bully me."

yn couldn't help but grin snuggling closer to him, hands wrapped around his biceps and head on his shoulder. "I just wanted to see your stupid face."

"Excuse me- Stupid? I'm gorgeous." Han scoffed pretending to push her off. "Changbin was right bros before hoes. I Shouldn't have come to your aid."

"You know I know that you love hanging out with me." Yn said picking up the tv remote. "You love hanging out with me. And so do i. So here Rewatching Shrek for the- I don't even know how many times."

Han didn't argue as he stared at her. Yn had been one of his oldest friends. They met back in middle school and stuck together since. They've watched each other grow through their lowest and highest points.

And after everything, Han couldn't deny that he wanted them to be more than just friends. Friends don't hold each other most nights while sleeping. Friends don't look at each other the way he looked at yn.

But the problem was. He couldn't confess. He tried so many times over the years to subtly let yn know. But she never took the hint. It was like she wanted him to spell it out for her.

"You're thinking." Yn interrupted his train of thoughts.

"I am."

"It's kinda unusual since Chan does most of the thinking for us all."

Han said nothing continuing to stare at her. His lips curved up at the corner slightly. "I know." He said.

yn paused the movie turning back to him "Seriously Sungie, are you okay?" She asked. "You look lost."

Jisung sighed shaking his head turning around. This was another one of those moments when he wanted to confess. He was here at yn's house. She was in his arms. If he got rejected, then this would be over. He would lose yn. That was the only thing that stopped him from ever saying anything.

His feelings were not worth it. It was not worth it. He'd rather never confess than lose yn.

His bandmates seem to disagree. Specially Hyunjin. "Dude. I'm telling you. I get the vibe that yn likes you too. Go for it."

But Hyunjin was a hopeless romantic. And listening to his advice would be a bad decision for him.

"Jisung." Yn called out again.

"Nothing... I'm just tired from practice."

"You looked fine 20 min-"

"yn. Really it's nothing."

"It's not nothing if its bothering you."

"last night I was bothered thinking about the gold fish I lost when I was five. How will you say that it's not nothing?."

yn knew Han like that back of her hand. He always had a tough time vocalising his feelings. He always considered his thoughts as pointless. "You can tell me later. It's okay." She put her head back on his shoulder.

"I can't."

"Why?" She asked looking up at her. "Does it involve me somehow?"

Han nodded, kissing the top of her head. "It involves me? Wait... Are you actually sad cause I called you today..." Yn pulled back. "I know you were hanging out with the boys but I was just-"

"And they say I'm the overthinker." Han laughed. "I don't hate you yn. It's nothing... I just came up with some lyrics."

"Stop lying."

"What makes you think so?"

"You get crazy when you come up with a song. You're scrambling around for a piece of paper and pen. You have a look in your face." Yn said with a small shrug and Jisung couldn't help but smile.

"Do I?" He asked with a small laugh. He never expected her to notice so many details. "Are you like obsessed with me or something?" He joked pulling her towards him.

"You're making it weird Han."

"How am I making it weird?" He laughed. "I always hug my friends and kiss my homies goodnight."

"I hate you." Yn laughed along. "But in all seriousness. Are you okay?"

"I... Maybe. There's just a lot of things on my mind." Han said with a small shrug. "I don't know..."

"You're confused?"

"Kinda like that. I don't know how to deal with something. Like there's something I want to do. But I'm sacred."

"Being scared is for the losers." Yn laughed. I'm not the best person for advice but. If you want to do something. You should go ahead and do it. You'll have my support no matter what."

"What if it's something very stupid?"

"You're always doing something stu- I'M KIDDING!" She exclaimed when he tried to tickle her.

"And what if I say I like you?"

"I like you too what's the big deal?"

"No. What if I like like you?" He asked again this time turning around to face her fully.

"Hannie-"

"I like you yn. A lot. It's so hard for me to pretend I don't."

"Then... I'd say I like you too."

"I'm not joking yn."

"Han Jisung." Yn smiled. "I like you... Since we were in highschool when you took me to prom. You were always special to me... I just never thought you'd.... You'd like me back..." He voice got quite at the end.

"What- YN! I literally always call you cute. I always spend time with you- Everyone in our friend group knew that I liked you!"

"BUT YOU SAID I LOOK LIKE A SQUID AND YOU'D RATHER DATE SQUIDWARD!"

"YFN THAT WAS A JOKE!"

"HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!"

Han couldn't help but smile. "We're idiots." He laughed shaking his head. "Do you wanna be my idiot though?"

Yn grinned before pretending to think.

"Ynnie."

"Yes. I'd like that."

"Damn it was that easy? I now have a girlfriend?"

"You're such a loser. But my loser."

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that-one-anxious-mango · 1 year

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lady in my life.

Summary: It’s official…your fave couple is are getting hitched’.

Contents: FLUFF TO DEATH. Clueless reader. Nervous Austin. Happy friends and family. Angst if you squint. Allusions to religion.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Black Reader

Warnings: I am not responsible for any stray tears or sobbing!

A/N: Hello beautiful humans! It’s me. First, I’m so sorry this took so long! I know I said last weekend but I wanted to make this perfect and rewrote it over and over until I finally stopped the madness. So two, I ask that everyone please be kind! I did my best and I know it’s not the greatest, but honey I put my soul in this lol. As always thanks for reading and sticking with me.

P.S Everyone feel free to comment and send more prompts, asks, and noodles! Much love! *hugs*

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" You're ridiculous." You grumbled out to the blonde haired man next to in the driver's seat who was laughing at your passionate outrage.

" Am not. " He shot back, " You're just too proud to admit that you might be wrong is all." He countered laughing at the scrunch in your eyebrows that you made as you glowered at him.

" Are too! I mean how could you say that! It's so..so s-o just..wrong! You're wrong, Butler." You concluded folding your arms across you chest in confidence.

" Nope I'm right. You can't beat the original, babe. It's a classic and that's my opinion. Deal with it." Austin cemented.

" Austin. Babe." You turned your head deadpanning him, " I can confidently say that me and about ninety-eight percent of the world will agree that Shrek 2 is absolutely better than Shrek 1. The end. So I don't care what you or any of the other pointy eared people of the world have to say about it because that's not a opinion, it's a fact. " You shrugged.

Smiling at how cute he thought you looked trying to be all serious Austin laughed, " Baby, is this what your going to do if we ever get married. Make fun of me to win a argument and look cute while doing it." He playfully squeezed your thigh with the hand resting on it.

You could feel your cheeks heat at the mention of the two of you married. It was something that you often pondered and had had some musings and conversations with Austin about. You already could see yourself being married but you wouldn’t lie. The thought seemed scary.

Would you really be enough for him forever?

All of a sudden feeling shy you turned your head toward the window to try and hide the gooey smile on your face that complimented the butterflies fluttering in your stomach that had made a permanent home there since you'd met your man almost two years ago.

Responding you say trying to sound light hearted, " Absolutely. Even though you may be handsome, smart, talented, kind, and equipped with certain mouth skills. I have to keep you from getting a big head one way or another. Besides this one wasn't much of a argument because like I said the clear answer is two. And even though you're wrong, you're still cute."

Austin couldn't help that he kept chuckling at you, " Whatever you say goes then I guess. Just as long as we can both agree that Lilo and Stitch is one of the best movies ever, I think we'll be fine." Austin patted your thigh.

" Well duh. I think you can tell from the fifty thousand times I’ve had us watch it that I whole heartedly agree.” You reminded him.

Nodding Austin glanced over at you with a smile on his face.

‘And I can’t wait to keep watching it with you over and over again for the rest of my life. He thought.

Eventually the two of you were exiting the car in a parking lot a block away from the Totem. Austin said there was construction being done in the surrounding area of the place so the usual parking lot and spaces were blocked.

Grabbing Austin's hand you sighed already feeling your feet begin to ache at the thought of walking the block in the new black converse shoes you'd just bought that weren't broken in yet. You were feeling cute today for some reason so when you thought of wearing them, you paired the shoes with some nice jeans and a cute blue low neck long sleeved top Austin suggested while you got ready. The two of you were stopping by The Totem for a second before heading over to a casual gathering Austin had been invited to. So you wanted to look your best.

Your hair was unusually silk pressed and flowing down your back since a couple days ago Alex had asked you to be her test dummy for a new heat protectant she wanted to try, and at the stipulation she clipped your ends you obliged.

Noticing a frown on your face he asked, “ What’s the matter? “ Shaking your hand to get your attention.

Looking up you shook your head quickly, “ Nothing.”

He raised he eyebrows while stopping you both, “ Y/N..” He asked.

You already knew that he wasn’t going to let it go you sighed, “ It’s nothing babe, honest. It’s just that I wish I would have worn better shoes. These are about to be a pain to walk in.” You huffed.

“ Well then don’t.” He stated simply back. “ Hop on.” He turned to move so you could jump on his back.

Giggling at how silly he looked you asked, “ Are you serious? “

He laughed back, “ About my baby being comfortable? Fuck yeah. Now c’mon.” He repeated.

Doing a quick look around you shrugged, “ Okay..then.” You agreed moving to grab at his shoulders.

" Alright, mama. On the count of three. One...two..THREE!" He coached.

Shrieking in glee you launched yourself onto his back where you secured your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He made sure that you were attached to him good before he continued walking with a giddy you on his back.

You used a hand to cup the side of his cheek as you pressed a multitude of kisses to the side of his face and neck. Equally as happy he moved his head to the side to return the favor to a giggling you over and over again.

And before you knew the two of you had reached the door of the ever beloved totem, but once you seen the sign through the window your gleeful expression dropped.

Closed.

Immediately Austin could feel you begin to wiggle on his back in discontent, " No! No! No! Awe. I really wanted that cookie! " You pouted. " I could have sworn you said they were open when you checked."

Pressing another kiss to your cheek Austin wrapped you tighter around him, " I know, Mama. I did too." He offered." Maybe they just closed for a second for a cleaning or something." He tried reasoning. Just as you were about to suggest that the two of you pick up a box of insomnia cookies and go home to lounge in your underwear, Austin spotted your favorite barista through the door.

" Look it's Cameron. Maybe she can come to the door and we can ask." Austin suggests.

Your eyes grew in introverted horror, " No! No! Austin don't! " You protested trying to shift your body to get him to turn around.

But it was too late he'd already began knocking. " Hey Cam! Cameron! "

" Aus...." You whined feeling yourself involuntarily cringe.

But still that didn't stop him from continuing to knock on the door and call out like a mad person until Cameron finally came to the door cracking it open.

" Hey guys what's up? " She greeted looking chipper than usual. Probably because with the shop closing so her shift was shorter today.

" Nothing much. Sorry to bother you guys. I know you look to be closed and I really hate to ask truthfully. But is there any chance by the grace of God that you may have some oatmeal chocolate cookies and dark chocolate latte mix in there on stand by...maybe." He inquired squinting his eyes.

You turned your head cringing because you couldn't imagine ever feeling this confident to do something like this, and not to mention you felt bad bothering these poor people.

Turning her head to look back toward the café Cameron looked back to the two of you nodding, " I'm sure we could find some for the best of our two customers. Plus we're just closed for a couple hours for some deep cleaning so no big. C'mon in quick before anyone else sees you guys and thinks were open."

She ushered you in with a chorus of ‘thank yous’ coming from Austin and yourself.

Once you were inside Austin gently set you down pressing a kiss to your forehead while you made a puzzled face at him.

Even though he was a lot more social than you in most aspects due to his job, Austin was still just as much of a introvert as you at heart. So you were surprised he had knocked on the door like that.

Shrugging it off you glanced around at possibly your most favorite place on earth.

It looked normal. None of the tables and chairs were put up, the bakery display was full, with treats and all the machines were still running. The only difference was that the store lights were slightly dimmed and that was really it.

They must have just closed.

Grabbing your hand Austin walked you two over to the register so he could begin placing your usual orders.

For you, a medium light ice mango passion fruit tea with a oatmeal cookie chip cookie. As for him he always got, a extra cold oat milk latte with dark chocolate syrup and a shot of expresso that was usually paired with a cherry turnover of all things. And on days like these where the two of you hadn't eaten but still wanted to make dinner at home you split a harvarti grilled cheese (your favorite).

While Cameron rang it all up he turned to you, " You know what would go great with these, babe? " He questioned bringing out his wallet.

You stared up to him, " Hmm? "

" A poem from the poem machine to read. You mind going to get one while I take care of the rest of this." He questioned with a shiny quarter appearing in his hands to you.

You smiled, " No I don't mind. But first, put this in the tip jar for me, please." You asked handing him the five dollar bill, " And second keep you're quarter, babe I got my own." You shook your cute little googly eyed change purse at him.

The Totem had a really cool thing where they had a gumball machine full of poems from artists discovered and undiscovered throughout many periods of time. When the two of you started frequenting the place more often after your first encounter it'd become fun to get them to read. Plus all the money from the machine gets donated to minority charities which is a plus.

" I know you do. But I want you to use mine, please." He countered.

You frowned, " But you alrea-" . A kiss pressed to your lips cut you off and instead willed you to comply because when he pulled away and looked you dead in the eye, and without a word you took the quarter in your hand and ventured off to come back with a gumball poem.

Once you were around out of sight, Cameron clamped a hand over her mouth to hold in the excited scream that wanted to escape as Austin blew out a big breath of air watching you disappear a bit a ways.

He could hear quiet giggles and muffled laughs coming from the storage room where some of yours and Austin's closest friends were crammed into as they waited for their signal to pop out and start up the potential engagement party or crying session in the cafe's seating.

This whole thing had been two months of planning in advance. From both you and him conveniently both having the same day completely off which wasn't the norm, to all of a sudden earlier in the week Alex and Phoebe wanting to go to the nail salon for some girl time and the hair thing, yesterday night at a dinner hang Beatrice had out of no-where started bawling crying looking at you.

And how The Totem wasn't actually closed for cleaning but rather booked out for the evening by Austin who'd instructed the close friends to get here a hour before the two of you and park sporadically in the area so you wouldn't get suspicious. The whole staff was in on it and had been in the kitchen working overtime to craft the menu Austin and the owner, Margo, had curated for later that consisted of all yours and his fave items from here. For the “casual gathering “ you were dressed for.

Earlier in your relationship during a random late night convo you’d lethargically told Austin your dream engagement scenario which included your future hubby to propose somewhere meaningful to the relationship with some kind of corny heartfelt action. You’d also joked that it’d be funny if there was like a surprise party after or something so you’d be able to skip the hassle of planning a engagement party.

And even though the two of you sleepily had this conversation a year and a half ago, Austin never forgot.

Waiting until the coast was clear Phoebe walked out with tears in her eyes as she was overcome with excitement and anticipation silently coming around the counter and handing Austin the small black box she'd been entrusted with yesterday on the sly when she came to stop by really quick. Austin didn’t wanna risk you finding it at all.

Riddled with he nerves shakily accepted it running his finger across the small black box.

Putting her hand over Austin's Phoebe whispered, " It's okay. Don't sweat it. You love her and she loves you. That's all that matters. Just remember to ease into and take your time." She encouraged. " And just keep loving my bestfriend." She advised.

Nodding Austin carefully wrapped her in a hug with a small chorus of thank yous tagged along.

When they pulled apart Phoebe motioned to the storage room door that was cracked as yours and Austin's friends stuck their heads out whisper yelling words of encouragement and thumbs up that stuck out from behind the heads. Including a Ashley who was bonding with her new-found friend Beatrice over a very hefty tissue they were both using.

Nervously laughing and rubbing the back of his neck Austin cast them one last wave of a thank you before the door closed and he moved over to bay-window table that had become you and Austin's staple spot. The food was already placed thanks to Cameron. Shooting her a thank you, clammy handed Austin rubbed them together blowing out air in nerves and anticipation while he waited for his future wife to come to the table.

Max, a staff member quietly made sure the camera hidden on a opposite table was rolling and the mic also hidden on your table was working well to feed to the speaker in the storage room so everyone could hear, then scampering back to the kitchen.

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When you made it to the poem machine you inserted the precious coin and turned the knob to produce the little plastic container. Although you did get distracted making your way back to the café by stopping to browse some books (which Austin had counted on), you'd picked up a new one by Kennedy Ryan titled Before I let go that you'd been hearing good things about.

Making your way back you found Austin at your table and took a seat.

Hearing your footsteps he quickly pulled himself together to put back on the confident and cool aura he'd been purposefully displaying today.

You can do this, just be cool.

Taking a seat you immediately thanked your man and then began to eat your delights. Austin grinned watching you moan in delight eating your goodies.

" Good? " He asked watching you wiggle and sway around happily while munching.

You nodded throwing a thumbs up.

" Good. Now, what'd you find, honey? " Austin takes a sip of his latte.

Waiting a second to finish you answered, " Oh..Um. It's that book I told that I wanted to find by that new author I recently discovered Kennedy Ryan. It's the on about the couple who's still in-love with each other after they divorced after being married for years with kids."

At the mention of the D word Austin couldn't help the choke on his coffee that happened as he set down his drink trying to catch his breath.

Immediately you reached across the table to pat his back in concern. Silently thanking you he motioned for you to sit back down much to your protest. He already felt nervous.

" I'm fine, baby. I'm alright just w-ent down the wrong pipe is all. " He reassured grabbing at your hand. Knowing you'd protest he spoke, "I'm okay really. Just while I catch my breath why don't you read the poem you got." He suggested biting the bullet as he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He knew he needed to ease into it, but he didn’t know if he’d be able to keep himself alive much longer.

He'd waited two years already.

That was enough.

Still not totally convinced he was okay you still popped the little sucker open and unfolded the strip of square piece of paper.

Taking one more look at him as he offered you a somber smile and nod to the paper.

You smiled not knowing that the small prints on the paper were about to change your life,

" So, it says.." You started:

" To the love of my life,

Our love will be ever thine, ever mine, ever ours for each passing minute, second, and hour until the days of our love bleed together.

Because if you'll be my wife, and take me a fool in love as your husband you shall be always be my greatest inspiration and joy in life.

This may be corny, I admit but to you my heart, mind, soul, and essence I commit for forever, always, and beyond.

Written to you will all I am.

Your hopeful future husband,

Austin."

You finished glancing over the words.

" Awe that's so sweet that someone would write that." You said out loud still not fully processing what'd you read.

With extremely observant eyes Austin continued to watch you transform like a caterpillar of cluelessness from a cocoon, to a butterfly in disbelief as you slowly went through the phases of realization.

At first you felt warmth in your heart.

But as the reality set in you felt your heart sped up a little.

O-oh SHIT!

Is this? Is he?

For longer than a minute you couldn't stop your eyes from rapidly re-reading the poem over and over again until your vision got a little blurry and you could feel the paper become wet and slick up your fingertip.

Even though your brain was still working overtime to compute what the fuck you had just read. It wasn't fully sinking in until his voice pulled you from your racing thought.

" Baby..."

Like his voice controlled the room you could see out your peripheral that the main lights had been turned down even lower so that beautifully strung string lights that decorated the place brightly at night, popped on. And the sound of Michael Jackson’s Lady in my Life began to play over the store speakers.

Slowly lifting your head while you felt the tears race each other down your face, you were met with Austin's face that was equally mixed with happiness, fear, and devotion wrapped all into one. He looked a bit flush and his cerulean eyes looked glossy with tears of his own. You watched him look to his own hand, training his view you let out a audible gasp.

And then you that's when you seen it, the small black box that he had in his hand.

He cleared his throat before starting, " Two years ago today right here in this very spot I fell in love with you and had half the mind to ask you to marry me then. And each day since I’ve found a new reason to keep falling. Your the first thing I think about when I wake up, and the last person I wanna see when I go to bed. I love you. I mean every part of you. I love your kind heart, budding intelligence, fierce loyalty, those curls and coils that grow our of your head toward the sun, those delicious thighs decorated with beautiful handcrafted marks and strokes from god's paint brush." You began blushing at this part.

" I want our children to inherit that smile that has the power to brighten any room you enter. I wanna look you in those gorgeous eyes that sparkle when you talk about your goals and dreams that I'll use every ounce of my power to support and help make happen. I'll keep forcing you to take cold medicine even if it means physically holding you like infant again. And I’ll watch Twilight, Lilo and Stitch, Greys Anatomy and whatever the hell else to keep you as happy as possible. " He recalled his interesting introduction to your aversion to flu medicine.

" Since knowing you there isn't anyone else I could imagine wanting to spend the rest of my life with. Sharing good times and bad, awkward and more awkward. " He continued making you smile. " You came into my life and made me grow as a human being and then from a little seedling our relationship has grown too through the love we have. And I want it to continue to grow...only now I hope it will grow with us as husband and wife." He declares.

“ Baby, you are the lady in my life and I want you and only you to be my lady. Forever.“ He continues.

Wordlessly you watched as he got up to kneel down in front of where you sat opening up the little black box to reveal a absolutely gorgeous ring you were almost too certain was too nice for your hand.

Looking to you he inhaled before asking staring you straight into your soul,

“ So..Y/N Y/M/N Y/N, will do this poor fool in love a mercy and please marry me? “ He finished.

Still stunned you were quiet feeling as if you were stuck.

You couldn’t believe this was happening.

This man who could have married probably any woman on the planet was asking YOU, of all people to marry him.

YOU!

You felt worry begin to creep in. Worry that you wouldn’t be enough for him, worry that he wouldn’t always feel the same, but mostly worry that you’d screw this up.

Growing up you’d never really had a example of a healthy or stable loving marriage. So how good would you be at something you had no idea about?

That worry wanted to push you to say no and bolt out the door to go into the nearest witness protection program.

But when you looked at this man. Really looked your man, who you’d spent every minute of two years loving, and wanted to love for the rest of your life.

All the worry melted.

Because he was it. He was the man who made even your deepest fears melt, and that was the kind of man you’d always hoped and prayed to marry.

You didn’t hide the gooey and down right bright smile that formulated on your face.

Not wanting to keep an obviously sweating Austin in suspense any longer, or unknowingly a whole backroom, kitchen staff, and others on edge who were clutching their pearls while holding on to each other. You spoke.

" Does this mean on the honeymoon we get to play accidentally in love in the background and have a montage like Shrek and Fiona ...or one like twilight." You goofed smiling through tears.

Blowing out air of relief as he was sure he was about to keel over he chuckled, " Woman what am I gonna go with you." He admired laughing at the power only you possessed to make him laugh while he was having heart palpitations.

Your smile widen, " Well, first your going to put that ring on my finger, and then lift out this chair and desperately make out with me, and then we're going to plan a honeymoon montage sequence to rival all honeymoon montage sequences, because the answer is yes. A million times yes I will marry you Austin Robert Butler." You answered before jumping up and down in your chair.

Not stopping the tears from rolling down his face he says, "So bossy, “ He joked laughed.

“ Well I warned you this would happen, didn’t I.”

“ You did. And whatever you say goes.” He grinned “ That’s the rule now.”

Grabbing your hand to slid on the stunning jewelry. You didn't get too long to gaze at on your finger because like you requested Austin stood to his feet pulling you up to hoist your legs around his waist as the two of you locked yourselves in a all breath taking, passion filled, white searing kiss that you wish could have lasted forever.

But of course it didn't because you both were interrupted by the sounds of multiple cheers and woops coming from somewhere.

Confused you pulled away watching in amazement as yours and Austin's friends pooled in from the storage room as well as some entering the store through the door.

You playfully pouted at him realizing now all the things he’d done. He’d actually taken you serious and listened.

God! You loved this man!

Placing a big fat kiss to his lips. You wiggled out his embrace before you were practically tackled by sobbing friends.

For the rest of the night the party was set up before your eyes and you got to celebrate mingling with yours and Austin’s friends who some congratulated the two of you, and others started planning future baby showers and anniversary dinners.

After things got a bit overwhelming, Austin had found you and recused you to a small quiet place between bookshelves so you could make out and slow dance the night away with your...fiancée.

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rassvetsky · 1 year

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Drunk bob gets the very obvious rosy glow and vehemently declares to everyone that he’s not drunk

you. you have awakened the need of dropkicking bob in me. so i decided to elaborate a tiny bit in my half-asleep state! absolute light of my life ilysm

You should've seen it.

Actually, you know what? There's no way this could be on you. Because everyone was well aware that Robert just can't hold his liquor, and you were pretty sure that those glasses of G&T didn't magically find its way into Bob's hands. Jake and Javy might take pride in their not-a-feeling-behind-these-eyes expressions but the shit-eating grin on their lips told you exactly what you needed to know.

But you couldn't blame them if you tried. While sober Bob, the pretty wallflower who only speaks when spoken to —or when someone disrespects a woman, he's cool like that— is fun enough to be around; drunk Bob is a whole other experience. Drunk Bob is a state of mind, if you think about it. There's only so much you can experience in this world, and witnessing drunk Bob is one of the experiences in which—

"Who?! WHO?!"

Drunk Bob is also pretty loud, yeah.

"You, dude. You. You're drunk as hell."

"What? That's such bullshit." he slurred, somehow a bit hyper, and if that wasn't a clear enough indicator of his mental state, the rosy glow on his cheeks definitely gave it all away. "The audacity! Accusing me of— wow. Just wow, Mickey. And I thought you and I were friends or somethin'."

"We are friends—"

"Only a true friend would be that truly honest!"

"Did you just quote Shrek? That makes no sense—"

But Robert ignored his protest, deciding instead to take a seat somewhere —which in this case happened to be right between you and Natasha, on the already not-so-spacious couch— with his arms folded across his chest and an absolutely adorable pout on his lips.

He looked so cute, you wanted to smack him across the face with a tray. Natasha didn't seem to like him all that much at that moment, though.

Out of instinct or whatever the hell that was, you reached out to squish his cheeks together with your hand while he was staring at a small crack on the wall— wondering if that should be a concern. Why would a wall crack by itself, anyway? He melted right against your palm nevertheless, a huff leaving his lips before he lowered himself a bit to be able to rest his head against your shoulder. "Aw, did Fanboy upset you, baby?"

"I'm not drunk."

"Yes you are," you chuckled, wrapping both of your arms around him this time when he shrugged and pouted a bit more. "Look at you. All rosy."

"You're rosy, shut up." he shook his head to both sides, half-heartedly trying to peel your arms off of him but pulling them close whenever he felt like you were going to actually pull away. "You're all really, really stupid. Just throwin' accusations around. And I'm even stupider because I love you all so much."

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moneymasnn · 2 years

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Can you write something Where y/n has a fear of plane and mason wants to take her on vacation

Hold my hand| Mason Mount

Notes: (2.6k words) I wrote this really randomly within the last couple of hours so it might be kinda shit but im trying to work my way thought old requests!! I also kinda have a fear of planes so I thought this was cute! Requests are open if anyone has any ideas for a mason fic. Enjoy xoxoxoxo

Blurb: One where you have a fear of planes, but with your boyfriend wanting to take you on holiday, he convinces to by promising he will hold your hand.

Warnings: Mild swearing, some small hints to smut, just mason being a dirty minded boy

“But it's Greece y/nnnnn.”

Mason, your boyfriend exhales a long breath, your laptop strapped to his hip as he backs you into a corner in the kitchen.

“Think about the sun and the sea and me.” His lips lift into a smirk but it doesn't take long for the smile to fade when he realizes you're having none on it.

“The planes like three hours long, so we can watch endgame the whole flight.” His eyebrows are raised but still no word from your lips.

“Think about all the cute insta worthy pictures i'll take of you.” This however, mason notices the small crease in your eyes.

“It's not that I don't want to mason, I really want to. I just can't get on that jumbo death thing.” Mason furrs his eyebrows at your silly little nickname, he was about to argue his point more until you wiggled out of his grip, ducking under his arm and making way to the fridge.

Mason sighs, placing the laptop on the kitchen counter as he walks behind you, peering over your shoulder to also inspect what was in the fridge.

But before you could change the conversation and ask him if he wanted to order take out, a shrek left your lips when he had placed his hands on your waist, turning you around to face him.

“I wanna take my girlfriend on holiday.”

You sympathize with him, you want to go on holiday too. But you know you won't be able to put one step on a plane. The fear started when you were little, you had always been deathly afraid. You didn't go on many holidays as a child so it's not like you had ever gotten used to getting on a plane everyone once and a while. When you were eighteen and supposed to go on your first girls holiday you couldn't do it, you stormed off the plane like an idiot, crying as you watched your friends take off on the runway.

That tragic incident was when you were eighteen, you were now twenty three. And you still haven't attempted it.

“What about sleeping tablets?”

“No.”

“Boat?”

“Hard pass.”

“What if I hold your hand?”

“Mas-.”

“I'll protect you. Nothing bad will happen I swear.”He cares, he really does care. “And if the plane crashes you won't even have time to hate me because you'll be dead.” He shrugs, way to ruin the moment mase.

“I want you to at least try.”

“I just can’t mason, you have no idea how much I want to go on holiday with you.”

“Then try. Try for me.” He pleads.

You throw your head back, tears starting to fill your eyes as mason immediately wraps his arm around your shoulder worried if he's pushed you too far.

“I'm sorry mase.” You gently try into his shoulder, your fists clinging to a handful of his jumper.

“It's okay, it's okay. I'm not mad that you're scared y/n, everyone has fears, but you could at least try.” He pulls away from your puffy eyes.

“I want to, mase. I'm just scared I'll embarrass myself in front of your family.”

Mason gently places a kiss to your forehead before pulling away.

“Let me book the tickets, come with us, and if you get on the plane and change your mind i'll walk straight off the plane with you y/n.”

“I don't know if i can-'' You hated disappointing him but i couldn't help it, the idea of sitting on a plane sent shivers up your spine.

“I know you can, I'll be with you every second of the way. And even if you get to the airport and realize you can't do it i wont be mad, i'll be proud that you tried.”

“Okay.” You mumble, with a small sniff.

“Okay?” He repeats, a small smile on his face as you watch his eyes light up.

“Okay, I'll come to Greece with you.” You say with a small smile.

Mason's arms immediately go to your waist as he lifts you into the air.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You giggle as he places you down back to the ground, his hands on your cheeks as he houses every inch of your face.

“Oh we're going to have the best time ever! I promise you won't regret this.”

He says in between kissing you before he finally places his lips on your, his hand slipping down your neck so he can pull you close.

“I love you.” He mumbles on your lips. “I need to call mum, she's going to be so happy!”

And with that he sprints down the hallway, his phone glued to his ear as he starts to call his mum.

You just stood in the same position he left you in, your eyes grazing to the still open laptop with the booking flights still pulled up. You really hoped you wouldn't end up backing out.

There's nothing like the sound of an alarm ringing at 4am. The suns coming up and the birds are chirping. The sort of calm sleepy morning that should make you want to crawl back under the covers. But not when you're going on holiday.

Such a bittersweet feeling, walking around in your joggers and a jumper, drinking cocktails at 7am. Time doesn't really apply in an airport.

“Morning baby.” Mason rolls over, firmly placing his body on yours as his hand comes down to squeeze your hips.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Not at all.

“Excited?”

“Totaly.” yeah that one didnt sound as convincing.

Mason laughs as he gently sucks the inside of your neck and then up to under your ear.

He pulls back to look at your face, he can't hide his smile as he brushes some hair out of your forehead.

“Just remember, you're not being held captive y/n. If you really feel like you can't do this just say-”

“I can do this.” You can't do this. Not one bit, but you're scared if he carries on telling you you can change your mind you might actually change it.

“Let's go to Greece baby!” Mason smirks, pulling you up by your arm dragging you to the shower.

After a quick shower you chuck on some black shorts and a crop top but place masons hoodie over to the top. It was cold in England in the morning but you wanted your outfit to be comfortable and flexible so when you landed in Greece you wouldn't be hot.

There was a shallow knock on the door, mason was still in the bathroom so you pulled it open to see his mother standing in the hallway.

“Morning y/n dear.”

“Morning.” You whisper back, although everyone else that had stayed over last night was probably already up and getting ready.

Mason's family stayed the night so we could all travel to the airport quicker in the morning, instead of them having to drive all the way from Portsmouth at three am.

“Was just wanting to see if you wanted tea? Or a coffee.” She smiles, she could sense the nerves coming off you from last night, she only wanted to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

“A glass of wine maybe?” You joke, she laughs with you before flashing one of her usually motherly smiles at you. “Could I have a tea please, I'm sure mason will have one too.”

“Is he up?” She peers her head over your shoulder as mason comes up behind you.

“I'm up mum.”

“Good we leave in half an hour darling. Oh y/n please make sure he's packed everything, he forgot his passport last year.” she tuts at him before laughing and dashing back down the stairs.

He smiles as you turn to face him, “You forgot your passport?”

“In my defense I left it on the kitchen counter, not like I forgot to pack it.” He shrugs, walking back into the bathroom.

You were about to close the door when you heard the quietest of pitter patters running to your door.

“Aunty y/n/n are you awake!” You smile as summer comes colliding with the door, pushing it open as wide as he can, running onto your arms.

“Morning sunny!” You coo at her.

“Morning!” She smiles at you, but her smile fades when she notices the french plait in your hair. “Can you do that to my hair?” She pouts at you.

“Of course go get the hair brush from uncle mase, he's in the bathroom.” You smile at her, putting her down as he runs into the bathroom, she immediately returns with the hairbrush and a hair band, sitting on the end of your bed quietly as you brush through her hair.

“Aunty y/n/n? Uncle massey said you don't like planes, whyyyy?” She asked you as she plays with the corner of the blanket under her legs.

“I just find them a bit scary, but don't worry you'll be fine.” You didn't want to make her scared either, since she was a child.

“I'm not scared. I'm a big girl.”

“Oh really?” You smile at her, tying the band around the end of her hair and putting in some hairspray for her so it holds in.

She smiles as she jumps on the bed then into your arms, “You can sit next to me aunty y/n/n if you get scared. I can hold your hand!” She smiles at you, but you didn't have time to answer her when she was running out of your room after being called by her dad.

“See, if summer can do it you can do it.” Mason smiles, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Shut up.” You giggle at him.

“I'm proud of you, thank you for trying.”

You inhale a deep breath, kissing the red patch on his nose before pulling away to grab your bag.

You went down stairs in the kitchen to drink the tea Debbie had made you before you all piled into the taxi ready to take you to the airport.

Mason noticed how unusually quiet you were in the car, but a silent grab of your fingers in his as he places a quick kiss to the back of your hand was surprising enough to calm your nerves for most of the car ride.

When you got there you placed your bags through security, you decided to take a walk in duty free, buying a book to hopefully keep you distracted on the journey.

“I hope you're not planning on reading a book instead of watching Endgame with me?” Mason smiled, his head placed on your shoulder as he peers over at the blurb of the book you were about to buy.

You buy the book holding it in one hand as your other hand is firmly grasped in masons. The family makes way to the small gate, all ready to board the jet.

You expected the nerves to kick in right about now, right when you show your passport and your boarding pass but nope. Just excitement, excitement to spend the next two weeks with your boyfriend and his family.

You notice masons gaze never leave you as you walk down the tunnel and outside to the steps on the unusually small plane.

You hated that it had to be a jet and not a plane.

“Do you want a window or the outside seat?” mason asks you.

“The outer one.” You didn't want to be by the window and be constantly reminded that you were flying through the sky.

You had made it on the plane and into the seat, that in itself was an achievement

Once everyone was seated and ready on the plane you faced the front, you hand gripping masons as he places a slight kiss to your temple.

“Ready?”

“Not really.”

“Want to get off?” He asks.

“Nope.”

Mason smiled at your answer, “Do I need to get summer to hold your hand?”

You smile up at him, “I like it when you hold it.” you smirk at him, mason takes the chance to peek over his shoulder, most of his family were in conversation so he turns back to you with a smirk before leaning into your ear.

“Want to know what I'm thinking about?”

“One hundred different escape plans to get off this plane?” You look up at him but he just smiles and bites his lip, only then do you realize his intention.

“More like a hundred different ways I can make you moan in the toilet.” His lips purse up in a smirk as he subtly lifts his hips to adjust the uncomfortableness of his hard on rubbing against his joggers.

“Behave.” You slap his chest, but you cant help but break out in laughter at his stupid little actions.

“Y/n.” He asks quietly. “Not to like worry you or anything, but the planes kinda getting ready for taking off.”

You peer over him out the window to notice the plane had been moving and now was firmly settled on the runway. You had been so busy talking to mason you didn't even feel the plane start to move.

The plane starts to move up the runway as you scrabble to hold masons hand again. He smiles down at you before placing another kiss to your head, leaning back in his seat.

“Are you okay aunty y/n/n?!” Summer shouts from a few rows behind you.

You hear mason giggle next to you as you turn to smile at the little girl, promising her you were okay.

As the plane starts to take off in the air, mason's hand never leaves yours, neither does his lips with an occasional kiss to your head, cheek and temple.

“Y/n. You need to let go, I need a wee.” Mason sympathetically says. Waving your sweaty and connected hands in the air, you hadn't let go of him for the last twenty minutes.

“Unless you wanna come with me?” His brow cocks up again as you release his hand.

“You're like a horny teenager.” You scowl at him.

“What can I say? You're just too gorgeous to resist.” He smiles, placing a kiss to your lips before he runs down the aisle as quick as he can to the toilet.

You take the time of masons diserparance to roll over into his seat, deciding to look out the window, the sun was coming up and the sunset looked beautiful. You pulled your phone out to take a picture before summer came running over, crawling onto your lap.

“Are you still scared?”

“Not one bit.” You smile at her, brushing back a few hairs that were too short and had fallen out of her plait.

“Did uncle massey hold your hand?” She questions.

“He did.” You smile at her before noticing mason's presence as he towers over you.

“Not fair you took my seat.” He pouts, before sitting down.

Summer runs back off to her nan and mason gently taps your shoulder, pulling you out of your gaze from the window.

“I got you something.” Her smile, throwing a packet of m&ms onto your lap. “Thank you so much for getting over your fear for me. I'm about to make this the best week of your life.”

You smile up at him, connecting your lips in what you intentions were, a quick kiss.

Mason pushes his face into yours, his hand connecting with your cheek as the other one finds its way up your jumper to caress the naked skin on your waist.

He pushes his luck by sliding his tongue along yours, you were about to back away when you were interrupted.

“There are children on board!” Lewis shouts at the both of you, causing mason to giggle into your mouth before pecking your soft lips again and pulling away.

“Mase? I love you more.”

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honeywitchers · 1 year

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Awful Plan, Great Result

A/N: This is from another one of my blogs that I decided to seperate my Witcher content from. I plan on deleting the original from that blog so if you have seen this before under a different name I promise I didn’t steal the story! This piece was inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting

Pairing: Geralt x Fem!Reader

Content and Warnings: Strong language, love sick Geralt, foggy brained Geralt just wanting to be loved, guy in an all green outfit thinking he can take on a witcher, violence because Geralt has had enough, soaking wet Geralt, love confessions, if you squint during the fight scene it might morph into Fiona fighting off the bandits in Shrek, wee bit of blood because bitches get stitches

Word Count: 2,934

Summary: Geralt of Rivia finds himself to be hopelessly in love with a soft spirited cottage dwelling woman. How does he confess his true feelings for her when he doesn’t even fully understand his own emotions? In quite possibly the strangest, yet most fitting way he could.

She was beauty. She was not just beautiful, she was the very definition of it. Even her breathing was filled with elegance. Her smooth skin mimicked the finest of silks that only royalty could ever imagine to afford. The way her hair complimented the tones within her face was almost unreal. Her features appeared cheerful almost always, no matter the situation, positivity leaking from each and every pore…..so why and how was it possible that a man like Geralt of Rivia could fall for her? He was the complete and utter opposite; rugged, rough skinned, quiet, constantly thinking of the dangers that fill the Continent, often dirty, and skilled in combat. Yet, despite all of this, she was the very sun in his sky, the stars to his moon, the flower to his soil, the…..you get the idea. The problem with this, however, was that she had not a single clue that he felt this way for her, completely oblivious to his undying love for her. All they seemed to be at this point were oblivious, emotionally constipated, and…….idiots. Complete idiots. Any onlooker could see that this was not a simply platonic relationship. Come on, the two were living together! And they had been for almost a year now! So anyways, here we are. The ever so odd tale of Geralt of Rivia and his……roommate.

The spotless wooden dining table Geralt had taken a seat at within Y/N’s cottage kitchen was almost buckling underneath his mass and the weight of his bulky armor. The dirt covering his arms and legs were surely destroying the cleanliness of it. He had just returned from a hunt that turned out to be a large group of villagers playing a trick just so they could get a chance at seeing the witcher in action. Geralt quickly realized this but not before he lost his footing and tripped over a partially buried root in the forest, rolling down a long and bumpy hill. Way to add insult to injury, universe.

Quietly grumbling curses under his breath, he did his best not to disturb the cheerful humming of Y/N, who was chopping up carrots for a stew she planned to make. Or more so attempting. The blade on the knife was terribly dull. Her cooking escapades had clearly taken a toll on the tool. It was all she had, so she had to make it work. Although, Geralt couldn’t help but find the sight amusing. Geralt’s eyes blinked rapidly and his posture straightened as if a light bulb had just gone off in his head. That’s it! He knows how he will profess his love! This is quite possibly the most romantic action a witcher could do! He suddenly stood from the table with determination, almost a little too fast, startling Y/N.

“Where are you going? You just got back.” Y/N questioned Geralt as he made his way to the door.

“I uh….need to go into town. I….forgot something.” He pathetically tried to come up with an excuse to hide his true intentions.

Before another word can leave Y/N’s mouth, Geralt was out the door and on his way to who knows where. She shrugged her shoulders and continued to shred—cut the vegetables on her cutting board.

Geralt loved and hated the fact that her cottage was practically in the middle of nowhere. It left them unbothered and with privacy but he still found himself annoyed that he had to trek through a grove and winding dirt paths just to get into town. He chuckled lightly as he came across a root hiding in the ground of his walking path.

“Hmm….not this time.”

Less than ten minutes later, Geralt began to approach a river. He was getting close.

“Thank the gods it’s not raining.” He said to himself.

The universe, being the absolute pain in Geralt’s ass, decided that sunshine and no rain was much too easy for the dear witcher. Why not throw a……minor? Yes, minor inconvenience his way, instead of allowing him to just walk his way into town and back smoothly. No, no, that would not do.

“Behold, witcher man! For I am Wulfgar, and I am here to take your coin!” A loud, high pitched male voice yelled out.

Geralt’s eyebrows furrowed and he turned around in the direction of the voice. What he sees is not what he was expecting. Standing ten feet before him stood a short statured man donning a green tunic and matching pants that were just a smidge too tight. A green pointed hat sat upon his bowl cut hair. A fashion expert, honestly.

Pointed towards Geralt was his embarrassingly small silver dagger. Confidence somehow oozed out of the mysterious bandit as he chose to lunge forward without strategy or thought. Because of the overwhelming bewilderment the witcher was experiencing, he jumped backwards just a hair too slow, resulting in the coin pouch at his hip being slashed open. Just as luck would have it, half of his coins were dumped into the river. Geralt grunted and unsheathed his sword, four times the size of the measly dagger Wulfgar wielded.

“Back off.” Geralt warned.

“Uh, uh….I…..I mean no harm, witcher. It’s….just a tough time, you know? So um…anyway…..please don’t um…..KILL ME!!!!!!!!” Wulfgar stammered and ran away.

“I uh….okay.” Geralt rolled his eyes and put his sword back into its holder. “Fuck!” He reached down to his coin pouch, coins were still slowly spilling out onto the ground. Like a beggar, he scoured the ground to pick up and salvage every last one.

Geralt considered turning back but brushed the thought off, knowing he couldn’t show up back at the cottage empty handed after he told Y/N he was going out. That wouldn’t make sense and it would only lead to more questions that he wasn’t currently prepared to answer. Instead, he began to think about how much of an idiot he was for believing this could work. Of course Y/N would never love him. He couldn’t even do this one self appointed task. Useless.

“Fuck.” Having a way with words, he cursed and treaded forward, feeling light raindrops begin to hit his skin and dampen his hair. What else could go wrong?

A short time later a now drenched Geralt waltzes into town square. The place is growing more and more quiet as he notices people rushing inside and merchants packing up the items at their stalls to avoid the increasing rain. Fearing that he missed his chance to come up with anything, he sprints towards the last remaining merchant.

“Wait!” He shouted.

The merchant looked up to him, eyes widening at his appearance. “Sorry, the rain is bringing all of us in for the day. Come back tomorrow.” The merchant went to turn away and continue packing without giving Geralt a second thought.

“Please, just….show me what you have.” Geralt pleaded with the man, hoping there is at least one item that even remotely resembled what he was looking for.

The merchant’s eyes narrowed and he stared in silence for a moment. “Witchers pay double.” He crossed his arms and stood firm.

Of course, because that’s exactly what he needed to hear after losing half of his wealth to the murky fast flowing waters of the river.

“Fine.” Geralt gritted his teeth, ready for the excursion to be over.

The merchant moved aside so Geralt could look at what his options were. His eyes examined the items laid out in front of him. There were four rolls of twine, a mysterious piece of cloth that appeared to have been white at some point during its existence, two cabbage heads that had been massacred by the wind and rain, rendering them inedible, and…..a knife! Just what he was looking for! A perfect kitchen knife to aid his one true love with her cooking! She shall never fret or strain her wrist again! He would wrap it in the softest of cloths and bend on one knee, hand stretched out, ready to release all of his pent up emotions and—

He realized it was in fact not a kitchen knife, but a dagger. A deep sigh escaped the witcher. It was a slightly rusted short dagger that was surely made for simple combat. A.k.a not something he originally planned on giving his soft ray of sunshine back at home to help her cook.

“How much coin for this?” Geralt held up the so-called weapon.

The merchant eyes his torn coin pouch. “Whatever you’ve got left.”

And so goes the last of his coin.

On his way back to Y/N’s cottage, Geralt is in a constant battle with his thoughts, telling himself over and over that he should not have gone out, how he wasn’t worthy of her love, how she could do so much better than him. How could he think it was a good idea to bring her a dagger that she didn’t need or even ask for? Especially one in a not so tip top shape condition.

Naturally, his one person conversation is interrupted by none other than…..Wulfgar.

“Now, witcher!” Wulfgar shouted. “I’ve got friends this time! And they have bigger swords than I! You will come to regret the last hour, mutant. You should have simply given me your coin!”

Three of the humans making up Wulfgar’s makeshift army came up behind Geralt in an attempted sneak attack and managed to snag the one sword he brought along with him, having left the other behind to be sharpened later on in the day. The witcher positioned himself into a defensive stance, looking at his surroundings. He counted six men in the group, all funnily enough sporting the same puke green outfits like they were part of some wannabe cult. The only thing left that he had besides his fists and signs to defend himself against the five swords and Wulfgar’s short stub was…..the dagger.

First, he fought off the three men who took his sword, one jumping on his back and immediately being thrown onto the ground, the second being knocked unconscious with a single punch. He took out the third using the Aard sign, knocking him against a tree. Two more men came running at him, swinging their swords haphazardly through the air, praying that one of them would draw blood from the witcher. The men however were very much unaware of their….lacking skills and were disarmed easily and knocked out.

Geralt then turned to Wulfgar, the last man standing. He was practically shaking in his boots, having just watched all of his friends fail miserably at taking down the witcher. After a moment, he bends down and picks up two of the swords left on the ground. He lunged forward again and this time nicked Geralt’s face, also slicing off a thin piece of leather covering his shoulder for extra protection. He looked to the side at his ruined shoulder piece and looked back at Wulfgar. He stepped forward slowly with an intimidating aura bouncing off of him. Wulfgar was stopped dead in his tracks in disbelief that he just made contact with the witcher. With one swift motion, Geralt swipes the sword out of the bandit’s hand, causing him to lose his balance and fall onto the ground.

“Uh….uh….uh Mr. Witcher, please.” Wulfgar started to stammer.

“You will stay away. Or I will kill you where you stand.” Geralt warned, bearing his teeth.

Wulfgar was left in shock, eyes wide and not blinking as he watched Geralt start to walk away. Somewhere in his tiny little brain, the idea of trying one last time to win overtook rational thought. He pulled out a small throwing knife that had been hidden in his pant leg, aimed, and threw it at Geralt. Just as how the rest of the day had gone for him, the knife sticks in his shoulder directly in the spot where his leather had been cut away. All Wulfgar hears is a short grunt from him and before he knows it, Geralt grabbed the dagger he purchased and sunk it into his thigh.

“FUCK YOU, WITCHER!!! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!! YOU AND YOUR…..YOUR STUPID HAIR WILL REGRET THIS!!!” Wulfgar screamed and was attempting to army crawl away. “AND….AND YOU KNOW WHAT?!? YOUR MOTHER IS A WHORE!!!”

Geralt rolled his eyes at the empty insult attempts and once again continued his journey back to Y/N’s cottage, bloody dagger in hand. Oh man, he fucked up.

Once outside her cottage, he stopped and took a deep breath. What the hell just happened? He started off his day sitting at her kitchen table waiting for dinner and then boom, he’s wielding a dagger he bought for her and used it to stab someone after he beat up six people. Ah, yes, the unpredictable life of a witcher.

Finally, he opened the door to Y/N’s cottage.

“Geralt! Where have you been? I thought you were just going to market? Did you take shelter from the rain? And did you–” Y/N cut off her own string of questions. “Is that a cut on your face?” She stopped cooking the food she was still attempting to make and ran over to him.

“Oh….yeah….” Geralt responded, still standing in front of the door.

“What happened?!?” She reached up to touch his face but his head jerked away on instinct, causing her to pull her hand back. “Geralt….where did you go?”

“I….went to town square.”

“Yes, but…..Geralt. Your face is cut, you have no supplies from any stall, your coin pouch is gone,” Y/N pointed to his hip where the pouch once was. “and….your pocket is….bleeding.”

“Oh…..yeah…..that’s probably from…..this.” Geralt said quietly, slowly pulling out the dagger he bought for her.

At this point, Y/N has no idea what to say to him. He said he was going to market, then came back with nothing but a bloody dagger and blood on his skin? What happened to his coin??? A hundred questions ran through her mind as she stood there in silence, eyes locked onto the dagger in his hands.

“I….got it for your cooking.” Geralt broke the silence.

“My….cooking?” She repeated.

“Yes. Earlier you looked like you were having….issues cutting the food for your stew and I was just watching you struggle sitting there thinking about what I could do to fix it and how I could make you have an easier time and—”

“Geralt.”

“What?”

“What are you talking about?” Y/N asked, still dumbfounded.

Geralt stayed silent for a minute, trying to rake over his options. Should he tell her not to worry about it and walk away for the night? Should he brush it off as just trying to help with her cooking? No. That wouldn’t explain why he had no coin and was decorated with blood. He started to ponder whether he was ready to risk it all or not…….it was time.

“Y/N…..please accept this gift as a token of my love…..” His eyes darted off to the side. “For….uh….you.”

As if the situation couldn’t get anymore confusing or awkward, Geralt reached out to hand her the dagger laid out on both of his palms. She wrapped her hands in her sleeve and took it out of his hands. A moment of uncomfortable silence passed as the two stared at each other.

“Geralt, this is a dagger.” Y/N said firmly. “And it….it has blood on it.”

Geralt stood there speechless, fully taking in that he just confessed to someone with a bloody dagger that neither of them needed or wanted.

“Listen, I tried to get you something you could use every day and help you but this fool of a man made me lose half my coin and then it started raining so the merchants started to leave and I saw that and figured it was close enough to a kitchen knife so I bought it but then on my way back I ran into the same dumbass but he brought friends this time and—”

In the middle of his rambling, Y/N had set the dagger on a nearby surface. She then cut off his borderline incoherent thoughts by grabbing his face and pushing her lips onto his, creating an intense first kiss between them. She eventually pulled away to examine the face of the confused as heck Geralt. That….was the last thing he expected to actually happen. Did….did his dumbass plan work?

“You’ve felt for me all this time?” Y/N asked, hands still cupping Geralt’s face.

“Mhm.”

A huge grin spread across her face. “You fought off a gang of men, almost got killed, trudged through the cold rain, lost all your coin, and came home covered in blood…..just to get me something that might help me a few times a day?”

Geralt ran a hand through his hair and laughed at himself, listening to Y/N sum up all of his day’s fuckery. She was correct. He did all of that just to bring home the wrong thing.

“I guess….I just love you.”

“You guess?” Y/N prodded.

Geralt’s face softened. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Geralt. Now, kiss me again.”

“My pleasure.” The witcher smiled and kissed her once again.

It was a terrible, stupid, horrible, foolish plan………and it worked.

#the witcher #witcher #geralt of rivia #geralt x y/n #geralt x reader #geralt imagine #geralt fic #witcher imagine #witcher fic

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geekcat · 1 year

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@murshmallauw Wrote some fluff for your zadr shrek AU! Very fluffy fluff, sometime between movies 1 and 2...and Dib learning some things about his new form.

A low rumbling sound came from Dib’s chest and throat. Startled, he flinched back, placing a hand over his mouth.

Zim blinked, antennae twitching towards him. “S-Sorry!” Dib said, his own antennae flattening on top of his head. “I just...”

Zim flopped more of his weight onto him, and that rumbling sound came from his chest again. Zim smirked smugly up at him. “That’s all it takes to get you to start purring?” he said. “You’re too easy, Dib-husband. As soft as putty.”

“...purring?” Dib said, placing a hand on his chest. Suddenly, the rumbling made sense. And it was...nice, when it wasn’t surprising him. “That’s an Irken thing?”

“I suppose so, if humans don’t do it.” Zim shrugged, snuggling into him. “You’re acting like you haven’t ever purred before.”

Dib bit his lip and looked away, antennae pressed even more tightly against the top of his head. It took a few seconds before Zim reacted...and his antennae wilted, his face falling.

Not long after that, though, he sat up straight, wrapping his arms around Dib and placing his chin on top of his husband’s head. “You’ll get used to it,” he said, breath gently ghosting over Dib’s antennae, making him shiver. “And with practice, you’ll get a little control over it.”

He smirked and began to pet Dib’s antennae. “Trust me...you’ll need the practice, or Zim is going to keep making sure you melt.”

Dib’s purring grew louder, and he closed his eyes, letting himself melt into Zim. He knew that Zim was wearing a smug grin, and would probably tease him about this later, but for now...this was too nice to not give into.

#zadr shrek au #zadr #invader zim #zim #dib

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stainedcherub · 3 days

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where: bonfire at the cove who: @juvinile

“I’m just saying, Jughead went through more,” Bradley stated, taking a casual drag from her cigarette. Even in the waning light, she could see her company’s nostrils flaring. “What the fuck, Bradley? My grandpa was a fucking marine. He fought for this country.” Bradley shrugged and ashed. “Yeah? And Jughead wore a silly little hat.” It was around the time he’d shoved a scolding finger in her face that Xavier must’ve appeared in her periphery though it didn’t register as she grabbed it and wrenched hard against the joint, elastic pulled so taut it was a wonder something didn’t snap; his lips pruned like a raisin with the might of his wince, though she only let go when he panted something close to “please”. “Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought. What’d you think this is, Shrek? Christ. Pointing your meaty fucking finger at me,” she scoffed, unflinching as he cradled his hand. “I’ll bite it off next time and I’ll go for that mollusc of a cock second. Salted fucking slug.” It was at this point that Bradley noticed Xavier, catching eyes as she glanced off elsewhere, only a short stop away as he lit up his own cigarette. Nevertheless, her face didn’t register. She only left her cigarette cindering between chipped nailed fingers, eyes cold as an ice cube slipped down the front of your shirt in July. Her company seemed to notice the way her focus wandered, despite his grunting, still nursing his injury as he cocked his head to follow. Something in his face shifted, apparently pleased to have acquired backup. “You get a load of this shit, man? Says Jughead Jones is braver than the US marines. It’s a fucking disgrace, is what it is."

#bradley milligan | xavier hughes #bradley | interactions #ok so this isnt exactly short bt. the npc cameo padded it out more........ looks away #n yes its recycled. i jst found it n we never wrote it out so. slaps it onto dash with a wicked smirk.

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meebschmeeb · 4 days

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Claude stans is he a we’ll gain our rights by fitting in or standing out kinda guy? Watching a video about queer history where progress has been made by standing up and fighting back (stonewall) over how they peacefully protested before (still learning about this but its by not making a fuss but still showing that were human too) and it makes me think about how Claude plans on making his dreams come true. I understand him as a character as a from the shadows no proof it was him kinda guy. We don’t really get to see his plan of action and I feel like I don’t know where to begin to characterize him on this because of that. Would he be more passive or active, would he change per route, would he change only if he felt like there was no other option and when would he feel that way?

How do you think his relationship with Byleth vs Shez affects this. Would Byleth influence him to be active, in the face of adversity he can do anything with Byleth’s help or because if Byleth can he can too? Would Shez give him ideas of how to appeal to commoners or would Shez just kinda shrug (need to read all of Shez’s supports.) And how do the changes per route of his allies the Golden Deer affect him as well.

For this fic I’m planning I’ve got alot of supports to read. Gonna replay all of Three Houses and Three Hopes for sure and take notes. There will probably be more questions to come.

(Ps. Mistyped Shez as Shrez and now I need Shrek Shez photoshop.)

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #few3h #claude von riegan #fe3h claude #questions

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johnwgrey · 1 year

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hello hello and happy wip day.

I'm not actively working on anything lately but I've had a shit day and I really, really wanted to share something today so here I am.

I still struggle with words but I'm still determined to finish my CORB fic, a twist of fates, so I'm giving this stream of consciousness kind of writing a try, which allows me to, at least, put some ideas down and get the story going.

Here's something I wrote a while ago but haven't shared yet.

On Christmas day, Fiona barges into Baz's room and sits on his bed while he's still sleeping.

She wakes him up roughly and throws a small package at him. "Merry Christmas, boyo."

Baz sits up in bed and takes the present but doesn't open it. Fiona doesn't give him time before she asks "how is it going with the chosen one?" Baz shrugs. It's going. It's going really well, actually, by Fiona's standard. [...]

"Can I open my present?" (he asks) Fiona presses her lips together and nods. "Sure."

Inside the small box is a thin piece of blue fabric. Baz takes it off the box. It's a scarf. "It was your mother's," Fiona explains. "Your father gave it to me after she died but I think you should have it. To remember her by." She raises an eyebrow. "Make her proud, boyo." Baz looks down at the scarf between his hands and nods.

When Fiona leaves, he presses it to his face. It doesn't smell like his mother anymore.

This is all one big paragraph in my draft but I spaced it out a bit for you guys.

Thank you for the tags @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @whogaveyoupermission @artsyunderstudy @ileadacharmedlife @hushed-chorus @aroace-genderfluid-sheep

I'm not sure who has posted already but no pressure tags and hellos 👋 : @bookish-bogwitch @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @fatalfangirl @messofthejess @palimpsessed @cutestkilla @tea-brigade @moodandmist @onepintobean @raenestee @urban-sith @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @shrek-gogurt @thewholelemon @confused-bi-queer @ivelovedhimthroughworse @sailorblossoms @bazzybelle and anyone who wants to play!

#wip wednesday #my writing

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cursed-elo-images · 8 months

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Chapter 4: The Merry Band

Content Warning: No violence, but there is fencing in this fanfic so if anyone is uncomfortable with swords, it’s best not to read this chapter. Also, the antagonists of this chapter do hold problematic beliefs and have a penchant for kidnapping. They don’t do anything, it’s just mentioned, so once again, if anyone is uncomfortable with that, it’s best to skip this chapter.

Hugh woke up about three hours later, and stretched. He felt refreshed, yet also surprised he successfully slept while piloting. He didn't mind though, considering he was well rested.

He looked up at Mik who was sitting across him keeping to himself and reading a newspaper. He assumed he was reading something about horse races as usual so he just ignored him, being incurious.

He got on his knees and twisted around and looked over at Melvyn's seat so he could properly look down there and to his surprise, Melvyn wasn't in his seat.

Where in the world did that fool go? he thought to himself, very weirded out and a little concerned about his missing friend.

Meanwhile, Melvyn was at the end of a plane behind a seat. He was gazing at a loaf of bread at the last seat on the right, and he crouched down at the left so it was in front of him.

Wow, that looks... beautiful! Melvyn thought to himself, taking it all in. He honestly was a little hungry again.

So Hugh decided to scan the plane, and unsurprised he saw a young, thin white man all the way down wearing a white t-shirt with navy blue stripes on it with feathery auburn hair.

Oh, of course, he thought disgruntled.

And so the younger cellist walked all the way down to meet the older one, and just stood there staring at him.

Melvyn, hearing his footsteps, felt someone staring at him and he looked up and jumped.

"Hugh!! UM— I-it's n-not what it looks like! I swear!" Melvyn cried, flustered, scared and embarrassed. Hugh crossed his arms and looked at him, confused and a bit creeped out.

"W-what? Why say that?" He asked.

Melvyn inhaled.

"Oh!! Well you see, when you were asleep, I decided to go for a walk to stretch my legs and to digest my meal, and I did that back and forth for hours. And then I got a little hungry again since I burned so much energy. And then... it... appeared... this.... gorgeous loaf of bread... I love it so... so much..." Melvyn replied, getting closer to the loaf and picking it up.

Just then, a voice boomed.

"WHAT ARE YE DOING IN MAH SWAMP???" it cried angrily.

Melvyn and Hugh, both startled, turned to face a large, tall, chartreuse ogre.

"W-wha...?" Hugh muttered, confused.

"SHREK???" Melvyn shrieked, terrified.

"Yes, it is I, Shrek! Now get out of the plane before I—"

"Guys! What are you doing???" Mik asked. The other three turned around to see the short violinist standing in front of them.

"Um... well... we... uh— I don't know..." Hugh said, not registering all the events that just happened,

"Ogres... exist?" Mik asked, a bit disturbed.

Offended, Shrek picked him up which made him yelp.

" 'Ogres exist?' Are you serious??? Of course we exist!!! If you keep at it I'll show you all I've got!" Shrek cried and flung him back down.

"I-I'm sorry..." Mik muttered shakily.

"So... Shrek... what do you mean this is your swamp...? It's... a plane. And we found it first!" Melvyn growled, stomping his foot, scared as he attempted to intimidate the ogre.

Shrek turned to face the average height cellist with a disgusted look on his face.

"I don't know, pal! I was just walking around and I was tired and I just decided to sit down... and I'm quite the territorial ogre! So if you don't hurry on out I'll... I'll—

"How did you even get into this plane while it was in the sky?" Hugh asked him, glaring at him, his facial expression making his cheekbones look even sharper than before. Shrek felt a little disturbed by such sharp features of this man, but as he was taller and bigger, he just shrugged him off.

"Eh, don't question it," Shrek said, looking away ashamed. He did not want to show anyone his mysterious abilities of appearing anywhere.

Suddenly, he heard chewing and turned to see Melvyn gorging on the loaf of bread.

Shrek shrieked loudly.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? THATS MY LOVE INTEREST!!!" Shriek cried, devastated. Mik and Hugh faced Shrek jaw-dropped.

"What?" Hugh asked, confused.

"Your love interest is a loaf of bread?" Mik asked, deadpan. Shrek grumbled.

"Uggghhh... you see..."

Shrek sighed.

"I've... been having some relationship issues with Fiona... and... I just couldn't deal with her anymore... our marriage just didn't work and... I had to leave her... and it broke her heart..." Shrek explained, looking down.

"Oh... I'm sorry about that..." Hugh said awkwardly, suddenly feeling pity for him, despite finding it weird how protective he is over that... loaf of bread.

Melvyn sighed.

"I feel so much better..." he declared, and the entire loaf of bread was gone. Hugh sighed.

"Oh Melvyn, you being quiet was nice for a while... and now the bread is gone..." Hugh complained. Melvyn glared at him.

"Hey hey—I was just joking," Hugh said, nervously, putting his hands up as he was a bit intimidated by the shorter cellist.

"Do any of you even care about me? You don't care about the fact that I made up for my relationship problems by having a hobby of having loaves of bread around, no? Maybe I was wrong in leaving dear Fiona..." Shrek griped, disappointed, feeling invalidated.

Embarrassed, Hugh said "To be honest... we really don't care—"

Suddenly he was cut off by a short white man, who was much shorter than Mik.

"Did someone say... Fiona?" The man said, he had long brown hair and wore a scarlet outfit that looked... pretty royal.

"OH NO!!! LORD FARQUAAD???" Shrek cried, shocked to see his archenemy.

"Yes, Shrek... it is I, the lord Faarquad himself! Now tell me—where is your precious ex wife...?" the king asked coldly, his icy blue eyes piercing into the ogre's soul.

"I am not having you take her!! I may not be married to her anymore, but I am not allowing anyone to be kidnapped by a creep like you!" Shrek hollered, walking up to the king, trying to intimidate him.

"Oh really? Well you'd have to get through me! I will not stop at being single! I will get a wife—even if that means resorting through force! I deserve all the things I want!!! Because I'm the king... so I do not care about the feelings of others... including her... because they're nothing to me!!!" Farquaad cried, with an evil smirk on his face. He drew out a black sword with a long, thin platinum gray blade on it and Shrek backed up a bit.

"And so... I challenge you all to a duel... of FENCING..." the king seethed evilly.

The string trio looked on, disturbed.

"My my... he's scary. Should we help Shrek in fencing him? I feel bad... because if we don't help him, his ex wife might be in danger with that... king defeating him and running around freely!" Melvyn said, his voice wavering.

"You said it Melvyn. To be honest; I have no idea what just happened. But, if mythical creatures exist, we should help them! Why would I want someone's land to be in peril because of a corrupted authority figure!?" Hugh asked rhetorically.

"Exactly. Come on guys, let's do it!" Mik cried. Hugh twirled around and his purple and pink suit appeared on him and his pearly white cello appeared in his left hand, with the endpin growing long and into a golden sword. Melvyn and Mik jumped in unison, Melvyn's striped t shirt, jeans, and sneakers transforming into his black jacket, black dress pants, and black dress shoes, with his flaming red cello appearing in his right hand, the endpiece doing the same as Hugh's cello except the sword was rose gold. Mik's black long sleeved shirt, brown leather shoes, and blue jeans turned into his shining green jumpsuit, black dress shoes, and dress pants. His rich blue violin's endpiece turned into a long silver sword.

Farquaad's jaw dropped.

"Oh, did those orchestra hippies team up with you? Pathetic. Their peace, love and glamour cannot fool me. Violins and cellos can't hurt me, they're just instrume—"

Melvyn bonked Farquaad in the head with his cello, trying to get him to stop talking.

"Ow!! Hey—" Faarquad cried in pain. Melvyn was glaring, his arms tending up and the veins popping on the underside of his arms.

"Melvyn..." Hugh muttered breathily, staring at him, shocked at what he did.

"We don't care if some people aren't our fans. But... we do care when someone insults our image..." Melvyn seethed in a low tone of voice.

"I- uh... take that!!" Farquaad cried, regaining his composure and failing his sword at Melvyn, trying to advertise his fencing match. Melvyn leaped into the air and hit his blade with his own blade, trying to get the king to fence with him.

"Melvyn, are you okay?" Hugh asked, concerned, "I don't think you should do this, you'll tire out and he'll take advantage of that."

Hugh walked up to the two and decided to duel with Farquaad. Farquaad was quick, and Hugh found himself rolling on the ground a lot and got out of breath.

"Out of the way Hugh—I got this!!!" Melvyn shrieked, pushing him again. Hugh, being persistent, was still going at it with Farquaad. The two gained up on him and dueled him together. He threw his sword up to which they crossed the blades of their swords and tried blocking him.

Shrek and Mik were looking on, not really knowing what else to do.

"Ehh... should we go help them, violin-guy?" Shrek asked, not knowing Mik's name.

"Errrm... not now... they seem to be pretty good at this," he responded casually.

"Well, if they ever feel like they can't do it anymore, they've got you," Shrek said, and then he pulled out a huge green sword with a thick copper blade on it, and turned to face Mik again, "and me."

"Ooo~" Mik said as he stared at the sword with dazzling eyes.

"Yes, I was happy to have this created by a blacksmith! You'll never know when that fool plans on coming back and terrorizing your land!" Shrek replied, chuckling. They continued to watch the three fight until a man with many other men behind him swoop down out of nowhere, landing in the plane.

Suddenly the three stopped and looked at the horde of men.

"Wha-" Hugh blurted.

"Bonjour, mon amie!" The man in the front shouted. He was a tall white man with a brunette bob cut, with a mustache and beard the same hair color in olive green and brown clothes. The men he was with appeared very similar to him but with some slight variations in hair color and other physical features. He had a green hat with a red feather sticking out of it.

"Oh, it's him again... 'Farquaad 2.0'," Shrek grumbled.

"'Farquaad 2.0!?'" Mik asked, very confused.

"That's not his actual name... it's just what I like to call him because," Shrek began to whisper in fear of the green-clad man potentially hearing him, "he has a penchant for... kidnapping."

Mik was visibly disturbed but tried to hide it so no one knew what he heard.

"Oh," Mik whispered back, "So he wants your ex-wife too."

"Yes," said Shrek, still whispering, "he is not a good person."

"Excuse me, who are you?" Asked Hugh, weirded out by his arrival.

"Oh me!? You want to know who I am!?" Asked the strange man. Then, he started to sing a song, and his henchmen began to play accordions.

"Ta, da, da, da, da, da, whoo~

I steal from the rich and give to the needy

He takes a wee percentage, but I'm not greedy

I rescue pretty damsels, man, I'm good

What a guy, ha-ha, Monsieur Hood..."

"Monsieur Hood..? Wait a minute..." Hugh said, eyeing him up and down, "green clothing... green hat... green feather... steals from the rich... gives to the poor... rescues damsels... you're Robin Hood!!! Right?"

"Ahaha... yes, sir, you're right! I do prefer the term 'Monsieur Hood' as it sounds fancier aaand many people seem to think I'm a fictional character and not real which is why I tend to not use the more common alias," he replied, matter-of-factly.

"But... I thought you were British like us. Are you French?" Melvyn asked.

"Ah... that's where you're partially wrong! While it is true that I have lived in Great Britain, specifically England for many years—I am indeed a Frenchman," Hood responded.

"Huh, I guess we read the stories wrong. Because we, the Electric Light Orchestra, have a song about you!" Melvyn cheered gleefully, happy to meet someone new. Hood's jasper brown eyes lit up in delight.

"Ahhh... you did? You and the other two stringists are in a band?" he asked, curiously.

"Yes!!! And we can sing it for you!!" Melvyn replied, referring his sword back into a normal cello.

"Well, I'd like to hear it!!!" Hood cried in joy. Hugh flamboyantly moved to the left side of the plane and Melvyn cheerfully moved to the right, with Mik begrudgingly moving to the center as he secretly loathed Hood, but didn't want him to know for fear of getting into danger.

And they played the song Poorboy (The Greenwood).

The music was incredible, their singing voices and the sounds of the strings filling Hood's and his merry men's ears with splendor.

"Roooollin' on...

I've been roooollin' on...

And my heeaaaad is hiiiigh...

From the baaaattle won...

Laaay down... Myyyy life...

Foooooor...

Greeeeenwooooood!"

This lasted for about three minutes, and then the string trio stopped and sighed, relieved to have finished the song.

Hood and his merry men clapped.

"Wow," Hood said happily, "you're quite the merry band!"

"We are! We truly are! And we are absolutely happy to have met you!" Melvyn squealed, jumping in the air while having his cello on the ground.

Hood, really loving how the instruments sound and look, began to... covet said instruments.

Hood thought the instruments were beautiful—and he thought that if he could learn how to play the cello and violin, as well as his merry men, surely they could be great musicians and wield such opulent music, right?

And so he had a plan.

Walking up to them with a wily smile and his eyes half lidded, he reached for Melvyn's cello.

"Wow... this is a beautiful piece of art... it's such a nice cherry red color... and it sounds so nice too..." he said sneakily.

"Mine? Thanks!" Melvyn replied naïvely, giggling. A couple merry men the grabbed the other two stringists' instruments and snatched them, and Hood snatched Melvyn's instrument as well.

"HEY!!! What was that for!?" Hugh yelled aggressively. He was startled and angry that they would do such a thing.

"Oh... you know how I steal...? Yet also give the stolen stuff away to other people...?" Well, I thought your music was so good, I'd think it would be better if I and my merry men had it to play in my village, as we need this kind of stuff!" Hood replied snarkily.

"What? No! That's not how it works!!!" Melvyn cried, upset. Hood shot a glare at him.

"Quiet, it's not good for you to run your mouth so much..." he spat, slightly irritated. Melvyn, not having his cello, just stood there, tense with his face red. Hood and his men ran off, searching for an exit on the plane.

Farquaad was watching the whole time, knowing Hood and his henchmen would do something to stop them, as they were against Shrek, and tried to stop him that one time. So, he decided to team up with them and followed along.

"Hey!!! Wait for me!!! I need you too!!!" He yelled, jogging away.

Melvyn sighed.

"Oh well... we lost our precious instruments... but at least that scoundrel is gone," he said dejectedly.

"Both of those scoundrels," said Mik.

"All of those scoundrels..." Shrek added.

Hugh called them out on their cowardly behavior.

"Hey! We can't just let them take our stuff like that! What if they cause harm along the way? And kidnap the princess? And perhaps even more people? Don't you all realize the implications of turning away from them!?" Hugh asked, appalled that they would give up so easily.

"Mmm... I just can't do it anymore, Hugh... I just can't... all my energy is used up... and I'm not happy..." Melvyn mumbled and slumped over, looking at the floor and not saying anything, just blinking and his clear mascara'd lashes fluttered.

However, a small, high pitched British accented voice appeared, singing a melody repetitively and with such precision.

"Berries and cream... berries and cream... I'm a little lad who loves berries and creeeeaaaammm..." the voice said.

"Hey guys, do you hear that sound?" Hugh asked.

"What?" Said Shrek.

"Huh?" Mik muttered. They and Melvyn turned around to see a very small man, who looked similar to Monsieur Hood and Farquaad but was wearing no hat and wore very frilly white and viridian clothes. His eyes were also a minty cyan color. He was almost minuscule.

"Hello there guys! It's me, the little lad!" He cheerfully said.

"You-" Hugh started.

"Hm...?" Little Lad responded, smiling with his eyes wide.

"I don't mean to offend you but... why are you..."

"Yes?"

"...tiny...?" Came the question.

Little Lad laughed it off.

"Ohohoho you see, I have a parent who decided to create a wig and clothes, and somehow the wig and clothes became sentient and I formed! They agreed to let a woman adopt me and she became my mummy... and I miss her dearly..." Little Lad responded, and then looked down sadly.

"Yes, but why are you so small?" Hugh asked, still confused.

"Hahaha oh... well, my parent—they only had a bit of fabric and synthetic hair, so they had to make them small! That's why I'm no larger than a bumblebee~" he responded, and then he twirled around melodramatically.

"What happened to your mother?" Melvyn asked, his groomed eyebrows scrunched in concern.

"Mummy? Oh... she adopted me when I was only six years old... and I've lived with her for 21 years... but tragically her life was cut short because of an illness... and since then... I've lived on my own..." Little Lad responded, sad. The others became sad as well.

"Oh... I'm very sorry—that must have been absolutely devastating..." Melvyn responded, distraught.

"Yes... yes it was—but enough about me! I heard you lovely men were in trouble?" Little Lad replied, curiously.

"We are! Lord Farquaad challenged us to a duel of fencing and then Monsieur Hood and his merry men came and stole these musicians' cellos! If we don't stop them they'll defeat us and they'll cause trouble! My ex wife will be in danger!" Shrek cried in fear.

"Oh! I see. So they're all those kidnapping-antagonistic-misogynistic-ruffians that cause problems for problems' sake, yes?" Little Lad asked, tapping his foot on the ground.

"Ehhh... yeah, I suppose you could put it that way..." Shrek responded, nodding his head. He was a little blown away by the high verbosity of Little Lad's vocabulary.

"Well, my dear fellows! We must not let them get away with their conniving schemes! But I have to know—what exactly do you want me to do???" Little Lad asked, looking all around.

"Well... uh... you could start by bringing us our instruments back...?" Melvyn said nervously.

"Oh, why yes of course. I'd rather get the easy stuff out of the way first because I'm not one to get into fights honestly. But I love helping people! So if you could tell me where they are that would be grea-"

"Oh our instruments? Oh they're at the front of the plane where all the others are~" Melvyn replied rapidly, cutting him off as he wanted all of this to be over with.

"Right on it!" Little Lad exclaimed, saluting at Melvyn.

And so Little Lad marched to the front of the plane. He snuck around the others' feet trying to find where the instruments are. He spotted them tired up in a rope, as it would be easier for Farquaad, Monsieur Hood, and the merry men to carry. And so with his might he hopped up on Hugh's cello and grabbed where the rope was wrapped and pulled down on it, tilting the instrument so that they landed on their sides.

It created a loud CLANG on the floor of the plane.

The men jolted up.

"What was that?" asked Monsieur Hood, standing up straight with wide eyes and dilated pupils.

"I think it was just the wind," Farquaad said, trying to take a nap.

Now scared that he accidentally caused the men to notice, Little Lad ran and pulled the instruments to the other side. It took him an awfully long time, but he eventually got there.

"Oh... thank you Little Lad!" Melvyn cried in happiness and moved the instruments to the side next to him.

"You're welcome!" Little Lad replied, satisfied.

"Oh Laddy... what happened to you?" Shrek asked, looking at him in shock.

"What do you mean? Oh—" Little Lad said. Pulling the instruments that were pretty huge compared to him made his muscles very toned, and he was very buff.

"YOUR BICEPS ARE BIGGER THAN BEV—" Melvyn was cut off by Hugh moving his hand on his lips.

"Could you shush please? I don't want them to hear you..." Hugh replied, embarrassed to the point his entire face and ears were glowing red.

"Oh sorry, I was so shocked that I didn't notice they were still here—anyways— your biceps are bigger than Bev's hehehee..." Melvyn said, giggling.

"I- the who?" Little Lad asked, not registering what he said. Hugh sighed and facepalmed himself.

"Our drummer. He's known for... being buff... man this conversation is ridiculous..." Hugh said.

"But we're just trying to have fun! In the midst of all of this—"

"Give them back... NOW!!!" a voice bellowed.

They turned to see Hood and Farquaad standing next to each other with the merry men behind them, looking pretty peeved.

"IN YOUR DREAMS YOU CHAUVINISTS!!!" Melvyn cried aggressively and leaped in the air and began to wrestle with Hood and Farquaad.

"Melvyn... NOOO!!!" Hugh cried, not wanting them to overpower him. He joined in and wrestled with them as well to balance it out.

"Oh no! Violin-guy, now's our chance to help them! They will overpower those two musicians because there’s a how-whatever-many-merry-men-plus-Farquaad-and-Hood to only two of those string musicians!” Shrek cried.

"But what about me???" Little Lad asked, devasted.

"Laddy, I am very sorry, but you cannot join us because you'll get hurt due to your size!" Shrek cried.

Dejected, yet understanding, Little Lad slowly walked to a random side on the plane and sat down, staring at the ground, waiting for everything to end so he could arrive home and make some mixed berry macarons.

Shrek, cheerfully, and Mik, reluctantly, began to wrestle with them too.

The fight lasted for hours. It was pitch black by now, as all the fencing, conversing, and meeting one another took place just a few hours after lunch, and the sun went down during the events as well.

Hugh, having enough of this, scrambled out of the pile of wild, angry men and sprinted to the cockpit.

"HUGH WHERE ARE YOU GOING??? I NEED YOU!!!" Melvyn growled loudly. He flung himself against Hugh, trying to grab the frazzled younger cellist to pull him out, but that was unsuccessful.

Melvyn accidentally pressed a button in front of the cockpit with the side of his body. But it wasn't any old button.

It was a secret button. And they were not ready for what was to happen next...

Note: Please do read the author’s notes at the beginning and the end of chapter 4 on the Wattpad edition of this fanfiction.

#hugh mcdowell #electric light orchestra #melvyn gale #mik kaminski #pilot hugh & co.#crackfic #fanfiction

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