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TCS Part 18: The Cure

"Toby do ya think Professor McGonagall'd pick me to be there for Tim?"

Ah look up from my Astronomy book.

"Ah'd say so cause she knows who's friends with each other in this House."

"So you'd be there for Jacklin?"

"Ah sure hope so cause Ah'd feel betrayed. Ah don't even remember Jacklin talkin ta anyone outside a me when she don't have to."

Ah look back at my book and realize Ah forgot where Ah stopped.

"Dang Ah forgot where Ah was. This chapter bout Copernicus' real long and it don't have any pictures."

"Why do ya need to read about him?"

"Oh Ah gotta write a scroll bout who he is and what he discovered for Sinistra. Yer lucky. You only gotta be havin to remember names a basic stars and make a map of Jupiter."

Ah try to get back to my spot when Ah hear McGonagall come in.

"Can I have Mr. and Miss Kwimper follow me?"

Ah forget about the book and rush up to McGonagall because Ah know it's time to see Jacklin. Ah just know she'd want Holly because her friend Tim'll need her help too.

"Yes professor?"

"Madam Pomfrey is about to administer the potion. If it's successful in curing those who have been petrified, they should awake right away."

"Ok. C'mon Holly, let's go."

We follow her and Ah see somebody from Hufflepuff. Ah think it's because he's here for Pacer. Ah realize that there's a lot about Pacer Ah don't know. Maybe Ah can be friends with his friend too.

"Madam Pomfrey. All the students have been gathered."

"Thank you Minerva. I already succeeded in curing Mrs. Norris. Argus was quite pleased that there were no side effects of the potion."

"Indeed."

Ah walk into the Hospital Wing and sit down by Jacklin's bed.

"Come sit by Mr. McLean, Miss Kwimper. I'll start administering the draught."

Holly sits by Tim's bed. Ah see that he's got his mouth closed. Sprout comes in.

"Here you are Poppy. I brought a larger spray bottle with the potion for the dearies."

"Thank you Pomona."

She takes the spray bottle and sprays Tim. It takes a couple seconds but Tim slowly starts movin.

"Ah!"

He looks real panicked and Ah guess it makes sense. If the last thing he saw was a Basilisk that would definitely be real scary.

"Holly! What happened?"

"It's a long story. The monster's gone and we found a cure."

Tim sighs and relaxes back onto the bed.

"Thank goodness."

McGonagall looks at me.

"It appears you were correct regarding both the draught's color and application methods Mr. Kwimper. Perhaps Divination is a well suited elective for you."

Ah can only smile. Ah think McGonagall's startin to believe in me. Ah see the nurse now movin around Pacer's Hufflepuff friend. He looks like a 1st year like Holly and Tim.

"Careful now, Deacon. I'll have your friend Pacer fixed in no time."

Ah look at Deacon and Ah wonder if he's part Indian like Pacer is. Either way Ah watch her use a dropper ta drip the potion in Pacer's mouth. Same as Tim, Pacer wakes up lookin spooked. He sits up and turns around.

"Vhat?"

"Pacer mate, it's alright."

Deacon ain't Indian then. Ah wonder where he's from but Ah'll just ask Pacer when he's feelin better.

"Deke. Vhat vas that monster?"

"Ask Toby. He killed it."

Pacer looks at me like he just can't believe it.

"You really killed dat monster, Toby?"

"It really is a long story. Ah'll tell all a ya when we're done with all this."

He nods and the nurse comes over to Jacklin. Ah take a step back.

"I can try dripping this into her mouth since her lips are slightly parted."

She pulls out the dropper and puts a couple in her mouth. Nothin.

"I don't understand. The potion went into her mouth."

Ah'm gettin scared that this ain't workin. Then Ah member that she's half Veela and Ah remember that Scott said she ain't like most wizards. If Filch's cat can't die because she's an animal, how'd someone like Jacklin react?

"Um how do potions work on Veela people?"

Everybody looks at me. The nurse's eyes widen.

"Oh my. I forgot about that."

She drops more potion into Jacklin's mouth. McGonagall looks at the nurse.

"What did you forget Madam Pomfrey?"

Before she can answer Jacklin sits up.

"Toby. The monster was a Basilisk."

Ah hug her but also want to keep her from falling over.

"Ah know Jacklin."

"Scott managed to find a cure then?"

"Yeah. The Basilisk's dead too."

"How?"

Ah sit back and realize now's the time to fill everyone in but before Ah can, Jacklin's dad comes in.

"Father?"

He rushes up to hug her. At first Ah wondered how he got here so fast but then Ah remembered he's our substitute teacher for Lockhart.

"Oh darling. I came here as soon as I received word about the potion being finished."

He turns to me and goes back to bein a teacher.

"Your father is here as well, Mr Kwimper. The Headmistress informed him about Holly being in danger and this was the earliest we could have him come."

Ah turn and see Pop come in.

"Are you kids awright?"

Holly goes up to Pop.

"Toby saved me Pop. He saved me!"

"How?"

Again everybody looks up at me. Ah rub my face.

"Is everybody here? Ah gotta really focus on this."

Everybody sees that Ah'm gettin all close to meltin so they stop movin.

"Ok. So it all started back when mah family and Jacklin's family went to Diagon Alley to get our books. Mr. Lockhart was at the book store for a book signin which is why you all saw that picture he had taken with Jacklin an 'er dad."

Ah nod to Holly.

"Mr. Lockhart gave Holly a diary because Professor Gryffindor wanted to make sure me and Holly got nice gifts too when he gave Jacklin his entire collection of books for free. Well it turned out that the diary was Tom Riddle's. Godric's paintin told Jacklin that Tom killed a girl to make it a horcrus. Sorry horcrux."

Ah take a breath. This is just a lot to remember since Ah need to remember everything from this whole past year. Then Ah start to go over everythin after Christmas leadin up to the day of Jacklin gettin attacked.

"Jacklin's been doin research with Scott from Ravenclaw bout the monster and how to cure everyone since the first attack happened on Halloween. It wasn't till a month ago or so that they figured out what the monster could be. She was gonna take it to Mr. Dumbledore when she got attacked. Jodie from Slytherin told me about the piece a paper in 'er hand so Ah took it."

Ah keep goin about how Ah figured out what happened up until now.

"Ah couldn't figure out what it all meant after a couple weeks cause Ah was relyin on my visions. So Ah went to Scott for help when we were at the library with Ravenclaw. He told me what it all meant when Holly went missin. Ah told the Headmistress bout the diary so she had me and Mr. Lockhart go down to the chamber in the dungeon walls to save her. Mr. Lockhart started talkin weird about how Ah knew too much about him bein fake so he tried obliviatin my memories. Ah had the mirror up so the spell must've bounced off it and hit him. Knowin Holly was still in danger Ah kept goin till Ah found her and Tom Riddle's ghost from the diary. He summoned the Basilik to come when Fawkes flew in with the Sortin Hat and pecked out the monster's eyes. Ah kinda lucked when the hat had Godric's sword but Ah stabbed it. Ah killed the Baslick and kept stabbin the diary when Ah was meltin and killed Tom's ghost. That woke Holly up so Fawkes flew us and Mr. Lockhart outta the chamber to bring us back to the main part of the castle. And that's what happened."

Everyone looks so amazed. Jacklin's dad stands up.

"Well now. I believe I should send a letter of reinstatement. Of course if that's alright with you, Headmistress."

McGonagall smiles.

"Yes. Hogwarts will need its rightful Headmaster back. Of course, I believe he will continue to have you serve until the end of the term. There simply isn't time to find a long-term replacement until the summer holiday."

"Very well then. If you can come with me Samson. I think we should let Madam Pomfrey carry on with her work."

"Whatever ya say, Henry."

They all leave the room and Ah can finally breathe. Ah feel real tired now and look at Jacklin.

"Ah'm goin up to my room. Ah need a nap."

"I understand, Toby. That was a lot of talking you did just now. Go on and rest."

Ah go up to my room alone and immediately fall asleep when Ah get into bed. Finally things're gettin back to normal.

Time Skip

"Ribbit."

Ah yawn as Ah wake up to Trevor needin attention.

"Ya wanna eat buddy?"

He croaks.

"Ok. Ah'm comin."

Ah feed Trevor.

"Jacklin and all the petrified kids are awake now. The potion worked."

He hops into my hand.

"Yeah Ah know. You were right. Ah gotta believe in myself more."

Ah rub his head for a couple minutes.

"Ah gotta put you back in the tank buddy but Ah'll be back after dinner."

Ah put him back in the tank and find Holly.

"How was yer nap?"

"Good. Ah fed Trevor just now so Ah'm ready to eat."

"Ok."

Everythin is still quiet as we go downstairs but all the kids have hope now that the potion is done.

"Your attention please."

Ah look up at McGonagall.

"I would like to announce that I am stepping down as Headmistress."

A bunch of kids are shocked but Ah'm not since Ah was there when she said Dumbledore was comin back.

"I would also like to announce that my final decision as Headmistress is to name my replacement. With Professor Gryffindor's endorsement, it gives me great pleasure to announce your new Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore."

Everyone includin Slytherin cheers when they see Dumbledore enter the Great Hall. She steps aside so he can speak.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall. First I would like to give my utmost appreciation to Professors Snape and Sprout for successfully curing those who have been petrified."

We all clap.

"Second, it gives me no pleasure to state that Professor Lockhart will no longer teach Defence Against the Dark Arts. Given the short notice of Professor Lockhart's departure, Professor McGonagall made the mutual decision with Professor Gryffindor to have him graciously finish out the term. As the current Headmaster, I will uphold this decision. I am most thankful that Professor Gryffindor has stepped aside from his ambassador duties for the sake of your education."

We clap as Jacklin's dad stands up then sits back down. Ah bet all the pure blooded kids think it's a real honor to have a wizard king teach them all this time. Ah still wonder how Jacklin can pass all our final exams since she missed all this class time. Sure she's smart but even she can't learn all that stuff by the end of the year.

"With that being said, let us all celebrate the success of the Cure For Petrification Potion and the eventual return of those who were attacked."

We all cheer as we start to eat. Scott did such a good job with the potion that Ah could just picture him lookin at his station while he worked. In my mind he looked like he was doin what it took to make sure his potion was a success. Ah look over at Ravenclaw and can see how tired he is. He probably worked through nights to get it done. He should get an award for it.

"What are ya thinkin bout, Toby?"

"That Scott oughta get an award for helpin the teachers. House points just ain't enough. He saved lives."

"How do ya figure?"

"If he didn't tell me how the Basilisk was, Ah wouldn't've had a clue on how to kill it."

Ah take a bite of food.

"But ya said that Scott only told ya what it was. How did that lead to ya knowin how to kill it?"

"Cause it's a giant snake. Ah know Ah got lucky by havin Fawkes take out the eyes, but Fawkes brought Godric's sword. When Lockhart went out... Ah didn't have a plan. But once Ah saw the sword Ah had what Ah needed."

"Ah don't get it."

"Snakes die when their head gets cut. So if a Basilisk is basically the same type a creature, then cuttin its head off oughta kill it too."

Holly shudders just like Jacklin does when we talk bout snakes.

"Ah think we should just go back ta eatin, Toby."

"Ok Holly."

Time Skip

Since the next day's Saturday Ah spend some time on my Copernicus scroll. Holly studies Potions next to me when McGonagall comes in.

"Mr. Kwimper you are wanted by the Headmaster."

Ah don't say anything as Ah follow McGonagall. Ah wonder what more Dumbledore'd want outta me. He looks happy to see me once Ah come in so maybe Ah won't be in trouble.

"Ah, Mr. Kwimper. I understand this year was quite chaotic for you and your family. I recently finished some discussions with Professors Gryffindor and McGonagall about the matter and have decided that I would like to hear more. There are some questions I would like to ask you. If you can have a seat, please."

"Yes sir."

Ah sit down in the chair by Fawkes' nest.

"What's the first question for me?"

"How was Fawkes able to find you in the chamber?"

Ah try to remember how it went.

"Ah was right in here since Professor McGonagall wanted a plan on how to save Holly. Fawkes looked sad so Ah told him Ah was goin to find Holly and help Professor Lockhart kill the Basilisk. That made him feel better. Then when Ah was sayin my last words, Ah wanted to ask Godric a couple more questions and say goodbye to Fawkes. That's when Godric's paintin told me that Ah was lucky to have someone like you to help me be a good wizard and to have Fawkes' loyalty. Ah guess since the openin to the chamber didn't close behind me Fawkes was able to fly right in."

"I see. That would explain why Fawkes came to you. Only an act of true loyalty to me and to the school can call him to you. It is obvious that your ability to speak with Fawkes has helped you survive such a terrible event."

"But why did he bring me the Sorting Hat with a sword in it?"

Dumbledore strokes his beard.

"The Sword of Gryffindor is one of the most powerful weapons in our history as it was made by the most skillful Goblins of his time. Goblin magic is very different than our own as objects made with it are practically indestructible. Since Godric often ends up in my own office, he must have asked Fawkes to bring you the Sorting Hat. Only a true Gryffindor at heart can use his sword as Godric valued bravery in the face of danger for the sake of protecting others. You demonstrated that exact value when you faced the Basilisk. Therefore, it stands to reason that he made that order believing that you truly had the courage to fight against such evil."

Ah can't even speak. Godric actually believed in me.

"In another matter, regarding how the mystery was solved, who do you think is responsible?"

Ah wonder what he means because he should already know Snape and Sprout made the potion and that Ah killed the Basilisk. Then Ah figure it out.

"Well it's like Ah said in the Hospital Wing. Jacklin should get some credit. She had the paper that said it was a Basilisk. Scott from Ravenclaw too. He thought my idea of usin the Mandrakes would work so he was the one who helped the professors make the potion."

"Indeed. Is there anyone else that you think is responsible for solving this mystery? Even if it might seem like the smallest of acts, it is often those small acts that make the biggest difference."

Ah have a feelin he knows somethin Ah don't. Ah try to think through how we managed to figure it out. Then Ah remember how Ah even got the paper in the first place.

"Ah remember now that Jodie from Slytherin was right behind Jacklin when she got attacked. He knew she had the paper about the Basilisk in her hand. He told me bout it and that's how Ah knew to take it from her. Ah never would've found out that she figured out what the monster was if he didn't tell me she had it."

"I see."

Ah start feelin nervous.

"Are we in trouble for goin around your rules?"

"No. I would say that saving your sister from the clutches of a horcrux created by Voldemort is quite the exception if our protocols were broken. As for the other students, neither myself nor any professors specifically caught one of you breaking the rules. Therefore, I see no reason to impose any form of punishment to anyone."

"Not even Holly?"

"Her actions were not her own. It would be cruel of me to punish her when she had already suffered by his power for so long."

Ah can only nod.

"Is there anythin else Ah need to answer?"

"Yes. How do you believe Miss Kwimper was able to enter and exit the Chamber of Secrets undetected?"

"Well... he could read Holly's thoughts. So he knew Ah had the..."

Ah lean in close since Dumbledore can keep this BIG secret a secret.

"Invisibility cloak."

Dumbledore don't look too shocked so Ah keep goin.

"We don't have the same schedule so she could spend almost the whole day without me seein her. Boys dorms don't have the same charm like the girls do so she's able to go in and out of my room no problem."

Ah take a breath. My words feel a little less untangled.

"Since a Basilisk can change size Ah guess through Holly, Voldemort had her use Parseltongue to tell it to be real small. Then she would just hide it until it was time to attack. Now that Ah think about it, the blood on the wall sayin the chamber was open was because Voldemort wanted to see how powerful his hold on Holly was. If he could get her to hurt herself, anythin can happen."

Dumbledore says nothin. Ah don't blame him and Ah know not to feel nervous since he already said Ah ain't in trouble.

"Thank you, Mr. Kwimper. You may return to your Common Room."

Ah nod again and go taoleave his office but stop. The memory of Godric's sword bein covered in gross stuff upsets me a little bit. Ah just have to tell him.

"Um, is it important for you to know that Godric's sword got Basilisk venom and some blood on it?"

Dumbledore looks at me.

"Why yes. That is indeed a very important piece of information to share. How exactly did that sword end up in a Basilisk's mouth?"

"Oh. Ah uh. Stabbed it in the head with the sword. Ah didn't mean to though. The Basilisk bit me and one of its fangs got stuck in my arm. Ah took sword outta its mouth and Ah guess the venom under the fang got on it with its blood."

"As for the diary you say it was a horcrux, so how were you able to destroy it?"

Ah look at the diary on his desk and point at the holes.

"Tom said Ah was gonna die from the Basilisk venom. Ah remember feelin so mad bout the whole thing, Ah just started stabbin the diary until Tom's ghost was destroyed. Ink was everywhere every time Ah stabbed it but it didn't get on the sword."

"I see."

Ah have no idea on what to make of that.

"Is that... bad?"

"No. Thank you for telling me, Mr. Kwimper. Help yourself to something from my counter of sweets."

"Thank you sir."

Ah nod and leave his office for real. Ah got candy out of this so this was a great day.

Time Skip

It's now June and Ah'm real worried about Jacklin. She's been stayin up late studyin in her hospital bed just so she don't fail the exams. It ain't fair to be doin this since she's got so much work to do to catch up on months a schoolin.

"May I have your attention please."

Dumbledore has an announcement and Ah have no idea on what he could want to say now.

"First, I would like to announce that all of the petrification victims have been released from the Hospital Wing. Will you please give them all a round of applause."

Ah go to cover my ears with how loud it is. Ah'm still real happy to see Jacklin and all the other petrified kids come into the Great Hall. Jacklin gives someone a wave and Ah have no idea who it's for.

"Yes welcome back everyone. I am sure that you all have been doing your best to catch up with your class work."

Definitely true with Jacklin but Ah wonder where it's goin.

"However, due to the large volume of information you will all need to catch up with, I have made a very important decision. All exams will be cancelled. Instead, you will be spending these last weeks catching up. I believe with the help of your professors and fellow students, you will successfully complete your coursework."

Wow. All our exams are cancelled. Ah wonder what that'd mean for our grades.

"I am well aware that our Fifth and Seventh year students are concerned about how this will impact their Advancement Exams. But rest assured, this will not hurt you in any way. In fact, I personally guarantee that all students who help these victims get up to speed will be given all O's."

Everyone cheers and Ah feel relieved that Jacklin won't need to worry about failin just because she missed about 2 months of classes.

"Once again, will you please give a round of applause to Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, Professor Snape and Professor Gryffindor for doing all they can to help out in these trying times."

We all clap as the adults stand. As they sit down Ah start to wonder how this'll go down. Jacklin's dad's a teacher now for the rest of the year. It's still a good thing we don't got exams anymore though. Ah don't want the other kids to think Jacklin's gettin special treatment just because she's his daughter.

"And now I release you all to enjoy your breakfast."

As soon as he finishes talkin Ah start fillin my plate.

"Jacklin how come it took ya so long ta get released from the Hospital Wing?"

"I was very weak when I woke up, Holly. We all were. I didn't want you to worry, but there were days that I couldn't walk without having my legs shake. Not even the potions Madam Pomfrey gave us helped."

"Wow. No wonder it took ya so long. If she didn't even know how to help ya get better, it must've been bad. But it don't matter now cause yer alright, Holly's alright, we're all alright."

"That's right, Toby. All that's left to do is finish this year and catch up with what we missed."

Ah start to eat knowin everythin's better now.

"But Ah do wonder bout some things. How'd Voldemort know where to find the chamber? Just cause he speaks Parseltongue don't mean he knows everythin."

"My only guess is that the Slytherin family passed such knowledge down so that it can one day be used. Perhaps his mother's family, the Gaunts kept archives of their own. If grandfather truly believes that the Basilisk was meant to be used for good, it would be important to have each descendent know. That way if the castle was attacked, the Heir of Slytherin could use it to protect us."

"That sure wasn't what Voldemort wanted to use it for. Then there's what ya said bout a horcrux. If somethin like that's so bad, how's he able to know bout it? He even knew the spell and everythin."

Jacklin thinks and Ah wonder just how bad this would be.

"Outside of him being adamant regarding the narcissistic goal of immortality to the point of searching the entire Restricted Section, I have no idea."

"Ya mean like you and Scott doin all that research?"

"Well the method would be the same."

Ah go back to eatin.

"As for Professor Lockhart, I have a theory."

"What?"

"He might have been using this situation with Holly and the Basilisk as a means of eliminating everyone who suspected him. Does that mean he was working directly with Voldemort to willingly use Holly as his new body? I don't know. Could he have been controlled by Voldemort to possibly use himself for Voldemort's new body? I don't know that either."

Ah just shake my head.

"Good thing he don't remember now. We'd just end up havin more questions than answers."

"Indeed, Toby. Indeed."

Ah'm about to start eatin again when Ah have one last thought.

"Now me hearin the Baslisk like it was in mah head. What's all that about?"

"I personally thought it had something to do with the pipes. But based on what you told me, I don't think that's true anymore."

"Lockhart didn't seem to believe me when Ah said Ah heard somethin."

Jacklin takes a sip a juice.

"Do you think he was behind it and tried to throw you off his track?"

"Ah got no idea. Probably. He kept makin off like Ah wasn't all that smart when Ah was in detention."

"I see. Either way. I don't think we'll ever know the truth."

"Yeah."

After gettin everythin untangled Ah finally feel good to eat.

Time Skip

After spendin my time goin over class stuff with Jacklin, Ah get why Dumbledore cancelled our tests. Ah realize it's because by helpin all the petrified kids catch up it's like we're showin them what we know. It's exactly the same thing as a test so it'd be weird to have us doin this only to give us another set of tests. Now that we're goin into the last day of school, Ah need to get this out of my chest.

"Jacklin. How do Ah ask ya somethin without comin off like Ah'm insultin Dumbledore?"

"What do you mean? How could you possibly insult Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Well... He's supposed ta be this great wizard who's real smart. So how come he couldn't figure it out when you and Scott could?"

Ah said it. Now Ah got to face what's about to come next.

"Headmaster Dumbledore has a lot of responsibilities that we students simply don't have which takes up a lot of time. Even though he probably tried to find the answer, he probably couldn't spend as much time compared to Scott and I."

"Oh. Phew. Ah thought Ah was gonna be in trouble for makin it seem like he was a dummy for not figurin it out."

"Yes it definitely was a smart move to ask me as opposed to Headmaster Dumbledore. Besides, without actually seeing the monster, our search only succeeded because of quite frankly, dumb luck. While a big part did come down to me trusting the connections you made, we were still doing a lot of guess work."

Ah nod as we start headin to the Great Hall. Goin into our end of the year feast, Ah feel like Jacklin not only caught up but still managed to know more than me. For some reason that surprises me and doesn't surprise me. Jacklin learns faster than me. Ah can live with that. Means we're normal again.

"Another year has come and gone. I would like to congratulate the Seventh Year students for completing their studies with us. As you know, the ceremony for you all will take place tomorrow morning."

We all clap cause the 7th year kids did a good job helpin all the petrified kids catch up.

"This was quite an eventful year and due to numerous events being cancelled I have decided to award the winner of the House Cup in an equally unorthodox manner."

Ah raise m6 eyebrow at that. What's he able to award points for if just about everythin got cancelled?

"But first, I believe we should review the current tallies. In 4th place with 324 points is Hufflepuff."

Ah feel bad about Hufflepuff bein in 4th. Not bein able to win a Quidditch game before it got cancelled really hurt them.

"In 3rd place with 387 points is Slytherin."

Ah look over at their table and Jodie looks annoyed. Ah think it's because he thinks Gryffindor cheated so we'll win again.

"In 2nd place with 435 points is Gryffindor."

Ah think everyone's shocked that we ain't in 1st. Probably bcause everyone thought Dumbledore would've already gave me an Jacklin points. Jacklin's dad bein a teacher didn't help since they thought he'd just give Jacklin so many points just for existin. But Ah'm glad he showed he can be fair.

"Finally in 1st place with 489 points is Ravenclaw."

Surprisingly everyone claps at least a little for them. Ah guess that means we don't really have a big rivalry with them. Then again it does make sense since Ah remember Ravenclaw kids would answer a lot of questions for points. Jacklin bein gone in our classes let them get more chances.

"Now because all exams have been cancelled, I can not award points for the best students in each class. However, I would like to award points to the students who have graciously volunteered to help our professors solve this mystery and find a cure to those who have been petrified."

Slytherin starts mutterin because they think they know Dumbledore'll give me like a million points for killin the monster. Vince especially's lookin at me like he hates me. Ah almost don't even don't even want the points so we win. Ah mean it'd be nice to win again but Ah don't want it like this if other kids think it ain't fair.

"As you all know, this student performed a great service to the school by personally slaying the Basilisk and saving his sister. Therefore, I would like to award 50 points to Mr. Toby Kwimper."

Gryffindor cheers and Ah'm amazed Ah only got 50 points when Jacklin got 100 points last year for fightin Quirrell. Ah mean sure she did a lot just to not die after settin the whole room on fire, but so did Ah. Ah would've died from the Basilisk venom if Fawkes didn't cry on my arm.

"Of course, if it were not for one student who was committed to finding the monster, Mr. Kwimper would have never been able to defeat it. Therefore, I would like to award 50 points to Miss Jacklin Gryffindor."

Ah clap because Ah knew she'd get points. At least we got an equal number this year since he's right that Ah wouldn't have been able to kill it if Jacklin didn't have the paper.

"Moving onto finding a cure, this student had spent more time to finding one than their own studies. Had it not been for this student, it is likely that these victims would have remained petrified for a significantly longer amount of time. Therefore, I would to award 100 points to Mr. Scott Heyward."

Everyone's shocked that Scott got more points than Gryffindor since they all thought Dumbledore liked our House better. Still everyone claps because Scott did somethin that was very important. Like sure Ah killed the Baslik but it wouldn't mean anythin if everyone was still petrified. Killin it clearly didn't turn them back. He still should get a medal of some kind though.

"Finally, I would like to acknowledge that no good deed shall go unrewarded no matter how small it may seem. While these previous students have performed great acts of loyalty, wisdom and bravery, it was because of one student making one small gesture that made it all possible. Therefore, for showing a level of respect to their fellow students in the face of the inter-House rivalry by ensuring their hard work was put to good use, I would like to award 10 points to Mr. Jodie Tatum."

Some of Jodie's friends cheer and pat them on the back. He looks shocked and Ah realize exactly what Dumbledore meant when he said that earlier. Jodie doin that one thing caused a whole bunch of stuff to happen that ended up savin everyone. And he only got 10 points for it.

"I believe if my math is correct, Ravenclaw remains in 1st place with 589 points!"

Ravenclaw cheers that they won somethin. Hufflepuff's still bummed about not gettin any points but Ah think they're glad it was a bit more fair. Ah look up and see Jodie lookin at me before he looks away. Ah think we're fair and square now because Ah could've swore he looked happy. And that's all that matters to me.

Time Skip

After takin my time to pack Ah bring all my stuff downstairs.

"Did you get everything, Toby?"

"Yeah. Ah had to make sure Trevor's tank wouldn't fall over when Ah stacked 'em up."

"Alright then. I can't believe we're already done with our Second year. It feels like it all went by so fast."

Ah walk with Jacklin down to the carriages and realize exactly why it felt fast for her.

"Well ya were petrified. Ah don't even wanna know what it was like for Tim. He was petrified since November and didn't get better till May. That's like 6 whole months that he missed."

"That's true. Pacer was petrified not long after Christmas but for me I wasn't petrified that long at all."

"Oh yeah ya didn't miss much class stuff compared to Tim. Ah felt bad for Holly tryna help him catch up."

As soon as we get outside Ah stop to adjust my cart.

"Are you alright, Toby?"

"Yeah Ah'll be fine. Go on ahead cause this shouldn't take long."

"Very well then. I'll try to save you a seat."

Jacklin goes ahead as Ah fix everythin when Ah hear someone callin my name.

"Oi, Kwimper."

Ah turn and get scared seein Jodie comin up to me.

"How'd Dumbledore know bout me telling you bout that paper?"

"Ah told 'em. He wanted to know who Ah thought helped solve the mystery. So Ah told 'em that if ya didn't tell me bout the paper Jacklin had, Ah never would've went to Scott askin bout it and mention the Mandrakes to him. Ah think since that paper had a lotta information, you tellin me bout it's the reason why everything was fixed. You oughta at least get some credit for doin that."

He looks at me and for some reason he shakes his head.

"Fine."

He then makes his way to the carriages again. Ah try catchin up with my friends and Holly and get in the carriage.

"Jacklin do ya think whatever rivalry we got with Slytherin's gettin better?"

"I would say so. Not necessarily for everyone but I think with some individuals, tensions are easing."

"Ok cause when Jodie got the 10 points for tellin me bout the paper Ah saw 'em lookin at me. Then he noticed that Ah noticed and looked away. He looked.. happy that he got noticed for somethin good. And today when Ah stopped to fix my cart, he asked me why Ah told Dumbledore. When Ah did, he just said fine and walked away. Did Ah say somethin wrong?"

Jacklin thinks for a second.

"No you didn't. I highly believe that Jodie felt so hurt by the inter-House rivalry that a Gryffindor giving him credit for something he did seemed so unheard of."

"That's sad. He shouldn't have had to feel bad just cause he's in Slytherin."

Ah realize that Ah ended up playin a part in that. Ah didn't want to believe Jacklin when she said Jodie didn't hurt her. Ah always thought he'd do somethin bad. Then it turned out Jacklin's dad was payin him to keep Jacklin safe. Ah kinda feel bad now. For once my gut feelin was wrong.

"Why'd yer dad wanna pay someone ta watch ya?"

"Well it's because after our incident with Professor Quirrell, father was a little less than pleased. When I wrote him letters asking about the Heir of Slytherin, he would send replies telling me not to look into it. He said it was too dangerous to be looking into the matter and to leave it to Headmaster Dumbledore."

"He was right though. If Ah didn't have that instinct to tell Pop to buy a mirror for Christmas... ya would've died."

Ah shudder just thinkin about it.

"No matter now, Toby. Everything went back to normal."

"Except Lockhart."

"Yes we'll likely never know with certainty that he willingly gave Holly that diary. Given his condition, he'll probably spend the rest of his days at St. Mungo's."

Ah sigh and look out the window.

"Hold on now. How come yer dad ain't comin with us?"

"Father I believe still has business with Headmaster Dumbledore. He told me my mother will pick me up at the train station. Your Pop actually invited us to your house."

"Wow. Pop never told me that."

Holly pipes in and starts talkin o Jacklin. Ah look over at Pacer.

"Who was yer friend at the Hospital Wing?"

"Oh. Dat vas my friend Deacon. Everyone in Huvlepuv calls him Deke for short dough."

"He ain't from India like you is he?"

"No. He vas born in New Zealand but vas adopted by British parents. Both of them are human but do not care that he is a vizard."

Knowing what Holly went through, Ah'm glad Deke's got lovin parents. Then Ah remember what Pacer was sayin about his momma's side of the family.

"So ya said that yer momma's family's been havin trouble in India. Did any a that get better?"

"Yes. Ve are currently trying to get everyting dey need so dey can move to Leicester."

Ah try to imagine Pacer's family comin here and havin all kinds a good food for their Hindu holidays.

"Ah sure hope they get here safely Pacer."

"Tank you, Toby."

"Do ya think one day we can meet at yer house when it's all takin care of? Pop's got a workin fireplace now."

"Of course you can, Toby. Dis von't happen for another year or so. You can send me an owl vhen you're ready."

Holly looks back at me.

"Where are we goin Toby?"

"Oh Pacer said we can go to his house durin the summer. Ya wouldn't mind do ya Jacklin?"

"Of course not, Toby. If anything I might be unable to go on special trips after what happened. Father might insist I rest during our holiday."

"Alright then."

Once we get to the train Ah start to wonder about Jodie again. His accent don't remind me of an Irish one. Then there's the word "pikey". Jacklin said he seemed to be real mad about it. But Ah guess it don't matter now. Jodie ain't mad at me or Jacklin anymore and Ah don't have anythin to worry about. Maybe Jacklin's momma can make us moussaka when we get home. Yeah. Moussaka sounds just right for a day like today.

THE END!

An: Thank you all for following me through book 2. I will let you know when book 3 will be ready. In the meantime if you have any ideas or comments about what I put out so far let me know in the comments.

Tagging: @arrolyn1114, @bioshockpunch, @xanatenshi, @briefpandatimemachine, @hooked-on-elvis,

@vintagepresley, @aliengoth3, @smokeymountainboy, @bigdaddyelvislover, @mercsandmonsters,

@pledgingmylovee, @presleysgirl6, and @elvispresley4life.

#toby and the veela #the chamber of secrets #book 2 is done #hp au jodie tatum #holly jones #hp au pacer burton #hp au scott heyward #jacklin the veela princess

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hi! uh just a warning this is fairly nsfw but i don't really know where else i can vent abt this so sorry 😅 you were just kind of the first person who came to mind for telling this bc i don't rlly wanna talk to my friends or whoever about this. anwyays. all nsfw from now on! slight mention of sa btw (sorry!)

so! today i tried to get myself off for the first time in ever, i'm pretty sure. i probably tried to like, search around in that region when i was little? because i was curious as to what's down there but not sure of the language to actually google it, but i don't think that that counts. anyway! i'm just like. ok so i tried two times today technically: in and right after i got out of the shower (maybe like 6pm est? also counting those as the same time because there was a very much negligible gap between them) and about an hour and five-ten minutes ago, bc no one was home other than me and my dog.

first time: i did NAUGHT know what i was doing, anatomy wise. specifically, according the planned parenthood diagram i looked at right right after getting out of the shower (part of the negligible gap), i was going for the urethra. oops. but thanks to the mighty power of planned parenthood, i figured it out! i tried for a little bit, just experimenting, and i'm pretty sure i was getting the hang of it! at least until i had to take my dog out bc he needed to go out. but after that, i was like, THRUMMING with excitement, because well, i was excited! after i got out of the shower, i was playing 'summer' by circadian clock and baethoven, btw. not rlly relevant, just what i had playing before i went to shower, i just felt like mentioning that.

second time: i get everything rlly prepared. i put on agora hills (the doja cat song) to try and set the mood. i lie down, and i try (now with the knowledge of where the clit is), and i STILL can't do it. not even after like, 45 minutes!!!! which is honestly just ridiculous. i get myself wet a couple times, which is nice, because it means that i'm not completely fucking up (how that's the first swear word in this i have no idea but 🤷‍♂️ we move), but it's still annoying because i kept on drying up after a certain point!!! which is just soooo annoying and i'm just. it didn't WORK is my problem. like, i tried to use spit to get it going a little, but that barely worked bc i kept on having to do it, and again, I KEPT ON LOSING THE FRICKING CLIT!!!!! is it the curse of being a boy (tboy for clarification) that's making this not work?? when i ended up a boy in a girl's body, did god just say "oh well i'll just make it impossible for you to find the clit so you can have at least one part of the boy experience" ?!?!?!?!?!! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!!!!! this might also be my punishment for not paying attention to sex ed, but in my defense i was shown porn in fourth grade because my ex bff's older sister forgot to clear her browsing history and i immediately became SUPER sex repulsed (having to lie about it to my parents, the weird shame that came with it being interesting, religion, and the fact that i'm pretty sure it was one of those stepsis/stepbro things where the guy was basically assaulting the girl did NOT help imo) and decided i would never do any of that stuff ever and thus did not need sex ed so. well that's besides the point! i think i'm just mad that i can't even get myself off. i'll admit the music kind of helped, but not really all that much, and i wasn't sure what to do with anything, and i DID try to imagine stuff but nothing actually WORKED which was really annoying and yeah. rant over. thanks!!1

hello nonnie! well first off, strange as it may sound, i'm touched that you thought of me to rant to about this bc i always hope i make people feel safe to talk about things 💜 secondly, anything i say is just my personal insights, bc i have no medical training and am def not qualified to teach sex ed :p going through everything you said, it may be a combination of things? firstly, it's great that you found some music that was helping! but if i may ask, were you trying to make everything perfect to the extent that you built up masturbating into this big thing in your head and that stressed you out about it? cuz stress and anxiety can make it hard to orgasm. if so, it's okay to be excited about trying! but maybe give yourself just a bit of a cooling off period and try to relax about giving it another try and come to just see it as a fun new thing c: masturbation can be as much about learning your body and what it and you like as it is about reaching the finish line secondly, do you happen to be neurodivergent, especially if you have adhd? i personally have a really hard time achieving orgasm (like. my husband and our [female] fwb were laughing about 'punching in for their shift' when we had a threesome bc she cums really easily, meanwhile they're like taking turns as their arms got tired trying to get me there once lol) for a variety of reasons, but one of those is in fact that i have a hard time focusing due to adhd. it's not bc i'm not enjoying myself or anything like that, but just like in all other situations in life my mind just drifts, so i've learned to kind of guide myself back and make sure i'm in the moment as a side-note to that, do you have chronic pain? often those of us who do are constantly cataloging what hurts, how badly, and why, and that can be super distracting. d'you know how many orgasms have been killed for me by my hip or calf or thigh or ass cheek or neck cramping oml x_x; so if you have chronic pain, wait for your body to be in a place where it can take some tensing muscles and you don't have to focus so hard on that

as for the anatomy, i'm glad planned parenthood once again came to the rescue! there are a lot of people who didn't get the education they deserved on their own anatomy, so that's nothing to be ashamed of <3 i used to just rub at the lips and be like 'c'monnn, do something' lol. as for losing your clit, belieeeeve me i understand. clits come in all different sizes and also swell as you get more turned on, plus if you start getting really wet that thing is like a little slip 'n' slide. one thing i found that helped was getting a hitachi wand-style vibrator, cuz the vibrating head is big, so good fuckin' luck ducking out from under that thing, clit. but also, gauge your own sensitivity bc those wands are usually pretty powerful and can be overwhelming to some people, especially when you're new to masturbating. you can start smaller, too. there are any number of sites to buy sex toys from, but the one i personally use is adam & eve (https://www.adameve.com/). try poking around on there if you like and getting a feel for what clitoral vibrators are available and what you think might work for you, if that's of interest ^^ i would definitely recommend not trying in or right after you get out of the shower - i know shower sex gets shown in movies and porn a lot, but having tried it? in practice it actually tends to dry a vagina out bc it washes away our natural lube. and also! lube! lube is your friend. even if you're not doing anything penetrative, a little dollop on the clit goes a long way to making anything you're doing feel way better. water-based lube (which a lot of lubricants are) is usually better than oil-based, and remember to never use oil-based lube with a sex toy bc it wears down the surface of the toy. as for the trauma when you were young, i'm so sorry you had to experience that :c i understand religious sexual oppression and the lingering effects it can have, as well as sexual trauma, believe me. it's possible that that's also contributing to why you couldn't orgasm, but that's also nothing to be ashamed of. it's okay to react to things, especially when you're a kid and you don't even really understand what you're experiencing. also, and you certainly don't need to tell me if you're not comfortable, but being trans, do you have any dysphoria regarding your genitals? i've known trans people across the spectrum with this, from being able to masturbate without any problem to being unable to clean up in the restroom without it affecting them mentally, and it's all valid. if you do, that of course can also affect how much you enjoy masturbating.

as for having a hard time picturing things, ooooh my god i get it. i have aphantasia, so i have a hard time picturing anything in my head, and i'm also an auralist so i'm more turned on by sound than sight, anyway. if you're unable to or uncomfortable with watching porn, you could try audio porn if it would appeal to you? there are people who just either improv or read prepared scripts, and it's only audio. you can find any number of kinks, accents, gender pairings, etc. my go-to for it is actually a subreddit called gone wild audio. all in all i'd say, wait until you know you'll have a decent amount of time to yourself so you don't have to worry about someone walking in. take the pup for a walk first if they're anywhere near due for one (and please give them a pat for me!) and just try to relax and see it as enjoyable, not something that you have to figure out or be perfect at right away. it's easier to orgasm the more you're enoying yourself, and trying to race to the finish line ends up being stressful. get some lube (i swear by astroglide, but it can be pricey and there are perfectly good cheaper options!) and, if you're able and want to, some kind of vibrator and see what that does for you, then go from there and build on your knowledge of what you enjoy (: good luck! you're always welcome to send another ask or message me if you like 💜

#ask #answered #long post

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lovergirlnat · 1 year ago

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Lets eat something ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

Nick x bsf reader Chris x gf reader

Summary: Nick and Y/N are going out

Y/N and Nick had a bond that was unique and irreplaceable. They had met during kindergarten and had been inseparable ever since. Nick, with his exuberant personality and knack for making everyone around him laugh, had become an essential part of Y/N’s life. He was her confidant, her shoulder to cry on, and her partner in countless adventures.

One sunny Saturday afternoon, Y/N and Nick decided to go out for lunch at their favorite bistro downtown. The bistro was a cozy little spot with outdoor seating, shaded by large, leafy trees. They chose a table near the edge of the patio, where they could people-watch and enjoy the fresh air. “So, how’s the baby treating you today?” Nick asked, his eyes twinkling with genuine curiosity as they sat down. Y/N smiled, placing a hand on her growing belly. “She’s been kicking up a storm. I think she’s going to be a soccer player.” Nick chuckled. “Well, she’ll definitely be the coolest kid around with you and Chris as parents. And don’t forget the fabulous Uncles Nick and Matt.” “Of course! She’s going to adore you,” Y/N said, laughing. “You’ll be the one spoiling her rotten.”

As they enjoyed their meal, they talked about everything from baby names to Nick’s latest dating escapades. Nick had a way of turning even the most mundane stories into hilarious anecdotes, leaving Y/N in stitches. “You should have seen his face when I told him I had a cat named Beyoncé,” Nick recounted, causing Y/N to nearly choke on her drink. "Why would you say that",

After lunch, they decided to take a leisurely walk back home, savoring the beautiful weather. The streets were bustling with activity, and the air was filled with the sounds of laughter and conversation.

“You know, Chris is probably going to be super jealous I got to steal you away for the afternoon,” Nick said, grinning mischievously. Y/N laughed. “Oh, I’m sure he’ll survive. He’s been glued to his video games all morning anyway.” When they arrived home, Nick opened the door for Y/N, making a grand gesture of it. “After you, my lady.” Y/N curtsied playfully before stepping inside. “Why, thank you, kind sir.” They were immediately greeted by Chris, who had clearly been waiting for their return. His face lit up when he saw Y/N, and he quickly crossed the room to wrap his arms around her. “There you are! I’ve been waiting for you all day,” Chris exclaimed, planting a kiss on her forehead. Nick rolled his eyes, though his grin showed he was amused. “Oh, don’t be such a baby, Chris. We were just out for lunch.” Chris shot his brother a mock glare before turning his attention back to Y/N. “I missed you,” he said, pouting slightly. Y/N laughed, giving him a quick kiss. “I missed you too, Chris.” Nick snickered. “Alright, you two lovebirds. I’m going to head up to my room. Call me if you need me.” As Nick headed upstairs, Y/N turned to Chris, who was still holding her close. “You know, you’re cute when you’re jealous.” Chris sighed dramatically. “I can’t help it. I just want to spend every moment with you.” She smiled, resting her head against his chest. “Well, I’m all yours now.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon together, talking about their future and the little girl they were so excited to meet. Later, Nick and Matt joined them in the living room, bringing their usual humor and energy. The four of them spent the evening playing board games and sharing stories, the room filled with laughter and love. It was moments like these that reminded Y/N of how lucky she was. She had a wonderful boyfriend who adored her and her best friends who brought joy and laughter into her life. Together, they formed a quirky, loving family that would only grow stronger with time.

Sorry guy i totally forgot about this story. i was really busy the couple last days but I still hope you like it!

Requests are open!

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@sassysturniolo2008

#nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut

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koi-nonymous · 1 year ago

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here, the dungeon lord stands....

in the process of being rewritten, take my words here with a grain of salt

,🐈

hi! welcome to my rant-y blog. i dont have any preferred pronouns nor a solid alias to be referred to, so make up your own based on how you view me and see what sticks! if you want any pointers though... - loleris. im referred to this a lot by older friends even tho the name is outdated - incarnate, patches, or thistle. referenced from this blog and my main blog @cataclysm-incarnate - eristle. a relatively recent nickname that a friend made on the spot which i adored bc of how it merged two of my most fav nicknames!! - inspironing. its my ign (in-game name) in a lot of places

fandoms im into: - dungeon meshi / delicious in dungeon - omega strikers - and a couple more smaller things that youll have to find on your own terms! (honorable mentions: marionetta, katana zero, potionomics, last command)

“PROJECT MOON” IS NOT, AND WILL NOT, BE ON THIS LIST. A SMALL NICHE OF LOBCORP’S COMMUNITY IS THE ONLY PM-RELATED FANDOM THAT I WILL ENGAGE WITH AND THATS IT. THANK YOU KINDLY FOR UNDERSTANDING.

im a very insecure person who runs away a lot! please dont take any time i take away from you or any associated group of people personally, my flight instinct tends to lean in the direction of "get away and stay quiet/lay low" to gather my thoughts - this isnt to say i WANT you to constantly in careful treading each time im around. im a flawed person and i've come to terms with that, so i'd hate not to be able to learn ways to "undo" those flaws from other people, even if a little

im also a. uh. somewhat judgmental person. i was BORN thistle-coded... but to be real i try and hide my judgment as best i can nowadays. it'll be bottled up as best it can and im on an active journey to try and subvert my aforementioned judgment! just... dont force me into situations/conversations that i already show disdain to bc it makes this hard

also. i love cats! i dont own one, but i love cats and will frequently catpost!

small q&a bc idk what else to put

1. why do you not bother for a concrete personal pronouns and an alias? - two things; i've both grown to be unbothered by people mischaracterizing me and me not spending a lot of time to invest into either! i have some semblance of my own identity in mind, but its used only for humor's sake as comparison to other peoples' perception of me HAH

2. what's with the old aliases? why mention them at all? - i've grown attached! i cant get over any of my old aliases that i gave just the tiniest portion of purpose, even for a little bit. plus, its something for people to fall back on if they wanna get back to talking to me like normal instead of referring to me like. idk, thistle or smth as a joke (please do this btw, itd honestly make my day)

3. why do you know [abc], but not [xyz]? - once again, i dont invest enough time to know things. im unaware of, surprisingly, a lot of things, so if youre looking to ask me something along the lines with an everyday-something like preworkout or cologne is... well, im not your guy - if a note i made of myself helps, i describe myself as someone completely detached from the real world

4. why do you talk a lot? - i just have a lot to say! also, because i picked up that being extra-omega-clear helps convey your intentions and reasoning, which is especially useful when talking to people with bpd...?? which i picked it up from in the form of a post about this specifically?? - whatever the case is, i just have a lot to say. bookends.

5. why did you ghost me on [xyz]? - now, contrary to question #4, i DONT have a lot to say on topics im unfamiliar or otherwise uncomfortable with answering. if i ghosted you, it's either because of those two reasons OR i forgot - this happens a lot. like, a LOT lot and im guilty of it, so please bear with it. im not trying to be mean nor take anything personally when i do it, i promise

6. why are your tags like that? - im anxious! again! i purposefully skirted around actual searched tags to make my own obscure tags that no one in any of the nine circles of hell would dare look up! but if its the story behind them you want... - "#cataclysmic ranting" and "#random reblog" are both tags ported over from my main blog! im keeping them there for legacy purposes (and to make things easier on my end) - "#oc discussion" is a bit of a stretch because i think this'll flood out my blog from the other people posting in it. otherwise, i use it to discuss my own ocs, as it says on the tin! - more to come...

7. why "patches-of-thistle"? - it's a project moon/mili reference! specifically of the song, "through patches of violet". i replaced violet with thistle because thistle had been given his name by king delgal because of his eye color (purple) - small, unneeded info, but this post helped me praise the name as "thistle" to almost religious levels

and that's a wrap! sorry that you have to digest a lot to know me if you dont already do, but hey! i need people to know what theyre getting into first hahah

expect this to be edited! maybe i'll include a masterpost of the many soon-to-be threads on this blog somewhere within these blocks of text - trust me, i'll be sure to deliver on the "rant-y" part of my description of it 🥰🥰

#cataclysmic ranting

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jakesona · 6 months ago

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(part 2)

Day 4:

We did a tonn this day. Cat cafe! My first time, it was pretty cute :3 Making empanadas with my friends! Also my first time, but it was a recipe from my culture I always wanted to learn how to make myself so it meant a lot to me that my friends could help me out.

We also went to a drag show at night!! I love drag shows. I'm confident the drag scene in charleston will keep growing in the future. I forgot to take photos but i wore my cropped sanrio tank top and did a lot of silly dancing.

Day 5:

Cyprus gardens was so awesome!! Idrgaf that the notebook was filmed here but it was really pretty and I didn't expect them to have so many animals under their care.

However!!!! None of that matters compared to the amazing geocaching scavenger hunts at the park! I had SO much fun doing them. When we found the key, I got to draw my sona in a notepad and we found out a couple of geocachers got engaged while doing it. Such a great reward :3

At night, I forced my friend to play Mario Party with me because thats my favorite thing in the world. Then I got wasted and.................. (Sorry friend)

Day 6:

Anyways! First half of the day we did some more of what we've been doing. Shopping, gymming, eating good foods. I explored a pier and ate a nice chili dog :3 But the end of 2024 was fast approaching and the real star of the show was a furry new years house party!! I met a ton of new people and somehow ended up in the background of a viral tweet of a furry using a rocket launcher. Huh?

I asked people to draw on my arms (I wore a slutty tank top) and counted down the new year with a bunch of fellas in fursuits <3. There were a ton of cool people there!! As well as a couple more... interesting ones. I'd literally rather die than start furry internet drama though so I'm going to pretend I was blackout drunk too and erase it from my memory. If you were there and you're reading this im excited to see you again at FWA and dont even dare asking me who did questionable stuff :3 !

Day 7:

The day I left :( But I got to go to my favorite place again: The beach!! We walked around and enjoyed the breeze and most importantly..... birdwatched!! I haven't mentioned it until now, but I got super into birdwatching this trip! My friend's into it, so part of my gift for him was a birdwatching book. I suggested we birdwatch together on the trip and we did it the whole time, but this last day at the beach was DEFINITELY the grand finale! There were soooo many incredible birds! I ended up liking birdwatching so much I bought a second copy of the birdwatching book to keep for myself. Its gonna be a lot less fun/easy to birdwatch in the forest though :p I also took a pic of my belly cuz i like my belly. Fuck you. (You probably didn't say anything)

And then I had to leave. I gave my friend several awkward long hugs and then made the drive back. I actually got pulled over on the way home because one (multiple....) of my headlights were out. Sorry mom. But I didn't get a ticket and I made it back in one piece anyways!!

Thank you so much for inviting me to your home and letting me be my complete true self, even with the messy parts. love you bro 🫶.

Travel Diary ATL->CHS (part one)

i went to charleston to see my oomf :3

this will be a long post

Day 1:

The first day, me and my friend went to a Christmas lights festival. The lights were really similar to the lights festival where I'm from, but I had a lot of fun walking around and talking to my friend that I hadn't seen in such a long time. The not chocolate and roasted marshmallows were tasty too. We took a funny photo with a reindeer too :3

We also exchanged Christmas gifts! I love it so much I already hung up the drawing he made of my sona in my room back in Georgia. I still don't like guns though.

Day 2:

Today we went to the gym and shopping! I love working out with my friend and convincing him to take progress pics because >:3 Then at the mall we went to the anime store and i bought pokemon cards (ive been obsessed with TCGP) and played DDR (with just a mat because thats all South Carolina has to offer in the fhythm game department). We also ate chilis. I love chilis.

Day 3:

We explores Downtown Charleston. I took some neat panorama photos of downtown :3

We ate good today too. Oysters (Theyre good but not as good as crab/squid) and boba at a really nice boba shop filled with sticky notes filled with nerdy drawings. That kinda thing brings me joy. And to top things off at night I got to play irl pokemon cards for the first time with his stash!

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okay imagine like with svt (either ot13 or minghao jihoon and seungkwan pls) you’re studying for some test in eng / a language other than korean and you go to them with like the tiniest handwriting, tons of notes, all on one page all proud and theyre just like “…now wtf does this say bro” love u axie (if i can call u that) take a rest and i love u sooo so much! u can dm me if my req is a little confusing <33

speaking your native language in their presence ♡

a/n. the way i RAN to write this!! it took a moment ngl but phew, i’m done!! thank you for requesting, hopefully you like it roxie!!! and ofc you can call me axie, it makes my heart melt ngl <3

also i had a race with time to finish it before you go on a hiatus i was STRESSING LMAO but i made it 😌

warnings. cursing >:T

oh and for anyone interested i also have enha && skz && bts versions of this!!

┆彡 SEUNGCHEOL [ 승철 ]

mans so used to talking w you in korean that he kind of??? forgot??

so once you were talking with your mom over the phone and his mouth went ajar

like that man was ready to call the exorcist

and then it clicked and he was like oh ☺️

after the shock went away he swore he fell in love over n over again

loves hearing you talk in your native tongue :(

he’s so entertained by it too, like i swear he’s like a kid (affectionate)

you were laying in seungcheol’s arms, head nuzzled into his neck. his big arms held you tightly and he softly drew shapes onto your skin.

“and… seventeen?” his question made you smile. you translated how the number sounds in your native language.

and cheol started giggling.

“sev…enteen… it’s so.. rustly” he chuckled, attempting to say it “oh! what about our songs?”

“well… hot would be hot” you barely finished and seungcheol was giggling like a teenager. it was so contagious that you couldn’t help but start laughing too. but then he attempted to say it and failed horribly, causing a full on hysteric laughter from both of you.

maybe it was the late hour or his failed attempts. whatever it was, it felt so heartwarming.

he will learn with your help a couple of basic phrases!!

due to his busy schedule he can’t study on his own but once he has some free time he’s doing those duolingo lessons LIKE A FREAK

oh and also

if he’s pouting bc he’s in a bad mood, all it takes is a kiss and a nickname thrown at him in your native language ^_^

┆彡 JEONGHAN [ 정한 ]

he’s like a cat – curious but won’t let it show

shushes everyone in the room if you’re talking to your friends or parents in your native language through the phone :”)

obviously so they hear you better duh (not because he wants to listen, duh)

will learn some phrases on his own so you two can communicate (and cheat) while you’re playing games w his friends hehe

he absolutely fell in love with the kitchen of your home country like 😭😭😭

and and he absolutely adores the names of the dishes, esp when you pronounce them so effortlessly

it unlocked something in him….. sure he had a soft spot for you but now oh boy

“hannie…” you whined, tugging his sleeve.

you had a small fight, well… more of a disagreement: he wanted some ramyeon and you were craving (dish name). obviously he folded in half and knew he’s done for the second the dish name rolled off your tongue so satisfyingly.

“please? we didn’t have it in a while! we can order (dish name no2) too? pleasepleasepleaseee” you pouted. jeonghan sighed dramatically, raising his eyebrows.

“okay. but say it one more time” he grunted, a smile creeping on his face.

“you’re so weird” you mumbled amusingly in your native language and he frowned

“hey, i understood that!” jeonghan scoffed, causing you to chuckle.

he looks at you with literal hearts in his eyes whenever you speak your native language, just saying <\\3

when he’s feeling extremely soft, usually when you’re about to go to sleep cuddled n all, he’ll ask you to just whisper some random stories

it lulls him to sleep so fast

please also caress his hair he’ll melt on spot 🥹

┆彡 JOSHUA [ 조슈아 ]

he knows the struggles of feeling away from home so the second you start feeling homesick he’s there to make you feel better:”)

shua loves hearing you mutter some random words, for example when you’re counting or something

will also ask for music recommendations and he will learn some of the songs so he can sing them while playing the guitar

also he’s INVESTED

like,, shua will watch you scribble down in your mother tongue mesmerised

it’s not that fun, however, when you’re in a rush and you left him a note with a grocery list scribbled down

… and a couple of things in your native language…. messily written that even the translator doesn’t understand it…

“uhhh… y/n, darling?” joshua’s voice rung in your ears as you picked up the incoming face time call. you smiled upon seeing his cute but puzzled face.

“yes, baby? also good morning to you too” you hummed, fixing your earphones. his face lit up upon seeing you

“oh woah, you look good today. but i’m in a bit of a pickle…” he hesitated, the camera turning around. you noticed the note you left behind and your eyes widened upon realising that you wrote some of the items in (language name).

“oh” you giggled.

“oh indeed” he shook his head with a loving smile “and even the translator doesn’t–“

“it’s butter, flour and cucumbers” you explained and joshua let out a dramatic, relieved sigh

he notes down the words after such incidents so he doesn’t have to call you eveytime

and it’s safe to say that he’s build a quite big vocabulary so far

and he’s always so proud like

“hey y/n i bought the (cucumbers in your language) you wanted!” with the widest grin ever

┆彡 JUNHUI [ 文俊辉 ]

my mans woke up one day and decided to learn your language

bought books, textbooks, audiobooks, duolingo plus (or premium, however it’s called) and casually managed to learn A LOT

he just loves the way it sounds and aspires to talk so fluently like you

ofc he knows he still has a lot to learn but don’t underestimate him

and the main reason when he’s gonna use it it’s just… bothering you ^_^

“–and then he gave me flowers! yeah! he’s the sweetest!” you were gossiping with your bestie over the phone, peeking at jun calmly reading a book “ugh, i know! i know, i know, i know, shut up!”

jun just smirked, getting ready to say something.

“trust me, i’d drop on my knee right here right now if i weren’t such a chicken” you giggled and blush creeped on your cheeks when you met your boyfriend’s curious gaze

“i’d prefer to do it, to be honest, but you’re such a cutie” jun said calmly in (language name) and casually returned to his book. your mouth fell ajar as your bestie started squealing over the fact that he spoke (language name)… apparently.

jun just winked and you cleared your throat, hanging up quickly.

“what was that?!” you laughed and he just shook his head with a mischievous smile.

he’s such a gremlin >:(

so yeah, expect him to start spilling tea in your native language as an excuse to 1) spend more time w you 2) practice his skills

but as i said he’s??? like?? almost fluent??? his accent is so so adorable too <|\3

he’s so smug abt it as well

like if you ask him, he’ll pretend like he doesn’t know a thing in (language name)

but if he’s abt to bully you (affectionately) he’ll come up with the most creative nicknames known to a humankind

also, if you have siblings… he WILL gossip w them in your mother tongue too 😐

┆彡 SOONYOUNG [ 순영 ]

oh boy.

he’s so so curious to hear you say even one (1) thing in your language

but totally misses it when you actually say some words throughout the day

obviously knows one word: tiger (wow shocking?!!!)

and uses it sm 😭 he has your contact name written as my tiger but my is in korean and tiger in your native language 🥹

he calls you like that often, it’s like a new nickname for you

he may be not so invested into actually learning it but your culture tho!!! esp dancing n music… sigh <\\3

you stepped into your apartment, the weight of this tiring day on your shoulders. as you lazily took off your shoes and put the bag with groceries into the ground you realised something.

the song playing in the background was strangely similar. suddenly it clicked. it was a popular song by an artist from your country! just when you realised, the sound of shoes squeaking against the wooden floor stopped.

“are you dancing to… (song title)?” you breathed out as your boyfriend popped out from behind the corner.

“yeah! i love the vibe of the song!” he grinned and gave you a welcome kiss. after pulling away you could see the gears were turning in his head “could you translate the lyrics?”

as you made your way to the practice room, you hummed the song underneath your breath. and in this moment soonyoung’s heart skipped a beat.

since that moment it’s like a routine that you sing/hum him to sleep some songs in your native language

or just whisper some stories

he’s out like a baby fr

ALSO

a big enjoyer of the soap operas

he’ll binge them with you or alone and be actually invested in the drama

that’s how he also learned curse words ☺️☺️

┆彡 WONWOO [ 원우 ]

oh my precious nonu :((

he adores it sm when you speak your native language

when you’re shy abt it he just has to use all of his willpower to prevent himself from squealing like a teenage girl

will ask you to teach him and it’s just so so soft *screams*

you’ll be laying in bed, in his arms as you read through the textbook and explain the grammar of the sentence given

and he’ll repeat it in tiny 🥹

it’s so so wholesome

but.

you let out a sigh, the grasp on your mouse tightening. wonwoo noticed and let out a chuckle.

“what’s up?” he asked, peeking at your screen.

“the fucking skeleton won’t leave me alone” you grunted in your mother tongue, earning a gasp from him. suddenly the arrow that the minecraft skeleton shot hit you and you fell down from the tree at top of which were you hiding “fuck!”

“baby!” he laughed hysterically, his head thrown back. your eyes widened, realising the curse words

“sorry! why is this stupid block game making me emotional?! ignore me” you scoffed and he just shook his head, smiling proudly at the new knowledge he obtained.

he finds it so endearing when you swear in your native language 😭😭😭

and it’s such a bad habit, especially when you play games together, that he started doing it too???

wonwoo laughs that you’re a bad influence but secretly he loves the way the curses roll of tongue 😭😭

┆彡 JIHOON [ 지훈 ]

you could sneeze and you’re literally inspiring him to write 82837492 songs

so when he heard you talk in (language name) he was just like in another dimension

he’s smiling like an idiot fr his friends thought something was wrong but it was just you <3

uh however he kind of… never saw your handwriting in (language name)

and once you were studying for an important exam and mans had a heart attack

“hey y/nnie have you seen my…?” his voice died out in his throat upon seeing you and your notes. they were all scribbled in a tiny handwriting in some… letters he didn’t fully recognise. you had like five A4 pages of such notes.

jihoon blinked repeatedly, trying to think if he wasn’t in the sun for too long today – his eyes must be playing a trick on him.

“look! im so happy with the outcome, it looks so cute!” you grinned and turned around to see him almost hyperventilating “hoonie?”

“what–“ he frowned, pointing with his finger at one of the pages. what is going on?

“it’s in (language name), dumbass” you scoffed, everything suddenly making sense to him “it helps me understand stuff better”

“oh” he grunted, shifting his gaze to the page with little drawings “what does it say?”

“oh it’s the–“ you started explaining, throwing in some words in your mother tongue subconsciously. he just smiled and listened attentively.

lmao

regarding that, he enjoys just listening to you as you study and whisper some of the words/sentences in your mother tongue!

it really calms him down and usually puts to sleep to <\\\3

oh oh! and when you caress his hair while doing so… ah, he’s so whipped

he has tons of songs that are unreleased… and yes, you guessed correctly, with your consent he used some of your voice memos n all in the background

the songs are so cute :( he’s really proud of them too!! and it’s so sweet that it’s just… for the both of you <3

please leave in his studio some “i love you!” or “have a good day” sticky notes, preferably in (language name) or with translations?! he’ll melt :[

also another one that reaaaally likes the curse words >:T

┆彡 SEOKMIN [ 석민 ]

from the moment he met you he was always curious about your culture n native language but never pushed you to speak it n all

and gradually while dating him you started using it more and he started paying more attention

like he didn’t notice before that the funny sound you do while dropping something is actually cursing! 😀

what’s surprising, he understands a lot – maybe it’s the context or just some magical powers

but sometimes you can communicate like you say something in (language name) and he answers in korean bc he understood

and he’s so so in love with your accent and the way your face lights up when you speak it your mother of tongue

but for the love of god please – somehow – stop speaking it in your sleep, he’s gonna have a heart attack one day 🥰🥰

dokyeom stirred in his sleep, slowly waking up. he wasn’t sure why but suddenly he heard something.

it was definitely something. he sat straightly, narrowing his brows confused. what is that sound? is that a burglar? or…?

he looked over at you. no, you were sleeping peacefully. seokmin looked around the dark room, his heart speeding up. was this a nightmare? or was he just going insane?

then again. no, it must be someone saying something. something that he can’t understand.

then it clicked and he looked at you. your mouth was moving slightly, incoherent (language name) words being spoken.

he scoffed and went back to sleep, pulling you closer.

it took him so much time to get used to that but anyways 🏃‍♀️💨

and he’ll definitely make fun of you for that too (as if he didn’t have a whole ass jumpscare)

he absolutely adores ballads in (language name), it’s like his new obsession

and he tries to sing them, with the cutest accent ever :(

will occasionally twist some words but it’s okay, he’s enjoying himself 🫶

┆彡 MINGYU [ 민규 ]

this dork

he always acknowledged your native language n all but unlike dk he asks u to speak it 24/7

like, you don’t get it: he’s obsessed.

you could insult him in his face in (language name) and he’ll look at you with hearts in his eyes

he wants to learn it, he really does, but it’s just so frustrating when he fails :(

mingyu was sitting at the dinner table, his food long forgotten while he was biting at the end of the pencil. glasses sitting at the bridge of his nose, brows furrowed.

“gyu? you’re still here?” your voice snapped him back to reality, eyes widening. you rubbed your eyes.

“yeah i just don’t get it…” he whined, shoulders slumping “i understand the words but they don’t make a logical sentence in my head”

“baby…” you chuckled softly and stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your chin on his shoulder.

he grabbed his food, cold now, and slowly chewed on it as you explained everything.

“because look. this word, what does it mean?” you asked, noticing that he’s eating so you just scoffed and continued “girl, right? but this ending here added means girl’s. and this? old. but those letters here? they make it an adjective, so…?”

“older?” he asked, puppy eyes glaring at you with adoration. you nodded with encouragement and he tried again “so… the girl’s older brother had a dog?”

“yeah! good job baby! now let’s go to sleep, hm? i’m tired” you giggled and pecked his cheek. he nodded proudly.

kisses really motivate him btw >:)

he watches those yt videos of people teaching and giving tips but he loves when you give him private tutoring lessons 🫶

will often cook you some regional dishes in return

generally, he enjoys exploring your national cuisine ^_^

also would love to go to (country name) w you and take some pics…

… or propose there

so just go there w him already! 🙄

┆彡 MINGHAO [ 徐明浩 ]

shut up i want him

you’re each other’s private tour guides 😭

museum dates are such a must, and you’re just talking abt something that impacted a certain artwork (like cultural event in history or something) and he just listens genuinely interested!! and vice versa

loves when you read out loud poetry in your native language :(

started taking lessons?? like one day you woke up and he was just on a zoom call saying something like “my name is minghao” with the cutest smile ever

and you’re like?????

he’s such a fast learner 🥹 hao believes it’s because he truly wants to learn in order to communicate with you 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

but that didn’t prepare you for what was about to come next…

don’t let him near your parents. he WILL gossip with them abt you.

“does she swear a lot?” your mom’s voice reached your ears as you walked into the your apartment, grocery bags in your hands. your parents were visiting you and minghao but…

“like a sailor! no, i’m joking. of course she doesn’t. she does snore a lot, though” your boyfriend giggled and you let out a dramatic gasp.

“hao!” you whined and they both looked at you, not really caring that you’re here now.

“i guess she has that after her father” your mom chuckled and minghao noticed her tea is almost finished, so he poured some more in “oh, you’re such a gentleman”

“it would be a crime if i wasn’t in a presence of such an beautiful lady” he hummed and sent you a playful look. you just rolled your eyes and started unpacking the groceries.

“gentleman my ass” you grunted quietly.

“y/n!” your mom frowned and suddenly you heard someone standing up. in no time minghao hugged you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck

“i just told your mom you don’t swear, honey” he murmured in korean

“well, ass is not a swear word” you pouted. minghao chuckled and helped you unpack the bag.

“you’re right, it’s a part of human body but i am surely more than that” your boyfriend teased and you just nudged his arm, rolling your eyes once again.

i feel like it might take a while but he’ll actually manage to be fluent?

so when you sadly forget a bit of (language name) due to mostly using korean and make a mistake, it’s almost like that mingyu-joshua moment

and hao is the one correcting you 😭

and your just like?? excuse me?? it was just a mispronunciation🙄☝️

but he doesn’t let it go and teases you >:(

┆彡 SEUNGKWAN [ 승관 ]

he straight up asked you one day to teach him some (language name) bc he thought it sounded cute <|3

and you’re like 🥹 yeah 🥹

but uh, he’s not a very patient student and gives up quickly 😭😭

but it’s okay!! he tried n also has a busy schedule so it’s understandable

nevertheless, he still adores when you speak your mother tongue

esp when you call him nicknames sigh

however our lovely boo kind of forgot how the written letters vary from spoken words

“what are you doing?” seugkwan hummed intrigued upon seeing you scribble something on paper. you looked up and met his soft gaze.

“oh, this? this is a crossword! korean ones are still too difficult for me so my friend sent me a couple of those in (language name)” you explained and tapped the paper with the tip of your pencil. he frowned, looking at the letters in brackets

“what the fuck” kwan grunted confused. not only he didn’t recognise some of the letters but it was also the fact that they were going vertically. you scoffed and let out a sudden gasp, filling in a new word. seungkwan watched you amused, how swiftly you wrote down the letters on paper “what is it?”

“it’s umm, a historical reference. a surname of one guy, you know” you hummed. seungkwan sat down next to you and watched you fill the crossword, occasionally translating the questions and words you put in while you explained what they meant and why were they the answer.

in no time this turned into a couple activity: sometimes like this, sometimes he did a korean one and you watched, sometimes you solved them at the same time - him in korean, you in your mother tongue

he learned a lot of words thanks to this

and he has the cutest accent ever like i swear 🥹

seungkwan loves watching soap operas too like he lives for the drama

often repeats (shouts) what the characters are shouting too LMAO

so you’re chilling and suddenly you hear “get out of my house! now!” with his accent

also watches movies n animations in (language name) to learn some new words

he knows all the disney songs in (language) and majority of them he knows by a heart <\3

so you just sometimes blast let it go or under the sea in (language name) and sing along >_<

┆彡 VERNON [ 버논 ]

this menace

he’s so chill about it

secretly loves when you accidentally sneak some words in your language it’s just so adorable

or when you forget a word and try to describe it… n then you give up and say it in (language name) just to see him smile <\\\\3

he decided that he’ll learn some random words??? like for example he just likes how umbrella sounds in (language name) so he just?? learned how to spell and say it

and uses it in random moments too like he’s so goofy <\3

you were casually chatting with his members, a raging discussion about whether mint chocolate ice cream is such a controversial topic in your country as well.

“i wouldn’t say so? people don’t… really care? a lot of people i know like it, actually! a bigger dispute would rather be some casual stuff like, do you sleep in socks or not… or which goes first: cereal or milk” you explained, looking at vernon. you could almost hear gears turning in his head, knowing what’s about to come

“toothpick” he said in (language name) suddenly, causing everyone to look at him confused. you started laughing at how serious he was when he said it; he started laughing too, it was simply contagious.

his friends looked at you completely flabbergasted, not sure what happened.

“i think they officially lost it” minghao mumbled, a smile creeping on his lips as you and vernon laughed like maniacs.

he always finds the most unfunny memes funny, like it could be even a meme from 2015 and he’d laugh

sends them to you too

and surprisingly?? he’s on track with the newest memes in your country like??

will know the most basic phrases too but sometimes mixes them

do you hand him a piece of orange bc he asked you to and then he goes “goodbye”

and you’re like?? 😭

but he tried okay?!

┆彡 CHAN [ 찬 ]

chan is super hyped about hearing you talk in (language name), it just amazes him how easily you switch between languages

but he never asked u to speak to him bc he didn’t want to feel you pressured or something

but whenever at home you just forget a word he loves when you say it in (language name) even if he doesn’t understand shit

or when you’re just so excited and into a convo and you don’t notice that you sneaked a few foreign words :”)

he always repeats them after you quietly ^_^

one day though, he’s just feeling soft and tired and his brain shut off

“y/n… can you say something in (language name)?” chan whispered suddenly, forcing his eyes to open and peek at you. you hummed, pushing some stray strands of hair that fell onto his forehead. laying on your sides but facing each other, chan noticed how your cheeks flushed pink.

“well… you’re not going to understand me anyways but… i love you. so, so much. i’m so grateful to have you in my life, you make me feel at ease. i can’t imagine my life without you…” you hummed and he noticed how your voice broke when you started the next sentence “and it hurts me to see when you put too much pressure on yourself, baby. you think you’re not good enough but to me, your members and your fans… and literally everyone else, you are. you so are, channie…”

he panicked once you teared up, fully awake. chan pulled you closer, calming you down

“i’m sorry” he mumbled, heart breaking at the sound of your sobs. you just scoffed, shaking your head

“don’t apologise, i just love you so much” you mumbled into his shirt and he swore he was about to melt.

i feel like deep down he knew what you meant <\3

anyways,,

if he hears about one (1) event even slightly connected with (country name) he’ll drag you there so you can feel at home for a moment (as if he’s not your home) and also translate some stuff for him

absolutely loves when you call him nicknames in your mother tongue, like

you could call him the goofiest and cheesiest nickname and he’s squealing like a teenage girl

but then he calls you the same or finds some new nicknames on the internet

sometimes to make you laugh or confuse he’ll put a sentence or a question to google translate and it’ll just… translate it so bad

“what do you mean ‘where’s the broccoli dog??’” you frown and he just laughs his ass off bc 1) it mistranslated OR 2) he purposely put some silly stuff to make you puzzled

[ masterlist <3 ]

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gerec · 2 years ago

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Hey! I hope you're doing well. I was wondering if you know any fics where the First Class kids + Charles and Erik are just having adventures and stuff. Or any fic where Erik and Charles are being a fun couple. Thank you!

Oh boy Anon so sorry for the delay with this one! I had this in my drafts folder and forgot about it for a week eek!!! Anyway, here's a list of canon compliant fics I hope you enjoy :D

and now you will not be alone any more by pocky_slash

Erik gives driving, sewing, and cooking lessons, soothes nightmares, bolsters self-esteem, and still can't figure out why Charles keeps smiling at him like that.

In Plain Sight by arcapelago (arcanewinter)

A story where Charles and Erik have basically been together from the first time they met. The whole fate, wow we found each other thing. Now I would like the others not to know and try to bring the two 'oblivious' guys together.

Date Night by smilebackwards

Erik thinks he would be more touched at the children's obvious investment in his and Charles' relationship if it didn't imply such a lack of confidence in his abilities.

Idiot Control Now by cygnaut

Hank screws something up in the lab and everyone's powers increase tenfold. Not knowing how to control them like this, they all try to cope and not kill each other by mistake while Hank tries to find a way to reverse the effects. Charles has a particularly hard time of it.

This Crazy Game Called Life by chiasmus

Raven declares game night in the mansion. Sean finds an elephant, Erik inherits one hundred unwanted cats, and Charles scars Hank for life with misdirected dirty thinking.

And If You'll Come I’ll Take You Somewhere To Go by luninosity

Yes,” Charles says, rather apologetically even though this can’t possibly be his fault, “you seem to be me. And I…well, I’m you. At the moment.”

“Charles,” Erik says, with what he considers quite remarkable patience under the circumstances, “how long is this going to last?”

and admit that the waters around you have grown by thedeadparrot

"I would never turn away another mutant in need," Charles says. He reads Erik's mind blatantly and without shame these days. Erik supposes he deserves it. "And you, my friend, are needier than most."

You Can't Help Yourself by abbichicken

Prompt: Everyone has to notice that Erik is a very handsome man. So naturally there'd be crushes, harmless flirting, etc. Charles is apparently the jealous type, which nobody expects, so at first everyone is confused by the random headaches, his acting kind of weird, and so on.

Childish Things by fengirl88

Everyone has a weakness somewhere, but he'd never have imagined Charles's could be something so simple. So childish.

You think they'd be surprised if they knew? by widgenstain

The kids are talking about how things work between Charles and Erik. They make assumptions that aren't true and generally misinformed. Except for Angel of course.

Unicorns Are Forever by xsilverdreamsx

“I think I’ve read this story before. Two people switch bodies and they end up having sex so that they can switch back,” Sean offers unhelpfully.

Everyone looks at him in horror.

#gerec rambles #cherik #fic rec #gerec's fic rec #canon compliant #canon fic #mansion fic #xmfc

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suguru-getos · 3 years ago

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(Omg I almost forgot the 2k event shame on me-)

I'm here for a matchup ! I'm an INFP-T 6w5 and a Capricorn. I'm also a depressed bitch relying on humor and bad jokes to survive the hazards of life (and music too. Lots of music. Looots of music. I can't go through a day without music.)

I'm a hypersensitive individual, meaning I can take things very seriously, emotionally speaking (I'm not saying I'm crying over everything but oof I sure get depressed.) I also have a poor physical constitution, so no stamina, no strength, and I overall struggle a lot to keep up the rhythm because of it. In short, I am w e a k both mentally and physically

My love languages are physical touch, gift-giving, and quality time ! (And bantering haha) I love giving hugs and headpats to my loved ones and I melt when I receive some (I'm actually very touch-starved...) Nothing makes me happier than seeing them smile so I often go to great lengths to do so, whether it's finding the perfect gift, helping them when they're into trouble, or just finding time for them in my overbooked schedule.

Finally, I exude the energy of a cat. I like to lay around, I'm easily scared/surprised/panicked and I like to mess around my loved ones. I would spend my day sleeping in my bed to wake up at night and bullshit around and spam my friends.

Hope this will do, have a nice day En <3

thanks for participating 🤍

I SHALL GRANT YOU ALHAITHAM AS A MATCHUP

this man has no interest in music and other things. he feels they are distracting in a way. but then when he fell for you? he HAS to know all ur favs, he wants to be a part of all the things you do <3 behold him, sitting beside you and listening to songs. sometimes he thinks deep and thinks of any deeper meanings within those songs. then, scoffs at himself, saying it’s pointless anyways. its not to him anymore

he sometimes takes the mum role and asks you to take care of urself. no he will not stop, he will make sure you eat well, sometimes even goes on walks with you w the assurance that he will carry you later on. and how much physical movement is necessary.

in the beginning yall had arguments bc this man as no filter 😭 but upon understanding more about you, knowing which things would be okay as banter versus which could actually hurt you. man’s now stored w knowledge about you better than any knowledge capsule 😤

alhaitham has all your gifts stored, the cards you gave laminated, everything is kept like a precious monument to be treasured for generations grr! also, he is also very meticulous at gift giving. so expect the same from him

man titties good for hugging. headpats always whenever u finish the soup he made for u? headpat, whenever u worked out a little? good job w a headpat.

IT COUPLE VIBEZZZ

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham imagines #alhaitham fluff #alhaitham comfort #genshin comfort

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drops-of-kindness · 2 years ago

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"Ah, yes. I have.... a phone? Another monster friend made it for me a longer time ago, so it might look a little weird.", Flowery said, digging through the large pockets of their coat. They eventually pulled out something that did indeed resemble a phone. It looked rather old and kind of like a brick, but it fit nicely in Flowery's hand. It even had a couple charms dangling from it! There was a dandelion charm, one that looked like the New Mew Kissy Cutie cat but evil? Also a bone and a white fluffy dog. The thing did have a screen, but it was mostly buttons, with braille letters on them. It was clearly catered towards Flowery's blindness.

"If it isn't a bother to you, that would be very kind. I'd probably get lost again with only directions to follow.", They chuckled lightly, offering Zandri a little smile. While their memory was pretty good, being someplace unfamiliar would make traveling hard. Plus, if it was getting late, they didn't want to get into any danger. They weren't helpless, of course, neither against monsters or humans. But they very largely preferred to stay peaceful.

"Ah, I go by Flowery, I forgot to mention. It's a nickname my friend gave me, so I'm using it in case someone has heard him say it. It's very nice to meet you, and thank you again for all your help.".

Flowery realized that their... pieced together explanations weren't the smartest thing they could've done. It was their own fault, really. They should've had a story ready to go, and not piece it together with every question they had to answer. Should they try and explain it again, but.. better? Less... weird, maybe? It felt like it would be even weirder though, and they weren't sure they could quite figure out every detail that didn't make a lot of sense right now.

A bit anxious, Flowery tugged on the dandelions growing on the back of their hand. It hurt a bit, but not worse than picking a scab. "Oh! I think I've heard of them before.", Flowery smiled lightly, nodding. It's been a while, but... those two had been from Snowdin, right? They had only stayed with them once, so they didn't really remember...

"I'm sorry for troubling you so much. It's.. it's been a long day. I'm sorry if I didn't make a lot of sense either.", they said softly, sighing lightly. They didn't mean to make so much trouble for someone so kind. Hopefully they could manage better by themself tomorrow.

#frozenfischer #ic flowery #rp flowery

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obeymefictionwriting · 4 years ago

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hello! may I suggest hc's about how the brothers would react to MC telling them they like another brother? :) I'm thinking about it more in a friendly way rather than in a angsty way, like "you're one of my best friends, so can I tell you something?.." and maybe wanting advice on if they should act on their crush, if they think the feelings are reciprocated.. :)

Thank you very much!<3

Ohh that's a cute request and I'm happy to finally be back!

Lucifer

He is the best when it comes to listening to you. He RADIATES comfort and attention.

Oh, you like Beel? That's really cute.

He never really doubted that one day, you'd fall for him.

"You know MC, he is probably the best out of us all. When he loves, it's always from the bottom of his heart".

When you leave his room, he'll send you a long text with all Beel's favorite coffee shops and foods so you can surprise him.

He might also hint Beel to be more attentive, especially around you.

Mammon

He LOVES gossiping so when you say "I need to talk to you about someone", he gets E X C I T E D

Maybe you'll tell him something about Lucifer that he will be able to sell. OR EVEN LORD DIAVOLO

"Huh? You fancy Belphie?"

He is somewhat surprised because he thought you'd pick Lucifer or Satan but he is also happy because he really believes Belphie deserves the world.

"Ya know, he has a thing for humans" *wink wink*

Being a good big brother, he'd go right to Belphie and tell him to never be rude or ignorant towards you. And that he deserves your love.

Levithan

He doesn't really like talking about feelings but he loves helping you out so you can tell him anything.

He was sipping on his boba tea when you told him you like Lucifer and naturally, he choked on his drink.

"Oh wow, I always knew you have great taste but wow".

"You know, I think he likes you too but he is too arrogant to admit it. Try taking initiative, he never experienced that".

Levi will be secretly 110% rooting for you because it's like an anime but IRL!

Satan

You two were shopping for books when you confessed your sympathy for his older brother...

"Are you serious, MC?"

"Out of us all... Mammon??"

I mean, he gets you. Mammon is handsome as hell, funny and protective.

But he is also such a....

Never mind. He looks at your glowing eyes and doesn't dare say a word about Mammon's bad traits.

Instead he sighs and says, "Maybe you'll text him and ask him to join us for dinner? Tell him I'm paying".

Asmodeus

Ultimate gay friend (there, I said it)

Of course, you told him the news while he was doing your hair.

"Ahhhh you like our Satan! How cute is that!"

In fact, Asmo really adores Satan and he adores you so he is so happy about you two becoming a couple!

"Want me to set a perfect date for you two? There is a new cat cafe that opened recently!"

Asmo will be 100% supportive and in case Satan ever decides to ignore you, he will turn his destructive mode on.

Beelzebub

Beel does not really understand complex emotions but he understands that you look different.

"MC, you are too excited. Did anything happen?"

"Oh... Levi, huh? Sudden but great! Levi deserves it".

"He never had a partner, you know... All of us did and he was kind of a loner. Oh wait, Mammon didn't have a relationship too. I forgot".

"MC, don't get offended if he does something wrong. I know he likes you a lot but is too nervous to admit it".

Belphegor

So, you woke him up to tell him something "important". It better be really important.

"You like Asmo, huh?"

"Hey, don't be insecure about it! No, even though he has tons of admirers, he doesn't love anybody except you".

Oops he gave away Asmo's secret.

"How do I know? I know what? I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Go and ask Asmo about it and then wake me up again ONLY after you talk to him".

When you leave, he will get back to sleep, smiling.

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sluttyten · 4 years ago

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the cinderella search

summary: you’re a staff member at SM, and during the annual Halloween party, you go dressed as Cinderella. Enter Johnny as Prince Charming. You talk, you flirt, he falls in love, but you forget to tell him your name before the night ends, and thus begins his Cinderella Search.

length: 10,615

tags: near-strangers to lovers, bed sharing, fingering, dry humping, fluff, light on the smut compared to some of my other works tbh

Growing up, Cinderella had always been your favorite fairy tale. You just really loved the glamor and romance of the story, the idea of dressing up all beautifully and mysteriously, going to a ball to be noticed by the Prince.

And once you grew up, you still had that fantasy tucked away in the back of your mind, made more real when you entered the idol industry by joining SM Entertainment as a staff member. You were just a minor staff member, not important enough to be a manager (though that was the dream), but you were around idols so often that the fantasy was there, prodding you in the back of your mind.

There were days when you dreamed of being swept up in a Cinderella-style romance with one of the idols in the company.

“I can’t blame you one bit,” your close friend Jiwon tells you one day. She’s a makeup artist for the company; she’s seen their bare faces, seen them up close and personal, and having worked there for longer than you, she knows various artists under the company better than you do. “I won’t disagree with you at all that a secret romance with one of them would be amazing. Just like a drama. I want Kyungsoo to be my prince charming.” She sighs dreamily. “I can’t wait for the Halloween party.”

That’s exactly what you’ve been talking about almost non-stop since you first heard that it was happening this year. With the party not having happened for a few years now due to one thing or another, this year it’s come back with a bang, and when the memo was put out that every staff member was invited to come in costume as well, just as a celebration for how hard everyone’s worked, it’s all that pretty much everyone’s been talking about. You’re excited that you get to go, that you get to dress up as well, and what caused Jiwon to start gushing about D.O. is you mentioning that you wanted to go dressed as Cinderella.

“Promise we can get ready together?” She asks you. “I really, really want to do your hair and makeup, I can already picture it.” Jiwon holds her fingers up, framing your face between them.

It helped that you already had the dress to wear for your costume. You’d spotted it a few years ago in a thrift shop, and because of your pure love for Cinderella, as soon as you saw the dress, you knew that you had to have it. Sure, it had been collecting dust in your closet for a couple years, but now you had found the perfect use for it at last.

The day of the Halloween party, Jiwon comes over just as she’d planned, taking as much of the day as she possibly can to make you up and style your hair to make you look like the Cinderella of her imagination. She’s just going simply, wearing all black with some cat ears, some whiskers drawn on her face, but most of her attention to detail is poured into her work on you.

By the time she finishes the last touch, you’re ready to leave. Already you’re going to be cutting it close to showing up late, so as she drops her brushes back in the bag she brought, you grab your phone, and make for the door.

“Oh no, you’re not finished yet.” She snakes her hand around your arm, bringing you to a halt. Jiwon tuts at you. “Cinderella can’t go to the ball without her mask.”

Like a true fairy godmother, Jiwon pulls a beautiful mask out of the makeup bag. “I saw this when I was shopping for my costume, and I knew it would just be perfect. You can’t be Cinderella and have everyone know who you are, that goes against the point of being Cinderella, right?”

She carefully sits the mask on your made-up face, ties the ribbons around the back of your head, trying not to disturb the work she put into your hair.

“Can we go now, fairy godmother?” You ask. “Before midnight, preferably.”

The fairytale vibe of the night truly hits home once you arrive at the party’s venue. Everyone’s in costumes, and at first it’s overwhelming because you can’t immediately distinguish the idols from the staff from the higher-ups in the company. As you and Jiwon step inside, you can only make out a few distinct people.

Red Velvet’s Irene is dressed like an actual goddess, complete with an array of stars in an arc around her (an interesting choice that definitely makes sure no one gets too close to her). You spot Chanyeol standing tall over the group of people he’s talking with too. And then you see him.

Prince Charming.

Johnny Suh.

He looks breathtakingly handsome, wearing a white uniform adorned with golden tassels and medals. His hair is gelled back from his face, and he’s in the middle of laughing at the princess beside him, though her back is to you. Johnny literally looks like a prince with his face full of sunlit radiance, and in that moment your heart yearns. You wish you had a Prince Charming, but it’s clear that this one already has his princess.

And then she turns around with a flip of her long, dark wavy hair.

You burst out laughing so loud that Jiwon hits your arm to make you quiet down.

Hendery is dressed as a princess, clinging to Johnny’s arm as Jungwoo and Ten stand there with them, both of them laughing along with the costumed couple.

There are several other princesses you soon realize. Staff members and female artists have both dressed as princesses, and the more of them you see, the more you think that you’re not the Cinderella of this ball. There’s others that shine with more glitz and glamor than your thrifted dress ever could. So you mostly stick to yourself, seated at a table in the corner, sipping at your drink to avoid talking to a drunk coworker when he stumbles into his seat at the table.

You just watch the party, suddenly no longer feeling it because the best looking man here tonight is clearly Johnny Suh (which you’ve thought that numerous times before, but especially so tonight) and it’s obvious that everyone else thinks so too. He wins a prize. He has people coming up to him all night, fawning over him, running their fingers through the tassels on his shoulders.

“Stop pouting,” Jiwon tells you as she drops down into the seat beside yours. She sits a fresh drink down in front of you. “Just drink this down and come have fun with me. We can mingle and actually get the chance to speak to some of these idols we never work with.”

You know she has her eyes on D.O. who’s standing in a clear line of sight from where you’re both sitting, holding an audience of a few people captive with his story.

“You go.” You nod toward him. “Here’s your chance, Jiwon.”

She frowns at you. “I didn’t spend so long making you look like Cinderella just for you to sit all glum in the corner. You look fantastic, darling, and if you don’t get up and show off that lovely dress and your beautiful face, then we can’t be friends anymore.” She folds her arms in front of her and pouts.

“If I go get some more drinks, does that count?”

“It’s an improvement at least.” She sighs. “I’m going to try to talk to him. While I’m gone, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She eyes your coworker who’s slumped over in his chair now, starting to snore. “And make sure he doesn’t puke on himself.”

You have no intention of babysitting a guy who takes every opportunity to steal credit from you, so you definitely leave the table as soon as Jiwon walks away.

You’re standing at the bar area, waiting for the man behind the counter to make the drink you’d requested, when someone comes up beside you, just a figure in the corner of your eye. It’s only when he speaks that you look up to see who he actually is.

“I think you dropped this,” Johnny says, and he’s holding up one of the satiny blue gloves you’d worn tonight. You’d taken them off while you ate, and you forgot you’d tucked them in the ribbon around your waist.

“Oh, thank you.” You incline your head and reach for the glove, but when your fingers brush Johnny’s, you pull away with your whole hand tingling. “I probably dropped the other one somewhere too.” You look around, searching the floor.

Johnny chuckles. “No, it’s still right there.”

You feel a blush rising to your cheeks, and you’re grateful that you’re wearing the mask that hides most of your face. The other glove is still safely tucked at your waist, and as Johnny tells the bartender what he’d like, you pull both gloves onto your hands.

“Here’s your drink, Princess.” The man behind the counter winks as he says it, pushing the drink toward you. “And yours, Prince Charming.”

You take your drink and start to walk away, planning to head back to your comfortable corner to drink alone in peace, but then you notice Johnny just a step behind you.

“I think you’re the only person dressed as a princess tonight that hasn’t come up to talk to me tonight.” He says, “Which is unfortunate, since I saw you the moment you walked in, and I wanted to come talk to you then, but Hendery wouldn’t let go of me. I think you deserved best costume; I’ve never seen a better Cinderella.”

His flattery works wonders on melting what nervousness you have in talking with him. Johnny’s all but a stranger to you. You don’t work closely with NCT, but on the few occasions you’ve gotten to work with them, Johnny was always such a large personality, so nice and funny and handsome. Maybe you definitely have a ridiculous crush on him. But it’s always been foolish and far-fetched.

This is the first conversation you’ve ever had with him, and you don’t quite make it back to that table in the back corner. Johnny drags you down to sit beside him at his table, and even though you’re surrounded by the other members, the way he’s looking at you as you talk makes it feel like it’s only the two of you in the whole building.

You finish your drink, lose track of time, and by the time that the party’s really and truly ending, you’ve forgotten everything but the way that Johnny looks at you, the sound of his voice, and how much that you have in common with him. Maybe it’s ridiculous to form such a deep connection with someone at a party, especially when tomorrow you go back to being just a lowly staff member and he’s a world-famous idol.

But Princess Hendery is the one to break up this intimate conversation. His hand lands on Johnny’s shoulder, and Johnny’s head snaps around.

“Hyung, your ride’s about to leave.” Hendery pats Johnny’s shoulder, and then points down the length of the table to a man you recognize as an NCT manager. A tipsy Jaehyun walks by, his fingers twisting in the neck of Johnny’s uniform, and he leans in to whisper something in Johnny’s ear, his fingers slipping down to get a better grip on Johnny’s uniform, and then he’s dragging Johnny out of his seat, pulling him away out the door with their manager before you can get another word in.

You look around then, somewhat dazed at being pulled back into non-Johnny reality, and also slightly buzzed from your drinks, and you realize that the room has emptied out around you, only a handful of people remain. Including Jiwon. She’s bright red and grinning from ear to ear, leaning on a man in costume.

You refuse to let her make any drunken mistakes tonight, so you make your way over, loop your arm around her waist. “Come on, fairy godmother, it’s midnight and we need to get home before the spell wears off.”

Jiwon moans and groans, reluctantly letting you lead her out of the party at last, taking her home to pass out on your sofa.

And it’s a bit later as you fall into bed fresh from your shower with all the makeup washed away now, as you look happily at the photos you’d taken with Jiwon and some selfies you’d snapped several times throughout the night, that you tragically remember that you never gave Johnny your name.

By tragedy or fate or something else against you in the universe, you don’t get to see Johnny again before your position in the company takes you overseas. Not long term, just for a month. But during that month you build a lot of experience toward achieving your dream of becoming a manager for a group, getting your hands almost within reach of that prized promotion.

And as for your Cinderella moment, you try to put it out of your mind, just as you’re sure Johnny’s done. Over a month has passed since the Halloween party, and you doubt he even remembers the Cinderella he spent the night talking to. Even if he does remember, you feel that any chance has long since passed for you to find him and tell him it was you.

On your first day back within the building, you’ve barely made it inside before Jiwon finds you.

You hear her slippers slapping against the ground as she runs toward you, and then she loops her arm through yours in a vice. “Come with me. We need to talk,” she whispers conspiratorially, dragging you into the elevator with her.

“I didn’t want to tell you this while you were away dealing with everything, but,” she says excitedly in a hushed voice so no one overhears, “As your self-designated fairy godmother, I thought I should definitely give you a little heads up. Johnny’s been looking for Cinderella.”

Your heart thuds in your chest. “What?”

“Everyone’s heard him asking around casually about who’d been Cinderella that night, but you sneaky thing!” She pinches your side. “How did you manage to go the whole night without telling anyone who you were?”

Had you? You’d definitely talked with several other staff members at the start of the night, including your supervisor. At least one of them must have recognized you, right? But looking back now, maybe you hadn’t talked in particular about anything that would have given away who you were, and you don’t remember any of them calling you by name or even acknowledging that you were in their department.

You’re still trying to wrap your head around it when the elevator doors open, and Jiwon walks out, still arm-in-arm with you.

“Look, it’s even a company-wide kind of meme.” She points at a bulletin board nearby where normally notices about events and deadlines and everything are hung. But now there’s also a sheet of paper with the word WANTED at the top, a badly pixellated image of the Disney version of Cinderella beneath that, and below that LAST SEEN: SM HALLOWEEN PARTY. In tiny font beneath contact NCT Johnny if you have any information.

“What the hell?” You look around to see if anyone else is looking, and then you step forward and tear it off the bulletin board. “What are people thinking? What if this shows up in the background of a video?” Idols pass through here semi-frequently with cameras on them for one reason or another. You can only imagine the chaos of fans reacting to such a notice as this Cinderella one.

Jiwon laughs as you crumple the sheet up and toss it in a nearby trashcan. “At this point, everyone’s started assuming Cinderella was just a random party-crasher or a ghost since she hasn’t come forward.” She pats your shoulder comfortingly. “One of the aespa girls almost confessed to him that it was her.”

A flare of jealous heat sparks to life in your belly. “Well, it definitely wasn’t!”

“Of course not! She was dressed like a princess too, but not anything remotely Cinderella-esque.” Someone walks into the elevator area, so Jiwon drops her voice to a whisper once more as she tries to urge you, “You should go tell him that you’re his Cinderella! It would be so cute!”

“Are you kidding?” You hiss, glancing over at the man waiting for an elevator. “Look at me, Jiwon. He’d take one look and laugh that I couldn’t possibly be Cinderella. I don’t look anything like I did that night.” You gesture at the very casual outfit you’re wearing, your drastically less made-up face, and just everything about you. You’d truly experienced some kind of magical transformation that night courtesy of the woman beside you. “I couldn’t tell him. Plus, it’s been over a month. Is he really still looking for Cinderella? I’d have given up by this point, like you said, just thinking it was a random party-crasher or something. Plus, if this is like an actual Cinderella moment, it’s not like anything romantic can happen between him and I. It’s against policy.”

Jiwon shakes her head, disappointed. “You’re such a party pooper, darling. And, you’re right, this isn’t a fairytale, okay? I get that. It’s real life and there’s actual consequences, so I won’t blame you if you don’t tell him. But come on, the risk is well worth the reward here, I would think. This job or Johnny? The choice is obvious to me.”

Maybe once you would have agreed. Choosing the literal man of your dreams (because Johnny has been showing up in your dreams with some amount of frequency ever since Halloween) would have been an easy choice before you’d actually landed a position in SM Entertainment. Even then, it wouldn’t have been a crazy choice in your mind. But more recently things have changed.

“They’re promoting me.” You shake Jiwon loose so you can face her properly. “That’s what the whole point of me being overseas for the last month was. Training me up, seeing if I had the potential to really be a manager. And that’s my dream job, you know. I don’t think the risk is worth the reward in this case. But damn,” you sigh, catching sight of a screen showing a clip from one of NCT’s music videos, Johnny’s face filling the screen. “I wish it was possible.”

To give up your dream job just for the possibility of a romance with an idol seemed far-fetched and stupid.

So you ignore the Cinderella search. It’s not like you ever even see Johnny, so it’s not a problem at all.

Until the day comes when you officially receive your promotion.

“You’re being promoted,” your supervisor tells you, “NCT needs a new manager, and you’re best qualified for the job.”

Your stomach feels like it drops to the floor. “What?”

You’d been expecting that you were going to get to help manage a new group, or at least maybe aespa. You didn’t think they’d throw you to the wolves that was the confusing mess of NCT’s schedules. So it was a nightmare wrapped in a thin layer of a dream, and right at the heart of it all was Johnny Suh.

You were so nervous on your first day as a manager (because of course, you couldn’t manage one of the other units, you had to be assigned to 127) that Johnny would recognize you on the spot, call you out on being Cinderella, and make a scene. But you were equally as nervous that he wouldn’t recognize you at all.

The latter turned out to be the truer though not entirely accurate.

When you were introduced to the members, Johnny gave you a kind smile, and then said, “Hey, I recognize you.”

Your heart stopped and then started beating at what felt like double-time. “You do?”

He nods. “Yeah, you’ve worked with us before, right?”

Ah. Your heart rate slows back to normal. “Yeah, yes, I have. Just a few times.”

Then he repeats your name back to you as if making sure that he’s got it right, and an hour later you’re still thinking about the way that your name sounds from his lips.

That feeling doesn’t pass, not for a while.

Slowly you grow more comfortable and relaxed in your role a manager for the group. You get used to the stunning presence of the handsome men. You get used to the sound of Johnny’s voice and his laugh. You get used to driving the members around, shuttling them to and from schedules, getting them what they need, managing them and managing your feelings.

And best of all, you never hear Johnny mention Halloween or Cinderella, which makes it much easier to put it all from your mind. Well, somewhat easier. Jiwon refuses to let you forget; she calls herself your fairy godmother all the time, calls you princess, teases you when you mention stories that involve Johnny, which is most of them because within several weeks of you becoming a manager for the unit, you and Johnny have actually grown quite close.

“Oh, come on!” Jiwon exclaims one evening as she stretches out on your bed. “I’m tired of all of these cute, funny stories about Johnny! I want gushy romantic, hot stories.” She rolls over onto her stomach and looks at you. “God, let me tell you, one time when I was doing their makeup the stylist had to make an alteration on his pants, and that man whipped off his pants with no shame and stood there in his underwear for me to do his makeup. Babe, I know you’re already mentally going through hoops to avoid thinking about him, but trust me that you would reconsider if you had seen his--”

You slap your hand over her mouth. “Don’t.”

“No need to sound so pained about it.” She pushes your hand away. “I don’t know why you’re fighting this so hard. Yeah, you’re a manager, but you and him are fully grown adults. This is a stupid policy because from the stories you’ve told me, if you and Johnny were just alone for like an hour together, you would probably end up together.”

You roll your eyes. There have been times you’ve been alone with Johnny, driving him to or from a schedule. It wasn’t like there was undeniable sexual tension in that van or anything like that. And even if Jiwon means totally alone in a non-mobile setting, you doubt anything like that would happen, but you’ve never yet had the chance to find out.

When the first winter storm hits, you’re driving Taeyong back to the dorm from a solo schedule he’d had that had run long. It’s very late. Taeyong dozes in the passenger seat, you’re yawning every other minute, and as you enter the city limits you realize that it’s starting to snow large, fluffy flakes that are coating everything they touch.

The city’s been extremely cold lately, so you’re not surprised that the snow isn’t melting, just piling up, making it hard to see at times.

By the time you reach the dorm, the roads are slushy and slick. Snow blows across the streets in waves.

Taeyong’s schedule had been a three-day event, so he has a few items to unload, and due to the sharp cold breeze and how deep asleep he’d been just moment before, you help Taeyong unload and carry his belongings up to the dorm. Your shoes squeak on the floor, and by the time you reach the door of the dorm, you’re both still shivering.

The door opens with a chime, and as you come inside, you see Johnny’s sitting at the kitchen table playing on his phone and eating cereal. Taeyong mumbles something, toes off his shoes, drops his bags, and just stumbles off to bed, too sleepy to even do anything else.

Johnny’s watching you as you let out a big yawn and sit what you’d been carrying down beside the rest.

You run your fingers over your hair, brushing away the last snowflakes that cling somewhat intact to your hair. “It’s snowing pretty good out there. I haven’t seen snow like this in years.”

Johnny glances over at the large window of their living room. The puffs of snow float by, lit up by all the city lights, and he stands up, walking over to press his face to the glass, looking down at the street below and the rooftops around their building. Everything’s already covered in a pretty decent amount of snow.

“It’s beautiful out there.” Johnny is pressed to the glass, looking out at everything.

Before you can register what’s happening (it is very late and you’re half-asleep on your feet, so excuse you if you’re a little slow at the moment), Johnny’s walking back past you, grabbing his coat from the back of a chair with one hand, and taking your hand with the other. He guides you along by the hand down through the building, out into the falling snow.

“What are we doing?” You ask, folding your arms around yourself as Johnny releases your hand once you’re outside. Shock at the situation kept you silent until then. “You shouldn’t be out here. You’ll catch a cold.”

Johnny laughs. “I’ll be fine. Come take my picture.” He walks out into the snow-covered street, tilting his head back to the sky, arms held out. The streetlight just down the road casts Johnny and the snow in a silver light, and he’s so beautiful in that moment that you’d be crazy not to take a photo, so you pull out your phone and start taking pictures of him.

This photoshoot goes on for several minutes before you pause to check a photo you just took, and for your efforts of trying to be a good photographer, you get a snowball right to the shoulder. Johnny’s laugh is loud in the muted silence of the falling snow, and he only laughs louder when you shove your phone into your jacket pocket and duck down to form a snowball of your own.

The snow fight lasts until you’re both pink-cheeked, sniffling in the cold air, and neither of you can feel your fingertips anymore.

“I’m t-too cold to keep this g-going.” Johnny laughs and shivers, tucking his hands into his armpits as he walks toward you.

“I - I should get going anyway.” Your teeth chatter together. “I still need to get home, and it’s late.”

“Come up for c-coffee,” Johnny suggests, his eyes lingering on you and the snow caught in your hair, wreathing your face. “You’re clearly tired and cold. You need some coffee.”

Damn your heart and Johnny’s good intentions. You follow him back up to the dorm, and while you shuck off your coat and wet shoes and damp socks, Johnny starts making you both some coffee. And minutes later, you’re still shivering as you clasp a warm mug between both of your hands, sitting next to Johnny while he swipes through your camera roll to check out the photos of him you’d just taken.

You know that you should leave. It’s not appropriate for you to just be hanging out at the dorm. You should put your coat and shoes back on, take the coffee to go, and head home so you can get some sleep before you have to work tomorrow. Just as you’re about to say something along those lines, your phone buzzes against the table and Johnny makes a soft, oh.

“What?” You lean closer, sitting the mug down on the table.

“It’s a weather alert.” Johnny looks up at you, and for a moment neither of you speak or move or breathe. You’re so close together right now. You can see all of the little water droplets stubbornly clinging to his eyelashes from the snow. You can smell the coffee on his breath and something a little sweet too. But then Johnny snaps his mouth closed and leans back a little, just putting some distance between you and him.

He clears his throat, then says, “It says the roads are really bad, that it’s just going to get worse. You should probably just stay here tonight, and I feel like you’re going to argue with that, but honestly, it’s for your own safety. Roads are dangerous, plus you’re already cold and tired. That’s a bad combination. You’re just going to have to be back here in a few hours to pick us up anyway since hyung is gone.”

You’d forgotten about that. The manager that normally stays at the dorm with them is gone for the week. That’s why you had to be the one to take Taeyong to his solo schedule, and why you were going to have to be up earlier than normal for work tomorrow. Maybe Johnny has a good point.

Johnny looks away from you, back down at your phone, and he swipes away the notification, then makes a little frown.

You look down as well, and there you see that your phone has gone back to the screen showing all of your photos, and there, just barely visible at the top of the screen, is a photo you’d taken of yourself in the Cinderella costume on the night of the Halloween party.

Johnny inhales and the silence as you wait for his exhale seems to last an eternity.

“You were--”

You push back from the table, already reaching to pull your shoes back onto your feet, forgetting entirely about your wet socks. “I’d really better leave.”

You’re halfway to the door, hopping on one foot, struggling to get your second foot into it’s boot, when Johnny loops his hand at your elbow, helping to steady you as you’d nearly just tipped over onto your face.

“Please don’t leave.” He pleads.

You look up at him. Your foot thumps heavily down onto the ground. “Johnny.... please. I shouldn’t stay here, I could get in trouble with the company.”

His eyes are softer than you’ve ever seen them before. “Please stay. It’s dangerous out there, I’ve said that already. If anyone has a problem with you staying here overnight for your own safety, then I’ll vouch for you. I’ll make the others vouch too.” His hand slides from your elbow down to your wrist, holding loosely now that you don’t seem to be in such a rush to leave. A slow, crooked smile appears on his lips. “And anyway, Cinderella, you’re supposed to leave a shoe behind, not your wet socks.”

You roll your eyes, but you smile as well. “I didn’t want to tell you.”

“That you’re the Cinderella I’ve been looking for for months now?” Johnny’s hand slips even lower on your wrist until his fingers are just clasping your hand. “Why didn’t you want to tell me? I had so much fun talking with you that night, and after we left I realized I hadn’t even found out who you were.”

You shiver now that your feet are back inside your wet shoes.

Johnny clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “Take your shoes off. You’re staying. Go on. Sit right there.” He points at the chair beside the table. “I’ll be right back. Don’t you dare leave.”

His voice is so commanding, you wouldn’t dare leave now. He walks out of the kitchen, and when he returns a moment later, he’s carrying a change of clothes for you from his own closet.

“I know it’s your job to worry about us,” he says, holding out the clothes to you. “But please let me take care of you too. Don’t catch a cold. You can go shower in the bathroom off my room, put these on. You’re staying here tonight.”

You nod, accepting the sweater and slick basketball shorts.

When you emerge from the shower several minutes later, feeling much more thoroughly warmed, the lights in the dorm have all been turned off, but Johnny’s sitting on the sofa now with his phone lighting up his face. It’s very, very late. He looks as if he could nod off right there, but as you walk closer to him, he blinks up at you. A smile breaks across his otherwise sleepy expression.

“What?” You ask, sinking down onto the sofa with him. There’s a blanket draped over the back, and Johnny immediately pulls it down over your shoulders. You clasp the edges of it together in front of you. “Why are you smiling like that? Are you feeling feverish or something?” You lift a hand and immediately check his forehead with the back of your hand, but he doesn’t feel warm.

Johnny, still smiling, reaches up to lightly bat away your hand as he sighs and rests his head against the cushiony back of the sofa, staring at you. “No, like.... It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“You gave them to me.” You reply, amused at the dopey look on his face.

“I know.” Johnny whispers. “You just look really good in them.”

Your heart flutters in the way that you know you shouldn’t let it. This is Johnny. You’re his manager. This is inappropriate to be feeling this way about him. It’s definitely inappropriate to be sitting on a sofa in the dark with him, wearing his clothes, having just showered in his shower using his shampoo and body wash. But it feels good.

You lean your head against the sofa’s back too, draw your knees up toward your chest, and you look right back at Johnny in the same way he’s looking at you. You whisper, “You should go to bed. We all have to be up in a few hours.”

He bites his bottom lip and then stretches out a risky hand to touch yours. When you don’t pull away or tell him not to, Johnny keeps going, turning your hand over, pulling it into his lap. He touches your palm, caresses your fingers, treating you like you’re fragile and delicate like a little princess.

“Johnny,” you whisper a few moments later when he’s still just holding your hand, making no effort to go to bed. “Go.”

“There’s so much snow out there.” He says after another few seconds. “There’s no way that we’ll still have our schedules tomorrow. By the time morning really comes, we’re going to be buried in. I was looking at the weather while you were showering, and it’s not showing any sign of stopping before at least tomorrow night.”

“Banking on your schedule being cancelled doesn’t mean you don’t have to go to bed.” Your hand shakes slightly as you lift it, trembling with the risky nature of what you do next. Johnny’s hair is soft and his face is pleasantly warm as you push a few loose strands away from his face.

Johnny exhales at the feel of your fingertips just barely brushing his skin. “Come to bed with me. Haechan’s not here. He’s upstairs tonight.”

You noticed that as you crept into Johnny’s room to use that bathroom. Both of the beds were empty.

It’s tempting to give in, to follow him into that bedroom and let the door close behind you as you get into bed with him. You’re sure that sharing a bed with Johnny would be very warm and comforting in this snowy cold night. But you can’t.

“Johnny.” Your voice trembles ever so slightly. “I can’t. I’m your manager, and it just.... I could get in trouble.”

“You’re still shivering from the cold,” he argues, “Basically hypothermic. I’m just trying to keep you healthy, trying to save you from freezing. No one would know but us. If the others ask questions, I’ll make excuses.” He smiles, and that almost does it for you.

You shake your head, close your eyes, turn your head away from him so you’re not faced with the temptation. “No. I’m serious. You should go to bed. I’ll stay right here. Just here.” You pat the sofa. “I’ll be comfy and this blanket’s warm.”

“Fine.” Johnny sighs, and he stands up, still holding your hand. “But don’t think that you can sneak out, Cinderella. Okay?”

You squeeze his hand lightly. “I’m not going anywhere, Johnny.”

He leans in so quickly that there’s no time for you to even protest before he’s pressing a kiss to your cheek. And then he’s gone, vanishing into his bedroom as you sit frozen on the sofa, looking after him.

It takes a long time to fall asleep after that. Just you lying there in the dark with the blanket tugged up to your chin, listening to all of the unfamiliar sounds of the dorm, watching the snow drift by outside the window, shivering in the chill air.

After nearly an hour of silence and cold and overthinking, you sit up, gather the blanket around your shoulders, and you tiptoe across the living room to the door of Johnny’s bedroom.

When you reach the door, you stand there in hesitation, your knuckles hovering just inches from the door. You’re being silly. Ridiculous. You’re putting the future of your career in jeopardy by just standing here before his doorway and contemplating going inside. You shift your weight uncertainly, drop your hand to your side, consider turning back and walking to the sofa, but before you can move, the door swings open and you’re faced with Johnny’s chest.

You lift your gaze slowly to his face.

“I could almost hear you thinking through the door,” he says with a smile, and then he steps aside, “Why don’t you come in?”

“It’s just cold out there,” you mumble as you step inside, pulling your blanket tighter around your shoulders. “I was going to ask if you had another blanket.”

Johnny hums in a way that tells you that he doesn’t buy your lie one bit. He closes the door behind him, his back braced against it as he faces you. “I can’t believe that all this time you’ve been my Cinderella.” He shakes his head, gaze wandering over the shadowy shape of you.

His room is dark but your eyes are adjusted just enough that you can see him fairly well in the faint light coming in through the window. So you can see as he pushes away from the door, as he steps toward you. Your body tingles in anticipation, your fingertips go numb so you curl them into fists in your blanket, and Johnny stops right in front of you.

“It’s well past midnight, Cinderella,” he whispers. “The ball is ended, the magic spell is worn off, and you’re still just as beautiful and fascinating and enchanting as you were that night.” His hands come up to the blanket wrapped around your shoulders, fingers tucking underneath. Your grip on the blanket loosens even as Johnny starts to move the blanket.

It falls away, pooling at your feet.

“Johnny.”

His thumb brushes along your jawline. Your body feels on fire, your fingers burn with the desire to touch him too. So you do, curling your fingers at his hips, his skin warm under yours, and Johnny takes a shuffling step just a bit closer to you, his bare toes bumping against yours.

“Johnny,” you repeat his name, lifting your chin to look him in the eye. “Kiss me?”

He doesn’t wait for you to ask him again. Johnny leans in and catches your lips in a kiss. His palm rests against the side of your neck, his thumb still stroking at your jaw. When you try to press closer, to deepen the kiss, Johnny backs away.

“Don’t stop,” you whine, clenching your hands at his sides.

Johnny chuckles, dipping forward to kiss your forehead. And then he kisses you again. He takes a step back, you follow, and another, and then he’s sinking down onto his bed, his hands moving to your hips to guide you to straddle his lap, not breaking the kiss as you do.

Making out with Johnny Suh is certainly not what you imagined you’d be doing tonight when you brought Taeyong home from his schedule, but here you are, sitting in his lap in his bed, his hands on your hips, and your mouth on his.

“Wait,” he mumbles, pulling back momentarily. “Let me put some music on or something.”

You don’t want to move from his lap, but you let him lean away, reaching back across his bed toward the pillows to grab his phone. He taps at the screen for a few moments, and then music—soft enough to not wake anyone but just loud enough to mask any sounds the two of you may make—begins to play over his Bluetooth speakers.

As Johnny sits back up, leaving his phone tucked beneath his pillow, you admire the sight of him. His abs. His chest. His arms.

You’ve seen Johnny shirtless before in dressing rooms, for photo shoots and video shoots. But seeing him like this, in the half light of his bedroom with the tingling reminder of his lips on yours, is a completely different experience.

Like a magnet, he finds you again. His mouth on yours, kiss unrestrained under the cover of the music, letting out tiny little moans as he kisses you. Each sound brings a smile to your lips, and after a few moments, you’re grinning into the kiss, twisting your fingers into his hair, and Johnny smiles as he fits his hands under your borrowed sweatshirt, his fingers chilly on your heated waist and belly.

His fingers shift higher and higher, and your breath hitches as he caressed your breast.

“Alright?” He murmurs, giving you a moment to answer while he kisses the corner of your mouth, skimming his lips over your jaw, down your throat.

You shiver, twisting your fingers a little more tightly in his hair, shifting just that much closer to him. You can feel every inch of him against you, your body burns and tingles, your heart racing in your chest.

“So good,” you moan softly, tugging lightly on his hair to bring his mouth back to yours.

Johnny smiles into the kiss, his thumb drifting attentively over your nipple. Slowly he eases backwards until he’s flat on his back and you lie against his chest, still just kissing him and yearning to feel his hands touching you everywhere, not just your breast. You shiver against him again, and Johnny is gentle as he rolls you under him, as he tugs the blankets up over your bodies.

“Still cold, Cinderella?” He teases, his nose bumping against your cheek.

You push a section of his hair back behind his ear, spend a few seconds lingering there, your thumb against his face. He’s so handsome, and you being here beneath him in his bed, it’s unreal. Like a dream. Like a fairytale Cinderella moment you never thought you’d have because he’s an SM Prince, and who are you? Hardly any better than a servant.

Johnny shifts to the side, looking down at you. “What are you thinking about? You’ve got that expression.” He lifts a finger and traces the furrow between your eyebrows.

“I’m just thinking how I don’t belong here.” You sigh, looking away to the window. Your hand is on his arm and you absentmindedly stroke over his sunflower tattoo, mirroring the movements of his thumb moving back and forth on your waist beneath the sweatshirt.

Johnny’s lips touch against your throat, pulling a sigh from your lips, to which he asks, “What do you mean you don’t belong here? And don’t tell me again that it’s because you’re a manager.”

But that’s exactly why.

“Stay here. With me.” Johnny withdraws his hand from beneath your sweatshirt. “If you feel like this is moving too fast, we can stop here. We can go to sleep. Just sleep.”

He moves back an inch or two, just as much as his narrow twin bed will allow, but you don’t want him to go far. You scoot closer again, still gripping his arm. Johnny smiles at that. You sink your head onto the pillow, look up at him. “I’ll stay.”

“Good.” Johnny brings his hand up, tracing his knuckles lightly along your cheek in a way that makes your heart pound and your toes and fingertips tingle in delight, in the need for reciprocation, to touch him and hold him too. But you bring your hands up to your chest, clench them into tight fists inside the sleeves of the sweater, will yourself to not touch him because if you do, you’re pretty sure you won’t be able to stop yourself from going further.

“You promise you won’t run away after I close my eyes?” Johnny asks.

“I promise.” You watch as Johnny stands up from the bed, and he hesitates then for a moment, looking down at you, his hands on his hips. You think, for a moment, that he’s about to tell you goodnight and sleep in Haechan’s bed instead. But he takes a deep breath, his thumbs tracing along the waistband of his sweatpants.

“So, normally, I do sleep in my underwear. I get hot at night, so it’s just a lot more comfortable for me.” He explains, glancing away as he admits this. You have a feeling that he might actually normally sleep naked, but given that you’ve both agreed to draw the line at making out and some light touching tonight, being naked in bed with you might be a bit more than you wanted.

You appreciate his unspoken question, a request for you to consent to him stripping to his underwear to sleep in bed with you. But it’s his bed, in his bedroom, in his apartment where you still feel you don’t entirely belong. You’re the intruder here. And besides--

“I like to sleep in my underwear too,” you tell him. “So it works out.”

Beneath the blanket, you shimmy easily out of the silky basketball shorts Johnny had lent you, and as you drop them out over the side of the bed, you watch Johnny swallow, his throat bobbing even as he smiles a little. You watch too as his thumbs tuck under the waistband of his pants, and then he’s pushing them down, kicking them off, slipping back into the narrow bed with you.

You keep the sweater on, but the bare skin of your legs, from toe to hip feel so free beneath the sheets, and when Johnny’s knee knocks into yours, you feel it from the point of contact all the way through your body. You’re hyper-aware of him, more than you’ve ever been with anyone else probably.

And then you lift your leg a little, draping it over one of his so your knee rests between both of his. You prop yourself on your side a bit, a hand tucked under the pillow. Johnny faces you too.

“Goodnight, Cinderella,” he whispers.

“Goodnight, Johnny.”

You don’t remember falling asleep. One moment you were listening to the music softly playing still from the speakers, to the even sound of Johnny breathing. And then you’re woken by the sound of your phone ringing while the sky outside is still a dim shade of gray.

Your phone’s in the pocket of the shorts on the floor, so you fumble around for a moment before finally fishing them out of the pocket. You stab at the button to answer the call, squinting against the brightness of the screen.

“Hello?” You mumble into the phone.

Johnny shifts beside you, his hand sliding over your belly where the sweatshirt has ridden up through the night. His thumb touches the lacy edge of your panties. You close your eyes and focus on breathing, on listening to whoever’s interrupted your sweet sleep so early in the morning.

“I’ve got some good news.” It’s your boss, the one who makes all of the big calls. “Schedules are cancelled for the day, that’s the official news. The city’s snowed in, so you can stay home today.”

You can’t believe Johnny was right about that. You’ve never had a day where you heard of their schedules being cancelled because of the weather like this, but you accept it, thank him for calling to let you know, and when you end the call, you lie there in the silent darkness of the bedroom.

At some point in the night, the music has ended. It must be very early, with the sky still so dark outside the window, but even in the half-light you can still see snowflakes drifting by.

Johnny’s fingers twitch on your belly, his pinky finger stroking along the top edge of your panties. You turn your head to look at him.

His eyes are still closed, but you can tell that he’s awake.

“Who was that?” He asks after a few moments, his voice soft and rough at the same time, drenched with sleep.

“You were right. The day’s schedules are cancelled.” You lay your hand over his. You’re half-tempted to move it just because it’s driving you to distraction, but at the same time you don’t want him to stop touching you like this.

“Mm, perfect.” Johnny opens one eye to look at you. “Now we can just sleep for the rest of the morning. Stay in bed.”

You want that. There’s nothing you want more right now than to stay here in bed with Johnny. “I should probably go let the other boys know. Tell them to turn off their alarms. To stay inside today where it’s warm.”

The tip of his pinky makes it just beneath the edge of your panties. Your nipples are hard, and you’re glad you’re wearing the sweatshirt so he can’t tell how just this tiny touch is affecting you so greatly. But it’s something in the way he’s looking at you right then--his bottom lip caught beneath his teeth, his eyes on your parted lips--that tells you that somehow he already knows how aroused you are.

You almost close your thighs, squeeze your legs together to do something about that burning need rising between your legs. But your one leg is still draped over Johnny’s, your calf against his. And when you move it just a little, the friction of your skin against his has Johnny breathing more deeply.

There’s a buzz running under your skin, zipping through your veins, and in the moment you forget everything else but that feeling and Johnny making you feel it.

Your hand covers his on your belly, and you apply just the lightest amount of pressure. His fingers slide so eagerly into your panties.

His breath sounds unsteady, and you’re sure yours does too.

“I’m gonna be so honest right now,” he tells you, his voice barely more than a breath. “I’m so hard, baby. The second you made that little whimper, shit, I felt lightheaded.” You don’t know what whimper he’s talking about, but you don’t care. His fingertips are edging lower and lower inside your panties and in a second he’ll be touching your clit and that’s all you want right now. You almost buck up into his touch.

You grip his wrist before he can, and Johnny freezes. “We don’t have any music,” you tell him.

Johnny smiles. “Guess you’ll just have to try to keep quiet then, won’t you?”

“Guess you should kiss me again then.” You reply, and Johnny’s only too pleased to satisfy that request.

The moment his mouth is on yours, he’s dipping his fingers lower, his middle finger touching your clit, and he gasps lightly as he feels the heat of your wetness coating his fingers. You can’t believe you’re doing this with Johnny.

He rolls closer, and as he does you can feel his erection against your thigh.

“You want me to finger you, baby?” His words flow over your lips, swallowed right down by your eagerness. You nod. “I want to hear you say it.”

A new wave of heat bursts in your belly at Johnny’s dominant tone. “I want your fingers, Johnny.”

He smiles as he kisses you now, pressing his long middle finger inside you in a way that would have you loudly gasping except for his mouth sealed over yours. Johnny curls his finger just right, his palm smoothly moving against your clit as he thrusts his finger inside you, soon adding a second then a third.

You’re openly panting and moaning into his mouth as he fucks you on his fingers. His other arm is wrapped around your back, bracing you against him as he works you quickly toward an orgasm. His erection is against your thigh, and occasionally you notice him grinding against you, thrusting forward to help with what he needs. But most of his attention is on you, making you feel good.

It’s still some time before dawn when Johnny brings you tumbling over the edge of your climax. Your thighs close around his arm, his fingers still pumping inside you, and you bite his tongue as you cum, and that just makes him moan.

You’re still shaking from the ecstasy when you break the kiss to drop your head to his shoulder, your breath coming out in shaky puffs.

Johnny kisses your forehead, his damp fingers pull out, slipping out of your panties to rest against your thigh, the other hand strokes your lower back, a relaxing weight keeping you resting against him. You try to move a hand down, wanting to touch him too, but Johnny makes a noise.

“You don’t have to.” His damp fingers close around your wrist. “I’m fine.”

“You’re still hard.” You raise your knee a little so your thigh brushes against where his dick is still full in his underwear.

His eyes flutter for a moment, his hips grinding forward.

You lift a hand to touch his hair, tugging lightly to bring his lips to yours as you tilt your head back. “Let me make you feel good, too, Johnny.”

Johnny slides his body over yours smoothly, his body bracketed perfectly by your thighs. You tangle your arms behind his neck, kissing him like your life depends on it as he grinds against you through your panties.

You can feel him very clearly now. Every inch of him. You wish he was inside you, stretching you wide open, filling you deeply with his length. You kiss him and trace all of those desires against his tongue. Your heart pounds with that desire, breath racing and your nails rake down his back as he picks a good rhythm. You’re going to cum again, you already know it.

“Fuck,” Johnny mumbles into the kiss. “I wish I could cum inside you.”

“Then fuck me.” You gasp back. “Where are condoms?”

His lips slide from yours, over your jaw to your throat. He groans. “In the drawer over there.” But you can tell from the tightness in his voice, from the broken staccato beat of his movements that he’s close, that he probably won’t be able to hold back much longer. Why wait? Why risk putting a pause on this if it might just ruin his orgasm?

You shake your head, tangle your fingers in his hair, guide his lips back to yours. Next time. He can fuck you next time. Right now you just want him to cum; you want him to get you to cum a second time.

A hoarse groan builds in the back of his throat, and Johnny thrusts one last time before he freezes, his cock twitching in his underwear, right against you. You can feel the wet heat of him spreading through the material right against you, and you buck your hips up, chasing your own orgasm even if it means grinding against Johnny’s sensitive cock as he comes down from his high.

Johnny’s mouth feels so soft against yours when you kiss this time as your orgasm crashes through you. Lazy kisses, bodies intertwined. Johnny doesn’t move from between your thighs, just holding himself above you, kissing you slowly and softly.

Morning is breaking outside, though with the heavy winter weather, there’s not too much of a difference visually.

Eventually Johnny moves away, his hand slides up under your sweatshirt, just touching your bare skin as you both tuck yourself against each other and catch your breath.

It’s still early. You could roll over to fall back asleep, but even as you consider that, you know it’s too late, you’re already wide awake. Johnny knows it too, so after a handful of moments, he kisses you and then sits up.

“I’m going to shower.” He stands out of bed, tugging uncomfortably at his underwear. You can see the damp spot spread over the front of them, and you hide your smile in his pillow. You made him cum in his pants. It’s cute. You close your eyes and replay that moment, Johnny pressed against your like that, the way he’d moved, the way he’d sounded as he came.

When you open your eyes again, he’s gone. The bathroom door is closed, only a thin sliver of light beneath it and the gentle patter of the shower turning on indicating that Johnny’s behind it.

The dorm is still thick with the sound of sleep, so you’re quiet as you redress and creep out of Johnny’s room. You stand to look out the window in the living room. The world outside is covered in thick snow that continues to fall. Your breath fogs the glass.

Taeyong’s the first one up, stumbling out of his room in just shorts and a tshirt, shivering as he walks into the kitchen. He pours himself a glass of water, and when he turns around, he spots you and nearly drops the glass. He swears viciously before realizing it’s you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He covers his mouth. “Did you stay here last night?”

You nod. “The weather got worse and I was really tired, so Johnny insisted that I stay.” Taeyong makes a face that you can’t quite decipher before he hides it. “Your schedules are cancelled for the day, by the way. We’re snowed in.”

Taeyong nods. “In that case, I’m going back to bed.” He disappears back into his bedroom, and once more the dorm falls silent.

A shiver works its way down your spine as you yawn. You’re so tired, but you know you can’t go back to sleep, so you go make yourself a strong cup of coffee, watch the snow and think. You think about how what you did with Johnny was a mistake--it was great and you loved it and you can’t truly bring yourself to regret it, but it was a mistake nonetheless because if it gets out, if this becomes serious or ends badly, then it will reflect horribly on your career, and all of your dreams will be flushed away.

You want Johnny. You love the way he makes you feel. But you know that you shouldn’t indulge.

And for the next several minutes you sway back and forth on that dangerous line of thought--you want him, but you shouldn’t want him. Maybe you should just leave today, go home, and the next time you see him pretend that the events of last night and this morning never happened. Maybe he’ll forget you’re the Cinderella he spent months searching for.; maybe that was all just a fun game for him anyway, and he’ll lose interest now that he’s found you.

By the time the coffee finishes brewing, you hear the sound of movement in Johnny’s room as he leaves the shower. You pour yourself a mug, another one for him, and then you knock carefully (to not spill the coffees) on his door before opening it.

Johnny’s sitting in bed again, but when he sees you, he sits up and runs his fingers through his hair.

“Feel better?” you ask him, standing there beside his bed as you offer him one of the coffees. He nods and sips at his coffee, and you look over at the window again, at the steadily falling snow. "I guess I still need to figure out some way to get home.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Johnny murmurs into his coffee. “You can stay here. Stay right here.” He lifts his face out of his mug just long enough to grab your hand and pull you down to sit on his bed. He doesn’t let go of your hand.

You say his name in a warning tone, but it just makes him smile.

“What?” His thumb rubs gently over your knuckles. “Cinderella kept running away from the Prince because she was scared of her stepmother and stepsisters, right? Well, the Prince found her and they lived happily ever after. I like you. I liked you before I knew you were my Cinderella from Halloween. Finding that out last night or this morning or whatever, that’s just a bonus. I like you in case what we did earlier didn’t make that obvious, and if you like me too, well we can find a way to be together even if our wicked company tries their best to keep it from happening.”

You feel very warm all of a sudden, possibly its the coffee or the bulky sweater Johnny had let you borrow, or it could very well be that he’s confessing to you. Confessing in such a cheesy manner, too. He has feelings for you. For you, not for the Cinderella fantasy version of you.

You push the sleeves of the sweater up your arms, trying to cool down some.

“Johnny.” You know that nothing good can come of what he’s suggesting.

“Don’t say my name like that,” he says softly. “Don’t say it like it’s a no. Don’t say it like you want me but you can’t. We already started down this path, so don’t turn your back on this, please. Say my name like you agree with me, like you like me too.”

“Johnny.” This time you put your longing for him behind those two syllables. You try your best to make it sound like a yes.

You want Johnny. You want this to work. And if he believes in it, then you want to too. But you won’t let this affect your dream. You’ll have Johnny and you’ll have your dream job too. You can figure it out as you go.

Johnny grins. “Yeah, that sounds much better.” He takes a drink of his coffee again, watching you over the lip of the mug, then says, “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“Coffee is hardly breakfast, Johnny. Please tell me that you know that.” You groan, prying the coffee mug out of his hands.

He shrugs and grins, watching as you sit his mug and your own on his bedside table. And then he reaches for you, pulling you into his lap so you’re face-to-face. Johnny kisses you slowly, deeply, and when he pulls away, he murmurs, “All I know for now is that you’re my mysterious Cinderella, you’re wearing my sweater, I can still smell you in my sheets, and we have no plans for the rest of the day. If you’d like, I’d love to make you cum again.”

Oh God, you think to yourself, what have you gotten yourself into?

a/n: so months and months ago back when I was accepting requests based off a prompt list, someone sent me a prompt for Johnny to use both “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” and “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.” and thus this was born

I wouldn’t have taken so long to write this, and I’m really really sorry to the original requester (especially since I know I’ve messaged them and let them know it would take a while, but damn I don’t think either of us thought it would take this long, and I checked and they haven’t been active on their blog in a while, so now I feel bad) but I got distracted with writing the next part of the poly series (which was Adore You) and then forgot about this for a brief time, and then once I remembered I was deep into working on the poly finale, so I had to focus on it. But now I’ve finished that! And I’ve finished this too, so if the original requester is still around and sees this then I’m sorry it took so long please forgive me! I would tag them, but I’m not entirely sure if they wanted to be tagged in this or not!

#johnny smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #johnny suh smut #johnny fanfic #damn remember way back in the day when I could write and post something that was under 10k?#when was the last time I did that and didn't call it just a drabble?

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