#I love him so much ugggghhh I had no idea

[bugeyedfreaks]

Alright, it’s entirely too late and I shouldn’t even be up but I promise the following tale has a PPG connection, bear with me…

I heard that a sequel to The Wolf Among Us is going to be coming out soon, so I finally bought the first game since I never got around to playing it (and since I’m already a huge fan of Telltale’s other older games). It’s super great, I love it, and I’m glad I’m finally playing it! But I decided to wait through the credits of the third episode to see the voice actors, since Bluebeard sounded a lot like Lee from The Walking Dead (Dave Fennoy, same actor, I was right!)… and noticed “Roger Jackson” credited as Ichabod Crane.

…wait, Roger Jackson?! My beautiful son Mojo Jojo himself?!

Which led me to look it up online in case there was somehow another Roger Jackson I didn’t know about other than my beloved RLJ, and come to find out… yes, it’s him! And he was in The Walking Dead game too?! And I had no idea this whole time?! How is this man always in my favorite media?!

[its-time-to-write]

ugggghhh I love your writing! your style and just voice are outstanding!

could you write something with Jamie and a professional footballer (female reader) who are dating (but no one knows) and they are doing a PR thing for England or some ad campaign? And they have to do silly things and show how much they know about each other (like they have known each other since they were in school and have been friends for a while) but then Keeley catches on or something. Sorry if this doesn't make sense, but essentially it is Jamie and a professional footballer (female reader) relationship, thank you! <3

✌️😗

you’re a mansion with a view

There’s an insistent knocking on the door. It’s who-the-fuck-knows o’clock Jamie has been inside all day, lights off and dealing with a wicked hangover. The pounding on the door syncs up with the pounding in his head, and he Jamie shuffles to open it so the person on the other side can shut up.

He opens it to find you, mid-knock.

“Put a shirt on, Tartt,” you say as you push past him, grocery bag in hand. Jamie looks down. He’s just in his trousers, and for once he’s grateful that it isn’t the other way around.

“Fucking hell, Killer,” he groans. “Shouldn’t you be at training?”

You shake your head, ignoring the fact that he used your football nickname as opposed to your actual name. “Nope. It’s five. Training’s done for the day.”

Jamie follows you to his kitchen. Why you’re walking around like you own the place, he has no idea.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks. “And how do you know where all my stuff is?”

You tap your head. “Our houses have the same layout. I can see yours from across the street, and noticed you haven’t been out in like, a week. That’s a record for you.”

Jamie rubs his face. “Fucking hell,” he says again. “So why are you here?”

You turn around from the fridge. “Figured you haven’t had a decent meal besides vanilla vodka.” You make a face. “Disgusting. Just because you’re not playing football doesn’t mean you can neglect nutrition, Tartt.”

“I ain’t neglecting my nutrition,” he replies. “Just…” he trails off.

You smirk. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought. The great Jamie Tartt, drowning his sorrows in vanilla vodka and becoming a couch potato. You haven’t even had any women ‘round to numb the sting. That’s new.”

You flip on a light to which Jamie groans. You flip it off. “So are you going to put on a shirt, or..?”

“Killer,” Jamie says for the third time, “the fuck are you doing in my house?”

You pretend to be digging in the grocery bag so you don’t have to look at his face.

“Saw your interview,” you reply as nonchalantly as possible. “Thought you might need someone to make sure you haven’t, I don’t know, died.”

Jamie knocks his head against the wall. “Has everyone fucking seen that?” 

You shrug. “Personally, I liked it a lot better than your season of Lust Conquers All. Lot more feeling in that one interview than the whole show, if you ask me.”

“So you saw that,” Jamie comments. This is far too many words for the headache he has.

“Yup.” 

“And you’re still here.”

“Uh huh.”

Jamie is at a loss for words. Everyone else has left him because of that fucking tv show, where he acted like the worst version of himself and didn’t even fucking win.

Doesn’t make sense that you, a midfielder from some women’s FC, would be in his house pulling out real food and making sure he’s alright.

For a moment, Jamie feels bad that he can’t remember what team you play for.

He thinks that this goes beyond neighborly duties. Sure, you live across the street from him and you’ve seen each other at various events, but this is probably the first real conversation you’ve ever had. He has no idea what to make of it.

He asks, “Why do you care?” then immediately cringes at the harsh tone of his voice.

You slam the fridge door harder than you anticipate, making you both jump.

“Because,” you say, then you sigh. 

“Footballer life off the pitch sucks sometimes. I wish someone had checked on me.”

“I ain’t a footballer,” Jamie points out, vaguely remembering something about your name in some less-than-friendly headline.

You roll your eyes. “Whatever you say, Tartt.”

—

Five months later, you’re at some random football pitch in your full kit and far more makeup than you’d wear to a match. 

Some magazine is doing some profile on different footballers, taking photos with different men and women from all kinds of teams together. You’re not sure why you, a midfielder, are here with Tartt, a striker.

You’re not complaining.

“Oi, Tartt,” you call, “how does it feel to be scored on by a girl?”

(The photographer wanted some action shots of you and Jamie playing 1 v 1.)

Jamie scoffs. “My masculinity ain’t fragile, Killer. Just lucky you didn’t break any of my bones.” He says the words carefully, as if they’re unfamiliar to his tongue and he wants to get them just right.

“You know I have a name, right?” you ask, breathing hard. You’ve dribbled the ball back to Jamie and are standing practically forehead to forehead. “Like, a real actual name that you’re allowed to use?”

Jamie grins and drops his voice to a near-whisper, “Oh I know how to use your name, love.”

You shiver, trapped in his gaze for a minute. 

The spell is broken as the photographer shouts, “Alright loves, let’s stage some of you two together.”

You both turn to jog to the sidelines, where she begins posing you. 

“Wow,” she remarks, “you two have great chemistry. Usually I have to tell you footballers to act like you like each other.”

Jamie grins and knocks his shoulder into yours. “Hear that, Killer?” he asks, “She thinks we have good chemistry.”

You roll your eyes and feign annoyance. “Be professional, Tartt.”

The photographer asks, “How long have you known each other?”

You and Jamie say, “Two years,” in perfect unison.

“My goodness,” she laughs, “you two are just in sync today! How’d you meet?” You say, “we’re neighbors,” at the same time Jamie says, “at a party.”

You both look at each other. “We met because we live across the street from each other,” you say.

Jamie shakes his head, “No, we met a week before you moved in at a party.”

“What party?” you ask. “Pretty sure I would’ve remembered meeting you.”

“Nah,” Jamie replies, “You were too busy getting sloshed with your teammates while they all hit on Keeley.” 

You scrunch your nose. “Was I sloshed?”

“Yep,” Jamie says. “Properly. It was the end of the season, so makes sense.”

“Weird,” you reply. “My first memory of you is when you tried to break into my house because you were too busy snogging this model to figure out you were on the wrong side of the street.”

“Oi, it could happen to anyone!” Jamie says defensively.

“Sure,” you laugh. “Happens to me all the time.”

You reach out to steal the football that’s tucked under Jamie’s arm, but he’s too quick for you. 

“Give it!” you say, still laughing.

He holds it above your head. “Give what?” he asks innocently. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You’re jumping and trying to pull his arm down to where you can reach and are almost successful when he tosses it to his other hand.

“No fair!” you cry, “You’re taller than me!”

Jamie grins. “Oh, you want the football then? Maybe try asking nicely.”

You still. “Jamie,” you begin, “could you please give me the football?”

He’s still holding it high above you as he considers. “Hm.” He pretends to think for a moment. “No.” He breaks away from you and kicks it into the goal across the field.

“You can have it now,” he says when he returns. You’re trying so hard to be mad at him, but he has that silly little grin he gets when he’s trying to make you laugh and you just can’t fake a frown.

“Screw you, Tartt,” you laugh.

Jamie raises an eyebrow and opens his mouth to reply when he’s cut off by the photographer.

“You two get along really well,” she says. “I think you’d be cute together.”

You blush and Jamie says, “I fucking hope so. She’s my girlfriend. Oi, d’you want a picture of us kissing?”

“No she doesn’t,” you say.

“Yes she does,” Jamie says. “We’re fucking adorable, babe. Football’s power couple. Behind Posh and Becks, of course,” he says as an afterthought. 

“Fine,” you say, “One. Then I’m getting that football and your ass is grass, Tartt.”

Jamie grins. “Fine by me, love.”

He leans in to kiss you but you pull away at the last second, sprinting toward the football still under the goalposts. Did he really think you were going to play fair?

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

My completely OOC headcanon is that Will is actually a really great and interactive professor. We don't ever really get to see him in the middle of a teaching session where he doesn't have so much shit going on in his life or someone else waiting to talk to him.

You could argue that in the first episode when it seems like he's bored and frustrated giving his lecture that he hadn't seen Jack right away, but what if dude was just having a bad day? What if Will is one of the best teachers at Quantico and he just really fucking dislikes interacting with the staff? He was just tired and wanted to get through that lecture that day but then Jack showed up and Will knew it was probably about his "imagination" so he was just feeling ugggghhh.

And yeah there's other instances of it seeming like Will is dismissive of his students, I get that, but pretty much after that meeting with Jack he was being put into the field that (at that point didn't quite yet fully excite him and) plagued him with nightmares and stress and headaches.

That girl that came up to him after class to ask a question? Most days he would've put down his papers and asked what she needed, but (I don't remember who exactly was waiting to talk to him then) someone was waiting to talk to him, and he had a "disinterested profiler" persona to uphold if he wanted to not be forced around. So he ignored her.

And the other times we see him teaching? Well he's trying to figure out what Hannibal means to him and how to care for Abigail and who the copycat and all these killer of the week murderers are, and that's enough to make even the brightest professors seem a little lackluster, especially given that when we see these moments, Jack or Hannibal tend to be watching.

But I love the idea that Professor Graham is a good professor who will go on random rants and show pictures of his dogs and maybe he doesn't make the effort to learn every student's name and face because that is a little too social for Will Graham, but during those lectures if you have questions and you seem genuine well that's exciting for him!

[saffron1022]

Good lord the shit I’ve been through with Chris. From him not making up his mind about me, to standing me up at attending his church (full meltdown happened btw), to now we just cuddle occasionally. He finally admitted to me being a friend of his, and he’s been working on being nicer. He’s also been working on communicating better, specifically apologizing for his anger. I love that for him. I think the thing that bothers me the most, is the realization I had. One that I need to constantly remind myself. Chris will never be able to fill the gaping hole of neediness. Only I can overcome my co dependency. Even if that was just the only issue, no female will ever be good enough for him. He has so much hurt, anger and trust issues. I could definitely see a prosperous relationship between the two of us. It drives me insane. I’ve been trying not to think about it as much. It’s getting easier, but it’s hardest when I just want him so badly. When I see him laugh or smile, his curls I love so much, he is beautiful glowing eyes…plus I can hold him! Like I can actually wrap myself around him or sleep on him comfortably! Sometimes I wish I could just grab his face and kiss him! UGGGGHHH mf has no idea how much I like him. It’s so aggravating! It’s so funny how I have to tell him I don’t like him. It’s annoying having to lie like that. I mean he knows I do, but he doesn’t know how much. Sometimes I feel like he wouldn’t know what a decent relationship would be like if it just smacked him in the face. At the same time though, I wouldn’t want any relationship to ruin my friendship with him. Oh the complications of having feelings. Joy.

[aetheternity]

If you’re making a butchered character roundup, Venti needs to be at the top. The fandom takes this deeply traumatized kind playful and free-spirited god who loves his lost friend, his nation and his people, and has saved Mondstadt from Decarabian, Durin, Ursa the Drake, The Lawrence clan, and Stormterror- to “ehe useless drunkard who can’t take anything seriously” And they call Barbara dense 🙄

Everyone on my page knows Venti is my baby but I'll be honest if I really talked about how badly the fandom treats him I'd never shut up. You can always tell the difference between Venti stans and fanon Venti stans.

Also Also I'm gonna say it: Venti being an alcoholic really isn't funny. I don't really like how it's handled in game and I don't like how the fandom acts like it's so tee hee funny funny. Like no he's drinking his feelings whenever he has the mora to do so or whenever he can sneak a glass. Poor baby stays smiling and I just wonder how many nights he's spent sobbing his eyes out with a bottle in hand because constantly being the happy go lucky person can not possibly stay when he's truly alone with his thoughts.

And another thing about his lost friend the only time I ever see anyone bring him up is to debate that he was fifteen. God forbid we talk about how deeply pained and how influential this beautiful person must have been to Venti for him to recreate his body exactly and then live the rest of his life making sure people never forget this person who he loved with all of his heart. But yeah sure let's start another stupid age debate that holds zero water because Venti is his own person no matter if he recreated his friends body or not.

And I find it extremely uncomfortable how the fandom seems to think he just took over his friends dead corpse and has been animating the thing for who even knows how long. Like do they realize how fucked up that is??

Not to mention the blatant disregard for Venti's incredibly soft heart. He saved Traveler's life despite knowing nothing about them outside of they stole anemo power from the seven and then disrupted his talk with Dvalin. He freed Stanley from the turmoil of carrying his friends soul along with him everywhere. He gave Dvalin, Mondstadt and Vanessa freedom, He created an entire city for his people to populate in, He calls his people his children. He's honestly the sweetest guy and anyone would be so lucky to have a Venti in their life.

People never talk about all of the good the archons have done for their nations and themselves outside of Nahida and it makes my blood boil. It's always "they didn't tell Traveler about their sibling!" Like it does actually make perfect sense that Nahida is the only one with actual information you dumbasses!! Nahida has a link to what is basically Teyvat's database! What do the other archons have their own SIGHT. Venti was probably asleep when the sibling came through his nation, I have no idea what Zhongli might have been doing and Ei wasn't even paying attention to her goddammed nation! She had a puppet running the show.

Let me stop ranting because I'm already starting to shake again. I just wish this fandom didn't look at everything at face value. I want more people to see the Venti that me and other Venti stans have fallen in love with. He deserves so much. Like most people don't even fully understand why Venti doesn't run his nation even though he EXPLAINS IT TO THE TRAVELER IN GAME.

Ugggghhh ok I'm done.

[actualbird]

hey here are some assorted marius/luke ideas that swam around in my head today

wc: 1.3k

contents: 2 of these r kindaaaa smut ideas (and they r marked in the subheader) but i dont put anything detailed explicit, read at ur own risk and choice ig

luke pearce's love language is beating up everybody in stellis who even looks at marius wrong

sorta comedy fic where everybody marius even offhandedly mentions is giving him a hardtime mysteriously ends up in the hospital like, the day after he brings it up.

nobodys dead! but after that person recovers, they keep a wide wide berth from marius, shudders to even think of crossing him again lest that terrifying red eyed force of nature comes back for them and finishes the job.

and marius is like Yeah, Okay, I Think I Know Who's Doing This because luke isnt subtle LMAO. marius is endeared that luke responds to his flirting by blushing and leaving the room immediately but anytime marius is like "ugggghhh, [insert poor shmuck] is really on my ass," luke's expression goes dark. next day, the said poor shmuck in the hospital from both shoulders dislocated, like luke is leaving injured dickbags on marius' doorstep much like a cat would do but this cat is a tad unhinged.

marius eventually confronts luke like "babe, i really appreciate it, but also stop, and can we kiss?" and then they kiss and luke promises to hurt ppl a little bit less.

.....just a smidge.

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(kinda smut) au where marius is a model and luke is a photographer

comedy that turns into smut maybe because i cant stop thinking about SR Dreams Of Thebes. i want sexy hot model marius and every single photoshoot hes ever done has had him in some state of undress. when he accepts jobs hes like "can my tits be out? even just slightly?" and if hes told no hes like "awwww, boring! thanks for the offer but i'll pass."

luke is the photographer and hes a very good photographer that marius has worked with a LOT. because mc handles the projects luke does and is friends with marius and a lot of her projects just so happen to need a slutty mcthot, so they collab very often.

theyve worked together so much to the point that luke seems to be used to marius being Like That (gorgeous and on display and making bedroom eyes RIGHT AT LUKE and luke has to always remind him "eyes on the camera, not on me!") and marius is like WHYYYY WHYYYY DOESNT HOT PHOTOGRAPHER LUKE PEARCE SUCCUMB TO MY NUBILE CHARMSSSSS

he complains to mc and shes like there there ya big baby. and she pointedly does not tell marius that whenever a shot finishes up, luke goes home IMMEDIATELY, as he is very flustered. it's honestly impressive how unaffected luke makes himself seem because once marius is getting dressed luke is like "I HAVE TO GO" and mc has a suspicion that luke, er, lets out his frustrations the moment he gets home.

she does not tell marius because this is very entertaining. but also because these two are idiots and if theyre gonna get together, they should be the ones doing the work. shes setting up the situations already, the least they could do is actually talk smh

eventually they do talk. but in a convoluted setup where marius asks luke to do a, er, private photoshoot for him. cue sensual photography at marius' art studio (he still paints in this au) where marius starts off fully clothed!! but after every 10 pics hes like okay lets take this off and this off and thiiiiiissss

luke pearce: //horny grip

and then they bang about it

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(kinda smut) marius: should i be turned on by that? probably not. will that stop me? definitely not.

smut fic. luke very viciously dispatches a person who tried to hurt marius and marius is like "well mark me down as scared and horny" and they bang about it----wait, hold up. i can do this. in my bodyguard au verse. penning THAT down in my possible extras fics HAHA.

but yeah luke is like "WAIT, WHY??? WHY IS THIS WHAT GETS U HOT AND BOTHERED??? (in addition to literally everything else that gets you hot and bothered, it's a very long list, like, luke could just be stretching in the morning and marius wants to pounce)." marius like "why r u complaining, u get my hot bod, i get ur hot bod, this is a win win situation" and honestly! luke cant argue with that!

and so they bang about it

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it is nacho lucky day

comedy fic AGAIN sorta recycled from a fic i was writing for a prev fandom. marius is off to a movie date with luke when he gets kidnapped which, worrying!

but these kidnappers are hugely incompetent and marius is hugely just sorry for them and tries to tell them "guys, really, let me go. i can see you're not actually up for this and also, uh, not great at it! and i can help you guys out a little bit. but you should deffo let me go because i was on my way to a date and you do not wanna make my boyfriend mad. SERIOUSLY. IM TRYING TO SAVE YOU GUYS."

and the kidnappers r like nope not happening.

cue Luke Pearce Raven swooping in, knives blazing, and marius is like "BABE, NO, STOP, THEY DIDNT HURT ME AT ALL AND ALSO THEYRE STUPID" and luke is like "oh okay!" //drops the terrified kidnapper who he was holding up against the wall by his collar. luke whisks marius off to their date after a stern "dont you dare do that again" to the kidnappers.

and then marius and luke go get their nachos and watch that stupid movie together

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can we get some neko and dog boys in here? can we PLEASE get some neko and boys in here?

crack treated seriously, comedy, everything is normal but for some whatever reason, marius and luke wake up one day with some new parts. marius has got kitty ears and a tail, luke has got fluffy pointed dog ears and tail.

they are not dating, still pining in this fic, and luke is in agony because every time marius talks to him or even LOOKS AT HIM, luke cant stop his tail from wagging vigorously. at some point, luke just turns to look at his butt and scolds his tail "can you PLEASE STOP GIVING ME AWAY????"

the tail does not listen

marius is mostly unaffected because hes always been an attention whore and whatever emotions the new parts give away were already pretty obvious. he is a bit embarrassed tho that his ears perk up WAYYYY too excited whenever luke walks into a room like. come on, hes tryna be SEXY ALOOF.

actually, to add onto the comedy, mc curiously brings a laser pointer to hq and is like. "huh, i wonder if this will work on you guys."

marius: psssshhhh, i doubt it

luke: yeah, the new parts havent given us any behavioral changes or anything so---

mc: //turns on the laser pointer

marius and luke: //IMMEDIATELY BOLT TO THE FUCKING WALL TO PAP PAP PAP IT

the chaos leads to luke and marius colliding, resulting in them on a heap on the floor, marius on top of luke. theyre having a moment, eyes dart to each others' lips and---

laser pointer at the wall, marius frigging SCRAMBLES TO CATCH IT. luke very softly whining because NOOOOO, COME BACK, I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU

they get their acts together soon tho and they still have the animal parts and when they cuddle, luke's tail is wagging and marius' tail is swishing contentedly and is marius purring? oh god thats so cute luke is going to die

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i have a lot of thoughts

[missdawnandherdusk]

Just A Kiss

Draco X Reader

Drabble Request: @gryffindors-weasley​: a first kiss with Draco

A/n: this is so cute, my lord. I don’t know where it came from but get ready for fluff and cuteness and ugggghhh. I’m also pretty sure that this is gender neutral but don't hold me to it if it isn’t.  I love you all! Let me know what you think!

“This is stupid,” Draco muttered as I dragged him up to the Astrology tower in the dead on the night.

“No, it’s not,” I argued, grinning. “It’s not every day that Jupiter and Saturn align like this! And on Christmas no less!” I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled through my lips.

“Don’t see why that’s my problem,” He sulked as we entered the moonlit tower.

“Will you at least pretend to enjoy it?” A small pout fell on my lips as I took his hands, glancing up through my eyelashes.

“Fine, fine, let’s go see your Christmas star,” He dragged me to the nearest railing without my prompting, knowing exactly where it was in the sky. I caught the smile that played on his lips as we looked up at the stars.

“You’re excited about this as I am!” I accused, poking his side, eliciting a laugh from him.

“Am not!” He refuted, trying not to laugh further. “It’s late and cold and I’d rather be in bed right now dreaming of sugar plums,” He failed at scowling, the light in his eyes playing with the stars.

“I’m sure,” I rolled my eyes, standing at the railing again to watch the stars.

He came up behind me, wrapping me in his arms, his head atop of mine. I sought his warmth and leaned back into him, intertwining my gloved hands with his.

“Happy Christmas, darling” He murmured, warming me for another reason, from the inside. 

“Happy Christmas,” I turned, looking up at him.

His closeness caused my heart to patter in my chest, and my cheeks to flush red. Maybe he missed it from the cold that chilled our noses, or perhaps it was the same reason that he was flushed. I could see something in his eyes. Some sort of plan, a calculation. His eyes darted to mine, then to my lips and I had a good idea of what he was thinking.

We had been on this edge for a while. So close to a first kiss then one of us would back out, both too shy to act on it. But this was suddenly different. In the cold, not so white Christmas, under a planetary conjunction that only happened once every 800 years, it had to be different.

My tongue darted between my lips, pulling my bottom one back to catch between my teeth. Draco watched the entire action, his parted lips fanning my face with the warmth of his breath. Butterflies fluttered anxiously in my chest. The moment was suspended in forever.

“Are you gonna kiss me or not?” I blurted out, to both of our surprises. My eyes widened. “I—I only mean that—” I started to stammer out but not for long, because Draco found a pretty solid way to shut me up.

His lips pressed against mine, his hands cradling my face. I relaxed under his touch and the softness of his lips. I felt the chill of his nose against my cheek as we stood there under the Christmas star figuring out how to kiss. It was slow and languid. There was a pleasant twisting in my chest that begged for more. For warmth and him consuming every one of my senses. Pressed against him as one of his hands came to my waist holding me there, warmth spread through me from my toes to my fingertips.

We parted softly, just millimeters apart.

“Took you long enough,” I muttered playfully.

He laughed, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“I had to make sure it was perfect,” He noted, his gloved thumb stroking my cheek. “It’s not every day you get to do your first kiss,”

“So, you did want to see this star,” I grinned victoriously. “And you whined the entire way up here,”

“It wasn’t all about the star, love,” He mused. “But I knew you in the moonlight, pressed against me because it was cold, eyes shining like a kid on Christmas... it would be a moment I wouldn’t forget. A moment that I couldn’t say no to.”

“Sap,” I accused, nuzzling my nose to his.

“But it works,” His smile influenced mine.

“It does,”

“Now, as much as I’d love to spend all night up here with you under the stars, it is cold, and Christmas eve, so why don’t we head back inside?”

“Can’t handle a little cold Malfoy?” I smirked.

“You’re shivering, darling,” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Just have to be right, don’t you?” I muttered, causing him to chuckle and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

Draco really must have planned the entire evening out, because in the common room a warm fire was in the hearth and there were two mugs of tea on the coffee table by the loveseat that was draped in blankets. The entire thing was lit by the crackling fire and the fairy lights that lit up the tree and garland about the room.

I paused, taking in the beauty of the room, my chill momentarily forgotten as Draco helped me out of my cloak.

“Are you coming?” Draco rose his eyebrow at me, offering my hand. 

“You... did all of this for me?” I was awestruck.

His gaze fell to the floor, as he smiled, embarrassed. “Might have been plan b,” He admitted. “If I lost my nerve in the tower...”

“Draco,” A soft laugh fell from my lips as I wrapped my arms around him. His hands reflexively went to my waist. “It’s perfect. Plan b or not, it’s still the nicest thing that anyone has done for me,”

“You deserve the world,” His earnest words made me melt. “I just want to give it to you. And I know it’s not much, and someone else could give you more but—”

It had worked earlier to shut up my doubting voice, and now with my lips pressed against his, Draco had no room to doubt himself. My fingers curled into the ends of his hair now that they were freed from gloves. The warmth that cradled me from the room met the fire that grew inside, wanting nothing more than to prove to Draco that I didn’t want anyone else and what he did was more than enough for me.

Our second kiss was just as memorable as our first one, but now that we were inside and there was no reason to stop, we didn’t. We were allowed to chase that feeling of want and warmth with soft purrs and gentle sounds. I ended up on top of Draco on one of the sofas, my senses now completely dominated by thoughts of him.

“Love,” He called, pulling away begrudgingly.

I hummed a response, my eyes staying closed, nuzzling my nose to his. Butterflies still fluttered happily in my chest.

“People will be down in a few hours for Christmas morning,” He sounded as disappointed as I felt. I must have made a face because he laughed. “Another time, I promise.” He tucked my hair behind my ear, “There’s no rush, I’m not going anywhere for a long time,”

I smiled at his words. “Thank you... for plan a and plan b. It was more than I could have asked for,”

“Not too overdone?” Doubt still seeded in his voice.

“It was perfect,” I affirmed. “You’re perfect,” I settled onto his chest, tracing abstract lines onto his cashmere sweater. Draco reached for a blanket and pulled it around my shoulders, covering us both.

“Goodnight my love,” He murmured softly.

“Night Dray,”

Draco had mentioned earlier of dreaming of sugar plum fairies, and now they led me into sleep. The security of his arms kept me warm. Thousands of stars danced in my dreams, and Draco led

the dance, pulling me into his arms, and deeper into the dream. A smile and kiss promised on his lips.

I was gently jostled, pulling me from the dream as my eyes barely fluttered open, somewhere between dream and reality.

“Shhh,” Draco hushed softly. “Just heading to bed, you’re alright,”

I smiled and closed my eyes, only clinging to consciousness long enough to curl into Draco’s arms as he tucked us into the comfort of his bed. I faintly felt a kiss pressed to my forehead before I slipped under again.

It was easy to say that Draco and I slept in longer than most that Christmas morning, already having the perfect Christmas the night before.

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[beatlebachelor]

May I? : Cedric diggory x reader

summary: your Cedrics best friend and you begin to realise your genuine feelings for him after he enters the Tri-wizard tournament only to find out he feels the same. hufflepuff reader!

Warnings: possibly fluffy?

Word count: 2,257

Y/N - your name

Y/E/C - your eye colour

This is my first time writing one of these so if there is any way you think i could improve please feel free to give suggestions!

Its Monday morning, 9:10 to be precise, me and my friends Cedric, Hermione, Harry and Ron were all sat down having breakfast in the great hall. Despite the fact me and Cedric were in Hufflepuff and the other three were Gryffindor we always sat together. Cedric was two years older than us and did get teased about hanging out with third years but it didn’t bother him, he enjoyed our company. I often hoped he favoured mine especially.

After everyone had finished their food Dumbledore stood up to do his weekly Monday morning speech, but it felt different this morning. “Is that Bartemius Crouch?” Hermione inquired. “Who?” Harry said cautiously. As Hermione went to answer she was quickly interrupted by Dumbledore as his voice bellowed through to the other side of the hall.  

“Today, I get to announce something very special and to help me we have Sir Bartemius Crouch from The Ministry of Magic. Hogwarts has been selected to host a famous wizarding event. The Tri-Wizard Tournament!” suddenly there were many whistles, cheers and whispers coming from all four tables, me and Cedric looked at each other in immense delight but everything suddenly stopped when Dumbledore spoke again. “There have been some new rules put in place this year to ensure more safety for our students, after all this is a very dangerous competition. Sir Bartemius Crouch, if you will” a few small whispers formed from different areas of the hall. Ron whispered to us all “if any of you enter this competition ill be praying for you, this tournament is the real thing, so many people that have entered this died just from the first round” What Ron said shook me up a little, part of me knew that Cedric would give into whatever temptation he had to enter.

After all the whispers had finished Bartemius walked up to stand beside Dumbledore. He pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket where he had obviously written a speech. The room began to feel slightly tense. “From this year onward those who enter and compete in the Tri-wizard tournament must be at least 17 years old-” He was suddenly cut off by the majority of the hall shouting and screaming at him. Me, Harry, Hermione and Ron weren't phased by the new rule. None of us were of age anyway and if we were we wouldn’t have entered. Cedric however appeared to be very pleased with himself, he was 17, he could compete, he wasn’t my boyfriend or anything but id known him for ages. What if he entered and got hurt, I don’t want to stop him from doing something he is interested in though because that wouldn’t be fair.

When we all left the hall I went straight to dark arts, I didn’t speak a word to Cedric in fear that if I did I would just break down and cry. I didn’t want to ruin anything for him because I could tell from the look in his eyes that he wanted to win that cup, and if he wanted it then I would want it for him. After all I was his closest friend, friend... that never felt nice to say.

In dark arts I could barely focus, all I could think about was if I liked Cedric, I had known him for so long and never thought about whether how I felt about him was more than just friendship. I mean would it be so bad if I liked him? I couldn’t get him out of my head. UGGGGHHH this is so frustrating. The thought always did cross my mind about how perfect his face was, everything about him in fact, I couldn’t think of a single flaw no matter how hard I tried.

By the time lunch came I still hadn't made up my mind on if I actually fancied Cedric, I mean come on, am I really going to be like every other girl in this school and fall for his charm. And as if he’d ever like me back, by the looks of it he’s probably into one of the Beaxbatons Academy girls just like the rest of the boys in this place. In all fairness it is rather enjoyable to watch them walk, how do they always look like they are floating? Besides the point! Hopefully I'm just unwell, surely that’s the only explanation.

I went straight back to the common room, anything to avoid Cedric, even if it was missing lunch. However, it appeared my plan to avoid Cedric had failed when I walked in to see him sat on the sofa next to the fire. Just him, no one else. “Are you ok?” I asked with a shake in my voice. “Y/N I wanted to talk to you. We have been friends for ages which is why I want your opinion, I trust you” I felt a small flutter of butterflies in my stomach and proceeded to say “you trust me? I mean emm what is it?” that made me feel rather embarrassed. “Well, I was thinking of entering the Tri-wizard tournament but i know how dangerous it is and idk if I'm capable of the magic I will need to protect myself. I also don’t want to hurt anyone if something bad were to happen to me” A horrible feeling formed in my stomach and slowly moved to my throat. The thought of Cedric getting hurt made me feel sick. “Cedric don’t be silly. Your one of the most talented wizards in this whole school and you seriously think you wouldn’t be able to protect yourself. If its what you want then we all want it for you and I will help in whatever way I can to ensure you win” I said that full of confidence, I really did mean it, every word. “Youve always been there for me Y/N, I genuinely don't know what I would do without you” He pulled me in for a hug, I always loved our hugs, my head would always fall in the right place on his chest. He smells so good, almost a musky bark smell with a hint of vanilla. I wondered if he thought the same.

A week passed and it was time for the champions on the Tri-wizard tournament to be announced. First the champion of Beaxbatons, Fleur Delacour. Next the Durmstrang champion, Victor Krum. As the paper for the Hogwarts champion floated down into Dumbledores hand my stomach sunk but then I felt a slight warmth on my hand, I looked down and it was Cedric. He had interlocked his fingers into mine and was gently squeezing them with excitement, I turned to him and smiled he looked directly into my eyes with a slight smirk as his cheeks flushed pink.

Dumbledore read out the name on the paper “And finally the Hogwarts champion is, Cedric Diggory” Cedrics face lit up with pure joy, so did mine, his iridescent blue eyes glistening. He hugged me so tightly for only about 2 seconds, but there it was again, that smell, his scent makes me feel so warm inside. He let go and stood up to go shake Dumbledores hand. Everyone was cheering, mainly the girls, of course it was the girls.

Another week went by and we had been preparing for his first task, dragons, I don’t know what would've happened to Cedric if Harry didn't tip him off. We practised basic spells on how to defend himself against them for hours and hours. Now we would have to see if he remembered them. Whilst in the tent I stayed with Cedric, he asked me to, his words were “your the only one who can keep me calm” After he had picked out his dragon the canon went off, Cedrics eyes glazed over slightly as he turned and gently kissed me on the forehead. He had never done that before, maybe it was just out of nerves. So many thoughts rushed through my head, surely Cedric didn’t like me? By the time I had gathered my thoughts he had already gone. I ran to my place in the audience, right next to Hermione. She asked what took me so long. I didn’t want to tell her but at the same time I did, I gave her a brisk hug and began to watch Cedric in hope that he would succeed and taking the egg.

Cedric managed to complete the first task unharmed within what seemed about 15 minutes. I was so proud of him. When we were all back at the common room I realised I needed to talk to Cedric, about all the hugs and the forehead kiss and most importantly, how I felt, I waited for everyone to head to their rooms and asked Cedric to stay behind. We sat on the sofa with the fire crackling beside us. “I'm so happy you passed the first challenge, I'm really impressed” I paused for a second thinking of how I was meant to say what I needed to say, but then he cut me off. “Y/N, about earlier, when I kissed you on your forehead, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Recently Ive realised how much you mean to me and I don’t want to do anything that your not ok with. I'm sorry if this is forward but I really do like you, its everything about you. Your hair, your smell, your Y/E/C eyes. I'm sorry I sound so stupid right now” A rush of emotions came over me, was I hearing this correctly, did I fall asleep and I'm actually just dreaming. “Cedric, I feel exactly the same, I didn’t want to tell you in case you didn’t feel the same way and then it was too awkward to continue being friends. That’s why I asked you to stay down here with me for a bit” Cedrics cheeks were bright red and he had a happy/embarrassed expression on his face, I could tell mine was doing the exact same. He held onto my hand again, it felt so natural, I usually wasn’t all for the idea of being touched often but when Cedric did it everything felt ok.  

A couple hours passed whilst we were just chatting and even played a game of wizards chess. After I began to get tired he walked me to my room holding my hand all the way. When I got to the door he stopped. ”Y/N would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me” I didn’t even have to think “Yes Cedric, I would” He hugged me and let me go into my room.

We practised for the dance for the next two weeks, it was so fun, we rarely took it seriously but that was what made it even better.

Finally, I hope our practise for the dance was worth while considering I have two left feet. I had just finished getting ready, I wore a flowy light blue dress with a few pale pink and beige tones. As I walked down the stairs I bumped into Hermione. She looked so beautiful, her hair was so perfectly done and she was wearing the prettiest pink dress. Had I not made a big enough effort? We continued to walk down the stairs and I noticed Krum was waiting for Hermione, I couldn’t see Cedric so I stood and waited with them both for a bit. And then, there he was, he looked as handsome as ever in his dress robes, a wide smile formed on his face when he looked at me. He slowly walked over “you look absolutely stunning Y/N” he said whilst gently holding onto both of my hands. “Don't look too shabby yourself” I said with a little giggle, he laughed too, he always did tell me that my laugh was contagious.  

Once everyone was gathered in the great hall the champions and their partners were ordered to enter as we were the first to dance. We took position. Staring into Cedrics eyes as he held onto my waist made me feel as if we were the only two people in the room, I wasn’t worried, in fact I didn’t feel anything but joy. The music began and we set off. The more I continued to look into his eyes the more natural the dancing felt. Every time he lifted me into the air butterflies formed in my stomach, my dream was always to be able to dance in a ball with a gorgeous boy and now, my dream was coming true.

As the night grew longer me and Cedric remained in the hall dancing for hours upon hours. Eventually we sat down “Tonight has been really fun Y/N” he started “i actually have something to ask you, well Ive been meaning to ask it for a while now actually.” There was only one thing on my mind “sure go ahead” Cedric slowly stood up holding my hand causing me to stand up too. He gently moved the hair from out of my face and put it behind my ear and the proceeded to place his hand on my cheek. His hands were so soft, I could feel the warmth on my skin. My heart was beating so fast. I saw him open his mouth as if he was too scared to say what he wanted to. “May I kiss you” he said silently in a slightly shaky voice. I leaned in closer to him, my lips very nearly touching his. “...yes”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

I saw on your blog somewhere that you would have liked to prompt for 221b consolation, what prompt/prompts would you want written?

(UGGGGHHH I accidentally refreshed this window before posting so I lost everything I originally had written, so I’m just… kind of cutting down what I initially wrote and trying to remember what I wrote.)

Hey Nonny!

Oh, I’m not expecting anything at all, and no obligation.  My prompts are more.. snippets of stuff more tuned for longer fics, I think, which is why I don’t usually ever ask because I can’t ask anyone to devote time like that for me. I used to rec the same things because I like seeing other authors’ interpretations of my requests, LOL.

John’s dog tags, I love having them as a symbolic interpretation of John in stories, and there’s far too little of them: Sherlock wears John’s dog tags after finding them in a box John brought over when he first moved in. Naturally, while John is out getting the rest of his stuff, Curious / nosy Sherlock looks through the box and it’s all his army memorabilia (minus his gun of course, to Sherlock’s annoyance) and inside is John’s dog tags. Sherlock nicks them because they intrigue him at first, knowing that he can find out a lot about John just from the numbers on the tags. He takes to wearing them over time as he grows closer to John, and John finds out one day when Sherlock is injured on a case and they slip out of his shirt. Instead of getting angry, because John thought he lost the tags in the move, he’s intrigued and shocked: “Why do you wear those, then?” “Because it helps me feel safe. I always feel safe with you around John.” And so on. Yeah, I’m a sucker for tear jerking, tooth-rotting confessions.

Lingerie. I like people other than me in lingerie, and I love how authors describe people in lingerie. 

Sherlock and Molly have a girls’ night in the morgue one night, chatting about the boys they like, Molly about the new EMT and Sherlock about John, obviously. They’ve grown closer since Molly stopped pining over Sherlock, and they become each other’s cheerleaders to confessing / asking out their prospective beaus. I just really like the idea of Sherlock FINALLY feeling like he can talk about his affections openly. “But he’ll never love me, he’s not gay” and Molly’s like “you really are thick when it comes to John, aren’t you?” and Sherlock is all like ??? and Molly is like, “you don’t see the way he looks at you, Sherlock. Like a kid in a candy store (or something more lewd, LOL, I’m not good at dirty euphemisms)”. You know how it ends lol.

For-A-Case from Sherlock’s POV. I only know of two fics that are as such, otherwise they’re ALWAYS from John’s POV. And I get it, but I always wonder if Sherlock knows what he’s doing. So like, for me he knows he’s being manipulative, but he’s SO desperate for whatever he can get from John, that he’ll purposely take a case that requires them to be a couple. Eventually he breaks because it hurts too much, and confesses to John, John then admits OMG ME TOO, and then they get together.

Soft and pining Sherlock and BAMF! John. I just, UGH I love this dynamic and I love confident John when he knows he’s flustered Sherlock.

Anything fluffy, really. Bedsharing and the like.

I’m a woman of simple tastes. I have more but I can’t remember them right now because they’re mixed up with fics I want to write myself, LOL.

[beyondtheciouds]

Vampires, Stale Scones, and Lucie Herondale

Part 1.

Lucie was in way over her head.

 Her body trembled as she bit down on her lower lip to keep from sobbing or screaming, she isn’t sure which. Panicked, all she can think about is the pretty boy’s gleaming fangs. Oh, if only I had listened. She had gotten herself into more than a dilly of a pickle this time. I should have been more careful, she thinks, frowning. A frustrated sigh escapes her chapped lips, knowing all too well the trouble she’s in. Her lips, puffy, and sliced up turn down as she pries the bent hairpin into the lock for the hundredth time. “Ugggghhh.” She wriggles her wrist, sore, and raw underneath the metal handcuff. James…where are you?

Lucie’s ink-stained fingers are a blur as her hands twist and turn the pin in the keyhole, hoping for a break. She all but tries not to think of the fanged boy or the hungry way he had stared at her. 

Beautiful was the first word that had come to her mind when he appeared last night. A silhouette against the light of the moon, he had snuck into her cell and stood beside the pole she was chained to. He was watching her the way a predator might watch prey. He kept sniffing the air and licking his lips. 

Lucie tried to act unnerved but her blood was heating and her skin was tingling. She felt disgusting; her dress torn and ruined; stained with her blood.  Her face and hands were dirty, the nails on her fingers bitten down to the quick from nerves and pain.

His face was arresting. Much like Jesse’s, it had made her heart stop. Sharp lines and all angles, his face had shapes that made sense on statues. Long lashes made his eyes wider and cherub lips could have easily disguised the boy as an angel. Lucie knew better, or she thought she did when she stared back into his gleaming red eyes. 

Lucie hears shuffling and looks up, almost hopeful. It has been two days since Grace kidnapped her and brought her to this prison tower. Damp and smelling worse than Bridget’s infamous cabbage stew, Lucie found herself repeatedly gagging or gasping for air during the night. Desperate to get out of her nightmarish fairytale, she had thought about calling to the dead for help, like she had before, but the thought of those rotting and decaying bones in the corner rising to greet her had her dismissing the idea instantly. Gast.

 A glance up and amongst the cobwebs, she discovers a window carved into the stone. It is small, but she knows she will be able to fit. It is about thirty feet up and Lucie wonders if she ought to try and scale the wall once she’s able to break the lock. Noises and voices in the stairwell cause her to refocus and stare into the dark. She stuffs the pin back into her hair, mousey curls half hanging down her back. “James?” she whispers, her blue eyes peering eagerly into the shadows. “Is that you?”

Unexpectedly, Tatiana turns the corner. Her face is stern and her eyes are hard and unforgiving under the pale yellow light of mundane candles. Lucie immediately shrinks back into the darkness, unintentionally pulling on her restrained wrist. She gives a little yelp of pain as Tatiana appears before Lucie’s cell. Lucie struggles to catch her breath.

 A smile is on Tatiana’s wicked face, “Oh, your brother isn’t coming to save you, dear.” She spits the word at Lucie and clasps her hands in front of her. 

Lucie scowls, kicking the six stale scones off the plate and onto the ground. “He will save me. You don’t know my brother. He and his friends will go to the ends of the earth for me.“

Grace snorts at Lucie as she stops beside her mother. Her gray eyes are cool and calm, matching the man all decked out in silver moving to stand beside her. “Sorry, Lucie. Not this time.”

“What have you lunatics done with James!? I demand to know!” Lucie screams, her knees giving out. She drops to the ground, refusing to cry. 

The man slowly raises a silver eyebrow at Lucie, pulling her attention to him. His arms are crossed over his chest and the robes he wears sway around his ankles without a breeze. Lucie glares at the man, getting to her feet. She can’t help but noticing that he isn't young or old, but he looks young enough to be her father. Middle-age. The more she stares, the more she feels an odd sense of recognition and the man somehow seems older to her than he looks. Lucie can’t shake it. The feeling, it’s like a parent that won’t give up nagging. His eyes are deep and fathomless, saturated like small stars. Those eyes remind her of somewhere… someone.

The silver man grins, his perfect teeth stark white against his skin.  “So this is the darling Lucie,” he croons, his voice thick and sickly sweet like honey. The way he says her name strikes a chord in Lucie and it makes her more apprehensive. “Beautiful and sweet.”

Lucie scowls at the man, goosebumps flooding her flesh as she pulls her manners together. “You may refer to me as Miss Herondale, Mr…?”

The man grins and it is not friendly, “How is your mother, darling? You must tell her and your father I say hello.”

“Who are you?” Lucie squints, still feeling shaken and it isn’t just the man’s offbeat smile or the strange look in his eye.

“Oh, Lucie. Tsk, tsk that you cannot recognize your own kin.” He smiles, deadly and determined to shatter her mind. “I am Belial, your grandfather.”

Lucie gasps, her blue eyes wide with a new fear. “No. You can’t be..”

Tatiana smiles and takes a slight pleasure in the shock on Lucie’s face. Lucie had forgotten she was watching the sideshow.  “You did not know, my dear? James did not mention Belial to you?” she asks, eager for a taste of Lucie’s misery. If she can’t destroy Will right now, she’ll settle for starting with his children.

Lucie grimaces, pulling her gaze from the man calling himself her grandfather. She turns and eyes Grace accusingly, “We have a deal, Grace. Remember?”

Grace smiles bitterly, ”We had a deal, past tense.”

“I don’t understand,” Lucie says, scratching her head. She plays dumb for the audience, but she knows this is really between her and Grace. 

Grace’s face is concrete; hard and unforgiving like her mother’s. “Don’t play dumb, Lucie. I saw you.”

“What did you see?” Lucie has to ask politely, but she is scowling.

Grace sighs and shuts her mouth. At least she has the decency to keep Lucie’s secret from Tatiana and Belial. Her gray eyes are steel and Lucie knows what Grace knows. I saw you kissing Matthew. 

Lucie chews on her bottom lip. The kisses;  moments that were stolen between her and her brother’s parabatai had happened more than once. Actually, in the last few weeks, it had been many times, more than Lucie was willing to admit to.  Lucie thought they were being discreet. She hadn’t wanted to tell anyone although Matthew wanted to put his family ring on her finger and shout his love for her from London’s rooftops. Lucie thought about it and Cordelia nearly had convinced her that she could heal Matthew; fix him. 

Lucie knew which time Grace had been referring to. That night Lucie had felt the chill of a ghost on her back and she knew it wasn’t Jessamine.

 One mistake made under the moonlight in Brocelind Forest had caused this nightmare of a mess. The last two days she had been telling herself she wasn’t in love with Matthew. She kept making her mind believe she had made a huge mistake and would make it up to Jesse. Math was like a brother to her… wasn’t he? Jesse was the one for her. 

She was Jesse’s girl.

Belial looks on unfazed by the tantrums of two girls. His silver eyes remain on Lucie as if she is a prize-winning animal, his smile thin at the secrets the girls hold between them. “Well now, what do you have to say for yourself, darling?”

“Where is my brother?” Lucie demands again, ignoring his question. She turns cold, blue eyes to him. She gives it her best shot. “I want to speak to Jamie.” 

“James is indisposed at the moment. He will be along to join you shortly, my darling.” Belial says, waiting for her to calm down. “For now, let’s talk about your powers.”

Lucie is horrified but tries to play it cool. How does he know about her abilities? She furrows her brown eyebrows, trying to be steel although she withers like a flower inside. “I have no demon powers, I do not have a clue as to what you are talking about.” Lucie pauses and then takes a tentative step forward out of the darkness and into the sunlight streaming in from the window. “I want to see my brother.” She stomps her feet like she did when she was seven and James blamed her for setting the couch on fire.

Belial chuckles, the sound reverberating through the hollow hallway.”Oh, you are a firey darling, aren’t you?” He pauses, considering. “You remind me of your mother at that age. She was beautiful, all passion and righteousness.“ He smiles, the insidiousness at her mother’s chosen life direct. “Your mediocre Shadowhunter future isn’t far off from hers, darling.”

 “Stop calling me that!” Lucie shouts as she tugs on her shackled wrist, her heart pounding in her chest. 

 “Oh, Little Lucie how you underestimate yourself. I suppose, my darling you would. Being second to James and all.”

 He is testing her, that much Lucie had already figured out. She keeps her mouth shut, letting the fact that she is usually overlooked when it comes to Jamie simmer in her blood. She will store that fuel inside her head and use it later on the lock when they are gone. 

Scuffling in the stairwell and shouting causes Tatiana and Grace to turn their attention away from Lucie. Several long moments later, noises in the hallway send unwelcome shivers up Lucie’s spine as Belial grins at her. Lucie’s mouth is suddenly dry and her eyes dart towards the sounds. James? Cordelia?

 A moment passes and then the fanged boy from last night appears in the shadows of the mundane torches. Several of the torches line the wall across from her cell. They emit a very low light, casting ominous shadows. The hall is dark, but Lucie can still see every detail of the fanged boy’s face. Impatient and nervous, she shuffles her feet. 

The shadows move and Lucie notices the fanged boy is dragging another boy by his hands. The boy is dressed in familiar gear and is kicking and screaming. His hair is a mop of sunshine that Lucie recognizes.

 ”Heathen from the underworld let me go! I am the Consul’s son and you are hereby violating the accords, vampire!“ 

The fanged boy is undaunted by the other boy’s antics and continues to drag the blonde boy towards Lucie’s cell without hesitation. Lucie blinks, not believing her eyes. Not James. Not Cordelia. Matthew. 

Matthew came to save her. 

The vampire grins and tightens his grip on the boy as he hauls him across the smooth stone floor. "Look what’ I found lurking ‘round the back,” he announces as though this spectacle is staged. “an’ he’s lookin’ for her.” The vampire jerks his head in Lucie’s direction and Belial grins approvingly. “Two dead Shadowhunters are better than one.”

Tatiana breaks a rare smile, genuinely filled with insanity. “Herondale. Fairchild. Check, check.”

“Let go!” Matthew yells again, trying to yank his hands out of the other boy’s tight grip. “My neck is far too dirty to have fangs sunk into it this early in the morning! I’m too young and beautiful to be eaten alive!”

“Relax, I’m not going to eat you, Shadowhunter.”

The fanged boy’s face is calm and collected although his lips turn up at the corners. "Turns out, I’m not very fond of angelic blood so you get to continue to sit and be chained to the pretty one.” He laughs lowly and then stops when he catches Lucie watching him. 

Matthew is still carrying on, talking fast like a maniac. The fanged boy moves in a blur. Suddenly, he is close enough that Lucie can see the color of his eyes has changed. They are no longer red, but blue like hers. Actually, as pale as ice, nearly white. Lucie takes a tiny step forward, careful not to pull her chain. She had picked up on his slight accent and now struggles to place the lilt. Ireland? Scotland? Wales? Australia?

“Let me go, you son of a—”  Matthew screams, disrupting Lucie’s thoughts on the vampire’s origin and language. Matthew is stubborn, dragging his legs then kicking the air behind him as he is pulled along. He wiggles and twists his fit body defiantly.

Lucie gasps when he turns his face towards the cell, but she is not shocked to find those familiar dark green eyes simmering with rage. “Matthew? What are you doing here?”

The door of the cell opens and Lucie rushes forwards on instinct, only to be yanked back with a yelp of pain. She steps back until the chain is loose once more. “Where’s Jamie?”

“Luce—” Matthew says on a halted breath, his eyes wide. “I came to rescue you like one of your knights in shining armor.” A charging grin sweeps onto his face as he is tossed to the floor of the cell. Lucie has never been so excited to see him in all her life. This means Jamie isn’t far behind, she thinks and smiles to herself.

 Matthew as he so often does makes the mistake of taking her eagerness for something else. “Luce,” he says again, his mouth softening. The door locks behind him with a loud clang that echoes through the tower. Matthew tries to stand when the fanged boy hauls him to his feet. He grips Matthew’s arm and pulls him over to the rotten, wooden pole that Lucie is shackled to. 

Matthew’s dark green eyes soften at the sight of Lucie alive, relief on his face clear like stream water rushing over rocks. “Are you hurt, Luce? Everyone has been out looking for you. I-I was worried for you.” He eyes her dirty dress stained with blood. “What happened? Luce, are you sure you are alright?”

Lucie breathes her own sigh of relief and her heart melts at Matthew’s genuine concern. She hastily lifts her free arm when he is pushed against her. His body curves around her and she fits beside him like she was made for him. 

The thoughts of his naked body beside hers don’t escape her and she sighs, disappointed in herself. She needs Matthew to keep quiet because she cannot have anyone knowing about the two of them and their misdeeds. She will be ruined and sent away like Eugenia.

Unless Matthew proposes and she accepts. Then she will be no better than Cordelia, settling for a lie. 

Matthew leans into her delicate shoulder and starts smelling her hair. He gently kisses the bruises on her cheek and the act is so intimate she finds herself nuzzling into him.  On instinct, his arms wrap comfortably around her waist, his strong, calloused hands rest easily on her lower back. He feels like home.

“No, Math–not really,“ Lucie says into his shoulder as she hears her heart thrumming like a drum in her ears.

“Good,” Matthew says, breathing heavily. “I’m so glad I found you, Luce. I-I mean, we would be lost without you.”

The fanged boy glances at Matthew, stunned by his honest omission to Lucie while she takes it as a grain of salt. The words bounce off her ears and she flinches. Pale blue eyes watch them for a long moment but the vampire boy does not comment when he continues to shackle Matthew’s foot to Lucie’s foot. The noises of the chain moving draw Lucie’s gaze down for only a minute before her eyes return to Matthew’s expectant face. For a moment he looks the way he did as a child; happy even in a nightmare of a situation. 

The fanged boy glances up curiously at Lucie when she isn’t looking. He smiles as the lock around her foot clicks into place. “All set, love.”

Amid her nightmare, Lucie cannot help but believe there is a deeper meaning to Matthew’s words as he stares into her eyes. Lucie is so close, she can see the sweat and stubble beading on his top lip and the bags under those brilliantly mossy eyes.

The thought of being engaged to Matthew frightens Lucie. She tells herself these wild thoughts unnerve her because she always assumed she was just a passing phase for him. Lucie had accepted the fact that she was a childhood memory that he needed to hold onto and one day would let go. Her heart is turned upside down at the truth, her mind swirling with alternative scenarios. 

Now she realizes she may have been more all along to the Consul’s second son. 

 “Where is Jamie, Math?” Lucie, asks, shoving her feelings aside. Matthew pushes a loose curl away from her eyes as the fanged boy moves away from the two of them. Lucie breathes in Matthew’s clean scent, searching for a whiff of brandy. To her delight, she finds none.

Matthew looks up, a frown forming on lips that Lucie can still feel on hers even days later. “I lost track of him when this monster,” he gestures to the fanged boy now leaning against the wall, watching the two of them with minimal curiosity. “caught me yesterday. He held me in the dungeon until now.”

Lucie wants to shake him until his brain rattles in his skull. "Matthew, did you leave Jamie behind? How could you? Where is my brother?" 

Matthew shrugs, sighing at the bombard of questions coming from Lucie. “I don’t know, Lu. I..I can’t feel any movement within my rune, but it isn’t fading either.” He pauses, sounding distant, his eyes far as he lifts the sleeve of his gear jacket to show her.  “It is unusual, Lucie.” 

Lucie wrinkles her forehead, wishing for a wooden spoon ladle to whack him with. “Where did you last see Jamie, Math? It is very, very important you remember!”

Matthew looks over at her solemnly, and it strikes Lucie how rough sobriety looks on him even as the panic about her brother sets in. “James left me five miles from here. In the forest, he heard screaming. Cordelia had been with us until she got lost after two demons attacked us. James and I killed them, but she got mixed up and ran the other direction.” He pauses, thinking. “James went off to find Cordelia. She is missing too, Lucie. You couldn’t feel it either?” He blinks, staring at the brand-new parabatai rune glistening on her pale neck. 

 Lucie’s skin heats and she rests her head on Matthew’s shoulder to hide from his intense gaze, “We have to get out of here,” she whispers. “We need to find James and Cordelia.”

Grace scowls, her iron eyes on Lucie. She has pretended not to hear Matthew and Lucie talking. “Don’t get too comfortable with Matthew, Lucie. Remember he has a bad reputation; scandalous. ” 

Grace is trying to be snide and cruel, but Lucie had never cared about Matthew’s devious past. Besides, she knew a lot more about Matthew Fairchild than she let on, nevermind that Lucie had already been corrupted by his charms. 

 And wouldn’t it be fun for a while? Something interesting to write about. A love triangle about a childhood friend, a girl, and a ghost.

 Grace continues talking over the conspirative whispers of Tatiana and Belial who are watching Lucie with strange looks on their faces. “Here’s your warning, Lucie. Jesse will be out and about soon and I know he wants to have words with you.”

Tatiana’s ears perk up and she shakes her head at the sound of her son’s name. Lucie blinks, looking up. She glares at Grace, then Tatiana. Lucie watches the ugly bird on Tatiana’s awful looking hat bobbing from side to side like it is drunk. Under pressure, she tries not to laugh like a lunatic.

“He will do no such thing. I will not have him fraternizing with these two and besides, I need him tonight.” Tatiana spits, glaring at Lucie and then Matthew.

Grace turns, perplexed. She glances at her mother and Lucie notices Belial shift, uncomfortable. “For what purpose?” Grace asks, crossing her arms over her pale pink day dress.

“Never you mind,” Tatiana says sternly to Grace. She turns on her heel as if she means business and nods her head to Belial. “Let’s be on our way. There are issues to be discussed in private. Come now, Grace and Aiden. ”

Grace shakes her finger at Lucie before following her mother. “You better not disappoint Jesse, Lucie.”

Aiden, the vampire boy bows to Lucie and then vanishes into the shadows. Belial turns to follow Tatiana, but not before he says over his shoulder, “Our conversation is not over, darling Lucie.”

***

Later on, the moon is shining and someone had left another plate of scones at the door while Lucie and Matthew were asleep. A rat pulls on one of the hard pastries with his teeth, broke and sharp. Spiders and other bugs crawl over the others. 

It’s a good thing I’m not hungry, Lucie thinks as she eyes the rodent wearily. Lucie and Matthew sit on the hay strewn stone floor chained to each other. Lucie had tried to unlock the lock around Matthew’s foot but failed miserably after several attempts.

  One would think this would be pleasant, Matthew thinks as another awkward silence consumes the space between them. He twists his hands in his lap, unsure about what to say. He didn’t mean to lose James and Cordelia, it just sort of happened.

 Lucie sits with her chained wrist over her head, sullen and dreary, lost in her own world. After several hours of being chained to her, Matthew was left to assume she didn’t want to lie to him. He considered that might be why she was keeping quiet about Jesse. 

The truth was, Matthew felt suffocated by the unexpected thought of another boy wanting his Lu.  He was jealous in a way he did not expect to be. He felt threatened.

He had spent years pining for Lucie; lost years denying himself a chance at something real with her. He had kept her and James believing it was a phase, of which he’d get over. And he did until he fell for her again. 

Now, after freeing himself of guilt and shame, he has Lucie. Opening up to her, he finds out there is someone else. Someone else who possibly loves her more than him. 

Determined to get space, Matthew had moved away from Lucie as much as he could when she refused to answer him. Now, he can no longer deal with the elephant in the room. He has to know.

”Luce,“ he begins, glancing at her. He has placed his hands on his knees, drawn up to his navel. His look is pensive as if he is afraid of her answer. The shoe had seemed to be on the other foot now. He never considered Lucie being with someone other than himself. 

It sounds selfish, but it is true.

 Lucie seems to come to life at the sound of her name on his lips. It is music to his ears as she starts humming one of her father’s light, Welsh tunes. A light brown curl falls in slow motion into her blue eyes when she turns her skyward gaze to his face. "Yes, Math?" 

Matthew is stunned by how beautiful she looks even in a dingy cell with her clothes stained and torn. Lucie belongs in a fairytale and for a brief moment, Matthew is silent as he imagines the story she could write.

To Matthew, for years she had sounded and looked like an angel. For as long as he dared to admit, Lucie Herondale had invaded his dreams. Even when he was with others, he always seemed to dream of Lucie. She had become the first dream of his life and even if this didn’t last, he would still dream of her. Nevermore than in this moment with her face turned up to his did he want her swollen lips on his, but he forced himself to ask the question he knew she didn’t want to answer instead.

 His voice is small, heartbroken. “Do you love Jesse Blackthorn?”

[quietlydiabolic]

“Precipitation” - BassRock short oneshot fanfic

By: Jixie Fandom: Mega Man Classic @bassrockweek​ : May 16 - Rain Rating: G Word Count: 1780

i.

Slow and steady, each fat raindrop splattered against his armor like a single punctuation mark.

The storm had come on suddenly. It'd been a perfectly clear day— at least, it was when he'd reached Wily's fortress hours before. Normally he hated to leave once he was in. It wasn't like he could teleport back to where he had left off, and the longer he was away, the more annoying minions would find their way into the zones he'd already cleared.

But Mega Man was happy to make an exception for this.

"I don't understand," he said, casting a wary look at Duo.

The towering alien robot didn't so much as glance his way. Instead, he knelt besides Bass, his attention focused on the damaged Wily 'bot.

"I mean, he can teleport within the Skull Fortress, and we were already there, and Wily's in there somewhere, too…"

"Navigation system is shot," Duo said. If the coordinates or passkey were wrong, the forcefield would have kicked Bass right outside the barrier. His expression was stern, but there was an underlying thread of regret. "You are correct, he is infected."

"So, what do we do?"

His massive left hand curled into a fist, and Duo drew back his arm. "Prevent it from spreading."

"Wait!" Without thinking, Mega Man threw himself between Duo and Bass. "Wait! You— you can't!"

Sagging, Duo shook his head. "It's not that I want to. This is what must be done. There is more at stake than any one of us—"

"Please. There's got to be some other way of clearing out the evil energy without… destroying its host."

For a moment the two stared each other down, silent but for the persistent rainfall, until Bass started twitching and groaning.

"Please," Mega Man repeated.

Duo frowned.

"If what you said is true, he is a villain who willingly used evil energy in order to attack you. There is no reason to—"

"You just have to trust me, Duo. Please, I— I know… I mean, I don't know how I know, but I know that he can change—"

With a sigh, he relented, holding up his hand in a ‘stop' gesture. Then, reaching out, he took hold of Mega Man's arm and guided him out of the way. Opening a small panel in his gauntlet, he drew out a coaxial cable, and after a brief search opened Bass' access panel. Duo set up a one-to-one network connection, quietly commented that his kind could do this wirelessly, and set to work.

Mega Man watched, alternating between weaving his fingers together and rubbing his wrists. He tried not to start pacing, and tried harder not to worry, and especially tried not to think about how droplets of water had beaded up on Bass' armor, midnight black and glistening in the rain.

After a few minutes Duo finished and disconnected.

"An evil energy infection can never be fully erased. It will be up to him to continue fighting it." He gave Mega Man a curious look. "You love him."

"Wh-what? No. I mean… y-e— maybe? I— He pretended to be my friend, but…" Face flushed, he lowered his head. "I don't know. I felt a… I felt something. It could become that, some day, I guess…"

With a dismissive grunt, Duo got to his feet. Then, after a moment of hesitation, placed his massive left hand on Mega Man's head, his touch one of solidarity. "I've been there before, and I do not envy you. But I hope you are correct."

ii.

The rain came down in a heavy downpour, an endless barrage of sharp, stinging raindrops.

It had been a few weeks, but Mega Man was still exhausted from his last conflict with Dr. Wily. It wasn't a physical exhaustion, of course, but an emotional one.

"Yo."

"Uagh!" Startled, Mega Man started pinwheeling his arms in an effort to keep from falling.

Standing by a scenic cliffside to contemplate life was Proto Man's shtick, and honestly, he should have left it to his brother. Sure, the valley below was stunningly beautiful, even in the rain. But Bass had just appeared out of nowhere, possibly— likely— to fight him, and would've won without firing off a single shot because Mega Man nearly fell off the edge of a cliff.

Bass grabbed Mega Man's arm to steady him, then jerked him back away from the edge. "Idiot."

"If you're here for a fight, you're a little late."

"Tsk. What, for Wily? We're on the outs right now."

"Oh."

Crossing his arms, Bass glanced over at the valley. "Nice, but it's better when it's not raining. You picked a lousy day."

There was an uneasy silence.

"How'd you know to find me here?"

"I wasn't looking for you, stupid. You're not the only one your obnoxious brother drags out into the middle of nowhere to ‘meditate' or whatever the heck he calls it."

"Oh. Right." Then he started putting two and two together. "…You're out here because— it's because of Wily, isn't it?"

Bass made a sound of disgust.

Then sat down, letting his legs hang off the cliff. "That scumbag tried to reprogram me."

"…Oh."

"Do you say anything else?"

"Of course I do, I just, um… I don't want to say the wrong thing."

Mega Man sat down next to him— but not too close.

"I want to say it didn't take, but actually? Wily didn't like the changes. So, I guess the good thing is he won't try that crap again."

"Sorry."

Leaning back on his palms, Bass kicked idly. "Yeah, well." 

They drifted into silence, and Mega Man took a chance. A stupid chance, perhaps, but he wasn't sure when he'd get another shot. Shifting his weight and trying to look as casual as possible, he slid his hand over until his pinky brushed up against Bass' hand.

Nothing happened. There was no protest, but also no sign of approval. Bass seemed to ignore the gesture, which really was probably the best he could hope for.

But a few moments later, without comment or fanfare, Bass placed his hand over Mega Man's.

iii.

It had been drizzling on and off all morning, leaving the air thick and hazy. The sun was out and it was humid, but still cool enough that it wasn't oppressive, just…

…soft. A dreamy mist that blanketed everything.

Rock actually hadn't expected any of this, but Blues had strolled into the lab, slyly hinting that he should head out to the ruins of the Gear Fortress. Then, when he had shifted in preparation to armor up, Blues had cut him off. ‘No, go like you are now.'

As soon as he arrived it became obvious why. Rock could count on one hand the times he'd seen Bass dressed casually. It was hard enough for the Wily ‘bot to let his guard down and go anywhere without armor. That went double for anytime Rock was around. Blues'd had much more luck there, and Rock would've been lying to himself if he said he wasn't a little bit envious.

He'd been out here for a while, judging by how damp his shirt was. Dark hair slicked back in contrast to Rock's perpetual messy helmet hair, or Blues' meticulously coiffed pompadour. The purple warpaint on his face trailed down his neck and arms, which Rock had seen before, but generally pushed out of his mind because otherwise he couldn't help but wonder just how far… well…

“What do you want?" Bass asked, irate.

"Nothing. Blues said you were here, so I came—"

"To hang out? Have some tea, share the latest gossip? I'm not your friend, numbskull, and I don't need you hanging around."

Rock wilted slightly, gripping his arm anxiously, but didn't let Bass drive him away. "Could've used your help with this last round," he said, kicking at a hunk of concrete.

"Yeah, well. When Wily wouldn't give me that stupid double-gear— whatever. I just didn't feel like getting involved one way or another."

For a few moments neither said anything.

"You know, with Dr. Wily in jail," Rock started, "you… I… you don’t… what I mean is…"

"He'll bust out sooner or later. It's only a matter of time and you know it."

"Yeah but you don't have to—"

Bass scowled.

"Let me stop you right there. Proto Dweeb is always trying to pressure me with that crap, too. I've told him over and over, I'm not ditching Wily. I mean, I ditch him all the time, but— not, like… forever." He leaned forward to grab a piece of the rubble, and then flung it, watching as it shattered against a partially collapsed wall. "He built me. He may be a jerkwad, but he's still my dad."

Shifting, Rock looked away, then back up. "You deserve better."

That went ignored. "The stupid part is, he'll never be happy no matter what I do. The only thing he wants is for me to destroy you. I want— I'm going to beat you, just y’know, to prove I can. But I'm not going to… I wouldn’t… anyway, Wily doesn't care if I'm the strongest or the best or anything. He just cares if you're dead or not. And I'm stuck. Just— stuck."

"If there's anything—" he paused, then changed his mind. "I'm sorry." Rock found himself focusing less on what Bass said, and more on the things that had gone unsaid. Hesitant, he asked, "Do you… do you like me?"

"No."

Rock's face fell. But then Bass grabbed him, tilting his head to the side, before leaning forward and kissing him. His actions were aggressive but clumsy, the stolen kiss uncertain, almost timid. The whole thing was pretty awkward, but Rock was stunned anyway. He drew back in surprise, fingers brushing against his lips.

"That was stupid. Crap! That was really, unbelievably stupid." Stepping back, Bass ran his hands through his hair and tried to gather his wits. "Ugggghhh, that was a mistake."

Only there was no taking it back now. Rock, not sure how to convince him it wasn't, did the first thing that came to mind: he threw his arms around Bass' neck, planting a quick, chaste kiss on his cheek, then another on his nose, and a third on his chin, before going in for a decidedly less chaste kiss on the lips. Rock's attempt was every bit as fumbling and inept as Bass' had been.

…but it worked. Bass' look of distress and confusion changed to one of relief.

"This is a disaster! What're we going to do?"

With a giddy laugh, Rock shook his head. "No idea. But we'll figure it out."

[l1ana]

Imagine you and Spiderman being like Adrien and Bridget from ML

Summary: Incase y'all don't know wtf this prompt is— Basically it's [Name] with a crazy crush on Peter but he's either totally oblivious to it, un-purposefully ignore her, or is focusing on another girl. Meanwhile, he -as both spiderman and peter- completely falls in love with her hero alter ego albeit she shows no interest in Spiderman whatsoever. I got this idea after watching a bit of the Miraculous Ladybug original concept video and just had a sort of breakthrough. Anyways, on with the story.

———

“Hey, Peter...” You scrambled to navigate through the sea of fellow classmen, desperate to catch up to your object of interest. He just wasn't hearing you, and that deeply plummeted your mood. Before you knew it, he was gone— Disappearing into the crowd probably never to be seen again until lunch classes.

Peter Parker, biggest geek in highschool. Always bullied, always harassed in ways you thought were impossible. He seemed like the type to keep his head low and live an honest normal life, but little did anyone have clue on about his contrasting alter ego— Spiderman. As said hero of Queens, Peter could do everything he couldn't do as an average teenager. Who knew red and blue spandex was the key to becoming famous?

You sighed as thoughts of Peter bubbled into your head and revolved without signs of stopping. His nerdish and oh-so dorky quirks were the center of your attention aside from his baby face. Not to admit it, but you were in love with the charmer like a mad puppy. But the thing is— He never took notice of you. Hell, he probably doesn't even know that you exist. The only time you two ever met gazes was during class switches, before school, in the middle of lunch, or after school. Other than that, you were a ghost pretty much.

Today was no different from the rest; besides there being the fact that a pair of tickets were in your left hands hold. They crumpled up when your grip increased tenfold, tears threatening to pour down your eyes. ‘This is so unfair.’ You thought to yourself. ‘Why is it that whenever I try to start something with him... Fate just doesn't allow it?’ Your heart fell heavy into your chest. People would call you callow or petty for thinking what you did, but the thing of the matter is that your crush has been the same since elementary school years and continued from there. There was no doubt in your mind that Peter Parker was the one for you.

But, then again, he doesn't even know who you are.

Thankfully, you had a way to change that.

“Hey, Peter!” This morning, you wasted no time in dashing and shoving anyone who dared to get in your way out of eyesight and tracked the chocolate haired boy to a more secluded part of the hallways. The both of you were panting a bit, tired from all of the post-exercise. “P-Peter... Parker...” You breathed out, hands on your knees. “I am... I'm...” Before you could continue on and let him know who you were, the bell rang. Whoopdy-effing-doo. Oh how you wanted to pummel your bad luck into a pulp. “Sorry, I gotta go... Maybe later?” He cringed a bit, aware of how inconsiderate he was being towards you.

With those words left in his wake on your mind, he hurried off to his next class. It took some moments to pass by until a more than visible red hue formed on your face in a horitonzal fashion. Your pair of hands raised to slap your cheeks and squish them in multiple different ways, meanwhile you wore the most lovesick expression you swore you could make without seeming like you were on drugs.

‘Maybe later, he said..’ You recited his words in your head over and over like a song. Small yelps and cheers of joy escaped your lips as the thought didn't cease to fade away. Step one to getting acknowledged was complete. Now if only you could—

“[Name], there's a robbery down at the city bank.” A robotisized voice rang through your left ear. You sighed heavily. “Uggghh. That's not my problem, Stein. Let the police handle it.” Your hand waved through the air. “It seems to be another one of Electro's heists.” “.... UGGGGHHH.” Getting to the city and back would put your last two periods to waste no doubt and you'd also lose a chance to go out and establish a bond with the apple of your eye. But after hearing that Electro was involved, you found that there was no other choice but to go out and do this. Besides, the cops wouldn't stand a chance against him.

‘I'm sorry Peter, you'll have to talk to me sometime later.’ You silently apologized to your crush in your mind, hoping that he would telepathically get your message. Afterwards, you ran into the nearest bathroom and then was seen jumping out the window into the street, except your attire had changed completely. Instead of being dressed down in the usual ‘[Name] wear’, a skin-tight bodysuit overtook you, a half of a face mask covering your face whilst a horn headband was slapped atop of your shimmering hair.

You hopped and skipped from building to building, the voice in your left earring continuing to speak. “There seems to be several hostages under his clutches. He seems to be anticipating the arrival of somebody... My bet is on you, [Name].” He hypothesized. “Oh put a damn sock in it.” You huffed.

After a few more leaps into the air, you skidded off the edge of a shop building and landed directly in the open circle of crowding people. They had instantly moved out of your way at your arrival, going into a state of indistinctive chattering. “I-It's Queen!” A man exclaimed, noticing you right away as you began to talk to a nearby police officer to get the scoop on what's going on.

Queen— Your alter ego hero self, affiliated with the avengers as a late bloomer type. Your powers consisted of shifting into anything solid along with a side of light generation from your hands. The shifting part of your ability allowed you to increase the speed of your cells, making your body seem as though it were gas, and slipping through solids without a problem. The other part is self-explanatory. To be quite frank, Queen was a alias that your supporting fans had made and you just went along with it, that name eventually sticking to you like glue and becoming your permanent hero name. Funny thing, really, cuz you were the Queen of Queens New York.

“I see,” You nodded at the information the cop divulged with you. “Thank you. Now please, stand back, it may get too hectic alright?” At your words the cop nodded, giving orders to back the people who crowded the front of the bank up. You jumped onto the top of the building, holding your breath and phasing through the roof. It took naught but a few seconds later for you to be landing perfectly on your feet, an all-too familiar laugh echoing from far away. The floors were wet. Oh how you've been through this song and dance one too many times before. “Stein, I need a heat signature scan all around if you don't mind.” You whispered into your earpiece.

“7 of them, each of them with their pulses fulctuating at rapid speeds.” The AI spoke. “He must've already pulled a stunt on them before the police arrived.” The first priority before moving on to Electro was to evacuate the premises of any remaininf victims. And that's exactly what you did. It was hard since most of them were all in different and difficult to reach places of the bank but the number was instantly knocked down to one left.

You scratched your head and thought aloud. “Where's the last one at...?”

“You mean, this body right here?” A menacing cackle interrupted, you turning your direction to whence it came from only to witness Electro standing a few feet away from you, hostage in a chokehold on his left arm. In the other arm was the occasional sack of cash that you were sure he wouldn't get away with. Your eyes rolled, unintentionally getting a glimpse of a familiar spandex wearing hero. He was new and all. Round of applause everyone, for the one and only Spiderman.

When he saw that you were staring directly at him, he waved, then making various hand motions that you somehow in god understood. Basically he was going to shoot a string of web at the hostage and hoist them up, stealing them from Electros grip and giving you chance to take the preemptive and just go wild— But also take caution into not destroying the place.

As Electro went on and on with his planned monologue, Spiderman used the chance for when his eyes were closed to not only shoot some web in his face as a stunning effect, but also managed to snag the hostage in one fell swoop. Two birds with one stone— Neat. “What is this substance on my face!?” Electro screamed, trying to claw it off but to no avail. You laughed at this scene. For some reason, Spiderman had the oddest feeling that he had recognized your voice from somewhere. After the fit of chuckles faded, you made sure to give your target such a hard two-piece, that Spiderman swore he saw some teeth flew out of his mouth.

‘Whoa...’ Was the only thing that crossed his mind. Despite your petite figure, you were strong enough to knock a grown man unconscious with just one slug? “You can take it from here, Spider-guy. I've got better things to do besides turning him in. You can do that on my behalf, right?” You yawned, making your way towards the south exit, away from the mob. “O-of course, miss Queen!” He hopped off the ceiling and landed to the ground, ensuring to web the now knocked out cold ‘threat’ up real good and give the police to bust in finally. Once they did, he trailed right after where he saw you leave, only to catch you flipping and twirling in the air with such haste.

Even behind the mask anyone could see the smile forming as his eyes lit up just from seeing you. Needless to say here, but he was all over you. A complete and utter fanboy who joined the wave after witnessing some viral videos of you committing deeds that he would usually perform.

“H-hey, wait up!” He called after you, tailing the direction you went. “Huh?” Feeling that call be directed to you, your head clocked round to see the same spiderboy from before, flipping onto a pipe in front of you. “Oh, you again.” Your expression deflated a slight bit at his presence. “What is it?” You asked, hoping to get him out of your hair quickly. “Oh, well, I-I, uhm...” He stammered over his words, taking in the beauty of yourself in whole as something to beheld. “Queen, your last period is almost closing. Be sure to wrap this up quickly.” Stein reminded you, causing a shrill screech to release from your parted lips. “CRAAAAPPP!!!!” You instantly turned your back towards Peter and took off without another word, disappearing into the city.

Spiderman just stood there, processing what had just transpired. This was rare. Well, him getting all tounge tied while underneath the mask he called Spiderman. Seemed like your charismatic charms overpowered his. Not like that wasn't to be expected — You were pretty cute if he'd have to agree with your thousands of rowdied fanboys and girls. Jeesh, he felt himself falling head over heels for you instantly.

“I'm here!” You exhaled, busting the door to your last period classroom. There was no reason for you to give a damn about all the eyes laid on you when you performed such an action. After all, “[Name] Stark. Just on time before the bell rings.” You were the daughter of the most famous idol in all of New York, so school imaging meant nothing.

As soon as the bell rang, you were in the hallways being swamped with the rest of your classmates. In the middle of all the traffic, a shoulder bumped into yours. “H-hey, what the hell—” Turns out, it was the absolute love of your life once again— Walking out of your eyesight and never to be seen again until tomorrow morning.

‘Dammit. I still had time and couldn't give him the tickets.’ You mentally pouted with that curse.

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Idfk if y'all want me to tag y'all in pt.2, but I'm making a part.2 just for your information

[omg-imatotalmess]

It’s All Fun and Games

Hey guys! Fred Weasley is just so wonderful, but all the games might get to be a bit much. I hope you guys like it! 

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader 

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing

Sometimes when it came to being friends with and dating one of the two biggest pranksters at Hogwarts was fun, other times, it caused you a significant amount of grief. Today was one of the less fun days. The twins had decided to play the ‘which on is which’ game with you. Generally, you didn’t have many issues telling them apart despite the fact they were identical. They acted very differently.

“Hey (Y/N)!” George yelled, tossing an arm around your shoulders. 

“Hey, George,” You said, smiling happily. Suddenly, the redhead stopped, looking confused. 

“No, mate, I’m Fred. He’s George,” He said, pointing at the other boy. You sighed. 

“I know you’re not.” George and his twin stood side by side with identical confused faces. You snorted a soft laugh. They exchanged looks before looking back at you with mirrored smirks. 

“Are you sure?” They asked. You nodded as you continued towards the common room. Both of them trailed after you, one on either side; each of them had leaned an arm on your shoulders. Upon reaching the portrait hole, you spit out the password automatically. The Fat Lady gave you a kind smile which you reciprocated, still ignoring the twins at your sides. 

“How exactly can you--” Fred started. 

“be so sure?” George finished. You laughed, setting your bag down by a chair. 

“I just know, guys,” You said, turning back to them. 

“Which one am I?” Fred asked, grinning at you. 

“You are my dearest Fred Weasley,” You said, pecking his lips. A smirk curled on their faces.

“Wrong,” They chirped in sync. 

“I know I’m right,” You said, taking a seat. The twins kneeled in front of you, trying to keep you playing their game. You just watched as they tried harder to make you wrong. 

“How?” They asked. You snorted. 

“The way you carry yourselves is different. Fred, you’re the more outgoing one. You talk first most of the time. You also tend to be the brains behind a plan while your counterpart is the enabler. George, you’re the more sympathetic one and you carry on a joke. Merlin’s beard, you two, I’m dating Fred and I’ve known you for years,” You giggled. They exchanged another look before disappearing into the boys dorms. This was not going to be good.

The stupid game dragged on for weeks with them only becoming more insistent upon one being the other until you began to avoid both of them. That only lasted so long though. You wanted to be able to kiss Fred again. When you finally saw them again, only one approached you as you ate breakfast in the Great Hall. The way he swaggered up to you, you almost thought it was Fred. Almost. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders again. 

“Hello, love,” He said, pulling you close. Raising an eyebrow, you pulled back. 

“What the hell, George?” You mumbled, shoving another bite of eggs into your mouth. 

“I’m Fred. Honestly, you call yourself my girlfriend. You’re as bad as my mother,” He laughed. You unwrapped his arm from you, looking around for your actual boyfriend.

“No, you aren’t. I can tell because my boyfriend kisses me good morning instead of saying it.” The ginger plastered his hand to his chest looking offended as you continued on with your breakfast. Finally, Fred joined you. 

“Maybe you just need to brush your teeth before I kiss you,” George suggested. 

“I have,” You said, calmly. “Hello, Fred.” It was now that you acknowledged the other redhead to your left. One more reason you knew that it was him. Fred always sat on your left. 

“I’m George, mate,” He said. You rolled your eyes. This game was getting annoying. 

“Would you cut it out? I’m getting really sick of having to explain that I know my boyfriend is my boyfriend.” They just laughed. Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance. 

“Come on, babe. There’s nothing to be ashamed of when our own mother can’t tell us apart,” George said, rubbing your arm. You slammed your fork on your plate angrily. 

“I can tell you apart. You two are just being dicks,” You snapped. Once again they laughed into their breakfast. Just then, an evil thought crossed your mind as you took a drink. Smirking into your goblet, you decided that, if they wanted you to play the game, you’d play it. Wiping the look from your face, you placed your goblet back on the table with a sweet smile. 

“Are you finally coming around?” Fred asked. You nodded with the most apologetic expression you could muster. 

“Yeah. I guess I just can’t tell you apart. I’m sorry,” You said, trying to keep the bubbling laugh down. 

 “Everyone makes mistakes,” Fred said, nudging your shoulder with his own. 

“Yeah, (Y/N), just take our word for it next time,” George said. 

“You are completely right, love,” You said, finishing off your breakfast. Standing, you gathered your things for class, but not before you pressed a kiss to George’s cheek. You watched as Fred flushed lightly with anger. 

“Have fun in Potions,” George said. You smiled, hugging your books to your chest. 

“Thanks, Fred. I’ll see you at lunch,” You chirped, turning to Fred with the same smile you always gave his brother. “Bye George.” 

You played their game for about a week and you could see Fred beginning to lose it. You hadn’t gone as far as kissing George on the lips, but you’d given him all the hugs, satisfied sighs, and special smiles that you generally reserved for your boyfriend. There was also the added bonus of seeing George look as uncomfortable as a person could look. You had only lasted about a day without telling Hermione, who was just as amused by the situation. 

“How long do you think it will be before they lose it?” You asked Hermione as you flipped the page in your book. It was just you two in the common room at the moment. 

“I don’t know. I heard them talking earlier and it doesn’t sound like they’re going to give up any time soon,” She replied, looking up from her book. You bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows. You really wanted your actual boyfriend back. 

“Ugggghhh,” You groaned, “I want Freddie back.” 

“You could always give it up first, you know,” She suggested, knowing full well that losing was not an option for you. You glared lightly at her and she laughed. 

“Don’t even go there,” You giggled. She looked thoughtful for a moment before an evil look crossed her face. That look both terrified and excited you. 

“You could push them into forfeiting,” She said, ominously. You raised an eyebrow. 

“I’m listening.” Hermione leaned with a devilish smile. It only took a few seconds of explaining to reach an understanding. She was telling you to really throw yourself into this. Go as far as Fred would let you go. You ran your fingers through your hair, biting your lip. 

“At the very least, you’d win,” She said. 

“You’re not wrong,” You said, apprehensively. 

“Well, are you going to go through with it?” She asked. You rolled the idea around in your head for a few seconds before making your decision. 

“Yeah. It’s not like it’ll go very far anyway,” You said with a shrug. She laughed, patting you on the shoulder. 

 Fred and George didn’t appear in the common room until a hour or so later, giving you and Hermione a good long time to laugh about your plan. When they walked in, you went silent. Grinning, you waved at Fred, who waved back grumpily. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked. He plopped down on the couch and crossed his arms. 

“Georgie’s just upset because he can’t get himself a girlfriend,” George laughed. You gave a fake pout in Fred’s direction. Glancing at Hermione, she gave you a subtle smile and excused herself to go to bed. 

“Aww, don’t worry. You’ll find someone,” You said, punching him in the arm lightly. He simply gave you a sour look and you moved from his side to George’s lap. 

“(Y/N)?” He asked, reddening slightly. It took everything you had to keep the impending smirk off your face. This was so obviously George. Fred always welcomed you into his lap with a kiss and a good natured joke at his brother’s expense. 

“Yes, love?” You asked, innocently. You batted your eyelashes at him and intertwined your fingers with his.  

“Don’t you think it’s inappropriate to do this in front of my little brother here?” He asked. You giggled sweetly, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. 

“It hasn’t ever bothered you before.” You snuggled into the younger twin, placing the top of your head just under his chin and turning to look at your actual boyfriend. 

Fred had crossed his arms and locked his fudge colored eyes onto the fireplace with an ugly look on his face. Red was creeping up his neck and turning his ears the same shade as his hair the more friendly you got with George. The thought of beating them at their own game made you continue with your antics. This was also basically a guarantee that they’d never play this game with you again. They still hadn’t broken yet. You shrugged internally. You’d just have to push a little further. 

“You know, George, I think there are plenty of girls out there for you. Maybe try someone from the Quidditch team,” You suggested. Fred glared at you from the corner of his eye. 

“Yeah?” He snapped. You nodded, looking as if nothing were wrong. 

“Definitely. Angelina Johnson likes you, I think.” You felt George jump beneath you. 

“Really?” He asked. You glanced back at him with a fake confused look. 

“Is it really that shocking that she’d like your brother?” You asked. He cleared his throat, settling back into the couch and wrapping a hesitant arm around you. 

“Yeah, considering I got all the good looks,” He taunted, weakly. You fought down your smirk again. You yawned, stretching languidly in a way that always drove Fred insane. George swallowed thickly. Their reaction was incredibly similar. 

“I suppose I’d have to agree with you on that. Well, if you don’t mind Georgie, I think I’m going to steal your brother for the night,” You said, winking at an obviously panicking redhead. Fred’s eyes lit up with hellish flames that you’d never seen before, but he didn’t move. 

“I mind,” He grunted. 

“You had something planned?” You set your eyes on George, tipping your head to the side and leaning into him. This was usually the point in which Fred stopped caring if he’d planned something. 

“W-Well, no, but...” He sputtered. Smirking inwardly, you patted yourself on the back for backing them into this corner. The game would be over soon and you would have your Fred back. 

“Then there should be no reason as to why I can’t have him for tonight.” You pulled the uncomfortable twin to his feet. 

“(Y/N),” Fred said. His tone was blank, but his face was twisted in anger that might not have been apparent if you weren’t looking for it. 

“What, George?” You asked. He flinched as you called him by his brother’s name. He didn’t say anything, so you shrugged and began leading George to the exit. Usually, you and Fred would go spend your night in the Room of Requirement. Fred stood up, hands curling into fists. 

“Just wait a minute! You’re not going anywhere with my bird!” Fred growled, crossing the room in three steps and tearing his brother from you. It was now that you couldn’t contain your laughter. It began to bubble and spill from your lips; starting as minor giggles and reaching a total mess of shrieking laughter that you rarely accomplished without the help of the Weasley twins. Both sets of eyes rested on you like you’d lost your marbles. 

“She set us up,” George said, staring at you in disbelief. 

“You bet I did! Dear lord, you should see the looks on your faces!” You cackled. An identical pair of unamused faces looked down at you a tears cascaded down your cheeks from laughing so hard. 

“You did this on purpose?” They asked. You nodded, beginning to catch your breath. 

“What the hell--” 

“-- is wrong with you?” They snapped. You snorted another laugh and wiped droplet from your eye. 

“You guys started it,” You pointed out. They shared a look before George nodded at Fred and left the common room, leaving the two of you alone. 

“Can you actually tell us apart?” He asked, coming closer to you. 

“I can.” You watched him as the anger faded from his face, but not his eyes. Not yet anyway. 

“Then what was the point of acting like you couldn’t?” He yelled. You laughed softly, taking his hand in yours. 

“Punishment,” You stated simply. He blinked at you. “Come on, Freddie. You spent weeks torturing me for your own amusement. It’s really only fair that I have my fun too.” 

“You almost shagged my brother to get back at us?” He asked. You shuddered at the thought. 

“God, no, gross. I was just messing with you guys,” You said. Sighing, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with his free hand. 

“This week has been awful,” He grumbled, hugging you close to him. 

“That’s what you get for being a dick,” You laughed. He glanced down at you. 

“Remind me again why the hat didn’t put you in Slytherin.” You patted his cheek, lovingly. 

“Because I knew this really cute redhead who got sorted into Gryffindor and there was no way in hell that I was letting him slip through my fingers,” You said. He held your hips. 

“Who? Me?” He asked, modestly. 

“I was talking about George,” You said. 

“(Y/N),” He said, warningly. You chuckled warmly, pecking his lips once. 

“Only joking, of course it was you.” Smiling, he pulled you up to him so he could give you a proper kiss for the first time in about a month. I’m so glad that I got that stupid game to end, you thought as you fused your lips together. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” George’s voice cut in. You pulled away looking at him. “Does Angelina really--” 

“Yes.” You said. 

“Wicked.” 

[imagines-in-progress]

Help Me Out Part 2

Series: Star Trek

Character: Jim Kirk

Warnings: It gets spicy. Not smut spicy but... still pretty spicy

Part 1

“Okay, so you can’t laugh about anything you may see in here. I’m a huge nerd and proudly display that fact in my apartment.” You said as you unlocked the door to your apartment.

“If it’s anything like your desk at work, I’m sure I’ll have plenty to laugh about.”

“Ha ha.” You laughed sarcastically as you walked into your home. “Okay, so make yourself at home. I’m gonna change, I’ve about had it with this dress.” You walked down a small hallway and disappeared into your room. Jim stood in the living room, having a small panic attack. Here he was, in your apartment, alone. He had no idea how to even act. Sure, the two of you were work friends, but he had this huge crush on you. Should he just take this chance and make a move? Or just follow your lead? He continued to drown in his thoughts till your voice brought him back to reality.

“Jim? I’ve just had an idea.” You shouted through your door.

“What’s that?”

“Well, we have to send them a pic right? Should we, uh, oh gosh this is so… Look, we should probs take some pretty ummm, steamy pics, so don’t freak out when I come out okay.” Jim’s face flushed.

“Ummm. A-are you okay with that (y/n)?” He asked

“I mean, it’s not ideal, but I trust you Jim. Don’t mess up.”

Jim laughed nervously, “I’ll try (y/n).”

Jim turned when he heard the door open and his heart stopped. There you stood  with nothing on but your bra and underwear. “S-stop staring Kirk. Just strip already!” Jim had to will himself to look away and shrugged out of his jacket.

“You, um, you look good.”  You didn’t dare look at Jim even when he gave you the small compliment. Jim grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it off in one swift motion. Now it was your turn to stare. He was fit and incredibly so. You could only imagine what it would feel like to rub your hands down his torso-

“Hey (y/n). My eyes are up here.” Jim’s joke pulled you away from your thoughts.

“Ha ha. You’re a regular comedian aren’t you Jim?”

Jim shrugged, “I try.”

An uncomfortable silence filled the air. The two of you stood a good couple feet from each other and the two of you were much too awkward to make the first move. It wasn’t until your phone buzzed that you moved.

“Ugh it’s Christine. She asking for a pic now.”

“Really? How do she know we aren’t entirely entranced with each other by now?”

“She probably thinks I chickened out by now…’ You grumbled. You looked at Jim and waved in the direction of the coach, “Sit down, I got an idea.”

Jim did as told and then you promptly sat down in his lap. Jim could tell his face had gotten about ten shades redder than before, he sat under you, unsure of what to do with his hands. You looked up from your phone to look at his face. You could see the blush spread out over his cheeks and thought it was the cutest thing. Maybe he does like me… You thought. But you shook your head, anyone would be embarrassed in this situation right?

“Okay, so um, I’ll need you to…” You picked up Jim’s hands and wrapped them around your waist. “And then I’ll do this. Stop me if you feel uncomfortable Jim.” You placed your lips on his neck and felt him flinch. “You okay?” You whispered.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You nodded as you raised your arm to snap the photo. “Relax Jimbo, or else they’ll think I’m forcing you to do this.”

Jim laughed, “I’d do anything for you (y/n).”

You sat up slowly, looking Jim in the eye. Nyota’s words lingered in the back of your mind, He likes you…

“Jim?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you… do you like me? Like enough to date me?”

Jim looked away, but a small smile graced his lips.

“Do you think I would do this for you if I didn’t?”

“That’s true i guess. But… I don’t know. I want to date you too, it’s just, you’re so out there? We’re completely different people. I just can’t believe it…”

“Well than, can I kiss you to prove it?”

Now it was your turn to blush. You full heartedly believed that he would’ve kissed you right then and there. It never occurred to you that he would ask and it left you feeling comfortable, which was something you rarely felt in the presence of any of your previous partners.  “I g-guess so. Yeah, yeah you can.”

Jim cupped your face a placed a sweet kiss on your lips. He only parted for a moment when you pulled him back for another kiss. This time, the kiss was much more passionate. Jim’s hand moved to the back of your neck to help deepen the kiss and your hands ran through his hair. Jim had just laid the two of you down on the couch when your phone rang. You pulled away and groaned, “It’s probably Christine.”

Jim picked your phone up, “Nope, says Nyota.”

“Ugggghhh… Just hang it up. I’ll talk to them later…” You reached up for Jim, but he waved your hands away as he answered the phone.

“Hello, the man of (y/n)’s dreams speaking.”

You stifled your giggles as Jim talked to your friend.

“We are having a lovely time, yes. I am being a gentleman, yes. Okay, okay. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I don’t want to keep my lady waiting. Okay, bye bye now.”

“What did she say?” Jim placed himself back on top of you and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“She was asking if I was treating you right. She seemed rather worried actually. Although, there was another voice screaming in the background, I can only assume it was Christine.”

“Yeah, that sounds like her.” You laughed.

“She stills wants that picture.”

“I’ll send it tomorrow. I’m a bit preoccupied at the moment.” You pulled jim down closer and began planting small kisses on his neck.

“Oh yeah, Christine can wait till tomorrow.

[monstaxtracts]

MY HI TOUCH IN DALLAS OMFG

THIS FINNA BE A RIDE. Ok so we had P2 tickets and when we got to our seats we had no idea we were sitting RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE STAGE. LIKE TOUCHING DISTANCE, MAH BOYS. So anyway, the concert started and Minhyuk pointed at me then tripped on some wires lol and Jooheon waved to my sister and I made so much Kihyun and Wonho eye contact I honestly don't know how I still exist. So then they started throwing them little mini Milky Ways at us and Minhyuk was RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME WITH A HANDFUL OF CANDY IN REACHING DISTANCE BUT I STILL COULDN'T GET ANY CUZ MY ARMS ARE SHORT. And Wonho dropped all his candy on the stage. Still don't know how that happened. Well then Minhyuk just kinda dropped the rest of his candy in front of us and my sister snatched a piece up so quick I honestly didn't know she could move that fast. The concert was lit af and when Kihyun came and stood RIGHT IN FRONT OF US I completely froze and I know I had an absolutely dumb look on my face because after he walked away my sister looked over at me and burst out laughing because we were both too sh0ok to pull out our phones. We're all sad and half deaf because the concert was over but FUCK YEAH HI TOUCH TIME. So they lined us up or whatever and took us through a door. There was a guy checking if we had our wristbands on right outside the door and we were facing him to show him we had ours and as soon as we turned away from him THERE WAS MINHYUK LITERALLY INCHES AWAY FROM ME. WE WEREN'T EXPECTING THEM TO BE AROUND THE CORNER. So my sister was in front of me and touched his hand and she just kinda stood there because she honestly didn't know how to human anymore. And he just stared at her because she wouldn't move and then gave her too thumbs up and that brought her back to reality. I on the other hand was LOST AF. I looked so damn confused cuz I couldn't comprehend that Monsta X was right in front of me. So I gave him the hi five and left my hand floating in the air afterwards and he was confused too cuz he also hovered there for a second and we were both like "do we do it again?" but then I had to move and so he threw me a thumbs up with his other hand and I moved on to I.M. He told me "thank you" and I whispered it back and I know he didn't hear me cuz I didn't even hear me. I think Wonho was after that and when my sister cupped his hand she froze again and HE LAUGHED AT HER LIKE "LOL YOU ALRIGHT?" When I got to him I for real stopped breathing from that point on. Our fingers FREAKING INTERTWINED AND I HNNNNNNGHHHH. I stood there looking like an idiot too. I didn't want to let his hand go but I had to. Was Jooheon next?  Ugh. I don't remember. He said "thank you" to me and also gave me a thumbs up but I think Wonho stole my voice and I couldn't move my lips anymore. After that was Shownu and I really don't know if he said anything to me or not because after Wonho I wasn't no more good. My sister specifically wanted to tell Shownu she loved him but it got stuck in her throat and he was just like "ok next" and she had to move to Kihyun looking like a heartbroken deer in headlights. Kihyun oh my goooooossshhhh that man is beautiful. His smiling face brought me back from Wonho land and I felt like all my worries just washed away with his smile. Did he say something to me? I don't fuckin know. I was still confused about what was going on and what planet I live on. It was way too quick and we both want do overs! We both walked out of the venue like "............WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!" Ugggghhh there were so many things I wanted to tell them and I'm so mad at myself for completely freezing up like that! Bah! - D