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joels-shitty-puns · 6 months

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The Key To Your Heart - Track 8

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Alluding to sexual scenarios. Kissing. Fat shaming, name calling. Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 2.8k

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Miss Chapter 7? Here!

Hi all! I know this one took a lot longer than previous. I was on vacation and then went straight into my work week. I almost thought about ending it after the last chapter but I realized there's still some loose ends! Also I gotta say I'm really overthinking the voicing for Pedro, but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless. This chapter entirely got away from me and wasn't the plot I anticipated, haha. Once again, thank you all for reading. I love all the comments, messages, and asks I get about my story and it honestly blows me away. Please continue to like, reblog, and let me know what you think! Love to you all!

Also I made dividers! Weeehooo

The rest of the evening was filled with kisses, cuddles, and sweet nothings whispered to each other through smiles. It was just a quarter after midnight when Pedro finally pulled his lips away from yours and looked at the clock. Turning to set his forehead on yours once again, he quietly spoke.

"I should probably get home, Princesa," he punctuated with another kiss.

You let out a whine, but knew you weren't ready for it to move much further than this too quickly. "What time is it?" You kissed him.

"It's already after midnight." He kissed.

"Hmm," you hummed with another press of your lips to his. "And I never even turned into a pumpkin." Kiss.

"I don't think that's how the story went, mi amor," he ran his hand over your hair, kissing your lips, your cheek, below your ear, and finally your neck.

"Mmmm," you sighed, tilting your head to give him better access. "I can't really think clear enough about how that story went right now." You ran your fingers through his curls.

He kissed down your neck again a few times before gently nibbling your earlobe. Your breath caught in your chest.

"We should really slow this down and call it a night," he whispered directly into your ear. You felt his nose brush your hair and his warm breath on the side of your face.

You sighed with a pout of your lips. You knew he was right. It was too soon into the relationship - or whatever this is - to go any further. But damn, would you be lying if you said you didn't want it.

"I know, baby. I know." He sighed in response, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

He pulled back, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, and adjusting in his seat, pulling his sweater down further over his waist. You tried to ignore it, but you couldn't help letting your eyes drift down a little lower towards the area he was trying to cover. He placed his hands in his lap, clearing his throat. You looked back up at his face, noticing his cheeks turning a pink hue.

Guess I'm not the only one feeling a little excited here, you thought with a smirk at the idea of you making him react this way. You rubbed your thumb across his reddened cheek. "Don't worry, baby. Me too," you sighed, feeling a little antsy and frustrated yourself. His eyebrows raised, mouth pulling into a mischievous sideways smirk.

The two of you let out a nervously happy laugh. "Maybe… I could take you on a real date soon? If you would like that?" Pedro asked, looking at you once again with those big brown eyes. "I would love that, Pedro. More than anything." You pecked his lips once more, running your hand over his bicep.

He kissed you back before pulling away with a small laugh. "Okay, I gotta go, baby. I'm enjoying this a little too much, and we should probably cool it down." He gave another nervous laugh.

"Sorry," you giggled. "You're kind of addicting, and you don't know how long I've waited for this. Kissing. Mutual feelings. Romance…" you trailed off with a grin.

"Love?" He asked, holding your cheek and giving a soft smile.

"Yes. That too." You closed your eyes, leaning into his cheek. "But that still sounds so wild to me. I'm scared to say it to you in case you'll change your mind, or realize you don't feel the same, or that it's too soon for… that word, or…" you rambled quietly, your insecurities creating a wall you know all too well.

"That just isn't true, sweetheart. I know it's soon, and we technically just met, but we've been talking for several months now. We've talked nearly every day. I started to realize I might love you a while ago, but seeing you for the first time over video really made me know for sure. Getting to meet you in person somehow even made me fall harder," he held your hand in his.

"After just one meeting? I mean, it's just… people that have known me for years haven't felt that way, and someone like you? Someone famous and beautiful and so much more experienced and mature than me… I just.. I don't want to push you away, but I can't help but worry that you'll change your mind or it isn't real and it's all just going to… vanish," you looked down at your connected hands, closing your eyes to swallow your emotions.

"Hey.. don't do that. Don't put yourself down or build those walls. I fell in love with your music and your voice the first time I heard it. Getting to know you through text and finally talking to you on the phone, getting to learn all your quirks and your sense of humor, your personality. You. I don't know how anyone could not fall in love with you, and I was scared to let it happen. I told myself not to get wrapped up in relationships. That it would just cause more heartache that I couldn't go through again. But somehow you lured me in like a siren and I couldn't ignore it. I heard your song and wanted to know you. I talked to you and needed more. I don't care that you weren't famous before, and that you don't have a lot of experience with relationships. And any other insecurities you have can just go away, because they aren't true. You are beautiful. You're funny, smart, sweet, and you have the most beautiful voice and heart of anyone I know. I knew you were beautiful before I saw you, and I fell so hard when I finally saw you for the first time."

"Pedro…" you blinked at him.

"The constant thought that you already loved someone, and it, to my knowledge, wasn't me, hurt every day I talked to you. But I couldn't stay away. I just kept wanting to be closer. I want to be with you. If anything, I wonder why you would want to be with someone so much older than you. Someone who can't love you the way you deserve, without paparazzi and fans and spotlights. I hope you won't change your mind. Because despite my best efforts to avoid relationships, I fell in love."

You had tears in your eyes as you looked up from your lap to meet his eyes. "I love you Pedro."

"I love you too." He kissed your lips once again, and as he pulled away, he said your name in a whisper. "Believe me, having to stop kissing you is just as difficult for me too. Maybe tomorrow I can take you on that date?" He asked, standing up with your hand in his.

"I'd love to go on a date with you," you smiled at the ground, cheeks heating.

"Great! I'll talk to you tomorrow," he kissed your cheek before kneeling down to give Skipper a gentle rub and receiving several wet doggy kisses. The two of you laughed as Pedro stood, wiping his face on his sweater. "What can I say, I like kisses from everyone in this household." He winked.

"Okay cheeseball, get outta here," you gently shoved him before giving a final kiss and waving goodbye to him.

The next day, you were sleeping in, feeling relaxed and happy, like you finally could rest easy. It was around 11 AM when your phone rang, waking you up from your deep, peaceful slumber. Blinking your eyes open to see the morning sun beaming through the window, you stretched and grabbed your phone, looking at the clock as you did so. It was Pedro calling.

Cheerily, you answered the phone, though your voice betrayed you, still sounding groggy and cracked having just awoken. "Morning Pedro!"

"Baby… were you crying?" He asked, sounding concerned.

"What? No? I just woke up. Why would I be crying after having such a nice night with you?" You giggled.

He didn't laugh. In fact, he was a bit quiet. Unusual for the bubbly personality he usually was. "Pedro?" You asked after a beat of silence, suddenly feeling nervous.

He sighed and said your name in a tone that sent a chill down your spine. "I think you should check your phone. It's… something's happened. You should see it yourself. I just… I'm so sorry. I hope you'll forgive me."

Your blood ran cold. What is he talking about?

"Pedro, I don't under-" he interrupted you. "Please. I'm sorry. Just, you should read through everything and think things through. I hope you'll still want to call me back and talk. Goodbye. I love you." He hung up the phone.

With shaky hands, you looked at your phone. 45 missed text messages, 10 of which were from Pedro. 200 notifications on your personal Instagram. 20 emails.

What the hell?

You first opened Pedro's texts.

"Baby. I'm so sorry. I should've never dragged you into all this, I'm so sorry."

"I'm sure you've seen by now, I'm so sorry."

"Please forgive me."

"I know you probably want your space, but I hope you're okay. I love you."

"Baby?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm getting worried"

"Can we talk?"

"I hope you're just asleep or something."

"I never meant for this to happen."

What. The hell. Happened?

The other messages were from family and friends, all seeming to be freaking out about something. Still confused, you finally came across your answer.

News articles flooded your page.

"Pedro Pascal Seen Leaving Party with Mystery Woman"

"Pedro Pascal Enjoys Halloween Party with Date"

"Pedro Pascal: New Girlfriend??"

"Pedro Pascal: Matching Costumes with Unknown Girl"

Oh shit.

Photo, after photo, after photo. You kept reading.

"Mystery Girl's Co-Worker Speaks Out!"

"Unknown Woman Is Pedro Super Fan"

"Pedro Pascal Dating Obsessed Fan?"

"Pedro Pascal Being Stalked By Woman"

Okay this is getting absurd.

You clicked on the coworker article. Sure enough, your coworker, one you always thought was rude, had thrown you under the bus. Your name was out there now, thanks to her. "She and I go way back. We're practically besties. And yeah, she's totally in love with Pedro Pascal. Obsessed even."

That. Bitch, you thought angrily.

It was time to call your agent, Rose. You already had several missed calls from her, and she knew all about Pedro and your crush. She had become your confidante. You dialed her number and she quickly answered on the first ring.

"Rose! What should I do? There's pictures of me everywhere. My name is out there. My coworker commented on it. I haven't left my bedroom yet, but I wouldn't be surprised if they've found out where I live. I'm so scared. I don't know how to deal with this kind of thing."

You were on the verge of tears.

"First of all sweetheart," she calmly answered in her southern twang, "take a deep breath." You did what she said, though it hardly seemed to help.

"Second of all, I've been working on some fixin' since it all caught wind this mornin'. Things are startin' to calm down. Nobody seems to know that you're that singer, either. They just think you're some girl who managed to meet Pedro. But, I will say I think this may be the push you need. It might be time to tell the world, sugar. How you choose to do that is up to you, but don't you worry, I'll put out the fires."

You took a deep breath and sighed. "I think you're right. It was only a matter of time."

"Have you talked to Pedro yet?"

Shit. Pedro.

"Sort of. He called and woke me up. He apologized and basically hung up, telling me to call when I read everything. But I had a bunch of texts from him. He kept apologizing."

Rose clicked her tongue. "That poor sweet man. None of this was his fault. You know that too, right, darlin'? This is just what happens in show business. It ain't fair, but it also isn't his fault."

"I know that, Rose. He didn't do anything wrong. I got so caught up in all the headlines that I immediately called you and forgot to call him back. I bet he feels awful. I should get back to him. I hope he's okay, too. He only seemed concerned for me, but most of those headlines were actually about him and his dating life. I can't believe I put him through that." You suddenly realized what he may also be feeling after his confessions last night about avoiding relationships, and the inability to give you privacy from paparazzi.

Rose sighed. "Now if you don't call that sweet man, I will! You two lovebirds are perfect for each other. Apologizin' and feelin' awful for one another when neither of ya did anything wrong. Go get 'im. And hang in there, love. It'll all work out, trust me."

Your cheeks heated at her words about you and Pedro. "Thanks Rose. You always know what to say."

You two hung up and immediately you called Pedro.

"Pedro… I'm so sorry."

"Hon- wait what? Why are you sorry??"

"Those headlines were about you too, and your dating life and history. I hate that you were dragged into all this drama."

"Honey, no, please don't worry about me. Are you okay?? I know this is new for you and some of those articles were pretty mean. And that coworker of yours!? Clearly not a friend. How are you feeling?"

You took a deep breath. "Honestly, P, I'm so stressed. But I talked to my agent and she really talked me down. She said she's been playing crisis management all morning and it's dying down. But she does think it's time I tell the world who I am."

"Oh… babe. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I was so selfish, I just wanted to see you and I didn't think about the consequences. I should have known this would happen."

"Pedro, please don't feel bad. None of this is your fault. She's right, it's time. I couldn't keep it a secret forever. And the party was not a great experience, but honestly, last night was one of the best nights of my life."

"So.. you still want to be with me?" He asked, cautiously.

"What? Yes, what kind of question is that? I love you, Pedro. Of course I want to be with you. Did you change your mind?"

"No!" He answered quickly. "I want to be with you."

"Good!" You smiled for the first time since seeing all the turmoil today. "I guess I better figure out my plans for the big reveal. I have some ideas, but…" you trailed off, pausing a few seconds.

"What is it, baby?"

"I don't want to make you feel like you have to if you don't want to, but… would you come over? I think I'll go on Instagram live, and I don't want to be alone. You don't have to be in the shot, I just want your presence there. You make me happy. Just you, me, and Skipper together today."

"Of course. Anything. I'll be there."

"Thank you, P. Give me an hour?"

"Perfect. I'll see you then. I'll bring you breakfast."

"Thank you, Pedro. You're really too good to me."

"No such thing, mi amor. You deserve it."

The conversation ended, and you showered, thinking through your words for the internet. Picking out the perfect outfit and place in your house for the big reveal, it wasn't long before the hour was up and Pedro was knocking on your door with breakfast and drinks in hand.

"Yum! Thank you, Pedro." You helped him carry, and then kissed him deeply, pouring all your love into the kiss, letting all your stresses of the day fade into pure love. He kissed you back, pulling you in closer by your lower back. "I wasn't sure if you were too stressed to eat, so I got things that would be okay to reheat, or leave out until you felt up to it."

"You're the best, you know that?" You rubbed his cheek.

"Mmmm, that's yet to be revealed, mi amor" he raised an eyebrow and winked, pulling you in for another kiss. You giggled, feeling bubbles of nerves and butterflies in your stomach at his implications. But now was not the time for those thoughts. You had more pressing matters.

Pedro noticed your stress shift. "You ready?" He asked while squeezing your arm. "I'm about as ready as I'm gonna be, I guess," you shrugged. "Let's do this." You stated, him answering with a curt nod.

The two of you made way to your music room, setting up your tablet in the right place near your desk. He sat in a chair just on the other side of you, outside of view, but close enough to make you feel more at ease. He was even close enough to hold your hand under the desk if you needed. Meanwhile, Skipper sat under the table near your feet, willing to keep you company when he could tell you were unhappy.

"Here we go," you breathed. You clicked the button to go live, and the stream began.

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kimoralov3 · 1 year

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dating ethan landry would include

a/n: yeah yeah i'm simping for another white man what's new. again completely self indulgent because i really wanna see scream vi again

warnings: scream vi spoilers, swearing

lemme just go ahead and say that this takes place in an alternate universe where he is not ghostface because i'm a delusional bitch 😁

so obviously the two of you both go to blackmore

and y'all met because you were friends with the woodsboro gang and he's chad's roomate

but even tho the two of you were always around each other due to your friends, you never really talked

i'm not saying that ethan is shy or anything he's maybe just a bit more cautious??? like he wants to see your personality before he tries talking to you

he also thinks you're really hot and doesn't wanna make a fucking fool of himself

y'all also have a class together

and your teacher likes to switch up the seating chart every unit and this time he puts the two of you right next to each other

which is perfect!! because now he has a chance to talk you without being interrupted by chad or mindy

naturally with the two of you sitting next to each other you're talking more often

and y'know maybe you missed a day of class for some reason

so ethan took it upon himself to take the notes twice so you'd have your own physical copy

he 100% has a full-blown crush on you at this point but he's too shy to say anything

he also feels like the two of you don't know each other that well and thinks it would be weird if he were to just spring his feelings on you

he tried to (discreetly) ask chad what he should do about his feelings

this did not go so well

"so this person that you like is y/n? dude just ask them out"

and yeah part of ethan knows that he's being ridiculous and that he should just suck it up and ask you on a date

but there's a bigger. louder part of him telling him that he should wait it out a little bit longer

in the meantime he's let chad talk him into going to some halloween frat party

he honestly didn't want to go but then mindy told him that you were coming and he thought

"perfect!! tonight's the night"

except he's never asked anyone out before so he needs a little courage

chad spends half the night talking ethan up to go talk to you queue the clip of chad calling ethan a snack

honestly by this time you knew what ethan was trying to do, and you were gonna save him the trouble and confess to him first but

he just looked so adorable trying not to stare at you all night

unfortunately neither of you gets to make a move because of the whole thing with tara

but he is determined to confess before the night is over

he ends up walking you to your dorm

and he's talking like the whole time

about any and everything

and he's just so cute when he's rambling so you just can't help yourself when you top him in his tracks and kiss him

when you pull away he is literally frozen in his place

he was not expecting you to do that so he just like stares at you

finally snaps out of it when you move away from him slightly

his confession comes out really rushed and is honestly not coherent but you knew what he was gonna say

let's just say before he left the two of you had more than a fair share to do on your first date

and now for the actual boyf stuff

simply put ethan is like the best boyfriend ever

he carries your bags and stuff for you

buys you snacks every time you visit his dorm

you practically live in his hoodies and shirts

the best cuddle buddy

like just imagine laying there watching a movie with him and running your hand through his curls

literally the best fucking thing ever

ugh speaking of his curls

he loves when you play with them, it's literally the fastest way to get him to calm down

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x gn!reader #ethan landry fluff #scream vi #scream #kimoralov3

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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First Period ~ Shelby!Sister Headcanon

Summary: Of course their youngest sister would start getting her period with Ada in hiding and Polly out of the house

Note: Thank you for the request, anon! I've chosen to take the Sister!reader approach and instead of writing one for each of the brothers, I tried to combine them all. I hope you like it. Here is my [Masterlist].

I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other. This hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for typos or mistakes

Warning: Blood? I don't know what you expect...it's kind of in the title. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

Request: yes, by anonymous

Wordcount: 1077

Finn

Finn was the first to notice something was wrong with his sister. She was just a few years older than him and his favourite playmate- his favourite person in the whole world. So when she started acting funny, no longer wanting to play chase or the like, got grumpy when he asked and slept far longer than she usually did, he got suspicious right away

Then she started getting these pains in her back and stomach, especially at night when he could see her tossing and turning, keeping them both up.

The next morning she didn't get up with him but when she didn't join him after an hour or two he went up to check on her only to see her sitting on the edge of the bed with blood all over her hands and on her nightgown, looking at him with wide, panicked eyes

At once, Finn ran down the stairs, falling over in the process but not stopping on his way to the betting shop.

He pushed the doors open with both his hands and screamed on the top of his lungs that his sister was dying!

For a single second there was shocked silence, but the movement came to the other Shelbys.

John dropped the books he had been working on, fearing they had been playing with his gun again. Arthur abandoned his cigarette, reaching for the gun in his desk drawer. Tommy knocked over his office chair in an effort to get up as quickly as possible as they followed Finn up the stairs.

John

John reached the children's bedroom first, and stopped in his tracks once he grasped the situation, making both Arthur and Tommy bump into him, until they too saw the truth of this matter.

Their relief was short-lived however, as this was a situation neither razor blade nor gun could solve.

She was still so young, younger than Ada had been, but here they were- and of course his sister would start her monthlies with Ada in hiding and Polly out of the house. She really picked her times.

But John had been married, and he knew what she would need and quickly excused himself with a muttered "I'll get the stuff."

There were probably some of Martha's things left and if not he knew where to get them from. Or he could ask Lizzie- she would have things at her place and would know what to say or do

It also gave him an excuse to go, leaving Arthur and Tommy to deal with it.

Arthur

Arthur took a long while staring at the two panicked children, with their tear stained faces and, in his sister's case, blood stained hands.

This was women's business alright, but with no women in the house, it fell to him. He was the eldest and the head of the family and someone had to do something to calm them down.

So he told Finn to shut it before announcing almost ceremoniously that there was no cause for distress and that this was a normal thing to happen if someone became a grown woman and could have a baby.

That only resulted in panicked "I'm having a baby?", screeches from his little sister and equally shocked responses from his youngest brother. His protests were drowned out by her pleas that she didn't want a baby, that please, please he could make the baby go away

Tommy

Tommy's "Enough!" cut through Finn's frantic questions, their sister's panicked sobs and Arthur's poorly worded explanation attempts.

"No one's dying. No one's having a baby" (apart from Ada, but that was a whole other topic)

Crouching down in front of the bed, he gave his sister's knees a squeeze and told her that this happened to every woman and every girl, despite the work taking the time to answer her questions. “I don’t know why it’s blood.”, “Yes, that’s why your belly was hurting.”, “No it’s not just you.”, "Yes Ada too", "And Aunt Pol.", "Maybe not Mrs. Drew- she's sixty".

He tried to explain to her in as simple terms as he could, without going into any more details than he had to, that it was her body's way of telling her that she wasn't going to have a baby, even if she could.

That reduced her frantic sobs to understanding sniffles until she forced out a "Never ever?"

If it were up to him, he'd have confirmed that but instead he told her that it would be years and years and that one had to be married before having a baby (Ada should have remembered that!)

The rest of the fears were taken away by a long hug, before Tommy suggested she take a warm bath (he knew that helped with some of the pain) and drink some of that tea which he had seen Polly give Ada around that time of the month - that mix of camilla, yarrow, alchemilla and damiana

She couldn't meet his eyes when she told him that during their hug she had stained the back of his shirt with the blood on her hands and whispered an apology, but Tommy only cupped her face and assured her that she shouldn’t worry. He had had suffered far worse bloodstains in his time.

When Polly came home, she cried tears of laughter when a disgruntled Arthur told her what happened, and she made a note to talk to her youngest niece and tell her more than the boys could

Finn didn’t find it funny at all. He was glad of course, that his sister wasn’t dying, but something still kept him up at night

Finally gathering the courage, he slipped his blanket off and snuck over to her bed. It was boiling hot in comparison, as Polly had given her a pillow of cherry seeds she had warmed in a pan to put on her belly or on her back.

“Are you still hurting?”, he wanted to know, a little relieved that she told him it was better than last night. Slipping in under her covers he whispered what had been burning in the back of his mind

“Arthur said you’re a woman now. Does that mean you won’t be playing with me any more? That you’ll be like Ada wearing dresses and skirts? That you’ll stop running and racing and riding with me?”

Only when she promised she wouldn’t, did he sleep easy, all the worries from the last few days vanishing into thin air as he drifted off to sleep next to his sister who was and would always be his favourite person in the whole wide world.

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drjohndisco · 4 months

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Title: First Encounters

Pairing: n/a

Word Count: 600+

Summary: Wesley and Yarrow meet for the first time, and Yarrow isn't impressed.

Warnings: mentions of blood/potential feeding on a human, minor spoilers for season three of buffy the vampire slayer.

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[ Sunnydale School Library ]

With a quiet sigh, Yarrow took hold of the box. They’d been in the library longer than usual, and the bloodlust (and the fidgety-ness that came with it) was beginning to rise.

(In fact, Yarrow was almost 100% sure that Giles had offloaded Wesley onto them so he wouldn’t have to pay proper attention to his prattling any more - especially since he’d absconded to his office five minutes ago.)

‘You’re cold, are you sure that you’re okay?’ Wesley asked.

Shocked that he’d noticed Yarrow let go of the box -- dropping it directly onto Wesley’s foot. He cried out, and stepped backwards towards the railing behind him. Then, within seconds, Yarrow had caught him by the tie, halting him in his tracks.

(After all, they didn’t want to injure a third watcher (no matter how much he was getting under their skin.) Giles would kill them if that happened.)

But, now that they were closer to him than before, Yarrow was able to sense just how loud (and fast) his heart was beating.

Surely it wouldn’t matter if…?

‘Uh, Yarrow?’ Wesley said awkwardly, breaking their thought process. ‘I think you can let me go now. You’re going to choke me if you’re not careful.’

So, Yarrow let Wesley go -- dropping him unceremoniously onto the hard wooden floor.

‘Oh!’ Wesley groaned. ‘Thank you.’

‘No problem.’ Yarrow replied curtly and (before Wesley could notice they’d gone) Yarrow had disappeared into the shadows.

[ Giles’ Office ]

‘Yarrow?’ Giles asked, concerned. He’d stopped in the doorway, and was watching them thoughtfully. ‘What happened? Are you all right?’

Yarrow shut the door to his fridge, taking a mug of blood (and a pink curly straw) out of it, before turning around to face him.

‘I dropped a box on his foot and then, unfortunately, had to catch him.’ Yarrow replied, nonchalantly.

‘I do hope you didn’t damage any of the books.’ Giles replied.

‘Of course that’s what you got from that sentence, Dad.’ Yarrow laughed, leaning backwards against the wall. ‘Also, it’s not like he didn’t deserve it. He’s very punchable.’

‘I will neither confirm ‘nor deny that statement.’ Giles said, then paused. ‘Do you think you’ll be comfortable enough to join us again after you’re done here?’

‘I will be.’ Yarrow stated, taking the straw into their mouth.

‘Good.’ Giles said, leaning down and quickly pressing a kiss to Yarrow’s head before straightening back up. ‘Then, I’ll see you again in a bit.’

[ Yarrow’s House - Evening ]

‘What…?’ Yarrow said, opening their door to see Wesley standing there. He’d been the last person they’d expected to see, especially this late at night.

(Thank goodness they were still wearing their outfit (a blue shirt and brown pants) from earlier, and hadn't opted for their sleep clothing - which was decidedly less professional.)

‘Uh, I need a place to stay.’ He replied awkwardly. ‘Giles told me you had a spare room.’

(Ah. Offloaded once again.)

‘I do.’ Yarrow said, knowing they couldn’t (unfortunately) leave him outside in the cold. ‘Please, come in.’

‘Thank you.’ He said, as he stepped past Yarrow into the house. Yarrow watched as he carefully attempted to balance his luggage (a bag and two suitcases) between his arms.

‘Is it okay if I leave my stuff downstairs?’

‘Sure.’ Yarrow replied, knowing that disaster would strike (again) if he didn’t. ‘We can deal with them tomorrow.’

‘Great.’ Wesley mumbled, leaning the suitcases against the wall and shuffling the bag over to his other arm. ‘Now, where am I headed?’

‘Your room’s upstairs, on the left.’ Yarrow explained. ‘You’ve also got a bathroom attached, but I’d advise you to be careful with the taps, as they’re a bit rusty. Cupboard hinges and curtain rails should function perfectly fine, and there’s a linen cupboard in the hall - for sheets and other stuff, since the bed probably isn’t made.’

‘Okay.’ He replied, as he began to slowly trudge his way up the stairs.

‘Oh, and Wesley?’ Yarrow called out, after shutting the door behind themselves. ‘I’m very sorry that we got off on the wrong foot this morning, so to speak.’

This statement was met only with a loud groan, which made Yarrow grin.

(Maybe this unexpected ‘arrangement’ of theirs could turn out to be fun after all.)

#my writing*#[r] like a moth to a flame #self ship

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Lightning Ridge - Part Two

A young Shifter wanders into a town crawling with hunters, Hendrix plans on laying low but when he catches wind of one particular hunter who is after the same Shifter that he’s been tracking himself, his curiosity gets the better of him. Offering to join the man on his quest he can only hope he can track down the dangerous shifter, saving the lives of innocents all the while keeping his secret hidden.

TW: mentions of murder/eating people, giant spiders, some swearing, mentions of death, mentions of drug use

Approx 3.1k words

Part One

Part Two - You are here

Part Three

Part Two

We’d been walking for near on two days now, thankfully Ryder hadn’t questioned my height again and I’d managed to keep that part more or less under control. We also hadn’t come across any more giant arachnids, but we were approaching the last village before reaching Lightning Ridge, or at least that’s what Ryder had said near on two hours ago!

“Are we there yet?” I asked for the hundredth time, my legs were killing me, it wasn’t often that I had to cover this much ground while holding my human form.

“You’re like a whining child, I told you we were nearly there didn’t I?” He growled.

I sighed, falling behind him and stretching my aching muscles, I’d never stayed in my human form for longer than a day and I was starting to feel…cramped.

“It’s hard to believe you’ve travelled all around the county on foot with all this complaining, honestly.” He scoffed and I glared at his back.

‘Yeah well, you’re not the one trapped inside a body too small for you’ I hissed in my head. Normally this sort of walking would be fine, I’d usually be ten times this size, covering more ground faster than he could ever imagine and I’d be able to stretch out whenever I needed to. The concentration and energy it took for me to remain this size was becoming increasingly more difficult and exhausting.

The sooner we got to the village, the sooner I could make an excuse to explore on my own without his watchful eye and stretch myself out for a few hours.

“I don’t normally cover so much ground in a day.” I admit. “I take my time and rest when I feel like it.” I explained, he just scoffed again.

“When we get to town, we’ll find a smithy and see if we can’t get you a new sword seeing as you lost your old one.” He turned his head and gave me a calculating look, I looked away nervously.

“I hadn’t expected to need one so soon.” I said defensively.

We got to a rise in the trail and I noticed the forest around us start to become less dense and more spread out, as we got to the peak we were looking down onto a town.

“Thank the Gods.” I sighed, Ryder merely grunted in response and kept on going at his usual pace, I wanted to sprint down the incline.

From atop the rise the village had looked like a fairly large one, with many houses and streets, a few larger buildings made for holding many people but when we entered city limits there was scarcely a soul around.

“Not good.” Ryder muttered, he headed down a street, following a sign that read ‘Armarand Smithy’ and pushed the door open, ignoring the ‘closed’ notice plastered onto the window.

A small bell announced our arrival, and though the notice had said the place was closed, the workstations were hot and fresh working materials and metal projects lay littering the benches.

“Sorry folks, we’re closed.” Came a gruff voice, I glanced around and spotted a burly man sitting at a forge, spinning a large rod of iron within it.

“We’re hoping to purchase a sword, preferably a longsword made of silver.” Ryder said ignoring the man and looking around the blacksmiths wears to see if he could spot what he was looking for.

I shivered, silver was a weakness to shifters, and I wondered if I’d even be able to wield a sword made of the wretched stuff. Perhaps if the hilt was made of leather it would work, but I’ve never tested the theory.

“Fresh out of silver, I do have a few iron long swords…you looking to take down the beast?” He glanced up from his workstation, eyeing us carefully.

I tried not to sigh in relief too obviously, iron would be fine, I’d face the dilemma of not actually knowing how to wield a sword later. Ryder nodded and the man shook his head in disbelief.

“You’ll need more than a sword, good luck gentlemen.” He stood, his large body towering half a foot taller than us, he picked up a long sword off of the bench next to us and held it out. “Take it, you need it more than I do.”

Ryder took the sword giving it a thorough inspection before nodding in approval and digging for his coin purse.

“Not necessary, many have tried and failed to do what you set out to do, take this and I’ll pray for your souls.” He turned away, sitting back at the forge, getting on with his projects as though no exchange had been made at all. I shared a look with Ryder and after expressing our gratitude we headed back out into the street.

“You think the… Giant, has cleared out this town?” I asked, Ryder only grunted in response, he seemed to be deep in thought as he headed toward the Inn.

We secured two rooms for the night, the Innkeeper told us, that many men had tried to slay the beast, but none had returned thus far, with frequent raids on the village, the other townsfolk had all fled town or moved away, leaving a desolate shell of a village behind. He also wished us luck and told us he’d pray for our souls upon hearing our intentions.

“Well, I’m gonna go for a walk, don’t wait up, we’ll need a good night’s rest before we head into Lightning Ridge tomorrow.” I said offhandedly, hoping Ryder was planning on staying in his room for the evening and getting an early night’s sleep, while I could take the opportunity to stretch out. I’d need to regain my strength if we were to take down Blade.

“Excellent idea, let’s head out back and see how well you do with a sword.” Ryder smiled, pulling out the iron sword and handing it to me, I couldn’t hide my deflation, a training session with Ryder sounded exhausting and the Giant within me cried wishing to be let go.

Following Ryder, we found a clearing in the nearby forest, right on the edge of town to the west.

“Is this really safe to do, when we are so close to the Giant’s dwelling?” I asked holding my sword with both hands and mimicking Ryder’s fighting stance, a nervous sweat building on my forehead.

“If the brute chooses to attack us now then so be it, better to get it over with, besides I need to know what sort of fighter you are, now, show me what you’ve got.” He took on a defensive stance and I had no choice but to swing my sword, aiming for his chest, he easily deflected my attack and with an embarrassing amount of ease, he disarmed me, my sword clattering to the forest floor uselessly and his sword nicking my shoulder.

Where his silver sword had cut along my skin it burned and I covered the wound with my hand, hiding the obvious reaction I was having to the silver. Bad idea, this was a very bad idea, my body shook with the effort to remain human, I closed my eyes taking a breath and reaching for my sword again.

“Your stance is all wrong, and your eyes are stuck on my sword where they should be looking at my feet and at my eyes, you can always see you opponents next move that way.” He explained.

“Actually, I’m uh not feeling great, I might just turn in for the night, big day tomorrow and all.” I fumbled for an excuse to leave now before my identity was revealed, one more slash of his sword and I was sure to be discovered.

He blocked my path. “No.”

“We need to get this down now if you want to have any chance of surviving against the Giant.” He took on a fighting stance again, and I steeled myself, there would be no getting out of this.

This time with my life at stake, my swings were heavier, though Ryder continued to block my attacks, he didn’t disarm me this time and I kept a firm hold of my sword. My eyes darted between his feet and his eyes and I was able to predict a few of his movements but as he switched from defense to offensive maneuvers I found it increasingly difficult to predict his swings and defend myself accordingly, but I did, at least for a little while.

Feeling proud of lasting longer than thirty seconds this time, I used that confidence to counterattack. His body moved with the gracefulness of a cat as he avoided my strike to his ribs and thrust his sword at my neck, using a boot to knock me to the ground and knocking the air from my lungs.

My heart rate skyrocketed, looking into his fierce eyes, the sharpness of the many different hues of green and brown reflective and flashing in the evening sun, his sword dug into my neck. The wound sizzling and his gaze remained stern watching with suspicion.

“What are you?” He growled, I put my hands above my head in surrender and dropped my sword, but it was too late. My heart rate increased, and that cramped feeling in my bones only became worse until I could no longer hold it back anymore.

My body began to expand underneath him, knocking him off his feet as he scrambled off of my chest and backed further away into the forest, watching on in horror. I got to my feet, not wanting my neck to be anywhere near him as I continued to stretch up into the sky, my shoulders just reaching the tops of the immense pine trees surrounding us when I reached my full height of about sixty feet.

It felt amazing, like a really good back crack after a rough nights sleep, only ten times more relieving and the feeling spread all over me. I suppressed the urge to stretch my arms out completely and instead braced myself for the onslaught that was bound to come from the hunter at my feet.

Looking down at him felt strange, having spent the last few days seeing him from my human height, it felt wrong to see him so small, I kept my hands above my head in a sign of surrender as I crouched before him. “I can explain.” I said, keeping my voice low and being aware of how much louder I could be at this size.

“Y-you… you’re a-“ He stuttered unable to finish his sentence, I filled in the blanks for him.

“I’m a shifter.” I said carefully. “And I mean you no harm, my intention is as it always has been, to slay the monster in these woods.”

His breathing became heavy as rage consumed him.

“You are the monster!” He shouted. “You are the one I’ve been tracking all along! And you’ve been hiding right under my nose!” I flinched at his words, I should have been expecting that, of course he’d think I was the shifter he was after; it’d make sense to hide in plain sight.

He gave a war cry and lunged for my ankles. “Ooop!” I shuffled my feet away and then wrapped my fingers around his body, I pinched his sword between my finger and thumb wincing as the silver burned my flesh before flinging it into the nearby shrubbery.

With his hands free of a weapon, I held him before my face, his legs kicked at my fingers and his hands scratched furiously at my skin, but I didn’t relent my grip, it hurt my heart not to trust him enough to let him go.

He needed to cool off first.

“Ryder please listen to me, I am not the one you’re after, I swear to you I’ve never harmed a human soul in my life…at least not intentionally.” I added as an afterthought.

“Bullshit!” He fumed. “You’ve been lying to me this whole time, what makes you think I should believe anything you have to say!”

I sighed heavily, sitting myself down on the forest floor, deciding whether or not to wait out his anger or to let him go and make a run for it myself. I landed on the idea that perhaps he would see reason if he heard my story, my real story, it was worth a try at any rate.

“I was ten years old when I turned.” I said quietly.

“What?”

“I didn’t have a choice, I was born this way, as all shifters are.” I explained patiently, ignoring his confusion.

“I was deemed too dangerous to be around my family or my village anymore and I was cast away.” I continued, watching him carefully as he began to lose the gusto in which he was scratching at me.

“I became a nomad, spending a lot of my time in hiding and gaining control over my ability to shift. Once I’d gained that control I re-entered society, living among humans for the most part.” He glared at me then.

“However, I began to hear stories of a Giant who would raid villages, killing innocent people.” I loosened my grip on Ryder somewhat, wanting to appear as less of a monster in his eyes and praying to whatever Gods there might be, for him to listen to what I was saying.

“It was rare for me to come across other shifters, and the ones I did find, preferred to remain on their own and in hiding, like I had been doing. Staying out of trouble and living their lives in peace. But Blade…” I shook my head, still astounded to this day.

“When I found him, he was consumed with a hunger I’d never seen before and told me fantastical stories about how wonderful it felt to crush a living soul in his hands.” I flinched inwardly, realizing I wasn’t making the man currently in my grasp feel any more comfortable than he had felt before, I continued on anyway.

“When I expressed my disgust in his way of life, he attacked me, he left me there within an inch of my life, it took me weeks to recover but when I did, I vowed to myself that I would put a stop to him. That no more innocents would die at his hands.”

I met his eyes then, holding them in my gaze. “Please believe me Ryder, please help me to kill him.”

He remained quiet for some time, his face void of all emotion and stony as he thought over everything I had said.

“Will you release me?” He asked so quietly I almost didn’t hear him. “Of course.” I said and probably a little too quickly I lowered him to the ground and released my grip from him, watching him clumsily regain his footing.

“I suppose it all makes sense now” He mumbled.

“Why you travelled with only a dagger, why you seemed a little taller occasionally and why you had the strength to move the spider’s body off of me.” He began to pace the forest floor in front of me, one time almost running into my boot before he stared at it in disbelief and gave it a wide berth.

I remained quiet, letting him take in all the information I had just dumped on him, all the while keeping my hands firmly in my lap and trying to appear as un-intimidating as I could at this size.

“How do I know you’re not just trying to lure me into a false sense of security?” He mumbled, more to himself than to me, but I answered anyway.

“If I had wanted to kill you, don’t you think I would have done it by now? Why would I have saved you from the spider when I very well could have squished the spider and been done with you.” My answer came out harsher than intended, he looked up at me calculating whether or not I was telling the truth.

“Is your name even Hendrix?” He asked accusing.

“It is actually yeah, normally I give a fake name though I don’t know why I didn’t with you.” I petered off in thought, I had never in my life given my real name to anyone, even when crossing paths with other shifters.

“Can you like shrink back down or something, I can’t talk to you when you’re the size of a fucking building.” He growled, rubbing his sore neck from craning to look up at me.

I chuckled nervously. “Not for a little while I’m sorry.”

“I thought you said you had control of this…’ability’.” He said gesturing to my form up and down.

“Well, I do.” I insisted. “It’s difficult to explain but this is my natural form, holding my human size is actually quite exhausting, especially when I have to hold it in for a long time, two days is my new record.” I said smiling, when he didn’t match my elation, I deflated again. “So um it will take a little bit for me to regain enough energy to uh ‘shrink’ back down again.” I mumbled.

“I see.” He said thoughtfully.

As slowly as I could manage, I maneuvered my body so that I was laying on my stomach with my head resting on my arms in front of me, that way we could talk on a more equal level, and he wouldn’t have to strain himself.

He watched me the entire time I was moving, backing up a few steps to give me space and keeping his balance as my body vibrated the floor beneath him. It was an uncomfortable feeling, knowing a small movement on my part had such a huge impact on humans.

“Thank you.” He said slowly, almost as though it were a question, he still seemed awfully wary of me, but the murderous rage seemed to have left him for now.

“So ah, now that the cats out of the bag, we should talk game plan on how to take Blade down, yeah?” I suggested hopefully.

He crossed his arms over his chest. His shaggy dark brown hair moved with the breeze my breaths caused and I couldn’t help but find him somewhat adorable at this size, though I’d never say that out loud to him, that was a sure-fire way of getting my head chopped off.

“Does everything that you have on your person grow with you?” He asked.

“Oh, um yeah, my bag, clothes, everything that I have on my person at the time of the change, it’s kind of a package deal, and one I’m grateful for otherwise I’d go through a hell of a lot of clothes.” I rambled with a nervous chuckle.

“Shut up.” He said sternly and then met my eyes with a mischievous smile that finally reached his eyes as something seemed to click within his mind.

“I have an idea.”

Part Three

#gt #gianttiny #giant/tiny #g/t #giant #tiny #gtfluff #size shifter #sizedifference #HendrixRyder

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Here is the link to my masterlist.

You Realize You Like Him Part 2

George: Slytherin, halfblood, same year

I quietly sat in the library working on a couple of assignments alone. I wasn't super busy or anything. I just wanted to get ahead with some of my classes.

Looking up I saw George walk into through the doors. I was a little surprised since George nor Fred liked to show their faces in here. The library was the last place you would ever expect to find either of them.

I had no idea how they were managing to continue moving up in their classes, but they did it. I assumed that the professors didn't want them hanging around any longer than necessary so they made sure to pass them.

His eyes scanned the room and landed on me. He marched over to me and sat down right in front of me. I guess I was the one who had brought him to the library.

"The blonde told me you'd be in here." He grinned picking up one of my quills and playing with it.

"Draco?" I questioned sitting my other quill down so I could focus on him.

"That's the one."

"I can't believe you two actually had a civil conversation." I giggled in shock. It seemed like the two of them were always sneering at each other. I don't think they had ever had a normal conversation.

"Now I wouldn't go as far as calling it civil (y/n). There was a lot of arguing of course. There were even a couple curses, but in the end he ended up telling me where you were."

"I just don't understand why you two can't get along. You know that the two of you are two of my favorite people in the entire world and I just want you to get along."

"I know (y/n)." George sighed. "Honestly, I don't see that ever happening. I wish I could be more positive about it."

"So, why are you really in here George?" I asked before the conversation could get even more off track.

"I'm falling behind in Potions. Can you please help me?"

"Of course." I grinned gesturing for him to grab a book and some parchment paper so I could help him with some assignments we had due at the end of the week. After a while George and I decided that we should go visit the house elves in the kitchen.

I loved the house elves so of course I agreed. I think he was tired of working and he knew that I would never turn down a chance to see them. The elves made us some tea to help us stay away for a little bit longer so we could finish up George's homework.

I watched as George walked over to one of the elves and whispered something in her ear. She eagerly nodded, snapped her fingers, and some music began playing.

"May I have this dance (nickname)?" He extended his hand and bowed a little. I giggled and took his hand.

"Of course you may Georgie." I stepped up to him and he wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me into him.

I laid my head on his chest so that I could feel his heartbeat. In the time that I was dancing with him, I could feel his heartbeat get faster. I just ignored it and eventually it went back to normal.

"I'm getting sleepy George." I admitted after we had been swaying around the kitchen for a while.

"Me too (y/n). Let's go get our stuff from the library." We told the house elves good bye and thanked them for everything. George merely shoved everything into his backpack and took a seat waiting on me to finish up.

It took me a minute to finish packing because all of my assignments had a specific place to go so I could keep up with everything. While cleaning up, I noticed George staring at me.

"Why are you staring at me?" I shyly asked. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No," he chuckled and then sighed. "You're beautiful (y/n). How could I not stare?" The usual cocky George was nervous and I had caused it.

Little did he know, he was the only person that had the same effect on me.

Fred: Gryffindor, pureblood, 2 years below (same as Trio)

"Shit." I yelled rolling out of bed trying to pull on my Gryffindor uniform that lay crumpled on the floor. It was from yesterday, but it would have to do. Of of all days of course I would oversleep today when I had a very important potion to do for Snape's class.

This was one of the potions we would have to perform for our OWLS so being there for class was extremely important. Breakfast was still going on so if I could just get down to the dungeons without anyone stopping me, I should be fine.

I ran down a couple of flights of stairs periodically checking my watch. I was going to make it to class on time and everything was going to be okay. I knew a shortcut and I tried to avoid it since Malfoy and Parkinson liked to linger around there, but today I was going to have to take the risk and pray they weren't there today.

I was deep in thought congratulating myself on how I would get to class right in time and then I felt someone tightly grip my arm.

"Hey (nickname you don't like), why are you running?"

I tried to snatch my arm out of Malfoy's grasp, but he was much stronger than me. I turned around to see that famous smirk plastered on his lips. I could deal with him any other day, but please not today.

"Please just let me go Malfoy." He had come up with this nickname for me that I absolutely hated but I didn't have time to tell him off so I thought maybe if I was nice he would get bored of me.

"Why are you running?" He repeated in a softer voice as if he was actually curious to where I needed to be.

"There's no need to repeat yourself," I muttered under my breath, "I ignored you just fine the first time." I watched as the smirk fell from his face and I instantly regretted opening my mouth. I should have just told him.

Sometimes it could be difficult to control the things that came out of my mouth. He grabbed my shoulders and roughly shoved me up against the wall.

"You have a really quick tongue (nickname you don't like)." He eyed me up and down with those cold pale eyes causing me to feel uncomfortable. "Maybe we could put it to good use."

It took me to realize what he was implying and when I realized, I couldn't help but scowl. When had he become so vulgar?

"Never gonna happen Malfoy." I hissed shoving him away from me. I gathered all my things that had fallen to the ground and realized I was missing something.

"Looking for this (l/n)?" I very slowly turned around to see Pansy waving my diary around. I looked at my watch. Everyone would be taking their seats in class right now. I could slip in without anyone noticing if I just left them to keep my diary. I wrote some really personally things in there and who knows what would happen if I left it in their hands.

I lunged towards Pansy but she tossed the book over my head and Malfoy easily snatched it out of the air.

"Did you write anything about me in here?" He wondered out loud flipping through the pages. I needed to find a way to distract him so I could get my book back and take off down the corridor.

"And why would your name be in there?" I snapped glaring over at him.

"I'm hurt." He fake pouted, closed my diary, and looked like he was going to hand it back to me. "So if I give this back to you, will I get anything in exchange?"

"Hey." There came a voice from the other end of the corridor and I let out a sigh of relief. "What's going on down here?" Fred Weasley, my hero. Watching him walk towards us, I had never seen him this angry before.

It reminded me a little of his mom, Molly. I watched as Pansy sulked into a corner and Malfoy had this sort of scared look on his face. He snatched the diary from Malfoy, grabbed my arm, and dragged me out of the hallway.

"What are you doing with them (y/n)? Don't you have a class right now?"

"Yes. I was running late to class and Malfoy-"

"Malfoy did what?" He quickly turned around waiting on me to finish my sentence.

"Nothing." We were standing at the entrance to the Potions room. I knew that if I had told Fred some of the things he had been saying to me, he would be furious and there was no telling what would happen if he got mad enough.

"Did he hurt you?"

"No. Nothing like that. Look I have to get to class, but thanks for saving me." I stood on my tippy toes and planted a kiss on his cheek before heading into Potions class. Right then and there I realized Fred was always going to be there for me.

Cedric: Hufflepuff, muggleborn, same year

I remembered someone bumping into me and then the sound of air rushing past my ears. I remembered the crowd gasping, but then there was nothing. I opened my eyes to see the Hufflepuff quidditch team surrounding me. I slowly blinked and attempted to sit up.

"(y/n). Are you okay?" Cedric asked kneeling down beside me. He pushed me down a little as if he was trying to keep me from standing up.

"I'm fine." I tried to stand up but there was something seriously wrong with my leg. I was about to fall back onto the ground but Cedric reached out and wrapped his arm around my waist to keep me steady.

Even though I was in so much pain, I couldn't help but get nervous at the fact at Cedric was this close to me. I looked away from him trying to hide my face as much as possible.

"What happened?" I questioned looking around at my team members wanting an explanation for why I had fallen off. They all had this furious look on their faces when I brought that up.

"Marcus Flint knocked you off your broom." Cedric said through clenched teeth. "Madam Hooch had a fit and heavily penalized them so don't worry about that. I think we're going to have to reschedule the match since you can't fly."

"No no no, I'm fine." I tried to push myself away from Cedric to stand up but that just resulted in me collapsing to the ground.

Marcus looked at us smirking. He knew that he had caused this and he didn't care that I was hurt. He was going to do whatever he wanted to make sure that his team won.

Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones made their way down from the stands and over to us offering to take me to the hospital wing while the rest of the team got everything sorted out.

Cedric sent someone to talk to Madam Hooch about rescheduling the game. What what Marcus did was completely illegal and we deserved to play again once I was better.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Cedric marched right over to Marcus. I turned back around looking towards the castle not wanting to watch them fight.

I laid in the hospital bed waiting on someone from my team to come update me on the situation. Madam Pomfrey managed to fix my bones to the best of her abilities but she said it was going to take a little while to finish healing on its own. So that meant no Quidditch for a couple of days.

Cedric walked into the infirmary with a black eye and a bloody lip to take a seat next to my bed.

"What happened to you?" I cupped his face in my hands looking at all the bruises and scratches.

"He hurt you." He simply said. "Flint hurt you and that was not okay. I promise it doesn't feel as bad as it looks."

"Are you in any trouble?"

"Nah," he shrugged, "I know Madam Hooch saw us fighting, but I think she turned a blind eye to it. We got the match rescheduled for the weekend of Halloween." He stood up getting ready to leave. But before he left, he leaned down and placed a kiss on my forehead. "I would never let someone hurt you and get away with it (y/n)."

Watching him walk out of the door I realized he was one in a million.

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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For a event request, could you do prompts 11 and 30 for 2012 parasitica!Leonardo?

Yes! More Parasitica! This is perfect for the event! Aged up, of course. This is sort of an AU based off the parasitica episode.

Yandere! Parasitica! Leonardo Prompts 11 + 30

(Halloween Event - Parasite)

Pairing: Romantic

"I'd crush their heart in front of you if it meant you'd only love me!"

"Those lasting marks are signs of our love!"

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Blood, Saliva, Biting, Disgusting descriptions, Feral behavior, Animalistic behavior, Implied death or infection.

You lost your friend the day he found that mutant wasp egg. He was no longer the turtle you once knew and cared for. After the attempt to isolate him failed, he had gotten loose in New York.

It was up to you and the rest of the turtles to try and find Leo. A task that soon proved to be harder than you thought. Leonardo was fast, agile, and feral like a wild animal.

It was impressive as to how he was not caught yet.

A growing fear you shared with Leo's brothers was him infecting anyone else. Then you all couldn't tell how many of those parasitic zombies there were. It was a race against the clock to track down the rogue turtle, leading to you coming up with the plan to split up.

"Alright, you all can track people well due to being ninjas. Try searching different areas of New York. April will help keep track of where everyone is, while I stay on the ground to look for any odd behavior."

Admittedly, it was a dangerous plan. Yet New York's safety was at stake and you'd be risking too much time by staying together. It was a risk you had to be willing to take....

For the most part, it worked. Just not in the way you expected. Leonardo had been drawn out of whatever hiding spot he was in, by you.

Quickly, you grab the T-Phone Donnie gave you and radio him in. You heard growling from around you and wanted to be safe. At the crackle of Donnie's voice on the reciever, you heard a hiss.

"Donnie. I believe I've found Leo. Come to my location, quick."

"On it, please be careful!"

You turn around quickly after cutting off the call. Somewhere around he was Leo, the issue was figuring out where. Another hiss comes from the shadows, making you back away.

"Oh, Leo... if you are there please be merciful-"

Leonardo had been following your scent. Even in his parasite driven mind he still cared for you. As endearing as that sounds, it mostly creeped you out.

Green drool drips onto your shoulder from above, causing you to jump back. You yelp softly at the sticky substance before Leonardo jumped down from wherever he was perched. Those clouded black eyes stared into your soul....

"(Y/N)..." He growls, not once looking away from you.

"Look, Leo, don't do this-"

"You're working with them, aren't you?"

"Who?"

"Those enemies of the egg. You're aiding them in finding me... you know we can't have that, right?"

"I want you to stay right there, Leo. I'm not going anywhere, I promise!"

"I know you aren't."

Leo steps closer, hissing.

"I won't let you."

You're barely able to dodge the lunge Leo took towards you, tossing the T-Phone at him in an attempt to keep him from biting you. Leo caught the device, glaring at you.

"I'd crush their heart in front of you if it meant you'd only love me!"

He then shatters the phone in his grip, grinning.

"Just like I did this phone...."

"What are you talking about!?"

"You like them more than me!"

Leonardo screeches, stalking towards you once again.

"You should like ME more! I'm choosing you to help me protect the egg! What do you want from me? I just wish to court you!"

You cringe softly at his words, looking for more stuff to throw at him. Could Donnie and the others take anymore time? How far did they go out?

"I'd tear their hearts out to display them to you... wouldn't that be a great gift? Would that make you wish to select me as your partner?"

You shake your head, throwing a rock at Leo. He deflects it, growling at your resistance.

"No, please... Leo this isn't-"

You scream loudly when Leo pounces on you, mouth open. You push at him desperately in an attempt to escape. Even when the sharp pain of his teeth stung you, you still fought.

"They can't have you. Only I can. I want you to join me in protecting the egg. The others will perish... and you'll help me."

He digs into you, teeth digging into your skin. Blood and saliva mix with each other, a disgusting combo pooling around you. You'd think he'd stop after one bite....

Leo didn't, however. He bit, and bit, and bit until you were littered in marks. He coos at you softly when you feel your mind slipping. It could have been the blood loss... it could have been you turning... at this point you no longer cared.

"Those lasting marks are signs of our love!"

He says it with such affection. Like what he was doing was purely out of love. This was not love, this was animalistic desire.

You feel your senses leaving you by the time you heard Donnie calling out for you. You can hear Leo chuckling at the futility of Donnie trying to take you away from him. After the first bite, you were his.

There was no going back.

You'd either die or become like him.

As of now you couldn't figure out which fate would be yours.

All you could do was greet the blackness of your subconscious and wait to find out.

#yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt #yandere tmnt 2012 #yandere parasitica leonardo #yandere leonardo #panther halloween event 2022

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mumuugi · 2 years

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a scenario where jun who can't help but being rough and overstimulate his girlfriend in order to release all of his frustration from idol work. also, can you please put the aftercare too? i hope i don't ask to much :]

୭ 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘂𝘁

୨୧ pairings : jun sazanami x fem!reader

୨୧ warnings : degradation, face slapping (just once), light choking, rough sex, overstimulation, biting, creampie

all the insane amount of idol work just leads to having pent up feeling of frustration. luckily for jun, you were there to give him some help, though your words might shock him at first before you both get down on it

i feel like.. this went on a bit longer than i expected.. hope you enjoy it nontheless!!! it was fun writing for him <3

“fuck..”

a displeased groan came out from jun, he has been feeling off the edge recently due to the overwhelming work that his unit been been going through. he hasn’t been getting enough sleep, not to mention the constant trainings that he has to attend before the show debuts

he didn’t even got the time to give you a visit.. then he remembered, it’s his free time right now. currently eden is on a short break before getting back on the track and jun mentally facepalmed himself. guess all those idol work is slowly making him forgetful about real life stuffs..

nevermind that, he quickly got out of his chair and readies himself to your apartment, sending a quick text notifying you that he’d be there in few minutes. not even a second passing by he gets a reply from you saying

“alright! i’ll be waiting for you here <3”

somehow that text made him feel all fuzzy inside, maybe because of how long he hasn’t seen you ever since. once he’s done, he slipped on his shoes and went off leaving his room all alone once again

“jun! you’re finally here! ooh i missed you so much!”

you cried out, hugging onto his tall figure tightly. jun returned the hug, a warm smile on his face and spoke “i missed you aswell baby, come on let’s take this inside shall we?” you nod, taking his hand in yours as you both went in your apartment

jun went to take a seat while you went to the kitchen to grab some drinks for the both of you “(name).. you don’t have to do this you know, it’s fine..” jun spoke softly, you can’t help but smile at his words. his words are always so sweet and reassuring, never failed to leave your heart fluttering

“it’s okay jun! i enjoy doing this, trust me” you reassured him, walking along the hallway and putting both of your drinks on the coffee table as you finally took a seat beside him. you both cuddled for awhile, talking to eachother giving small glances from time to time. it has been quite some time since you both got to be this close with eachother

“ugh.. you know, work has been kicking my ass lately.. sometimes i just wish that you could come and watch me there so i wouldn’t be so infuriated by everything..” he groaned out, hands pinching the bridge of his nose as he looked to the other side

you knew that jun hasn’t been feeling at his best lately and you’ve always asked yourself whether he’d accept you helping him out or not.. but since he’s here, you might aswell just give it a try. you softly grip onto his shirt and looked down, feeling a bit anxious trying to ask him that sort of stuffs

“jun.. um.. if you’re frustrated with your feelings.. you could l-let it out on me— it’s fine! really.. i just wanna help you out that’s all..” you hid your face in his chest. well that sounded stupid, you look so stupid right now— why did you even say that?! fuck, he probably hates you right now oh what are you gonna do now—

“you… sure about that? i really don’t wanna hurt you baby!” “i-it’s okay, really!.. i-i was kinda hoping that you’d be a bit more mean with me but i was just— i don’t want you to think that i’m weird i’m sorry—“ your words were cut off with a kiss, your eyes shut itself as you returned the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck bringing him in closer to you

jun smirked in the kiss, his hands finding it’s way behind your back and unclapsed your bra making you gasp. he took this oppoturnity to stick his tongue in, kissing you even deeper than before. this went on for about a minute before you both parted away, you both breathed in deeply, eyes staring into eachother deeply

he wasted no time and carried you into your room, closing the door behind him as he threw you onto the bed. you bit your lip, this is the side of jun that you’ve been craving to see.. the sight of it just excites you even more, making you impatient. the throbbing sensation getting even worse by the time— you needed him so badly

“jun.. please.. need you so bad~” you crawl towards him on the bed but was pushed onto your back harshly by him. jun looked down at you as he got rid of his clothes, purposely teasing you when it comes to undoing his pants. you couldn’t help but stare at the bulge on his pants, the sight of it making your brain fuzzy and more needy

“look at you, fucking slut. can’t wait any longer huh? you think you deserve this? hm?”

jun spat out, taking his belt out as he pinned you down on the bed, eyes burning into yours. you looked up to him with teary eyes, trying to plead him without using any words but that wasn’t working for him. he demanded an answer

“y-yes.. please jun.. i’ve been so good for you, please—ngh!~” your begs turned into moans as jun took your skirt and panties off, leaving your wet pussy all visible for him ”yea? that’s it. fuck, look at you, all wet and it’s for me. you’re nothing but a slut, aren’t you?” his words sent you to oblivion. you weren’t supposed to be enjoying those degrading words but here you are

you let out nothing but meek whines, hoping that he’d just get this over with. his laugh was dark yet hot, making you clench on nothing. suddenly, you felt something thick inserted in you “j-jun— hah! y-you’re so big!” whining out, you gripped onto the bedsheets tightly

jun groaned out, going down to leave a bite on your neck, his canines sinking into your soft flesh. it was painful at first, though soon enough it melted into pleasure

“shit.. you’re so tight.. i fucking missed this pussy..” he nestled himself inside of you, making sure that you get used to his size before moving. jun caressed your face lovingly, whispering into your ear both degrading and praising words. both of you missed being this close with eachother, hoping that you both could stay like this for awhile atleast

after what felt like hours, jun thrusted into you slowly, hearing you gasp out from the stimulation. he took this as an oppoturnity to thrust into you relentlessly, giving you no mercy. jun growled out, feeling how tight you are around him, sucking him in deeper while his thoughts are all over the place on wanting to just see you underneath him like this

jun gave no hesitation and fucked you rough into the bed— isn’t that what you asked for anyway? his hands that were beside your head went to lightly grip around your throat, choking you softly as he went on to degrade you

“bet you’ve thought about me doing this to you for the longest time, right? fucking yourself on your fingers to the thought of me being mean to you, cumming to the thoughts of being roughed up by me. yea, i know you did. that look on your slutty face just says it all~”

you whined at his words, the impact he has on you is insane, instantly turning you into a putty in his hands.jun gave a small slap against your cheek, holding onto it as he went down to give you another deep kiss. your arms went to hung around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin leaving small marks behind

you gasped into the kiss, feeling him hit one of your sensetive spots inside, fucking into you even harder once he found it outyour body trembled as your orgasm came closer, clenching on his cock. your whines became louder, parting away from the kiss and cried out “jun! c-close.. i’m close! d-don’t stop!”

jun wasn’t even near his high, wanting to savor this moment as best as he could, getting off to all your whines and pleads, the euphoric look on your face, how vulnerable you were beneath him. it just drives him crazy seeing you like this

your body gave out as you came on him, hard. begging him to stop fucking you but it was no use, his hips started moving even harder than before, turning you into an overstimulated mess. your cheeks were damped from all the tears you let out, the pleasure was just too much— you couldn’t handle it anymore

with that, you came for the second time, hands against his chest trying to push him off you, thought it was no use. he was stronger than you. your hands went limp, laying it across the bed as you took in what jun gave you. his cock still hitting it deep inside of you with no intentions to stop, you were mush by now, too weak to even let any words out

as much as he wanted to see you like this, he felt his orgasm coming, thrusting into you slow yet hard, hitting all the good spots inside of you “shit.. baby, i-i’m gonna cum.. gonna f-fill you up real good—nggh” he gave in few more thrusts until he started filling your insides with his seed. it was so much. jun looked down to where you both were connected, seeing how his cum overflowed and dripping down onto the bedsheets staining it

he pulled out, the sudden emptiness made you whine out for him. he let out a small laugh and gave you a kiss before reaching out to grab on the cloth you set beside your drawer, cleaning up the remains while being gentle around your abused pussy, making sure to not irritate you from the touch

“i’m sorry if i went a bit rough on you, i really didn’t mean to—“ “it’s alright, jun.. i enjoyed it~” your words reassured him once again, hands went to gently caress his face at the same time as you both stared into eachothers eyes, basking in the moment. once jun has done cleaning up, he set the cloth aside and brought you towards him in a warm hug, feeling eachother closely as jun let out soft praises to you

“how about i run you a bath? you must be feeling sore after all of that..” he suggested, looking at you hoping that you’d accept his kind gesture instead of wanting to do it by yourself “sure! if it means you joining in with me” you replied, those words itself lit jun’s eyes up, he’d be more than happy to take a warm bath with you

“of course, sweetheart. come, i’ll carry you there” jun spoke before carrying you in his arms and headed straight for the bathroom

wow that was a lot goodbye

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars smut #enstars x reader #enstars smut #jun sazanami x reader #jun sazanami smut

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emotionallychargedtowel · 28 days

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sécrétions pas si magnifique

Once @wen-kexing-apologist brought the existence of the perfume Sécrétions Magnifiques by Etat Libre d’Orange to my attention, I felt like I had to at least smell it once. It has a unique marketing angle--it's supposed to smell like sex, to put it briefly--and reviews for it are highly polarized and fascinatingly vivid, particularly the negative ones. And yeah, the name means Magnificent Secretions. Naturally, I wanted to investigate.

A friend of mine got me some perfume samples as a belated Christmas gift and I asked her to include a sample of Sécrétions in the order. It took me a while to try it because I wanted to do so on a day when I was at home on my own and could put it on early in the day to give it a chance to fizzle out before my family got back. After all, some reviewers had said it was absolutely rank. A little while back, the right opportunity arose and I gave it a go.

My notes on the opening (the initial, soon-after-application scent):

Definitely aquatic, sweeter than expected (almost fruity), with a slight powdery quality. A really sharp metallic note (according to my info, this metallic note is via an aldehyde so it’s no surprise that it hits hard in the opening). Any muskiness seems to have been mostly swallowed up by the sweet gourmand note. The milky coconut notes are mostly just reading as sweet at this point. The whole thing is a really weird mixture. It’s not a complete juxtaposition, so I guess some skillful blending is happening here since the notes are so disparate. But it’s still a decidedly odd combination of elements.

And the drydown (the part after it has, you know, dried down):

It comes across as much more blended at this point. Aquatic and metallic notes that seemed volatile, like they wouldn’t last past the opening, stick around longer than expected. The gourmand notes get more distinctly lactonic and the salty aspect of the aquatic notes is a bit more noticeable. So at this point, it smells more like what I expected from its description—salty, metallic milk. The musk note is also in evidence but I really had to look for it, and it gets lost in the composition quickly.

(Segueing out of writing up my notes and into the general discussion...)

The sex smell concept makes a bit more sense at the drydown stage, but it’s still not a comparison I ever would have made unprompted. When you’re looking for it, though, it’s at least somewhat possible to read it that way. It’s not much like any sex smell I’ve ever come in contact with, but you could imagine it being one under certain circumstances (particularly since these sorts of smells vary so much between individuals). But even if I give it the benefit of the doubt in this way, it's still skewed in a direction that isn't entirely up my alley.

Basically, there are a number of secretions the name of this fragrance could theoretically refer to, and a good sex smell fragrance would, I think, smell at least a bit like all of them. The main ones would be sweat, semen, and vaginal fluid. And of the two I can sort of make out in this fragrance if I squint hard enough, the most prominent by far is what I can only call a semen accord.

Which may have something to do with why even when I could kind of see a way in which they accomplished what they were going for, this didn't appeal to me that much. A perfume that's supposed to smell like sex that is this bereft of pussy is, well, a choice. I dunno, maybe I’m just too bisexual for this stuff.

All of this might seem less glaring if it weren’t for the fact that the musk component wasn’t very noticeable either in the opening or the drydown. After all, sweat is pretty much the one universal sex smell. But I kept losing track of the musk entirely. It’s striking that seemingly volatile notes like the aldehydes in this stuck around for a surprisingly long time but the musk, which was never prominent, faded quickly. (I haven’t tried a lot of musk-heavy perfumes but my understanding was that musk notes usually stick around for longer than this.)

The saltiness combined with the metallic aldehydes caused this fragrance to give me a very distinct feeling in my nose. The combination of the smell and the nose feeling reminded me of the weird feeling/smell you get when you do a somersault in a chlorinated pool, something I haven't experienced in at least thirty years. That was a weird association to have side-by-side with the sex smell association. I found myself trying to imagine what sort of highly specific sex situation would result in this combination of elements. Things involving chlorine? Being upside down?

I guess there is one other thing I could liken that nasal sensation to: the feeling you get when, uh, ingesting certain substances through the nose. Not something I have a lot of familiarity with and what little I do have is decades old, but there was a similarity there. Once again, these associations evoke some pretty specific scenarios. Together, the chlorine/cocaine sensation and the predominance of the semen accord over any other "secretion" notes suggest some pretty specific scenarios rather than more general, highly relatable sexual situations. I couldn't help wondering what it might say about this perfumer that this is what he comes up with when commissioned to create a sex smell fragrance.

To sum up, this perfume sent me down a weird aesthetic rabbit-hole with some surprising associations. It was at least interesting to try. I think the perfumer would have liked it if this had caused some kind of bonkers erotic version of Proust's madeleine effect in me, but instead of bringing back memories it just made me feel compelled to somehow reconcile its weirdness with its marketing claims in a way that led to some truly random trains of thought. I didn't find this stuff repellent, like a lot of people do. I didn't find it sexy at all, like at least some others seem to. It was rather middling in terms of quality for me. There's something impressive about the fact that the perfumer was able to make something relatively cohesive out of such disparate notes, but just because it's not a total cacophony of unrelated smells doesn't mean it actually smells good. I guess if I had to say what the worst thing about it was, it's that it was, no pun intended, rather masturbatory. Because it turned out to be a pretty gratuitous exercise and it has the air of something that its creator/s thought was a hell of a lot cleverer than it actually was.

#secretions magnifiques #l'etat libre d'orange #perfume reviews

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dustedmagazine · 4 months

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Ian Mathers’ 2023: J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée

a picture of Mandy, Indiana by Chris Hogge

It has been, if you’ll pardon the language, a stupid fucking year (or maybe it’s just, as Yo La Tengo correctly diagnosed, this stupid world). On any number of levels: for me, personally; in terms of international politics (although “stupid” is treating multiple ongoing genocides with a bit too much flippancy); the endless buffoonery of local politics; the people we’ve lost, even as the now pretty totally unchecked global progress of COVID thrashes peoples’ immune systems if not taking them out itself; and all of this means I barely have any energy these days to worry about our imminent environmental collapse (remember?). It’s been a grind, but as always music is one of the things that make life worthwhile, despite it all.

Even musically, I felt a bit adrift at times in 2023; one of my longstanding methods of music discovery, the esteemed group review site The Singles Jukebox, called it quits in 2022. And except for one last round of our traditional year-end Amnesty picks (where each writer gets to pick one song for coverage with none of the normal criteria for selection), that very much appeared to be that. And then a stray Discord comment late this year led to getting the band back together, and starting in late November the Jukebox has made a pretty amazing (temporary!) return. As always, that led to me encountering a ton of stuff I simply never would have heard of otherwise (and some new discoveries even slipped onto the lists below, just one more reason the practice most places have of running year end stuff early December makes me wince). It didn’t shift my existing favourites from 2023 much, nor did I expect it to, but it did make me feel like I had more context on the year as a whole, across more places and scenes and genres than I did before (but still incomplete, always incomplete).

This in turn feels tied to a change in my year-end list methodology. At this point I feel like I’m never going to settle on a consistent format forever and ever amen; different years pull different things out of me (both in terms of listening and in terms of sharing), and there’s also a bit of a pendulum-swing effect. For the past two years I’ve gone expansive, 40+ records, various other lists to get more things in. This was me chafing at (entirely self-imposed!) restrictions from years past, and it gave me a sense of freedom, even relief. I still stand by those lists (as much as I stand by any part of my past self). But this year looking at my account of what I’d listened to, realizing my shortlist was around 50 LPs and that if I was applying the kind of criteria I’d used recently I could easily include them all… I could feel myself wanting to go in the other direction. It took me a lot longer than I expected to pare that shortlist down to 20 albums (still an arbitrary number!), and I found the process oddly satisfying. Trying to decide what made those last couple of spots had me thinking harder about what I currently value and what my year has been like (and what my differing experiences with all these pieces of music were like) than I’d had to in a while.

Those longer lists have virtues this one doesn’t, of course; I have an even keener than normal feeling of leaving things out, of failing to adequately represent myself or music or… something. So while it’s true every year that there are records I loved that I don’t represent in any list, I feel the need to re-emphasize that truth here, specifically. Sometimes what made the cut over the days I spent putting this together surprised me; there are albums I wrote positive things about that I fully expected to be here that are hovering just out of sight in the 21-25 range. Some of them are represented in the accompanying list of songs that either don’t have albums or just stood out from their surroundings (and as last year I’ve tried to track down music videos, a form I still love, for all of those). From past experience, some of those standouts will wind up representing albums that, if I’d gotten more time with them this year, could have made it onto the main list. I also couldn’t let go of one of my secondary lists; I just really love EPs, and I wish more people made them (even if one of the entrants this year is long enough I’d normally consider it an album, if not for the band themselves dubbing it an EP).

As always these lists are alphabetical instead of ranked (and where I wrote about them, I’ve linked to it here); as I said, just narrowing them down was hard enough. I have no idea how to assess the relative merits of (say) L’Rain’s playfully, kaleidoscopically deep I Killed Your Dog versus a.s.o.’s self-titled, lush trip hop throwback versus the Drin’s gnomic, garage-bound bad vibes. They’re all great. But I did have two that felt like albums of my year, in different ways. The first of the National’s two 2023 records, First Two Pages of Frankenstein, was already a favourite when some of the personal stuff I alluded to above made me profoundly grateful that they’d put out this record, about mental health and the ends of things and mixed feelings, in this particular year (and then they put out a second record, which is not here because nobody gets to double dip, but it’s also good). I had a less specifically autobiographical resonance with Mandy, Indiana’s incredible debut i’ve seen a way but it did blow me away on purely sonic grounds in a way few bands have in the last decade or so. The greatness of that record to me is in more than just how stunningly different it felt the first few times I played it (although that was an experience I loved); as I said when I made their “Pinking Shears” my Amnesty pick for the Jukebox this year, it felt like a second miracle when the album did cohere into a set of songs that they wound up being some of my favourite songs of the year. Despite all the other ways I’ve been tired in 2023, it’s never been with music, and artists like the following (and the prospect of whatever I’ll encounter next year) are the reason why.

20 LPS

a.s.o. — a.s.o. (Low Lying Records)

ALL HANDS_MAKE LIGHT — “Darling the Dawn” (Constellation)

Avalon Emerson — & the Charm (Another Dove)

Brìghde Chaimbeul — Carry Them With Us (tak:til)

Carly Rae Jepsen — The Loveliest Time (Interscope)

Chappell Roan — The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess (Island)

The Drin — Today My Friend You Drunk the Venom (Feel It)

Eluvium — (Whirring Marvels In) Consensus Reality (Temporary Residence Limited)

Ghost Marrow — earth + death (The Garotte)

The Hives — The Death of Randy Fitzsimmons (Disques Hives)

L’Rain — I Killed Your Dog (Mexican Summer)

Ladytron — Time’s Arrow (Cooking Vinyl)

Mandy, Indiana — i’ve seen a way (Fire Talk)

Mute Duo — Migrant Flocks (American Dreams)

The National — First Two Pages of Frankenstein (4AD)

Pearly Drops — A Little Disaster (Cascine)

Spanish Love Songs — No Joy (Pure Noise)

Tacoma Park — Tacoma Park (Self Released)

Tørrfall — Tørrfall (De Pene Inngang)

Yo La Tengo — This Stupid World (Matador)

5 EPS

Babygirl — Be Still My Heart (Sandlot)

Death of Heather — Forever (Big Romantic)

hkmori — forever (Self Released)

Tara Clerkin Trio — On the Turning Ground (World of Echo)

Weaklung — We Bring About Our Own Demise (Self Released)

20 MORE SONGS

100 gecs — “Hollywood Baby”

Blur — “Barbaric”

boygenius — “Not Strong Enough”

Caroline Polachek — “Dang”

Dua Lipa — “Houdini”

Eslabon Armado y Peso Pluma — "Ella Baila Sola"

Jiraya Uai & MC Tarapi — “Hoje Tem Rodeio, Baile De Favela”

Kesha — “Eat the Acid”

Lexie Liu — “delulu”

Maria BC — “Mercury”

Mitski — “My Love Mine All Mine”

Olivia Rodrigo — “bad idea right?”

Picastro — “Earthseed”

Raye ft. 070 Shake — “Escapism.”

Sho Madjozi — “Chale”

Tinashe — “Needs”

Tyla — “Water”

Troye Sivan — “Rush”

Victoria Monét — “On My Mama”

Water From Your Eyes — “Barley”

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joels-shitty-puns · 6 months

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The Key To Your Heart - Track 7

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Fat shaming, name calling, kissing, angst. Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Word Count: 6.6K!!!

Series List: Here!

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Hi guys! I'm so sorry this took a little extra longer than usual. I've had a lot of ideas for this chapter for a long time and I struggled with putting it all on paper. I'm also on vacation 🤪 but I really wanted to get this one out there, especially before Halloween. Also I'm sorry if the spacing and stuff is crap, I did this from my phone/iPad while falling asleep at 3:30 AM. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!

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You awoke with a start, your alarms blaring through the bedroom. Giving the snooze button a smack, you reach across your mattress, touching the sheets to find the other side of your bed empty.

It was still warm, but missing the actual body that you fell asleep cuddled next to. Blinking your eyes a few times, you called out into the bedroom. "Baby?"

You climbed out of bed, making your way down the hall to the living room, where you finally saw him on the couch. Sound asleep, eyes gently closed, a soft snore passed from his mouth. At the sound of your footsteps, he opened his eyes, giving a big stretch and wagging his tail.

"Good morning Skippy, my little sunshine! I missed your cuddles this morning. Why'd you move to the couch?"

He looked at you and yawned, his eyes closing once again. You giggled and headed for the shower to get ready for another day. Some of us have to actually work and get stuff done in this house!

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The day at work was busy, leaving little time to chat with Pedro. You couldn't help but smirk to yourself as your coworkers buzzed about your new album freshly released the day before. They still hadn't figured it out, but you decided you would continue to let it be your little secret a bit longer. They didn't need to know. Just you and Pedro could share this for now.

On your lunch break, you finally opened your phone to find a few text messages from him. "Good morning! I had fun video chatting with you last night. I'm so glad we listened to your album together, and it was nice to finally get to see you." His message made your heart skip.

Second text from Pedro: "Hey, I hope work is going well for you. I was thinking, maybe if you'd like, we could chat again later? If you don't want to video chat anymore, no pressure, but I enjoyed it and thought maybe if you wanted to, we could."

You replied. "Hey P! It's been a crazy day :) but a good one. Especially waking up happy after enjoying a lovely evening. I would really love to video chat with you again too."

Pedro breathed a sigh of relief at your answer. He couldn't help but feel nervous to ask you, despite having just video chatted last night, and he also didn't want to make you feel pressured; especially with someone as private as you are. But with your response, he smiled as he felt his stomach fill with butterflies at the thought of seeing you again.

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Later on, after work, the two of you were texting and deciding on the time to video chat again. However, before you called, Pedro texted you again. "Hey, I had a question for you, but I didn't want to ask it over the phone or video call and make you feel pressured. But, there's this Hollywood Halloween party coming up in a few days. I know you still want to keep your identity, but I thought if you'd like to, each guest is allowed to bring a date, and I thought you could mingle a little with some other musicians and actors. I can just tell people you're one of my friends from a set if you don't want to give your real name. You don't need to tell them anything you don't want out to the public. Plus I would love to spend some time together in person too, if you want to. I know it's a lot, so if you would rather not go, I understand. But I'd love to meet you."

The idea of going to a party filled with other celebrities, AND Pedro, had you filled with mixed emotions. Nervous. Excited. Terrified. Love-sick. Hesitant.

After a bit of thinking,you decided, and the answer seemed obvious from the start. The party sounded terrifying, and was completely unknown territory. But you also knew that if you didn't go, you'd surely kick yourself and regret this chance forever.

Finally you replied. "Okay! I'll go. I'd love to spend time with you, too, Pedro. Thank you for inviting me."

He replied again: "Really?! So, will boo be my date? 👻"

You: "That was a little too.. (candy) corny. I may have to ghost you. 🎃"

Pedro didn't miss a beat. "Okay, you're driving me batty. 🦇 Want to call and talk about our costumes?"

Oh shit, I forgot about costumes.

The two of you chatted, easily falling into the comfortable conversations you always do. Fitting together like two peas in a pod. Even though neither of you were dressed up fancy anymore, it didn't feel like you had to be someone else, or dress up. Things were comfortable. Easy.

Pedro suggested a matching costume, which made you want to scream and pace through your living room. Unfortunately, due to your camera situation, pacing and screaming would surely cause some alarm. After dancing around things like pirates, ketchup/mustard, and movie characters, you finally had an idea and suggested Cinderella and her prince.

"It just feels kinda fitting you know? Nobody knows who I am, but I go out for once, I meet this prince, and he lets me have this fun night. But then at the end of the night, everything goes back to normal, and I'm unknown again."

Until he eventually can't stay away and they both fall in love and live happily ever after… but that's neither here nor there. Totally not my intention.. pffft…

"That sounds like a wonderful idea. Should I send a carriage?" He joked with a wink, but you could tell he was a little bit serious. You couldn't help but feel like he would have reserved a carriage ride in a heartbeat had you said yes.

"Absolutely not. Way too big of a scene," you laughed. "In fact, I actually have work that day. Would it be possible for me to just meet you there after I get off work? I can just take an Uber across town. My work isn't too far from the party and I'm sure parking will be a mess."

Pedro agreed, although he felt bad you'd be taking a ride-share service alone and continued to offer a ride if you needed. He also felt a bit disappointed he wouldn't get to have any time alone with you beforehand, but he wasn't about to tell you that detail.

Either way, the two of you agreed on your plans, and as the days led up to the party, you grew more and more eager. You also felt more and more dread in the pit of your stomach.

But this will be good. It has to be. Right?

_____

The night of the party came quickly.

You got off work, took a quick shower, changed into your costume, did your hair, and added a little bit of makeup. The costume felt silly, but you kept telling yourself it was Halloween and everyone would be in costumes. Plus, you have a handsome prince waiting for you inside. As your mind and heart raced, the Uber driver pulled up to the curb, dropped you off, and you were met with a line to the entrance.

The line to the party was lengthy, filled mostly with eager fans, paparazzi, and journalists hoping to gain entry. Occasionally you'd see a celebrity pass by, but they were quickly ushered in once they were recognized.

You, however, were unknown by all. So you stood in line, surrounded by others who hoped desperately to meet their favorite celebrity. Not unlike yourself.

Having finally made it, you sent a quick text to Pedro. "Hey! I'm here :) sorry I'm late."

Your stomach twisted in knots. Sure, you were excited to meet Pedro. Especially with as much as the two of you have been talking over the past couple months now-

Geez, has it really been months?

But despite your connection, you still had that nagging self-conscious worry that he might not like you. Maybe he's just been talking with you to be nice, and the second you're together in person he won't give you the time of day. Maybe he will find you boring in real life. Maybe he will think you're ugly. Or weird. Or fat. Or -

"Next!" The bouncer at the door yelled after sending yet another hopeful fan away. Your stomach dropped and your mouth was dry.

"Hi, I-"

"NAME?" He barked, clearly done with this whole event.

"Well, actu-"

"Speak up princess, I can't hear ya when ya mumblin," the man said with a thick New York accent.

You cleared your throat. "Actually my name isn't on the list, I'm a guest of Pedro Pascal."

The man, towering over you, let out a bellowing laugh. "YEAH, I'm sure ya are, toots. You and every other woman in this joint."

"But I-"

"And trust me, I've turned away much prettier broads than the likes a' you at this doorway," he said while looking you up and down with an amused look as if he had just told the punchline at a comedy club.

Your heart sank. You always said things like that to yourself on the inside, but it wasn't often that people were that blunt to your face.

The man sneered while smacking his gum and arrogantly moving it to the other side of his mouth with his tongue. That gum. You wanted to punch him if you had to hear him smack it one more time.

"Back a' the line, kid. Y'ain't gettin' in here tonight, but I appreciate the self-confidence," he said, laughing at his own joke.

Disheartened, you didn't even care about meeting Pedro anymore. Your mood was dampened, your ego was hurt, and all you wanted to do was go home, get out of this stupid costume, and cry on your couch. With a short nod, you bit your lip to choke down the tears, turned, and headed towards the exit.

"Hey!!! There you are- wait where are you going?"

You'd recognize that voice anywhere. Pedro.

You turned around, swallowing down your emotions and putting on a fake smile, despite the wave of hurt and anxiety pooling in your stomach and chest. "Hey, Pedro! You found me."

Pedro smiled at the guard and snuck past, telling him "hey, she's with me." Fans in line squealed, which he greeted with a kind wave and charming smile. At last, he reached you and gestured for the two of you to head inside to the party. You gave a nod and a small, half-hearted smile.

You didn't want him to know how upset you were. Not only did you feel pathetic and slightly agree with the bouncer, but you also didn't want to ruin Pedro's night.

As the two of you entered the crowded party, you looked around at the decorations. Filled with purple and green lighting, the Halloween music blared and monsters danced the night away. A bowl of green punch sat on a table to the side, surrounded by bowls of candy and platters of snacks. An open bar was on the back wall, providing both normal booze, and Halloween themed drinks topped with gummy worms or syrup made to look like blood. To the right of the bar was a door to the large rooftop balcony which held tall, dark-green potted hedges, perfectly trimmed and shaped underneath rows of charming fairy lights. Beyond the shrubbery, the deck had several nice patio tables and chairs, a few people catching their breath outside or chatting, and a gorgeous view of the city below with the sparkling sky above.

Back inside and off to the right of the patio door, away from the dance floor, was a door which you assumed was the restroom, based on the long line of women.

"I'd like you to meet some people, if you feel up to it," Pedro yelled to be heard over the booming music from the dj.

"Okay!" You yelled back.

He led you over to a couple of people off to the side of the dance floor, one you recognized as his friend Sarah Paulson, who was dressed in a shimmery witch costume.

Pedro introduced the two of you. Sarah was very sweet, and while you talked music and acting, Pedro touched your shoulder and spoke into your ear to avoid yelling. "I'm going to grab a drink, can I get you anything?"

"I'll just take a soda, thanks!" Although some alcohol might help your nerves, you wanted to maintain a clear head and maybe not do or say something to Pedro that you might regret.

"You got it," he replied, turning on his heel towards the bar.

Once he had left, Sarah gave you a look.

"What?" you laughed.

"You know, he talks about you all the time. I know you already love some other guy based on that hit song of yours, but I gotta say I think he might be smitten with you."

"Oh please, no he isn't. We're just friends!" You smiled at the idea, but inside, you kept hearing the bouncer's words on repeat. There's no way Pedro could have feelings for you. Even if you wanted him to have those feelings more than anything, it couldn't be.

"Whatever you say," she said with a smirk.

A pause before she added "just… don't hurt him. I know you love someone else, but he's a good guy," she pleaded, letting her protective side show.

On his way back from the bar, Pedro ran into Oscar, whom he tagged up with and headed back to your small group. "This is my friend Oscar," said Pedro, introducing you to Oscar as his friend.

Friend. Remember that. Friend. That's all. All you'll ever be.

"Nice to meet you Oscar!" You gave him a cherry smile.

"Nice to finally meet the woman of the hour! Pedro here just won't shut up about you," he said with a smirk, looking at Pedro mischievously. Pedro blushed and looked into his drink cup, taking a sip while trying to hide himself.

"Yep! It's always 'she said this, she said that, can you believe she can do that? She's so smart, funny, sweet…' yada yada yada," he said, smirking again and taking a side glance at Pedro, who choked on his soda. "Shut. Up. Oscar." He quietly threatened through clenched teeth. But despite his quiet tone and a loud party, you heard him.

I mean, I say kind things about my friends that way sometimes. It's nice he's so appreciative of his friends. Because that's what I am. A friend.

Sarah chimes in. "That's what I was telling her! But she claims they're just friends," she air-quotes around the words 'just friends.'

Pedro's heart sank. He knew deep down that's all you were to him, but hearing it second-hand from you still hurt. Just friends… he thought.

"Yeah right," Oscar rolled his eyes, talking to Sarah as if the two of you weren't standing literally right next to them.

"Believe what you want Oscar, but it's true," Pedro answered with a shrug.

Now it was your turn to feel heartbroken. Just friends… you thought.

You cleared your throat, "anyway, I'm going to go get another soda. Can I get anyone anything?" They all answered no, and you headed for the bar.

Deep in your thoughts, you walked over to the bar when a woman slammed into you. She spilled her red, bloody Halloween cocktail drink all down the front of your costume. "Watch where you're going, fat bitch," said the woman, appropriately dressed in a devil costume, her skin-tight red dress barely covering her ass and breasts.

You sighed. At this point you decided to skip the refill and head toward the bathroom to clean up your now wet front. You looked back to see the devil herself headed right towards Pedro's direction. Typical, you thought with an eye roll. She wants him and is mad I was talking to him.

You turned away from that scene and reached the line to the bathroom. It was lengthy, but luckily it was moving fast. Once inside, you finally could let your emotions out a little bit. You wanted to put on a brave face for Pedro and not ruin his evening, but ever since the bouncer made his comments, you couldn't get them out of your head. And now with that woman spilling her drink on you, you had another reason to be upset. You felt undeserving to be here to begin with, and their comments really solidified the imposter syndrome.

Despite wanting so desperately to see Pedro in the flesh, you hadn't even been able to really make eye contact all evening. Your nerves about meeting him were still there, but now you were just upset about the whole night. Even though you wanted to look at him, really see him, you felt like you didn't deserve it; and your nerves warned you not to look or else he'd figure you out.

If he realizes I like him, it's game over. It'll be like that guy I liked before. He'll eventually say it's weird. Weird for me to have a crush on him, weird for me to touch him, weird for the two of us to talk about relationships or sex. It's 'weird' with you.

You really started to hate that word; weird.

Perhaps you were destined to be a single hermit forever. Or maybe just become a nun.

Cleaned up and having let enough tears out for a couple more hours, at least until you could go home and really cry, you walked out of the bathroom. Heading back toward Pedro, you saw a tall, thin, beautiful woman wearing a tight black dress with a slit down the thigh and skeleton makeup on her face.

The woman was standing close to Pedro when you saw her touch his bicep. Slowly running her hand down his forearm, she batted her eyelashes and twirled her hair with her other hand. She said something to him you couldn't hear, but the two of them began to smile, Pedro's eyes growing wide with his grin. He said something to her and they both laughed, him throwing his upper half forward in a classic Pedro laugh.

That's it. I can't do it. I can't be here and see this.

Turning on your heel, you made for the patio door. The crisp air hit your face, urging the tears to fall immediately.

_____

Pedro laughed as the woman, Tricia, held up both hands in defense. "I SWEAR, Pedro. That's what she did. She touched my arm like that, twirled her hair, batted her eyelashes, and said "hey baby. Come here often?"

Pedro laughed, "oh man, that's so cheesy."

"I know!" Tricia laughed, holding her stomach.

Pedro raised an eyebrow. "Okay, you agree it's cheesy, yet I feel like every time I've seen you two together tonight, you're the one that can't keep your hands off of her," he stated with a sassy smirk.

"Alright, you caught me," Tricia replied with a laugh, right as her girlfriend Sam walked up in a matching skeleton costume. Sam handed Tricia a cup of purple liquid and asked what they were laughing about.

"I asked how you two got together," Pedro replied with a chuckle.

"Oh, gosh, I can only imagine how she's spun the story this time!" Sam replied with an eye roll and a quick kiss to Tricia's lips. Seeing the two love-birds kiss made Pedro long to experience that with you.

Where did she go? There's no way she's still getting a drink.

He excused himself and headed towards the bar, but you weren't there. Then he walked towards the bathroom to check the line. Nope.

Finally he looked to the left and saw you, leaning against the balcony which overlooked the city.

He pulled the sliding door open, slipping outside into the cool October night. The patio was mostly empty, apart from a few stragglers on the far side of the rooftop, sitting at the patio furniture underneath a heat lamp. Most of the guests had gone inside when the temperature began to dip. He walked towards you, saying your name to gain your attention, but you didn't turn. Too deep in your thoughts.

"Are you okay? What are you doing out here all alone?" He touched your shoulder gently.

Startled, you tried to quietly sniffle and wipe your wet eyes without him noticing, careful to avoid smudging your mascara.

You turned to face him, planting another fake smile on your face. "Yeah I'm fine, just needed some air, that's all. You?"

"I can tell you're not okay. What's wrong?" He frowned, stepping closer to you and eyeing the red stain on your dress. Confusion laced across his face.

You stepped back a half-step away from his touch. "It's nothing, it just seems it isn't my night I guess… but you look like you're having fun. Get back in there and dance with Sarah and Oscar," you said with a gentle smile. "I think I might head out. Skipper is probably wondering where I am, anyway."

"I'm sorry you're not having a good time. Let me at least give you a ride home," he pleaded with his brown eyes. This was the first time all night you had actually made eye contact with him, finally seeing just how handsome he really was in person.

Yeah. There's no way he'd go for me. That's for sure.

"No, no please, you stay, I'll just get an Uber. It's fine! Thank you for inviting me tonight though, Pedro. That was really sweet of you."

"I'm not letting you take an Uber home when I'm right here."

"No, dont. I don't want you to miss the party…" you added.

"I've partied enough tonight. Come on, I'm taking you home. No arguments," he pressed, puppy dog eyes unwavering in his demand.

Seriously this man could get away with murder the way he looks with those eyes.

"Okay. Fine, if you really don't mind," you finally agreed, not that it was even an option.

He gave a quick explanation to his friends with a brief wave before the two of you headed out the front door. You scowled at the guard as you walked past.

Thanks for ruining my night, asshole.

After receiving his car from the valet, Pedro pulled open the passenger door for you, gesturing for you to climb inside.

Nobody has ever opened the car door for me before, other than my dad.

What a gentleman...

Just because you were upset didn't mean you weren't zapped with a feeling of adrenaline and love at his chivalrous action. Whoever ends up with him is a lucky person.

You climbed in the passenger seat and he went around the car, entering the driver's side.

Not only did you feel like you ruined the party, but you worry you may have ruined your shot altogether. Why would Pedro want you after you didn't even talk to him your first night out together?

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*Pedro's POV*

As he climbed into his seat, buckling up and starting the ignition, he couldn't help but wonder where the night went wrong.

Did I say something to offend her?

He began to replay all the conversations you'd had tonight, trying to figure out when your sadness began and what could have caused it.

The party conversations? The texts? The phone calls?

Nothing came to mind, which worried him even more that he could be so ignorant to have said something hurtful without realizing.

Pedro looked over at you in his passenger seat. You were curled toward the side, arms scrunched toward your body and looking out the window. Silent. Just the occasional sound of a sniffle, or a road direction for him to take toward your house.

He wanted so badly to reach over and touch you. Hold your hand and rub his thumb over your fingers to comfort you in any way possible while driving. Then, he'd pull you into his arms the second you two got out of the car.

But he knew he couldn't. You weren't his to hold.

Was her crush at the party too? Could he have hurt her somehow?

He felt anger flare into his system at whatever could have made you cry. You deserved the world and he wished he could spend every day trying to prove it to you.

_____

*Back to your perspective*

About 20 minutes later, you quietly said "this is me."

Pedro put the car in park, and told you to wait. Confused, you sat, but he ran around the car and opened the door for you.

What. The. Hell. Is he real?

You stood from the car, fluffing down your ruined princess dress. "Thank you Pedro. You really didn't have to give me a ride, I feel bad you went out of your way. I'm sorry if I ruined your night."

"Hey, whoa, don't apologize. There's no way you ruined my night, and don't worry about the ride. I feel better knowing you made it home safely from me than some taxi service," Pedro placed his hand on his heart.

"Well, thank you either way. It was nice getting to finally meet you in person…"

"It was nice meeting you too," he shifted his weight, awkwardly wondering how to proceed.

"You should go. Get back to your party before you miss anything else! I'm sure Oscar and Sarah miss you," you prompted.

"Oh, I'm not going back. I'll just call it a night and head home. It's not as fun without my date, anyway." He smirked, and you couldn't help but wonder if he was flirting with you. Probably just being nice.

"You aren't going back??"

"Nah, I'm good. But…" he rubbed the back of his neck with his palm.

"What?" You felt nervous.

"Can I ask why you're so upset? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. It's just… if I did something or said something to upset you… I'm so sorry," he said, and you could actually feel the genuine sadness in his voice.

"Oh, Pedro. No. You did nothing wrong. It's just," you sighed. "Do you want to come in?"

You worried about asking and seeming too forward, but now that it's out there it can't be taken back.

Friends go over to other friend's houses. It's totally fine and normal.

"I, uh, sure," Pedro stumbled over his words. "I'd love to. If you don't mind." He seemed nervous and a little surprised at your invitation.

You unlocked your door and the two of you entered. Instantly, you were greeted by your boy, who was all too happy to have a new friend. His tail wagged, smacking against nearby surfaces.

Pedro's face lit up instantly, and he crouched down to Skip's level. Letting Skipper get a good sniff, you heard Pedro gently coo to your dog. "Hi buddy!! I'm Pedro. I've heard so much about you." He scratched behind his ears.

Your heart swelled. Here they were, two of your favorite boys, bonding like old friends.

Pedro stood up again, giving a final scratch to Skipper's head before turning to you. "So, do you want to talk about it? What happened tonight?"

You ushered him to the kitchen table, asking him if he would like a drink. "Sure, thanks. Just water, please."

You poured two glasses of water and sat at the table near him, finally delving into the events of the evening. You told him about the bouncer and the woman with her drink. "I also saw that one girl talking to you and being really touchy and flirty and I felt like I was intruding."

I was also really fucking jealous…

"Wait, what girl?"

He repeated the evening's events through his mind. He wasn't flirting or being touchy? Who were you - Oh. Tricia, when she was describing Sam. Were you jealous of her? He allowed his mind to wonder, slightly hopeful that you might want more.

"I guess I just… I don't really feel like I fit in here. I don't look like I fit in here. I don't act like I fit in here. I honestly don't even know why you're as nice to me as you are. I wonder why you want to be my friend. Not that I'm not happy about it, because I am, but-"

He cut off your ramblings. "Whoa, whoa, hey. Sweetheart. You belong here. People just don't know you yet. That bouncer was totally out of line and a complete asshole. That woman, who spilled her drink on you, was rude, offensive, and nasty; and I don't tolerate that kind of behavior. Especially towards those I care about. The second she came over, I could tell she was a snake. I didn't give her the time of day. And lastly, the girl you saw being touchy was my friend Tricia. She was describing how her girlfriend picked her up in a bar," he laughed.

"Oh," you listened to his words, still not making eye contact, looking at your hands on the table.

"And as for you," he prompted, "I'm nice to you because you deserve it. You're sweet and funny, and I'm so thankful to have met you. I talk to you because I like talking to you. I enjoy spending time with you, whether it's on the phone, or, even better, when I get to see your face. Although I have to say I hate to see it crying." He brushed away a tear from your cheek, and you gave a small laugh, wiping the rest of your face.

"Thanks Pedro. I'm sorry if I brought down your night. I just really wanted tonight to be special, and it felt like my carriage turned back into a pumpkin before I even started." You gave another defeated laugh.

"You didn't ruin my night. If anything I'm just disappointed you didn't say anything, so I could help cheer you up or we could go do something else." He paused, brushing your hair from your eyes. "By the way, I never did get to tell you how beautiful you look in that dress, princesa."

Your cheeks heated under his gaze. "T-thanks Pedro. You look pretty handsome there, yourself," you answered nervously. It was the first time you had truly looked at him all night, and he was more beautiful than you ever could have imagined. Even pictures didn't do him justice. Dressed in a white suit with golden epaulets and golden buttons on the jacket, he was the most charming prince you'd ever seen.

Pedro rubbed his neck. "Thank you." He smiled. "But, hey, just because the night didn't go your way doesn't mean we can't turn it around."

You smirked. "That's true. Do you wanna watch a movie or something? Because if so, I think I might change out of this costume real quick," you began to stand.

"Whoa, not so fast princesa," he grabbed your arm.

You turned and gave him a confused look.

"Not before I share a dance with you in that dress. I've been waiting all night," he held out his hand.

"Really?" The grin on your face lit up, and you pulled him towards your music room where you stored your records.

"Wow. This is amazing. You have so many records and instruments in here! Is this where you write your music, too?"

"Yep! Here's where the magic happens," you answered with a laugh, pulling out an old record filled with slow love songs of the 50's and 60's. You placed the needle on the record, hearing a soft crackle as it began to play.

Pedro pulled you into his chest, grabbing your right hand with his left and gently placing his right hand on your waist. You slid your left hand up to his shoulder and smiled up at him as the two of you gently swayed to the music.

One song turned into two. Then three, and finally four; the two of you holding each other, silent except for the soft music turning from your record player on the desk. At some point you took the risk and decided to rest your face on his chest while the two of you swayed. His head rested on top of yours, both of you breathing softly, eyes closed, with you listening to the rhythmic drumming of his heart in his chest.

The record crackled with the end of the first side and the two of you looked at each other. You didn't miss the quick glance he stole from your eyes down to your lips, and you began to slowly lean closer.

Is this it?! Am I finally going to have my first kiss?!

You continued leaning closer, both his and your eyes gently closing. You could feel his breath fanning across your nose when-

Clunk clunk clunk. Pant pant. Whine.

You and Pedro opened your eyes, confusion painting your expressions as you turned your faces away from each other towards the sound. Still held in each other's arms, you peeled your eyes away from each other to see Skipper looking at you both with a big doggy grin on his face. His tail smacked the table with a thump thump, and he let out soft little whines and coos for attention.

The two of you laughed, the moment over, as you both kneeled down to give pets while Skip wedged between the two of you. Although you were disappointed the kiss was interrupted, you can't be mad at such a cute face. Still scratching your dog, you looked across to Pedro on the other side of Skipper. The two of you shared a soft look and smile, filled with so many unsaid words and feelings.

"So, uh.. how about that movie?" Pedro asked, still smiling.

______

You changed out of your princess costume into a comfier movie watching outfit and he changed out of his prince costume. He had some clothes in his car, which he changed into, looking handsome as ever. He wore a navy blue sweater with jeans, both fitting him perfectly. The two of you settled on your couch and turned on a movie. Although you sat next to each other, you kept a friendly distance, neither of you wanting to push the other too far.

As the movie rolled on, you had a hard time focusing on the plot with him so close. He looked so cozy and soft, you just wanted to climb in his lap. You wanted him to hold your hand. You wanted to finish that kiss. He smelled nice, he looked nice, and you wanted him more than anything else in this world.

Without realizing it, you gravitated closer. Your body inched toward him, and without him realizing it, he inched closer as well. It wasn't long until your leg was brushed against his. Just the slight touch of his leg on yours was enough to send an electric feeling pulsing through your body. The tension was as tight as an electrical cable, slowly fraying until it eventually snaps into sparks.

Pedro's fingers twitched at his side, his jaw clenching and unclenching. Your eyes kept sneakily darting over to him, his doing the same at opposite times. Your hearts were racing, breathing quick and shallow. The movie finally ended, neither of you able to tell someone the storyline if asked.

You nervously turned towards Pedro, rubbing the back of your neck. "So that was some movie…"

"Yeah, that ending… it was-" his eyes darted to your lips. "Something." He looked into your eyes, hand settling on your thigh as the two of you once again began to lean in closer. You had just shut your eyes, noses brushing together, when he pulled away.

What the heeeeeeeellllll??? Whyyyy!?

You couldn't help but let out a whimper as you opened your eyes after the second failed kiss of the evening.

Pedro sat with his elbows on his lap, holding his face in his hands. "I'm so sorry…"

"What? Pedro? Why are you sorry? What's wrong? Did I - did I do something wrong?"

Do I smell bad? Does he not like me? Was this some sick joke?

"I don't know what I'm doing. I'm sorry. I let my feelings get in the way, and I shouldn't have done that. You're in love with someone else. I can't steal your first kiss. You deserve to have it with the man you really love."

"Pedro-" you tried to pry his hand from his face.

"No. I'm sorry if I ruined things. I should probably leave-" he began to stand up, but you grabbed his forearm and pulled him back down.

"Stop. Pedro," you begged.

He sat back down, looking into your eyes guiltily.

You continued. "Please don't apologize. I wanted you to kiss me…"

"But that guy in your song. You deserve to be with him. I've been letting my feelings take over and stealing all your time away on the phone and text, video chat, and now in person. I almost stole your first kiss from you twice tonight and-" he rambled on, once again throwing his hands over his face before you interrupted him again.

"Pedro.." you pulled his hand away from his face, leaving yours to hold his cheek instead, but he still avoided your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you figured it was time to take the plunge.

"It's you, Pedro."

His eyes glanced up to yours. "What?"

"It's you. It's always been you. You're the one I like."

"Wait, so you mean-"

"Yes. The songs, the interviews, our chats… I've been talking about you this whole time. I really, really, like you."

Pedro gave a gentle smile, leaning his face into your hand. "I like you too, baby," he whispered.

His hand moved from his cheek to yours and the two of you leaned in. Closing your eyes, you brushed your noses together before you whispered "please kiss me.

You could feel a soft smile as he pressed his lips to yours, first gentle and soft, then stronger and more desperate. Although the kiss was still very tame, you could both feel all the emotions you've been harboring for each other for so long.

Breathless, the two of you pulled back, falling into a gentle laughter. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for that kiss," you spoke softly, wanting to keep the words as quiet as possible, heard only within the tiny bubble you currently shared.

"Me too," he smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips.

"I think you were worth the wait," you pecked his lips.

"I think you were too," he rested his head on your forehead with his hand on your neck, lightly stroking over your hair.

"I like you." You giggled.

"I like you too." He grinned. "But, you know, if I remember correctly, 'like' wasn't the word you used in your song…" he teased.

Your stomach flipped. "I don't want to scare you off too soon, P."

"You won't, sweetheart. You couldn't if you tried. I feel the same way." He kissed your forehead.

You looked at him, and feeling slightly nervous, yet calmed by his deep brown eyes, you told him those important words that have been spilling from your chest in silence.

"I love you Pedro."

"I love you too," he grabbed your face, once again pressing a kiss to your lips, this one much deeper than the others, before pulling you into his arms. The two of you were finally together. Finally you had love. All the things you wanted were coming true.

Turns out you got your happily ever after tonight after all.

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To be continued...

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80, go wherever the spirit moves you 💜

Ahaha, oh god, this got way longer than I wanted. Thank you for the ask, I hope you like it!

"Teach me?"

The words were quiet, almost shy, and Eddie thought for a second he must have imagined them. But no, when he turned his head, Steve was looking at him expectantly, a slight blush adorning his cheeks.

Eddie put down his pen and twisted in the chair to face his boyfriend. It was late evening and Eddie was completely immersed in planning of the next Hellfire Club campaign, the small desk in their bedroom cluttered with notes, drawn references and seemingly random numbers. Steve always kept himself busy when Eddie got into a creative mood, tidying up, fixing things around the apartment or watching sports on the TV, their routine had become comfortable and familiar. They had finally learned they can be different and still spend time together, their silences weren't awkward but safe. So when Steve spoke up while Eddie's mind was preoccupied with scenarios so devilish the party would undoubtedly end up whining to their favorite babysitter, Eddie didn't expect it.

"Sorry, love," Eddie stretched his back and yawned. The crunch of his spine startled him and he promptly lowered his arms, slightly shifting from side to side to avoid that sound. "I didn't catch that, what do you want me to do?"

Steve bit his lip and Eddie felt a flash of worry that he messed up, that Steve wouldn't repeat his request. It was such a fragile thing, asking for something, and they both were objectively not great at it. But Steve raised his eyes again, those beautiful, determined eyes, and repeated himself. "Can you teach me? Your...your game."

"Oh." Well, that basically covered the range of things Eddie didn't expect. There were too many things he wanted to do at once. Pinch himself. Check if the pretty boy in front of him wasn't a clone. Throw a party. Choices, choices.

He cleared his throat and, pushing the urge to tease deep down, took hold of Steve's hands. "Of course, Stevie. Anything you want."

Steve frowned, staring at their joined fingers. "You don't sound convinced."

"Nonono. No!" Eddie shook his head so vehemently that his hair nearly slapped Steve in the face. "Let me make one thing very clear now, Steve. What you said now? A dream come true. I absolutely want to do it, but I just...I'm a bit confused?" Seeing Steve's puzzled expression, he quickly clarified. "Because you've known Henderson for so long and always refused to play. You don't even want to stay for the Hellfire campaign sessions. I know I'm often making your pretty head hurt from all the brainstorming and ideas and that I mostly live in my head when we're starting a new campaign, and you're so sweet about it. What I'm trying to say is - I absolutely will teach you, but you know you don't need to do this if you don't feel like it, right? We all love you even if you don't play D&D."

The soft smile Steve gave him was all worth the mortifyingly corny confession. Steve's fingers, wider and stronger than his own, started tracking patterns along his palm. Eddie already knew that this was a nervous tell for Steve, like the twirling of anything and everything he had in his hand. "It's..." he mumbled, then shook his head. "I know I don't have to. The thing is...I've wanted to for some time. I get kind of jealous, you know. Not of the dice or anything," he quickly added when he heard the snort forming in Eddie's mouth. "But it looks so nice when you guys get so invested in something. I mean, I know how to throw myself into things, but only physical. Like sports and stuff. And I just...I thought it sounded good. To get lost in a different world. That isn't as shit as the other different world we have."

Oh. This, Eddie could understand. He was no stranger to his head being too loud sometimes, his intrusive thoughts taking over every minute, every second of his day. To think his beloved hobby could help save Steve too...

"It is really nice," he smiled at Steve and leaned into those restless movements. "I often think of you when creating my campaigns, you know. When there are kind characters who save the party's ass when they're being stupid. Or when there are brave knights too good to be true," he teased, dropping a kiss on Steve's wrist. "I will teach you anything you want to know. But why now? You never asked before."

"That's..."

Eddie patiently waited for Steve to gather his thoughts. And well, if the explanation wasn't enlightening. And not in a great way.

Steve sighed. "I don't know if you notice it, Eddie, but I'm not exactly a good fit. Yeah, I hang out with all of you, but I don't get your references, my knowledge ends at the fact that you have made up characters for the game and that you use special dice. Dustin keeps repeating I need to be told everything and maybe that's true, I tried reading some of those booklets they have, but I just don't get it. And when I don't get something, the kids just look at me like I'm the stupidest person in the world, which I mean, fair, but-"

Eddie's lips pressed into a thin line. "Not fair. Not fucking fair. Steve-"

"No, Eddie, it's fine." The caressing was back and Eddie wanted to throw Dustin Henderson off a bridge and then jump after him for ever making Steve believe that it was fine how they treated him. "It's just...knowing I'm not the sharpest pencil is one thing, but having it proved and repeated isn't great. And maybe I should have asked sooner, but I...I'm not great at that. Admitting I don't know something, but I'd like to. But walking up to any of you who have lived and breathed this game for years, it's just...it's intimidating."

"Stevie. I'm so, so fucking proud of you."

Steve's head shot up and he stared at Eddie, mouth hanging comically open. But there was no punchline, no joke. Eddie smiled at him and stroked his cheek, exactly like he did when Steve shared some of the ugly pieces from his family life. "There's...there's nothing heroic about it," Steve muttered, leaning into Eddie's palm.

"Um, yeah there is. It's like..." Eddie's brow furrowed and he started chewing on his lip, thinking. "I never thought of it like that, really, but...it's as if I went to you in high school, in front of all your basketball buddies, and asked you to teach me how to play. And I only knew that there was a basket, there was a ball and they had to interact with each other somehow. I mean, I'd be scared shitless."

Steve snorted in laughter. "I think you being my boyfriend makes it easier."

"Still." Eddie grinned back, freeing his other hand to hold Steve's head, running fingers through that perfect hair. "You, Steve Harrington, are one brave - and pretty - boy. So yes. I will teach you, as long as you want me to. If you find out, at any point, that it's not for you, you tell me and we stop. If you don't get something, please, promise you will ask, I will repeat things as much as you need, draw diagrams, I might even compose a song or something if that helps. And we don't have to tell anyone, but if you ever feel like wiping that grin off Henderson's face, there's a chair with your name in Hellfire. If you want it."

There was a spark of confidence in Steve's eyes and Eddie knew there and then he'd cherish it, make it bloom, grow a full fucking garden of it. "Let's do it," said Steve and kissed Eddie's lips, soft and brief. "Henderson won't know what hit him."

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Late Night In Shibuya

. . . Content Desc ~ ꒰⸝⸝◡.◡꒱

⤳ IM ON A BIT OF A WRITING GRIND AFTER SOMEONE LEFT SUCH A NICE REPOST OF THE LAST FIC SO LET'S GO!! (woohoo to productive days!!) . . . LOADING . . . ୭ .｡* ramuda amemura & reader raid a convenience store at 2 am " ｡.｡ this is a . . . regular ol' funky fic, no relationship, rather ramuda is your best friend !! .｡*ﾟ+ TW + info : none ! honestly after the last post i just felt like writing something chill, so. . . if you're expecting anything crazy to happen (other than literally ramuda being here) then that won't be happening this time !! WORD COUNT : 2010 (it's 1am why must i do this to myself)

BRO I HAVE LITERALLY BEEN FIXATED ON THIS IDEA FOR SO LONG !!! like, i love the idea of doing the funkiest stuff ever with ramuda, and honestly just being a menace<3 . . . BUT LET'S GET INTO IT !!! ENJOY ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎

People have always told you that you tend to be quite the night owl, always getting lost in new ideas or projects you felt you wanted to take on. Away from the world in your own little wonderland almost as you'd be in your room doing just about anything for hours at a time. It would just so happen to be the middle of the night when you suddenly noticed the time.

What did today's idea happen to be? Well, you had actually decided on something quite different to do. You had recently taken up a slight hobby of photographing streets and other things worth your attention all around Shibuya during your daily commute. You had gone home today and realized it would seem quite fun to draw some of the things you spotted.

"I don't have much experience with drawing but... maybe I can find some inspiration for a decent technique to use?" You begin pondering to yourself the many possibilities as to how this could turn out. In a blink of an eye, just as just about any other time, you were already in front of your apartment.

Once you finally arrive home, you place all of your photos down on your desk. Reaching for a pencil, you begin tapping it against the wood of the desk, or more or so your new lab where you plan on experimenting with any unique drawing ideas that pop into your head.

As you tinker away at your desk, as always, time passes by. You seem to be lost in your own little world, not letting even the slightest interruption in, one of which that you don't notice being your phone ringing. Without someone physically there to bring you out of your constant state of focus as you continue drawing. In the blink of an eye, the sun hides away over the tall building surrounding your apartment which is oh so small in scale, and the moon appears, shedding its light all over Shibuya.

You are suddenly snapped out of your trance by a slight vibration from your phone which had paused the music you were playing. You quickly blink as you're brought back to your senses, turning to the small device to your right, you pick it up and the screen lights up. You are then reminded of the true amount of time you were lost in your little wonderland. 2:34 AM...

"Oh damn... I must have lost track of time again" You sigh to yourself, but then let out a small chuckle, "I guess I shouldn't take so many pictures next time, wouldn't want to be sitting there for even longer if it wasn't for my phone. Speaking of that, who texted me?"

You proceed to open up the notifications bar to see you have not only received a few texts, but you just happened to miss 6 calls aswell... from none other than Ramuda. Ramuda always happened to be really persistent when he wanted your attention, him being one of your closest friends made it impossible to not show him the attention he is looking for. You can't even tell for yourself, even now years after meeting Ramuda why you took such an interest in him and became as close as you are now to the boy. You just know one thing for sure, he is definitely someone who catches your interest, something special about him that draws you in closer to want to be surrounded by such a presence.

"Crap! I hope he didn't need to tell me something super important... do I call him back even this late? I mean, he could totally still be up around now as he often is but I wouldn't want to be rude calling him so late..." You begin rambling to yourself before you are once again caught off guard by another notification on your phone, you choose to read it.

Ramuda☆

Y/N!!! R u like dead or something??? I'm bored soooo.... (assuming you're up lol) I'M OUTSIDE YOUR HOUSE!! Come outside if ur awake \[^◡^]/

You had no choice but to be at the mercy of the tiny menace, especially when he was bored. You were no stranger of course to the amazing adventures that you and Ramuda could get up too when you both had too much energy and too much time to pair.

"So that's what he wanted... guess I shouldn't keep him waiting, it's not like I have anything better to do" You think to yourself as you begin to get a sweater on to fight off the slight evening breeze. To not keep Ramuda waiting, you open your windows to look down on the sidewalk, where you'd assume Ramuda would be waiting. Just as you thought, opening the window and feeling a slight cold breeze hit you, you spot the pink haired boy standing below your window, lollipop in hand.

"Hey Ramuda!" You call out to get his attention.

He suddenly perks his head up to look at you, and his face lights up yet... he seems to have yet another mischievous look on his face.

"Y/n, hey~! You took sooo long, leaving little ol' me out here in the dead of night, how mean~." He teases at you.

"Well then, 'little ol' you' should have just come inside and knocked on the door!" You return with another tease as you then return inside to quickly slip your shoes on and leave to catch up wtih Ramuda. After finally making it downstairs, you are greeted by a sudden hug from the pink haired boy,

"You seem mushy tonight Ramuda, something up? ... Why are you even out at this time?" You ask him.

"Well... I can't say for sure why I'm up! I tried thinking about things to do for such a loooong time, but it's like I couldn't get any ideas. I just cant handle being so bored so, I thought me and you can go run to the store and get some snacks~! You were inside your room all day doing things, no?" Ramuda tilts his head and asks, though he probably already knows the answer.

"Heh, yep... you know me!" Suddenly, you get an idea. "Hey Ramuda, you draw a lot of sketches when you're designing new outfits, you should help me out some time to learn how to sketch. I've been meaning to try and learn more about drawing before I stepped in head first into such a big project, so maybe you can help!" You give him a slight smile as he smirks in response.

"Well then, why didn't you just ask me sooner! I'll get around to helping ya with it, promise~! Now come onnn, we can't just stand around here forever y/n!" Ramuda pops the lollipop back in his mouth and he tugs on your wrist to lead you over to the convenience store. Unable to really say much to the unexpected gesture, you simply go along with it and you too begin your journey. Meaningless chatter wouldn't meant much on your on or with someone else, but it always seems to be the case that when the meaningless chatter was with Ramuda, it would always go crazy in one way or another. Whether it would turn into another "adventure" or some of the funniest moments ever, there would never be a dull moment talking with Ramuda even about the simplest things. The fact that both of your personalities went together so well made it even better, Ramuda's more loud vivacious personality with you more laid back, yet still equally talkative.

"Ramuda... do you not get tired skipping all the way down the streets? Let alone walking-" You say as you let out a few tired pants.

"Well, I guess you could say I have a decent amount of energy! Maybe you're just a lazy couch potato~ Y/n, all that sitting around doesn't get tiring at any point?" Ramuda asks followed by a slight snicker.

"Well, I suppose so, maybe you should take me to places more to cure me of being such a 'couch potato', at least I don't spend all day eating more sweets than actually food!" You make a jab that Ramuda is quite used to hearing from people.

"Well well y/n, you aren't my mom! I'll eat what I want~! Not like it's hurting you is it?" He laughs once again giving a look where you can't tell if your comment genuinely annoyed him or if he is just playing around as always.

"Well, I suppose I can't control you, where even is this store? We've been walking for quite a bit, I was assuming you would have taken me to the one closest to my place..." Scared to know how much more walking can be in store, you ask.

Just as you ask, Ramuda once again grabs at your wrist and brings you to turn a sudden corner, catching you off guard once again. "We're actually here now! I heard this store has much more main brands of snacks, so I thought it would be best to go over here! Assuming... you brought your wallet right? Cause well, I won't be paying for you if you didn't y/n~!" He looks at you briefly as he gives an almost grand reveal of quite a small convenience store.

"Well.. knowing what can happen when I go places with you, yes.. I do have my wallet.." You give a playful smirk. "So... what are you gonna buy in here?"

Ramuda gives the same almost annoyed yet silly look ever, "Y/n.. is that even a question? Candy, duh~! What else would I be here for! Now come on come on come on!" It almost seems like he jumps as he grabs onto you once more. As grown as Ramuda is, it is still quite funny watching how excited or determined he can get when presented with something he wants. It's almost as if he jumps at the opportunity faster than anybody could even process it, which is of course why you're in this situation. An as always excited at the idea of sweets Ramuda has pulled you out of your house in the middle of the night for a snack run... it's not like you could complain though.

In the blink of an eye, the classic ding of the door alarm goes off and you both step into the store, greeted by an as always uninterested employee. Ramuda's eyes light up as he rushes over to grab just about any treat possible.

"Ramuda?! Don't other people shop here too.. you're.. literally taking everything.." You ask only being able to ask to yourself "What the hell is this boy doing?"

Ramuda giggles as he responds with a devilish smirk, "They should've gotten to the snacks first then~! First come first serve is how it works y/n! Someone as cute as me deserves a nice snack anyway, pass me the chocolate bar over there!"

"This menace... what have I gotten myself into..." You think to yourself. "Well then.. whatever you say Ramuda, I can't really complain. The little convenience store spree continues, almost feeling surreal how much energy you both suddenly got going crazy in the store buying things. In the blink of an eye, Ramuda is carrying more candy than you can count and you are both at the register. The anticipation of trying to find out "How much will he even spend..." finally hits you. At this point you can do nothing more than gulp, yet Ramuda has the same content smile as if he won't be paying for all of this.

"That'll be 5,450 yen (about 40$ USD), you two got a party coming up? Pretty sure Halloween isnt for another like 5 months..." The cashier asks trying to process how someone could buy so much candy at once.

"Nope.. just hungry!" Ramuda replies as confident as ever.

"Wh- how the hell can he say that so confidently? Beats me..."

You both pay, even Ramuda to your slight shock. Your return to your apartment begins. The pink haired boy begins skipping his way ahead of you, bags in his hand which would make constant rustling sounds from all the contents inside.

"Well then, don't you seem satisfied. Convenience store raid successful?" You smirk as you look towards your friend.

Ramuda just smiles, a smile you're oh so used to seeing yet it always means the same thing. "Yep, success! Thanks for coming with me y/n~" Ramuda had a fun time hanging out with you.

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