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sophiasharp · 9 months

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Man I don’t think we talk enough about the fact that in the wildly accepted fanon, the ghouls were like. Creatures pulled out of a primitive society full of bloodshed and danger. These guys were just chilling in hell, fighting for their lives every day like you do, and now they’re on Earth, expected to figure out Earth manners and technology and how the fuck anything works. I’ve been thinking about it, though. Let me walk you through my thoughts

THE GHOULS TRANSITIONING TO LIFE ON EARTH

Aether

- Bull in a China shop

- Big man has gotten very good at controlling his strength over the years. That control was NOT there at first.

- Bumped into fucking everything too. Dude’s used to being in the wide open abyss the quintessence ghouls occupy. Suddenly having to learn special awareness was. A hurdle of his.

- He broke a lot of tables. And chairs. And plates. Mugs. One Sibling’s arm. He got there eventually but Omega had to walk him through how fragile everything on Earth is compared to their ghoulish strength.

- Part of his habit of jumping up and down also comes from how different Earth is to his home environment. You mean you can go up and then you’ll come down again? Automatically? What a concept! Gravity is so much fun!

- Still gets some sense of novelty out of electric lighting. Being able to just. Make the dark go away? Whenever? Amazing.

- He keeps a night light on in his room. The last person to make fun of him for it mysteriously ended up with 3rd degree burns.

Dewdrop:

- Skittish little fucker

- Kinda like that one video of those weird crabs reacting to the diver

- Dew, poking at a toaster: Friend? Friend? Friend? Big noise! Scared! Scared! Scared! Scared! … Friend? Friend?

- Fucking LOVED blankets and coats and jackets and robes and honestly just anything that will keep him warm. He was used to the cold, sure, but if he had a choice between that and being cuddled under 5 different comforters, possibly with another ghoul for extra body heat? It wasn’t even a competition.

- Still had to often be reminded to wear clothes. “We’re in a hellish commune, does anyone really care about one ghoul being naked?” “It’s not so much the nakedness as much as the being out and about without your uniform.”

- Warm food blew his Fucking mind. Coming from the frigid arctic, whatever warmth you’d get from your food’s internal temperature was short lived. Microwaves? Ovens? Tea Kettles? Marvelous. Truly a gift from the Dark One

- Got REALLY into cooking. Dude is a wizard in the kitchen. Watched so many kitchen shows once he figured out how TV’s worked and started replicating the really fancy meals they were creating on screen with whatever he could find around the Abbey and what the kitchen staff were willing to give him. Now, whenever there’s a big occasion, he’s the one asked to oversee the food.

Mountain:

- weirdly calm and placid about everything despite not knowing how literally anything worked.

- Just casually curious about everything. Was always asking questions. Not in an annoying way, but just politely inquisitive.

- There was like a 50/50 chance he was actually listening to you at any given point in time. I mean, there are so many new sights, sounds, smells to experience! Can’t expect him to be 100% there when there’s still so much new splendor all around!

- If ever he was confronted with something new but no one was around to explain what it was, he would instead try to just. Figure it out on his own using his best judgement.

- This is how he once ended up straight up eating someone’s phone. This was very early on, mind you, but it was so smooth and shiny! And the precious metals inside were so tasty! He knows better now, of course. But there are some days where he’s tempted to give his ministry-issued smartphone a nibble…

- Figured out his love of gardening pretty damn fast considering that’s what he was originally summoned for. However, aside from tending to Primo’s garden, he found himself still going out to tend to the plants even in his free time. It’s calming to him, reminds him of home. When things get overwhelming, the plants are there to let him channel his worry into something producing.

- His first personal plant was a small pot of rosemary. He kept it in the window of his room and took *such* good care of it. It’s still there to this day, nestled among the other plants he’s accumulated of the years.

Swiss

- he is so excited about everything!!!!

- He has to be touching all the new things all the time! What does it do? How is it made?? Can he eat it??? A lot of things that were small enough went straight into his mouth. Copia needed to keep a spray bottle on him at all times to make sure he didn’t hurt himself.

- Of course, when he was around the other ghouls, he played it cool. Have to make a good impression on his new (and hopefully permanent) packmates after all. He reeeaaaally didn’t want get sent back to the pit so getting in good with the rest of the band was TOP priority!

- In fact that need to be liked was bordering on unhealthy and sort of sabotaged himself a bit. Acting all suave and cocksure when the entire rest of the band was on high alert does that.

- Most of the ghouls regarded him with a hefty amount of distrust at first- being the first summon of the new boss came with a LOT of baggage -but Cumulus saw straight through him. He was just a silly little guy! She became his first real friend amongst the pack.

- The two became menaces together, exploring the abbey and messing with shit they probably shouldn’t have. Primo’s garden was a favorite of theirs, much to Mountain’s chagrin.

- Was just SOOOO fascinated by this new body he’s been put in. Unlike most the other ghouls, he didn’t have a physical body he inhabited back in hell, only being given one when he was summoned to the surface. Flesh! If feels funny! What does this thing down here do-

Cumulus:

- was honestly kinda scared at first, what with the whole mood of the pack being out of wack.

- Apparently their new boss might have killed someone? That’s the guy that summoned them? Uh oh!

- Stayed glued to Cirrus in the beginning. Being summoned together meant having a strong built-in bond with each other, always having access to what the other is feeling. Being together offered a much-needed sense of comfort to Cumulus. Getting to spend time with a really pretty girl wasn’t bad either.

- Swiss was the one to bring her out of her shell, imbuing her with confidence through his own fake bravado. They came to rely on each other in that sense. When Cumulus was scared to do the things she wanted, Swiss would convince her of her capability. When Swiss was anxious and felt like a fraud, Cumulus would remind him of his sincerity.

- Was very curious about how her magic worked on the surface versus how it did in the pit. Back home, she was used to having to beat against the constant winds of the first layer of hell. Now that she’s on Earth, her powers are much more powerful than she ever expected them to be!

- LOVED textiles. She surrounded herself in all things soft and fluffy. Her bedroom (and most nights Cirrus’s as well) is just so Fucking cozy. Blankets and pillows everywhere. Her stuffed animal collection is unmatched. Will cry if even one of them ends up on the floor.

- Dew was the one to help her start her collection. To this day they are each other’s #1 cuddle buddies.

Cirrus:

- Stone cold badass front to hide how nervous she was.

- VERY protective of Cumulus in the beginning. She could feel how scared she was and felt the need to step up and protect the both of them from any threat this new environment may have… even if the perceived threat is a bit stupid.

- She once kicked in the washing machine cause it made a sound once it was done and it startled her. Not her proudest moment.

- Was almost OVERPROTECTIVE of Cumulus at first, even, doing even the simplest of tasks for her to prevent risk of injury. That was until she watched her kick a sibling straight in the nuts for making snide remarks about Cirrus in front of her. Cirrus had never fallen in love faster.

- Took a LONG while to warm up to the others. Constantly felt like she had something to prove, like she needed to show that she wouldn’t buckle under pressure. Everyone (but Cumulus) was a threat.

- Adores weather on Earth and how it isn’t just WIND 24/7. She loves all the different shapes of the clouds, how dark they get with moisture, the gentle snowfall or the needle-like rain. Really puts her at peace to be out on a rainy day

Rain:

- S C A R E D

- Everything is new and bright and cold and heavy and loud and- and- and-

- Yeah he barely left his room for a week, didn’t talk to anyone for anything. Not shy, necessarily, but just freaked the fuck OUT. They were starting to think he was nonverbal cause man refused to use his voice. In his defense, talking outside the water feels very different when you’re used to your vocal cords wiggling in water all your life.

- In my brain the first time he did speak was to Copia after he did his lil oopsie with the rest of the pack. It’s like a day later and Copia’s tryna plan how he’s gonna make it up to the ghouls when rain cornered him in a dark hallway, made direct eye contact, and in the softest voice went “I wouldn’t go near the lake if I were you. It’s hard to hear screaming underwater.” He then left a completely stunned and freaked tf out Copia standing alone in the hall like it never happened.

- He kinda regrets letting his first words on Earth be a threat now but the rest of the pack is flattered, although they do still sometimes tease him for it.

- Really started coming out of his shell when Dew made dinner for him. Dew was in the same shoes as him once and, although his relationship with the new water ghoul was complicated, he still felt obligated to help his new packmate adjust to life on Earth.

- Bro went through the trouble of showing Rain what every little thing in the kitchen did so he wouldn’t be scared to make his own food anymore, all while making him some grade A gourmet dining. Dew didn’t know it at the time but that’s when the heart-eyes started.

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teenidlegirl · 3 months

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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓖𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝓑𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓 𝓞𝐅 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 .ᐟ

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ it’s valentine’s day and everyone is celebrating with cute gifts. miguel isn’t too fond of the holiday but only celebrates it because of you. however, he isn’t too happy when he founds out how many gifts you’ve gotten from others. miguel decides to give you the best gift he could offer.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐��𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ fluff, friends to lovers (ish), swearing, miguel is a big softie, some jealousy, cute moments

( ꯭♡︎ ) ˖ ࣪ . love note ˒˒ inspired by “about love” by marina, my valentine’s day anthem. another valentine’s day of me watching movies and eating candy. happy evol day! (marina stans get it) ♡

valentine’s day.

the day of romance and love.

gifts of flowers, candy, and cards passed all around HQ. the entire place is covered in valentine’s decorations. balloons, streamers, confetti, stickers, and glitter. a pink and red magical wonderland. pretty much everyone is wearing either red or pink.

except for one person; miguel. as the big grumpy bug himself, he doesn’t participate in the holiday. he showed up to work in his suit like usual. peter gave him a gift earlier, a hand dawned picture of him made by mayday. of course as the stubborn man he is, he refused at first but ultimately accepts it because mayday made it and it actually warmed his heart. he kept it, hidden somewhere in his desk. some of the young spiderlings miles, gwen and pav gave him candy and cards. miguel felt a bit awkward receiving gifts since he wasn’t use to that when he was younger, so it was a shock to him. he doesn’t really give a shit about valentine’s.

well — he has one reason to celebrate it: you.

like the vampire he is, miguel stays in his office observing the various orange monitors in front of him with a hunched back and balled fists. a faint feminine voice from the entrance of his office snaps him out of his workaholic thoughts. a voice he knows very well, an angelic voice he’ll listen to for an eternity. his ears detect light footsteps, knowing it’s you which makes the corner of his lips curl up into a smile.

as the platform lowers down, miguel thought about what type of gift he should get you. flowers are a bit cliche, same with chocolate and candy. he isn’t a fan of cards. those thoughts and his smile fade away as he turns around to see you carrying a shit ton of flowers and a teddy bear in your arms.

his heart fucking dropped.

“dude, i don’t think i’ve ever gotten so many flowers in my life.” you giggle as you walk up to the tiny desk near his and put down your gifts. seven bouquets of flowers and a cute teddy bear. you tell him each person you gotten a bouquet from. one was from webslinger, another from noir, and the rest were from peter variants. hobie got you the teddy bear.

while you were smiling and babbling, miguel was a sad puppy. so many other men got you nice gifts, fucking hobie got you a damn teddy bear. that felt like a slap in the face, making him frown. while thinking of possible gifts to get you, other men beat him to it. miguel feels beaten, especially the way you smile at your gifts and talk about them so happily. he wants to be mentioned like that. he wants you to smile at the gifts he’d give you like that.

“i only have one vase. i’ll just borrow some from my mom.” you snort before glancing at him. “oh! by the way, peni wanted me to give you your gift.” you remembered, turning around to grab the gift.

miguel blinks at you, snapping out of his sad thoughts. “what?” he sounds genuinely confused.

you hold out a tiny plushie in your hand, a smile gracing your lips. his eyes instantly land on the object and they widen at the gift. it’s a plushie of himself, in his suit but without his mask. his face has a scowl, furrowed brows and flat mouth with red eyes matching his own. miguel stares dumbfounded at his mini self. very slowly, he raises one hand and gingerly takes the plushie from your hand. it’s even smaller in his hand, how comical it looks which makes you smile. his thumb skims the material of the plushie, feeling the softness against his gloved palm.

“she made everyone their own. i got spider-cat since he’s my favorite.” you said, holding up the plushie version of spider-cat in your palm.

those crimson eyes snap back at you, a shocking look illustrated on his face. “what?” his voice cracks a little, feeling a bit sad by your statement. he isn’t your favorite spider-person, a cat is.

well, that adds more salt to the wound.

you shoot him a dumbfounded look, rolling your eyes. “oh come on, miguel. you know how much i love that cat. he’s the cutest.”

he rolls his eyes in return before widening once again. he noticed your outfit, a baby pink dress with ribbon sleeves (i have this dress and i love it so much, one of my favs). oh wow — you look beautiful. there goes his heart skipping a beat like usual. his cheeks grew warm, same shades of pink as your dress.

you turn around and grab the teddy bear, hugging it against your chest. “so, did you get any gifts? besides that.” you point at the plushie.

miguel was too fixated on you holding the teddy bear hobie got for you. a sting of jealousy forms in his heart. “i uh… mayday drew me a picture.” he adverts his gaze from yours, glancing the plushie of himself in his palm, giving it a light squeeze.

“awww how cute! of what? you?” you asked.

he nods shyly, still avoiding your gaze. “yeah…”

“i would’ve gotten you something too but i’m too poor as fuck right now.” you shoot him an apologetic smile, feeing a bit guilty.

miguel immediately looks up at you, shaking his head. “no, it’s fine. don’t worry about it.” he said reassuringly, taking a step forward.

you shook your head, softly smiling. “nah i’ll get you something for sure, eventually.”

goddamnit you’re too kind, and cute. you could kill him with your cuteness and he’ll die happily. his heart continues beating faster for you.

“i promise to get you something too.” he said, truly meaning his words.

you snort. “i think i have enough gifts.” you quickly glance at the bouquets on the desk then look back at him. “but if you do, don’t get the same thing.” a soft chuckle spills from your glossy lips.

oh miguel is definitely getting you something, hopefully something different and unique. however, that’s going to be quite the challenge because what could be considered a unique valentine’s gift? some research he’ll have to do, and luckily as a scientist himself, it won’t be a hassle.

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numerous hours of research for a unique valentine’s day gift. after he left HQ, miguel was cooped up in his penthouse searching gift ideas. as his assistant, lyla helped him by giving him a few suggestions. of course she can’t go without teasing him about his little crush on you. sometimes he regrets having lyla a personality of her own. finally, an idea popped up in her tiny ai mind, a light bulb above her head.

“oh! i got it!” the ai exclaims, clapping her hands. “you should make her a gift basket.”

one of his thick brows arched, looking at the tiny ai assistant with a confused expression. “what? a gift basket? how is that a unique gift?”

“because, dumbo, you can put all things she likes in the basket. like her favorite scented candles, candy, flowers, plushies, snacks, drinks, self-care products, mugs, balloons, cards.” lyla suggests.

he ponders for a moment. “that… actually is a good idea.” he said softly, mainly to himself. “but she already has tons of flowers.”

“well, then make her crochet flowers. trust me, women love them.” she smirks, folding her arms.

miguel blinks at her, visibly confused even more. “crochet flowers? what the hell is that?” he has never heard of that term before, mainly because he lives in a futuristic society so technology and other resources are different.

the ai rolls her eyes and sighs. “flowers made of yarn.” she elaborated. “if you make them and give them to her, she wouldn’t have to worry about them dying in a few days. she’ll keep them forever.”

keep them forever? you keeping the flowers he made for you without going to waste? now that convinced miguel. he can imagine those crochet flowers on your dresser or desk. you gushing over them, how they will always remind you of him. his heart skipped a beat at the adorable thought, smiling to himself.

“give me a list of materials for this crochet flowers thing.” miguel orders.

lyla salutes with a smile. “on it, boss.”

miguel knows what things you like. favorite drink, snack, candle scent. this gift basket seems to be a perfect idea, gift for you. he’s gonna to make sure it’ll be the cutest gift basket you’ll ever receive.

after work, he visited multiple stores and bought your favorite items and materials for crocheting. since it’s a valentine’s gift, everything is pink. once he got home, he searched up multiple gift basket ideas. lyla encouraged him to look on pinterest, a site he’s never heard of but went along with it. he was actually impressed by the amount of creative ideas the site offered. definitely will use it for future date ideas. miguel wants this gift basket to be perfect so he is fully dedicated to the mini project, pouring all of his effort just to see that beautiful smile of yours.

after arranging the basket, which he was very proud of, miguel starts working on the crocheting project. however, it was a lot harder than he anticipated. he watches tutorial videos but ends up failing numerous times, making him frustrated. his penthouse was filled with angry grunts and tossing shit around.

“grunting and throwing things isn’t gonna help you.” lyla teases, smirking at the grumpy man.

the brunette rolls his eyes. “how is something that looks so simple is impossible to make?” he runs a hand through his dark chocolate locks.

the ai sighs. “you just gotta take time with it. don’t think too much and give it another shot.”

miguel stares at the scribbles of yarn in his hand. after closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he decides to give crocheting another shot.

after watching the tutorial videos and actually taking his time with it, following each step, he finally got the hang of it and successfully made the bouquet. it’s not perfect but he tried and actually looks quite decent for his first time attempt at crocheting. miguel was a happy camper, smiling at his little project made just for you. now with the completed gift basket, he hopes you’ll like it. miguel is eager (anxious) to see your reaction.

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it’s still a few hours left of valentine’s day when miguel arrives at your apartment. he stands there anxiously in front of the door dressed in a black buttoned up shirt, a pair of black slacks and black dress shoes. his hair slicked back. his fingers grip nervously on the basket handle. god miguel hasn’t been this nervous in who knows how long. feeling like a teenage boy asking his crush to be his valentine. technically, that is what he’s doing but as a grown ass man obviously. his heart pumps out his chest, palms a bit clammy, one foot tapping the floor.

inhaling a shaky breath, he gently knocks on the door and waits for you. his grip on the basket handle tightens when he hears the locks open before the door opens revealing your angelic presence.

his eyes dilate drastically and mouth hangs open slightly as he slowly takes in the sight of angel blessing his eyes. you are wearing a different dress that hugs your curves so graciously. gorgeous curls of your hair curving your pretty face. makeup done beautifully yet natural, matching the dress. it seems like you went out or are going to since you’re dressed so nicely. miguel is just too enthralled by you.

“oh, sup man.” you softly smile at the tall brunette, titling your head as you lean against the door.

he blinks out of trance, realizing he must’ve look like a fool for staring. “uh… hi.” miguel clears his throat, offering you an awkward smile. he knows you’re going to ask him why he’s here. so, he lifts up the gift basket and holds it in front of you with a bashful expression. “happy valentine’s day.”

your eyes immediately land on the gift basket and your heart melts. it’s a tiny basket decorated in baby pink with a matching bow on the handle along with baby pink tissue paper inside, completely filled with your favorite items, which are all in pink. a candle of your favorite scent. a bag of your favorite chip brand and another of candy. some self-care products like a face mask and moisturizer. a pink butterfly plushie, miguel calls you “mariposa” so it seems fitting. and finally, the crochet bouquet. a bouquet of your favorite flowers made of yarn.

miguel watched your enthralled face, making his own warm up. he just stands there like the bashful mess he is, presenting his crush her valentine’s day gift. hints of cheeks staining his sharp cheeks, heart pounding in his chest like a drum and palms growing more sweatier due to anxiousness.

a very thin layer of tears began forming in your eyes, making you bite your lip to hold them back. “you… you made this?… just for me?…” your gaze fixates between the basket and miguel.

he nods sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “yeah… i though since you already have so many gifts of the same stuff…” he shyly meets your gaze. “a gift basket would be nice.”

and you thought your heart couldn’t melt even more. “i… you didn’t have to go through all that effort for me.” you said with a tiny pout.

miguel shook his head. “that’s why i did it. para ti.” he said sincerely, ruby eyes bore into yours.

oh my god, this man. he’s fucking perfect.

those tears were threatening to spill. your heart is utterly melted. you tenderly take the basket from his grasp. “this is the sweetest gift i’ve ever received. thanks, miguel.” you shoot him smile.

oh he was a happy camper. a big feeling of relief and accomplishment flowing through his body. plus, he got that beautiful smile. “of course, mi mariposa.” he mirrors your smile, overjoyed with your reaction.

you softly chuckle at the nickname. “i would totally marry you.”

his eyes widen dramatically at your shocking comment, making him blush more. “r-really?”

you giggle at his flustered face. “oh definitely.” you step away to place the gift basket on the counter then put on a pair of comfy shoes. “so where are we going?” you ask as you put on a tiny cardigan.

miguel blinks at you confusingly. “going?”

“yeah, for our valentine’s day date.” you softly smile, grabbing your mini white purse as you step out the door and lock it.

valentine’s day date? holy shit — miguel didn’t believe he would get this far. you wanna go on a date? with him? wow it’s like a dream come true. however, he doesn’t any idea on where to take you. he needs to look at the pinterest ‘date ideas’ list.

“i uh…” miguel rubs his jaw, thinking of what possible place he can take you. he doesn’t want to take you to generic places like a restaurant, movie theater, the park. just like his gift, miguel wants the date to be unique. then, he remembers the local carnival in town. “the carnival is still open, we can head there.” he offers his arm to you, smiling as he watches your face light up at his suggestion.

“oooo yes! i’ve been wanting to go there since it opened.” you wrap your arm around his as you two start walking away together.

“well, i’m happy to take you there first.” miguel offers a little smile, gazing at you with adoration.

you smile at each other, walking together as you head off into the night of your valentine’s day date, indulging in a night of fun and romance.

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ellethespaceunicorn · 10 months

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Daddy Knows Best, Part II

Title: Daddy Knows Best, Part II

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: StepDad!August Walker x StepDaughter!Reader

Fandom: Mission: Impossible - Fallout

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: August Walker and your father were once friends. One mission, a single decision, made them enemies. August decides he needs to get his revenge. And what better way, than to become your new Daddy?

Chapter Summary: Daddy and Babydoll take a giant leap.

Warnings: age gap (the reader is 18, August is in his late-30s), pet names (Princess, Babydoll), Daddy kink, corruption kink, praise kink, somnophilia, pregnancy kink, dacryphilia, lactation kink, cockwarming, (slight) choking, deflowering, non-con, unprotected p-in-v sex, cum swallowing, Murder Daddy™️ vibes, dead dove: do not eat

A/N: This is different from my usual fics. This would be considered dark!fic in every way possible. If you read the warnings and still choose to read, you are making your own decision. No one is forcing you to read this. This is an entirely self-indulgent therapeutic fic. Enjoy! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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I am such a lucky man.

Any man in my situation might do the right thing. But when has that ever gotten anyone what they really wanted?

Looking at a perfect flower from afar is just fine, don’t get me wrong. You bend over, you smell it, you leave it to bloom. But plucking that flower and holding it in your hand? Now that is a truly heavenly feeling.

That’s what it was like with my little Babydoll.

It was a cautious dance. I had to earn her trust. She was Daddy’s little girl, after all. She had her loyalties and she did not like me at first. She didn’t explicitly say it but she missed her father. Who could blame her?

But she was so perfect. And I wanted her. She had to be mine.

And so she would be.

It started with little things. I made sure to get the snacks that she coveted. I called her Princess. I smiled at her and always listened intently to whatever stupid topic she wanted to talk about. She would get so excited to talk to someone who would listen.

I got the feeling her mother wasn’t exactly her favorite person. She was much closer with her Nanny. I was shocked to find out that she still had a caregiver at her age, but one look at their relationship and it made so much sense. I convinced her mother that she wouldn’t need a Nanny any longer and that I would be taking over watching after her.

Her sheltered upbringing kept her so innocent in so many ways. It was like her parents fucking gift-wrapped her for me to corrupt. And with Nanny out of the way, I had her all to myself with no prying eyes.

That day she got the sunburn was a godsend. I watched as she slept in the backyard, the sun illuminating her olive skin. I could have easily gone to wake her up, but I wanted her to need me. I wanted her to call for me.

And soon enough, I hear her voice shout my name. It was burned in my brain.

As I rubbed the aloe on her warm skin, I knew I wanted to be her Daddy. She needed an authority figure to take care of her, and I took on that role. Since her mother was off in her own world, it would afford me the ability to become her everything.

The way to her heart was care. I told her I would never hurt her, and proceeded to spank her plump little ass. She forgave me afterward, of course. When I wiped her tears and tasted them? Fuck, I didn’t think my dick could get any harder.

And when she didn’t know what to call her perfect little pussy? Fuck! I’ve replayed that moment in my head so many times. I’ll admit, calling it her ‘princess parts’ was entirely self-indulgent. Knowing she was never touched only made me want to forget the plan and fuck her right then.

But there was a time for everything. I settled for eating her delicious pussy. Her sweet face contorting and enjoying my tongue had me hard as a rock. Seeing her cum for the first time was a sight to behold. Fingering her tightness had me wanting to test the elasticity of that wet fuckhole.

Damnit, she was perfect.

When I heard her moan for Daddy and knew she meant me, my soul left my body for a moment. It came back so I could take care of her and have the mental image of her in my clothing. She looked so cute and, at the same time, she looked fuckable.

It actually hurt my dick to look at her in my clothes. I had to have her. I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed her and I refused to let this opportunity slip past me. Her mother wasn’t due to be home for hours.

While she slept, I let my hands explore.

Her soft tummy under my calloused hand gave me ideas. What if it was swollen and round with my child? Far too soon to even be thinking about that, she hasn’t even seen my dick yet and I’m already thinking about knocking her up.

I turned her on her back and pulled my shirt up over her tits. Perfect handfuls for me, with areolas that harden at my touch. The way they tightened as I circled them with a finger was almost too much for me. I felt my dick swell as I thought about them bloated with milk. I took one pebbled nipple into my mouth and imagined that she coated my tongue with sweet nectar. When I switched to the other nipple, she stirred in her sleep. I pulled off of her breast and looked down at her peaceful form.

The irony of the urge to impregnate this virgin wasn’t lost on me. I wouldn’t put it past my subconscious to think it could create the next Messiah. I do tend to be a bit ‘larger than life’ at times. I mean, who else but a true sociopath would dream of corrupting an innocent soul?

Fuck it. Call me a sociopath. I won’t lose sleep over it. I’ll be too busy molding her pussy to the shape of my dick.

The first step to doing that was getting my dick inside her. I freed her of my underwear and opened her legs. Placing my palm over her cunt, I could feel the heat that radiated from it. I loved the little tuft of hair on her mound. I preferred it fuzzy anyway.

I slid my fingers down and felt the wetness that escaped her lips. I coated my fingers in her juices and didn’t hesitate to put them into my mouth. She was so fucking tasty. I was addicted to the taste of her and there was no going back.

As if I wanted to go back after today.

You awoke to the feeling of rubbing on your princess parts. You had tried to stay asleep but you realized you aren’t wearing Daddy’s underwear anymore. You opened your eyes and looked up to see Daddy smiling down at you.

“Babydoll, you were so pretty while you slept. Daddy couldn’t help himself and had to touch you again.”

You wiggled your little hips, trying to get as much friction on your clitty as possible. You bit your bottom lip and tossed your head to the side in pleasure. Your sweet moans were music to Daddy’s ears if the plastered smile on his face was anything to go by.

“Daddy has a special treat for you, Babydoll,” Daddy pulled his hand away and you whined at the loss of contact. You watched as Daddy kneeled in front of you and unzipped his pants. He pulled a bottle out of his pocket that had a purple label on it and tossed it to the bed. “Daddy wants you to take his dick out.” He pulled you to a sitting position and guided your hand inside his pants.

When you had made contact with soft skin, you wrapped your fingers around its hardness. You pulled it out and the groan that Daddy made went right to your core. You couldn’t fit one hand around it so you used both of them to hold it.

Daddy’s large hand covered both of yours and moved them up and down. The silky smooth skin moved through your fingers and Daddy picked up the bottle and uncapped it. He poured some of the liquid over your hands and told you to spread it around. You smiled up at him as your hands became slippery and Daddy’s moans became louder.

“Lay back, Babydoll. Daddy is gonna touch your princess parts with his dick. It’s gonna hurt at first, but Daddy will try and be gentle.” Daddy put one of your legs over his arm as he leaned over you. He poured some of the liquid on you and you shivered as the cold liquid slid over your sensitive clitty and traveled downward, “Take a deep breath and then let it out, Princess.”

You breathed in and held it. When you let it out, Daddy tore through you with his dick. The stretch burned and you started to cry.

“Daddy, it hurts!” You hiccupped as fat tears rolled down your face.

“Fuck, Babydoll. You know I love it when you cry for me. It’s gonna stop hurting soon. Just…fuck, your tight little cunny is holding my dick so tight and keeping it warm,” He wraps your legs around his waist and holds your head in his hands. He looked down at you and kissed your tears away, “Daddy’s gonna start moving now. You feel so good, better than I thought you would feel. I want you to tell me to fuck you, Babydoll.”

You looked up at Daddy and sniffled. “Please fuck me, Daddy. Make it stop hurting, please?”

You felt him twitch inside you as he growled low in his throat. He pulled out slowly then slammed back in. Your body jerked with the speed of his hips against yours. The sounds of wet slapping filled your ears, mixed with Daddy’s grunts and your yelps.

He whispered in your ear while he impaled you over and over, “Babydoll, fuck! You are making Daddy so happy. Taking my dick so well. You’re being such a good girl for me. Such…a…good…girl!” He punctuated his words with thrusts into your tight heat.

Soon, the pain slowly dissipated and you were left overwhelmed with the feeling of fullness. An involuntary moan escaped your lips and Daddy chuckled. His hand moved down to play with your clitty and it was all over for you. Within moments, you were clenching around him and crying again from the heightened intensity.

“Yes, come all over my dick. You’re my good little fucktoy, aren’t you? Say it, Babydoll.”

“I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy.”

“Keep saying it, Babydoll. I’m so fucking close. Just keep saying it.” The hand that was on your clitty had moved to your neck. The slightest hint of pressure kept you still while he continued his onslaught.

“I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy. I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy. I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy.” You repeated the mantra and watched as Daddy’s face contorted and he let out a slew of bad words.

“Fuck, Babydoll. Daddy’s gonna fucking cum. Shit, shit, shit!” Daddy pulled out and stroked himself once, twice. On the third stroke, thick white ropes shot out of him and onto your belly. It just kept coming and you watched in awe. Daddy looked to be in pain but he kept stroking until all that came out was a few drops. He looked exhausted, so when he collapsed next to you, you weren’t surprised.

“Daddy?” You ran a finger through the sticky fluid and touched your first finger to your thumb to see the elasticity of it.

“That’s my cum, Babydoll. You were such a good girl and I wanted to give you a special treat. Open your mouth, baby,” You opened your mouth and Daddy scoops up some of his cum and puts it on your tongue. You swirled the salty substance on your tongue before swallowing. “That’s my good girl, swallowing Daddy’s cum like a perfect Princess. Can Daddy have a kiss?”

“On the lips?” You’ve never been kissed before and suddenly you were nervous.

“Yes, Babydoll. Daddy promises he doesn’t care if you haven’t kissed anyone before. Daddy needs to taste you. Just stay still, and Daddy will show you, ok?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Your breathing picked up as Daddy leaned into you and put his mouth over yours. He exhaled through his nose and his mustache tickled you. He held the back of your head while he kissed you. His tongue pressed against the seam of your lips and you opened your mouth to let him in. When Daddy’s tongue massaged your own, you brought a hand up to get lost in Daddy’s curly mane. You swallowed the groan that rumbled through him.

Daddy broke the kiss and set his forehead against yours. He looked blissful and tired and all you wanted to do was keep kissing him. You moved your head to kiss him again and he nibbled at your bottom lip before peppering you with kisses all over your face. You giggled and playfully pushed him away so you could stretch and sit crosslegged.

He sat up and got out of the bed. He walked around it and crouched down to speak to you at your eye level. He took your hands and made you look at him. With a serious look on his face, he spoke.

“Babydoll, I want you to promise me that only Daddy gets to kiss you and only Daddy gets to put his dick in you. You don’t let other boys touch your princess parts. If a boy ever does that, you tell me and I’ll take care of it, ok?”

“Take care of it?” What did that mean?

“Nobody gets to touch my Babydoll without Daddy’s explicit permission. Am I understood?” Daddy looked like he had a fire in his eyes. Daddy wanted to protect you. And he might do anything to keep you safe.

“Only Daddy gets to touch me. I understand, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, why don’t you go take a shower and Daddy will go start on dinner. I have your favorite for dessert tonight.” His bright smile was infectious and spread to your lips.

“You got the cannolis I like?” You couldn’t contain your excitement and squealed.

“Yes, I got the cannolis. Anything for my Babydoll. But you have to be a good girl all night if you want them. That means you keep what you and Daddy do all to yourself, ok Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy. I can keep a secret. I promise.”

Daddy’s smile widened and he pulled you up out of bed. He kissed your forehead, and your nose, and pecked your lips before he shooed you off to the bathroom to wash up.

You didn’t know it, but he watched your every step until you were out of sight.

As you showered, you thought about the cannolis and Daddy’s kisses. When you washed your princess parts, you felt that tingle like when Daddy touched you. You wanted to play more, but you were still sore so you finished washing up and got out of the shower.

After getting dressed, you went down to the kitchen and watched as Daddy made dinner. When Mommy came home, you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous when Daddy kissed her. Daddy noticed your pout and kissed the top of your head and let you taste test the bolognese sauce.

Dinner went by smoothly, Mommy and Daddy talked about whatever while you spaced out. But when Daddy brought out the cannolis, you were back to your jovial self. You ate your cannoli and excused yourself from the table.

With a full belly of dinner and dessert, you retreated to your room. The musky scent of sex was all over your sheets and you reveled in it. You replayed the events of the day in your mind and you ached to have Daddy next to you again. He awoke something inside of you that only he had access to.

After today, everything changed. He wasn’t August anymore, he was Daddy. And you were his Princess, his Babydoll. Your hand gravitated to your princess parts again and the thought of Daddy’s hands all over you had you soaking your hand in moments. Tasting yourself again, you imagined it was Daddy’s cum and that he was pleased with you.

You drifted off to sleep shortly thereafter, the promise of more to come heavy on your head.

Part III

A/N: Ok, I think I still have more to write. But, do y’all want more?

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cooki3face · 5 months

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your next quantum leap

Message: hey, first “big” reading in a long time, I hope that you guys haven’t been feeling like I’ve neglected doing readings I’ve been undergoing a lot of changes and working a lot behind the scenes as of lately! Thank you so much for waiting and being patient with me! I love you and I hope that everything is going well and if it isn’t that it shall pass and you’ll receive peace very soon.

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pile one, your next quantum leap brings the gift of love and relationships or comes under the cover of love and relationships. You are receiving your ten of cups finally, divine love, true love, fulfillment, etc. or are in the process of preparing for it’s arrival. I see flowers as a representation of growth and transformation. Many of you are feminine energies. The flower of a plant is the seed bearing part of a plant, you’ve been planting seeds or are in the process of releasing them in order for them to be dropped down into the soil to grow. Many living organisms also help in the process of spreading the seeds of a plant by helping to disperse them. Someone you will love and someone who loves you is coming into your life (or for some of you is already present) and they will help you plant your seeds, and help you grow as well. The imagery in the picture for pile one is a woman standing in the center of a garden, she’s topless/nude and I feel like that represents vulnerability and receptivity. There is nothing but growth around her.

This upcoming season, throughout these next few weeks and months, you may need to learn to outgrow the habit of selling yourself short, minimizing your value or minimizing the possibility of miracles or things working out in your favor. There are gifts for you, there are blessings for you, there are manifestations for you to receive, the seeds that you’re planting will have grown and be ready to harvest but it’s up to you whether you’ll be collecting what you’ve grown and reaping the benefits of your hard work and cultivation. You’ve planted something, you should harvest it and put it towards your abundance and prosperity and let it bring you good things.

During this season, you may feel confused or disconnected from your intuition in a way, there’s a message here about not knowing what to do with what you’ll be receiving, feeling overwhelmed, or feeling as though you’re having to relearn everything you’ve ever known because your life has shifted so drastically. You asked for change, you asked for what you deserved and the universe gifted you exactly that. But because you’ve done things one way for a long time or have only received one thing for a long time, the gifts you receive may feel foreign to you, you’re about to shift into a new version of yourself. You’re finally shifting into your higher self. Transformation and rebirth are significant. You may feel passionate about children lately or motherhood. Or recieving lots of imagery or seeing lots of posts on social media about children, parenting and motherhood.

There’s a possibility you’ve gotten in arguments lately about what people deserve, what children deserve or what’s best for people or what’s best for someone in particular. There’s a diety who thinking of, I’m not super familiar with her, a Haitian deity named Ezili Dantor who protects women and children fiercely. This season you’ll be in the process of fully and wholly shifting into your feminine energy after a long time of having to switch back in forth from your masculine and feminine or having to step out of the energy of recieving and relaxation to push things into fruition or make things go in a way that you felt was right for you. Some of this behavior may have shown up frequently these past couple years in trying to force relationships to work or push people into being in alignment with you or giving you what you’ve deserved all along and/or even having to stand up and remove yourself from situations that weren’t serving you in order to open yourself up to recieving these gifts or open yourself up to moving into a period of ultimate rest and relaxation forever.

You’ll be working hard this season on building a foundation for yourself or continuing to work towards cultivating a life of prosperity, peace and abundance. You may be shifting your energy into your career, into your education or your finances. Whilst love is here, and you’re building your connections and are in flow and in tune with whomever this person may be, your external energy is focused on your material and physical world and preparing things for yourself. While your feminine energy is at ease, is being loved, is being fed on a soul level, your masculine energy is out creating a world for you, building a foundation, making a name. You’ve created balance. 👥. The wheel is turning in your favor, complete transformation, all blessings are coming in, the dam separating you from your manifestations and from everything you’ve earned all this time has began crumbling.

Oracle:

29 • Let Go • “The Blood Moon” • Full Moon • Mother : “the full blood moon is a time to let go. Here I painted the mother, breaking away from her past self, as represented in the shadow of herself, fading behind her. This mother is letting go of the past, and everything that haunts her soul, so she can move forward with the child that is inside her. it is time to let go of the past that has haunted you to this point. That is the person you used to be and even though that old self has allowed you to be the person you are today you are no longer that individual this card also represents that now is a perfect opportunity to release the negative factor in your life. This could be a person or a habit that harms your happiness or sense of self. Think about what you need to set free.”

39 • Personal Alchemy • “The Cold Moon” • Waning Moon • Crone: “ the waning, cold moon is a time for you to process the deep, embodied, yet personal inquiry of yourself as the crone is illustrated on this card she is reaching deep inside herself finding her soul represented in the glowing orb she holds within her chest. This indicates the time to start identifying the areas in your life where you want to make changes gather the resources to make those shifts plot out of plan, and then take steps to implement the new ideas, we engage with this process of change by breaking it up into small easily, implemented new habits. where in your life can you apply personal alchemy and start changing those patterns?”

7 • Explore • “The Crow Moon” • Waxing Moon • Maiden : “ the waxing crow moon is about exploring through your inner self to find what you may be missing within as this maiden is depicted walking through the forest, guided by her lamp glow, and her crow companion. She’s looking deep into the darkness she’s trying to find her true path and the courage within herself to move forward now is the time to explore yourself your surroundings, and even current connections you have with other people what new routes can you take to solve a current predicament you may be in? examine what is around maybe there’s a different path you can make such as a new job or a new class? this other avenue may guide you in the direction where you would like to be in life perhaps a connection with an acquaintance, or friend, may lead you to a unique opportunity.”

17 • Decisions • “The Mead Moon” • Full Moon • Mother: “ the full mead moon, is a time for decisions about how you harnessed the earths restless, energy and where you are going to apply it here the mother of the mead moon is depicted standing before two paths. She is looking upon these paths, deciding where she should refocus her life which will fulfill her soul. Time is up now is the time to choose one with conviction this card is a reliable indication that time is up, move forward and make that decision that has been bouncing around the back of your mind that decision that you’ve been hesitating to make act now to take steps toward a resolution to the problem, you have been mowing over, move forward in the direction that feels right in your soul.”

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Pile two, your next quantum leap brings up the question of understanding your inner feelings, listening to your needs and desires and following and listening to your heart. There’s a message here about serving yourself Justice and exercising self love by allowing yourself to have what you’ve been asking/wishing for, or coming to terms with what you want and what you should do in order for you to be happy, prosperous, and fulfilled. This season you’ll be having some sort of breakthrough, coming to a conclusion, or coming up on a new idea. Whatever this new idea or decision might be for you may lead to communication between you and others or you and someone and particular. Emphasis on new communication. You may say something you may have not usually have said or you may say something or express something or communicate something you had not intended to say or share for a long while or until way later.

There could also be new news you’ll be sharing with your friends and family and loved ones regarding something incredibly significant. While one side of you on an internal scale will be focused on serving yourself Justice, focused on self love and the cultivating of a space space on for yourself and others and preparing you for the overcoming of a new obstacle or the receiving of a new opportunity. The other side of you, on an external scale will be focused on gaining financial independence, saving and investing money, or bringing more stability to your financial life. You could be saving up for something special, budgeting, or preparing to make a large financial investment or move soon. Some of you are masculine energies, and are shifting into the energy of a provider. You may be about to offer someone your cup or offer someone stability or commitment.

You could’ve been unsure about something or in the process of coming to conclusion(s). Throughout this season whatever this is will be heavily on your mind, and you’ll come to some sort of resolution or realization. Mental breakthroughs on whatever this is are in store for you within the next couple of months. You may be working through any deep seated fears, healing karma (detaching from karmic behaviors, habits, people, etc.) on an independent and personal level. You’re preparing yourself for a transformation or a shift in your reality. A lot of this could have to do with love and relationships and the decision to move into the energy of love or the energy of recieving love and preparing yourself to be in a long term commitment. Financially, mentally, and emotionally.

The world card upright signifying completion of cycles, integration, and accomplishments. You may also find yourself traveling or planning to travel very soon.

Oracle:

21 • Dreamwork • “The Buck Moon” • Waning Moon • Crone : “ the waning buck moon is a wonderful time to undertake dream work for this card. Here is the crone with a swirling universe in the front of her like luminescent Stardust. butterflies float around her in a dreamy landscape. The crone gazes at you as if she can see your inner self by doing so she tries to get your soul to manifest the imagining in your mind, this card encourages you to look back at your recent dreams and consider what you may have conjured in your sleep. Dream work is the process by which the unconscious mind alters the manifest content of thoughts to decode their real meaning for the dreamer, your higher self, or your dream self has been waiting for you to start paying attention. What were you dreaming about? What could be the meaning behind such images and emotions? were you afraid in your dream angry, or forlorn? try to think back to your vision and reflect on what your inner self is telling you.”

20 • Prepare • “The Buck Moon” • Full Moon • Mother: “ the full buck moon is the time to prepare. It is time to make something ready for use in your current situation. The mother is illustrated on this card, perched upon a pillar, as she has been given a place to concentrate on the strategy that she is preparing for her current undertaking, this is a strong signal that it is time for you to develop a plan. is there a business idea you would like to launch or maybe you are looking to remodel your home? sit down and write out the necessary steps you need to get this project in motion maybe it is time for you to start packing for a trip or organizing your home for a new baby. consider where in your life you may need to make some preparations and plans.”

37 • Reach Out • “The Cold Moon” • Waxing Moon • Maiden: “ the waxing cold moon, represents a time to reach out to another as the maiden is illustrated here strong in both carrying an owl upon her shoulder she stretches a hand out to help those in need now is the time to make an effort to do something for other people. This indicates that it is essential to lend a compassionate hand to those in need. Maybe there’s a classmate who may need help on a paper where you excel reach out and offer your support. Perhaps there’s a person who is struggling with addiction who needs encouragement? Where in your life can you do something good for another?”

35 • Take Root • “The Snow Moon” • Full Moon • Mother: “ a full snow, moon is a time to become established in your life to take hold of a new idea, or a way you wish to live. The mother is illustrated on this card firmly rooted to the earth. Timing is ideal to take an idea or belief and make it become established or accepted. If you believe that, you would be happier, living a vegan lifestyle. This could be the time to embrace and commit to it maybe you moved to a new city, and you have been feeling alone, consider volunteering or spending more time in your community. where in your life do you need to be accepted to have a permanent solid base to turn to? time to take root and do what is necessary to be a part of that World.”

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Pile three, your next quantum leap has everything to do with you coming to terms with and finally feeling some deeply rooted emotions regarding where you stand in life, what you’re doing, what you’re accepting and some of the decisions you’ve made. This will ultimately lead you to walking away from something or making better choices but first comes the storm before all things can be watered after months without proper rain, before the dirt that hides the truth is washed away, and before we can step into peace and alignment with what is necessary for us to be fulfilled and happy. There’s a catalyst under way or you are in a position where you are experiencing one. You could’ve caused someone or others a great deal of trauma or pain, and in the process caused yourself a great deal of trauma and pain. This is your karma for some of the decisions you’ve made. But, with karma comes resolutions for everyone. You’ll get to see what happens when you make choices that aren’t in alignment with you and when you make choices at the expense of others.

You may be dealing with issues regarding co-dependency, may have karmic issues and cycles to heal regarding your parents, your childhood, addiction, certain people you choose to love and be around, etc. you’ll be dealing with a heart chakra opening and an awakening regarding how you feel and how you’ve made others feel. I hear ambulances out side of my window. There might be a great tower moment in store for you this season. A rude awakening or a long time moment of depersonalization that has caused you to step outside of yourself and reality in order to look at everything from a distance or different perspective.

You may also have a spiritual awakening for some of you. Whilst as a whole, your status quo, belief systems, and regular way of behaving and thinking will be challenged and broken down. Your old way of doing something or doing things may not be working out for you or in your favor any longer. You may struggle with accountability, struggle with confronting your feelings and accepting feelings of loss. There may be elements of your past that threaten to come up and break your heart as you’ve been done nothing to aid in or heal your past heart break. I’m getting a message about a phantom itch or phantom pain, something or someone who’s no longer there anymore is resurfacing for you on an internal level and bringing you pain and revelation. You’ll have to be strong, you’ll have to be willing to fight through this in order to get to a better place and find true peace.

You may find that things you want may not all be available to you any longer due to your choices and your decisions, but don’t be discouraged, there will be more for you to receive when the time comes to be rewarded for hardship. But you must do the inner work. Your past and your negligence is confronting you and you’ll have to face the consequences of your actions. Once in for all. You feared your shadow, you feared what the consequences would be for all that you ran from, all that you didn’t take accountability for, and all the damage you may have done with the intention to protect yourself or shield yourself for more wounding but it’s here for you. All you can do is learn from it. This energy is heavy and there’s a lot of heart break and defensiveness coming through here. You’ll make it through, I’m sure of it. But it won’t be easy. Surrender. If you run anymore, you’ll be sorry.

Oracle:

33 • Prophecy • “The Blue Moon” • Waning Moon • Crone: “ the waning, blue moon is a time for prediction and foresight as the crone is shown upon this card there is a skull referring to the past, and how she can use that for insight going forward. future selves are pictured as ghostly figures around the wise woman, and the raven represents divination and awareness. Now is the time to use past experiences to predict the outcome of a current state of affairs. It is also time to seek knowledge of the future, or the unknown by supernatural means. reflect on what has happened in the past, and how that can likely happen again. how did you react previously to a specific situation? Do you want to act that way again or is it time to change paths, maybe a loved one treated you poorly before and may do so again with current circumstances think about possible outcomes to the events that are about to unfold.”

14 • Propagating Energy • “The Hare Moon” • Full Moon • Mother: “ the full hair moon is a time to cultivate, or tap into the tulleric current, which is the energy that derives from the heart of the Earth. Here the mother of the hare moon is pictured holding the earth in her hands as the current of energy swirls from the center. She is cradling this earth energy in her palms, ready to use it within herself to make her strong and intuitive. This card represents the need to gather your personal energy. you need to take inventory of all your unused or more importantly your misused power and store it for an essential purpose. Have you ever been in the situation that drained you of your vitality? Is there a specific person you deal with who depletes you? Reflect on what parts of your life are diminishing your energy, and how to pull that energy back to you and redirect it towards a better purpose.”

31 • Honoring The Past • “The Blue Moon” • Waxing Moon • Maiden: “The Waxing Blue Moon represents a time to honor your past. Here the Maiden is pictured cradling a skull in her hands, honoring the dead or those who have gone before. The raven represents prophecy and insight into that past, where she can grasp the full meaning of how those experiences impacted her life. It is time to recognize what has passed in your life. Understand that without those bygone days, you would not be the person you are today. It may be that you honor the past you, the unenlightened you, the you who did not know back then. Maybe it is time to praise the integrity of someone in your past, like a parent or friend. This person's advice may have led you to the right path. Think about the lessons learned, and let those ethics and morals guide you in the future.”

4 • Purification • “The Ice Moon” • Waxing Moon • Maiden: “The Waxing Blue Moon represents a time to honor your past. Here the Maiden is pictured cradling a skull in her hands, honoring the dead or those who have gone before. The raven represents prophecy and insight into that past, where she can grasp the full meaning of how those experiences impacted her life. The Waxing Crow Moon is about exploring through your inner self to find what you may be missing within. As this Maiden is depicted walking through the forest, guided by her lamp glow and her crow companion, she is looking deep into the darkness. She is trying to find her true path and the courage within herself to move forward.”

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May peace be upon all of you! ❤️🌺

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vxntagedior · 1 year

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I got a really cute wiggleworm one hitter for christmas and it made me think of Ajax and his gf giving each other stoner gifts like cute personalized lighters or a bong that they knew the other would love~ I'd be so happy if you wrote this, I love your Ajax works

parting gift

summary | you and ajax give each other christmas gifts before break

pairing | ajax petropolus x fem!reader

warning | fluff, stoner couple, mentions of marijuana, underage smoking

word count | 546

As the semester came to an end, everyone already wanted to go home for three weeks for the end of the semester break and Christmas.

While you and Ajax were attached by the hip at Nevermore, there were hundreds of miles between the two of you when you went home.

It was your first big holiday as a couple and you knew you wanted to give him something special for Christmas.

You had met Ajax in the forests, you had come out for a smoke break and needed to get as far from campus as possible and find Ajax in the same position. From meeting out of the woods for a smoke, asking to go to the Rave’N, the two of you were now a couple.

As much as you loved Ajax, it was hard picking out a gift for him because you didn’t want something generic, you wanted it to be something special. The downside to it was both you and Ajax were dirt poor, constantly spending your money on weed and coffee, so you needed to work with what you had.

Yoko was the one who gave you the idea to make a design on your lighters. You’ve seen some photos of girls who had put rhinestones on their lighters. The items were quick to find, it was just the patience in making it.

Deciding to keep it simple, you wanted the final end product to be a heart, doing half on your lighter and the other half on Ajax’s. Staying in the second last day to break, you worked on your gift, finally finishing well into the night, constantly repositioning the rhinestones because you thought they looked out of place.

Wrapping his in some tissue paper, you stuffed it in your bag knowing you would probably forget in the morning.

Classes were only half a day, leaving the rest of the time for students to pack up. Ditching that completely, you and Ajax were in his room giving each other your gifts.

“Alright me first.” Ajax declared, pulling your present from behind him. Taking the present from him, you delicately unwrapped it, seeing the gift.

It was a new bowl, one that had a blue marble design to it.”Oh Ajax, I love it.” Examining it closer, you saw a small engraving, pulling it closer to your eyes, seeing your name and Ajax, in his own handwriting. “Did you do this?”

“Yeah.” He smiled bashfully, “I wanted to make it a little more special, what’d you get me.”

Ajax was giddy, and he couldn’t wait any longer to know what you got him. Laughing as you shook your head, you gave him his gift.

“Why is it only half?” Was the first thing he said when he saw the lighter, his eyebrows furrowed together. Silently you pulled out yours, showing him the other half. Seeing his eyes brightened, his smile wide, he pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

“This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” He peppered kisses all over your face. “I’m gonna use it everyday.”

It made you feel warm inside that he was just so happy over a few pieces of rhinestones.

Ajax didn’t care about the rhinestones, he loved the fact that you made it for him.

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hi! i literally love your treech fics so much! do you think you could write a treech x mentor!reader where she goes to see him at the zoo the night before the games (a bit like coryo and lucy gray)?

kiss of life → treech

treech!tbosas x reader

notes → in which love and life are fleeting as you say your final goodbye to treech. (i stole dialogue directly from the book for this LOL)

warnings → not edited & uploaded via iphone.

“treech?” you whispered out into the dark. faint hints of moonlight peeked in through the clouds, becoming the only source of illumination in the pitch black of the night. falteringly, you crept closer to the bars of the monkey house, eyes scanning for a sight of your tribute you had grown rather fond of.

“y/n,” he answered, and you followed the sound of his voice, which had turned far more gravelly since the last time he had spoken to you. once you had located him, you scampered over to the boy, eyes lighting up.

“thank goodness you’re okay,” you cried, placing a hand to his face. you hadn’t gotten to see him after the explosion in the arena, and you wanted to make sure that he was alright. “gosh, i can’t believe they’re still making you go in there tomorrow!” tense, heavy air settled between the two of you.

“i’ll be alright. me and the pack got a plan,” he reassured you as your fingers snuck into his hair, which had become rather matted since his arrival in the capitol.

“just… don’t trust them too much. keep a good distance, please. i have a feeling they’re just going to use you.” you cautioned him, voice unsteadied by worry. the pair from four scared you the most. they had fierce determination in levels you had never witnessed before. while it was admirable, it was rightfully daunting.

“thank you. for what you’ve done for me. i really have a chance now, ‘cause of you.” although his expression was blank, you could see in his eyes that he meant what he had said. pangs of guilt struck you, as you felt there was so much more you could have done for him. nonetheless, a tender smile made its way across your face.

“it’s my job. i can’t let you die in there, you mean too much to me.. not just as my tribute, but you. you matter to me. you’re the most incredible boy i’ve ever met.” you confessed, eyes beginning to brim with salty tears, devastated that you would have to part with him when the night came to an end.

“don’t cry over me, y/n. especially because i’m going to win. for you.” treech promised with certainty. the immense wholeheartedness of his tone brought you an ounce of optimism, and you couldn’t help but add on.

“i’ll be there in the arena with you. we’ll win together. and once you’re announced victor and i get the plinth prize, i can buy you and your family a way into the capitol,” you suggested. a rather farfetched idea, but desperation and maybe even love had clouded your vision and infiltrated your thoughts. you shouldn’t allow your fantasies to get the best of you, but they all seemed too real as treech became an honest contender to win the tenth annual hunger games. he humored your idea, even though it may not have been possible, as he reached for your hand, squeezing it firmly. his calloused palm, having seen years of labor and hardships, juxtaposed against your softer one. the feeling truly highlighted the difference in your upbringing compared to his own. never had your living conditions led you to have to get a job, or even consider it. you couldn’t imagine having to do so for years in order to make ends meet. it hurt you that treech was not able to make the most of his childhood.

you and treech had come a long way since the first time you had met him at the zoo. two weeks may not have been that long of a time, but it seemed like an eternity to the two of you, as each day you grew closer to the boy. he seemed to warm up to you more and more with each gift and lingering touch you had left him. originally, treech was quite cautious of you. he didn’t think he could trust you, knowing you were capitol, supposedly endorsing the very systems that wanted to kill him, while still claiming to want to help him. but over the course of the twelve days treech had spent in the capitol, more vulnerable than ever, he realized that not every citizen there had as much ill intent as he once believed, or at least, you didn’t. you too discovered that the district people were not at all like the animals your family made them out to be. they were humans, like yourself. of course, you had been wary when your parents made claims of the district people drinking blood and turning to means of savagery, but it had always lingered in the back of your mind. that was, until you met your tribute. the boy like quality of his aura diminished any doubt you had left of the children being bestial, replaced by guilt that you had ever felt that way in the first place.

as his hands entwined with yours, you managed to slip your silver bracelet onto his wrist, something you had been waiting for the perfect time to do. treech looked at you with confusion. “it’s my good luck charm,” you explained, as he inspected the jewelry. “it may just be like a placebo effect or something, but it helps me feel better. i want you to have it. as a loan. you can return it to me once you win the games.” you claimed, ever so confident of your statement.

“you’re all i’m going to think about in there.” treech admitted. in that moment, your temptations overcame you, and you gave into the desire to kiss the boy. sure, it was rather uncomfortable for the both of you, necks strained as you both tried to reach the other through the bars, but none of that mattered the moment his lips met yours. the feeling alone sent sparks through your body. you felt reenergized, now more than ever as his kiss breathed new purpose into you. when he pulled away, you were left hungry for more.

“we can pick this back up after the games,” treech promised you, giving you one last knowing glance before the two of you parted ways. the games would commence, but underneath all of your anxiousness, a flicker of hope had sparked.

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thecrystalquill · 5 months

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A/N: Chapter Eleven of our Addams Family/Harry Potter crossover! Leave a like when you reach the end :)

Masterlist Series Masterlist Important Introduction Your First Year Hogwarts Letter

Chapter Eleven ~ The Match

(Y/N) awoke the next day feeling exhausted. She’d slept through the whole night, the eventful séance drained her well enough, but her sleep was light and restless; she’d woken up at least four times before morning, and the sleep barely seemed to rid the low-energy ache from her body. Surely this wasn’t normal, she’d thought, Mother never seems so tired after a séance, in fact, she’s usually in a better mood after the Communication than before.

(Y/N) spent most of the morning in her room, putting away any of her Divine equipment she’d missed and lighting various herbs around the room to dispel whatever it was in the room that made her feel so… watched. Her roommates had left for breakfast already when she’d woken up for the final time, and now she had nothing but the cats to fill the silence of the dorm. She still thought the silence a little strange; her entire life she’d had one bedroom, with large windows that gave her a haunted view of the ruins of the Abbey, and the almost constant sound of birds and waves, and the occasional car horn or rowdy drunk beyond the borders of their home; but now the deep green water of the Black Lake disrupted the sunrays as they found their way into her room, painting the walls in shimmery ever-moving green light, and filtering out all noises from beyond save but the odd fish swimming by. Boring old ‘safe’ fish too, not even a single blood-thirsty piranha. Not that she was complaining, but it was just different.

After sitting on her bed for ten minutes, staring at the wooden floor she’d sat at the night before, (Y/N) finally decided what to do now. On her desk by the nearest window, Jinx sat atop the little basket that held her papers, lazily chewing on the end of a pencil. She picked him up and sat him on her bed nicely, taking the pencil from between his paws. “Oh stop that, Jinx, you can’t eat the pencils.” She scolded as she put it in a junk draw, then she fumbled about for a moment before returning with what looked like a rib bone from a small animal. “Here you go,” she smiled and rubbed his head as the little black cat started to gnaw on the end.

With her desk now clear of distractions, (Y/N) pulled open the middle draw in front of her seat and took out the large black journal her father had gifted her. She’d written in it as much as possible, almost every night since she’d gotten it, the white ink standing out beautifully on the black pages. Uncapping her ink and setting down her quill, (Y/N) ran her hand over the bulbous leather over the reptilian yellow eye, waiting for it to recognise her and open up its secure talons, she then began flipping through the book until she reached the next blank pages, always a full blank page between entries.

She began to write the events of Hallowe’en night in excruciating detail, everything from the letter her family had sent all the way to the séance. Not a thing was missed out, anything that may or may not have been of even the slightest importance. Surely these weren’t the effects of her sudden lack of coffee. But most importantly, of course, she made the voice very clear, and his words that hadn’t ceased to repeat in her head over and over and over. Addams… I’ve been waiting… Find…

Whoever it was had made it pretty clear that they’d been expecting an opportunity to visit. They knew her name, her presence; shown her images that came back to her in her sleep – she took some charcoal and paper and sketched to the best of her abilities exactly what she saw, but none of the pictures looked quite right; dozens of crumpled up papers littered her floor with every attempt but she hadn’t the skill to transfer what came to mind onto paper. Eventually she gave up and selected the best few to fold into the pages of her diary, at least they were better than nothing, better than forgetting. And once she’d put it all onto the pages of her entry, she read it and re-read it just to be sure she really did have it all down. Still, one question kept coming back to her above all others: find what?

The loud slamming open of the door startled her half-out of her seat as she scrambled to close and put away her book back in its cloth-lined draw. “Heyy, yer up!” Saoirse greeted in a loud voice, soon followed by Millicent and Bridget.

“Yes, I am.” (Y/N) replied blandly, truly feeling the tiredness behind her eyes now that she was done working them over papers for an hour. The other girls eyed her cautiously, acutely aware of her dry, monotonous tone, but she simply hadn’t the energy to force pleasantness into her voice today.

Saoirse didn’t notice, or if she did she certainly didn’t react at all. She came over with an almost finished lollipop in her mouth and sat on (Y/N)’s ink black bedsheets, laughing in amusement at the bone in Jinx’ mouth. “What’s all this then?” She indicated to the balled up papers on the floor.

(Y/N) let out a sigh and gathered them all in her arms with great effort. “Nothing.” She said, then crossed the room to throw them into the seemingly ever-going fire, watching the flames rise up and eat them into ash.

“Um… are you alright?” Millicent asked meekly from her bed, holding a novel in her hands to place in her bag.

“Yeah, you look rubbish.” Saoirse said without a care as she re-tied her laces.

Bridget guffawed at the blunt statement, clearly startled and trying to cover for it. “No- I mean… what she means is” she began, not noticing (Y/N)’s brow twitch ever so slightly downward at the words “you just look a little...er… tired.”

(Y/N) pursed her lips and let Bridget sit in her own awkwardness for a beat or two. “I am tired.” She admitted in the same bland voice, her roommate was clearly put on edge by her inability to read anything from it.

There was a long pause of silence before Saoirse yet again came to break it. “Oh, I’ve got another lolly here if ya want it. It’s raspberry.” (Y/N) appreciated the gesture but simply shook her head and sat back in her desk chair, taking to staring out of the window in thought. Saoirse, unbothered by the lack of response, just shrugged and opened the new sweet, replacing the old one and offering it to the cat who surprisingly took it willingly.

Over a week later and (Y/N) still had gotten nowhere with the mystery of the séance. When she received another letter from home, she’d considered telling her family all about it, but there was something in her gut that told her not to. She couldn’t understand it, she’d rarely ever kept a secret from them, especially not a big one like this, but she just couldn’t bring herself to write about it all again. And then, when they asked about her Communication with her grandparents, she’d had to admit that she didn’t receive anything from either of them – not at all a lie, but certainly not the whole truth.

Find. Find. Find. Always echoing in her head but still she didn’t know what it meant – find what? What was she supposed to find?

The problem now was that she didn’t know where to start.

Almost every afternoon that week, (Y/N) had spent the time preceding dinner exploring Hogwarts’ extensive library, scouring every shelf for an answer – anything that could give her some direction. Each section of the enormous hall was dedicated to its own subject, several rows of bookcases filled to the brim with hundreds of books on each side. There were probably millions of books just within her view, and a million more deeper into the room, all stacked on polished oak cases towering high up to the arched stone ceiling.

The divination section was towards the back, dozens of shelves on countless sub-topics; there was no way she would ever be able to read them all, as much as she was tempted to try, even if she had decades to live at Hogwarts. She’d scanned through almost a full shelf of books so far; abacomancy, acultomancy, adromancy, aeromancy – she had no idea just how many methods of divination there were just beginning with A, some had several authors writing on the same subject, arachnomancy alone had fourteen different books all by different people in different decades. Though she did make a note of a couple to sneak out for Wednesday to borrow over the winter holidays. The entire bookcase it seemed was full of A’s, and her goal was to get through a letter a week, if she could.

Not every book, of course, but maybe she could manage to scan a little bit of each subject.

She was currently making her way through Aruspicina: Study of Entrails by Vultura Drip, taking notes on anything that could possibly be of use in the muggle notebook she brought with her, pencil writing as fast as it could.

Soairse had decided to keep her company, along with her new friend – Rahim, a shy Ravenclaw boy in their year – she knew from DADA. He was a timid boy, small and lanky; polite, too. (Y/N) had half expected him to run when he saw the gruesome topics she was studying, but though his eyes were wide and voice quiet he’d surprised her when he stayed. Soairse seemed to have good taste.

Right now, Rahim was helping Soairse with her essay on the Verdimillius spell, in return for her detailed notes on their last charms lesson. “So the circular motion will create a green light to…?” He quizzed after she’d finished writing on the first use of the spell.

Saoirse thought for a moment, pulling the feathers of her quill apart. “Um… reveal… oh I know this…” she struggled, looking to the ceiling as if the answer was written up there, perhaps it was, because her thoughts soon came to her. “Oh! It reveals objects hidden by Dark Magic!” She beamed, dipping her quill in the ink well as he praised her and overlooked her writing.

Skimming over the last chapter on aruspicina, (Y/N) gave a huff of both exasperation and relief as she finally closed the heavy cover and placed the book on the pile of read books. The dread of never completing her personal task on top of her quickly piling homeworks was beginning to get to her, and she wanted nothing more than to pretend this whole thing had never happened, but she knew that would get her nowhere. She simply wouldn’t give up so soon.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Saoirse said in a voice just a touch too loud for a library, successfully gaining her roommate’s attention. “Are we going to the game tomorrow?” She asked with a nod of her head in Rahim’s direction, indicating that this was their new topic of conversation. For a second, (Y/N) pondered how Saoirse had known she’d faded out of focus.

“Game?” (Y/N) asked tiredly, pulling another large book in front of her, Auramancy and the Third Eye by Hugh Oculus.

“Gryffindor versus Slytherin,” Rahim explained, still shy as he let his black hair fall in front of his eyes slightly, subconsciously hiding his face, “It’s the first Quidditch match of the year… pretty much everyone’s going.”

She considered this for a moment, fully tearing her eyes away from the page of her eleventh book of the day (she probably couldn’t recall half of what she’d hurriedly read over in the last few hours, thank Hades for the spiral notebook her mother sent). “Well, I wasn’t planning on it, but if you want to go--”

“Oh good!” Saoirse interrupted, assuming (incorrectly) that the answer was a yes. “It’s gonna be so much fun – Bridget said we’re all painting our nails tonight, she’s got loads’a colours but we’ll probably all do greens, right?” She continued in her excitement, and (Y/N) really wanted to protest, to say that she actually intended to stay in the library, but strangely enough she just didn’t want to disappoint her only true ally in the country. “I’ve never seen a Quidditch match before, have you? I heard it’s pretty dangerous, Bridget told me there was a game in – I dunno, fifteen-somethin’ – where a Seeker – the little guy looking for the gold ball – got his head knocked clean off by a Bludger! So if it’s anythin’ like that you’ll definitely enjoy it. Maybe if you catch the head it’s good luck!”

Well, perhaps the break would so her some good.

There was something about Professor Quirrell that gave (Y/N) an uneasy feeling. Perhaps it was the awkward hunch of his shoulders, or the unignorable stutters of every other word he spoke – but there was definitely something that wasn’t quite right.

“Yes, very g-good, Miss-s Granger.” The man praised by his desk, holding his wand tight as he made small gestures about and adjusted his purple turban. “W-w-will p-power is v-vit-t-t-tal in an-n-ny sp-spellwork, if y-y-y-you d-d-don’t will it to-to work, then-n it w-won’t-t.”

The stutter may have been the first thing to tip her off, (Y/N) decided; she’d known plenty of people with various speech impediments, some were psychological and some were not, and though they were all slightly different for everyone, Quirrell’s stutter just seemed off. It was too… exaggerated. Too dramatic, even. But perhaps she was wrong, he’d certainly earned the trust and sympathy of most of Hogwarts.

From her seat at the back of the room, (Y/N) could see very little, but the shadows gave her a certain comfort, like a cold blanket prickling her skin. Perhaps it was just Quirrell’s presence that gave it its unsettling aura, or perhaps it was one of the dangerous artefacts displayed on the wall by his desk, but she didn’t like it at all.

She might have thought it was all in her head and never thought of it again, but for the first few weeks of school (Y/N) knew that Harry Potter had sat in the front row, and then after a series of headaches and squirming uncomfortably each time the professor walked by, she couldn’t help but notice that Harry had moved to the back of the room in the other corner, where he sat now rubbing his forehead. It was all very strange, but she couldn’t help but be intrigued.

No one else seemed to be bothered, though, and she still wasn’t sure why she felt so strange around the professor; after all, he was a Hogwarts professor, he had to have been hired for a reason. Maybe she was just overthinking things – her terrible sleep, late nights, and constant obsession with her Message From Beyond had her brain all fried and scrambled. And despite all that was going on, she really was looking forward to the Quidditch game the next day. (Y/N) had never seen a Quidditch game before, the generations of separation between the wizarding world and her family meant that none of the Addams clan had been so lucky, but from the sounds of things it all seemed rather exciting. And she knew she could use the mental break.

“N-no, no hom-mework-k-k t-today,” she heard Quirrell say from his board, “j-just r-review this ch-ch-chapter.” Was it really just her, or was his stutter getting worse?

The class was dismissed and everyone filtered out of the room, all eager to get on with their day now that classes were over. The whole school was buzzing with excitement for the match, cheering and bantering in the hallways; it was actually a little annoying, especially when being very young and small and trying to get through unscathed. Unfortunately for her, many students seemed to be heading to the library, probably to get the quickly piling homework out of the way before the weekend began.

A lot of the desks of the library were occupied, groups of friends studying together and whispering and murmuring quietly. Not quietly enough for her liking, but there was nothing (Y/N) could truly complain about.

(Y/N) continued her regular path deeper into the library, footsteps quiet as a cat’s. She was almost done with the shelf she was working through, but she still had a long way to go. So far she had gathered nothing of much use for her investigation, only interesting facts and notes, though she had made a whole list of books to inquire about borrowing for the holidays.

“Are you sure there’s not another copy?” A familiar voice came from the other side of her path, (Y/N) looked over the study desks and spotted the intrusion.

“Yes, I’m sure. You already asked Pince and I’ve checked the shelf over twice now.” A girl said, crossing her arms at Harry. “You don’t need to read the rest, you know what you’re doing.”

Not paying attention to where she was walking, (Y/N) carried on past and almost slipped on something. She stopped to get her balance for a moment before she looked down. There under the sole of her shiny black Mary-Jane was a wand. Picking it up, she scanned the surrounding area before huffing in displeasure; she knew exactly who it belonged to.

(Y/N) turned with the wand in hand, tensing her jaw and thinking over what to say. She approached the desk at her usual pace, clearing her throat lightly. It made them jump, all three halting their conversation and staring at her with wide eyes. She sometimes forgets how much people let their guard down around here. “I think this fell out of your bag.” She stated to Ron, glancing at the tatty, open satchel that lay on the floor by his chair.

“Oh…” he said as he took it from her hand, eyeing her with suspicion, “thanks.”

She nodded curtly, not liking the way he always seemed to look at her, then faced Harry. “Good luck tomorrow.” (Y/N) said, polite but uncaring, seeing him about to reply, but she was too tired to make polite and unnecessary conversation at the moment. So instead, she simply walked away back to where she was going, turning the hurt into anger. It was them who didn’t want her acquaintance, after all. She’d made plenty of efforts to be nice, and if they didn’t want to reciprocate then that was just fine. She’d said it before: friends were overrated, and she’d meant it for a reason.

Finally stood before the first towering bookcase on Divination, (Y/N) put last night’s books back where they belonged and snatched up an arm-full of new ones to place on the nearest desk. She put all remaining thoughts aside and decided she had better concentrate; she had a lot to do if she wanted to be done on time.

The Slytherin common room was truly an architectural masterpiece, with its detailed stone carvings and shiny marble pillars, and it was such a shame that (Y/N) had spent so little time in there. It was already the beginning of November and she’d only sat in there once or twice quite briefly; she didn’t let it show, but she never liked the way people would stare at her. The last time she’d taken a seat, she found it impossible to ignore the looks and unsubtle whispers, talking about her clothes and her books and her name; she felt like a zoo animal in an enclosure, like a viper behind a glass window, wishing it could sink its fangs into them while they pointed and gossiped.

But this evening felt different. While some people still gave her looks or made comments to their friends, most were too busy enjoying the pre-match excitement, patting the Slytherin team on their backs and boosting their egos. And she wasn’t sat on her own this time, the girls and some of their friends were sat on the plush green carpet with her, all with cushions under them for a little extra comfort, talking and chatting like friends do. She didn’t feel like she had to fend for herself this time, watching from the side. So perhaps acquaintances, perhaps friends, weren’t all that useless. Perhaps.

There was a spread of various finger-foods that they’d all gathered from the Great Hall during dinner; chips, fruit, sausages, crackers, cheeses, quiche, treacle tarts, anything that anyone thought to grab. The group were sat behind the leather sofa in the shadow of the fire, eight of them making a circle around the food and bottles of nail polish and things so no one would topple over them. Someone had pulled the rug over from another corner of the room, and they were all grateful for it, as warm as the fire was, the stone floor was always freezing.

“Which do you want on your toes?” Millicent asked from (Y/N)’s left, her back to the fire as she held up Bridget’s neatly organised box of varnish.

(Y/N) didn’t really want her toenails painted, but she’d promised herself to make the most of the experience – Saoirse had said it was very important bonding, and (Y/N) supposed it was logical to form bonds with the girls she shared a room with. So, reluctantly, she agreed. “I’ll have the black.” She answered as she tried a treacle tart; too sweet for her liking, but sickly enough to grow on her.

“But we’re all doing greens and silvers!” Bridget protested from across the circle as she painted a coat of emerald on Charlie Salve’s right hand.

Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) repressed a groan as she leaned against the back of the sofa, taking off her slippers and sitting still as Millicent began to apply the shiny black. “Fine,” she sighed with a turn of her page of Studies in Avimancy by Amanda Plume, “I’ll have green on my fingers.”

Saoirse snickered under her breath, making the girls look her way with curiosity. “Green fingers, green thumbs.” She giggled with a shrug, earning a few confused laughs. The way this girl’s brain worked, they may never understand.

“Hey,” they heard from the sofa, gaining the group’s attention; one of the fifth year boys that occupied the settee was leaning over the back and pointing at the spread, “can I have one of those?” He asked, grinning at Saoirse as she picked up a quiche and handed it up to him, thanking her as he went back. Food truly could bring people together.

And perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad if (Y/N) accepted their invitation to sit down in the common room with them every so often.

The Quidditch match started early, a light mist was still hovering over the dewy green grass of the pitch when everyone was gathered for breakfast, faces painted and all ready. Millicent and Bridget had explained that some games could go on for days, or even weeks, because the game wouldn’t be stopped until the Snitch was caught.

It was a cold morning, as all Scottish Novembers were, and a lovely chill settled in (Y/N)’s bones. She and her roommates were looking for seats on the tall viewing stands, the whole thing covered in green and silver banners, and people were waving flags and signs all over the place to show their support. The crowd was just a sea of greens, even Bridget had painted half of her face, and continued to grumble when (Y/N) had refused to do the same (but she did bring some spare face paint, just in case she changed her mind). She may have refused the face paint and bright green jumpers, but (Y/N) relented enough to wear her Slytherin scarf – it was, after all, a very nice scarf and a very cold day.

There was enough room at the end of the centre row of the stand, right next to a group holding a green banner with silver letters: ‘SLYTHERIN FOR THE WIN!”, it read, with a charmed hissing snake for the ‘S’.

The girls sat down and (Y/N) waited to get the end seat, holding her new camera up to test its lens; she had promised to send some photos to her family, and she was especially excited to do so because it was one they had bought from Diagon Alley, and Quidditch was the perfect chance to get good shots for the moving pictures. She adjusted the lens to get the perfect angle of the pitch, marvelling at how high they were and the sheer enormity of the pitch. Then just after the first click of the button, an unfortunate face blocked her view of the goal hoops.

“Malfoy,” she cursed, bringing her camera down to her lap, “you ruined my picture!” She complained loudly enough so he could hear her. Looking into the camera to find his horrid little face walking in front of her view, the background blurring behind him.

The blond boy laughed at her, squinting his eyes at her annoyed face. “You should be thanking me,” he had the audacity to say, snapping his fingers at the people in front of them to move up for him and his friends, “now you have a picture people will actually want to look at.” He smirked, the green and silver flags on his cheeks moving with the action. Unfortunately, he proceeded to sit down on the bench in front of her, grabbing the binoculars from Goyle’s hands.

(Y/N) scoffed, resisting the urge to kick him in the back of his head – it would be so easy, and definitely worth it. “Who on Earth would pay to see your ugly mug? Your mother doesn’t count, y’know.” She retaliated, taking pride in the anger on his face when her friends started to giggle; Millicent and Bridget might have had the sense to hide it, but Saoirse laughed loudly, head thrown back and arm on her belly.

“I’ll have you know there’s plenty of people who would,” he snapped, cringing slightly at his foolish answer, knowing he’d already lost with it.

(Y/N) crossed her arms. “You’re right, I’m sure there’s plenty of scientists who’d jump at the chance to study you.”

Mouth curling into a sneer, Malfoy was about to flounder for a clever response when the crowds broke out into tremendous cheering, all standing to watch. They all turned to face to pitch and saw that the teams were walking onto the field, brooms in hand. It was almost impossible to hear anything, so Malfoy sent one last pitiful attempt at a glare and faced the front, holding his binoculars up.

(Y/N) and her friends stood on their bench to get a better view over the crowd, watching as Madame Hooch lectured the teams. It was quite brilliant just how many people had gathered, waving banners and screaming. Oh, how (Y/N) had missed the sounds of screams (she really must remember to practice her knife throwing before she returns home).

The teams mounted their brooms and with the sound of a whistle the Quaffle was tossed into the air. “And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor -” the commentator announced over a microphone from the staff stands “-and what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too--”

“JORDAN!” He was interrupted in the background of the speaker by an angered Professor McGonagall, apologising to her immediately for his inappropriate comment.

The Chasers were flying to and fro at marvellous speeds, Gryffindor doing quite a bit better than Slytherin so far; their Chasers, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, working together like they shared one mind. They were level with the tall stands, ducking and weaving around the other team and dodging Bludgers with skills (Y/N) had never seen before. Spinnet stole the Quaffle from Slytherin’s Captain, speeding towards their goal, before she was knocked back by a Bludger sent by one of the Beaters, though she wasn’t sure who. The Commentator winced over the mic. (Y/N) was amazed she hadn’t been knocked off of her broom, being hit by a solid ball of iron going about thirty miles per hour… were witches harder to kill than muggles?

Gryffindor scored the first goal, thanks to one of the twin Beaters slamming a Bludger into Adrian Pucey. It looked rather fun, swatting them down like flies. (Y/N) had never seen a sport so violent, and everyone was loving it. She got the best photo of Pucey as the ball slammed into his gut, winding him as he nearly lost his balance and fell to his death. The Seekers were floating high above the chaos, looking around for a glint of gold that was nowhere in sight while their teammates racked up the points. A Bludger was shot up there once, almost knocking Harry Potter off, but a Gryffindor Beater had seen it coming and flew up to shoot it back down, stopping for a second to chat, it seemed. Harry looked very small all the way up there, already being the smallest and youngest of any of the teams, a little red dot above the crowds. But he hadn’t been injured yet, so that was something.

The game had been going for over an hour then, when the Commentator distracted Pucey on his way with the Quaffle. “-is that the Snitch?” He’d said, sending excited murmurs through the stands as everyone tried to spot it. Pucey dropped the Quaffle as a flicker of gold shot passed his ear. He’d surely be paying for that later.

The Seekers dived after the Snitch, weaving through the Chasers who’d all stopped to watch, eager to see how Harry would do for his first game. Slytherin’s Higgs had the experience and had won many games over the years, but Harry was small and light, and he soon got ahead of his opponent. (Y/N) raised her camera, following them as they sped forward, her camera clicked and Marcus Flint blocked Harry’s path, sending crowds shouting in anger. Slytherin cheered as Harry was knocked off course, rooting for Higgs to catch up, but the Snitch was out of sight.

Hooch flew up on her broom, scolding Slytherin’s Captain for the foul, and giving Gryffindor a free shot. (Y/N) pursed her lips into a frown – honestly, you’d think if he was going to cheat he would have the sense to do it when the entire school wasn’t watching. “Why the face, Addams?” Malfoy called from in front of her, making her frown deepen; could she not enjoy one day off without him ruining her mood? “Can’t you see? Didn’t your parents send you any binoculars, or do they not sell them to Squibbs?” He taunted, waving his shiny silver binoculars in his hand.

His words lit a fire in (Y/N)’s eyes and she heard a gasp from Saoirse to her left. That obnoxious little brat had no idea just who he was messing with. “I can see perfectly fine without them. I wouldn’t want to risk sitting there looking like a withered old lady at the opera.” She said, watching him grimace and tighten his grip with reddening cheeks. She interrupted his next comment. “I suggest you choose your next words very carefully, Malfoy.” She leant down so he could hear her properly, sending a truly furious glare right through him, making it clear just how pissed she was. “Or I promise you, I’ll make you regret it.” Her voice was low and serious, looking down on him like a bug she wanted to squish beneath her shoe and wipe on the curb. It was a promise she intended to keep.

Malfoy’s eyes widened slightly, seeming to realise just how badly he’d screwed up. All of the nasty rumours about her were no doubt coming to mind, and the fear that flashed across his face was almost satisfaction enough. He stood back from her and scoffed to his friends, obviously acting unbothered in front of them. “Whatever.” He huffed, but turned back and said nothing more, just pushing his binoculars into Goyle’s arms.

The game had resumed and Gryffindor’s Spinnet scored the free goal with no problems. As delightful as the game was, (Y/N) found the Commentator to be one of the most entertaining parts of the game, especially now as he struggled to contain his bias, earning multiple scolds from McGonagall. “Alright, alright. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I’m sure-”

Saoirse offered some hot chips to (Y/N), where she had been hiding them she couldn’t be sure, and continued to wave her flag in her other hand. “Quidditch is class! I’m so glad we came!” She yelled with a beaming grin.

(Y/N) nodded, blowing some hair that had fallen loose from her French-braid out of her eyes. “Surprisingly, I think I’ll have to agree.” She answered, accepting a chip and looking back to the match. She snapped a photo of one of the Beaters batting a Bludger then turned back to Saoirse. “I’m gonna try to get some photos from lower down,” she said, then unwrapped her scarf from over her shoulder to let it hang down at either side of her camera which she hanged from her neck.

Pushing her way through the stands, she soon came to the exit and descended down the stairs, looking for the perfect angle to snap a photo from lower down. Just as she adjusted her lens to take another shot of the Seekers, she saw Harry lurch forward suddenly on his broom. The camera clicked, capturing the odd movement and Harry’s shock as he gripped his Nimbus tighter. The Slytherins just above her were cheering as the team scored another goal, not seeming to notice the newest Seeker flying all over the place. (Y/N) frowned and raised her camera again, peering through to see Harry’s panic stricken face as his broom tried to buck him off like a wild bull. It certainly wasn’t normal.

How had no one noticed? Surely brooms didn’t regularly behave like untamed beasts. (Y/N) felt her heart jump in concern as Harry nearly lost his grip; sure, they weren’t on any terms at the moment, he’d rejected her friendship without even a word about it the minute she was sorted into Slytherin, and it absolutely was not her fault – but that didn’t mean she wanted him falling to his death any time soon. It wasn’t like when she pushed Wednesday out of the belfry window, Harry was much higher up and he’d get much more than a concussion and broken leg from this height. But what could she do?

(Y/N) used her camera to scan the crowds, trying to see if anyone had noticed. The teachers hadn’t seemed to notice, all watching the Chasers and Beaters and talking excitedly. Her camera clicked accidentally before she pulled away, then she looked towards the Gryffindor stands. Right at the front was Ron and the girl from the library holding a hand-painted ‘Potter for President’ banner with a red lion on it, looking around frantically. So at least someone noticed.

Just then she heard the whole crowds gasping, and (Y/N) rushed to point her camera back at Harry, only to see him spinning around on his broom uncontrollably, and hanging on for life when it gave another sharp jerk. Everyone was shouting and gasping at the sight, wondering what the hell was going on; (Y/N) looked back to the staff stands to see what they were doing about it, surely they’d call off the game, or get a net or something. No, they’d just stood up and began talking and gawking and doing nothing of any real use. Great.

Harry’s teammates tried to help him, but as soon as they got close the broom moved away and started to try to throw him off again. Then (Y/N) looked back to the Gryffindor stands, hoping for any indication that someone was going to help, and she noticed that the bushy-haired girl had disappeared from the stands. Curious, (Y/N) used her camera to try to spot the girl, soon seeing her making her way down the stairs in a rush. And for whatever reason, morbid curiosity perhaps, (Y/N) rushed to follow.

She was heading towards the teachers’ stands, and (Y/N) wrapped her black coat tighter around her and ran to catch up. The Gryffindor girl was just beneath the benches when she’d finally caught up, panting as quietly as she could. “What are you doing?” (Y/N) asked, startling the girl.

She turned to (Y/N) in panic and fear, looking like she’d just been caught doing something terrible. (Y/N) liked that. “I-I- what are you doing?” She asked in a hurry, obviously wishing (Y/N) would go.

“Well no one was doing anything to help, then I saw you run over here and decided to come.” (Y/N) explained, hearing the crowd gasp again. Both girls turned to peek between the gaps of the teachers’ feet, seeing Harry being carried higher and the twins circling beneath him. “Whatever you’re planning to do down here, you’d better do it fast.” She said, coming closer to the Gryffindor and meeting her panicked stare, trying her best to give a look that said ‘you can trust me’.

The girl gritted her teeth in frustration and seemed to think as quickly as possible, glancing at (Y/N)’s Slytherin scarf before relenting as the crowd shrieked again. “It’s Snape.” She explained, making (Y/N) frown in confusion. “He’s interfering with Harry’s broom using Dark Magic. We saw him chanting and not breaking eye-contact.” She rushed out, pointing up at the black cape and trousers by her head. She was right, Snape was doing exactly that. “We need to break his concentration!” She said, voice strained with panic.

Things were getting far more interesting with every week, it seemed. “Okay.” (Y/N) nodded, rummaging in her pocket for a second before producing a pack of matches with a grin. “This should do it.” She said, taking five matches and lighting them quickly, running the growing flames along Snape’s cloak. The girl looked at her in shock at the fire grew, crossing her fingers. But the girls were let down when the flames quickly went out on the bottom of the damp fabric. (Y/N) tried again and again, but it was no use, she couldn’t get it to light for more than a few seconds. “It’s not working!” She groaned, just about to light a match and put it in the box with the others to set under his trousers when the Gryffindor told her to stop.

“Wait, let me, I know what to do.” She said, stepping forward and pulling her wand from her pocket. She did a funny little gesture and whispered clearly. “Incendio.”

It took barely even a second for the flames to magically climb up Snape’s cloak, unbothered by the damp spots. “I warmed it up for you,” (Y/N) muttered, sending the girl a smirk. Some seconds later, Snape let out a yell and stumbled back, knocking people over and he tried to stomp out the fire. Snickering, (Y/N) decided to run before they got caught. “Come on!” She said and rushed the girl back down the steps.

They stopped at the bottom just in time to see Harry safely in control of his broom. He’d swooped down low and they saw him tumble onto the pitch on all fours, looking like he was going to be sick. He coughed and hacked into his hand, and then waved his arm in the air, revealing the Snitch. The crowd cheered as the Commentator announced Gryffindor’s win, abnners and flags flying everywhere. “I was right.” The girl said proudly, sending a glare up to the teachers’ stands.

(Y/N) tried not to laugh, nudging the girl in the arm. “And a good thing, too. Otherwise you just committed first degree arson on a teacher for nothing.” She said, watching the girl’s eyes widen in horror. (Y/N) shook her head and held out her hand. “I’m (Y/N) Addams, by the way.”

The Gryffindor hesitated for a second, then clutched the offered hand in her own. “Hermione Granger.”

(Y/N) let herself succumb to a devilish grin. “Hermione, we’re going to be very good friends.”

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bagopucks · 1 year

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N. Hischier - Smile Again

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Nico Hischier x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

She’s a long one, with a possible part 2

Warning(s): depression, talk of injury, not eating?

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Work is exhausting. That much, is apparent to me. I don’t know why it has to be so tiresome. I don’t know why I ever thought traveling would be so much fun. I enjoyed it at first. I loved it even. Being an architectural drafter was a dream I’d had since I was old enough to develop decent art skills. I grew up in a small city in Ohio, Wheeling. The buildings were known for their old exterior and design. I used to walk the streets of that city after school with my brother on the way home. I used to jerk on his arm and stop him to point out the designs and colors.

Traveling, at one point, had been my favorite part of the job. After graduating from college with a degree in my field, I found a company in New Jersey that I loved. I hadn’t been thrilled about the location, but I was willing to make sacrifices for the income and the dream of doing what I loved. I’ve only been out of the country once, and in many states aside from where I currently reside. The coasts were my favorite. But traveling quickly lost its luster when I met Nico. My brother had been in town visiting, and with the Blue Jackets playing the Devils on one of the evenings he was there, he decided to buy tickets and take me. I grew up in a sports family, and I was particularly fond of football, but hockey was never my style per se. After the Devils won, my brother insisted we go out to grab a bite to eat in the cultural district of the city. A place that had some of the most wonderful food I’ve ever eaten.

I met Nico in an Italian restaurant. A mom and pop type of location. I don’t know what possessed me to interrupt his meal, but he’d been alone, and he was beautiful under the soft warm glow of a half burnt out light bulb overhead. My brother looked horrified when I went to speak to the dark haired man, but I hadn’t realized until later that evening, that my brother hadn’t been horrified, he’d been betrayed. He had the same look on his face when I told him Nico and I had gotten together. It made Nico giggle.

Traveling was something Nico was used to. Something he had a love hate relationship with, as did I. He loved traveling to experience new cultures in the states. He loved the foods and trying to find places that reminded him of Sweden. He enjoyed finding me little gifts and postcards. His favorite routine he’d fallen into, was trying to find my name on the little necklaces and license plates that souvenir stores have. Some days he is lucky, and others he is not. But it gives us something more to look forward to when he arrives home.

With his most recent injury though, it has been me who is trying and failing again and again to find his name on anything. Nico had broken his ankle about a week ago. And in that week, I’d done my best to look after him and keep him distracted. Nothing pains him more to be away from his team and his career. But when I was informed that I would be traveling again, for a special project, my heart sank. I used to love traveling. Now I love Nico. And to leave him in a time of need.. it hurt to think about.

When I broke the news to him, he put on a brave face. He pursed his lips and nodded up at me from the couch. I could hear Adam Sandler yelling at a golf ball from the iPad on his lap while the gears in his head seemed to turn. He’d always been insistent that the huge flat screen on the wall was never close enough to enjoy each and every little detail. Sometimes I wondered if he needed glasses. In this moment, I wondered if he would need a better support system. I ended up on the couch with him that night, leaning back against the arm rest at one end, with Nico laying between my legs, his head resting against my chest while he finished his movie and picked another. By the time we slinked off to bed, I could tell the news had finally sank in. I felt too guilty to hold him. Too horrible to even ask for affection before I left. So I slept facing away from him while he stared at the back of my head and tried to find a way to ask if I could stay.

Nico never came up with anything. By the morning, I was packed, had kissed my boyfriend goodbye, and slipped out the door. Before I boarded my flight, I made sure to text Jack and remind him to check up on Nico here and there, and even offer to get him out of the house. As long as it wasn’t for hockey. Nico called the first few nights, and texted me nonstop, but eventually his attempts to reach out had dwindled. I feared that he had gotten sick of the long distance. Despite the fact that he is always the one away for work, I couldn’t shake the feeling that me being gone caused him to feel some form of neglect. I reached out to ask how he was doing a few times, but overall I gave him his space for the remainder of the week. By Saturday, today, I was shaking in my boots- trying to get him to answer the phone. What if he wasn’t okay? What if he hated me for leaving?

I only asked Jack twice over the time I’d been gone, how Nico was. And each time, the middle Hughes brother had responded with, ‘he’s doing good.’ No more, no less. I didn’t know that they hadn’t actually spent any time together. I knew I couldn’t text Jack today though, because he was at a morning skate. Instead, I focused my nerves on my bouncing knees and endless flight snacks. And Tetris. Once I landed, I had found an Uber and told the man up front my address. Usually I’d ask someone to pick me up, but my mind was hyper focused on Nico, and an Uber would get me to him faster than one of his teammates.

I tried texting one last time, hopeful that this one would warrant a response: Hey, Nix! I’m on my way home from the airport. Be there in 10.

I went the full ten minutes frantically checking my phone every time I psyched myself into feeling a buzz or hearing a ding. I never got a response.

The moment the taxi pulled over, I already had money in my hand, rushing the words ‘keep the change’ out of my mouth as I scrambled out of the car and dragged my suitcase and laptop bag with me. A wheel on my suitcase broke off when the bag nicked the curb, causing curses to fall from my lips as I spared one look at the lost piece of my unnecessarily expensive bag. One look was all it got, before I was dashing inside the apartment complex I’d known for a year. I almost took the steps before talking myself down from the adrenaline. You’d never get up to your floor before passing out. It was a trip that would have been faster for Nico and his strong legs, but not me. So I waited uncomfortably in the elevator, alongside an elderly woman who wore such a bright smile it made me want to ask her how she could be so happy in a situation like this.

“I swear, suitcases just fall apart at horrible times. Don’t they?” The woman spoke up, and I finally turned my head to look at her. She had blonde but greying hair. Shorter than me- though we’d be close to the same height if I wasn’t wearing converses with thick soles. Perhaps in her 50’s. She was wearing a smile on pink painted lips that matched her bright pink shirt. Her clothes were nothing special, but she looked like a supermodel in that outfit compared to Nico’s navy sweatpants that I wore- and the dark green crop top that was wrinkled everywhere. “There’s a place at the mall that sells great bags. A lot more durable than that piece of junk.”

I could tell she wasn’t trying to be rude, merely insulting a bag that had the audacity to lose a piece of itself when it was needed most. I didn’t realize that my boyfriend was in the same situation in a room up above. I huffed out a ‘thank you’ when the elevator doors opened, stepping out and making a sharp turn down the hall, jogging with the weight of two bags holding me down. The second I got to the apartment door, I dropped my laptop bag. Not my brightest moment.. but Nico.

I fished in my pockets for the keys to the door before finding them, my hands shaking as my anxieties bubbled over the edge of my emotional dam. After I got the door unlocked, I grabbed my laptop bag, moving it maybe a foot from outside of the door to the inside, before dropping it on the floor and setting my suitcase down. The broken wheel was long forgotten until the suitcase fell with a hard slam, the sound echoing through the eerily quiet and dark apartment. I let the door swing shut behind me, fear and hesitance filling my chest as I examined the area around me.

“Nico?” Maybe he wasn’t home. My eyes flickered toward the mat that sat beside the door frame. Nico’s favorite shoes were still there. I looked toward the living room to my left, taking notice of the way the blinds were overlapped to minimize the amount of light that came through. I made my way over to the couch, snatching up the unfolded blanket and the iPad left out. “Nico!” I called again, this time a little more forcefully. Maybe he’d rear his head if he thought I was mad.

He did not. I finally decided to face my fears, holding me back from trudging down the hall to find him. What was I so afraid of? “Baby, I’m home.” I let out a soft sigh, the blanket I held dragging the ground like a child going to find their mother in the night. I peeked into the bathroom, not a single thing out of place. I stopped by the small guest room -which we turned into a reading room of sorts- but he wasn’t in there either. I should have assumed he was in our bedroom. It was the only door in the apartment that was closed. I adopted a much quieter step as I twisted the doorknob, pushing the white barrier open, wincing at the creak.

“Nico.” I whispered this time, wondering if maybe he was asleep. But the blankets on our bed were a holy mess.. and nowhere to be found was my devil. So I left the iPad and blanket on the bed, and checked the master bathroom. Nothing. Not even a towel on the floor. Which he was guilty of leaving from time to time. As I went to close the bathroom door, I finally heard a shuffle- my head whipping as the rest of my body turned to look back into the bedroom. A pair of feet finally appeared from behind the corner of the bed. Silence followed the shuffle, and movement ceased. Relief flooded my system for a solid second before I began to wonder why he was laying on the floor. I cautiously made my way around the bed, leaning forward to see him before I even crossed the room. My heart broke.

Of all the time I’d known Nico, I’ve only ever seen him truly upset maybe a handful of times. He’s a sweet man. A caring one. A driven one. He doesn’t like to open up, and I can understand. Nobody likes to feel like a bother. But this look? A glazed over, empty, lost look.. it was not something I’d ever known his face to hold. He was curled up on the floor, wearing an old teal sweatshirt of mine that I bought in college. It was meant to be over sized on me, but on him it fit just right. He had on a pair of sweats as well, one pant leg bunched up to his knee -so it wouldn’t bother his cast- while the other was just above his ankle. I would have assumed he just took the best nap of his life, but the darkness under his eyes accompanied by red let me know that he hadn’t slept in a while.

I questioned if Nico had earbuds in, but I couldn’t see from the way the hood of my sweatshirt was pulled over his head. I carefully stepped over him, my heart clenching as I slowly knelt down, reaching out to gently pull the hood from Nico’s head. No earbuds, and completely unresponsive. “Nico, baby. What are you doing?” My words were soft, slowly sitting down as I ran my hand through his hair, grimacing momentarily at the feeling of it. My fingers caught in a few tangles, and what was once silky smooth was now greasy. His eyes seemed to reluctantly meet mine, hopeless and yet asking for answers I couldn’t provide. I realized that just as I didn’t know what was going on, he didn’t seem to either. But he wouldn’t talk to me. And then I realized-

My college roommate used to have similar behaviors. Sometimes she would get that dazed and lost look in her eyes. Like she didn’t know what she was living for. Like she had lost a piece of herself and didn’t have the strength to fight to have it back. When she opened up, she called them depressive episodes. I’d always offered to help, but she never let me into her life enough to feel comfortable asking for that assistance when she needed it.

“Okay baby.” I sat down while nodding, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. I thought he would have been fine without me. I continued to run my hand through his hair, watching as his face contorted and his brows knit together. Like he was trying to solve a difficult math problem. Not exactly in pain, simply frustrated. When his eyes opened again, they were full of tears, and those thick droplets fell down his cheeks without the aid of any blinking. “Shhh,” I cooed, immediately laying down beside him, and wrapping an arm around him. I’ve never had more strength in my life than I did in that moment, hoisting my heartbroken lover onto my chest as I lay on my back, wrapping my arms around him as sobs began to wrack his body.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cry too, but my tears were nothing compared to the wails and moans of pure agony that fell from my lover’s lips. When he began to breathe too hard, I would ease my hold on him and whisper numbers and patterns to follow until he settled. And when he cried too hard, I would squeeze him tighter and assure him he was loved, that I was there now, and that I wouldn’t leave him alone again for a really long time. I promised him hockey would return soon, and that we could even visit practices together. I tried to remind him of things he loved and emotions he felt other than what he was experiencing now. I held his head and I kissed his temples, I swear I felt his heart physically break at some point.

What was hours felt like minutes, until the pain settled to a subtle sting in both of our chests- and in our eyes. Nico still refused to speak, but I couldn’t push him. Nor would I. I continued to hold him despite the numbness in my body, feeling him shift occasionally, though he only ever moved his head from my neck to get a breath of air.

“I know you don’t want to hear this right now.. but we should try to get up, okay?” My friend in college used to tell me the hardest part was actually doing anything. I assumed that was why Nico’s hair was so gross, and why I could feel his hip bones pressed against my own, more defined than usual. I was given no response, but I knew Nico well enough to navigate him without words. “Let’s get a shower, sweetie. C’mon.” I tried to pull out from under him, only to feel Nico’s head sway from the crook of my neck and drape over my shoulder. His face was a sight to behold, but even snotty, messy, and asleep, he looked beautiful. My heart hurt for him. So much so that it made my chest hurt, and my stomach turn. “Okay.. just a short nap.”

I wasn’t getting up any time soon. I don’t know when the last time Nico slept was, and I didn’t want to chance him not sleeping again if I woke him up now. So I wrapped my arms back around him, and readjusted his head on my shoulder, supporting him physically and mentally with occasional whispers of love as he snored softly. He wasn’t okay. Far from it. But we would navigate this thing together. I’d travel to the ends of the earth to find the thing that made him happy again. And this time, I’d take him with me.

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mime-the · 2 months

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Hi fellas. I wrote something, teehee.

It’s shadow milk time, boo yah!

I’ve gotten reports of strange behavior from Burning Spice Cookie. Reports of them being more destructive in their ever-changing nature. I have planned to see him in a few days, just to check in and have a friendly chat. After all, we’ve not seen each other in quite a while!

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Burning Spice Cookie’s behavior has only grown more destructive, I have also noticed him speaking to Silent Salt Cookie more often. They’ve both grown stranger and stranger with the passage of time… I can feel something within me stirring.

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I was sifting through one of my books when I heard of the joint attack by Silent Salt Cookie and Burning Spice Cookie. I tried to confront them, to bring them back to reason, but there was little to reason with. “They’ll never understand our power, Shadow Milk Cookie, you out of any of us would know that best,” Burning Spice Cookie told me. I didn’t like the fact I agreed.

***

I talked to Mystic Flour Cookie about all of this. She expressed very little concern… For the one carrying the virtue of volition, there was very little will to act. I’ve turned to looking through my library for a possible solution to this. Burning Spice Cookie is completely gone, dragging Silent Salt Cookie with him.

I fear that Mystic Flour Cookie is next, I have heard nothing from Eternal Sugar. I have missed a few of my plays because of this ordeal.

***

Cookies keep coming to me and asking me what is going on, I can only ever tell them that I don’t know. It’s growing increasingly irritating and tiring, a few have resorted to turning their anger towards me. “You should know what to do! Isn’t that your job?”

I’m not a magic problem solving machine, you brats.

***

Mystic Flour Cookie has remained relatively apathetic to this, Eternal Sugar Cookie has also shown no signs of wishing to help, deciding to sleep in the clouds instead. I don’t fault them, not at all. Us five meant to be friends after all.

I’ve resorted to lying to the Cookies that keep coming to ask me about the destruction on the East of that cursed continent, it keeps them busier for longer. Part of me feels nauseated because of it, but it’s… exhilarating at times. I’m certain this isn’t the wrong choice though, it lifts their spirits.

***

A few of the Cookies I’ve talked to have begun fighting amongst themselves. It’s surprisingly entertaining to watch! This work is starting to exhaust me, and the light within me starts to feel as if it is in vain. Heh. Maybe it’s right…

I’ve started to use my power to convince all these little cookies that the destruction and chaos just beyond their homes is mostly just rumor, that is is not nearly half as bad. They believe me.

***

I’ve begun to instigate a few of the more violent conflicts purposely, putting my studies aside just to watch. There’s something fun in all of this, I can see why Burning Spice Cookie is doing what he is doing, and why the others just observe and help it happen.

***

I have decided to pick back up my playwriting, and use my gifted power to make the audience watch. Ha! How kind of all these little cookies to just obey! It makes my life so, so much easier. Why hadn’t I used this strength before, to stop them from being so… annoying? No time to regret the past though, only time to bask in the present.

***

The other four have had their own fun for such a long time, and all without me! No fault of their own of course, I was too blinded by “being nice” to see it. It’s almost sad how much I rejected my own comrades. After all, we’re the ones with this strength, we should get to use it how we please, not just for good. We are the only ones that can understand each other, why have I been so ignorant to that fact? Hah!

The witches placed us here, and it was about time we took advantage of it. Maybe it wasn’t their intention, but they’ve rolled the dice, and these are the results.

Fun fact: there’s technically a continuation to this! Have a good day.

#shadow milk cookie #fanfic #cookie run kingdom #first writing I post on this cursed site #okay maybe not that cursed #I could post it to ao3 #I love shadow milk cookie #very silly guy #this is mostly just a brief headcanon of his descent

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hxney-lemcn · 1 year

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Domestic Daydreams — Brett Hand x gn! reader

summary: Reader celebrates Brett's birthday and end up scoring a date :)

tw: One mention of sex, and it's Gigi... Rotting amounts of fluff omfg. I went all out with this one.

a/n: I had no motivation to write, but this has been bouncing around my head for a few days so I forced myself to write it. Also, the beginning is heavily inspired by this fic, as well as me recently giving my friend a crocheted jellyfish plushie I made <3

wc: 2k

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I fiddled with the stuffed crocheted jellyfish I had made. I made it a few months ago, and Brett’s birthday was coming up, so I thought it would be a cool gift. But I felt anxious. What if he didn’t like the colors? What if he didn’t like jellyfish? Would he even want a stuffed animal? I stared mindlessly into the happy face of the jellyfish, wishing it would bring me some form of clarity.

I knew it was silly of me worrying. I mean come on, this is Brett we’re talking about. I’m sure I could give him dirt and he wouldn’t mind. I let out a sigh, deciding to text him.

Hey, are you free for a minute?

I wasn’t expecting his response to be immediate. Although I wasn’t sure what I was expecting.

Brett😻: Of course! Did you need something?

I got something for you :)

This time, it took a few minutes for him to respond. I bit my lip anxiously as I noticed those damned three bubbles pop up and disappear a few times.

Brett 😻: You didn’t have to Brett😻: Where are you?

My office 👍 Stop by when you can

I didn’t receive a reply after that, but I think I had an idea he was on his way already. I didn’t even notice the smile that crept onto my face. I looked back at the plushie that laid on my desk. Suddenly, the situation seemed less intimidating. I haven’t given someone a homemade gift before, but just texting Brett seemed to have calmed me down a bit.

Before I could get too far, the doors to my office slammed open, and overly excited Brett on the other side. I quickly grabbed the plushie and hid it under my desk. Brett quickly walked up to my desk, eyes wide, reminding me of a puppy.

“Happy birthday!” I exclaimed, shoving the plushie into his hands when he was close enough. I watched as his eyes scanned over it, and the tears that started to form in his eyes made me falter. Brett turned his gaze from the plush to me.

“Did you make this…for me?” He asked, admiration in his tone.

“Uhm, not at first, but I thought you’d like it…” I admitted.

Without another word, Brett pulled me out of my chair and wrapped his arms around me. I hugged him back, ignoring the tears that seemed to have fallen onto my shoulder. I rubbed his back gently, enjoying the warmth. I felt a giant smile work itself onto my face, happy that he enjoyed the gift so much. I never realized how nice it was to give people homemade gifts.

Once he pulled away, his cheery attitude seemed to have increased ten fold, his smile seemingly ear splitting. He held the plush jellyfish close to himself, staring at me with what I could only describe as a loving stare.

“I will cherish this forever!” Brett exclaimed. “This is the best thing I’ve ever gotten!”

I smiled sheepishly in response, “I’m glad you like it so much.” Gaining a bit of confidence, I asked, “Are you free after work?”

“Yeah,” Brett said, his eyes lighting up even more if possible.

“How about we do something to celebrate your birthday then,” I suggested. “Whatever you want.”

Brett opened his mouth before closing it. He seemed to be racking his brain for what he wanted to do before finally answering, “C-could we bake something together?”

My eyes lit up, that actually sounded really fun!

“Yeah!” I agreed happily.

We planned everything out. We were going to bake chocolate chip cookies since he already had all the ingredients and it would be at his house. The work day seemed to be a lot longer. I kept checking the time, imagining all the grossly cute things that could happen later today.

Girlboss Gigi💅: What the hell did you do to Brett?

Girlboss Gigi💅: He won’t shut up about this stuffed jellyfish, and he said it was a present from you.

Oh, I made that a few months ago and since it’s Brett’s birthday I thought it would be a neat gift. I didn’t expect him to like it sm tho 😭

That warm bubbly feeling simmered through me at this new information. God, I was so lovesick I felt like giggling at that moment. Gross.

I mean how could I not fall for Brett? He was the definition of sunshine. He was so caring and sweet, literally a package deal. I tried to keep the feelings to myself, but my boss, Gigi, sniffs out any and all drama. The word quickly spread around, but no one seemed to really care, which I was grateful for. So I was left to simmer in my romantic feelings that I tried to hide as Gigi would bring it up from time to time.

Girlboss Gigi💅: He also won’t stop talking about you Girlboss Gigi💅: It was funny at first but it’s getting old fast Girlboss Gigi💅: You need to fuck him or something to shut him up 🙄

My jaw dropped at the last message Gigi sent, feeling my cheeks heat up, trying not to think about doing that with…Oh God. I know she tends to be crass but oh my god. She can’t just say that to me without giving me a heart attack.

GIGI NO

He’s probably just excited because we made plans for his birthday

Girlboss Gigi💅: If y’all are going out for drinks count me in 😉

We’re… baking cookies…

Girlboss Gigi💅: … Girlboss Gigi💅: You two seriously make me want to puke Girlboss Gigi💅: Give me all the deets tomorrow <3

I laughed a bit, calming down a bit. When work was over I quickly went home and changed into something more comfortable. When I arrived at his place, I took a deep breath before stepping out of my car. I debated between texting Brett or knocking, but before I could make a decision, the door opened.

Brett stood on the other side donning a pink frilly apron. I couldn’t stop myself from checking him out, though I tried to do it on the down low. I probably failed at that though.

“You’re here!” Brett exclaimed excitedly. “Come in, I’ve got everything set up.”

This was the first time I was outside of work with Brett. We’d typically eat lunch together, which meant that Reagan or the others joined in. He would drop by my office as well whenever he had time to just talk about whatever happened recently.

I took my shoes off in front of the door, following Brett into the rest of his house. Everything was neat and simple looking.

“Here,” Brett grinned, handing me an apron matching his. I tried to tie it, but I kept accidently pulling too hard, causing it to undo the knot.

“Do you think you could help?” I asked sheepishly, turning my back to Brett and holding the strings up.

“Of course,” He grinned, tying it somewhat loosely, but not too loose.

“Thanks,” I smiled back. “Let’s get this started then.”

Brett nodded, going over the directions with me. I started with the liquid ingredient bowl while Brett started on the dry ingredient bowl. I added it all to the mixer, rereading the directions to make sure I was doing everything right. I turned the mixer on slowly and waited for everything to mix. I didn’t even notice that Brett appeared next to me. I jumped slightly when I noticed him.

“Sorry,” He laughed lightly. His eyes seemed to have a slight haze to them, but I didn’t question it.

“You’re good,” I replied. “Got the sugar ready?”

“You know it,” He winked. I felt myself fluster, I know he meant it innocently but the connotation was still there. I tried to laugh it off lightly, but it sounded somewhat awkward. The silence felt deafening between us and I realized that I should play some music. I took my phone out as Brett started to pour the sugar in the mixer. Looking through my variety of playlists, I decided to play Spotify’s Black & White playlist. ‘Again’, sung by Doris Day, started playing and I set my phone off to a safe spot on the counter.

When my focus turned back to Brett, he was looking towards me, wide eyes and sparkling grin seeming to never vanish. No matter what, Brett’s cheery attitude always rubbed off on me. Whenever I’m around him, my cheeks hurt from how much I smile.

“What?” I asked with a goofy grin.

“I’m just so happy,” Brett said earnestly. I felt my heart melt. The world was rose tinted for me, and this all seemed so sappily domestic.

“I am too,” I replied. I was so caught up in my own world, I didn’t notice the pink tint that coated his cheeks, or just how lovesick he looked. Brett quickly turned his face down to the cook book, eyes scanning over the next step.

It continued like that for a bit. Longing glances shared over romantic music. My daydreams before I sleep are going to go crazy with all these new scenarios. I felt satisfied at our work as we put the two trays of cookies in the oven. When my gaze landed on Brett, I wasn’t expecting him to already be looking at me. ‘Put Your Head on My Shoulder’ by Paul Anka started playing, and the want to slow dance overcame me.

“M-may I have this dance?” Brett stuttered out slightly, which surprised me. I mean, he always seemed so confident, I wonder why he was being so shy right now?

I opened my mouth, not sure what to say exactly. I met his soft brown eyes and felt silly for overthinking it. If only I could feel this way all the time.

“Yes you may,” I replied, holding my hand out. When his hand held onto mine, I couldn’t help but bask in the warmth he offered. I put my free hand on his shoulder, Brett’s falling on my mid back. We swayed slightly to the music, and I fought the urge to rest my head on his shoulder. Damn song putting the thought in my head.

I felt so content in that moment, just wanting it to continue forever. It was a hopeless romantic’s dream come to life. If only we were actually more than just friends. I finally gave in to my urges and rested my head on Brett’s shoulder. I closed my eyes as Brett softly hummed to the song.

The need to confess suddenly overwhelmed me. What if I just told him right now? I mean…it really does seem like he likes me back. From what Gigi has said to the way he acts around me are like giant flags screaming his feelings. I just never felt so strongly for someone before, and I was scared about the what if’s. But at this moment, who cares about the what if’s? Us being a thing would be better than always wondering what could have been.

Now the next problem, what the hell do I say? Before I could think on the subject further, the timer for the cookies went off. I pulled away hesitatingly, feeling cold without him so close to me.

“Smells good,” I commented as Brett put on his pink heart oven mitts. Who made it legal for him to be so cute?

“Yeah,” He replied dreamily, placing the trays on the counter top. I grabbed a spatula and started placing the cookies on a plate to cool off.

“Hey Brett?” I called out, placing the last cookie on the plate.

“Hm?” He hummed out, looking towards me.

“What if we did something like this again, but as a date,” I said boldly. This time, I couldn’t deny the redness that littered Brett’s cheeks as he let out a short squeal. He couldn’t seem to hold in his excitement as he nodded vigorously.

I already couldn’t wait for that day to come.

#brett hand x reader #brett hand #inside job x reader #inside job #reagan ridley #brett inside job #gigi thompson #x reader #fluff #domestic fluff #this is so sappy and self indulgent

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(I hope my English is as understandable as possible) I'm embarrassed to ask this but I was constantly asked how the SCP staff would react If they meet an androgynous person for the first time D:

Your english was great! I actually have a lot of ideas for this at the moment, but this is the first time I’ve gotten a request, so it might not come out right. I wrote this generally as the non-binary or genderfluid type of androgynous, but I think it applies just the same to people who just look androgynous :)

Clef:

Clef is probably pretty understanding, but that doesn’t make you exempt from one-liners that cross the line. I imagine Clef will make a lot of pop-culture references, so there’ll be no direct insults, but you may be called the names of famous androgynous people. Be prepared to answer to Annie Lennox or Boy George at least once. No matter your identity, he’ll call you the name of whoever your hair is closest to. Since you’re the first androgynous person Clef meets, you’ll be hearing it a lot, since he has no one else to tease. However, Clef’s insults are not reflective of their opinions, because Clef insults everyone. I think he’d almost like working with an androgynous person more? To Clef, your appearance would be a plus in certain field ops and Foundation situations, so Clef’d probably want you on their MTF.

If you work directly under Clef, he’d be fun and terrifying, just like normal. He’d definitely have an issue with anyone who made fun of your appearance and was serious about their comments, but he’d find a roundabout way of scarring them mentally for life :)

Kondraki:

If it was just seeing you in passing, Kondraki wouldn’t care. If it was working with you, I don’t even know if he’d notice. Kondraki is notoriously bad at names, which makes me think he’s probably also not great at faces. He seems like the type of guy who would take 4 months to notice your hair is firetruck red, so I wouldn’t worry about Kondraki at all. He only cares about if you are hardworking, if you’ll do his paperwork for him, and if you’ll change the coffee filter.

That being said, you’re the first androgynous person Kondraki is meeting. Since you look different from most of the people he works with, he’d probably love taking pictures of you because you’re a unique muse for photos.

Iceberg:

Iceberg will absolutely open the conversation with an insult about your appearance. How you respond will determine how he views you, almost like he was testing you. For best results, answer calmly, confidently, and do not reply with another insult, as he seems quite sensitive. His “Why do you look so weird?” would best be countered with a simple “I don’t know, but I like it!” or something along those lines. He will probably roll his eyes and not say anything else, but he will speak to you again in the future. However, I don’t think Iceberg would have an issue with you looking androgynous at all. I think he’s lacking a filter, and will say whatever pops to mind in a sort of mean way. He was simply acknowledging that you look different to what he is used to, but I think he’d like the style. If you end up becoming friends, he may begin to emulate aspects of your style. He would definitely gift you a scarf sometime to see you you’d style it so he could copy it for future reference.

Gears:

Gears is a short one because he wouldn’t care, or at least, he wouldn’t let anyone know. He is cold, reserved, and respectful, and treats you exactly the same as he treats most researchers. Even if you were working directly below him and he got closer to you, I don’t think he’d acknowledge your appearance except to tie it back to work. “Your hair is a mess, I suggest sleeping at your apartment tonight instead of on a couch” or something like that. Never a comment he wouldn’t make to someone else. However, I think he’d compliment you if you ever changed your hair/makeup/wardrobe, so he definitely notices and thinks positively of it.

Shaw:

Shaw would LOVE it. She’s been genderfluid for a very long time due to 963, so it would probably be a shock to them when they saw a person who looked gender-neutral and/or androgynous. But, it would be a pleasant surprise. He’d probably invite you to tea sometime or some sort of poker event, but you two are besties for the resties.

Shaw would definitely confide in you about their issues related to 963 very quickly, but they’re a decent judge of character and wouldn’t overwhelm you with their struggles. She will absolutely recruit you into her pranks, and sometimes play some on you.

Rights:

Rights would also love you, but it’s because she’d have so many ideas. She’s fashionable, and would have so much fun giving you ideas, whether it be for an everyday casual office outfit, or a formal suit or dress. If you worked directly with Rights, she’d be very low drama with you.

Glass:

Glass is a therapist, so he’ll probably be pretty happy to see that you are doing something that makes you comfortable. He might be able to give you advice on how to deal with some other staff who aren’t as accepting. Glass is a pretty short one because I can’t imagine him caring about your appearance past making sure that you felt comfortable in your skin.

Strelnikov:

Strelnikov…He’s from Russia. I think of Kondraki as traditional, but Kondraki is from Massachusetts, and Strelnikov is actually from Russia, and I think it would take him some time to get used to it. He calls all the male nurses “babies”, so I wouldn’t expect very much from this man.

If you’re hoping for any respect from him, you’ve already raised your standards too high. He may try to pull your records to find your sex at birth, he may snoop through your apartment, but he will not play fair or kindly. He might make comments about it, but at the very least, he won’t talk about you behind your back. Every comment he ever makes about you will be to your face. He might come around…three years later…

#agent strelnikov #dr alto clef #doctor kondraki #scp #scp fandom #scp headcanons #scp foundation #dr rights #dr gears #dr iceberg #dr kondraki #dr shaw #dr glass

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gucciwins · 2 years

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Glamour Friendship Test

Harry Styles and Y/N Belmonte do the friendship test

Word count: 3335

A/N: hi friends! it has been a YEAR since i first posted do i know you? (well a year tomorrow the 24th) the start to Bel and Harry's story. i could not even imagine how much you would all come to love them, because here i am still writing about them a year later. not only do i love them but you do as well. happy reading, amores!!!! <3

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff

read the love on tour series here

Glamour Friend Test with Y/N Belmonte and Harry Styles

The video opens with Harry and you smiling brightly at the screen as you begin the introduction.

“Hola, soy Y/N Belmonte” you greet with a small wave at the camera.

“And I’m Harry Styles,” he jumps into the frame, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and holding you close.

“Today, we’re doing Glamour’s friendship test.” You say together in unison.

The frame changes and you’re standing there with a timid smile while waiting for the producers to give you the go-ahead. You’re fiddling with the top of your cream trousers, doing your best not to mess with the silk olive green halter top as you were afraid of wrinkling it due to all of Emerson’s warnings.

“How did you meet?” The producer asked.

“Harry and I met in 2015, if you can believe that.” You fiddle with the multi-colored bracelet on your wrist that Sarai made for you during the holidays. Naomi had gotten her loads of colored threads. “It was a party we were both at. Harry was being his charming self, working the room. He treated everyone with respect and spoke with them as if he knew them already.”

That night changed your life, maybe not at that exact moment, but it led you to where you were meant to be, and you would forever be grateful.

“He introduced himself, and we talked about the night, how good the apple cider was compared to his tequila. It was one of the easiest conversations I’ve ever had with someone I just met.” You look down at your Gucci loafers, a gift from Lambert during the holidays. “I don’t know if people know, but I’m awful with conversation with people close to my age. I get anxious and unsure what to discuss while with someone older, conversation flows. I grew up with my abuelos–my grandparents, so I feel that’s why.”

You nod, trying to figure out how to wrap this up, “meeting Harry and getting to call him my best friend is a blessing. He’s got a good heart. He loves what he does, and he’s always so grateful. He always expresses it in any way possible. He's a great influence. I started doing morning yoga because of him. I’m glad he’s in my life.”

“How did you meet Y/N?”

“I think Bel summed it up perfectly. We met at a mutual friend’s party and hit it off. Then we reconnected at my show in St. Paul, where her friend surprised her with tickets. Bel, when we first met, made a mark in my life. I will say we lost touch but finding her again might have been the best thing to happen to me.” Harry raises his hand and rubs his eyebrow, indicating he is nervous. “I have been a fan of hers for the longest time. My sister and I watched her movies. We watched when she won her Emmy and Oscar. I’m a big fan. She’s the type of artist who puts everything she is into what she does. Honestly, the entire crew is a fan. On more than one occasion, we've gotten together to watch her films.”

You step back into the frame, wrapping your arms around his right arm, squeezing tight for a few seconds but don’t let go after instead look over at the camera.

“And now we’re here in the studio,” Harry says, clearly loving you hanging off his arm.

You straighten up after a few seconds, bumping his hip, getting a laugh out of him. “Finally get to show this one how to do a proper interview."

“I’m older than you,” he mutters.

“Semantics.”

“I appreciate you taking the time out of your busy schedule to do this with me. Bel’s got two films debuting soon and currently in the middle of filming.”

You hide your face in your hands. As proud as you are, now is not the time for compliments and praise from Harry. “Nooo, stop,” you plead.

“Dork,” Harry mutters, quickly pressing a kiss to your head before smiling at the camera, knowing if he looked down and saw the wide grin on his face, he’d kiss you, and you both discussed, and it’s not something either of you was willing to share to the public.

“Let’s begin!” You shout.

Exercise One: Stare into each other’s eyes for 3 minutes

Harry shifts closer to you as he gazes down at you. You look up and smile because you love his eyes. You love how expressive they are, and how you can always see the love he has for you in them.

You keep your hands at your side no matter how tempted you are to reach out for Harry; he was more nervous about this video than you were. As much as you assured him that it would all be okay, he was concerned that he’d be too loving with you.

Looking at Harry, he does not hide his affection for you. The smile he offers you is small but enough to keep you staring and leaning closer as if you want to close the gap between you.

“This is a long time,” he jokes.

“Three minutes is a normal song length,” you tell him.

Harry quirks an eyebrow, “is this you telling me you want me to sing for you?”

“Only if you want,” you tease.

He reaches a hand up slowly, causing you to freeze. Not sure what he’s going to do when he gently boops your nose with his index finger, causing you to scrunch your nose.

“Dork.”

His laugh rings loud, his eyes crinkling, and you can’t help the smile that takes over your face because you’re the one who caused him to laugh and shine that bright.

“I could do this all day,” he jokes, stepping closer, your foreheads an inch away from touching, and you know the producers are loving this, and so are you for the moment.

“How did that feel?” The producer asks after the time goes off.

Harry crosses his arms, looks at you, and then looks back at the camera. “Bel looks at you like deep, deep into your soul, and I feel so seen yet so safe.”

“Awe, H,” you pout, not expecting such a genuine answer. He was baring a bit of himself today, and you felt you could do the same differently. You reached for his hand, giving it a quick squeeze. It was so short Harry kept his eyes on his hand, trying to figure out if it was real or if he dreamt it happened.

“Harry’s got kind eyes. You take one look and feel like you’re talking to a friend, that he’s actually listening to what you’re saying.”

“I’m a great listener,” he agrees. “My mum would say so as well.”

“Also, I’m a sucker for green eyes,” you shrug, “I’m easily charmed.”

“Moving on, please. I don’t need competition competing for your heart.” Harry shares proudly, a tint of pink visible on his cheeks.

Exercise Two: Give each other compliments

“Oh, you’re going to love this,” Harry teases as he writes on the notepad they provided each of you with.

You frown but don’t respond by focusing on writing all your favorite things about Harry down.

I love when you comb my hair

Your voice audios always make me smile

Your silly jokes aren’t funny, but you love it when I laugh

The way you love me is something that consumes me entirely, mind, body, and soul.

You rip the page and fold it, causing Harry to stop and gasp, “how much are you writing?” Harry is now worried all he’s writing will not be enough now.

“That was a bad page. I’m starting over.” You actually pocket the paper and promise yourself to hand it over to him at the end of the day.

“That bad?” He teased.

You nod, not bothering to lift your head and meet his gaze, “the worst.”

“Meanie.”

You giggle, poking his cheek until he gives you the smile you were searching for, the smile he only gives you.

“Ready, H?”

Harry scribbles one more thing. As you peek at his notes, you see his chicken scratch writing, only able to make out a few words he’s written.

“Stop it, Bel.” He mutters under his breath, but you know the microphone under his shirt caught that.

You playfully roll your eyes, “not like I can read your awful writing anyway.”

“Rude.”

You stand there smiling at Harry, rocking on the heels of your shoes as Harry begins to read his compliments to you.

“To start off, I want to say I compliment her all the time,” Harry shares.

You remember everything I've told you, in great detail.

Easy. Smooth. You could handle this.

I love your cooking and that you accommodate my needs.

You scrunch your nose at him, knowing you’ve had him try the new recipes of a traditional Mexican dish so he could enjoy them.

You bring out the best in people. I’ve seen it countless times.

That’s when you feel your face start to heat up. Gosh, this really needs to be over soon. Harry’s gaze is intense because he knows you. He knows what makes you tick and hot. You are seconds from looking away. You probably would have walked away if you weren’t being recorded.

My bandmates love you, as do my friends. You fit perfectly with us all.

That compliment has you biting your lip as you try your best to hide your smile, not realizing just how sweet Harry was going to be.

You’re the strongest and bravest person I have ever met.

Harry opens his arms, and you rush into his hold as you whisper your thanks for his sweet words that will be on loop for weeks, possibly a lifetime. He kisses the side of your head before slowly releasing you.

“Come on, Bel. I want you to boost my ego,” he teases. You know he said that to make you laugh, and he knows you well because you let out the tiniest giggle.

You step back, letting him hold your hand while the other reads from the paper in your hand,

Your kindness goes beyond this world.

Harry squeezes your hand in a small thank you.

I love when you send me voice notes of lyrics you don’t want to forget because you appreciate my commentary.

You grin as he shakes his head at the small confession.

You’ve got excellent style. It has been so much fun seeing it develop. Which leads to this next one: thank you for letting me raid your closet.

Harry lets his smile shine for this compliment because it is true. He loves seeing you in his clothes.

You’re my best friend who’s practicing his Spanish for me.

The blush can be seen on his cheeks. Now it’s his turn to hug you, overwhelmed at the small compliments you gave him. Although, you do it on your own accord all the time.

“This exercise was hard for me because I like giving compliments but don’t easily receive them.” You confess to the camera. Harry already knows this about you and couldn’t care because he loved telling you all the things he loves about you.

Harry chirps in, “she is so good at deflecting. It’s a skill she’s mastered well.”

You nudge his arm, making a shushing noise for exposing you openly like that.

“Not nice.”

He laughs, “I have one more compliment. Can I read it?” Harry doesn’t even let you answer before opening his mouth again. “I love your love for music, even if it’s not always mine.”

Y/N giggles, reaching out to squeeze his hand quickly before letting go.

“Who’s your favorite right now, Y/N?” The producer asks.

“Hmm…” you give yourself a moment to think of an answer when you see Harry rolls his eyes, already knowing what you’re going to say. “Bad Bunny.”

“Don’t get her started,” Harry pleads. “I can only take so much.”

“Oh, H hates it when I talk about music because our interests go everywhere, but we somehow always manage to find common ground. But, Benito just has the whole world captivated, including me. I’m a big fan. He has a big influence on his audience. It is amazing to see him use his platform to talk about important issues going on in the world. I’m trying to get out to a show soon.” You playfully raise your hand to your ear, making a ‘call me’ gesture into the camera. Harry doesn’t catch it, but you’ll know he’ll pout when you see the video back together.

“You didn’t tell me that,” Harry gasps, shocked at the news.

“I’m still trying to figure out a day, that’s why.” You playfully pinch his cheek as he huffs out a breath.

“Moving on.” Harry turns to stare straight at the camera, “see what I mean.”

Exercise Three: Hug for two minutes

Harry beams a smile at the camera because he gets to hold you for two minutes. It may only be a short two minutes. It's not very long, but compared to the countless times of holding you for hours, sometimes even through the whole night. Just this morning when he woke up, his arms were wrapped around you and less than half an hour ago, he held on tightly to you in his dressing room, across from yours.

“Ready, Bel?” Harry asks, his arms extended, ready to take her in his embrace.

You don’t answer; instead, step forward, wrapping your arms around his waist.

It’s quiet the first few seconds, something you’re used to. Silence is something that has never bothered you and even less when it comes to Harry. Together you can sit in silence and enjoy having the presence of someone else with you without having to force a conversation.

Everything comes easy with Harry.

You love that your head rests comfortably on his chest. It’s your favorite spot because you hear his heartbeat's steady rhythm. It’s why you love hugging him, as often as you let him be the little spoon, he always gives you cuddles throughout the day because he knows how much a hug from him soothes you.

“She’s a good hugger,” Harry shouts, making the crew laugh.

Time seems to move slowly when you’re in your favorite person’s arms. You managed to stay quiet the entire time until Harry called your name.

“Bel?” He tries again.

“Shush,” you whisper. “I’m comfortable.”

Harry giggles, squeezing you tight for a second.

A timer rings out loud, ending your two minutes, but you both linger for a few extra seconds. You feel your face warm and know that fans will go crazy for this tiny bit of PDA you offered.

“How did you feel?”

Harry gestured for you to answer first. You nudge him but do as he says. “It was nice. Harry runs warm, so I felt cozy.”

He grins at the confession. More times than you can count, you told him that sleep manages to come easy when you’re wrapped in his arms.

“Bel is an amazing hugger. She fits perfectly and rubs your back, making it much better.” He wears his smile with pride.

“I think hugs are great. They are definitely under-appreciated,” you share. “If you ever have the chance to hug Harry, I suggest you take it.” You feel his eyes on you but don’t meet his gaze; instead, you stare straight at the camera giving the audience your best smile.

Exercise Four: Trust fall

“Trust fall is easy,” Harry assures you. “A piece of cake.”

You try your best to hide your nerves, which comes easy as you’re a well-awarded actress. Lifting your head, you meet Harry’s eye and smirks, “oh, I’m not worried, darling.”

Harry giggles loving your display of confidence.

“You can start first then, Bel.”

Harry has been acting too confident, and you want to keep him on his toes. As he counts down for you to go, you let yourself fall forward instead of falling backward. Harry panics and lunges for you, managing to wrap his arm around your waist, straightening you quickly.

Your laugh rings loud, eyes shut as Harry holds you against his chest. You can feel the pounding of his heart and uneven breaths. “Knew you’d save me.”

“You’re mean, Bel. So cruel.” He pouts as he lets you go preparing for you to fall the correct way this time.

“Let’s do it. Serious now.”

You point to the camera recording your every move, “at least it’ll be caught on camera if he does happen to drop me.”

Harry groans, “I won’t.”

You close your eyes and cross your arms across your chest, take a second to take a deep breath, and then fall backwards. It felt like minutes but was only seconds because you feel strong arms around you. As you blink your eyes, Harry stares at you with a dimpled smile, proud to have caught you.

“Hi,” you greet.

“Caught you.”

“Seems you always do.”

A blush rises on Harry’s face as he shakes his head at you. You want him to kiss you. It’s all that’s missing from making this a romantic moment. Instead, he straightens you up and brushes his hands down the sides of your arms, telling you that he’s ready for his turn.

Harry stands in front of you, looking taller for some reason, and you feel the palm of your hands begin to sweat.

“I think this has been a lot of fun. Trusting your friend is important, so I don’t think I’d do this with just anyone. Harry is honestly the best for doing this with me. If you didn’t already get that from this entire video, he's my best friend. He always sings for me. Who does that? And I bake vegan banana bread for him.”

“You’re stalling,” Harry finally interrupts you.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Bel.” His tone softens, and you let your shoulders drop.

“Don’t want to drop you, H.” You whisper, but the microphone connected to you catches your confession.

“You got this, love. I trust you.”

You take a deep breath, shaking your arms and legs before putting on your game face. You can do this.

“Do it, H. I got this.”

Harry turns around, giving you a slight nod, and you smile back at him. It’s fair to say he knows you well because he stands still for a few seconds before letting himself fall back into your waiting arms. You let out a big “oof” when his weight falls on your outstretched arms.

“You did it, Bel!” Harry lets you help him up, and in the next second, you’re in his arms as he spins you around. After a few spins, he sets you back down, he quickly presses a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re heavier than I thought,” you share.

“Oi!” Harry gasps in shock. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“The luckiest,” you agree.

The End

“Well, that was exhausting,” you say, pretending to wipe the sweat off your forehead.

Harry nods, draping an arm around your shoulder and bringing you close to his side. “It was, but I think we passed.”

“Oh, with flying colors.”

“Proud of us.” He looks down at you, his bunny teeth smile on display for you. “We really are friends. Best friends.”

You gasp in shock, “did you hear that?” Harry rolls his eyes at your dramatic act. “He called me his best friend. Take that, Mitch.”

“Think Mitch is happy to pass me off.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” you promise him.

You and Harry stare at each other for a few seconds, then at the camera, back to each other. The laughter is pulled out of both of you simultaneously as you turn to wave goodbye to the cameras.

“Bye!”

“Adios!”

“I love being your best friend,” Harry whispers as the cameras are cut off.

thanks for reading, amores <3333 hope you enjoyed

a special thank you to @harrysgoldenbum who really helped me get this story ready.

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lukkabloom · 3 months

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Fun facts abt residents according to Ikevamp Radio (ヴァンなま) Part 3

Continuing down the line with episodes 8-10!! These are getting longer bc it's getting more and more chaotic and funny

Episode 8: Makki and Morishi in Vincent and Sebas cosplay!!!!

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Morishi (referring to Makki’s amazing cosplay) “I can’t destroy the atmosphere of the game (so I have to look good)… well I kinda already did (destroy it) but…” (the 2nd sentences refers to the fact he says weird things in his “I love yu” segment)

Another thing the two did that was cute—Morishi: does driving motion w/his hands Makki: “You don't see taxi drivers so handsome like you. I would be your customer anytime”

Morishi: “Maybe I should become a driver? Haha”

Also!! Makki: “Is Vincent cute?" Morishi: “Yes, Vincent’s cute. Makki’s cute too”

“I love yu” segment coming up!! Sebas starts out by saying “Sigh. Baths are really nice. It’s so nice that I can forget about the fact that I wasn’t nominated in the ever-so popular Ikemen series election (this was during the Ikemen election of 2018)

Also when Vincent enters the bath, Sebas is like “well, well. If it isn’t Master Vincent, whose route was just released and is gaining popularity by the minute.” (This episode celebrated Vincent’s jp route release) and then continues “Congratulations on your route release” to which Vincent’s confused. And then Sebas coughs and says “please don’t mind me”

Vincent likes oden, thanks Sebas for always cooking delicious food

Sebas stops breathing for a sec, then says “Ugh! As expected of a route-released character. So bright!”

Vincent’s worried abt Sebas’s weird attitude, Sebas reassures him that everything’s fine

The two bathe together so much now that it’s almost like a routine

MC is sick in this episode? Sebas brought her okayu (porridge), she happily accepted

Vincent wants to make her porridge as well, asking Sebas if he should put ginger, tabasco, or habanero to warm up her body. Sebas says “she will probably explode if you do that”

Saddened, Vincent proposes to peel apples, Sebas answers “Nononononono. It’s dangerous.”

Vincent: “It’ll be fine. I’ve actually gotten better at cooking. I can make scrambled eggs now”

Theo used to look after Vincent when he’s gotten sick

Sebas gave Vincent chocolates for valentine’s?? It was chocolate in the shape of a sunflower bouquet??? (how is that possible to make???) For Napoleon, Sebas gave him chocolate in a shape of a horse, Leo was given a chocolate in a shape of cigarettes (that’s kinda funny bc in Japan there are these snacks called Choco Cigarettes which are basically that)

Sebas gave Isaac apple-shaped chocolates, who, according to Sebas, made a weird face upon receiving it

Vincent’s in awe, reaffirming his theory that Sebas can do anything

So Sebas confirms that he only gave the gifts to the residents nominated for the Ikemen series popularity poll (Napo, Leo, Isaac, and Vincent—idk who the last person is) and wishes luck to Vincent (Vincent’s just confused but is like “I’ll do my best, I guess?”)

A new segment of the show called “van Gogh and Sebas and sometimes you!!” Where the viewers can vote on the situation they’d like to be in, and Morishi and Makki will act it out as Vincent and Sebas. The chosen situation was “where you are feeling down, and Vincent and Sebas try to make you laugh by doing funny things” and OMG the things they do are FUNNY AS HECK (aka very ooc), they just scream “yeaaaaaahhhhh!!!”

In the script they were given it literally just says “YEAAAAHHHHH!!!” and everything else was adlib

So next up in the “van Gogh’s drawing section” instead of drawing, they made paper-clay dolls of their characters and… well it was interesting to say the least. I recommend just watching the livestream itself for the experience

The two asked the audience if they even wanted the paper-clay dolls, and they were surprised by the “yes”s

Anyways my fav segment!!! “Can you tell me… your name?” This one was even funnier by the fact that the camera continued to be focused on the Vincent and Sebas clay dolls while the two said their amazing lines. Well, it was supposed to be like that but there were so many voices of laughter and the two VAs couldn’t take it seriously so the camera zoomed out to their faces

Vincent’s line was “The wind here’s a bit too cool, so come here.” Most were serious names, but the last one was “Sebas, the wind here’s a bit too cool, so come here,” and Morishi just entered into the camera frame (it was zoomed into Makki while he was saying his lines)

Sebas’s chosen line was “Woosh! I have seen the inside of your skirt! (しゃっ！スカートの中いただきました)” (idk even know how to translate it, basically Sebas saw your undies from under your skirt when the wind blew too hard) the facial expression Morishi has while saying this line is so funny

There was “Yoshihiko, woosh! I have seen the inside of your skirt!” Makki replies, “I don’t wear one lol”

Episode 9: feat. Leonardo’s VA Tsuda Kenjiro once again once more

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Tsuda stumbled on his line when introducing himself. He went “Leonar—aahhhhh” (he was trying to say something like "The voice of Leonardo da Vinci, Tsuda Kenjiro or smth")

They did a poll bc they were curious on the ages of the audience (0.8% were elementary schoolers, 3.3% middle school, 4.6% high, 13.3% college/university, 78% adult/workers) they think the children are watching by themselves, not w/their parents/guardians (they need to make the show available for all ages)

Very random but there’s a segment (that I never talk abt that’s been existing since the 1st episode) called “Motivation! Energy! Suzuki!” (やる気！元気！鈴木！) where a self-proclaimed low-level Cybird employee Suzuki-san introduces events and gachas happening @ the time of the livestream (you can tell why I skip this section. It doesn’t really apply now) Anyways, so she uses her phone during this segment so the VAs can pull on gachas and listen to voice lines in featured cards, and when her phone went back to her lock screen (accidentally) it showed Mozart’s drawing of Vincent from Vincent’s pre-route release and I thought it was neat

So to the thermae skit!!! This is probably one of my fav thermae skit episodes bc it’s so chaotic

Just like usual, Leo and Sebas sing the song whenever they are a part of the thermae episode (the same song from episodes 1 & 3)

Vincent notices that Leo and Sebas are acting a bit weird, the two join Vincent in the bath to talk about it

Leo asks what Vincent thinks of when he says “spring,” Vincent says that spring reminds him of cherry blossoms and he loves them

Leo thinks of the word “farewell” when thinking of spring, then tells Vincent that he has something to inform him

Leo’s planning to leave the mansion, Vincent’s confused asks him if he fought w/Comte

Sebas urges Vincent to be calm and let Leo continue. Leo describes that has a life-long dream of wanting to be a basketball player (I’m not even sure if basketball even exists during this time??)

Vincent is confused, but Leo continues “I know it’s not like me to say that. Besides, no one has ever heard of a basketball player who's a vampire. So I tried to give up. But nothing I do will let me forget about it!”

Vincent: “Forget about what?”

Leo: “The sound of a basketball bouncing off the floor!” (Sebas: “dun, dun, dun, dun, dun" <- that's the sound of a basketball hitting the floor) Leo: “It’s almost as if god is telling me to not give up on my real dream” (Sebas: “dun, dun, dun, dun, dun. Ando-sensei, I want to play basketball. [←What reference is this idk] dun, dun, dun, dun, dun")

Leo: “So I’ve finally made up my mind. I’ve decided to leave the mansion and go to the Americas.”

Vincent is confused, and during this time, Sebas starts “I’m sorry to interrupt while you are deep in thought, but I also have something to tell you, Master Vincent”

Vincent: “Wait, you’re not going to say that you’ll be leaving the mansion too, right?”

Sebas: “It’s exactly that.” Vincent: “N-no way.”

(So apparently Sebas has been working in the mansion for 3 years?? I’m guessing MC is here rn so… idk more new info ig)

Sebas: “I’ve been really wondering what it means to come face-to-face with others… And my conclusion has led me to… wrestling.” (Vincent's confused even more)

Sebas: “In the sport called wrestling, you face an opponent without any gear. It is the ultimate definition of coming face-to-face (literally) with other’s bodies.”

(IT JUST GETS FUNNIER FROM HERE)

Leo: “The two of us, in 2020, desire to compete in the Olympics held in Japan.” Sebas: “I believe my goal is to shoulder the Japanese flag (日の丸).”

Leo & Sebas: “(Master) Vincent. The two of us will be leaving this mansion!”

Vincent: “So… you’ve already made your decision. Then, I can’t stop you. Honestly, I’m a little—no. I’ll miss you a lot. I thought of you two like family.”

Leo & Sebas: “F-family…”

Vincent: “But! I shouldn’t do anything like stopping you from achieving your dreams, right? I-I’ll be watching over the two of—”

Sebas: “Ahhh! Stop!”

Vincent: “... ‘Stop?’”

Sebas: “My chest is hurting so much, I can’t continue doing this! Master Leonardo!”

Leo: “Ooooii, Sebas! Do it properly til the very end....”

Leo reveals that April 1st that’s coming up soon, aka, April Fool’s and everything that they stated previously was a lie. Sebas apologizes, willing to do anything to seek forgiveness from Vincent

Vincent is relieved, saying he can’t be angry at the two bc the happiness he feels from being able to spend more time w/the two overpowers the feeling of anger.

Sebas says phrases like “viewers” and “broadcast” confusing Vincent, but Leo tells him not to worry since it’s Sebas’s usual “meta-fictional expression/breaking the 4th wall”

Afterwards, Vincent says “I forgot to tell you two something. Actually, I’m not a big fan of baths because they’re too hot.”

Leo & Sebas: “EEEEHhhhhhhh!!”

Vincent: “It's a lie. Sorry. I wanted to tell one. Haha. To be honest, I really like baths!”

(I can’t believe I translated almost the whole skit that took so much time. I hope I don’t do that again... I will do it again)

“Can you tell me… your name?” segment comin up!!! Dang Leo’s line “Come here, closer.” his VA has such a good voice I’m swooning

Sebas’s line “Do you want to eat dried squid (atarime)?” Is just so random?? Like usually his lines are funny but at least related to the season or holiday at the time of the broadcast, but you can literally eat dried squid any time of year.

Anyways onto the names being called. There was “Atarime, do you want to eat dried squid?” and “Makki, do you want to eat dried squid?” w/Makki quietly replying “yes, yes.” There was also Tsuda-san and oyaji (dad).

Episode 10: for the first time in this radio the VAs are doing it in front of an audience

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They do this episode in their cosplay which looks amazing as usual

Morishi had Vincent’s Drama CD, and wanted both Vincent and Makki to sign it, addressed to him. Also wanted Makki to draw both Morishi and Makki’s face on it (Makki did all that)

Makki said that Morishi is slowly eating at Sebas's character (basically Sebas turning into Morishi himself)

The return of the “van Gogh and Sebas and something you!!” segment!!! Lmao all the situation descriptions are so long. The chosen situation was “Protecting you from a suddenly-appearing enemy. However, Vincent and Sebas can’t decide who will hold them back, instead arguing against each other” One of the choices was the one they did last time, and Makki was like “pls don’t choose that one” (the one where they try to make you laugh)

Vincent: “We can’t hold them back. Let’s divide the work. One of us will take her (MC) and run away while the other holds back the opponent.”

Sebas: “A very smart decision. In that case, Master Vincent, I’ll leave everything to you here.” takes you away

Vincent: “Eh? Sebas? Isn’t it typically the opposite?” Sebas: “Eh?” Vincent: “It looks like we need to have a discussion”

Vincent: “Hey, strong opponent,” Sebas & Vincent: “wait a moment!”

Vincent’s reasons as to why Sebas should stay is bc Sebas can do anything, so he should be able to hold back the enemy.

Sebas: “Master Vincent, you have more hit points (hp) than me” (since when was this a RPG??)

Vincent: “But above my hp, it says I’m poisoned” Sebas: “but you only lose 1 health for each poison damage. I’m paralyzed, so—” Vincent: “You’re paralyzed?” Sebas: “and I’m cursed, so I should get away first”

Vincent: “But see, I don’t have any gear equipped.” Sebas: points to Vincent's scarf “But you have your scarf”

Vincent: points to Sebas’s vest “But this jacket here—it gives 100 defense, right?” Sebas: “I got it. I’ll just take it off” Sebas takes off his outer jacket

Vincent: “Wait, Sebas…” Sebas: “And then, finally—” Vincent: grabs Sebas's inner jacket “you’re wearing two jackets?”

The discussion was going nowhere, so they decided to end with rock-paper-scissors. Sebas won against Vincent. Vincent: “Sebas escaped, but I’ll do anything for her.” (he says this thrice, showing how salty he is)

Makki said this happens in a parallel world, different from the typical ikevamp period

Thermae episode coming up!! Aka they become idols!!

MC looked tired recently, from overworking and stress, so Sebas came up with an ultimate plan named “I want to make her happy! So we will become idols!”

Vincent doesn’t know what an idol is, Sebas describes it as someone who can sing and dance and make others happy. Vincent’s not sure if they can be something as amazing as that

Sebas: “With your pretty face, dignified personality, and angelic smile, you have all the attributes of an idol”

Vincent: “Sebas too, works hard all the time, and both your personality and appearance is very cool.” Sebas: “thank you for the compliment. Recently, I’ve been feeling that one of my charm points, my coolness, has been challenged.” (It's prob bc you're so weird in these skits, Sebas!!)

Sebas creates rules to become an idol. “Rule #1: an idol’s introduction must be catchy!” Vincent can’t think of one on the spot, so Sebas pre-made one for him.

Sebas: “Hii! I come from Japan. I’m known as Sebas, aka Sebastian. My job as a butler is always done in a relaxed manner—” Vincent: “Relaxed!” Sebas: “controlling everyone with a cool stare—” Vincent: “Control!” Sebas: “I always understand my position. I keep my emotions in check—” Vincent: “Check!” (Vincent’s chanting Sebas’s words btw) Sebas: “But for tonight, I can express my feelings.”

Anyways it’s Vincent’s turn. Vincent: "Hai! From Groot Zundert, I’m everyone’s angel, Vincent! My hair texture is fluffy!” Sebas: “fluffy!” (Sebas is chanting now) Vincent: “My mood is fluffy!” Sebas: “fluffy!” Vincent: “I want to surround you fluffily (?), help you relax with my angelic aura! But… (he suddenly gets serious) don’t forget that I’m actually a man.”

(Both Sebas & Vincent’s lines are supposed to rhyme but my tiny brain doesn’t form great words to do that so you’ll get the literal translation here :PP)

Vincent says he’s embarrassed from doing that, and feels his face getting hot. Sebas says they should get going to the next page of the idol adventure

Vincent’s like “We’re striving to be idols, right? By the time we get there, I feel like she will have recovered…” Sebas: “...” Vincent: “You didn’t realize that, Sebas? You must really like her…” Sebas: “It seems like it…”

They decide to visit her instead after the bath to make her feel better and help her improve

Also I really wasn’t expecting so many ppl to be interested in this??? Anyways I finished all the episodes so as I promised the next parts will be coming out in the next two days :))

#this whole series is chaos #i can't stop laughing #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp radio #rough translation #lukka talks

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xiaojunsmintchoco · 1 year

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Love Note — Johnny Suh

pairing: best friend johnny x reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers, roommates au

synopsis: despite having been best friends for the longest time, both you and Johnny pick up a new habit of leaving little notes for each other when you move in together. How does that blur the lines between best friends and lover for you both?

wc: 6k of (poorly-written) fluff

a/n: this is a gift for @sehunniepotwrites! Nikki, I hope you enjoy this fic (though it was wasn’t very well written imo :”) and that it brightens your Christmas for you! thank you so much for being such a cool mutual to talk to, though we’ve only known each other for a short while, I’ve really enjoyed our conversations! Stay safe and have a wonderful holiday!

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“Dude, you good?” Johnny looks over to you with a concerned expression as he hears the sigh coming from you.

“No,” you groan, scrolling through your phone as you look at the rental prices for apartments near university. “Looking at how rental prices are all sky-high, there’s no way I’ll be able to rent an apartment”.

“I would normally suggest staying at home, but if I were you I wouldn’t wanna make a one hour commute to school every day, especially with the amount of work we’re gonna have too,” Johnny muses.

You shoot your best friend a playful glare. “Gee, thanks for reminding me of that, John”.

He merely chuckles as he watches you continue looking for reasonably-priced apartments, but all of them seem like they’d drain more of your budget than you’d like. “Say, what if we both rent an apartment together? Then we can both split rent, and it should be more affordable for us, right?” Johnny suggests. “I mean, I’d like an apartment near university too. Like you, I wouldn’t wanna waste two hours travelling to and from school in total”.

Your eyes light up at your best friend’s suggestion. “You’re a genius!” you exclaim, his idea already appealing to you. With anyone else you didn’t know too well you would’ve been hesitant, but hey, this was your best friend you were talking about, which would be easier than having to move in with a complete stranger. In that moment, you thank the heavens that Johnny had decided to apply to the same university as you and gotten accepted as well.

“Of course I am”. Johnny scoffs in return, earning him an eye roll and a light smack across the shoulder.

“Whatever, Mr Self Proclaimed Genius. I’ll send you the apartment listings, you can look through them, and then we can make a decision together”.

Johnny hums as his phone dings with the text notification from you. “Yep, that’s good,” he agrees, opening the link you sent and skimming through the list of possible apartments you both could rent. Before you know it, you’ve both settled on a decent apartment.

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“YES! I can’t believe we actually got the apartment!” you cheer as you take the key and waltz into the new apartment. Johnny laughs at your antics, but lets himself into the apartment as well. It was quite a homey one, with a brown wooden floor and white walls. A comfy-looking sofa sat in front of a round coffee table and a television, and in the dining hall, you were greeted by a rectangular dining table, decorated with a glass vase of artificial flowers, as well as the fridge next to it. Talk about value for money.

“Let’s go check out the rooms, shall we? Then we can pick the rooms that we want,” Johnny suggests. You agree, and both of you hurtle up the stairs, eager to look at the bedrooms. Turns out, both of the rooms have the same basic design — single size bed, a bedside table with three drawers and a lamp, plus a large enough wardrobe for you both to use. How you both still manage to argue (jokingly) over which room you both want — no one will ever know, but you both attributed it to your “best friend chemistry”.

“Why are you so insistent on taking the room on the left? They’re both the same!” Johnny argues.

“Nah man, the one on the left has a nicer view from the window, so I want that one!” you declare. “Then why do you want the one on the left so badly, since in your words, ‘they’re both the same’?”

“The colour of the wardrobe in that room is nicer! The brown is warmer,” Johnny. claims, not backing down.

“Psh, over that?” you snicker. This argument wasn’t going anywhere.

You both decide the rooms based on a game of “scissors, paper, stone”, which resulted in you winning and getting the room on the left, and Johnny crumpled on the floor in defeat, being the dramatic best friend you’d known for all this while.

After moving into your desired rooms and unpacking, you both discuss roommate duties over an Indian takeout lunch. “I think that the cleanliness of our own rooms as well as laundry should be our own individual responsibilities,” Johnny begins.

You nod, agreeing with your friend. “For the other stuff, what about a weekly rotation? This week I can do cooking, while you do dishes. But for the other stuff…”

“We’ll split it,” Johnny decides. “So this week maybe you can sweep the floor and empty the trash, and I’ll clean the bathroom and do mopping? Maybe I should do groceries too, since you’re cooking already. So what do you think, Your Highness?” he finishes with a mock bow to you, waiting for your approval.

You laugh at the title he gave to you at the end, but approve of his suggestions. “Sure! I’ll write them all down on a piece of paper, then we can use one of those fridge magnets to put this on the fridge”.

And that commenced your experience of living with one of your all-time best friends.

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“Yo bro, I just got a sick idea”.

You look up from your breakfast of toast with butter and coconut jam (Johnny had gotten lazy that morning and just made plain toast), and raise an eyebrow at the boy in front of you. He’s currently scrolling through his phone, seemingly engrossed in something. “And that is…?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow up while trying to hide the suspicion creeping into your voice.

Unfortunately, Johnny knew you too well, and knew you had your reservations already. “Don’t worry man! I was just thinking, we could get Ikea desks for our rooms and assemble them together, since our rooms don’t have desks,” he mumbles through a mouthful of his own toast — topped with honey and butter.

Alarm bells go off in your head immediately, alerting you that your friend’s “sick idea” probably might not be that great. “I don’t know, man…we’re like bulls in a china shop. What makes you think we can assemble a desk, let alone two desks?” you question.

“C’mon, it’s just like, Ikea DIY. How hard could it be?” Johnny argues.

“Why not just get desks that have already been assembled?” you suggest.

“Nah, if we were to get DIY desks that’d be cheaper, because we’re assembling it ourselves instead of the people in the factory,” Johnny reasons.

“I’m not sure about this…”

And so begins another round of the playful arguments you’ve both gotten used to since the beginning of your friendship, which Johnny won — partly because you gave in, since you knew he wouldn’t let up and you’d both be late for your first classes if the argument didn’t end somewhere.

Now both of you are left squinting at the instruction manual of the first Ikea desk, while blindly screwing parts together.

“Dude, watch it, it’s gonna — agh!” Johnny’s panicked yell makes you jump and drop the instruction manual, which you were previously poring over for the umpteenth time before the desk collapsed, missing you by a hair’s breadth.

“What the heck, bro!” you exclaim, jaw still seemingly glued to the floor from shock.

“I’m sorry,” Johnny apologises, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. “Gosh, I didn’t know Ikea furniture was this hard to put together”.

“Yeah, who was the one who said ‘C’mon, it’s just like, Ikea DIY?’” you snort, reminding him of his words over breakfast earlier in the week.

“Shut up,” he groans. “I’m starting to wish I could eat my words. Nevermind, let’s do this again. What do the instructions say again?”

“So first, we’ve gotta find this wooden board. Then, we put four screws into it…”

It takes about two more hours, and multiple glasses of ice-cold coke zero, but you both finally finish putting together the first desk. “Now that’s what I call a true masterpiece!” Johnny declares, stepping back from the completed desk and dramatically dusting off his hands. “Dude, we’re basically ready for marriage now that we can assemble Ikea furniture without killing each other in the process,” he jokes, swirling the ice cubes in his glass.

Having been his friend for years, you’re used to him making such jokes, so you don’t expect the wave of butterflies that sweeps over you when those words reach your ears. However, you brush it off and lightly smack his shoulder. “Don’t speak so fast — you almost let the desk collapse on me! Besides, we’ve got one more desk to assemble,” you remind, pointing at the second heap of wooden boards and metal frames laid on the floor in front of you.

“Oh, dammit”.

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One thing that sets you and Johnny aside from other roommates could be your habit of leaving little notes for each other on the fridge. Be it to update the other on location, remind the other about undone chores, or ask the other to pick something up from the store, every day, without fail, the fridge would be filled with these little notes — it had become a personal bulletin board of sorts for the two of you.

How it started? After this one day, when you came home in a state of awful stress due to the sheer amount of work your professors had loaded on you, and your dead phone wasn’t helping your situation. Thus, you decide to simply rip a piece of paper off a notepad, and scribble out a note for Johnny to let him know where to find you, before sticking it to the fridge with a magnet.

I’m at home, just in my room. Very busy today. As soon as Johnny gets home, your note on the fridge catches his attention when he walks into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of milk, and he decides to check on you.

No sooner than two seconds after he knocked the door came your tiny reply of “come in”. “Dude, what’s that awful smell-“ Johnny begins as soon as he enters. The sight that greets him is you seated at your desk with your hoodie up, staring at your computer with your palms cupping your face. Beside you is an unfinished venti cup of iced coffee, and your favourite cinnamon scented candle — the culprit behind that “awful smell”. He knew the scented candle was something you used in order to destress, so all of those things signalled to him that you were having a less-than-ideal time. “Hey, you good?” Johnny asks, making his way over and plopping in the chair beside you, noting the way your eyebrows were furrowed and your eyes were glazed over with a downcast expression.

“Yes, all is fine and dandy. Totally don’t have an eight-page essay due tomorrow and biology and math tests the whole of next week that I haven’t studied for”. With sarcasm dripping from your tone, you make your predicament known to Johnny.

“Ouch. That’s rough,” Johnny hums, looking over at your computer screen as he racks his brain for ways to help you. That’s when he realises that the essay topic you’re on is very similar to one he’s done before. “Hey, I actually did this essay last semester. Would you like to read mine? Maybe you can refer to it to help you with your own,” he suggests. “I mean, you could even use it and just change a few sentences. Doubt the professor would notice”.

You turn to properly face him this time. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s no problem. I can just email you the document,” Johnny adds. "After this, I can study math with you and help you. Sorry I can't help with biology, since I don't take it".

“Oh my goodness, LIFESAVER! Thank you so much John!” you exclaim, the relief visible on your face as your features relaxed into a grateful smile. You really were thankful to your friend — if not for him, you’d still be stuck on the third page of your essay, not knowing how to go on.

“No problem, y/n. Just helping you out,” he answers with a grin. “What about after all your tests finish next week, we do something to relax?” he suggests. “My own tests finish then too”.

“Sounds good!” you reply.

Which is how both of you end up on the couch with Johnny, legs tangled up in a pile of blankets, savouring the delicious pizza you both ordered and laughing over what could well be your hundredth episode of Brooklyn-99, glad that the hectic semester was going to end before you knew it.

It was in times like these, your best friend’s presence brought you a warm sense of comfort, like warm peppermint tea in stormy weather. Somehow, with him, the world seemed much less overwhelming and easier to take on.

What you didn’t know was, Johnny felt the exact same way about you.

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Rain poured and lightning flashed angrily in the gloomy skies outside the window — but even that could not compare to the storm in your heart. To say you were frantic with worry would be an understatement. Walking over to the fridge, you re-read the note that he’d left on the fridge for you.

I’ve got basketball practice today, so I’ll be home at about 4 pm today.

It’s now 5: 30 pm — one and a half hours past the time stated on the note. The fact that he wasn’t picking up your calls too wasn’t helping.

Just as you think you’re about to lose your mind, the jangling of keys in the lock forces you to snap your head in the direction of the door, which opens to reveal none other than Johnny. He’s soaked to the bone, clothes uncomfortably clinging to every inch of him, bag slung over his shoulder. “Johnny! What happened, why were you not picking up my calls?” a flurry of questions tumbles out of your mouth as you hurry to take his bag from him and pass him a towel to dry himself with.

“Sorry, y/n. Practice was extended by more than an hour, and I forgot my umbrella,” he sighs as he gratefully accepts the towel from you and begins drying his hair.

“My goodness, John. To think that was the first thing I reminded you to bring today,” you reply, facepalming at your friend’s absentmindedness. “Quick, go take a bath — I don’t want you to fall sick,” you add, and he complies.

Unfortunately, the damage had been done. The next morning, you wake up to this note on the fridge: Now sicko, so I’m stuck in my room. Don’t worry about me though, lel.

Johnny was now curled up under the covers, running a temperature and nose running like a tap. As his roommate and best friend, you took it upon yourself to take care of him.

That afternoon as soon as you get home, you prepare some soup and rice for Johnny, and portion them into bowls. Setting both bowls onto a tray, you carry the tray to Johnny’s room before knocking on the door, entering when you hear a weak “come in”.

“Johnny, wake up and have something to eat before taking your medicine,” you say as you set the tray down on his bedside table.

“Mmph, wanna sleep,” he mumbles, laying his head back down on the pillow and shutting his eyes again.

“Eat lunch first, then you can sleep all you want,” you assert, gentle but firm. “It’s lotus root and pork rib soup with pumpkin rice, so you should be able to get it down with no problem”. He obliges, and you prop a pillow up against his headboard so that he can sit comfortably.

“Mm, delicious,” Johnny comments, slurping up a spoonful of soup and taking a mouthful of the rice. “Thanks, y/n”.

“Anytime, Johnny. I know you’d do the same for me”. His voice, though now coarse and raspy due to sickness, still carried the same familiar warmth you’d grown so fond of throughout friendship. Your heart fluttered and pounded at his words — which you realised was now becoming a far too common occurrence.

You sit beside him as he eats, silence being the only thing audible apart from Johnny’s slurping and chewing sounds. “You know, y/n,” he suddenly says, breaking the silence.

“What?”

“The way you’ve been taking care of me the past few days…it gives me ‘wife vibes’,” he remarks as you give him his medicine.

“Elaborate, please,” you request, hiding your surprise at his comment.

"I mean…look, cooking for me, making sure I take my medicine, checking on me whenever you can…is that not what a wife does?" he reasons, gulping down some water. “Also, the way you blew up my phone with calls when I was late from basketball practice, that’s something a worried wife would do”.

“Psh,” you scoff, rolling your eyes good-naturedly. “I’m just looking out for you as any good roommate would do. Besides, funny you say that — none of my friends think I give off wife vibes or mum vibes, even”.

Johnny raises an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah, to them I give off joker vibes and clown vibes,” you explain with a laugh.

“I didn’t know”. Johnny says, surprise evident on his face. His expression quickly morphs into a smirk, though. “Then I should count myself lucky, since I’m the only one among our friends that have seen this ‘wife’ side of you. Trust me, your future spouse is gonna be very very lucky”.

You simply chuckle, picking up his dishes and scurrying into the kitchen to put them away in the sink in an attempt to hide the blush on your cheeks that had darkened one or two shades. He thinks I’d make a good wife! Inside, you’re screaming with joy as you walk back to his room with a fresh glass of water, and put it on his bedside table. “I’d light you one of my favourite scented candles, but I know you hate it,” you remark, and both of you share a laugh as you remember how he nearly gagged the first time he came in and smelt the cinnamon scented candle. “Rest well, Johnny”. You exit his room and quietly shut the door.

As you’re leaving his room, something clicks inside of you: maybe, just maybe, you were developing a crush on your roommate and best friend.

And maybe it had started way earlier than you thought. But you felt it was best to keep your feelings under wraps, lest you jeopardize your precious friendship.

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Johnny finds himself startled by your shrill scream one fine afternoon, and worried that you got hurt, he rushes out of his room and into the kitchen to check on you. "Y/n, what happened? Are you hurt?"

His eyes follow the direction your trembling finger is pointing at, and his gaze lands on a brown, oval-shaped object, with two antennae and six hairy, formidable-looking legs. "C-cockroach!" you stammer, shivering like a winter leaf. Cockroaches were one of your worst fears, and Johnny knew that well.

Sighing, Johnny puts his hands on your shoulders and leads you out of the kitchen. "Stay outside, I'll deal with this piece of shit," he instructs, walking off to grab the can of insecticide in the storeroom. You watch from behind the kitchen door as he sprays relentlessly at the creepy-crawly, until it turns turtle and breathes its last. "Get me a tissue," he requests, and you comply. Picking the cockroach up with the tissue, he flings it into the bin and then cleans up the areas where he sprayed the insecticide. "This-is-J-S-95. Enemy-has-been-neutralized," he says in a robotic voice, releasing the fear in your heart and replacing it with amusement as you guffaw at his robot impression.

"Thank you so much, John. I thought I'd never be able to get my glass of water in peace," you let out a relieved chuckle. "Sorry to scare you with my screaming".

"No problem. I was more worried that you got hurt," he answers.

"Tell you what, as a thank you I'll cook your favourite dish for dinner next week, as soon as our groceries are restocked," you suggest.

"Sure thing. It's the least you can do after nearly giving me a heart attack," he jokes.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever John,” you chuckle, rolling your eyes and moving to pour yourself a glass of water.

Funny I said that, everytime I’m around her, my heart pounds so fast I feel like I’m having cardiac arrest, Johnny thinks to himself as he strolls out of the kitchen.

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Perhaps, deciding to sing in the shower is far from a wise choice — even if you think you’re alone at home.

But that’s exactly what you decided to do. After coming home from a stressful day at school, all you wanted to do was take a warm shower, use your favourite shampoo, and then get to tackling whatever assignments you had. And because Johnny wasn’t home, you thought it would be a safe bet to relieve some of that stress by belting your heart out to songs.

You finish your private shower concert with your own rendition of Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You”, and exit the bathroom to find a new note on the fridge. Bro, great voice, you should’ve sang louder. I would’ve had a much better recording :)

He was home? I didn’t know! A mildly panicked thought zooms through your mind. You unpin the note from the fridge, and go off in search of your roommate. “Johnny Suh, if you really recorded me singing earlier, I’m gonna freaking kill you!” you exclaim, heading in the direction of his room. Sure enough, your own voice comes blasting through the door, eliciting a sigh from you. Still, you knock his door and wait for him to consent to your entry before opening the door and lunging towards him, pretending to strangle him. “You! Delete the recording, now!” you demand, making a finger gun and holding it to his head.

“Not in a million years,” he replies, smirking as he holds his phone to his chest. “C’mon man, you sounded glorious, why would I not want a memento of your fantastic voice? Besides…” his voice trails off. “It would make great blackmail material!” he finishes, lips curving into a triumphant grin.

“You piece of-“ you attempt to snatch the phone from him, but he stands up and holds the phone up high. Though you’re not that short, Johnny has a height that can match Goliath’s, and you’re not able to reach his phone. “Fine. If you don’t delete that recording, I’ll retract my promise of cooking your favourite dish for tomorrow,” you huff.

“Okay, fine, fine!” Johnny concedes, holding up his hands in surrender. Lowering his phone in front of your face, he unlocks it, opens his files and then makes a show of deleting the audio clip. “There. Happy now, milady?” he asks, waving his phone in front of your face.

“Yes, very good,” you approve. “Congratulations then, you saved yourself,” you declare, striding out of the room.

Little did you know, that night Johnny retrieved the audio clips from his phone’s recycling bin and listened to them, smiling to himself at how goofy and adorable he found you. He realised how idiotic he would have looked if you or anyone else were there, but hey — he was alone in the privacy of his room, with only the moonlight streaming through the window to accompany him.

Gosh, since when was I so down bad for her? He asks himself as he sets his phone on the bedside table and drifts off to sleep.

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“So this is what your apartment looks like? That’s nice!” Taeyong compliments his friend on his apartment as he steps in, taking a look at the place. The last semester had rolled around really quickly, and Johnny had invited his close friends and group mates, Taeyong and Yuta, over to the apartment to work on a year-end group project.

“Yeah, y/n and I decorated it together, is it nice?” Johnny asks, heart swelling with some amount of pride.

“Yeah, the ‘married couple’ vibes are immaculate,” Yuta says, eyeing the pictures on the wall, most of which were pictures you and Johnny took when you hung out together.

Johnny doesn’t miss the teasing lilt in Yuta’s voice, and rolls his eyes at him. “We’re not married or in any form of relationship, we’re just roommates,” he reminds Yuta while leading his friends into the kitchen. “You guys want anything to drink?” he asks kindly. While Taeyong simply opts for water, Yuta doesn’t answer, instead focusing on reading the note you’d left for Johnny on the fridge. “I’m at Wendy’s house with Seulgi to work on our year-end project. By the way thanks for killing the cockroach for me last week, I’ll cook your favourite dish for dinner tonight when I get home! Aww,” Yuta remarks, turning to smirk at Johnny. “So, you kill the bugs while y/n cooks as a thank you? If that doesn’t sound married, I don’t know what does”.

“Yuta, I already said, we’re not married or in a relationship. I mean, I do like her, but neither of us plan to-“ Johnny is cut off by Taeyong literally spitting out his water. It’s in that moment that Johnny realises that he let that detail slip, and his hands instinctively fly to his mouth.

“Wait, sorry, what? Say that again?” Taeyong prods.

Johnny huffs and shakes his head. “Nevermind. Pretend I said nothing. Let’s just go get our project done”.

“Y’know, if you really like her, I think you should tell her,” Taeyong comments later as they’re wrapping up their project.

“Nah bro. I’m sure she doesn’t like me back that way”. Johnny shakes his head.

“How would you know?” Yuta questions.

“C’mon man, we’ve both been nothing more than best friends for a good chunk of our lives. No way she sees me as more than that,” Johnny argues, but both his friends are not convinced.

“You’re not her, you wouldn’t really know,” Taeyong points out.

“That’s true. But I’d rather keep quiet than jeopardize our friendship by telling her,” Johnny replies.

“Jeez, the signs are so obvious. I can’t believe you literally live under the same roof as her, yet you’re oblivious to all of them,” Yuta groans.

“There are signs?” Johnny questions, raising an eyebrow.

“Bro, I’ve caught her staring at you multiple times in Chemistry class. I sit beside you, and I can literally feel her gaze on you,” Taeyong says.

“And even if she’s tired thanks to a lack of morning coffee, the moment you walk in — boom, her mood changes. Suddenly, she’s a can of beans and I can hear her even from the farthest end of the room. How do you not pick up on these things?” Yuta asks, not sure whether to be amazed or unimpressed by his friend’s oblivion.

“She really does those things?” Johnny asks. He tries to hide his surprise, but his furrowed brows and agape mouth give it away.

Yuta facepalms. “Oh my gosh, you’re unbelievable”.

But it didn’t matter. Now that that information was in Johnny’s hands, he was now planning out his next move.

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“And…we’re done for today! Great work y’all!” As three of you wrap up your work for the day, Wendy affirms the whole group.

“So how’s it been living with Johnny?” Wendy asks you as the three of you sit down at her table with the packet drinks she offered.

“It’s been going well so far,” you answer, taking a sip of your drink. “It’s really great to have him around the house so far”.

“Why? So you both can get more couple time together?” Seulgi looks up from her drink with a grin on her face.

“Oh please, Johnny and I aren’t married,” you scoff. “We’ve been nothing but best friends for so long”.

“That could change,” Wendy pipes up, and you shoot her a joking glare. Maybe you should never have told them you were beginning to crush on your best friend. “Okay but seriously, y/n, when are you going to tell him you like him?”

“Never ever,” you reply, hoping your monotone could convey the finality of that decision to your friends. “We’re just friends, always will be, because he doesn’t like me back that way”.

“Ah ah, that’s where you’re wrong,” Seulgi argues. “You don’t happen to be a mind-reader, do you, y/n?”

“No, but-“

“Then how would you know Johnny doesn’t feel the same way? The only way to know for sure is to tell him how you feel first, and then see how he responds,” Seulgi cuts you off and offers her advice.

“But if he doesn’t feel the same way it’ll make things awkward between both of us,” you object, voicing your concerns.

“And if he does? y/n, if none of you make the first move, Johnny could well end up with someone else. I’ve seen Minjeong ogling at him already, you know,” Wendy adds. The last bit of information wasn’t true, but knowing that three of you shared a common dislike towards said girl, Wendy spun the tale in a bid to jolt you into action faster.

“Wait, are you serious?” You stare at Wendy and Seulgi with wide eyes, and feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach as they nod.

“So, unless you want that bitch to get to your Prince Charming first, I suggest you quicken things and confess,” Seulgi advises.

That piece of information fills you with a new kind of determination, and you decide to take your chances. “Okay, that does it. I’m telling him how I feel, and if he doesn’t like me back that way, I guess I’ll see if he wants to remain friends or drift apart,” you decide.

“Atta girl. How do you plan to do it?” Seulgi inquires.

You pause in your tracks. “I don’t know, actually,” you admit. “I don’t really have any plan in mind”.

Three of you sit in silence, trying to formulate a plan for your confession. “Hmm, Christmas is coming soon, right? You could write him a note and attach it to his Christmas gift,” Wendy suggests.

“Ooh, or you could just attach the note to the fridge on Christmas morning, when Johnny’s still sleeping,” Seulgi offers an alternative. “Then you park yourself in a spot you both like, maybe the cafe that you both frequent, and tell him to come find you there after he reads the note if he wants to talk”.

You process the suggestions that they just gave you, but eventually decide to go with Seulgi’s idea. “Thanks guys! Guess I have a plan now,” you smile.

“No problem. Girls help girls,” Wendy answers with a laugh. “Let us know how it goes”.

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On Christmas eve, you learn one thing — the person who coined the saying “easier said than done” was absolutely right.

You had been so confident the days leading up to Christmas — writing and re-writing your note to him, asking Wendy and Seulgi for advice, and rehearsing what you would say to him after he reads the note.

But now, at 8 am in the morning, you’re standing in front of your fridge, clad in your favourite winter coat and beanie, hand moving to place the note on the fridge door before removing it again.

Is this really a good idea? What if he rejects me? Will I be able to handle the pain that comes after? A million questions race through your head as you contemplate your decision. Screw it, let’s just do this, you decide, and reach for a magnet on the fridge.

A hand comes out of nowhere and reaches out for the same magnet. “Oh, I’m sorry, you can use that,” a familiar voice sounds next to your ear, making you jump.

“Johnny! Why are you up so early?” you ask, genuinely surprised. Johnny’s not a morning person — he’ll take any opportunity to sleep in. To see him up so early in the morning on a holiday was probably an event that should be recorded in history books.

“Oh, erm, I just — have somewhere to be later,” Johnny garbles out a reply somewhat hesitantly as he fiddles with the earmuffs around his neck. “I wanted to leave you a note before I left, but I suppose I can just pass it to you now?”

“Sure thing,” you answer, taking the piece of paper from him. You assumed it would be something simple, such as asking you to pick up something from the store or to let you know where he’d be.

“Do you mind passing me yours as well? I can just read it now,” Johnny suggests before you can properly register the first word on his note.

You hesitate, thinking your options over. If you told him no and just left the note on the fridge before scurrying off, he would still read it anyway. If you told him yes and complied — same result. Oh well. “Here you go,” you say, praying that he doesn’t see how your hands are trembling ever so slightly. Your heart thuds like a galloping horse as you watch him scan your note — the moment of truth was near. In a bid to distract yourself, you read his note to you.

Y/n:

I’ve kept this secret to myself for way too long, and I need to get it off my chest, so I’ll say it here now — I love you, as more than just my best friend.

There’s so many things about you that made me fall for you. For one, we share the same sense of humour — you’re the only person I know who will talk about weird shit with me the whole night until we’re in stitches from laughing, wondering if we need mental help. I really appreciate the things you do for me, be it taking care of me when I’m sick, cooking my favourite dishes, or remembering even small details that I mention to you. Another reason is that you’ve been my best friend for so long, there’s this level of comfort and understanding that’s exclusive to the both of us. I don’t know — there’s something about being in your presence that brings me this warm sense of comfort and joy, and it’s more than words can describe. Of course there’s more reasons, but if I went on this note will never end.

I know that this is very sudden, and I understand that you may need time to think it over, so take as long as you need, and meet me at the cafe beside school when you’re ready to talk. Merry Christmas, y/n.

You read and re-read the note multiple times with what you’re sure is a visible gawk on your face. Johnny likes me too? Is this a dream? You pinch yourself hard, and soon realise you’re really not dreaming.

“Dude, you like me too?” Johnny’s voice disrupts your train of thought, and you shyly nod as you look up from the piece of paper, now slightly crumpled due to the tightness of your grip on it. Disbelief, surprise and then joy make their way onto his face in quick succession, before he lunges for you like a golden retriever and pulls you into a big hug. “Oh my gosh, I was so afraid you didn’t feel the same way, and that I’d ruin our friendship,” he mumbles.

“Honestly, same here John,” you reply, head resting on his shoulder. “But I’m glad now I know, because I can finally confidently say that I love you — as more than just my best friend”. Your next move surprises Johnny — before you both break the hug, you press a chaste kiss to his lips. His stunned expression amuses you to no end, and you end up chortling at how he raises his fingers to his lips in disbelief.

But when he overcomes the surprise, he pulls you in once more for another kiss, this time one that’s longer and a bit deeper. You savour everything about the kiss, from the feel of his lips on yours to the taste of his chocolate lip balm.

“Wow, what a way to start our Christmas,” Johnny chuckles as you both pull away for oxygen. “Merry Christmas, y/n. I love you”.

You smile at your friend, heart bursting with more joy, love and warmth than you’d ever felt in your whole life. “Merry Christmas, Johnny. I love you”.

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