#EXCELLENT IDEA. i will dye mine pink too

[yamtaroh]

I dyed my frostbite armor pink so it could match the Cece hat.

pink link!!!

[tranzfalgar]

okay it’s time for some stardew valley headcanons for the bachelor/ette(s) so let’s GOOOO

Alex:

- he always awakes before his grandparents, and on warmer days he’ll go down to the beach to watch the sunrise.

- friends with elliot! the two of them sit on the side of the dock sometimes and just chat about life.

- knows how to make cookies, as evelyn taught him when he was a bit younger

- wary of the saloon, as he doesn’t really like the smell of alcohol and only goes into it if he’s forced to!

- if you marry him, he can and will pick you up randomly to surprise you while you’re working!

- if married, he will “bench press” your kids once they become toddlers, and it always makes them giggle

- hates the winter and gets cold really easily. on the first day of fall he’s already bundled up wanting it to be summer again.

Elliot:

- willy is like a father to him. the two of them sit on the docks and watch the fish swim by together

- sometimes he’ll braid his hair, and leah will bring flowers from the forest and weave them into his hair.

- has a rlly pretty singing voice, and likes to record piano covers in his spare time

- if you marry him and the two of u have kids, he’ll always braid their hair in the morning and tuck flowers behind their ears.

- he brings home fresh fish he caught and makes himself dinner every night. that’s why he’s an excellent cook.

- has actually caught a legendary fish before!

- his eyes change color, they can go from blue to green to brown in the same day. people call them the “prismatic shard of eyes”

Harvey:

- he’s so clumsy that sometimes he’ll even trip over air. due to this, he has little bruises all over his knees and elbows.

- his favorite animals are birds. sometimes he’ll go outside and just give them some bird seed. he loves watching them fly around.

- not only is he fascinated with planes, but he’s also fascinated with the weather. as a kid he used to watch the weather channel, and he dreamed of becoming a weatherman.

- when he needs to focus really hard, he’ll pull his hair back with a headband

- him and his mother were and still are very close, and he writes letters to her at least once a week

- he cannot cook to save his life, but he’s an incredible baker! will make you little treats if you’re friends or married

- he always wears a wristwatch, but the time is always 6 minutes behind. he likes it because it has a plane engraved into the side against his wrist.

Sam:

- he had adhd, and his stims include flapping his hands, tapping his foot and strumming his guitar

- he has a beautiful singing voice, think like wilbur soot but a bit more high pitched?

- the reason he likes cactus fruit so much is because he just plants them and lets them grow. he loves succulents because they don’t give him an allergic reaction!

- cannot play video games for shit. sebastian and abigail have banned him from multi-player games because he just sucks so bad.

- love language is acts of service, simply because he likes singing for people he cares about and doing little things for them!

- if you marry him, he will bring his guitar into the coop and/or barn and sing to the animals. they have learned to run over a greet him, since they love his singing.

- his hair is actually curly, but you’re unable to tell due to how much he gels and straightens his hair.

- has mastered the art of the puppy dog eyes

Sebastian:

- loves the hell out of halloween, but is scared of literally everything. he nearly cried watching a horror movie with sam and abigail.

- really good with a slingshot! so if he were to go into the mines, he would wreck some monsters shit with his slingshot skills

- he had glow in the dark stars on his ceiling, but removed them. he used to love the stars and space, but came to resent them because it was his sisters thing.

- he like…irl blushes. like an anime character. when he’s embarrassed, upset, flustered, his face will go all pink. everyone picks on him for it.

- has/had a crush on most of the towns singles. he is a bisexual disaster and secretly a romantic so….take from that what you will.

- a natural born ginger, but dyes his hair. he also has freckles on his nose! and he has an eyebrow slit because of a scar!!

- for some stupid reason, he takes really good care of his hands? like he always makes sure they don’t get calloused, and his nails are always painted black, despite using his hands all the time for work.

Shane:

- he cannot cook. he burned pasta noodles because he didn’t know you had to put water in the pan.

- he still has a chicken plushie from when he was a baby, and it still sits on his bed. and if he cuddles with it at night? no one needs to know.

- has a huge birthmark on his side shaped like a heart

- really good at mixology, so i think that when joja gets shut down, shane works at the saloon and makes the drinks while gus cooks. he adds a whole new section on the menu!

- friends with sebastian. they paint each other’s nails from time to time, or sit in the rain together and just talk.

- kinda strong as hell? he lifts boxes in joja for work, as well as carrying around jas, so i’m assuming he could just….pick the farmer and his friends up?

- he has the most contagious laugh, it used to be a rare sound, but now that it’s a pretty common occurrence, shane makes people laugh all the time with his own laugh.

Abigail:

- buff. she is buff as hell. her and alex work out together sometimes, since she expressed a desire for adventure. she has picked up sam and sebastian with no warning and thrown them into the ocean

- can talk to animals due to her being the daughter of the wizard! so sometimes she’ll go to marnies farm and just chat with the cows or something

- if she sees a tree, she WILL climb it. she loves it so much, it’s just so adrenaline inducing for her.

- her and sebastian tried to go into the mines before but sam stopped them because it wouldn’t have been very safe. they were all 14.

- trying to learn to play the ukulele with a little help from sam. it’s frustrating, but she really likes the sound of it, and she’s determined as hell.

- absolutely cracked at any and all video games he plays. mario kart? she will kick your ass. animal crossing? her island has 5 stars. pokémon? she always wins. you can’t stop her, she’s too powerful.

- she has glasses, but prefers contacts, since glasses would get in the way of her adventuring.

Emily:

- not only can she sew, but she also makes her own soaps and candles! any form of creation she adores.

- loves flowers, and has a lot of little potted ones in her room. she raises them, gives them little names and personalities, and then brings them to sandy and tells her all about each flower

- she can roller skate, and it’s her preferred method of transportation. she can do a bunch of fun tricks as well!

- has an eyebrow slit

- making cute little baskets of homemade gifts is her favorite thing to do for her friends. sometimes she’ll just leave them on their doorsteps for no reason other than she wants to!

- can SPRINT in heels. like even 6 inch heels she can just RUN and it scares everyone who sees it.

- she loves the sounds of birds chirping in the morning, and she’s able to identify the name of the bird by its chirping and calls

Haley:

- is able to perfectly crack and drink from coconuts. that’s why she loves them so much.

- has the worst sense of direction. she’s lucky she lives in a small town, or she’d get lost all the time

- the spring is her favorite time of year, simply because she loves to capture life coming back in those spring months. baby animals, blooming flowers, her friends on the beach or just chilling in the sun, all of it

- her most prized possession is the very first picture her and emily took as kids on their parents polaroid. it’s taped to her mirror

- has a little beauty mark under her lip, but it normally isn’t visible due to being covered with makeup!

- she’s able to do her own nails! this is because she is ambidextrous, yet she doesn’t know, because it’s never been brought up

- she fucking LOVES learning about and identifying plants, trees and flowers. she knows so many it’s crazy. she has a great memory.

Leah:

- resident true crime enthusiast and ghost hunter. she drags elliot with her around town to go hunting for ghosts. they also watch documentaries together!

- has a bunch of little scars on her hands from her artwork

- to get inspiration for works, she’ll go on walks at different times of the day, different seasons, different routes, and she’ll turn each walk into a work of art. depending on all the environment and those who she runs into, each piece is vastly different.

- animals love her, and will sometimes just follow her around for no reason. she doesn’t mind at all, she kinda loves it.

- friends with emily. they are currently teaching each other their own forms of art, since they love learning from each other!

- really good at dancing, she’ll dance while she’s working on projects and she’ll hum a song to herself

- her favorite statue was created after she went on a walk, ran into abigail, and the two of them went swimming in the ocean and stayed there as the sun set and the stars came out. she has a little crush on abigail.

Maru:

- her hair is ALWAYS tied up, it’s impossible for her to work if her hair is in her eyes

- when she was a kid she wanted to be an astronaut, because she loves the stars, but she found she prefers the science and math behind it all

- she pierced her own ears, she has little star earrings!

- watches cartoons and geeks out about them with penny when they meet up in town!

- for some odd reason, she is terrified of butterflies. no one who knows her, or even maru herself have ANY idea why, but she will run away if she sees one.

- her favorite memory was the one night her and sebastian stayed up really late as kids and snuck outside to look at the stars (back when sebastian still loved them) and they ended up seeing a meteor shower

- she presses flowers as a hobby, and just keeps them in a little notebook alongside her ideas for projects and gadgets.

Penny:

- while she’s cleaning her and pam’s home, she finds herself singing to herself. she has yet to be caught by anyone

- each day, her hair is done ever-so-slightly different. each morning, she likes to change it up, and sometimes jas or vincent will give her something to put in her hair

- also interested in ghosts, will occasionally join elliot and leah on their adventures

- she is naturally really warm, so she doesn’t have to bundle up as much during the winter. the kids cling to her because she’s like a human space heater

- has a bit of a geeky side, and she loves to watch cartoons a lot. when she can find the time, she always watches them. they being her lots of comfort.

- has a small scar on her side from when she tripped over as a child onto something sharp. she likes it because with two freckles, it makes a little smiley face

- loves the water and the feeling of sea wind in her hair. she secretly wants to learn to drive a boat, so she can feel that wind in her hair whenever she wants.

[voiceswithoutlips]

Calico - Chapter Eight

— pairing: Hybrid ot7 x Human Reader (Female) — genre: hybrid AU, fluff, angst, slow burn (like real slow), eventual smut — word count: 3k — Rating: G — warnings: Slight mention of past abuse, description of a panic attack. — beta: Thank you @taegularities​ and @joheunsaram​ <3

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— chapter summary:

Y/N is having a hard day, who will comfort her?

— A/N: Guys, I’m so bad at summaries, if this was an exam my grades would’ve been in the negative. Anyway, welcome to the new chapter! I know I was supposed to post fallen, but somehow I ended up writing Calico instead.

I’ve had a bad case of writer’s block this week so writing this chapter was really painful, words refused to come out of my brain xD I hope you like it! You guys have been so awesome, all your feedback is really helpful. Thank you so much <3

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I made my way downstairs in search of breakfast. Ice cream, that’s what I needed. It was that kind of a day. I was tired, jet lagged, and the tension in the house had me on edge. The flight home was fairly uneventful, except for the part where Jimin had gotten scared of flying. He had asked to hold my hand, but by the time we were in the air, the hybrid was practically sitting on my lap. Not that I minded, he was hella cuddly and his purring was downright therapeutic.

When I had asked Jungkook, if it would be okay to bring the newer hybrids home, the bunny had sounded excited, but as soon as we had gotten home, the mood had suddenly shifted. It was not the welcome I was expecting.

First, Jungkook’s hair was the color of the rainbow. His beautiful black locks were turned into a colorful mess, his white bunny ears poking out of it in stark contrast. It was a riot of colors, artfully mixed together, and I felt like I was looking at rainbow pasta. Not that the bunny didn’t pull it off, he looked really cute in it, but somehow I had a raging suspicion that it hadn’t been Jungkook’s idea.

Then, there was the growling match. I had never seen Jungkook so aggressive before. The usually sweet and well behaved bunny had started growling at Jimin as soon as we’d entered the house.. That had set off a chain reaction with Namjoon and Seokjin joining in to protect their younger packmate.

On top of that, I had to go to Seoul for three days to take care of business. I had to visit the main office to attend a few meetings and sign some papers. The whole time I felt guilty about leaving the hybrids alone. I was constantly worried that somehow they’d end up fighting. By the time I came back, somehow, someway, Jason had managed to convince Jimin to dye his hair pink. He was on a warpath.

And lastly, there was the issue of a certain stuffed penguin that went missing -  my nights were sleepless without him. All in all, this had to have been one of the shittiest weeks, and it felt like I was losing my grip on reality.

I stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes, struggling to keep them open. Unlike Jason, who was cheerfully humming, I was not a morning person. Seokjin was busy near the stove, cooking something and by the smell wafting from the pan, I could tell that it was something delicious. I had thanked every existing god when I’d learned that the sugar glider hybrid was actually an excellent chef. The first morning, he had seen Jason cook breakfast, he’d been horrified, promptly taking over the kitchen after that. Even Jungkook had begrudgingly ate his food.

My stomach grumbled as I peered in the pan. Kimchi fried rice, delicious. Unlike Jimin and Jungkook, the two older hybrids weren’t really that affectionate. I wondered if it was because they weren’t used to me yet or if they just had a different temperament. I needed to do more research on that.

I plopped down on the chair with a groan, resting my head on the counter, hands securely wrapped around my stomach. Jason gave me an enthusiastic “good morning” and I shot him a middle finger, too tired to curse at him. The bastard chuckled.

I was debating if I should stab him with a fork when I felt hands wrapping around my waist, long fingers intertwined with mine. Jungkook bent down to nuzzle the side of my face. His muscular body pressed close. My lips curled into a small smile as I made small happy noises. My brain wasn’t awake enough to form coherent sentences yet. I needed my cup of coffee or better yet, some delicious ice cream.

Jungkook’s arms tightened around me possessively, I could feel the vibrations in his chest as he let out a low growl. I opened my eyes to see Jimin standing near the chair, looking distressed, hands balled into fists at his sides. His tail was swishing rapidly in agitation, ears flattened to his head. He was biting his lower lip, trying his best not to respond to Jungkook’s hostility.

“Bunny no,” I croaked, patting his hands, my voice thick with sleep. I lifted my head, extending a hand to Jimin. Jungkook took his cue and reluctantly let me go, keeping hold of my other hand. Jimin grabbed my hand and with his other one checked my forehead, a worried look on his face.

“Are you sick?” he asked, gnawing on his lip.

“I’m just sleepy.” He giggled at my pout and graced me with a forehead kiss. He sat down next to me, and now I was sandwiched between two hybrids who were holding my hands, glaring daggers at each other. I rested my forehead on the counter with a sigh. What was I going to do with them?

Once again I was in a dilemma. I could scold them and make them shake hands, like a couple of kids, or I could let them handle it on their own, like adults. Taking care of four hybrids was tiring. I shot a quick glance at Seokjin, who was now setting up the table; he was ignoring the two younger hybrids in front of him, but his tail was curled tightly, ears flat. It seemed as if he was tense too.

“Guys, I need breakfast,” I said, reluctantly pulling my hands from their grip. I made my way to the fridge to grab a tub of my favorite ice cream, ignoring the stares that the hybrids were giving me. I had to stop myself from pulling Jason’s ear as I passed him, not now Y/N. The revenge for ruining Jungkook’s hair had to be elaborately planned, something memorable, just like old days. Like the time when I had super glued his shirt cuffs closed, so he couldn't put his hands through the sleeves. He had started this war, I was going to finish it.

“I like your garden!” Namjoon said as he walked in through the back door. Ears perked up, an excited glint in his eyes. I didn’t even know he was out there. I wondered if he could help me with the hybrid situation, he was a pack leader after all. He had informed me about hybrid pack dynamics on the plane while I cuddled a sleepy Jimin. Apparently he was their alpha, the leader of their pack, Seokjin was second in command and Jimin was their maknae. He was excited to meet Jungkook, since he was a rabbit hybrid, they're usually very docile and friendly. Needless to say, we had both been shocked at the bunny's behavior.

“I’m glad you like it. Maybe you could help me with it?”

“Really? I would love to!”

We all moved to the seldom used dining table for breakfast - now that there were six of us, the kitchen counter was too small to occupy us all. I debated where to sit, I didn't want to take sides in the hybrid cold war, so I chose to sit at the head of the table, safe middle ground. I knew Jungkook would want to share the ice cream. I wondered if the other hybrids would too, so I had brought extra spoons, just in case.

"Seokjin, this is delicious!" Jason said as soon as he took a bite of the fried rice. "Where did you learn to cook like this?" I couldn't help but smile at the hint of envy in his voice.

"Madame hired a professional chef to teach me when she found out I liked to cook," he said shyly, ears turning pink from all the attention. It was his cutest trait: whenever someone looked at him, his ears would start to redden.

"That was nice of her," I said dryly, the distaste apparent in my tone.

"She was really nice," Namjoon said pointedly, clearly disliking my tone.

“Clair was kind, she saved us from our previous owners and gave us a home,” Jimin joined him.

"Oh?" Jason said, trying to coax some details. The three hybrids shared a quick look. Jungkook had abandoned his fried rice and was digging into my ice cream, his ears perked, listening in on the conversation.

“My first owner was a gambler, but he didn’t play poker. He and his rich friends were into blood sports. They had their own dog fighting ring. He had raised me since I was a pup, trained me to be a fighter, forced me to participate. One day, Clair saw me at a party and she wanted to buy me, she offered him so much money that he couldn’t refuse,” Namjoon finished with a sad smile. I wanted to go and hug him, but I was sure the hybrid wouldn’t welcome the gesture.

“I…” Jimin paused, looking down at his hands. “The lady who raised me, she brought me clients. She’d sell me to people… sometimes it was for a night, sometimes it was more. She used to tell me that I was her lucky charm. Clair rescued me from her, she was really kind to me.”

The spoon in my hand clattered on the table. There was a ringing in my ear. My limbs were paralyzed, heart pounding in my chest as I felt the panic rise, almost drowning in it. I couldn't get enough air, finding myself on the verge of hyperventilating while my brain went into overdrive. It wasn’t my first panic attack, I was aware of what was happening to me, I knew I had to get a hold of myself. I couldn’t lose it here, not in front of them.

“Y/N? Hey can you hear me?” I turned towards the voice, Jason’s face slowly came into focus, “are you okay?”

“Y/N?” Jungkook said, looking extremely worried. He was holding my hand like a lifeline. I slowly removed his fingers and took my hand back.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I murmured, trying to control my breathing. I got up from the chair with wobbly knees, making my way towards the door. “You guys finish up, I’ll be in my office.”

Redemption, what a joke.

It was well into the afternoon when my stomach informed me that I was hungry. I was swarmed with paperwork. I’d been busy the whole week, running errands, filling forms, trying to keep the hybrids from tearing each other apart, so the paperwork got neglected, and now I was paying for it. I briefly wondered if I should go back home and grab something to eat, but then I remembered the look on everyone’s faces this morning. I had panicked in front of them. I had been feeling restless the whole week without a certain comfort penguin. I was too embarrassed to ask the guys if they had seen it.

I groaned, leaning back in my chair. How was I going to face them? What would I tell them if they asked? A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. “Come in.”

It was Jungkook, holding a bowl. He tentatively entered the office, looking everywhere but at me. His ears were drooping behind him. “I brought you lunch,” he said, setting the bowl on the table.

“I’m sorry I pushed you away this morning,” I apologized, extending a hand towards him, which he took hesitantly. I pulled him in my lap and buried my face in his chest; he smelled like vanilla.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked, wrapping his big hands around me.

“No,” I whispered. “But don't worry bunny, I’ll be fine. I just need some sleep.”

“Is it because of Jimin? Can’t we just send him away?”

That made me raise my head to look at him. “Why don’t you like him, bun?”

“He’s too clingy,” Jungkook pouted, jutting his lower lip out. It made me giggle.

“What about Namjoon and Seokjin?”

“They can stay, Seokjin hyung makes delicious food and Namjoon hyung is so cool.”

“Oh, did you talk to them?”

He shook his head no. I almost cooed at him - the poor bunny was too shy to talk to the older hybrids. “Why don’t you try making friends with Jimin? I bet you’ll like him if you got to know him better.”

He buried his face in my hair and shook his head, “...don't wanna.”

I took his hand in mine. “Won’t you do it for me?” I asked dramatically, trying to sound upset.

Jungkook leaned back to look at me, pout more pronounced. He knew exactly what I was doing. “Fine, I’ll try,” he agreed with a defeated sigh.

“Thank you, baby.” I kissed his palm in gratitude. At least he had agreed to try. “Why did you dye your hair?” I asked curiously, running my hands through his multicolored locks.

“Iwantyoutolikeme,” he said in one breath, hiding his face in my hair again.

“What?”

“I want you to like me.”

“You dyed your hair because you want me to like you?” Jungkook nodded. “Oh baby, I already like you!” I squeezed him tight, letting him know how much he meant to me. Is that what Jason had told Jimin? That I’d like him better if he dyed his hair? Jason was diabolical, I really needed to come up with a good plan to get back at him.

“Bun, next time, don’t listen to Jason.”

I was curled up on the sofa with a blanket. It was past midnight but I was wide awake and restless, staring at the ceiling. I had almost turned on the TV, but then I remembered that there were four hybrids in the house with phenomenal hearing, and I really didn’t want to wake them up. And thus, I suffered in silence.

I hadn’t seen the three new hybrids all day; they hadn’t been introduced to the shelter yet, so they stayed at home. When I came back from work, they were already in their room. They had insisted on staying in the same room, something about new places and pack bonding. I was giving Jason the cold shoulder, at least until he apologized for his crimes. And Jungkook was busy playing his new video games.

Clair had saved Jimin.

The thought rang in my head. Why hadn’t she saved me? Would things have been different, if she had stepped in? I had to admit, I was a tiny bit jealous of the panther hybrid. She had saved him.

Madame was so kind.

I was furious. How dare she? Clair had been a coward, had lived and died as one. I knew it in my soul, never in a million years would I ever forgive that woman. She didn’t deserve it.

“You’re angry,” a quiet voice said. I looked up to see a tall silhouette standing at the bottom of the stairs. Seokjin stepped out of the shadows, clutching a pillow in his hands.

“I was thinking. Can’t sleep?”

“Namjoon snores really loudly,” he complained. It made me laugh. The three of them were always attached to the hip, I had wondered if it was because they were uncomfortable here.

“You know we have plenty of spare bedrooms, you can take any of them.”

“Why are you here?”

“I can’t sleep.” I shrugged. Seokjin nodded understandingly, but he didn’t move an inch. “Do you want to sleep on the couch?”

He hesitated, looking as if he was unsure if he should accept my offer before he murmured, “can I?”

“Of course! But I think, a bed would be more comfortable,” I said, moving from the couch to the armchair. Seokjin sat down on the couch, placing his pillow near him.

“Why can’t you sleep? Is it because of what Jimin said?” he asked cautiously, ears erect and attentive.

“I have insomnia.” I shrugged, but Seokjin kept staring at me. I squirmed under his piercing gaze;  staring at me like he could see right through my bullshit. “I didn’t have a good relationship with Clair. She raised me, but she was cruel, unkind. I just… can’t fathom her as someone nice.”

“So it had nothing to do with Jimin being a prostitute?” he asked suspiciously.

“WAIT! Is that what you guys thought? Oh my god, I would never…” I was shocked. No wonder the hybrids were avoiding me like the plague. “I’m really sorry, if it seemed that way but it's not like that. I’m really happy that Clair rescued him. He deserves a good home, a family. I don’t think you’d believe me, even if I told you what my aunt was like. I’m really sorry, if I hurt you guys. But believe me when I say that this is not a place where you’ll be judged for your past.”

“You mean that.” It was a statement, not a question.

“I do.”

“You could sleep on the couch with me?” Seokjin offered sheepishly, ears turning the color of strawberries. I was surprised to see him be so direct. He had been very reserved around me till now, only talking when necessary.

“Are you sure? Won’t you be uncomfortable?” I asked, eyeing the couch. It was big enough to seat five people comfortably, but Seokjin was big too.

He nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

Seokjin adjusted the pillow and laid down on the sofa, leaving room for me. I stood there with my hello kitty blanket, wondering if it was okay. The sudden change in the hybrid’s demeanor was unexpected and I gave up trying to dissect the situation. I had to admit, I was feeling a bit cuddly since the loss of my penguin and I desperately needed sleep. I scooched on the sofa, covering both of us with the blanket, resting my head on his arm.

“You’re not okay,” he murmured, wrapping his other arm around my waist, his tail curling around my thigh.

“I just need some sleep,” I sighed. Seokjin was like a furnace behind me. I wondered why all hybrids were this warm.

“Lies,” he said as he lightly nibbled on my ear. I gasped at the unexpected contact, my heart beating so loudly in my chest that I was sure he could hear it.

“I thought you didn’t like me,” my voice came out breathier than I had intended.

“I do, I just didn’t know how to approach you. You seem so independent, I didn’t know where I could fit in your life. The only thing I could do for Clair was look pretty. But this.... this I can do, I can comfort you. I want to be useful.”

I turned around to look at him. “Oh honey, you don’t have to be useful. You’re you and that’s enough for me. I just want you to be happy.” I lightly kissed his cheek.

“I’m going to be your comfort blanket,” Seokjin said with a smile and hugged me closer.

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Best Teacher, Part 2 || Fred Weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: y/N is a pureblood Slytherin best friends with Harry Potter, but not yet that close to the Weasleys until she’s invited to spend Christmas with them.

PART 1 || PART 3

A/N: This chapter is bigger than I expected, I don’t know why (?).

*gif below not mine

Playing quidditch with Fred, George, Ron, Ginny and Harry was one of the funniest things you had ever done.

Your teammate, George, was not very patient when it came to teaching you and helping you out with your mistakes, but Fred, on the other hand, was very considerate, explaining everything you could doubt. Although everyone, in general, put an extra effort on making you learn the game, at the end of the match you still had a lot of doubts.

"Ok, I guess quidditch can be fun," you said, returning Fred's old broom to him. He got it from your hand, touching you for a little longer than necessary, making your heart skip a beat.

"Can't believe you'd never tried it before" Ginny commented, smiling.

"I can. She couldn't get anything right" Ron disagreed to his sister, trying to diminish you. You couldn't understand why he wanted to be rude, but it didn't affect you as much as he probably expected. Quidditch was fun, but it would never be your goal to be the best at it.

"Not true, dear brother," said George, pulling his brother in a hug that looked more like a naked choke than anything else.

"y/N managed to be better than you if you ask my opinion" Fred observed, making you blush.

Ron rolled his eyes before getting out of his older brother "attack". "Your opinion doesn't count. You're completely biased."

You faced Ron, confused by what he had said. What did he want to mean with that?

Fred replied with "I beg your pardon?" at the same time George said: "Who would be by your side?".

You stared at the twins, running your eyes through them, undecided if you should or not suspect anything. Harry jogged to next to you, passing his arms around your neck, turning you to face the Weasleys' house at the same time Ginny tried to part her brothers.

Behind you, you could hear some weird noises, but every time you tried to face back, Harry pulled you tighter in his one-sided embrace.

"You were excellent at the field, y/N," he said, trying to smile.

"Thanks, Harry, but I was just lucky enough" you corrected him, getting shy.

"Nonsense" he stopped in front of the house door. "Don't let Ron's word hurt you. He isn't used to sharing his friends and family, that's all"

"I think he doesn't like me because I'm a Slytherin" you elaborated, escaping from Harry's embrace to walk inside.

"That can't be why. It'd be a ridiculous reason" Harry said, but you weren't able to define if he was defending his friend or just disagreeing with you.

Inside the Burrow, an amazing smell awaited. You couldn't put your finger in what kind of food it could be, but you bet it was gonna taste good.

"Come on in, kids. Lunch has been waiting for you" Molly Weasley's voice found its way to your ear.

You looked at Harry, only to smile with him. All that sport had made you both hungry. It didn't take more than a minute for the rest of the Weasley to find their way in, sitting at the same places they were in breakfast.

Fred smiled down at you since he was taller, which made you feel flustered, although you had no idea why. "Sorry about Ron," he said, truthfully.

"It's okay. He wouldn't be the first to hate me" you said, shrugging.

Fred faked being shocked. You wanted to laugh at his face, but then everybody on the table would look at you. " How can anyone hate you?"

"Right! I ask myself the same thing!" your reply almost made him laugh, but he held it in.

"Don't worry, we'll make him pay" he continued, breaking the funny facade, but keeping a smile on his lips. Fred looked mischievous and rather handsome with that expression, which made an electric current pass through your whole body. You had no idea what to expect from his promise.

"He is your brother" you pointed out, worried about what he and George could have planned.

"And he hurt you" added Fred, slightly raising an eyebrow just before his mom sat down and said we could serve yourselves. *** Wednesday arrived faster than you imagined it would. Fred and George had you up to a lot of tasks, but the funniest was, definitely, the pink hair dye in Ron's shampoo. He got super angry about it, mainly because the dye wouldn't come off. It was two days later — and a lot of washes, since his hair was always wet — but his hair was still pink.

The next one pranked was Mr Weasley, who had all his clothes turned into dresses, but he got so angry at the boys that they had to undo the spell right away.

The best part about partnering with the Twins was that nobody suspected you. Ginny would face you with half-closed eyes as if she thought you were part of all that, but she never confessed if she did suspect you.

The rest of the time, George and Fred tried to make sure you learned everything about quidditch, so you could try out for your team once you were back at Hogwarts.

"No way I'll try out for the Slytherin team. They are monsters!" you exclaimed, making the twins laugh.

It was a beautiful sunny morning, yet cold, but still rare at this time of the year, so it was a perfect day for a match of quidditch.

"That's only better! They can't hurt you, you are on their team!" Fred said, still laughing so hard you thought he'd be soon out of breath.

All that time spent with the twins, the midnight escapes, helped a lot with your friendship with them, but they were kind of dangerous when it came to your suppressed crush on Fred. Since he was always trying to make you giggle, you two were much more close. It made you glad the fact that he wanted to see you happy, but part of you was scared that it'd all be a far gone dream once you got back in your Slytherin uniform.

"Yeah, whatever, they'd never let me in. I don't think there's a position that I'm genuinely good at" you sighted, ducking your head. It wasn't a habit of yours to depreciate yourself — in fact, most of the time you even lied to make yourself look better — however, you couldn't lie about quidditch. You were just not that good, it was obvious, essentially if you compared you to that family of players.

"You think you are bad, but you're better than Ron and that's saying something," George said, gathering your broom. You couldn't help but smile at that compliment.

"You'd be an excellent keeper" Fred added, smirking, putting his left hand on your back cautiously. The gesture was so sweet that, because of the thick fabric of your black jumper, you almost couldn't feel his touch. You both walked side to side, leaving George behind to stow everything you used for the match.

"I'll consider" you gave in, breathing out heavily, causing him to smile.

"That's the spirit" he cheered.

His big brown eyes stared at yours like he was seeing you for the first time, and part of you believed it. After all, you two practically had never talked before, even more, you had never touched. That was all knew. 

Knowing he was holding you that delicately just to bring you closer to him, even if it was for a more brotherlike touch than a romantic one, made butterflies come to live, butterflies you never knew lived inside you.

What you didn't know was that he was feeling the same.

Fred Weasley thought you were a rather odd witch, much like a hurricane. You were a firestorm in his eyes, you could make someone cry your name for days, and that always made him feel a bit scared of you. 

Last year, he heard that one of his and his brother's pranks against the Slytherin common room affect y/N as well and he got terrified. He spent the day thinking about it, scared you'd prank him back. He couldn't sleep.

He had heard what you did to your fellow Slytherins when they set your notebook on fire and he only imagined you'd do worst with him and his twin since you were not even from the same houses. 

Except you never did. You never punished them for their prank, much to Fred's surprise. When Snape ordered one of them to sit with you in Potions' class, he immediately volunteered, hoping to find out why you didn't confront him about his misbehaviour. But, when he finally faced you, so close he could see everything maximized on your continuance, he lost his bravery. He was too fascinated to even say a word. 

Now that you were sleeping in his house, just a few steps away from him, he was losing his mind. No longer terrified, but excited. You were funny and had an incredible sense of humour and sensibility. He wanted to do everything with you around, he wanted to have your approval. When his jokes managed to make you laugh, he felt like it was Heaven on Earth.

He was scared, just as you, that by the end of the holiday, you'd ignore him, because he knew that, if you did, he would be forever miserable.

***

Percy Weasley arrived when it was almost dinner time, but he didn't seem exactly thrilled to be back home. Considering the face he made when he realised Harry Potter was in the room too, you'd say he wasn't thrilled with Harry either.

Molly was the one that made the introductions. "This is y/N y/L/N," she said, smiling tenderly. She pulled you closer to Percy, forcing you to give him your hand. He shook it firmly, looking straight deep into your eyes.

"y/L/N, I see" Percy mumbled, analysing you up and down. "I think I remember you from Hogwarts. Always angry at something."

"Hope you're the only one to remember me by that" you replied, letting his hand go, desperate to run from that conversation.

Percy wasn't all that older from you, only one more year if compared to the twins, but he sounded a lot older like he was trying to impose a sense of authority.

After settling down for dinner — you planned on sitting next to Fred again, but Percy took your seat, forcing you to sit next to him and Potter —, things got a little quieter but not that much as you'd wish for. Percy kept asking you random things that you only answered for pure politeness while Mrs Weasley tried to ask her son about his job and how he was handling everything.

By your seat, you could see the twins rolling their eyes every time Percy asked you some silliness about your school life and you had to restrain yourself from doing the same. Ginny, Harry and Ron wouldn't stop gossiping in a low tone, making you curious about what were they talking about.

The only good thing was the food, that was great.

After eating, everyone went to the living room, including you, but you waited for Percy to sit first, so you could sit as far away from him as you could without looking like you were running from him.

When you got in the living room, Potter, Percy and Ginny were sitting on the biggest of the couches, with Mr Weasley sitting in the only armchair available. The twins were sitting on the other couch left, smaller than the one where Harry was. George and Fred smiled at the sight of you, inviting you to sit in the middle of them, and even though the couch wouldn't be able to fit you comfortably (it limitedly fitted two), you thankfully accepted because you'd be away from Percy's weird questions.

George crawled aside, giving you a little space to sit, making you nervous since you'd have to be in constant touch with Fred. Although George couldn't take his eyes of off you and his twin, you and Fred were avoiding making eye contact at any cost, facing the fireplace like your lives depended on it.

"What's bloody wrong with you two?" George asked, suspicious. His right arm was up on the backrest, whereas Fred had his left arm up front, his hands falling in the middle of his legs.

Fred and you stared at George, trying to look as much surprised as you guys could. To be real, you had no idea why you guys started acting strange, it just happened. A corner of your mind had an answer for that, but you were avoiding it.

"What you mean?" you both retorted at the same time. Fred blushed when he noticed.

The younger twin puffed, not able to believe you were playing dumb. He crossed his legs, taking more space in the couch,leaving you to be more close to Fred, who was forced to raise his arm and place it up on the backrest, so he could provide you with more space. Thus, his hand almost ended at your shoulder, causing you to face him. 

Wrong idea.

His brown eyes glanced at yours like something just clicked, and you couldn't tell if it was you or him. He was wearing the red sweater with his initial and it seemed a bit too small for him. He was probably taller than when his mom made it.

You listened to George giggle yet you didn't look at him to confirm if he was all that happy with your disgrace. Thankfully, Fred changed the subject.

"So... Percy, huh?" he whispered, making sure his older brother couldn't hear. Percy was very much concentrated in a conversation with his father about the Ministery, so he didn't even look at your direction. Harry and Ginny on the other hand, who seemed uncomfortable being so close, faced you guys at the sound of Percy's name.

Ron Weasley didn't stare at all, concentrated on the letter he was holding.

"Do you fancy him?" George asked, laughing too loud. You blushed at the question, not because he was right, but because you're scared Percy would look at you.

"Oh Merlin, no" you answered, revelling a disgusted face too quickly. Fred and Ginny laughed right away, which made Percy give a slight look at you all, but he turned back at his father like you were stupid. He was probably used to his brothers' jokes. "I mean, nothing against him, he is your brother..."

"No hard feelings," Ginny said, sniffing at the end of the sentence.

"He is a pain in the ass" George added, giggling. For such a unified family, they were easy to talk trash about each other.

"I don't get it... why was he... you know... so focused on me?" you asked, pausing a lot since you had no idea how to turn your doubt into a sentence.

Fred smiled. "You are a y/L/N".

"What's that suppose to mean?" you replied, confused by what your last name had to do with all the attention.

"You're rich" George answered. You looked at him, finding a very relaxed expression in his face like it didn't bother him the amount of money you had. "And a pureblood" Ginny continued, shaking her head. "That's like — real high status".

Ginny might have a point. You never had given much thought about your social position in the Wizarding World. You were rich, but since your whole family was rich as well — and most of your friends when growing up — you didn't consider what being a poor witch would be like. Of course, five days in the Burrow you'd started getting more sense of the things. Most of the Weasleys wore handmade and hand-me-down clothes, besides having to live in such a small house.

Back at your place, it was just you, mom and dad, but the house was so big, you could invite all the Weasleys — including Bill and Charlie — to spend a week there and they all would have one room of their own.

Notwithstanding your parents weren't big fans of holidays, they always gave you gifts at every celebration, sometimes without being needed. Paying close attention to how your life was being handled, you had it pretty easy if compared to the Weasleys.

You noticed they were all staring at you, expecting an answer of yours. You had no idea what to say, so you just shrugged. "I had never realised it".

Fred stared at you like you were a puppy asking to be petted, immediately letting his arm — the one up at the backrest — fall to your shoulders, his hand touching you carefully.

Ron finally realised he was in the middle of a living room filled with people, lifting his eyes from the paper he held. "Hermione wants to hear about you" he spoke, facing you.

"Oh. I'll write to her. Does she ask for anything else?"

"To know everything that's happening" he responded, focused on you. "You're not gonna tell her about my hair, are you?"

"Oh, she definitely is" Fred replied for you.

"She definitely should," George remarked, laughing alongside his twin.

***

"Dear Hermione..." you started writing, but it didn't seem right. Both yours and Ginny's wands were light up by Lumos, because you both were still up, even if it was probably already passed midnight. Ginny's room was cosy enough for you to have changed clothes to your nightgown, but you were avoiding doing so, even though Ginny was already with a short and a really old sweater.

She was reading a book, but she didn't want to keep on reading. "I'm gonna sleep, y/N" she warned you.

"Oh, ok. Do you want me to Nox?" you asked, trying to sympathize with your newest friend.

"No need. The light won't bother me," she replied, getting under the covers. "Hardly something does".

You giggled at her phrase, remembering the nights you scaped with the twins and she didn't even move. "Good dreams" you wished her, but she was already sleeping.

You kept trying to write. "Dear Hermione, Days here in the Burrow have been entertaining. Nothing that you couldn't have seen in school, to be fair. Although, maybe Ron's hair going pink is something he'd have tried to hide in school. He'll probably find a way to wash it out by the end of the week. Let's hope not. Haven't quite talked to Harry, though, which makes me wonder I should, after all, it was his idea for me to come. Ginny became a friend, but it's actually with the twins that I have been spending my time. They're really fun to be around — who could have wondered? — and they are very caring towards me since they're trying to teach me quidditch. they say I'm a fast learner, I suppose they mean it. That's all I have for now, but hey, keep me updated about you. How are things in the muggle world? Best regards, y/N y/L/N"

It seemed incomplete like you had more to tell her, but you hade no idea what was missing. Hermione and you weren't exactly best friends, so telling your deepest concerns seemed too much for such superficial friendship. You hoped after that letter, you two would become closer.

Ginny's window was right next to her bed, and you didn't want to wake her just so you could send your owl out there. So you headed downstairs, where you could send your letter with no trouble to anyone. 

You tried to be as much quiet as you could, holding your wand and the letter closer to your chest, in case you could let them fall.

"y/N? What are you doing here?" a male voice asked in the gloom of the kitchen, making you jumpscare. You pointed your wand in the direction of the voice, hoping Lumos would be enough to show you to who the voice belonged.

The face showed one of the twins, and by the looks of the sweater, it was Fred. "Merlin, Fred, you scared me!" you exclaimed, trying to sound angry but still keep it in a lower tone.

"Sorry" he replied, ducking his head. In his hands, he held a cup, but you had no idea what could be inside.

"Hope you were not here planning something" you commented, getting closer to the window, asking for your owl who awaited for you outside.

"Nah. George is snoring and I couldn't sleep" he explained, making you giggle at the image of a snorting George that appeared in your mind.

Your owl left into the darkness outside, with your letter in its beak. You rapidly closed the window, because of the cold wind that was coming in, and stepped towards Fred, who was leaning on the sink counter.

"Hermione's letter?" he wondered out loud.

You were happy to reply, filling in the silence. "Yep. Faster she gets it, faster she stops looking for me".

He chuckled after your explanation. He then took a sip from his mug.

"What are you drinking?" you asked, still scared to let the silence dominate.

"Milk. Want some?" he offered, at the light of your wand.

"Is it in the fridge?" you were willing to take a little to drink before going back to bed.

"Uh, no" he answered, after a hesitation. "It ran out. But you can have mine".

You didn't know what to do. You wanted to drink milk, water wouldn't do the trick, still, you didn't want to take from his mug. Not because of disgust, but because he was drinking it himself.

"Come on, take it," he said, lending you the mug, smiling, inviting. "I don't want it anymore, it'd be a waste".

You sighed, accepting. When you reached for the drink, your hands touched for a split second but it was enough to wake your heart up.

He took his wand from the counter, enchanting Lumos, to get you more light. You took a sip from the mug, pleased to find the milk no longer too cold as it should have been when he got it out of the fridge.

"So... no pranks planned for tomorrow?" you asked, making conversation. He giggled, placing his wand back at the counter, while you leaned your back on the counter as well, staying right next to him.

"Not telling you that easy, y/N" he simply said.

"Won't you guys ask for my help anyways?" you pondered, finishing the drink on your hand, leaving it inside the sink.

"Yes, but until we ask, it's a surprise" he answered, smiling down at you. 

You placed your wand right next to his, which made the lights merge into a brighter one. His face shifted because of the new angle of the lights, giving him a more mysterious look.

"Is it gonna be the biggest one yet?" you asked.

Fred looked down at you, moving a slightly away from the counter, so he could face you better.

"It's on Percy's, so... Yeah, I planned something big for him" he smirked. The proximity made you wanna duck.

"You did all the planning?" 

"Don't look so startled. He did bug you all night" remarked Fred. You were surprised that he noticed how uncomfortable you were during dinner. It made you think how long had he been paying attention to you.

"He was just... curious" you hesitated, not because you needed to find your words, but because his closeness was making you nervous. A good nervous, but nervous nonetheless.

"I bet that git was curious!" he countered, louder than before.

Fred was agitated by the way his older brother treated you, but you didn't understand why would he. Maybe Percy could have been nicer, that's for sure, but if he wanted so badly to rise in the wizarding hierarchy, his reaction was not that much scandalous. 

You positioned your hands over Fred's shoulders, one at each, in an attempt to calm him down. The sudden touch scared both of you — Fred wasn't expecting it and you weren't believing you took the initiative.

"Look, Freddie, you don't have to worry about me" you started but he didn't let you finish.

"I don't but I do, don't I?" he prattled, not making much sense but showing his deepest feeling just by saying an unreasonable phrase.

His brown eyes sparked meeting yours, so close now you could smell his breath. And then, you gave in.

The kiss started as a soft encounter of lips, both scared of what you were doing. It wasn't your first kiss, but it was your first kiss with Fred and you were terrified you had just ruined everything. A corner of your mind blamed you for starting the kiss, but you weren't completely sure of who started it.

Once the kiss got passioned — Fred pulled your body closer to his, holding you by the waist —, all of your concerns got lost. You only thought about how to bring him closer, and how to deeper the kiss.

You didn't know an eager for kisses lived inside of you, but she was pretty alive, wanting to groan every time Fred tightened his embrace and his hand seems to wonder every part of your back. You're not complaining though since you're pretty much doing the same, although you're more focused on his hair, so soft to the touch. When you ran your finger through his scalp, making little circles, he moans lowly, you almost can't hear it.

You had never been kissed like that before, he's practically making you lose your mind.

It takes him a while to finally loosen his arms around you, slowly pulling his lips away. You have your foreheads pressed together, both so out of breath that can't say a thing.

That pause didn't do you any good, 'cause you started wondering "what now?" You put one of your hands away from him, trying to catch you wand from the counter. When your fingers feel it, you know it's time to disappear.

He hasn't said a word and neither have you. Although you wanted to repeat the kiss, you knew you shouldn't.

He's staring at you, his eyes sparkling like stars in the middle of the night, makes you question if it's him with the Lumos spell, not the wand.

"Good night, Freddie," you say, before running away from him, too scared to look back.

"Good night, y/N" you hear from behind, even though you turn back, you're too far to see him.

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PART 3

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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ: 11.“We can take it slow”/ 12. “Let’s go all night” (Requests are open! you can find my list here or just ask for anything you’d like)

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Midterms were killing you.

You could almost feel how your head was going to explode in any second. All your time was spent in the library or going to tutorings with your teachers or more advanced students. You needed a scholarship asap, and even when your grades were alright, you knew you need them to be perfect. 

Your exams were going to start in 3 days, so you needed to excel in every single one of your classes in those three last days. On your table (at the library) rested four coups of coffees, two bottles of water that you refilled now and then, a pile of books, your computer, and a lot of paper notes. It was a disaster, but somehow you found order in that. 

“Excuse me… can I sit here? every other place it’s occupied.” You raised your head from your book to the owner of the sweet voice calling you. She looked tall, maybe because of the heels she was wearing. Her hair was long, and the color was like if she dyes it with honey. Her lips, tinted with a pale pink lipstick shade, and her hand was holding a bag close to her chest. She was stunning.

“Sure- Let me just...” Quickly, you started to pick up your things, making little piles closer to you, cleaning some space for her “sorry, I’m just a mess right now” nervous laughter escaped from your lips while she started to put her things down “It’s okay. I start my midterms tomorrow, and I’m just starting to study today,” she gave you a small and cute smile while sitting down “I’m Roseanne, but call me Rosie. Nice to meet you,” you just nodded your head, returning her smiler. “I’m YN.”

The next two days went the same way. Rosie was showing up after classes to your table, even if you changed your seat she would look for you and sit with you, which honestly it didn’t bother you. You and Rosie were in the same major, she was in a semester before yours, so every time she’d ask you for help, it helped you to memorize certain things. Plus, it was adorable every time she would look at you with puppy eyes cause she didn’t understand something.

Roseanne’s midterms were finally over; you still had one more to go, so you didn’t know if you were going to see her again, but in case you did, you wanted to remain as friends or maybe more than that. You found yourself liking Rosie more than a classmate. You enjoyed her company and how she relayed on you for small things such as studying. Naturally, you wanted to maintain contact with her and maybe keep your little crush for her to yourself.

It was almost 9 pm, and the students were slowly going back home, just a few like you would stay till midnight to study. “I knew you were going to be here… I brought you some coffee and cookies, you probably haven’t had dinner yet, so take this” she handed you the food, left her bag on the table, and sat next to you. Rosie never sat next to you, always in front of you. “Thank you” you gave her a little smile, she only nodded and started to look at your notes “wha-what are you doing here? Your midterms ended today.” 

“Yes! And you haven’t congratulated me” a little pout was shown on her lips. “Congratulations. How did you do?” she just shrugged while starting to put your things away. You were so concentrated in her that didn’t even notice her actions. “I got great grades on all my classes thanks to you” she smiled at you before hanging your bag and her on her shoulder. “let’s go” she did a little gesture to ask you to leave the library. “Where? Rosie, I need to study.” 

“You’ve been studying all week. Take a break, let’s go for a walk around the campus and eat what I brought you. Once you’re done, we’ll be back, and I’ll help you study all night” you bit your lips unsure of it being a good idea. Of course, you wanted to go wherever she asked you to, but you also needed to study.

It only took you to see Rosie under the moonlight to make up your mind, “Let’s go all night.” Rosie looked at you a little bit confused “I mean… let’s go for a walk all night… I’m tired of studying, and tomorrow is my last exam,” she smiles, showing you her little eyes wrinkles. Rosie took your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. Every second you spent with her made you feel more attracted to her, she was so sweet to you and made you feel comfortable and like she wanted you around. 

It was around 2 in the morning. Both of you left campus hours ago and went to a little park close to it. You were talking about each other’s likes, hobbies and stuff like that. It was a nice change since you always talked about school. “So… you have a special someone?” Her question took you by surprise. She was waving her brows up and down, waiting for an answer while your feet started to move nervously. “I don’t” a shy smile appeared on your face. “Oh! Really? Why is that? You are adorable and smart, and attractive” blood rushed to your cheeks while you felt like trying to hide somewhere. “I am not. I’m pretty average.” 

Rosie took your face in her hands, looking at you with that sparkle in her eyes that identified her. “No~ you’re the most awesome person I’ve ever met.” Without giving you a second to react, she leaned in, pressing her lips against yours, smiling in between the kiss once she felt how you didn’t respond. Rosíe knew you were not following her kiss cause you were shy, and she didn’t give you a warning before kissing you.

“I like you, but if you don’t feel the same, we can take it slow. I can take my time to win your heart” she was flirty, and that made your heart excited, you liked how bald and fearless Rosie was. “No. I like you too” Rosie smiled again, letting go of your face and reaching for another cookie.

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When I wake up, Trevor is doing crunches on the floor. His face is flushed and he has a light sheen of sweat on his skin.

 “What time is it?” I mumble.

 He pauses to pull out his phone and check the time. “Seven-thirty,” he says as he resumes his crunches.

 “How long have you been up?” I stretch and try to shake off the desire to curl up and fall back asleep.

 “Since four,” he says.

 I’m momentarily confused before I remember. Trevor has the odd routine of waking up before dawn to sprint around town like he takes part in a daily Olympics competition.

 Trevor seems content to finish his daily workout without much comment, so I slip into the bathroom to use the toilet and swipe a finger across my teeth with some toothpaste. And because I know Trevor is likely to forget about the laundry, I return to the washer to throw the clothes into the dryer. While I’m not fond of the idea of playing maid, I’m less fond of the idea of returning to visit Trevor’s apartment if it’s covered in trash, dirty dishes, and dirty laundry.

 I don’t like how many options the dryer has. Instead of a crank nob, there are numerous push buttons. I notice that when I press one of the buttons, it lights up a different option or a different setting.

 I have no idea what the settings or options mean, though I can’t imagine it makes a difference which I use, so I select one at random and turn it on. Then, I load up the washer with another load of dirty clothes and do the same.

 I have no idea what to do with myself, so I go into the living. And I stop in my tracks.

 “What are you doing?”

 “Well, we never did finish that game of Monopoly,” Trevor tells me, clicking a house onto a tile of the game board. “Figured we could try to finish it. I… think I remember how the board looked?” But he doesn’t sound completely sure and peers down at it. “Did you own Pennsylvania Avenue, or was that one mine?”

 I am not prepared for another round of that game. I will never be prepared for another round of that game. I act swiftly.

 “What are you…?” Trevor asks when I advance.

 I kiss him. Trevor makes an appreciative noise and his hands come up to pull me closer. I let him. His mouth moves from my lips to my jaw and I tilt my head to encourage him. His lips go down my neck and I return the favor, mirroring what he does as best as I can, unwilling to let him break free of my distraction.

 It works. He guides me away from the living room, into his bedroom. He pushes me gently onto the bed, and we pull ourselves free of clothing. I may have been disgruntled at Trevor’s lack of sexual knowledge before, but he proves to be a quick study. He manages the condom and lube much better this time.

 And after, Trevor nuzzles against me, kissing my forehead. “Was it good?”

 I nod, feeling slimy and gross.

 “Should I do something differently or anything?” he asks.

 I’m confused. I shake my head.

 “But it was good?” he presses.

 “It was fine,” I tell him.

 “But I…” He drifts off, a contemplative expression on his face. “Actually, hang on,” he mutters.

 Trevor gets out of bed, puts his boxers on, and leaves the bedroom for a moment. When he returns, he has a paper in one and a pen in the other. He hands them to me.

 I have no idea what I’m supposed to do with either.

 “For you,” Trevor clarifies.

 I look down. The paper reads “Your satisfaction is the number one priority” at the top. Below that are a series of questions. It looks like someone scribbled out certain words and wrote a new one to replace it over the original.

 What can be improved on your next visit encounter? Did you receive special attention from an employee Trevor? What is your overall satisfaction level? On a scale of 1 (not very likely) to 10 (very likely), how likely are you to recommend our brand want a repeat performance?

Am I supposed to answer these?

 Trevor must notice my baffled expression. He clears his throat. “Well, I don’t know much about this gay sex stuff, but I want you to be happy, you know, in bed. This one product we sell is American and comes with a questionnaire and people usually fill it out and I was just thinking… maybe I could tweak it so I could give it to you to fill out? About our”—his face turns a rosy shade—“you know… Maybe it was stupid. But I’d like you to try to fill it out.”

 I do not even know what to say. Trevor is looking at me expectantly. I fumble with the pen. When Trevor doesn’t look away, I awkwardly scratch out some answers to the questions and hand the paper back to him. He takes it excitedly, smiling as his eyes scan over it.

 His smile slowly drops away.

 “What can be improved… you said ‘no.’”

 I did, yes.

 “And for the question about ‘did you receive special attention,’ you just wrote in ‘yes.’”

 I’m not sure why he’s reading my answers off to me.

 “That’s all?” he asks. “Just ‘yes’? You could put something specific that you liked, though.”

 He looks at me pleadingly. I shrug, feeling awkward and on the spot. After a moment, he drops that issue to move onto the next question on the paper.

 “Your overall satisfaction level is yes?” he asks.

 “I was satisfied,” I tell him, in case he needs clarification.

 “And I scored an 8.” He pauses. He looks up at me, wounded. “What did I do wrong?”

 “Well,” I fumble. “Um. Always room for improvement, right?”

 “But what did I do wrong?” he presses. “What should I do differently? Do you want me to—” He cuts himself off to gesture towards my lower half. I frown, confused, and he says, “I can, you know, go down on you or something.”

 Oh. I shake my head quickly. “No, it’s not that. It was good.”

 Trevor is more and more distressed. “But good should always be improved to ‘great’ or ‘excellent.’”

 This conversation is exhausting me.

 “We should shower,” I cut in, trying to derail this mess as quickly as I can.

 “Will you at least think on it?” Trevor asks as I stand up. He still sounds distressed. “So I can find things to improve on?”

 “Sure,” I reply, though I’m not sure at all. I just want to dive out of this conversation as fast as possible.

 “Okay,” Trevor relaxes. “You go ahead and shower and I’ll go get some clean clothes. You can borrow some of mine, if you want?”

 Normally, I’m not sure I’d like to wear someone else’s clothes. But my mind whispers the word boyfriend, and I remember I’m not really strangers with Trevor anymore.

 “Yeah, that’s fine,” I say.

 I take a quick shower and towel off. Trevor slipped in at some point and put some clothes on the closed toilet for me. I’m relieved he didn’t ask to join me this time. I’m not sure what boyfriends are supposed to do with each other, but I still like taking a shower by myself. I’m also relieved that they aren’t the workout shorts and sleeveless top he tossed at me last time. These shorts are looser, more comfortable looking, and the shirt is a simple T-shirt that’s well worn and soft.

 When I come out of the bathroom, I find Trevor in the open area of his living room. He’s flexing his arms and admiring himself.

 Why?

 “What are you doing?” I ask.

 He stops and turns to me. “My shirts shrank,” he says.

 “How?” I ask, frowning.

 “I think there’s some kind of setting the dryer has to be on to dry cotton. Lower heat or something? Otherwise, I guess it all shrinks down. Or maybe it was that the washer was supposed to be on a certain setting, so it uses cooler water? Or both?” He screws his face up as he thinks. “I’m not sure. But everything shrank.”

 I feel a sense of horror.

 “Also, all my white clothes are pink,” he goes on. He says it rather casually, but…

 I feel my sense of horror increase.

 “The… shirt you’re wearing,” I say, “was it always pink?”

 “It was white before we washed it,” Trevor says, looking down at his shirt in question, which is now a soft rosy shade.

 “I…”

 It’s too little, too late, but I now remember being told at some point that it’s imperative to separate white clothes from those with color—especially red—to keep the white clothes from soaking up loose dye while they’re washing together.

 “How many shirts did I ruin?” I ask, my horror morphing into stress.

 Trevor shrugs. “You didn’t really ruin them. I think they’ll stretch out again and besides—”

 “But how many?” I ask again.

 He shrugs again. “Maybe a dozen? I got most of them cheap on sale or something, and I can get more. I’m not worried about it, though.”

 I cast him a dubious look.

 “Well, look,” he says, flexing his arm again. “They’re super tight now. I can show off all this muscle I’m building!”

 I’m not sure why I didn’t expect this type of reaction from the guy who has such a ridiculous daily exercise routine.

 “I’ll still replace them,” I say. “They’re pink.”

 “It’s just my workout shirts that were white,” Trevor says. “Besides, you missed the part where they shrunk down so much that they show off my muscles!”

 He flexes his arm again. I suppose if I were a vainer person, I would actually appreciate what I’m looking at. The shirt is very tight on Trevor’s body, and if I hadn’t known he liked to work out, I would definitely know it after seeing him in this shirt. The fabric is pulled so tight over his stomach that I can see the grooves of his abdominal muscles.

 Trevor raises an arm to flex again and offers me a sly smirk. “I look good, right? Half the joy in getting muscles like these is showing them off. Best thing for that is tight clothes.”

 Despite my agitation, I give him a small, amused smile.

 “It should only take a thousand pushups or so to stretch it out, anyway,” he goes on casually. “That’s pretty easy.”

 “A thousand pushups?” I echo, horrified at the sheer immensity of the number. “You do that many?”

 “Oh, yes,” Trevor says. “Wanna see?”

 I can only stare, still not sure he’s serious.

 “Hey,” Trevor says, “if you want to see what a thousand pushups look like, I’ll happily show you. No need to be shy about it.”

 “I… I guess,” I say. I’m less interested in seeing someone do a thousand pushups than I am being able to say that I know someone who could do a thousand pushups in one session.

 Trevor wastes no time. Immediately he starts, counting off as he goes.

 “How do you have the energy to do that many?” I mutter, more to myself.

 Trevor hears and answers anyway. “I’m not sure that—sixteen—it has anything to do with—seventeen—energy, honestly. Once you—eighteen—have the upper body strength—nineteen—to do pushups, it’s—twenty—easy to do a lot—twenty-one—at once.”

 I’m amazed how he can speak, do his pushups, and keep count of them all at once.

 “This isn’t actually—twenty-five—much of a challenge—twenty-six—and I like a—twenty-seven—challenge. You could—twenty-eight—sit on my back—twenty-nine—if you want.”

 I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous.

 I must say that out loud, because Trevor says. “Not really—thirty-two—ridiculous, honestly. I—thirty-three—see people do it—thirty-four—all the time for—thirty-five—strength training.”

 I’m still not sure.

 “Well, we could—forty-one—figure out who had—forty-two—Pennsylvania Avenue—forty-three—and play Monopoly—forty-four—if you prefer.”

 I do not prefer. I quickly step towards him and watch as his rises and falls, rises and falls.

 “Just… climb on your back?” I ask to make sure.

 “Yeah, just—fifty-seven—climb abord the—fifty-eight—flex-machine.”

 I snort at the term and tentatively sit on Trevor’s back. At first, I sit like he’s a bench. It’s not very comfortable, so I shift my position to find something that is.

 In the end, I’m laying across his back, my head tucked between his neck and shoulder, my hands folded on my stomach. Below me, Trevor continues his pushups, keeping count of them.

 I don’t really have a lot more to say to him, so I stay mostly quiet. He says a few things, mostly near the beginning of his routine.

 “Counting aloud also—eighty-eight—helps with lung—eighty-nine—capacity and—ninety—breathing technique.”

 I’m not sure I understand how, but I don’t argue the point. I’ve never seriously worked out a day in my life. I’m a scrap of a person, thin and slender. Who am I to question Trevor’s logic?

 By three hundred, he falls quiet, save his counting.

 By five hundred, I’m dozing off and on.

 By eight hundred, my stomach growls and it helps keep me awake.

 When Trevor hits a thousand, he lets his body drop to the ground, lying on his stomach, arms spread around his head in a loose circle.

 “Not so hard, see?” he says. His breathing isn’t labored, but it also isn’t quite unaffected.

 “Only took an hour and a half,” I tease, rolling off of him to lay next to him on the ground.

 “What?” Trevor looks at me in offense. “I thought it took closer to an hour.”

 I shake my head and Trevor mutters a curse.

 “Guess my new goal is a thousand in an hour,” he tells me.

 The idea seems ridiculous to me. “Seems impressive enough to me that you can do it at all.”

 Trevor rolls over onto his back and looks at me. “I’ve never tried before,” he admits, “but like I said, once you have the upper body strength to do a pushup, it’s just a matter of endurance to be able to do so many at once. But I think I might’ve overdone it.”

 “You think?” I mutter.

 He smiles. “I can already feel my muscles getting sore.”

 “Can’t say I’m surprised.”

 “Well, that’s just my muscles’ way of talking to me, right? I'm just flattered they put forth the effort to communicate with me.”

 I’m not sure about that.

 “Take out for early lunch?” he asks me.

 “Same as ever,” I agree.

[mrs-entwistle]

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1:Full name?I don’t feel comfortable putting my full name on the Internet, sorry!2:Age?21.3:3 Fears?Dying young/alone, insects, and heights. 😣4:3 things I love?Video games, Christmas, and antique stores! 5:4 turn ons?A bright mind, a kind heart, a good sense of humor, and beautiful blue eyes.6:4 turn offs?Rudeness/disrespect, no communication, lack of affection, and caring only about sex. 7:My best friend?Jeremy and my bf Stephen :’)8:Sexual orientation?Pansexual!9:My best first date?I honestly don’t even know? 10:How tall am I?About 5'2", I think.11:What do I miss?Stephen while he’s at work!12:What time was I born?I’m actually not 100% sure? I wanna say sometime around 6-7 am but I’m not positive.13:Favorite color?Blue! 💙14:Do I have a crush?Yes, on my boyfriend 😎15:Favorite quote?I’m never good at answering this question, I can never really think of any quotes 😅🙈16:Favorite place?Antique stores are guaranteed to be a favorite place of mine, no matter what. 17:Favorite food?Anything involving chicken and cheese, tbh. But my favorite treat is always brownies. 😍18:Do I use sarcasm?Quite heavily, yes 😂19:What am I listening to right now?Don’t Fear The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult20:First thing I notice in new person?I tend to notice everything at once. I’m a quick judge of character and I’m very good at taking things in.21:Shoe size?6.22:Eye color?Brown.23:Hair color?Also brown!24:Favorite style of clothing?Anything that looks like it came directly from Stevie Nicks or Marc Bolan. 😎 I love ‘60s and '70s-esque clothing. It’s the best!25:Kiss someone that starts with the letter “R”?Nope. 27:Meaning behind my URL?I’m John Entwistle’s wife 😘28:Kiss someone that starts with the letter “M”?Nope again.29:Favorite song?That’s waaaaaay too hard of a question, my dude. 😂 Anything by The Who, I’ll just say that.30:Favorite band?The Who, for sure 🤗❤️31:How I feel right now?Very nice! I’m super cozy and content and quite happy. :’) 32:Someone I love?Stephen 😊33:My current relationship status?In a relationship 🌈💕34:My relationship with my parentsMy relationship with my mom is great, we’re as close as can be- but I essentially have no relationship at all with my dad. 35:Favorite holiday?Halloween and Christmas are tied, I can’t pick between them. 😎🎃🎄36:Tattoos and piercing I have?None at all.37:Tattoos and piercing I want?I want a little crescent moon tattoo for sure, and maybe a tiny feather as well.38:The reason I joined Tumblr?It was in 2012 when I was going through an extremely tough time and I had started homeschooling due to an unfortunate decline in my health. I lost all my friends at school and was looking for a way to meet new people with similar interests and occupy my time. 39:Do I and my last ex hate each other?Hate is a strong word. I don’t think he hates me, and I don’t hate him. But I don’t have anything good to say about him though; I’m pretty bitter about how things ended. 40:Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?Whenever I’m not physically with my bf, he always sends me those and vice versa. :’)41:Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?Noooo, lmao.42:When did I last hold hands?Yesterday. 43:How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?Lmaoooo oh boy. It tends to take me at least an hour and a half to two hours. 😅😂🙈44:Have you shaved your legs in the past three days?Yeah.45:Where am I right now?On Stephen’s couch with one of his sisters while she helps assist me on a difficult part of BOTW 😂46:If I were drunk and can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?Probably Stephen m and his family, honestly.47:Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?Depends on how I’m feeling, but usually I prefer it loud. B)48:Do I live with my Mom and Dad?I live with my mom. But as of lately, more than half of the time I’ve been staying with Stephen and his family. 😌💕49:Am I excited for anything?My future. :’) 50:Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?Yes! A couple people.51:How often do I wear a fake smile?I try not to, but I do sometimes.52:When was the last time I hugged someone?Early this morning. 53:What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?I would be more than devastated. But I don’t need to worry about that because that would never happen.54:Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?Probably… 55:What is something I disliked about today?My day has just begun, so nothing yet!56:If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?John Entwistle, even though he isn’t alive anymore. 57:What do I think about most?Stephen and our future. 58:What’s my strangest talent?My excellent impressions. 59:Do I have any strange phobias?I have a phobia of ants that most people think is strange and “funny”.60:Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?I am fine with either, actually. I love being the subject and also the photographer. I don’t have a preference. 😁61:What was the last lie I told?Probably that I’m fine. 62:Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?Depends on the person! Probably talking on the phone, though. 63:Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?I 100% believe in ghosts. And I love to ponder the idea of aliens, but I’m not 100% sold on the idea. I love reading about the concept of them though. 64:Do I believe in magic?Nah. 65:Do I believe in luck?Sort of!66:What’s the weather like right now?Sunny as FUCK I hate Florida lmao67:What was the last book I’ve read?Gyo by Junji Ito 68:Do I like the smell of gasoline?Yessss, it’s gr8 👌🏼69:Do I have any nicknames?Everybody calls me Kait. And Stephen has a bunch of personal nicknames for me 😊70:What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?A fractured ankle, I’d say.71:Do I spend money or save it?I definitely spend it….. 😅72:Can I touch my nose with a tongue?Nope, I can’t.73:Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? I don’t think so :o74:Favorite animal?Cats and bats and red pandas 😎75:What was I doing last night at 12 AM?Cuddling with Stephen.76:What do I think is Satan’s last name is?Trump LOL77:What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?Kokomo by The Beach Boys78:How can you win my heart?You can’t, it’s already won 😘79:What would I want to be written on my tombstone?“She has returned to the cosmos from whence she came” 80:What is my favorite word?Groovy.81:My top 5 blogs on Tumblr?I don’t wanna list just 5 because I love so many blogs, and I don’t like playing favorites 😭82:If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?Something rambly about peace, I’m sure.83:Do I have any relatives in jail?Not that I know of!84:I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?Probably invisibility.85:What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?I’m actually not sure? I’m openly honest about most things but I would probably be afraid to discuss my sexual ventures with my family if they were to ask, for example… 😅86:What is my current desktop picture?I don’t have an actual computer but my background on my iPad is a picture of John Entwistle smiling, and my background on my phone is a photo of me and Stephen at the beach that my mom took of us.87:Had sex?Yes.88:Bought condoms?Also yes.89:Gotten pregnant?Definitely not!90:Failed a class?Yes lmao 😅91:Kissed a boy?Yessss.92:Kissed a girl?Nope.93:Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?Not yet!94:Had job?Yes. 95:Left the house without my wallet?Many times, lmao.96:Bullied someone on the internet?When I was very young; it’s not something I’m proud of. 97:Had sex in public?Nooooo, lmao.98:Played on a sports team?When I was in school, yes- the basketball team 😎99:Smoked weed?Nope.100:Did drugs?Also nope.101:Smoked cigarettes?Yeah.102:Drank alcohol?Mhm. 103:Am I a vegetarian/vegan?No I’m not. 104:Been overweight?Not really? Maybe a little when I was a preteen.105:Been underweight?Nah.106:Been to a wedding?Yes!107:Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?Most likely LOL.108:Watched TV for 5 hours straight?Also definitely a yes, especially in the past when I’ve been sick.109:Been outside my home country?Not yet!110:Gotten my heart broken?Many times.111:Been to a professional sports game?I think so?112:Broken a bone?Nah.113:Cut myself?Yes.114:Been to prom?No.115:Been in airplane?Not yet, I’m kinda scared to. 😅116:Fly by helicopter?Also no 😅117:What concerts have I been to?Art Garfunkel twice, Paul McCartney three times, The Who, The Beach Boys two or three times, Brian Wilson twice, Air Supply, Joan Jett (she opened for The Who), Ringo Starr twice, The Monkees, a Led Zeppelin tribute band, a Beatles tribute band a few times, Stevie Nicks, and I’m seeing Paul Simon in a few months 😎118:Had a crush on someone of the same sex?Yes lmao119:Learned another language?Yes!120:Wore make up?Also yes.121:Lost my virginity before I was 18?Nope. 122:Had oral sex?Yesss 👌🏼123:Dyed my hair?I used to dye it black for a few years. 124:Voted in a presidential election? No, actually.125:Rode in an ambulance?Yes :(126:Had a surgery?Thankfully not.127:Met someone famous?Yes, Ringo Starr 😎🌟128:Stalked someone on a social network?I think everyone has at some point to some extent 😅129:Peed outside?Lmao no 😂130:Been fishing?Actually, I have not!131:Helped with charity?Yes.132:Been rejected by a crush?So many times lmao 133:Broken a mirror?Accidentally! 134:What do I want for my birthday?I actually am not sure tbh? I haven’t really thought about it…as long as I get to spend it with the people I love, I’m happy :’) 135:How many kids do I want and what will be their names?At least one or two, but I haven’t thought of names, really 😌136:Was I named after anyone?My middle name is in honor of my great grandma.137:Do I like my handwriting?Yes, it’s decent sometimes! 138:What was my favorite toy as a child? Nintendo 64 LMAO I have always loved it 😎139:Favorite TV show?That '70s Show and Always Sunny.140:Where do I want to live when older?I dunno, wherever my life takes me! It would be rad to live in England though 😎141:Play any musical instrument?Sadly not, lmao.142:One of my scars, how did I get it?I fell down onto the driveway when I was little and scraped my elbow and the scar is still visible. 143:Favorite pizza toping?Pineapple ;;;;;;)144:Am I afraid of the dark?Nah.145:Am I afraid of heights?Oh yes, absolutely 😅146:Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?Lmaooooo kinda? 😂147:Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?Yup, happens all the time.148:What I’m really bad at?Living 😅149:What my greatest achievments are?Getting my art to Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey tbh 150:The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me?People say mean shit to me often, I don’t know what the worst thing has been though honestly 😅🙈151:What I’d do if I won the lottery?I would grab Stephen and my family and go shoppin 💃🏻152:What do I like about myself? I like my artistic talents and capabilities and I especially like my fashion sense and music taste 😎153:My closest Tumblr friend?Jeremy 😁154:Something I fantasise about?My future, yo! ✨

Thanks v much!!! This took awhile 😅💕