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jungshookz · 4 years ago

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teeny tidbits: it’s valentine’s day and everyone’s in love 💕💫

i couldn’t let valentine’s day go by without showing you what some of your favourite couples are up to on this romantic day so i hope you enjoy these six teeny tidbits!!

unfortunately i couldn’t do one for everY single character because i would literally die at my keyboard but i hope these ones still manage to give you all the fuzzy feelings :-)

happy valentine’s day!

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➳ lveb!namjoon (feat. lveb!yoongi): it’s valentine’s day and namjoon & y/n won’t let yoongi forget it

“if these come out ugly, can i just eat them?” yoongi asks, his hands starting to tremble as he continues to squeeze the frosting out of the piping bag

he’s been doing this for the last half an hour and his hands are starting to go numb

you shut the oven door before tossing the kitchen towel over your shoulder and turning around to look at how much progress yoongi’s made

…

maybe you should put him on cleanup duty instead

luckily he’s only frosted four and a half so there’s no major loss here

you reach over to pluck the piping bag from yoongi’s hands and he immediately frowns

you don’t need to say anything for him to know what that means

you never appreciate his hard work!! you’re breaking his heart here!!

“you know, the messiness just makes them more unique.” he points out, gesturing to his beautiful tray of heart-shaped cookies, “it gives your cookies character!”

“mhm…” you roll your eyes playfully as you turn to grab a tupperware box from the cabinet so yoongi can pack up his cookies to bring home

“all i’m saying is that you never appreciate my artistic abilities.” yoongi murmurs, swiping a glob of frosting off the table and promptly sticking his finger into his mouth to suck it off

“abilities is a reach.”

yoongi gawks, about to respond with a retort about how he doesn’t have to help you but he chooses to because he’s a good friend but he doesn’t get the chance to before he gets distracted by the sound of the kitchen door creaking open

he swivels around on the stool, about to greet namjoon enthusiastically and to tell him all about how you’re refusing to sell his beautiful cookies because apparently they’re ‘ugly’ and ‘look like a two year old decorated it and then sat on it’

namjoon brings a finger up to his lips to tell yoongi to be quiet, yoongi opening his mouth to say something before closing it again

“did you ever return that round container?” you ask, yoongi looking back over at you to see you sorting through the cabinets

“the round container?” yoongi asks dumbly, watching as namjoon crouches down with a devious smile on his face, “uh, yeah! i’m pretty sure i did.”

“really? because i can’t find it anywhere-” you move to turn around, yoongi’s eyes widening as he suddenly gets up from his stool and points to the cabinet so that you don’t notice namjoon creeping up behind you

“there! i see it right there!”

“whe- oh!” you jump in surprise when suddenly an arm slinks around you from behind, a kiss being planted on your cheek a moment later, “you scared me!”

“mm, sorry, baby-” namjoon hums, pulling you closer and squishing another kiss to your face, “i was hoping i’d be back before you got up!”

namjoon left before you woke up but you didn’t have much time to think about it because you had to get straight to baking

for you, valentine’s day is one of the busiest days of the year which means you’re basically in the kitchen all day

you appreciate the business but you’re always so exhausted that you basically pass out covered in flour by the end of the day

yoongi came over to help because he usually helps out anyway (and also because you usually have extras that he likes to take home) but he said that he couldn’t stay for long because he had to prepare for his ‘plans’ tonight

(you know he’s going out on a date with that receptionist girl with the hershey kisses but you haven’t hounded him on the topic because the last thing you want is to freak him out and get him all sweaty before his night of romance)

“where’d you go?” you ask, turning your head and reaching up to turn namjoon’s face towards you so you can give him a proper kiss, a giggle bubbling from your lips when he leans in for another one after you pull away from the first one

“to get you these-!” namjoon suddenly pulls a lush bouquet of forget-me-nots from behind his back and holds it in front of you, the sweet surprise automatically drawing a gasp of delight from you, “happy first valentine’s day!”

oh :’)

how romantic :’)

“i love them!” you take the bouquet from his hands with wide eyes before turning around so you can face namjoon, “you’re so sweet…”

namjoon purses his lips for another kiss and you immediately hear yoongi let out a groan

“all this kissing is going to make me hurl- also, are there no flowers for me, darling?” yoongi asks sarcastically, clasping his hands together before making obnoxious kissy noises at namjoon while fluttering his lashes, “and why didn’t you get roses instead? that way, i could’ve taken one.” he huffs, frowning in disappointment, “can’t give her stupid forget-me-nots…”

“her?” namjoon perks up, tilting his head in curiosity before looking back at you with a raised brow

he grins when you lean up to give him a sneaky little smooch while yoongi’s distracted

“yoongi has plans tonight.” you hint as you pull away from namjoon, slipping past him so you can grab a vase for the flowers

namjoon’s eyes widen for a second before he looks back over at yoongi with a knowing grin, “ah… plans! sounds fun.”

“uh, yeah, i guess you could call them plans. it’s just, like- we’re just having dinner at my place but honestly i’m probably going to order pizza or something.”

“you know, some places are making their pizzas heart-shaped since it’s valentine’s day. you should consider doing that!” namjoon points out, nodding enthusiastically, “ooh, or maybe you can ask them if they’d be willing to cut the pepperonis into little hearts-”

“that seems like it’s a little much for something casual-”

“casual-” you snort quietly to yourself as you fill the vase up with water, “we all know it’s not casual-”

“it is!” yoongi argues, straightening up a little, “it just so happens that today is valentine’s day, alright? whatever!”

“i still think you should consider the heart-shaped pizza. do you want me to order it for you? ah, what if i take care of dinner for you??” namjoon clasps his hands together, “i love planning romantic dinners-”

“i-it’s not a romantic dinner-!”

“it’s not romantic, but…” you trail off, carefully pulling a couple stems out of your bouquet before pulling one of the satin ribbons that are typically used for wrapping up the boxes off the table, “give this to her! just to be courteous.” you hum, carefully wrapping the ribbon around the stems before handing the mini bouquet to yoongi

yoongi blinks at the mini bouquet before taking it cautiously from your fingers, “courteous?”

“mhm. it is valentine’s day today, after all.” you nod, smiling lightly when you notice yoongi’s cheeks starting to get a little pink, “and if you’re feeling extra courteous, you can even do this-”

yoongi’s eyes pop open when you suddenly lean over and plant a big kiss on his cheek, his face instantly going bright red, “y/n!”

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➳ ceo!yoongi; it’s valentine’s day and yoongi & y/n are still very much in love with each other

“i have to admit that this flavour isn’t actually half bad.” yoongi hums, scooping up a little spoon of ice cream before bringing it up to his mouth, “but the vanilla frozen yogurt is still the best choice here.”

“low-fat, low-fun, old man.” you remind him, reaching up to wipe the chocolate syrup off the corner of your mouth, “but i’m glad you mustered up enough courage to try something new this time!”

yoongi branched out and decided to try the strawberry-chocolate flavoured frozen yogurt because this is his version of spicing things up

in his eyes, he’s an unhinged man tonight!

“you’re just being a hater- you and your ridiculous red-velvet-cake and chocolate syrup nightmare-”

you watch fondly as yoongi continues to rattle off about your questionable choice in ice cream while he scrapes at the side of his cup

the man you love and whose child you birthed hates ice cream and somehow you’re still very much in love with him

“so what else do you have planned for tonight?” you ask, yoongi looking up at you from his cup

you don’t know if maybe it’s because you’re getting old and you like to go to sleep early now but you wouldn’t mind calling it a night after dessert

you had fish tacos for dinner - because of course you did - and now you’re having ice cream for dessert at your favourite parlour in the same booth where yoongi kissed you for the first time - because of course you are

everything about tonight has been perfect and now all you want to do is go home

yoongi pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly

“well, i was thinking that maybe we could…” he drops the little plastic spoon into his cup before pushing it aside, folding his hands on the table and leaning forward

“we could…?” you ask innocently as you fold your arms up on the table and lean in as well, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth

“you know…” yoongi tilts his head, eyes flickering down to your lips for a brief moment before he looks back up at you “…buy a couple extra-large pints of ice cream to bring home?” he smiles knowingly, “they’re having a valentine’s day discount!”

“min yoongi... that is…” you reach across the table to squeeze yoongi’s wrist, “hands-down the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

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➳ uni!yoongi: it’s valentine’s day and y/n knows the way to yoongi’s heart

“in my opinion, valentine’s day is silly. it’s an overly commercialized holiday where large corporations take advantage of lovey-dovey couples who are willing to spend thousands and thousands of dollars on each other just to show each other how much they care, you know?” yoongi sighs, watching as you continue to rummage through your backpack, “like, i don’t need one day out of the year to show you how much i care about you when i care about you literally everyda- OOH, a present!” his eyes immediately light up when you pull out a box with his name written on the tag and you can’t help but snort at how quickly he’s changed his tune

“i just want you to know that if you don’t like these, i can totally go back and return them…” you clear your throat, watching as yoongi enthusiastically tugs at the ribbon before tossing it over his shoulder like a madman, “okay, you know you have to pick that up later-”

you’re pretty sure he stopped listening to you like three seconds ago but whatever

“y/n, you could give me a chunk of dirt and i’d still like-” yoongi takes the lid off, a wide grin suddenly stretching over his face, “no way! this is way cooler than a chunk of dirt!”

!!!

they’re a new set of wheels!

for his skateboard!!!!

they’re see-through with little red hearts sprinkled throughout the resin which isn’t usually the style he goes for but nonetheless these are going to look so sick!!!

“they’re new wheels for your skateboard!” you smile, watching as yoongi brushes the shreds of tissue paper off of them, “i know that little red hearts aren’t your thing, but they’re my thing and i thought it’d be nice because you could match with my scrunchie…” you trail off shyly, reaching up to rub the back of your neck, “but, yeah… if you don’t like them, i can return them for something cooler! they had ones with flames painted on them-!”

you don’t get a chance to say anything else before yoongi’s reaching over to grab the leg of your chair so he can yank you towards him for a kiss

“i love them-” yoongi beams, nudging his nose against yours before pulling away, “plus, i needed a new set of wheels so this is great.”

he takes another second or two to admire his new wheels before suddenly looking up at you, “now i feel like my present is super lame compared to yours…”

“oh, don’t be like that.” you frown playfully before bouncing up and down a little in your chair, “what’d you get me??”

“do you remember that polaroid picture we took over christmas?” yoongi asks, twisting in his seat so he can grab his bag, “the one of us sitting by the christmas tree in your apartment?” he pulls a brown paper bag out and hands it to you and you take it with greedy little raccoon hands

you’ve been looking forward to this all week

obviously you loved his present last year but you have a feeling you’re going to love this year’s present even more!

“mhm. i love that photo! i stuck it on the fridge, remember?” you ask, carefully peeling the tape off and folding the strip in half before setting it on the table

“well, i sent it to this person on etsy…” yoongi trails off, waiting for you to pull his gift out before making his announcment, “…and they turned it into a little keychain!”

omg

you can’t help but coo at the miniature polaroid, smoothing your finger over the surface

“oh, yoongi…” you giggle softly, pinching at the little red heart charm attached to the chain before looking up at him, “i love it! this is such a thoughtful present…”

“ah, it’s nothing…” yoongi murmurs, averting his gaze before shrugging, “i just thought it’d look nice on your keys, that’s all.”

“it’s going to look very nice on my keys. thank you, yoongi.” you lean forward to give him a peck, yoongi humming happily as you do so

“also, before i forget-” he perks up, “i found these and had to get them-” he turns and starts digging into his bag again before pulling out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs (it’s white with red hearts because that seems to be a recurring theme here), “you know, i’ve just been going through an etsy phase. there’s so much cool stuff on there!”

you zip your backpack up before turning back to face yoongi

“yeah, there’s a lot of stuff you can find on et- yoongi-!” your eyes nearly roll out of your skull at the sight of him twirling a pair of handcuffs around his finger, “oh my god, put those away!“ you hiss, looking around frantically before reaching over to try to grab them from him only for yoongi to raise his arm up

“what? you keep slipping out of the scrunches so i figured it was time to upgrade to something more secure.” the corner of yoongi’s mouth twitches in a smirk, “and the best part about these was the free shipping-”

“put them away-!”

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➳ mechanic!yoongi: it’s valentine’s day and yoongi won’t pay attention to y/n

“yoongi…” you sigh, placing your hands on your hips as you gently kick at yoongi’s feet, “c’mon, pay attention to me!”

you have a surprise for him and he was supposed to take a break like an hour ago!

“gimme one second, doll…” yoongi trails off, his voice muffled from where he is under the car, “i just have to do this-”

“you could be doing something else right now-” you grumble, reaching down to pick at a piece of lint off the jumpsuit you’re wearing

you bought a very pretty lingerie set a month ago in preparation for valentine’s day and you would really appreciate it if yoongi would spare you one second to notice that you’re wearing one of his jumpsuits (which already should’ve raised a red flag for him, but for some reason it didn’t) and underneath this grubby jumpsuit is a very pretty bra and an even prettier pair of panties!

it’s navy blue to match the jumpsuit and it even has little ribbons sewn onto the thigh garters which you know for sure he’s going to be a big fan of

“you said one second like ten minutes ago…” you whine quietly, hoping that yoongi can hear the pout in your voice so he’ll finally wheel out from under this damn car, “don’t you wanna know what your surprise is?”

“i do, baby, but i’m almost done…” yoongi’s hand shoots out from under the car to blindly reach for a wrench and you nudge it towards him with your foot, “thank you, pretty girl…”

“you can’t call me that if you’re not even looking at me.”

you know he’s beefing up the nicknames right now because he knows you love it when he calls you all sorts of terms of endearment and you’re trying noT to let that butter you up but there’s something about the way he says baby that just makes your tummy tingle

...

what were you doing again?

you shake yourself out of your trance before crossing your arms stubbornly, “you know what? maybe i’ll go and show namjoon what’s under this jumpsuit since you’re obviously a little too busy for me right now- NAMJOON, i need you! can you come out here for a second?”

“mm, you can show namjoon first and then i swear i’ll be done after- wait, under the jumpsuit-?!”

you hear a thud and a low ‘ow, fuck-’ before yoongi suddenly rolls himself out from underneath the car, scrambling up from the ground frantically, “did you say under the jumpsuit?” he asks, reaching up to wipe his face with the back of his hand only to smear more grease across his cheek

“i did.” you nod, placing your hands on your hips again before taking a step back, “and i would let you find out what’s under it for yourself, but your hands are very dirty so you’re not coming anywhere near me- anyways, if you weren’t so busy doing whatever it is you’re doing to that car-” yoongi’s eyelids flutter rapidly when you yank the jumpsuit open in one swift move, his mouth immediately going dry at the sight of… holy shit- “you could’ve been busy doing me.”

“i could’ve-” yoongi chokes, his eyes unable to look away from your chest, “i could’ve been do- we could- yeah, i can definitely do something else right now-”

oh, wow

it matches the jumpsuit and everything

...he wants to rip it off of you using his teeth.

“y/n! did you call for me?”

“joon! yeah, i was wondering what you thought about this-” you’re about to turn around to see if namjoon will appreciate your present more than your own boyfriend, yoongi lunging forward immediately to keep you from literally flashing namjoon, “yoongi-!” it’s only a second later that you feel yourself being lifted up and practically thrown over yoongi’s shoulder, your head spinning for a second at the sudden movement

“namjoon, there you are!” yoongi clears his throat before gesturing back to the car, “also, could you check on the- uh, the thing for me? the thing i was doing? to make sure it’s working?”

“yoongi, put me down, you lunatic-!”

“what? i don’t-” namjoon blinks owlishly when yoongi slaps a wrench down onto his palm, “i don’t know what you were doing, i’ve been in the office this whole ti-”

“great, thanks!” yoongi gives him a hearty slap on the shoulder before brushing past him, namjoon turning to look as he trots off towards the office with you still hanging over his shoulder

“do not get any grease on me, you brute-!”

why would he-

oh.

“yoongi-” namjoon clears his throat, “remember to hang a bandana on the doorknob this time!”

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➳ balletteacher!jimin: it’s valentine’s day and jimin & y/n have to be more careful next year

“okay, i know you told me not to get you anything for valentine’s day, but i couldn’t help myself.”

“jimin…” you turn to glance at him over your shoulder as you continue blindly rummaging through your duffle bag, “i told you i didn’t need anything!”

“but it’s valentine’s day!” jimin argues, shutting the closet door before spinning around on his heels with a cheeky grin, “and they’re just flowers!”

“yeah, but knowing you, they were probably really expensive flowers-” you tease, getting up from the ground before dusting your knees off, “and you didn’t have to get me a whole bouquet, i would’ve been perfectly fine with a single rose like last year-”

“i’m allowed to spend however much money i want on you-” the two of you walk towards each other until you’re standing in the centre of the room, jimin reaching into the bouquet to adjust the little note tucked into the centre of it, “now, i was going to go with roses, but i saw these red gardenias and thought they’d be the better option because i got you roses last year. plus, roses are a little cliché this time of year, don’t you think?”

to: y/n - there’s not enough space on this card to write a lot so happy vday i hope u know how much i care about u

“aw, jimin…” you giggle, unable to fight the grin off of your face after you read the endearing handwritten note, “happy valentine’s day to you too.”

jimin’s eyes widen in surprise when you suddenly pull a little heart-shaped box out from behind your back with a small giggle

“what? i thought you said you didn’t get anything for me?” jimin gasps, tilting his head before taking the box from you, “sneaky!”

“i know. i lied.” you crinkle your nose as you shake the box gently, “i customised it too and chose all your favourite flavours!”

“that’s very thoughtful of you, darling-” jimin smiles softly, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you towards him, “i can’t wait to-”

“mr. park, i think i left my-” you immediately spring away from jimin when the door suddenly swings open and smacks against the wall, “oh-!”

“seulgi!” jimin clears his throat, his grip tightening on the bouquet, “hello!”

“what’s… going on…?” seulgi trails off, eyes narrowing suspiciously at the bouquet of gardenias that both you and jimin are still holding onto, “are those flowers?”

“uh…” you look back over at jimin and the two of you exchange brief glances of pure panic, “yes! these flowers…” you trail off, your brain working overtime to come up with a believable reason as to why you and jimin look like you’re exchanging very romantic gifts, “are for everyone!” you chirp, grabbing the bouquet from jimin’s hands before spinning around to face seulgi with a smile, “mr. park wanted to give them out earlier but it slipped his mind so he asked me if i could hand them out to you guys!“

“oh my gosh, really?” seulgi gasps, bringing her fingers up to cover her mouth, “you know, i love gardenias-” she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth as she leans against the door frame, eyeing jimin dreamily, “that’s so sweet of you, mr. park. we didn’t know you were planning on surprising us again! you really didn’t have to do this!”

“yes, i… really didn’t…” jimin forces a smile on his face, “but i did… because i just… care so much about all of you ladies on this special day…”

“what about the chocolates?” seulgi leans over a little, her eyes flickering down to the box in jimin’s hand

you twist around to look down at it

you knEW you should’ve saved it for later tonight!

now you don’t have flowers and jimin’s about to lose his chocolates!!

jimin pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he stares down at his precious box of chocolates given to him by his very lovely girlfriend that he was planning on sharing with his very lovely girlfriend later tonight

…god damnit.

“…the chocolates are also for you guys.” jimin looks back up at seulgi, trying his best not to look like he wants to strangle her for interrupting what would’ve been a sweet moment, “why don’t you call everyone back?”

“okay!” seulgi practically squeals, disappearing from the doorway in less than a second

a couple seconds of silence pass by before you slowly turn around to face jimin with a sheepish smile, jimin letting out a chuckle before shrugging at you

“…happy valentine’s day?”

“happy valentine’s day.”

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➳ roommate!taehyung: it’s valentine’s day and taehyung can be romantic if he wants to be

“dark chocolate… oh my god, is this lemon? ew!” taehyung frowns, swallowing the bite before shuddering and placing the other half of the chocolate back into the box, “who in their right mind wants to eat lemon gunk inside a piece of dark chocolate?”

“i got peanut butter chocolate, so i’m happy with my selection.” you hum, dusting your fingers off before peering into the box for another piece

“what?? i wanted peanut butter chocolate!” taehyung whines, picking up the pamphlet to look at the different flavours again, “damnit. there’s only one peanut butter chocolate!”

“hey, you ate the milk chocolate caramel and you know i like that one!”

“everyone likes milk chocolate caramel, y/n. you’re not special!”

“i know you’re just lashing out because you’ve been getting all the gross flavours, so i’m going to forgive you for saying that.”

“like, ten of these pieces look the same…” taehyung scowls and continues to flip through the pamphlet, “i want milk chocolate and almond but it looks exactly like this one that’s milk chocolate with some kind of whipped orange filling inside of it…”

long story short, the two of you have been sitting here for the last half an hour snacking on a big box of chocolates that you decided to splurge on instead of using up all of your money on an overly-expensive dinner

valentine’s day is nice and all but you and tae both agreed that you wouldn’t make a big deal of it

you had a discussion about valentine’s day and the conclusion of that conversation was that you’d go all out on your anniversary but just take it easy on valentine’s day

but then again… a lot of your friends who are also in relationships have been posting cute pictures all day long of them and their significant others

and you know that you literally said valentine’s day wasn’t a big deal but... but the giant teddy bears… and the beautiful bouquets of flowers… the shiny, twinkling jewellery… the fancy dinners at fancy restaurants… it all looks so nice!

it’s not like you feel like you’re missing out on anything because the only thing that matters is that you and taehyung love each other blah blah blah anD you definitely don’t want to make it seem like you only care about materialistic things but it really makes you wonder if you and taehyung are just... bad at being a couple?

“are we bad at being romantic?” you ask out loud, turning to look at taehyung, “because we basically have no plans for the rest of the day besides gorging on chocolate and… well, gorging on more chocolate.”

“i don’t think we’re bad at being romantic. this is just… our version of romance!” taehyung shrugs, setting the pamphlet down before turning to face you as well, “everyone can celebrate today however they want to celebrate it, and we just so happen to be celebrating it like this!” he gestures to the two of you and the box of the chocolates

you’re wearing a grubby, stained sweatshirt and your fingers are sticky with chocolate and taehyung’s currently trying to fish a chunk of almond out from his molars

you’re not sure what kind of romance this is but it’s definitely something

“yeah, i guess you’re right…” you trail off, picking at one of the empty paper wrappers in the box

“why do you ask?”

“ah, no reason. you’re right. i mean, i’m the one who said that valentine’s day was-” you clear your throat before dismissing him with a flick of your wrist, “yeah, nothing.”

taehyung’s shoulders droop slightly as he watches you pick at the chocolates with a slight frown on your face

it’s not like he didn’t have anything planned for valentine’s day - as a matter of fact, he was going to get you one of those fancy buckets of roses that he sees all over instagram AND he was going to place a custom order for a whole bag of candy hearts with your guys’ initials on them - but then you mentioned one night that valentine’s day was kind of a goofy holiday and he immediately changed his mind

“...okay, c’mon.” taehyung dusts his hands off before getting up off the couch, a couple paper wrappers fluttering onto the floor, “go and get changed.”

“what are you talking about?”

“you want romance? i can do romance! one time i folded a girl’s clothes the morning after, and if that doesn’t scream romance, i don’t know what-” taehyung pauses when he realises he probably shouldn’t be talking about his past girls in front of his current girl (also you’re giving him that look that screams i dare you to continue talking), “i… am going to change the subject now because i feel myself wandering into dangerous territory- the point is: why don’t you change into something a little less comfortable?”

“what- why?” you frown, taehyung reaching down to wrap his hand around your elbow and pull you up off the couch

“we’re going on an impromptu date night, that’s why!”

“all the restaurants in the city are probably fully booked already, though-” you shake your head, reaching down to pick your phone up, “i don’t know…”

“aw, c’mon. looking for a restaurant on one of the busiest nights of the year is all part of our valentine’s day fun!!” taehyung chirps, reaching up to pinch your cheek, “plus, if all else fails, we’ll come home and order takeout like we were originally going to - which will still be super fun and romantic, because everything we do is super fun and romantic. okay?”

a wide grin spreads on taehyung’s face when he notices the excited smile starting to twitch at the corner of your mouth

“…okay!” you giggle, taking tae’s hand as you bounce up and down on the balls of your feet, “okay, let’s go change-” you turn around, pulling tae along behind you, “i bought a new pair of boots and i’ve been dying to wear them out-”

“yay! also, i’m just letting you know now that after we come home i’m going to bone you so romantically that you won’t even know what hit you-”

“tae-”

“what?! you said you wanted romance!”

✨why don’t you explore the rest of the library while you’re here?

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impagines · 4 years ago

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Falling for you!

(Childe x Reader one shot)

Content Warning: blood mention, concussion, mild violence typical to genshin.

Summary: You asked the traveler‘a team to escort you through some of the more dangerous part of Liyue. Of course, things don’t go according to plan. But at least Childe is there to soften the blow!

Childe and you are out with the traveler’s exploration team. As an archaeologist, you may not be a fighter but you’re still curious and adventurous. Thus, leading you to being escorted by everyone.

Childe played up his role as escort, going as far to say that he was “your knight in shining armor” for the afternoon much to your chagrin. He even takes your hand and hovers his face over it while over-exaggerating some kissy noises.

Everything was supposed to be fine. Until, of course, it wasn’t. Somehow, the Traveler and Childe always seem to be attracting trouble to themselves. This time the trouble came in the form of three abyss mages; one hydro abyss mage, one pyro abyss mage, and one cyro abyss mage.

Your group was now stuck in a cavern, trapped in by the trio of misfits. You were standing behind everyone, at the edge of a harsh cliff side leading into a deep, dark ravine below, trying your best to not get in the way of the group. However, this doesn’t prove to be useful in the face of enemies that can teleport straight towards you.

A cryo abyss mage appears in front of you and cackles at your fear. With a yelp, you barely dodge a stray icicle it unleashes, stepping backwards in the process. You stumble, and look behind you to see there’s little to no space between you and the cliffedge. One step forward means getting caught up in the abyss mage, and one step back means falling straight off, there’s no way you’re getting out of this without being hurt.

A little more luckily, Childe had seen your distress and immediately sprinted towards you and the abyss mage. Even if the element matchup was horrendous, he was still determined to keep you safe. A quick shot of hydro from Childe is enough to get the abyss mage’s attention. But it’s not enough to draw it from its position, where it starts to dance and chant. Your eyes widen at the barrage of icicles that are about to rain down upon you. You close your eyes tight, wishing that at least it’d be a quick death.

Childe is at your side in an instant, holding onto your waist, pushing your head into his chest and… leaping down the ravine?

You let out a scream of pure terror, trusting a fatui with your life had to be the worst mistake you’d ever made!

Except for the fact you weren’t exactly plummeting, instead you seem to be making a slower descent than you initially thought. You peek up from Childe’s chest, where you not-so-discreetly were curling up, to see that his glider had been pulled out and a cheeky grin was plastered onto his face.

“Scared?” Childe teases. “I promised I’d protect you already, and I can’t just back out of a promise.” He readjusts you in his arms, which is a lot more horrifying when you’re midair and the only thing you can latch onto is him. “Hold still, this is gonna be a rough landing.”

You brace yourself for impact, your jaw still managing to find a way to knock into a rock and reverberate the pain through your skull. Although you have a minor migraine, your fall has been mostly cushioned by Childe, who groans in pain below you. Despite his masochistic tendencies, it doesn’t look like he’s enjoying himself.

Quickly, you scamper off of his body and check him over. You pull his hair back with your hand, looking on in horror as you spread blood through it like it’s a gel. You wipe the blood off your hand and onto his uniform.

“Oh my archons, Childe are you alright?” Putting the slightly-bloody hand to his cold cheek as you inspect his face for any injury, he half-heartedly laughs at the concern.

“Aw, you don’t have to worry about a guy like me,” He pats the hand on his face. “I’m tough as nails. “

“That doesn’t mean anything, where does it hurt?” You continue to nag slightly, and he takes a moment to process the question before answering.

“It’s blurry,” he starts. “My head hurts, ears are ringing.” He gives another pat to your hand. “But I’m all good.”

“I think,” You squint at him, carefully looking into his eyes, and watch as his pupils dilate further. “You may be concussed.”

“Am not.” He slurs unconvincingly.

“Follow my finger with your eyes.” You hold up a finger, waiting for Childe’s eyes to latch onto the digit, and slowly move it from left to right. His eyes lag behind and he squints at the air dubiously.

“I’m no doctor but I think, at the very least, something is not right here.” You sigh and settle for unbuttoning his coat. Childe lazily pushes at your hands.

“Woah, woah, isn’t this a bit fast?” He wiggles his eyebrows, or at least tries to. It still gets a reaction out of you in the form of a flushed face and a scowl.

“You’re freezing, Childe. Or do you not remember the Hydro and Cryo Mages?” You bat his hand away and with shaky hands you unbutton the rest of the coat. Once you push the offending piece of cloth off of his shoulders, a shiver racks through him once exposed to the cool air. A droplet of water rolls down from his neck, going down the middle of his chest and into the crevices of his muscles before you catch it with your hand and wipe it away. His abs tense up for a moment before he relaxes, but he’s still shivering.

“Here, put your arms out so I can put you into this.” You request while taking off your own coat.

“Don’t need that,” Childe insists. “Won’t fit.”

“It’s oversized on me anyways, and you need it more. Just stop complaining already and let me help you.” You insist.

It’s a struggle to pull Childe’s arm through before he gives in. Once he’s in the overcoat, he seems much warmer once you button it up. On you it swamps your shape, but on him it’s a better fit, and he seems comfortable in it, albeit grumpy.

“Better?” You ask with genuine concern, eyeing up the apparent red spotting in his hair.

“‘M a bit cold, maybe a kiss will warm me up!” He makes an annoyingly exaggerated smooching sound as he looks up at you with mirth.

Your tongue swipes at your bottom lip and a copper taste fills your mouth. Your lip is totally busted from the whole ordeal.

“Sorry, I can’t do that. My lips are-.” You manage to catch yourself a little late, and your face heats up. Obviously Childe was kidding with you, even if it was a lot slower of a quip, but that was just due to the nature of a concussion!

Childe straight up giggles, it’s giddy and childish and you briefly wonder if this was a sound his family heard a lot growing up. “Your face, you should see the look on it,” Childe’s hand comes up to your cheek this time, and you know he can feel the heat because your face feels uncomfortably warm in this frigid cave. “Ah, my own personal fireplace.”

You have half the mind to scold him, but you figure it’s not worth the energy and you just slump against him carefully. Your arms come around Childe’s form and you hear his breath hitch in your ear.

“Is this warmer?” You ask quietly, but you know he caught it because you’re right next to his ear that is slowly turning red.

“Yeah.” He chokes out. Dare you say it, he seems nervous when he wraps his own arms around you and returns the embrace. You smile into his neck.

“Thank you for saving me. The others will certainly come looking for us. So we can stay like this for a while, yeah?”

#childe x reader #reader x childe #reader x character #genshin #genshin impact #Tartaglia x reader #Tartaglia genshin

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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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The 1st (and Last) Time the Afton's Buy a Parrot

Go to the pet store, they said! Buy this talking Parrot, they said! It'll be fun, they said! Well...William slowly learns the pros and cons of buying their blue and grey Indian Ringneck parakeet.

So...Things have not been going so great. I've hit a severe road block in my steps into finding a job, and now...I'm starting the resume process all over again. Kinda pissed about it, not gonna lie. But, typing up this fanfic has helped me keep some of my sanity. So, I owe it all to my patient family members and friends who have had to deal with my agitated and unusually impatient self during my job struggles AND my period week amidst that.

Thank you so much. I am now past that, and looking for something new. While I wait, here's a brand new, super long FNAF fanfic for you. Enjoy!

“He said my name! Daddy! He said my name!”

“O-Oh my! Did-did it just make a smooching noise? That’s so cute!”

“Can we pleeeaaaase get him?”

“*ahem* How much for a parrot?”

“$400.”

“$400?!”

“This Indian Ringneck is actually quite cheap compared to the average price which can be between $500 and $700.”

“I...Oh.”

Before he knew it, the parrot was in a take-home cage, saying bye to the pet shop workers as they left with their new friend: Dexter the parrot. It was already taught a name beforehand, and the kids seemed to love it! So, they kept it. The family took the time to set up the bird cage and the climbing items so the bird can fly around and join in the house drama.

It sure didn’t take long for the parrot to start picking up on words either! Dexter’s first word had been “Good morning!”, which he repeated to everyone in the house! It was really funny hearing Dexter pick up on certain repeated words. Sometimes, there were moments when Michael or Elizabeth would play peek-a-boo with Dexter!

“Peek-a-boo!” Michael cooed.

Dexter bobbed his head down, before popping it back! “Peekaboo!” Dexter said quickly.

“Yaaaay! He did it! Peekaboo!” Elizabeth cheered.

Dexter bobbed his head down and brought it back up again! “Peekaboo!” Dexter reacted.

Michael chuckled. “Yaay! Go Dexter!” he cheered.

At one point, Dexter had been watching William tickle little Chris. “Coochy coochy coo! A coochycoochycoo! A coochycoochycoochycoo!” William repeated over and over again. Chris was laughing happily and giggling at William’s silly words, while Dexter was studying his words very carefully.

The next morning, Chris ran down the stairs with his backpack. “Hi Dexter!” Chris greeted.

“Good morning!” Dexter replied.

“Hi!” Chris said again.

“Coochycoochycoo!” Dexter teased suddenly.

Chris bursted out laughing and pointed at the parrot. “HEHEHE TEHEHEASED MEHEHE!” Chris yelled.

Clara heard the whole exchange from the kitchen, and was giggling as well. It didn’t take long for William to come downstairs in his work shirt. “Hey William...I think Dexter may have learned your teasing method.” Clara warned him with a smirk. William’s eyes widened in horror before he turned to look at the bird on the table.

Dexter looked at William. “Hi Will!” He greeted.

“Hi Dexter!” William said back.

“Hi Dexter!” Dexter repeated.

“Yup, that’s what I said.” William replied.

Dexter let out a whistle. “Coochycoochycoo!” Dexter cooed.

William was taken back, while both his wife and his youngest were laughing themselves silly. “How dare!” William reacted, going closer to the parrot.

“Bye!” Dexter said back.

“Nope. I’m not leaving.” William let him know.

Dexter bobbed his head down, and looked back up. “Peekaboo!” Dexter exclaimed. William hung his head and held back a laugh. “Coochycoochycoo!” Dexter added.

“Hey now! No Coochy coochy coo.” William warned.

“Coochycoochycoo!” Dexter said back.

“What did I just say?” William asked.

“Coochycoochycoo!” Dexter repeated.

“NO coochy coochy coo!” William yelled at him.

“Coochycoochycoo!” Dexter repeated.

“Quit the teasing.” William ordered, pointing his finger at the bird.

Dexter looked at the index finger, before jumping his legs onto it and looking William in the eye. “Coochycoochycoo!”

Finally, William tapped out of the argument. Chris was laughing his head off, and his wife was giggling and shaking her head.

Ever since that little argument, William would sometimes get into ‘arguments’ with the parrot. As Dexter’s vocabulary got better and better, the arguments became more word-oriented and fleshed out. The arguments were still meaningless, but it was still fun to watch and laugh.

“I love you!” Dexter said.

“You love me?” William reacted.

“I love you!” Dexter repeated.

“How dare you love me.” William teased. Dexter jumped onto his shoulder and pecked his cheek, making a kissing sound. William smiled. “Shucks, Dexter! You’re making me blush!” William reacted.

“Coochycoochycoo!” Dexter cooed.

William sighed. “Aaaand we’re back to the teasing.” William muttered.

“Peekaboo!” Dexter said after.

“Peekaboo? Alright.” William covered his face with his hand, and uncovered it. “Peekaboo!” Dexter let out a laugh, that sounded a little like a witch. William wheezed and laughed at that. “What was THAT?!” He reacted. “Is that what your laugh sounds like?! It’s demonic!” William reacted.

Dexter bobbed his head down and lifted it back up again. “Peekaboo!” Dexter reacted.

William only giggled at that. “You’re so weird.”

“I love you!” Dexter repeated.

“I love you too, Dexter.” William replied, scratching under his chin.

A little bit later, Dexter managed to learn a few new sounds! The latest sound was like a snoring sound...Almost, to the point where Elizabeth wondered if Dexter had learned William’s snoring sound. But, William mentioned how short the sound was. Therefore: it couldn’t have been his snoring sound.

Things finally clicked when some of the family members started laughing together. Picking up on the social signal, Dexter started laughing in his witchy laugh as well! Usually in the middle of the laughing, Michael’s signature snorting would show up. This would end up putting the family into hysterics all over again! And then the moment Dexter heard that, he started making the short snore sound! Suddenly, everything made sense!

Michael covered his mouth in horror! “Oh no!” Michael whined. “He learned my snort!” Michael exclaimed. William and the family LOST it after that! Michael was absolutely embarrassed! Now whenever Dexter would laugh, he could snort exactly like Michael would in between laughs!

Speaking of Michael embarrassed, Dexter quickly learned that he could get the best reactions to his teasing out of Michael! Dexter would hang out on his shoulder and either just sit there and watch Micheal do homework, or he would talk to him in his own little way.

“Math time!” Dexter declared.

Michael laughed. “Dexter, this is english!” He reacted.

“Hi Michael!” Dexter greeted.

“Hi Dexter.” Michael replied, petting his head.

Dexter jumped down off his shoulder and stood on the corner of the table. Dexter bobbed his head down and lifted it back up. “Peekaboo!” Dexter declared.

“Not now. I’m busy.” Michael told him.

Dexter let out a chirp. “Time for work!” Dexter said.

“Yyyup. Time for homework.” Michael told him.

“Pleeeeaaaase?” Dexter asked, imitating Elizabeth’s whiny begs.

Michael chuckled. “Please what?” he asked.

“Math time!” Dexter repeated.

“This is english. No math time. I did my math already.” Michael told him.

Dexter hopped up to Michael’s cheek, pecked it with his beak and made a kissy noise. “I Love you!” Dexter said to him.

Michael smiled. “I love you too, Dexter.” He replied.

Dexter repeated his kiss. “I love you too!” Dexter repeated.

Michael started to blush a little. “I know you love me.” Michael replied.

Dexter gave him another cheek kiss. “Coochycoochycoo!” Dexter teased.

Michael whined and dropped his head into his writing arm. “Ihihi cahahan’t fohohocus!” Michael whined. Dexter let out a little laugh and a snort. That just made Michael’s face turn even more red. “Stahahap repeating my snort! I know it’s stupid! I don’t need a living record player repeating that for me!” Michael whined.

“Coochycoochycoo!” Dexter repeated.

Michael whined again and pushed him a little with his finger. “Staaahahap.” Michael whined.

“Coochycoochycoo!” Dexter said yet again.

“Moooom, Dexter’s teasing meee!” Michael whined.

William chuckled from the other room. “Can’t handle the coochycoochycoo’s?” William asked, walking out to the kitchen.

“Coochycoochycoo!” Dexter repeated.

“Dehehexteher, I swehehear!” Michael whined in slight agitation.

“Awww! Micey’s getting all flustered now!” William teased, walking up beside his son.

“NOhoho, Dahahad, don’t you dahahare!” Michael warned. “Ihihi’ll gehet you back!” Michael threatened.

“No you won’t.” William replied back. “Not if Dexter keeps up the teases.” William added as he started squeezing his sides.

“HEHEHEHAhahahaha! Dahahad nohohohoho!” Michael laughed, wrapping his arms around his sides and wiggling around in his seat.

“I think what you’re trying to say, is Dad YES!” William replied as he wiggled a finger in his belly button.

“NohohOHOHOHO! NAHAT MYHYHY BEHEHELLY BUHUHUTTOHOHON!” Michael shouted.

“Coochycoochycoo! Coochycoochycoo!” Dexter was repeating to Michael.

“Yeah, you tell him, Dexter. Coochy coochy coo! A coochy coochy coo!” William teased further.

“Coochycoochycoo!” Dexter repeated.

“STAHAHAP IHIHIHIT BOHOHOTH OHOF YOHOHOHOU!” Michael begged.

To make matters worse, William had grabbed Dexter and placed him on the top back of the chair. “There! Get his ear, Dexter! Tickle his ear!” William encouraged while holding his son back against the chair so he couldn’t move forward. Dexter started pecking at his ear and his neck, making Michael squeak and shake his head around.

“NOhohohoho! Stahahahap ihihihit Dehehexteheher!” Michael begged.

In reaction, Dexter laughed and imitated his snort. Hearing Dexter be such a teasy nut, made William laugh like there was no tomorrow.

“Hi Michael!” Dexter greeted.

“Stahahap tihihicklihing mehehe! Ihihihi hahahave hohohomewohohork!” Michael giggled at them both.

Dexter suddenly grew distracted. “Math time!” Dexter said.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” William said to Dexter.

“Ahagain, it’s ENGLISH!” Michael yelled at Dexter, getting right into his face.

Michael stared at Dexter with intense eyes. Dexter tilted his head to the side slightly, before leaning in…

“Mwah! Kisses!” Dexter declared. “I love you!” Dexter repeated.

Michael whined and smacked his head against the desk in defeat, while William just laughed at them.

One time, Henry had been visiting. Dexter had grown to LOVE Dexter, and surprisingly, vice versa as well! Dexter started adding the name ‘Henry’ to his vocabulary.

“Henry!” Dexter said, flying to the man and standing on his head. “Hi Henry!” Dexter greeted.

Henry laughed a little and tried not to move his head very much. “Hi Dexter!” Henry greeted back. William tapped onto the stair rack to show Dexter where to go. Catching onto the signal, Dexter flew there. “Okay. Come here, Dexter!” Henry encouraged the bird by showing his somewhat curled hand to land on. Without a second thought, Dexter flew to Henry and landed on his finger. “Hi little nerd!” Henry greeted, scratching under his chin.

“Hi Henry!” Dexter greeted.

“Awww...Of course you’re choosing the guest over us.” William complained a little.

“A little jealous?” Henry joked.

“No way, me?! Naaah.” William replied, keeping a confident front.

Henry laughed and allowed the kids to overwhelm him.

“Hi Uncle Henry!” Elizabeth greeted.

“Uncle Henryyyy!” Chris yelled.

“Hi Lizzie! Hi Chris!” Henry greeted.

“Come play with us!” Chris begged.

“Yeah! We’re playing tea party!” Elizabeth told him.

“No we’re not! We’re playing cowboys!” Chris whined.

“Tea Party!” Elizabeth fought.

“Cowboys! And Henry can be the horse!” Chris declared.

William widened his eyes. “Now wait a se-”

“Henry might not wanna be the horse!” Elizabeth interrupted. William waved his hand to Elizabeth, showing Chris she’s right. “You need to ask him first before you jump onto his back!” Elizabeth told Chris, recalling the same situation from when she was younger.

Chris turned to Henry with his famous puppy eyes. “Henry? Do you wanna be the horse?” Chris asked.

Henry giggled and shook his head. “I’d love to!” Henry replied.

William sighed and let a small smile grow onto his face. “How are you so patient with them?” William asked as he followed a child-surrounded Henry to the living room.

“I don’t know. I guess it’s just who I am.” Henry replied as he went into the crawling position. “Now, no kicking. Okay? Don’t kick me to get me to go, use your words.” Henry warned before he started playing the horse.

“Go horsey go!” Chris declared excitedly. Henry started crawling on his request. As he was crawling around and being the horse, Dexter flew to Elizabeth’s hand.

“MOOO!” Dexter declared.

Elizabeth turned her head to Dexter in pure confusion. “Whaaaaa?”

William bursted out laughing and doubled over, while Henry hung his head and giggled. “Thahat’s not the sound a horse makes, Dexter.” Henry told him.

Suddenly, Dexter made a car alarm sound! Henry lifted an eyebrow and looked up at William. William’s laughter had stopped, and he was now hiding his face in his hands. “I set off the car alarm one time...and Dexter catches on and starts imitating the sound.” William admitted.

“Wow! This bird’s amazing! He’s smart, yet dumb all at once!” Henry reacted.

William chuckled as Dexter flew up to him on the couch armrest. “Hi Dexter.” William greeted.

“Hi Dexter!” Dexter repeated.

“Mm hmm...That’s what I said.” William told him.

“Pleeeeaaaase?” Dexter asked.

“Please what?” William asked.

“Math time!” Dexter replied.

“Math is boring.” William told him.

“Pleeeeaaaase?” Dexter pleaded.

“No math. No homework. It’s playtime.” William told Dexter.

“Mooo!” Dexter shouted.

“That’s not a cow. That’s a horse.” William told Dexter, pointing to Henry.

“Hi Henry!” Dexter said.

Henry chuckled and shook his head as he made a neighing sound.

“Hi Michael!” Dexter greeted.

The kids laughed at that. “Henry’s not Michael!” Elizabeth reacted.

William sighed and rubbed his nose. “Michael’s not even here right now.”

“Hi Michael!” Dexter repeated.

“Michael is gone.” William told him.

“Hi Michael!” Dexter repeated again.

“Dexter. Mike, is NOT, HERE.” William repeated, getting close to his face.

Dexter stared at William for a moment. “Coochycoochycoo!”

“Oh. Now you’re teasing me. Newsflash: teasing doesn’t work on me.” William told him.

“Time for work!” Dexter declared.

“I’m done work, Dexter.” William told him.

“Peekaboo!” Dexter declared.

“No.” William said back, growing visibly angry.

Dexter bobbed his head down and rose it back up. “Peekaboo!” Dexter declared.

“No peekaboo.” William told him.

Suddenly, Dexter squawked and opened his wings to him! William actually jumped and yelped! But that just ended up making William frown even more. William waved his hand towards Dexter to get him off. “Get outta here.” William ordered.

“No.” Dexter said back.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened as she looked to Chris with worry. “Uh oh…” Chris muttered to her.

“Leave. Me. Alone. Bird.” William warned.

“I’m Dexter!” Dexter greeted as if he was introducing himself to William for the first time.

Finally, William flicked Dexter’s chest and knocked him onto the floor. “Dad! Be nice!” Elizabeth yelled at him. “He doesn’t know much better.” Elizabeth told him as he tried to take Dexter away. But Dexter refused to go down without another fight. He flew up to the armrest and squawked at him again. William flinched a bit, and…

...smirked?

William leaned in towards the parrot. “How would you like to be cooked?” William asked.

Henry dropped his jaw. “WILLIAM!” He shouted.

“Time to eat!” Dexter replied.

“Oooh yes, time to eat...You.” William said with an eeeeevil grin.

“Seeds please!” Dexter asked.

“Oh? You want some sunflower seeds surrounding your roasted body? Oohoho…” William leaned back and placed his index fingers onto his lips. “That can be arranged.”

“Daddy! Stop it!” Elizabeth yelled.

“What? Worried I’m gonna fight him? Tie him down? Cover him in oil?” William asked her.

Elizabeth whined and threw a pillow at him. “It’s not funny!” Elizabeth yelled to him.

“Food time!” Dexter said happily.

“See? He wants to become food!” William told her, pointing to Dexter.

“No he doesn’t! He wants to EAT food! Not BECOME food!” Elizabeth told him.

“Why are we even JOKING about this, Will?!” Henry asked him.

“Fight me!” Dexter yelled at him.

Suddenly, everything stopped. Both kids were staring at the parrot with big smiles on their faces. Henry was smirking and ready to cheer the bird on, while William looked awestruck by Dexter’s sudden ability to stand up to himself. “What did you just say?” William asked him, dumbfounded.

Dexter jumped at William again. “Fight me! Fight me!” Dexter yelled at him.

Elizabeth bursted out laughing and rolled all across the floor. Even Henry was laughing a little. “He’s getting smart, even for a parrot! You’d better be careful, William. He’s reaching droid-levels of intelligence.” Henry warned with a smirk.

“You want me to fight you?” William asked.

“Fight me! Fight me! Fight me!” Dexter repeated, jumping around.

“You wanna fight me? I could easily end you.” William reacted.

Finally, Henry grabbed William’s foot. “Aaaaalright, that’s enough.” Henry told him as he pulled him right off the sofa and flopped him onto the ground.

“HEY! What was that for?!” He yelled.

Henry laughed. “You’re threatening the bird a liiiittle too much. You need to cool it.” Henry told him. “Kids? What do ya say we tickle pile him?” Henry suggested.

“YES!” They both declared excitedly.

William’s eyes widened in fear and horror. “Wait, WHAT?! No, no no no HOLD ON-”

Elizabeth and Chris puppy-piled their father while Henry went for William’s feet. “Does Willy Wonka have ticklish walkers?” Henry asked, skittering his fingers on both of his arches.

“NOHOHOHOHAHAHA! GUHUHUHUHYS!” William yelled, falling into a laughing fit. Elizabeth started raspberrying his belly, making up for all the raspberries he’s blown onto her. “WAHAHAHAIT! EHEHELIHIHIZABEHEHEHETH!” William shouted. “NOHOHOHOHOHO RAHAHAHASPBEHEHEHERRIHIHIES!” William begged.

“But Daddy needs ALL the raspberries!” Elizabeth told him right back.

“Yeeeaaah! And Daddy also needs his speeecial ribby spiders!” Henry declared, skittering his fingers up and down his ribs like spiders.

“NOHOHOHOHO GAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” William’s laughter quickly went silent as he rolled himself onto his stomach.

Henry quickly retreated his fingers and laid down beside him. “You okay? You calm now? You done threatening Dexter?” Henry asked.

“Nope!” William started squeezing Henry’s side and got up to keep tickle attacking him.

“Whahahat thehehe- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WIHIHIHILLIAHAHAHAM NOHOHOHO!” Henry yelled, laughing and wiggling around under him.

“I think the right answer is, William yes.” William replied proudly before blowing a raspberry onto his side.

“YYYAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Henry shrieked in pure surprise. Henry continued to fall into the rabbit hole of endless hysterics! And to make things even funnier…

“YYYAAAAAAAAAA!”

...Looks like Dexter added yet another sound to his vocabulary.

#william afton is a pet owner #family fluff #family bonding #dark comedy #ticklefic #ler!elizabeth #ler!dexter #switch!william #switch!henry #lee!michael #teasing #fluff and humor

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crowsnests · 3 years ago

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taste of certainty - part three

Fandom: The Arcana Pairing: Julian Devorak x OC Apprentice (Syran Elkas) Tags: friends to lovers; modern times au; friend group dynamic; slow burn; pining; really just Julian being Julian and Syran being Oblivious Words: 7453 Warnings: mention of anxiety, migraines, insomnia, alcohol

part 1 2 3 4 5

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I see the walls that are torn and bent The tug of war in the now, not yet Holding back what they can contain Can you tell me why I feel this way?

- trust; half-alive

III. sweet hurricane

Wednesdays are chill enough workdays, usually. It’s when Miss Eirsdottir has the least meetings, so Syran gets to calmly sit at her desk, processing new proposals and arranging schedules.

Not this Wednesday, though.

Miss Eirsdottir has Syran basically assist Varya in running all sorts of errands: moving from one side to the building to the other, carrying boxes of products for her to review, making sure the interns get the right coffees for the guests in the meetings, rushing to bring important folders to the PR office, assisting in said meetings. Varya is nice and helps Syran feel more at ease with the amount of workload, but it’s still quite stressful.

Syran forgot the days close to the launch of a new product could get so hectic. Her recurring migraine starts to make itself heard.

In the midst of it all, she gets a moment to catch her breath, during her lunch break. She goes and sits outside, despite the cold, on a bench in the courtyard inside the building. As she unfurls her lunchbox – a chicken sandwich, a carrot, and a bunch of blueberries – Asra and Pasha join her at the bench.

“Well, you look like shit,” Asra says, not even bothering with formalities as he sits down and opens his ricebox. A spiced scent trails out from it.

“Thanks, feel like it, too,” Syran answers, then bites into her carrot. Her head is pounding with pain and the nausea that comes with it doesn’t make her food look all that appealing, but she’s used to it at this point. She vaguely explains the reason for her exhaustion, her two friends nodding in understanding.

“Yeah, this week is tough, huh?” Pasha looks concerned as she takes out her lunch from her bag. A clear box with pasta in it and some orange juice.

“Yeah, pre-release is hell up in management,” Syran sighs.

“Well, at least you get to have fun next weekend! It’s gonna be a blast.” Pasha winks.

Syran looks at her confused, blinks a couple times, her brain slowly moving its gears together.

Asra looks at her pointedly, mouthing something.

Syran can’t decipher it, but a light goes on in her brain nonetheless.

“Oh shit, it’s your birthday! Yeah! Can’t wait for that!”

“You and Nadi always know how to throw a good party, I’m excited,” Asra smiles, bright eyes wrinkled up in joy. He does love partying.

Pasha laughs, then goes on to describe how she’s planned this carefully, how the theme is Vintage Masquerade, or something, and how she can’t wait to see everyone’s costumes. Asra engages with her eagerly, giving advice for decorations and getting excited over the food.

There and then, Syran realises two things.

One: she has no fucking clue what to wear to something like that.

Two: she’s supposed to see Ilya today and get Pasha a present.

As if summoned, her phone goes off. Ilya’s name on the screen makes her insides squirm but she opens the text trying not to arouse suspicion.

dr. hulian - 13:12 Do you think Pasha would like this?

Attached to the message, there’s a picture of a– well, a skull, looking pretty real and being held by what’s clearly Ilya’s hand. Syran finds it a little eerie, but she can’t hold her smile back.

To: dr. hulian - 13:13 Mmmh, maybe if you decorated it a bit?

She starts eating her sandwich, itching to get a reply, but acts as if it’s nothing. She gets back into the conversation with Pasha and Asra, trying to get distracted. Asra is now suggesting he could give tarot readings to the guests for a little bit during the party, Pasha seems elated at the idea.

Then, Syran’s phone vibrates again.

from: dr. hulian - 13:16 - You mean like this? - His name is Ferdinand, by the way

This time, the skull has a thin golden scarf with an intricate flower pattern tied all around, complete with a fancy bow on top. It’s ridiculous and endearing at the same time. Syran tries to stifle a laugh.

To: dr. hulian - 13:18 - hell yeah, ferdinand looks perfect in that, love it - where did he get that, looks extremely fashionable

from: dr. hulian - 13:18 - We stole it from nadia’s bag while she went to the bathroom. I suspect mere seconds before we get punished for our crime. - oh no, she found us

Syran laughs again, this time she can’t hide it as she types a reply.

To: dr. hulian - 13:19 - Just blame it on Ferdinand! i’m sure she’ll understand

“–kay, what’s going on, Syran?”

“Huh?” She blinks up at the two pairs of eyes scrutinising her.

“Who’re you texting?” Asra looks smug, ready to pounce.

“Looks like a pretty nice convo you’re having there.” Pasha adds, leaning forward to rest her chin on her hand.

Syran scrambles for a reply. There’s no way in hell she’s going to be honest with them on this, not today.

Or ever, probably.

“Just– Ran. She was showing me her dogs, back at home,” She smiles at the end, desperately hoping to sell the lie.

Pasha lights up at the word dogs, but Asra doesn’t seem convinced.

“Really? She never mentioned dogs to me,” He narrows his eyes.

“Oh, yeah, she has two mixed breeds and– and a parrot.”

I mean, it’s not as much of a lie as a past truth. Ran used to have two dogs and a parrot in her old home. Now it’s just one of the dogs, who’s gotten pretty old, too.

“That’s cute! Can I see?” Pasha eagerly leans over to glance at Syran’s phone, now sitting face up on the table.

“Uh– I– I guess–” just as Syran tries to make something up, the phone goes off again, this time with a call. Ilya’s name flashes on the display for everyone to see.

Syran just stares at it, startled.

“Well, aren’t you going to answer?” Asra suggests, teasingly.

Syran chuckles nervously, then reaches for the phone.

“Hello?”

From the other side there’s noises and two distinct voices arguing, albeit muffled. None of them talking to her.

“H– hello?” she tries again, this time genuinely confused.

“–ust for a second! Don’t get mad at me, come on–”

“–you should know better than to steal from me, Ilya,”

“Come on, Nadi– ust a joke!”

“–going to have a better excuse�� this was a gift!”

Asra and Pasha lean closer to try and hear what’s going on, but Syran swats them away.

“Must be a butt dial or something,” she mutters, just as Ilya keeps talking and exclaims an apology.

Pasha rolls her eyes. “Is it my brother?”

As Nadia seems to reprimand Ilya more, Syran nods, looking confused enough for her friends to frown with her.

“– an excuse to talk!” Ilya’s exclamation gets Syran's attention.

“You’re a lost cause, Devorak,” This time Nadia’s voice is a little more clear.

“I know,” Ilya says.

When they go silent Syran tries again.

“Uhhh, hello?”

More noises. Something scrambling by the mic.

“Oh, shi– goddamn– hello? Syran? That you?”

“Yep,” She deadpans, avoiding Pasha and Asra’s eyes, “In the flesh.”

“Uh– did you– did you call me?”

“I believe you called me, Ilya,” she arches an eyebrow.

On the other side of the table, Pasha is making a kissy face and hugging herself, then mouths the word smooch. Next to her, Asra snickers. Syran rolls her eyes and turns on her seat, her back facing them.

“Ah. Right. Well, that was– not intentional. I was– discussing, with Nadia, you see.” Ilya utters, embarrassed.

“I figured,” Syran laughs, “Pretty important discussion, it seems.”

“Uh– did you hear much of that?”

Syran could barely understand, really. “Nope, mostly that Nadia’s mad about your theft.” She smiles.

“Yes, indeed. But Ferdinand and I will be okay,” He laughs, clearly more relaxed. “We fought hard and we lost our treasure, but we came out of it unscathed.”

“That’s not true–” Nadia chimes in from somewhere next to him.

Syran can’t help but laugh louder at Ilya’s theatrics this time, “Well, I’m glad you’re alive, at least.”

She is also glad that her friends can’t see her face right now, because it would be so, so, incriminating.

“So, uh, well,” Ilya continues, “Since we’re here, I was– I was wondering if you’re still on for later? For the– uh– secret mission?” Syran smirks at the way he whispers it, not subtle at all.

Suddenly aware not only of the pair of devils behind her, but also of the fact her and Ilya’s mission involves a surprise for one of them, Syran tries to not give herself away. She also probably needs to close the call, before she makes things worse for herself.

“Yep, yep, sure.” She says, quickly. “No worries.”

“Oh, great, so I’ll come–” Ilya starts.

“Yeah, work’s definitely busy today!”

“Uhm, okay, so– does that mean–”

“No, it’s fine!” Syran exclaims, trying her best to act convincingly. “Well, good luck with your– things!”

“Okay, bu–”

Syran hangs up before Ilya can finish.

“Wow,” Asra says from behind her.

Syran breathes in and takes a moment to turn back towards them, then hides her face in her sandwich.

“You two were straight-up flirting,” Pasha says, smile on her face.

Syran talks with a bite of sandwich in her mouth. “Do you even know what flirting entails? Because that was not it. That was a normal conversation. If that was flirting, then I’d be flirting with all of you. All the time. That’s not flirting.”

Cool, now she's talking way too much.

“Ah, the sweet taste of denial,” Asra sighs, dramatic and starry-eyed.

“Seriously, you guys are delusional.” Syran gives one last bite to her sandwich. “That was just an accidental dial, nothing more.”

“Yes, but why, oh, why, I wonder, was it to you? Were you so high up in his recent contacts?” Pasha squints at her, sly.

“You’re reaching. We all have a groupchat together, it could have been for any reason. You know how clumsy Ilya can be.” Syran shrugs, praying that they’ll let her live. Seriously, she does not deserve this torture. “Why are you guys so obsessed with this anyway?”

Pasha and Asra exchange a look, then they both lean back, in sync.

“Okay,” Asra states. He narrows his eyes and crosses his fingers on the table like he's a renowned detective, or something. “Let’s assume you’re right.”

“Which I am–”

“Did you mind, though?”

“What?”

“Did you mind that Ilya butt-dialed you?”

“What sort of question is that?” Syran widens her eyes, taken aback. Really, why are they so stubborn.

“Just answer, perp!” Pasha points a finger at her. Now it really feels like Syran is in an interrogation room.

“I have nothing to answer, because that is a stupid question.” She closes her lunch box with finality, looking straight into Pasha’s eyes.

“Admit it!” Asra slams a hand on the table, “You enjoy talking to him!”

Syran groans, exasperated, “Of course I do, he’s my friend! It would be mean if I didn't!”

Pasha and Asra smile at each other, “We got her, chief.” Pasha says.

“You got nothing,” Syran glares at them, “I’m going back to work.”

She gets up and gathers her things, ignoring the chorus of booos coming from her friends.

God, she loves them to bits, but they can be so annoying at times.

🂱

Somehow, she manages to slither away from the others and get back home safe.

After having sent Ilya a few explanatory texts and having agreed to meet at a cafe nearby, she finally takes a look in the mirror.

She really does look tired. Without distractions around her, the migraine is harder to ignore. She takes a relief pill and washes her ruined makeup, her face feeling cleaner. The heaviness of the day is starting to take a toll on her, she can feel it in her muscles.

When she checks the time, she realises that she’s going to be late if she doesn’t hurry up.

Quickly, she reapplies her makeup as best as she can, then throws on some clean and more comfortable clothes.

Persephone meows at her from the foot of her bed; it’s almost as if she’s smirking at her, knowing more than she lets on.

“Oh, not you too,” Syran pleads.

🂱

When she arrives at the cafe, Ilya is waiting by the entrance, casually leaning on the wall behind him. She takes a moment to look at him while he’s distracted by his phone, all perfectly styled auburn hair and dark clothes. She hates how good he looks.

(She doesn’t hate it, really, but she’ll die before she admits it.)

When he meets her eyes, a big smile sparks on his face.

“Hey,” she waves. “Hope you haven’t been waiting long.”

“Hey,” he echoes, “Not at all.”

“Shall we?”

“Ah, yes, uh– should we get some coffee to go, first, since I owe you that?” He smirks, but then his eyes glance down to the side straight away. “That’s if– if you want, of course.”

“Sounds great!” Syran nods, delighted at the thought of a hot beverage in her hands.

The cafe is cozy and warm, most of the tables are filled with people chatting or working on their laptops.

As they wait in line, Ilya and Syran talk a little about their days, how Ilya’s research is driving him insane, how Syran’s boss gave her a hundred errands until late.

“Yikes, that must be tiring,” Ilya says, concerned, as they wait for their drinks.

Ilya has ordered a black coffee with a splash of milk, Syran has opted for a matcha latte. She likes coffee, but on days like this it makes her a little too jittery.

“Yeah, I mean, no more tiring than any other job. Plus, I learn a lot. Miss Eirsdottir is tough, but she’s brilliant.” Syran finds herself fiddling with her hands. “Hopefully one day I get to do more of the parts that I really love, though.”

Ilya smiles down at her, handing her the drink. There’s a glint in his eyes that makes Syran feel light. “I’m sure you will.”

Finding a present for Pasha isn’t as easy as they thought. They scurry through shops, trying things, looking at clothes, bags, books, videogames, jewelry, vinyl records– they contemplate wine at some point but realise Nadia would like that more. Then they go back to books, but nothing seems right.

Syran would lie if she said she isn’t having fun, though. Despite some moments where she really wishes she could hide her blush, she and Ilya fall into a rhythm made of jokes, laughter, chatter, and comfortable silences.

It’s nice. Really nice. It's. You know. Friendship.

Eventually, they walk by a window that’s displaying a various array of scarfs, ranging in colours and materials.

Syran does a double-take and spots a muted orange one that makes her think of Pasha immediately.

“That one!” She exclaims pointing at the glass.

“Huh?” Ilya seems taken aback, interrupted in the middle of his story on how he once got his hand stuck in a vending machine.

“Look at that scarf, isn’t it perfect for Pasha?”

Ilya squints at the glass, trying to figure out what Syran is pointing at. “The orange one?”

“Yep! It looks so pretty!” Syran turns to him, beaming, “We should go see it!”

Ilya nods, smiling back.

The scarf turns out to be even better than they thought. It’s made of soft and light cotton, with a delicate golden pattern woven on the edges. Ilya seems elated, saying that she will love it, right? Will she love it, Syran? I think she will.

Syran smiles at his excitement, glad to see him happy about the choice. The clerk wraps it up in a beautiful gift box, eagerly explaining how the cotton is of a refined but durable quality, it makes for perfect everyday use, but also works really well for more elegant events. Ilya listens intently, as if he’s trying to remember all of it to then tell Pasha.

Ilya has a big smile plastered on his face as they exit the shop, then he turns to Syran and hugs her, all-encompassing. She’s startled, but she gingerly hugs him back.

“Thank you so much, seriously,” He mutters in her hair.

She really really hopes he can’t hear how loud her heart is beating this time.

It’s not a crush.

Is it?

When he pulls back, they’re both a little flustered. “Ehm– I mean, yeah. Thank you.”

Syran is still trying to regain herself from the sudden hug, but something in Ilya’s tone makes her wonder.

“Can I ask you something?”

Ilya seems a little surprised by the question, but nods nonetheless. “Sure.”

“Why were you so worried about this? Besides the regular stuff you told me, like. What are you really worried about?” More than out of curiosity, Syran is asking because she can sense that there’s still something bothering Ilya.

He blinks, eyes wide. Then he looks down, as if caught in the act.

“Well– I– to be honest, it’s been a little tough lately, and the work at the university isn’t helping. So I haven’t been able to be there for Pasha as much as I’d like.” He sighs, but Syran gives him time, sensing that’s not the whole story.

He looks at her, visibly worried now. “And. Well. Pasha and I have– not always been close. Our parents divorced when we were fairly young and we took different paths after I graduated high school. I left, wanting to get away from it all, and she stayed. I made mistakes, resented her for it. We argued a lot, eventually had a big fight, and– didn’t talk for a while after that. It didn’t feel good, but I was reckless and hurt and too prideful.”

He looks so sad Syran can’t help but reach out to hold one of his gloved hands. Then, he smiles, although a little bitterly. Syran thinks she sees tears in her eyes. Her heart drops to her stomach.

Ilya continues, “I mean, we fixed things in the past years and now that we live in the same town it’s great, but– I still feel like there’s an unspoken distance. I fucked up so many times before–” He cuts himself off, like it pains him to go on. “So– yeah, I just want us to get close again– I feel like I need to make it up to her, somehow.”

He blinks the tears away, chuckling nervously. “God, you must think I’m an idiot.”

“What– no!” Syran’s chest is tight. She never imagined Ilya had all of this inside. She knew there was some sort of situation between the two of them, but Pasha never liked talking about it much.

“I–I think you’re very thoughtful. And mature for wanting to own up to things. It’s heartwarming to see how much you care,” She continues under his cautious stare. “Look– I don’t know, maybe it’s not my place, but I don’t think you need to make anything up to her. You’re a wonderful brother and person. Look at how much thought you’re putting into this! Whatever happened, I am– I’m sure she knows how much you love her. I can see how happy she is to have you back in her life, too – well, in between all the bickering.”

Ilya laughs at her last words and she joins, happy to see him smiling again.

Then, her gaze softens. “I think you will be just fine. You are trying really hard, you should give yourself a break.”

Ilya smiles, gentle. Then, he seems more relieved. “Thank you. You’re– uh. Quite good at pep talks.”

She winks, “I know.” She can’t help but squeeze his hand a little. He squeezes back. Syran feels a little dazed and her chest feels a little tight, her and Ilya exchanging a soft gaze.

She’s so fucking gone, it’s no use ignoring it.

It might just be a crush.

Then, Ilya’s eyes widen, and he gasps. “You still need a present!”

“Oh, yeah,” Syran realises, waking up from her thoughts, “We don’t have to get it right now, though, I can always–”

“Nope, you helped me, now it’s your turn! Let’s go!”

He drags her through more streets like he’s a kid on a mission, it makes Syran laugh. They stop at various shops, once again searching for something perfect.

She can’t deny it, though, there’s a newfound feeling between them, maybe one of strengthened trust. They’re both laughing more, feeling more comfortable with each other than before.

Finally, a small antique shop catches Ilya’s eye. Syran walks back to look at the window with him.

It’s filled with various objects, old pocket watches, silver paraphernalia, old vases and pots, ragged dolls. Ilya seems enthralled by an old model ship, perched precariously on a small shelf.

“My grandma used to have one like that in her house,” He smiles, fondly. “I demanded to play with it whenever we visited, but she always told me it was too delicate to even look at, let alone touch.” He laughs. “I’d get all whiny then, but I get it now.” He turns to Syran, almost a little sorrowful.

“Some things are just too delicate to be reckless with.”

Syran blinks at him, ignoring the blood rushing to her ears. She turns to look at the ship again.

“I don’t know,” she says, “It looks pretty sturdy to me. It might not be ruined, but now it’s sitting in a dusty display.” She turns to him and shrugs. “Isn’t it better to enjoy things while they last, instead of holding back? ”

She’s not sure they’re talking about the ship anymore– Ilya’s gaze on her makes her breath hitch in her throat.

She turns to the window again, flustered. As she stares intently, she realises that there is a little jewelry display on the bottom. In the midst of overly ornate rings and delicate pendants, she notices what looks like a brooch.

“Hey, what do you think of that?” She points at it, hoping that Ilya will see it amongst all the things.

He leans over her shoulder– too close to her, it takes all her might not to wince, ignoring the butterflies eating at her stomach. “Which one?”

“The– uh– the little brooch with the flowers?” She looks closer. It seems like real dried flowers encased in resin. They’re small and of a pale yellow, with a few crimson ones, on a white background. A delicate pattern made of golden metal frames it.

Ilya gasps, “That looks wonderful! It might go well with the scarf too!”

Syran agrees, although she hadn’t thought of that. She swallows, then suggests they head into the store.

As she talks to the owner, Ilya looks around the shop, curiously admiring the various displays. The brooch is even more beautiful up close, and the shopkeeper explains to her how this is special and one of a kind. Promises that she will give Syran a good price for it. She thanks the woman, and asks if she can wrap it as a gift.

“No problem, dear,” The lady says, reaching for a little red satin bag. As she fills it with some cotton to shield the brooch, she glances up at Ilya, who’s now looking at a small display of old books.

“Those ones are almost all first editions, you know,” she tells him.

“Oh– really?” Ilya turns, eyes filled with wonder. “They seem well preserved!”

“Of course,” The lady nods, delicately putting the brooch inside the bag, “I only get the best quality things.”

Ilya laughs, then moves onto another window. The lady slowly ties the bag with a textured ribbon, “Your boyfriend’s got a good eye,” she whispers.

Syran’s eyes widen, and she starts to stutter. “Oh– n– he’s not– we’re not together– he’s not my boyfriend.” She matches the shopkeeper’s tone, hoping that Ilya hasn’t heard them. Luckily, he seems too enthralled by the various objects to notice.

The lady throws another look at Ilya, then raises an eyebrow with a sly smile. “Are you sure?”

Syran doesn’t know how to answer for a second. Then she nods, slowly. “Yeah, uh. I am.”

When they leave the shop, Syran sighs in relief. Partly, because she’s got a present she’s really happy with. And also because she’s out of the shopkeeper's enquiring gaze.

“Happy?” Ilya asks her, smiling.

Syran looks up at him, startled. “Ye–yes! Very! I really hope she’ll like it.”

“Oh, she will,” he reassures her.

As they make their way back, Ilya starts wondering about what to wear at the party.

“I mean, I love her, but what sort of theme is Vintage Masquerade? Like, couldn’t she pick something simple? I don’t know, casual party attire?”

Syran laughs, although she agrees. She has no idea what to wear either.

“I mean, you kind of got it easy, you could throw on some slacks, a shirt, and some suspenders or something. Or a vest. Those are vintage.” She shrugs. She doesn’t know much about this stuff, really, but she does like dressing up. That is, when the theme is clear and easy.

“I guess– not even sure I have a vest, though,” Ilya ponders.

“Well, hey, you’re going to have to ditch your bomber jacket anyway.”

He gasps, fake offended. “Excuse me, this is my piece of resistance! Keeps me warm and looks amazing!”

Syran laughs it off, “Sure, but– still doesn’t quite hit the mark, does it?”

Ilya huffs like a pouting child. It’s endearing. “Whatever, I’ll figure something out, I guess.” Then he turns back to Syran.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What are you gonna wear?”

Oh. With all the business of the day, she had forgotten to look for clothes or even think about it. Again.

“Uhmm–” She thinks back to her wardrobe. Mentally scans through her more formal things.

“Dunno– I guess I have a lilac dress I could wear? It’s kind of vintage? It’s the best I can do, honestly.” She huffs a small laugh, but the more she thinks about it the more she thinks the dress will be fine.

It’s made of a light and flowy material, with a high neck that closes with a few small buttons, leaving a drop–like window on the chest. It’s a delicate dress, but the knee-length skirt and cut are vintage-inspired, at least.

“That sounds nice,” Ilya hums. “Now we just gotta find some masks to go with it,” he sighs.

“Oh, well, we have about a week for that, at least.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Ilya frowns as if he’s trying to think where he could possibly find a mask.

“Although I think Pasha said there will be an array of masks to choose from at the party? Nadia knew a place or something, I think it’s to prevent people from showing up without one,” Syran realises with a smile, thinking of Pasha’s resolve and Nadia’s attention to details.

“Well, one less thing to worry about then,” Ilya sighs. “Although I hope to find one that works with my look. I’m a man of fashion, after all.”

“You could always make one,” Syran cackles, playfully hitting his arm. “And you didn’t know what to wear until I told you!”

He laughs back, teasing. “Hey, doesn’t mean I can’t dress at all!”

Syran’s smile only gets wider. It stays like that even after they’ve parted ways.

🂱

Syran doesn’t know how she got roped into this.

It all started with Asra and Nadia inviting her out for a few drinks– sure, it’s a Friday night, what’s a cocktail going to do?

So she got ready, wore one of her favourite outfits just as an incentive to feel more like going out, and met Asra at their usual place.

Except, when she arrived at the Raven, Asra and Nadia weren’t the only ones sitting at the table. A familiar head filled with auburn hair was sitting next to them, too.

Syran joined them, all smiles and greetings, and then dived immediately for the bar– anything to escape Asra’s knowing smile, Nadia’s attentive eyes, and Ilya’s annoyingly pretty face.

The bar isn’t too crowded, but thankfully still enough for her to blend with the people around her. She leans at the counter, waiting for a familiar face to greet her. Tonight Joon is working, which makes her smile. Since she and Asra have been coming here, he’s quickly become friends with them. She orders and idly chats with Joon as he makes her drink.

“Getting the usual?” A deep voice startles her.

Oh, she really can’t escape this shit.

She looks up at Ilya, who’s smirking at her. She does feel more relaxed around him now, but there are still moments like this, where he sneaks up on her and all of her blood rushes to her cheeks. To add insult to injury, Syran’s eyes can’t help but trail to Ilya’s outfit. He’s wearing a sleek black turtleneck that fits him like a glove. She doesn’t know if she hates this more or the shirts with the unbuttoned tops.

She turns back towards the bar, “Yep. Oaxaca old-fashioned all the way, baby.”

She taps her fingers on the wood and leans a little forward to look behind the counter, where Joon is just about to hand her the glass.

She grabs it with a smile, carefully taking the first sip. “Ah– you’re the best, Joon. Thank you.”

“Anytime, dear,” Joon winks at her. She loves him, honestly, and not only because he’s nice and handsome. He genuinely makes her laugh and has helped her more than a few times when unpleasant patrons have bothered her.

“Well, good, because I’ll definitely be back for another one,” she smirks and winks back.

Joon laughs, then turns to Ilya, “what can I get you?”

When Syran looks up at Ilya as she takes another sip from her glass, she notices the weird expression on his face. He’s almost frowning at Joon, but she brushes it down to his bushy eyebrows. He can unintentionally look like he’s glaring at people, when the light is right.

Then, he turns to Syran with a sly smile, “You know, I’ve never had an Oaxaca old-fashioned.”

She swallows, then puts the glass down, “You should! The ones Joon makes are god-tier.” Syran suggests excitedly.

Ilya seems to ponder on it for a second, “Mhh– but what if I don’t like it?”

Ilya’s never struck Syran for the indecisive type. But then again, maybe he just really wants to get a good drink right now. He seems to come to a realisation, just then.

“Ah– what if I tried yours?” He asks, genuine, but with a weird glint in his eyes. Syran did not expect the question, it leaves her a little dumbfounded.

“S–sure, why not–” She hands him the glass, and he grabs it, eagerly.

“Thank you,” Ilya proceeds to take a small sip from the glass, and Syran can’t help but notice that’s almost where she drank from, his lips dangerously close to the subtle stain of her lipstick.

Syran throws a glance at Joon, who’s patiently waiting for them. He shoots her a questioning look, raising an eyebrow. She just kinda shrugs.

Ilya puts the glass back on the counter, “That’s actually really really good.” He looks at it like he’s surprised.

“Told ya’,” Syran smirks.

When they get back to their table, equal drinks in their hands, Nadia and Asra are animatedly engaged in conversation. They kinda stop when Syran and Ilya arrive, turning to them with coy smiles.

Asra notices the drink in Ilya’s hand and then gasps, “Wow, she convinced you? She’s been trying to get me to drink that since forever.”

Syran rolls her eyes, “I gave up, you clearly only like extremely sweet shit–”

“And happily so,” Asra mocks her, then turns to Ilya again. “You actually like it?”

Ilya nods as if he doesn’t see what the fuss is all about, “Yeah, it’s really good.”

“It’s not as bad as you make it to be, Asra,” Nadia chimes in.

Ilya shrugs, then takes another sip. Syran can’t help but smile proudly at Asra, like she’s won an ongoing battle between the two of them.

“Well, it’s good to see you both have clearly similar tastes,” Asra says, before carefully drinking from the straw in his tall glass, filled with a bright pink cocktail. Both Ilya and Syran widen their eyes.

“Ah– guess so,” Ilya chuckles.

“Yeah,” Syran mutters, glaring at Asra. “Anyway, you guys noticed how they changed the backlight of the sign behind the bar? I actually like it better now,” Syran starts, trying to sway the conversation.

Maybe it’s not as graceful as she’d like, but it works. They all start talking about the bar and its decor, how they’ve always loved this place; time passes by and soon they’re all a little flushed and tipsy, except Nadia, who’s the designated driver for the night.

Then, at one point, Asra’s eyes trail behind Syran, and they widen in shock.

“Oh shit,” He says, crouching down as if to hide behind his drink. Nadia puts a hand on Asra’s back, concerned.

“What?” Both Syran and Ilya turn towards where Asra looked, trying to figure out what happened.

“Don’t look, you idiots!” Asra whispers, angry. “Valerius is here! Shit!”

Syran then realises, “Oh, fuck, really? I thought he didn’t come here anymore!”

“Yeah, well, he’s by the counter. Shit, fuck!”

“Who’s– uh– who’s Valerius?” Ilya asks, clearly confused.

“Asra’s awful ex,” Nadia explains, “he was an asshole and we all hate him, viciously.” She’s got fire in her eyes, and Syran knows she is mirroring it herself.

“He fucking– he cheated on me and then said it was my fault. It was– it was fucking awful.” Asra looks like he’s about to cry. Syran wants to reach for him and hug him. She knows Asra’s wound is still fresh and knows how hard it was for him to move on from the hurt.

Ilya sneers, “That’s disgusting.”

“Damn right,” Nadia adds, glaring towards where Valerius is.

“Hey, it’s okay, we can leave if you want,” Syran reaches out for Asra’s hand, trying to reassure him.

He shakes his head, sneaking another glance, “Then he will have won. Again.”

“No, he will not,” Nadia declares, “If he says anything we’ll beat the shit out of him. Fuck, even Joon will be on our side on this.”

“Nadia’s right,” Ilya adds, “Plus, I’ve dabbled in bar brawling before.”

It makes the table laugh, if a little, but it lightens the mood. It doesn’t last long, though.

“Shit– is that? Is that Lucio? Are you fucking kidding me?” Asra says, now even angrier than before.

“Oh, hell no–” Nadia goes to get up, but Asra holds her down.

“Nadi no, I just– I don’t want to see them.”

“Do you want me to drive you home?” Nadia asks. Asra nods, gingerly.

“That’s cool, Asra, we can go–” Syran starts.

“Not all at once, though–” He says, resolute. “I don’t want to draw attention.”

There’s a joke Syran could make there about how Asra doesn’t exactly blend in the crowd, with his flashy fashion and white hair, but she knows that wouldn’t make him laugh right now– clearly, all he wants to do is disappear.

“How about this,” Nadia says, turning towards Syran and Ilya, hand still on Asra’s back, “I’ll take him home and you guys enjoy the rest of your drinks. You’ve barely started these glasses, while we’re almost done. You call me when you’re finished and I’ll come back to pick you up, okay?”

“Nadi, you don’t have to–” Ilya starts, but she waves a hand to interrupt him.

“It’s no problem, really,” she smiles kindly, “You guys just enjoy the night, yeah?”

Syran looks at Asra, now clearly on the verge of tears. Whether they’re from hurt or anger, she can’t tell. Probably a mix of both. But he knows what she’s about to say nonetheless.

“Don’t worry, S,– I’ll be okay, yeah? I asked you to come out, it’s just fair that you enjoy your time. Seriously.”

Syran nods, resigned, knowing how stubborn Asra can get. “Okay but–”

“I’ll call you later, promise.”

“Promise,” Syran retaliates. A concerned frown doesn’t leave her face, even as Asra and Nadia carefully slip out the table, then towards the end of the counter, well hidden from Valerius’ attention. Syran spots Nadia talking to Joon, probably asking him to let them out through the back.

And just like that, Syran is left at the table alone with Ilya, both of them in awkward silence, staring at their drinks. Finally, Ilya speaks.

“I’ve never– I’ve never seen Asra like that.”

Syran looks at him, notices the worry in his features as he twirls the glass in his hands.

“Yeah, he tries to hide his feelings, when he can, the idiot,” she smiles bitterly; stars know how many times she’s tried to tell Asra that bottling it all up doesn’t help anyone.

“I can understand that,” Ilya looks up at her. “I hate to pry but– who’s–”

“Lucio? The guy Valerius cheated with. Also, Nadia’s ex of like–” She tries to do mental math. “Four? Years ago?”

“Yikes,” Ilya just says, taking a big sip of his drink.

“Yep– it’s– a lot.” Syran sighs, “We thought he was going to be out of our life after Nadia broke up with his ass, but– guess not.”

She inhales, exhausted only at the thought of all that happened in the past. Things were definitely messier than now. She takes another swig of her drink.

“Well–” Ilya smiles, putting his glass down, “what if we did something about that?”

The glint in his eyes is mischievous, and Syran raises an eyebrow from behind her drink.

“What do you have in mind?”

🂱

Pranks have never been something Syran thought about. Never felt the need to fill someone’s shoes with toothpaste, or hide a fake spider in the bathroom, or whatever it is that the kids do these days. She always felt bad for those people in prank videos that get visibly hurt.

But this– she didn’t mind this one bit.

She and Ilya are running out of the bar, lungs filled with laughter, as Lucio and Valerius’ screams fade behind them. They run long enough until their legs give up, and even then, they find it in themselves to keep laughing.

“Jesus– their face– priceless!” Syran heaves out.

“I told you–” Ilya adds, big smile not leaving his face, eyes all crinkled up and blush on his cheeks. “Cranberry juice always works–”

They haven’t done anything that spectacular, really, but Syran will realise this later, when the adrenaline has rushed out of her. Right now, spilling juice on those two idiots’ white clothes and making Lucio trip on his ass was enough to make her night.

“Didn’t expect you to punch Valerius, though,” Ilya grins at her, as if impressed.

Yeah, and that too.

“Me neither– I don’t condone violence, but–” Syran finally feels her breath coming back to her, “–but, god, he deserved it.”

“Sure did–” Ilya laughs with her, adjusting his coat.

They stare at each other for a few seconds, all smiles and excitement, rush of electricity that Syran hadn’t felt in a while. Not like this.

“Well–” Ilya starts, “Maybe we should– uh. Go?”

“Yeah– I could call an uber?” Syran suggests.

“Actually, I was more thinking, like– I can walk you home, maybe?” He seems almost scared to ask for a second, but then his features relax. “Honestly, I feel bad calling Nadia now and it might be good to shake the alcohol off.” He looks up at the clear sky. “It’s a nice night, anyway.”

He’s right. It’s hard to see stars from the city, but the moon is bright and beautiful.

Syran doesn’t quite know what to say, though she agrees with not bothering Nadia. She is probably busy taking care of Asra right now, and that reassures her a lot. But Syran’s house is a good thirty minutes walk away, not to mention that Ilya would have to walk back through the city for more than that.

“I– I don’t know. It’s a long way for you– and it’s late–”

“Syran, I assure you that I’ll be fine, I like walking.” He chuckles, “If anything, I know you will punch whoever gets in our way.”

Syran laughs, although a little flustered under Ilya’s endeared stare. “Yeah, I’m basically a pro wrestler now.”

They end up chatting along the way, although the cold winter wind catches up on them, but they don’t mind that much. They’re too distracted by their conversation to think about that.

Getting to know each other like this, casually, with no pressure, without inhibitions, has become natural to them. They get to talk about things that they never addressed, make jokes that seem so dumb and niche they are surprised when the other laughs.

Ilya was the last one to join their group of friends, so she can imagine he felt a little distant from everyone else at first. But it’s been over a year now, and the group feels really solid, like pieces of a puzzle fitting together with harmony.

Still, Syran always felt like her and Ilya never really got to talk much like this, just the two of them. And maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the way Ilya makes her feel at ease, but she doesn’t feel as skittish around him anymore.

Sure, her heart still jumps when he laughs, and any little brush of their arms makes her breath hitch, but– but– there’s not much of an excuse for that, other than she’s clearly got feelings for him.

It is a crush. A heavy one at that.

But she can live with it, she can just enjoy their friendship and not act on them.

They are close to her building when they are laughing at a story Syran is telling, of one time where she and Asra got lost in a park and thought a ghost was haunting them.

“I swear, Asra tried to act all brave, but–” in the middle of the phrase, a strong fit of pain hits the side of her head. She had managed to ignore the creeping migraine until then, but suddenly, it feels like her brain is about to explode. She holds a hand to where the pain is, eyes shut and slightly crouching forward.

“Syran? You okay?” Ilya reaches a hand to her shoulder, tone immediately shifting to heavy concern.

“Yeah– just– I get migraines– sometimes,” she mutters through the pain.

“That’s not good,” Ilya says. “We’re almost to your place, you think you can make it?”

“Ye–yeah– sorry–”

“Why are you apologising? Had I known, I–”

“Don’t want you to worry,” she utters, finally feeling like she can open her eyes a little, “I’m used to it.”

It does nothing to ease Ilya’s concern though. If anything, he seems to worry more, reaching to fully encase Syran in his arm, supporting her as they walk.

“Really, I’ll be okay,” she says.

“Yeah, I’ll believe that when you’re home and feeling better,” He scoffs, his hand rubbing up and down Syran’s arm. “Don’t forget I’m basically a doctor.”

It makes Syran laugh a little, “Right, Doctor Devorak, ready to help.”

“Is that a mocking tone I’m sensing, Miss Elkas?”

“No–” Syran says, teasing, although through the pain, “I wouldn’t dare.”

Ilya laughs, then seems to hold her tighter. “Almost there.”

They finally reach her building, and she gingerly gets out her keys to open the door.

“Thank you,” she turns to say goodbye to him, “Get home safe.”

But he just stares at her. “Didn’t I say I’ll stop worrying until you’re home?”

Syran chuckles, “But I am–”

“Yeah, I meant home home. I’ll take you up–” then he widens his eyes, catching himself. “That’s if– if you’re okay with that, of course.”

Syran thinks about it for a second, but the pain is too strong to argue right now. She just nods and mutters a okay, and goes to let Ilya through before her.

Sometimes things just don’t go as planned, though.

As she’s about to follow behind him, something hits her shoulder, and hard. She turns just in time to see someone running past her, then she loses her balance and hits the floor.

The last thing Syran sees before passing out is Ilya’s hands reaching for her.

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good-doctor-imagine · 5 years ago

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First Kiss (Eddie Kaspbrak)

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and the other losers make a plan to steal Eddie’s second fanny pack. What does it take to get it back? A simple kiss.

Request from XXTheInsaneOneXX (Wattpad): “Hey! I was wondering if you could do one where Y/N steals Eddie's second fannypack and he has to kiss her to get it back! If it's alright then I would like the Reader to be a girl! The losers are all in on the and Eddie knows nothing about it! If it's too much that's fine too!”

Word Count: 1880+ // Masterlist

A/N: This took me quite a while! But I wrote it all in one night because I was so enveloped in the idea. I completely used up a gel pen and ended up finishing it around 3 am. I hope you like it!

After spending so much time together, it was inevitable that you would start to develop feelings for one of the losers. Luckily, you knew who it was going to be from the start. You had your eyes on him ever since you met him back in elementary school.

Eddie Kaspbrak.

Probably the most obsessive germaphobe on Earth. However, despite his really creepy and controlling mother, he’s really sweet. You would never give up the time that you spend with him. Everything about him is cute: from his flushed cheeks to annoyed glares.

Your crush on Eddie was quickly picked up by the other members. Richie, of course, found out first, after noticing how you would freeze up when he made jokes about you and Eddie. Stan is pretty perceptive given the hours and hours that he dedicated to bird watching, so it wasn’t that hard for him to realize how different you were with Eddie. Bill, well, he knew because of Richie's famous loudmouth.

After Richie caught onto your crush on his best friend, he couldn’t help but blab to the others. Luckily, Eddie wasn’t there that day due to being quarantined by his mother. You scolded Richie pretty harshly after the incident and despite his loudmouth nature, he has never spoiled your secret to Eddie.

It was one of those days again where Eddie wasn’t able to hang out. He called your house phone that morning, informing you that his mother was keeping him home because he had a cough (which you highly doubted). Although his best friend wasn’t present, Richie was elated. It meant that he could finally tease you openly about your crush.

“Stop making kissy faces while you’re thinking about Eddie,” Richie laughed at you, causing you to be shaken out of your daze. Sure, you were thinking about Eddie, but there was no way in hell you were making kissy faces while you daydreamed.

“I was not!” You defended yourself, only realizing how lame you sounded after. “You wish you had a girl who liked you, Richie.”

“I don’t need one sweet cheeks,” Richie responded, a grin plastered on his face.

Stanley rolled his eyes at the argument unfolding in front of him. It made him question why he spent so much time with the two of you. When he’s with Bill, it’s calm and quiet, but with you and Richie, there’s always bickering.

Bill was contemplating whether he should break off the fight between you two. However, a few seconds later he realized that his actions would probably be futile. He can’t exactly control Richie’s loud mouth anyway.

“Don’t call me swee—”

“I’ll tell you what,” Richie interrupted you, earning himself a harsh glare, “We’ll come up with a plan so you don’t have to make those kissy faces in your dreams anymore.”

“I wasn’t making kiss—”

“How about tomorrow at the Quarry?” Richie questioned, cutting you off once again. “We all know he freaks out over his fanny packs, so we can hide one of them.”

Your eyes felt like they were going to burst out of their sockets. Taking Eddie’s fanny pack? That’s nearly impossible. Eddie practically has a death grip of them at all times.

“You’re crazy Richie, that’s impossible. He will never let go of them,” You responded, earning a confused look from Stanley. He thought you would be totally against Richie’s preposterous plan. However, it seemed like you were actually considering it.

“Not if he’s stripped down,” Richie teased, causing your face to turn bright red. “Anyway, if I beat him up the hill then I can hide it.”

“You do realize Eddie’s going to freak out, right?” Stanley chimed in, feeling a bit nervous for his hypochondriac friend.

“That’s the point Stan the Man,” Richie sighed, rolling his eyes. “If his fanny pack goes missing, he’ll do anything to get it back.” Richie couldn’t help but smile wickedly, thinking about his plan to put his two friends together.

“Oh no,” Bill blurted out, recognizing the look on Richie’s face.

“Oh yes,” Richie laughed, “Just wait (Y/n), I’ll take care of it.”

You were anxiously tapping your knee as you waited for everyone to show up at the Quarry the next day. Although you wanted to call yourself crazy for not stopping Richie, you trusted him. Richie wouldn’t purposely put you in a bad position, as shown by his ability to keep your crush a secret from Eddie.

When everyone showed up and started to undress, getting ready to jump into the water, Richie looked over at you and smirked, almost mocking how nervous you were. He glanced between you and Eddie before making kissy faces, eliciting a squeak and hard blush from you. Eddie jumped beside you from the sudden noise, sending you a worried look.

You tried your best to avoid Eddie’s gaze, thinking that if you did, you’d melt into a puddle. Your heart was beating viciously inside your chest the whole time you all were in the water. Eddie couldn’t help but notice your worried glances directed toward Richie. It made him a bit upset that you were so focused on his friend and not him, but he was also worried that Richie had done something to you. Did Richie step over the line with his jokes yesterday when he was stuck at home? Eddie tried to stop his mind from coming up with ridiculous conclusions, but he couldn’t help but question why you were acting so odd.

To your surprise, Richie didn’t try anything while you all were goofing around in the water. It was all normal until you got out of the water.

“Race you up the hill!” Richie yelled, taking off in a sprint, “Whoever’s last has to kiss Eddie’s mom!”

Eddie's face scrunched up in disgust and confusion. He was used to his friend making jokes about his mom, but saying that one of his friends has to kiss her? That’s absurd. Stan rolled his eyes and Bill sighed at their loudmouth friend. You were trying not to die from the anxiety pumping through your veins as Richie took off up the hill.

You tried to keep your shaking to a minimum as you pulled your clothes back on. You glanced over at Eddie periodically as you waited for him to realize his other fanny pack was gone. Soon enough, Eddie was on his feet, searching frantically around where his pile of clothes once laid.

“Guys,” Eddie’s voice shook, causing your heart to crack slightly, “Do you see my fanny pack?”

“It’s right there in your hand, Eddie Spaghetti,” Richie replied, pointing to the fanny pack Eddie was holding.

“No, my second one,” Eddie corrected him, walking around the tree, his breathing picking up.

Stanley glanced over at you realizing how torn up you looked over the whole situation. “Richie,” Stanley spoke up, giving him a pointed look.

“Fine,” Richie sighed, “I hid it.”

“You did what?” Eddie screeched, eyes nearly bulging out of his head.

“Yeah, but I’ll show you where it is if—” Richie paused for dramatic effect, making Eddie groan.

“If what?” Eddie bit at him, making Richie hold up his hands like he was surrendering.

“If you kiss (Y/n).”

Your jaw fell open at Richie’s statement. Sure, you agreed to Richie’s plan and whatnot, but you didn’t know he’d take it this far.

“What?” You and Eddie yelped at the same time, causing Richie’s smile to widen.

“Just a little smooch,” Richie teased further, amused by his friends’ red faces.

“Okay assholes, it’s time to give it back,” Eddie said, glancing over at Stan and Bill. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you. “Seriously though, it has my backup inhaler,” Eddie continued, desperate for his medical equipment.

“Who has a backup inhaler?” Richie inquired, only to be met with a harsh glare.

“Not the time Richie.”

You were frozen in place Eddie frantically searched for his fanny pack. After a minute of Eddie’s futile attempts, Richie sent you a smirk and a wink before speaking again.

“Just kiss (Y/n) already,” Richie whined, “You know she’s clean, we’ve been friends since elementary school.”

“Shut up Richie!” Eddie barked at him, face bright red. Eddie wasn’t at all against the idea of kissing you, but he was embarrassed by how vulnerable he was. The more he thought about it, the more worried he got. Would you think that the kiss doesn’t mean anything? He wanted your first kiss to be meaningful.

“Richie, just give the fanny pack back,” You spoke up, feeling defeated by Eddie’s frantic breathing. Although you would give up anything to kiss him, you never wanted to cause Eddie such distress.

Just as Richie was going to give up, Eddie stomped over to you, pushing away all of the worries about the situation. Before you could question him, his lips were planted on yours, causing you to jump his sudden movement. Although it only lasted a second, you were dazed when Eddie pulled away, your mind going a thousand miles an hour.

Richie had the biggest grin on his face as he looked between his two lovesick friends. He couldn’t help but think that maybe matchmaker will be his future career.

“Took you long enough,” Richie teased.

“Okay, okay,” Eddie sighed, turning to the trash mouth, “Now give me back my fanny pack.”

Eddie bit the inside of his cheek and tried to peek at you as Richie went to retrieve his fanny pack. Although he wasn’t showing it, Eddie was practically screaming inside, elated and overwhelmed by the kiss you two shared. Was it too much? Was he bad at writing? Eddie tried to shake off his negative thoughts but your unmoving form made him nervous.

The tension between you and Eddie was almost unbearable after that day. With Richie’s constant teasing and Stanley’s knowing glances, you started to think about confessing to Eddie. You found it impossible to keep your eyes off him. Every second you spent with him, your mind was screaming to just tell him.

You finally did when you were both riding home one day. Richie and the others went on without you two, giving you the perfect opportunity to spill your feelings.

“Eddie,” You spoke up, trying to manifest all the confidence you could. Eddie looked over at you, waiting for you to continue. “I like you.”

Eddie abruptly stopped his bike causing himself to yelp as his body flew forward from the impact. Luckily, he wasn’t going fast enough to crash.

“Y-You like me?” He stuttered, mouth agape.

“Yeah,” You mummed loud enough for him to hear, “I really like you. I have for a while now.”

“Oh wow.” Eddie was shocked and speechless. His crush likes him back? His heart was doing crazy dances inside his chest, making his mind go blank.

Your face fell at his lack of response, thinking the worst. Eddie automatically jumped up, knocking his bike over after noticing your solemn face.

“No—don’t think—” Eddie took a deep breath to calm himself, “I like you too.”

“You do?” You asked in surprise. The light that appeared in your eyes made Eddie sigh in relief.

“I do.”

Suddenly, you found the confidence in yourself to speak.

“Well, then how about we make up for that first kiss?”

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eclare-draws · 5 years ago

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Operation: Sleepover

Here’s the first chapter of my newest fic.

It’s full of dumb teenager-y fluff based on that period of time in Chat Blanc where Adrien and Marinette are dating and he knows she’s Ladybug but she doesn’t know he knows or that he’s Chat Noir

Adrien somehow got permission to have Marinette stay the night at his house. They're both nervous teenagers who are really in love. Marinette makes a dastardly plan with Alya's approval.

Also, nothing really sexy happens in this story (just smooches and lots of blatant staring), but I feel weird about writing about 13/14 year olds so I'm pretending they're like 15/16? Idk fam, imagine what you want. Just keep in mind that these innocent beans are staying that way while still behaving like youngish teens.

Here it is on AO3, where I will be posting the next chapters too.

Ch 2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5

(Oh also, the texting is just [Marinette] {Adrien} |Alya| and whoever’s the focus of the voice is bolded)

Marinette couldn’t help but grin as she read the text that popped up on her phone.

{See you tonight! *kissy emoji* Don’t forget your toothbrush, princess! <3}

She was really going over to Adrien’s house for a sleepover. Adrien her boyfriend. She was going to watch movies with him. On his couch. In HIS room. With HIS cute face. It’s not like they hadn’t hung out before. They went on dates all the time - Mr. Agreste was surprisingly lenient with letting Adrien out of the house for her sake. But she was going over to his house for a whole night. Usually, it wasn’t more than a few moderated hours of studying and video games. Marinette couldn’t help but giggle in excitement as she responded.

[Oh and I bet you want me to bring my own clothes too, huh, prince boy?]

{I mean it’s recommended unless you want to be stuck in a shirt five sizes too big for you, my little sugar cube <3}

Marinette blushed at the thought of wearing his clothes. They would be so soft, and so warm and so- wait. Five sizes too big? “Little”?

[Take it back.]

{Hmmmmmmmmmm….? Take what back, princess?}

[I’m not that small.]

{Aren’t you though? I could probably scoop you up with one hand and kiss your tiny little head <3 And you’d blush and be so so cute, princess}

[Adrien.]

{And then I’d laugh at how cute you are, but the force of the wind coming from my mouth! Oh no! You’ve been blown away!}

Marinette wasn’t that upset by his short jokes. He was so tall, and she was admittedly petite, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t feign frustration for a bit to keep him on his toes (she knew that this usually ended with him sending heart emojis and him continuing to make short jokes).

[I’ll be at your house at 6:00 unless you keep this up. I have to go get my stuff ready.]

{:((((((( I was only joking, princess}

{ily}

{Mariiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii}

[Seen 5:19PM]

{You didn’t need to type that :(}

[I love you too, silly prince.]

{:D}

{I knew it!}

{Everyone called me crazy but I knew you liiiiiked meee, princess}

[Let me pack, or else your princess won’t make it in time for dinner]

{As you wish. <3}

She clicked her phone off and set it down as she began to pack. She rifled through her drawers to try and find the cutest pajama set she had. Just as she settled on a matching pink floral button up and shorts combo, a wicked thought popped into her head. She grabbed her phone and tapped on her text conversation with Alya.

[I just had an idea.]

[Idk if it’s crazy or not but I need an expert opinion on the matter.]

Marinette got frustrated from the lack of immediate response. She was in a hurry and KNEW her best friend had her phone in hand at all times. Sure, it had only been a few seconds, but...

[Alya this is time sensitive.]

|Ah yes, the phrase no one can be safe after it is typed out by your thumbs, “I just had an idea.”|

[Rude]

|Spill, girl.|

Spill she did. Oh yes, it was a devious plan. She wasn’t sure what the reaction would be, but she’d all but decided on the course of action she planned to take tonight. Alya’s response was the only encouragement she needed.

|Damn, Mari. It’s crazy, I’ll give you that… but… I think it’ll work.|

[That’s what I was hoping you’d say >:3]

[But what if he thinks I’m… trying to seduce him?]

|Are you not?|

[NO!]

[We aren’t there yet, we’re… taking things slow? I guess?]

|God you’re cute.|

[u////u]

|I totally get that, girl. Take your time. Adrien’s sweet but a little too innocent to let this seduce him. I think you should do it.|

[I feel like that should be a sign that I shouldn’t]

[But I can’t be stopped now]

|You got this, girl. Text me to tell me how it goes?|

[Of course.]

With that, she got back to packing. She ran around her room, grabbing whatever she thought she might need. Her brain was a little scattered, being so focused on her plan, that she packed a lot of things she didn’t need. She had her toothbrush and other basic toiletries, a change of clothes for the next day, hairbrush, phone charger, water bottle, a bag of cookies for Tikki, a bag of cookies for Adrien, a notebook and pencil, a mini sewing kit, perfume, two pairs of shoes, a sketchbook, and a stuffed animal. As she tried to squash the poor little stuffed cat into her bag, she realized that she didn’t need all of this and took out the sketch pad, notebook, pencil, sewing kit, perfume, second pair of shoes, and the water bottle. She then shoved Mr. Vuitton the cat into her bag and zipped it up. As she hoisted the bag onto her shoulder, she glanced down at the abandoned pajamas lying on the floor. Tikki popped out from within the bag and gave Marinette a thoughtful look.

‘Maybe… I should…’ she thought, backtracking on her plans. She shook her head to clear it, stuck her phone in her pocket, and made her way to the trapdoor. She got halfway down the stairs before she ran back up and shoved the floral pink shorts in with everything else, then ran back downstairs, hearing a small giggle from inside her bag as she did so.

She glanced at the time. 5:43PM. She could make it in time if she walked fast enough. Before she left, she stopped by the bakery to give her parents kisses, her mom reminding her of the “serious relationship” talk they’d had the night before that Marinette didn’t want to think about too much as she rushed her way to her boyfriend’s house. She considered taking the metro to avoid getting sweaty, but nixed the idea when she remembered that rush hour was not going to help the state of her underarms either. Transforming was also out of the question unless she wanted attention and a strict talking-to from the kwami napping somewhere in the bag draped over her shoulder.

At 5:58PM, she rang the buzzer to announce her arrival, Nathalie’s questioning coming through the speakers quickly before a slightly panting Marinette made her way to the front doors of the mansion. Before she was even halfway up the stairs, a door was flung open and the boy she loved skirted out from behind it and raced to meet her where she was on the stairs while a disproving Nathalie looked on.

Unfazed by his excited behavior, she laughed as he greeted her with a kiss on each cheek and one on the lips. His face hovered close to hers as he started slipping the bag from her shoulder, “Let me carry that for you, princess.”

Blushing at the fact that Nathalie was watching as well as a reminder of, ‘wow he really is just like a puppy sometimes,’ she obliged and let him carry the bag as he linked arms with her for the remainder of their ascension.

“So I’m on kind of a strict protein based diet right now, something about wanting to bulk me up, so I hope you like meat and veggies with… absolutely no carbs,” trailing off, Adrien gave her a side-eye, a look she only knew too well from whenever he was put on a new diet. She winked at him and made a slight gesture to her bag to indicate that she had some sweet sweet carbs hidden away in there. Adrien grinned and kissed her forehead as they made their way inside the mansion.

Marinette wondered briefly if she would ever get used to the expanse that was the Agreste mansion. It felt too clean and empty to her, especially considering how small and cozy her home was. As they made their way into the dining room with the background noise of Nathalie listing off rules of the house and reminding Adrien of his schedule, Marinette couldn't help that twinge of guilt from settling in her stomach. She wished, for Adrien’s sake, that he could have grown up in a normal house with a normal family and a normal life rather than the one that was put upon him.

As Nathalie took Marinette’s bag from Adrien and left the room, Marinette gave a sad look towards Adrien and was surprised to be met with his expectant and loving gaze. “You okay, ‘Nette?” he asked as he pulled out a chair for her.

“Yeah, sorry! Just got a little… lost in my thoughts, that’s all. Have the rules changed since the last time I was here?” she responded, a smile leaking onto her face as she sat down adjacent to Adrien.

“No, not really. Nathalie did mention specific… bedroom rules,” he blushed at that, “But I don’t really think it applies to us?”

Not understanding why he phrased it as a question, Marinette returned his blush with her own as she asked for clarification, “What kind of ‘bedroom rules’?”

“You know… The usual. Don’t be naked with one another? Leave room for Jesus? Don’t boink your oinks?”

“Word for word, those are the rules?” Marinette giggled, a brow subconsciously quirking up in amusement.

“It’s in the official Agreste mansion rules for guests, section 51J,” he unrolled an invisible scroll and cleared his throat. “‘Thou shalt not boink oinks until there has been proper discussion of said act between all parties of the household as well as the Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ, in one room. Finally, the oinks in question must be old enough to consent to boinking.’”

Marinette lost herself in a fit of giggles. Between the funny voice Adrien put on, the idea of Gabriel Agreste having a sex talk with his son, and the goofy smile he was giving her after rolling the invisible scroll back up, it was too much. Adrien joined in with her steadily growing laughter until they had to stop to gasp for air. Marinette wiped a tear from her eye and looked up at Adrien, who was absolutely beaming at her. The moment he moved to push some hair out of her face, the door opened. Marinette watched with a pit in her stomach as Adrien lit up and looked at the door expectantly, only to let his features fall into a frown and let out a sigh. It wasn't his father, it was just the chef bringing in their meals. Marinette let her hand rest on top of Adrien's as plates were set in front of them. The chef placed a glass of water in front of Adrien and a cup of hot jasmine tea down for Marinette. While she knew her attention should be set on her aching boyfriend, she couldn't help but beam at the meal in front of her. It was just as Adrien said - protein heavy red meat and roasted veggies - but Marinette knew that every meal at his house was like eating at a nice restaurant and was excited to dig in. Not only that, but the chef had remembered her love for the fancy jasmine tea they often had at the house. She glanced at her boyfriend once more to make sure he was okay before she started eating. He gave her a smile and then gestured at her plate as he picked up his utensils.

#adrienette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #fanfic #ml fic #ml fanfic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ladybug #chat noir

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katrinawritesthings · 6 years ago

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Taemin/Kibum; Kissie; PG

when you’ve always wanted ur special romantic first kiss

“You know how,” Kibum starts, “you don’t really like kissing?”

“Mmhmm,” Taemin hums.

Kibum has been anxious for a while, but Taemin only feels like he should say something when he starts tapping his foot quickly on the arm of the couch in addition to both nibbling on Taemin’s thumbnail and tugging on all of the little hairs of his wrist. Eventually if he keeps this up he’s going to bite tiny little sores into his cheeks next. Taemin looks away from the tv during a commercial and pokes Kibum’s cheek in his lap with his other hand.

“Hey,” he says quietly. “What’re you so anxious about?” he asks.

Kibum stops all of his little motions at once; he blinks up at Taemin with wide eyes.

“How could you tell?” he asks. Taemin blinks at him. He can’t tell if he was being serious or not, so he decides to answer anyway.

“You’ve bitten off, like, my whole thumbnail, for one,” he says. He wiggles his nubby thumb slightly and it brushes against Kibum’s bottom lip. Kibum blinks again, looks at his thumb, scrunches his lips, and immediately shakes his head in disgust.

“Ew, oh my god, what the fuck, ew,” he says, spitting out little chewed up bits of nail onto the carpet with quick little thps of his tongue. “Why am I like this, god. Ew.” He wipes his lips and then frowns up at Taemin. “Next time don’t let me do that,” he pouts. Taemin snorts, amused, but taps his finger against Kibum’s cheek lightly as an okay. Maybe he’ll buy Kibum a chewy toy later.

“What were you anxious about this time, though?” he asks again. That’s important and he can’t forget it. Unless Kibum wants him to, in which case, he will. Kibum hesitates, fingers squishing his bottom lip, before he sighs and flops his arms out over his head.

“You know how,” he starts, “you don’t really like kissing?”

“Mmhmm,” Taemin hums. It’s weird and squishy and gets spit feel on him and the mushy smekkie noises are worse than eating noises in his ears. Kibum worries his top lip between his teeth, looking up at him but not saying anything, before Taemin frees his lip with gentle pokes. Then Kibum licks his lips and sighs again.

“I was thinking, like. I’ve always been really soft and gay about, like, my first kiss. Because I always wanted it to be, like, you know, perfect and romantic and warm and with the person I love the mostiest.” He flops his hand against Taemin’s chest as he says that last part, which Taemin takes to mean it’s him that Kibum loves the mostiest. Which makes sense, considering they’ve been together for, like, twelve years. He feels like something would be wrong if he wasn’t Kibum’s mostiest loved.

“And this whole time I’ve been, you know, fine and everything with not smooching you, like. It’s really not that big of a deal, I’m not that wild about kissing either, but. I don’t know.” He shrugs and plays with Taemin’s shirt collar. “I was wondering, if, maybe. You’d maybe kiss me? Just once?” He smiles hopefully as his fingers tap against Taemin’s collarbone. “It doesn’t even have to be a deep kiss, just, like.” He makes the tiniest smoochie noise to the air. “A little mwah,” he says. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna, I just. Figured I’d ask.” He shrugs again.

“Oh,” Taemin says. For all of the anxiety building up inside of his babe he’d figured it would’ve been something much bigger than that. As it is, he quirks his lips into a smile and squishes both of Kibum’s cheeks with one hand so his lips pucker. “Yeah, sure,” he says. He’ll give Kibum a little smoochie if it’ll make him feel warm and fuzzy and gay on the inside.

“What, really?” Kibum asks. Taemin smiles a little wider, amused.

“Yeah, that’s why I said yeah,” he says. “I don’t hate kissing, it’s just. Real gross. But I’ll give you a little peck so I can be your handsome and charming and romantic and incredible and perf--”

“Oh my god. Stop before I decide I don’t want a first kiss ever in my life,” Kibum says, but half of it comes out on breathy laughter. He lifts his hand to hover his hand over Taemin’s mouth to threaten silence, then slips it warmly around the back of his neck and into his hair. “Can we?” he asks, rubbing his thumb softly up and down. “Like, now?” he asks. “Real quick?”

“Oh, now?” Taemin asks. That’s a little sudden. “I was gonna say, like. If we’re staging it why don’t we go to the beach and kiss during the sunset or whatever? That’s romantic, right?” He wouldn’t call himself traditionally romantic but he still loves reading his trashy romance novels and beaches show up surprisingly often in them. Kibum gasps softly, his eyes looking at Taemin but seeing passed him, seeing some dramatically romantic scene that’s probably way more extra than Taemin was thinking of. After a moment he blinks clear and smiles wide.

“I knew I loved you for a reason,” he grins, moving both hands to squish Taemin’s face and jiggle his head a little bit. Taemin smiles back, proud.

#taekey #taemin #kibum #fluff #pg #drabble #key #they make plans and go to the beach and have some fancy cheap wine and giggle and nuzzle and kissie during the sunset #and kibum takes a selfie obv #and does his Softest uwus bc hes had his first kissie nd it was so good #and taem does his softest uwus bc his kibummie is So Cute #kibum: oh my god dont call me ur kibummie thats so soft ur gonna make me melt #taem: : )))))))) only ever calls him my kibummie from then on #ydw

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gh0stbear · 6 years ago

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some info about my cat t’challa

he has this swagger when he walks and he kinda stalks around, hips swinging, and it’s hilarious to watch

he's v affectionate and loves humans. other animals...…...not so much.

he'll immediately flop down and show you his belly for some belly rubs and he loves having his chin scratched

he always sits next to the tub when I'm taking a bath bc he worries about me sitting in all that scary water

he loves to look outside at night and I always turn the back porch light on for him so he can look out

he's adapted to having my roommate’s kitten around and will wrestle with him for hours and he's kinda like a perpetually annoyed big brother

if you get in his face and make kissy noises he'll give you a smooch (or several) just like a puppy

when he lays down he always rests his head on something, whether it be his paw or an armrest or a pillow (he doesn't like having his head on the ground and needs it propped up)

he's very vocal and whines at me all the time, but he also purrs really loudly when he's happy which makes my heart sO FULL

when i'm gone, he sits either right next to the door or he sits in the armchair in front of the door and will wait for hours and hours for me to get home so I can put my face in his belly

whenever i’m laying on my belly, whether i’m doing homework or just playing on my phone, he’ll come over and sit on my stuff so that he’s tucked between my arms. he especially hates me being on my phone and he’ll lay on it v deliberately so i’ll pay attention to him instead.

he loves playing with makeup sponges and used q-tips

his teeth are a little too long to fit in his mouth so they poke out like teeny vampire fangs

I love him

here’s some pics of him, including a bonus henry:

#cats #cat #black cats #caturday #(even though it's not)#animals #t'challa #quiet em

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avenging-fandoms · 7 years ago

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Drive-in / Billy Hargrove

*not requested, idea came to mind *in which billy and y/n go out on a date to the movies, but no one is actually paying attention to the movie. *WARNING: SMUT, public activities, grinding, eating out, blowjob, slight daddy kink *word count: 2560 *PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)

MASTERLIST

"you really are a sight for sore eyes, princess" the familiar scent of musky cologne and cigarette filled your nose. you loved that smell, because it felt warm and smelt like home. you close your locker and were greeted by a smiley billy hargrove

"i can say the same for you, stud" you wrapped your arm around his neck and tangled your fingers in his hair, kissing him deeply. he put you against the cool metal of the lockers and rested on his forearm that was above your head

"so, i was thinking-"

"oh that's a first" you said and billy narrowed his eyes, making you laugh

"princess"

"sorry, sorry baby. go ahead"

"anyways, i found out 'Grease' was playing in the drive-in again and i know that's one of your favorite movies so.." he trailed off and played with the hem of your jeans "i'm asking you on a date. and the movie starts at 7 and i wanna take you to dinner at 5 so.." he trails off

"aw you remembered. of course i'll go" you pecked his lips and smiled "when did the billy hargrove become a softy?"

"you bring it out of me, princess" he smiled.

"mmm" you hum and caress his cheeks and kissed him one last time before the bell rang

"see you at lunch, princess" he said and you turn around and people stared "problem?" they all scurried away and you kissed billy's cheek, unclenching his fist

the reason people stared at you guys was because they still couldn't believe who billy had become. when he arrived, he was a low life douchebag who only cared about himself and always got in fights, and treating girls like gum on the bottom of his shoe. during the beginning of the school year he had tried to treat you like the gum, but you weren't having it. you put him in his place and he wanted you. you played hard to get, and he wanted you even more. when he finally got you, you enjoyed not-in-school billy. he was nice and sweet and funny. after that you and him had hit it off really well and started dating soon after.

"bye stud" you walked into math class and sat next to your best friend

"morning y/n, still smooching billy in the halls?"

"morning steve, still smooching my ass?"

he made kissy noises and you rolled your eyes and pushed his face away

lunch time rolled around and steve grabbed your elbow

"where you headed?"

"lunch, you?"

"english" he groaned and you laugh "can i walk you to lunch?"

"sure"

after a couple seconds of silence, steve speaks up

"so have you and billy.." he trailed off "done stuff?" you look at him and he wiggles his eyebrows. you gasp and feel you ears get hot

"steven harrington! you don't ask a lady that," you said "that's why i never ask you!"

"oh wow, that- that was a good one" he said and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, then pretended to choke you

"alright, alright! you have to leave. see you in science, pretty boy"

"can't wait, brat" you both salute at each other and you walk outside, spotting billy leaning against his car with the cigarette between his lips. you walk over and he takes it out, giving you a quick peck to the lips

"hi princess"

"hey stud" he held the cigarette to your lips and watched as you wrapped your lips around the stick, inhaling and blowing the smoke in his face

"you're a tease" he said wrapping an arm around your waist. you placed a hand on his exposed chest

"only for you, billy" you wink and he picks you up and puts you on the roof of his car and you lay the top half of your body on the windshield soaking up the sun while billy leaned against the car, looking at you "can i help you?" you chuckle

"i could just stare at you all day, princess"

"you know just what to say to make a girl swoon" he sat next to you and placed his hand on your thigh

"i've been going to therapy" he blurted out and you sat up, looking at him

"yeah?"

"yeah. after my dad getting arrested i just need something to take away the pain. mentally and physically. although the therapist did help a lot," he looked at you "you helped me more"

"billy-"

"no, you have no idea. you're the only person who has stood by my side. who has believed me. who wasn't afraid of me"

"cause i knew that asshole act was... an act. and i went through what you're going through, so of course i'm gonna be next to you. and i'm gonna keep on staying by your side" you smile at him and he kisses you passionately. he pulls away after a couple seconds and placed your forehead on his

"how was i so lucky to find someone so amazing as you?" he said

"ditto" you smile and he returns it, kissing you again

4:52 read the clock and you smoothed out your skirt. you sprayed on some perfume and applied mascara. a knock was sounded at your door, and you open it and find billy with flowers in his hands. they were your favorite flowers, {flower} . in the middle of the bouquet was a pack of cigarettes and you laugh

"thank you baby" you kiss him and put the flowers in water and cigarettes on the counter

"ready?" he asks

"yeah"

he opens the door for you and you hop in, and he closes your door and hops in the driver's seat. he turns the key and the engine roared to life. he draped his hand over the wheel and placed the other hand on your thigh, driving at a nice pace to the diner.

he held the diner door open for you and you both slid into a booth. you looked at billy and smiled as he looked at the menu

"do you want a BLT with sweet tea.. what?"

"you're so good looking that it hurts my feelings"

he laughed "what?"

"you always tell me i'm beautiful and i believe you, but i look at you and i'm ugly as fuck!"

"hey hey! now, i get i'm great looking," he smirks and you roll your eyes "but you're the most beautiful thing i've laid eyes on"

"i love how you're so caring" you lean over and peck his lips.

"what can i get you guys today?" the waiter asks and turns to you

"me and my girlfriend will both have a BLT, with sweet teas. thank you" billy smiled with his mouth closed and the waiter smiles and walks away, and billy looked at the table with his fists slightly clenched. you place your hands on top of his fists and run a thumb over the skin

"you okay?"

"yeah.. fine." he shakes his head slightly and looks at you "so you excited for tonight?"

"billy.."

he looks at you softly and sighs "the waiter likes you"

you laugh "what?"

billy wasn't laughing. "he thinks you're attractive."

"well.. am i not?"

"princess. you're mine. and i'll make sure he knows" he looks around then looks back at you "follow me"

"what?" he grabs your wrist and drags you to the men's bathroom "billy i can't-"

"there are 3 people in the diner, not including us. who's gonna come on here?" he pushed you into a bathroom stall, locking it then pressing you against the door. his attaches his lips to your hungrily, his fingers gripping your hips. billy's lips leave yours and travel to your jaw and down your neck to the spot where your neck and collarbone met. he sucked and bit at your skin, and you bite down on your lip to contain your moans. your fingers lightly gripped his hair, and his lips left more love bites on your collarbone.

"b-billy we have to go back, our f-food" you slightly push him away and look at his face, seeing the proud smile on it as he studied your neck. you leave the stall and look at the mirror and gasp "billy!"

he chuckled and came up from behind you, kissing your shoulder then placing his chin on it "i think you look fantastic. and those hickies just add on" he smirks and gives your butt a light tap before leaving the bathroom.

you guys got back to the table and your food wasn't there yet, but your drinks were. you sipped yours and grabbed a napkin and the pen that was on the table

"wanna play tic-tac-toe?" you ask

billy smiles "you're cute. i'm the x" he says and placed it in a square

"those are the hugs. i'm o, which means i'm kisses. i'm the better one" you say and place an 'o' next to his

"listen, princess. i'm a master at this game. i always win against m- how the fuck did you do that?" he says as you cross a line through your three o's.

"but it looks like you don't always win against me" you smile and sip your tea again

"yes, your kisses are always gonna win" he smiles and you wink. the waiter comes back and places the food in front of you two.

"can i get you two anything else?"

"nope. thank you" you say and he nods and walks away. you look at billy and he laughs as he picks up a fry "what's so funny, stud?"

"he saw those purple hickies on your neck and his smile dropped. lost his chance"

"you can't lose something you never had"

"you're right, baby"

you and billy pulled into the drive in and he connects the movie sound to his blue muscle car.

"do you want any snacks, princess?" billy asked looking at you

"why do i need snacks when i have you right next to me?" you smirk and laugh

"you're the cutest" he unbuckled his seat belt and pulled you onto his lap. the movie started and when the music started to play, you started to sing and dance. you swirled your hips, and billy's hands grab your hips, whispering in your ear "you better stop right now or i'm gonna take you in the backseat"

his words sent shivers down your spine, but it got you excited. he leaned back and you stopped dancing for a minute, until you started to move your hips again, this time with more movement.

billy let out a growl from the back of his throat, but he didn't stop you. you kept swirling your hips and his nails dug into your hips.

"now what did i just say, princess?" he growled "get your cute ass in the backseat" you climbed into the back and billy smacked it, not like how he did at the diner. you laid on the seats and billy towered over you. "you think it's funny teasing me like that?"

"k-kind of"

"kind of? oh baby. i hope you're not walking anywhere tomorrow. cause when i'm done with you, your legs will be numb" you whimpered at his words, and he slammed his lips on yours. his hand trailed up your thigh and under your skirt, teasing you through your underwear

"b-billy" you breathe

"what baby? what do you want?"

"you. anything. please"

"please what?"

"please daddy"

"good girl" he smirked and gets down on the floor, pushing up your skirt and pulling down your underwear. he spreads your legs and slightly teases you with his tongue "you're so wet for me, princess"

"o-only for you. billy please" he chuckled deeply and flicked his tongue against your clit making your body jolt. his middle and ring finger slowly slid into your heat and you covered your mouth and moaned.

"you have to be quiet, baby. we don't want to get caught, okay?"

"okay" he started to pump his fingers and flick his tongue against your clit, and you wanted to scream. "fuck- billy!" your fingers tangle in his hair. you bucked your hips to meet his tongue strokes "o-oh fuck"

his fingers quickened and he curled them, making your core tightened as he slightly hit your g-spot

"are you gonna cum for me, princess? huh?"

"y-yes billy. oh fuck"

"i wish i could let you, but i want you to come around my cock" he growled "we can't do it here, we could get caught. why don't we go somewhere where no one is going to be?" he smiles and you whine

"baby"

"or we could just stay here and watch the movie"

"no," you say quickly and he chuckled "take us to the cliff"

he climbed in the front and you stayed in the back, whimpering as your skirt rubbed against your sensitive clit. the car came to a halt and billy climbed into the back and hovered over you, taking off his jacket and basically ripping off his shirt. he pushed your skirt up again and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down. you sat up and pulled down his underwear, his erect cock slapping his stomach

"you did this to me, princess" he didn't ask you if you were ready, he slammed into you making you gasp. "remember what i said baby girl, i'm gonna fuck you so hard until you can't walk"

he gripped yours, slamming into them as hard as he could, the car rocking violently.

"o-h billy" your fingers raked down his

"what's my name, baby?"

"y-you're- fuck, billy!"

he flipped you on your hands and knees and smacked your ass hard, making you yelp. his fingertips dug into your hips as it was sure to leave a bruise the next day. his hand gripped your hair and he wrapped his hand around your throat

"what's my fucking name?"

"d-daddy! oh fuck yes daddy" you moan and he chuckles "i'm so close, baby"

"me too, cum all over my cock baby, do it for daddy" he whispered in your ear and bit it, making you moan loudly and grip the seats, your legs shaking as you came around him "on your knees baby girl, let me finish in your mouth" you knelt on the ground and kitten licked his tip, then proceeded to enter him into your mouth. you bobbed your head at a fast pace and billy threw his head back and let out a loud moan as he came in your mouth. his chest heaved up and down as he tried to gain his breath again. he chuckled softly and petted your hair "did you swallow it, like a good girl for daddy?"

you nod and open your mouth "anything for you" you two got dressed again and got out of the car, leaving the door open so the fog on the windows could disappear. you step out of the car but billy catches you before you could fall, laughing

"i'm sorry about that, but i'm really not," he put you on the roof of the car, laying next to you "you got what you deserved for teasing me like that"

"sorry, i just know that you like that kind of stuff"

"if it's coming from you, i love anything" he lights a cigarette and you pass it back and forth, looking at the stars, hand in hand, enjoying one another's company.

#billy #billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove fic #billy smut #billy x #billy x reader #billy x you #billy hargrove x #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #stranger things #stranger things 2

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bleep-bleep-richie · 7 years ago

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37 w/ reddie!! you're amazing and I love you and your writing pls never stop 💕

OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HOW NICEy’all already know: age them up to 16/17“

you look like you need a hug

”————————

They’re just friends. Everyone in the losers club would scoff if Eddie ever said it out loud, but it’s true. Just because he has more than friendly feelings doesn’t change the facts.

They’re just friends.

But Richie kisses his cheek, right over where he’s blushing, after he tells Eddie how good he looks in light blue. But Richie throws an arm over his shoulders when they’re all walking to the pizzeria for dinner and keeps telling his jokes like he isn’t making Eddie’s heart beat out of his fucking chest. But Richie holds Eddie’s face in his hands when he’s drunk and looks down at him like he’s never seen something so wonderful. But they’re just friends.

The summer between their junior and senior year- the summer before the summer that will change everything- Eddie decides lying by omission is just as bad as flat out lying.”

“I’m gonna tell Richie how I feel,” he blurts to Bill one day at the quarry. They’re sitting on a rock off to the side, watching Richie and Bev try to drown each other.

Bill pauses mid-crunch of his Dorito and stares at him. “How do you feel?”

“Like you don’t know,” he says, dumbfounded.

Bill swallows. “Are you...”

He stops when Richie swims over to them and lifts himself on the rock. “Are you guys gonna swim today or just lay out here and get a healthy glow?” he asks, sticking his wet hand in the Doritos bag.

“Gross, Richie,” Eddie complains. “You’re gonna get every chip wet.”

Richie gets close to his face. “I’ll buy ya your own bag if you gimme a smooch.” He makes kissy noises at Eddie, Dorito crumbs spewing.

Eddie shoves him. “You’re fucking disgusting.”

“I love it when you talk dirty,” Richie moans, shoving more chips in his mouth.

Eddie scowls and turns to Bill, whose eyebrows are bunched as he looks between them.

“Why are you guys always arguing?” Bev asks as she comes up. Bill drapes a towel and his arm over her shoulders and she settles into him. “It’d be cute if it wasn’t so annoying.”

“Nothing about Richie is cute,” Eddie gripes, lying, glaring at the kid in question.

Richie pouts at him. “Don’t say that, baby.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Oh, you love it, Eddie Spaghetti. Makes you go all weak in the knees.”

Eddie sputters, flustered, and looks back at Bill and Bev.

Bill still looks perplexed but Bev’s amused, an eyebrow quirked at them.“Maybe you should back off a little, Rich,” Bill suggests lightly.

Richie narrows his eyes at Bill as he chews and swallows. “Maybe you shouldn’t tell me how to talk to my boyfriend, Billy boy.”

Eddie’s brain short-circuits. “Boyfriend?!” he screeches before Bill can respond.

Three heads turn to look at him. “That’s usually what people call each other when they’re dating,” Bev says.

“Dating?!” Eddie screeches again. He opens and closes his mouth several times, staring at Richie.

“You broke him, Bev.”

“Why would you guys think Richie and I are dating?”

“Because we are?” Richie answers, his voice ticking up at the end in a question.

Eddie gapes at him. “Since when?”

“Well, it’s been,” Bill looks up, doing calculations in his head.

“Two weeks, and four days,” Richie finishes, still looking at Eddie.

“And when were you gonna tell me about all this?” Eddie asks, still flabbergasted.

“I did,” Richie says slowly. “I asked you at Bev’s birthday party to be my boyfriend, and you said yes and cried.”

Eddie’s head snaps to look at Bev, who’s trying her hardest not to laugh hysterically. “You were really wasted,” she tells him.

Eddie looks down at the rock they’re sitting on. “I don’t.. I... But I...”

“You broke him again, Bev.”

Richie scoots closer to him, arms wide. “You look like you need a hug.” Eddie slouches over into his arms.

Bev and Bill get to their feet. “We’ll leave you two alone.” They jump into the water and swim off.

“I don’t remember,” Eddie mumbles.

“I gathered that,” Richie says with a chuckle. He pulls back so he can see Eddie’s face. “Eddie, will you be my boyfriend?”

Eddie smiles and nods. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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assbaka · 7 years ago

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oh my god... i turned off the lights, pippin went into her coconut hut, made the kissy noise twice BUT i couldnt make it back because i was taking my pills and had water in my mouth, and pippin came out of her hut to look out at me and then i was able to smooch her goodnight and THEN she went into her coconut hut again to sleep (the rule is i say ‘goodnight!’ and we both lean toward the bars and she makes a kissy noise and i say ‘thank you!’ and it has to happen in that order)

#fool of a took

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prolestari · 7 years ago

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Summer Vacation

Here it is! My submission for @sinswap! I had about a dozen different ideas, but I ultimately had to settle on some silliness with the Three Misfits. Please enjoy! I cannot wait to see who I am paired with, and what that person comes up with for this story. This was incredibly fun, so thank you to the organizers!

It was the first day of summer vacation, and Gilthunder was already bored.

At the end of July, the boys and girls in the academy were given six weeks of rest and relaxation. Six glorious weeks of swimming, games, exploring, fun. Six wonderful weeks of sleeping in late and staying up later, chasing fireflies and ladybugs, playing ball in the street, climbing trees, jumping in the river. Six amazing weeks without constant adult supervision, without history and geography, without essays and training and maths.

But things were a bit different now. He was eight, and eight-year-olds did not catch frogs or use play swords or chase one another in tag. Eight-year-olds would be enrolling in the early Holy Knight training in the fall, and Gilthunder felt as though he needed to be prepared for it. So when his cousin Griamore showed up to ask him to go fishing, Gilthunder refused. “We need to be serious, Griamore,” he scolded his cousin. “Childhood is now behind us.”

“It is?” asked Griamore with a frown. “Damn.”

“Don’t be vulgar,” Gil chided him. “We’re not allowed to say bad words.”

The two ended up lounging a bit on the terrace outside the castle kitchens, watching birds fly by and pick at the scraps tossed out by the cook. “This is boring,” Gilthunder sighed, deciding that adulthood was not for him after all.

“Can we go fishing now?” Griamore asked, but Gilthunder shook his head. “Let’s go patrol,” he said, standing. “Maybe we can find that kid again, the one who gave us trouble before.”

“Yeah!” the other boy shouted, so off they went, hurrying through the castle at breakneck speed. At last they cleared the open gates and entered the city proper, weaving their way expertly down the narrow cobblestone streets. It was a hot day, but luckily not humid, and the sellers lined every inch of Liones with their carts, the shops with windows and doors open, the taverns readying their signs with the day’s luncheon options. People milled about, going about their business, and now with the start of summer break, children moved in packs or carted younger siblings around, playing and running and sniffing around the candy shops.

Gilthunder raised his chin a bit, trying to exude an air of authority. He was the son of the Grand Master, which practically made him second-in-command. His eyes darted over the children who ran around them, smiling appreciatively at their games. He looked fondly over a group of boys, around six or seven, picking sticks for a game of Steal the Broom. Ah, to be so carefree.

“Where do we look?” Griamore asked, and Gilthunder paused for a moment. “His dad is a blacksmith on the east side, right? So let’s head there.”

Together they struck towards the eastern end of the city, keeping their eyes sharp for the boy they had encountered less than two weeks ago. He had been scrawny and dirty with a mouth much too big for his looks. Gil had caught him stealing a bicycle, but he wasn’t stealing it he was borrowing it, as the boy had shouted back at him. As the son of the Great Holy Knight, Gil knew it was his duty to apprehend the kid; but that had proven harder than it looked.

There were words exchanged on each side, most of it about how dumb the other was and how big the other’s mother’s ass was, before the boy flicked his nose at Gilthunder and turned to leave. But the aspiring knight would not let him escape, and he grinned when he stepped in front of him, blocking his exit, feeling the new energy that had just awakened over the winter holidays sparking under his hands. They got into a bit of a scuffle, only broken up when the baker stepped out to send them both off, so they agreed to meet and finish their fight ten minutes later behind the bookseller.

When Gilthunder had arrived, flanked by Griamore and their friend Gustaf (who was looking very puffed up to be a part of such an elite gang), he was taken aback a bit by the small crowd of children that had gathered to watch. Once the match began they circled each other, fists raised, and both boys took half-hearted swipes at each other, neither quite sure what to actually do.

But then Gil got it into his head to surprise the boy, and called on his growing powers to send a little bolt of electricity at him. The spark landed on his neck and he had yelped in surprise, his eyes wide as he stared at him with a hand clasped on his neck. Gil smiled smugly, about to claim victory, when something very unexpected had happened: Gilthunder found himself blown by a sudden gust of wind halfway down the alley, landing in a heap of garbage.

Now Gilthunder grumbled a few choice curses under his breath as they searched around the streets close to the smithy. It was humiliating to be taken out by nothing more than a street kid, and he was saved by Griamore when a grown-up had come around to see after the commotion. Gil had been a bit dazed from the blow, but his cousin had gotten him up and out of there before they were caught, disappearing along with the other children into the neighborhood. But later, as he fumed and picked dirt out of his hair and clothes from the garbage, he vowed to find him again and settle the score as a knight.

He was mulling this over as he and Griamore rounded a corner into an alley and spotted the familiar head of long, dark blonde hair. “Hey you!” Gil shouted, charging ahead before drawing up short a few feet away. “I’ve been looking for you!”

“Huh?” The boy looked up from a crate he was rummaging through, a frown on his face. “Who’s looking for--oh. It’s you.”

He straightened up and put his hands on his hips. Their heights were just about even, and he smirked as he looked Gilthunder up and down. “Those are some fancy clothes on ya,” he said. “You come back to get knocked into the trash bin again?”

“No, I came to apprehend you for stealing, again,” Gilthunder retorted.

“Stealing? I’m not stealing.” The boy looked truly offended. “Old Man Barden puts junk he doesn’t want out here. He’s got some good stuff. Look at what I found in the crate last week.” He pulled something out of his pocket and lifted it to his lips, giving a blow. A piercing whistle echoed through the alley, making both Gilthunder and Griamore jump. “Great, huh?”

Griamore nodded and put his hand out, and the boy handed over the small pipe for him to try. But Gilthunder just huffed in annoyance and said, “Well, it doesn’t matter! You assaulted the son of the Grand Master, and it won’t stand!”

“What?” the boy asked, pocketing his treasure. “Who’d I salt?”

“As-sault,” Gilthunder corrected. “Me. I’m the son of the Grand Master.”

He folded his arms in punctuation, but the boy just doubled over laughing. “No you ain’t!”

“I am too!”

“Ain’t!”

“I am!”

“He really is,” Griamore interjected.

“Prove it,” the boy answered smugly.

The two cousins glanced at each other. “I could swear it?” Gilthunder asked. “I’ll swear on the princess.”

“Gil!” hissed Griamore. “You can’t do that!”

“Margaret will understand,” he answered. “It’s the truth anyway.”

He turned back to the boy, who was eyeing them suspiciously. “Why’d you call her Margaret and not Highness?”

Gilthunder puffed up a bit. “Because we’re friends. In fact, I’m going to be assigned her guard next year.”

“No way!”

“Yes way!”

“Hold on.” The boy moved closer, getting right into Gilthunder’s face. “Are you telling me… you know the princess of Liones? The actual, real live Princess Margaret?”

“Yup,” he answered with a smug grin. “And Princess Veronica.”

The boy gasped. “Can you please let me meet them? I have to meet them.” Gil frowned, but before he could ask, the kid was clutching his chest and moaning, “She is so beautiful. I saw her at the harvest festival last year. That’s when I decided I was gonna be a Holy Knight because I’m definitely gonna marry her.”

Gilthunder snorted. “You can’t marry her,” he said, but the boy protested, “Yuh huh! When I’m a Holy Knight! My old man wants me to be a blacksmith but I gotta marry a princess. I’m gonna be the best Holy Knight in Liones, maybe even Grand Master!”

He heard Griamore laugh next to him, but his eyes went wide as the boy hugged himself. “Then I’m gonna get the princess, and I’m gonna marry her, and I’m gonna kiss her like this--” And here he started making kissy noises, smooching his arms, before falling onto the ground and rolling around. “She’s gonna be my girlfriend.”

Now Griamore was laughing and whooping at the silly display, but Gilthunder clenched his fists, little sparks bursting out from between his fingers. “You can’t marry the princess, you twit!” he growled. “Now stop saying that!”

The boy stopped rolling around, laying on his back on the ground to look up at him. “If you take me to meet them, I’ll believe that you’re the son of the Grand Master.”

“I don’t care if you believe me,” Gilthunder answered, knowing that was not at all true.

“Fine.” The boy sat up and smiled sweetly. “Then I’m gonna tell everyone you’re a liar.”

A moment ticked by as Gilthunder growled under his breath before he shouted, “Fine!”

He stormed off towards the exit to the alley, leaving the others to follow. Behind him, he heard the boy say, “Is he always like this?” to which Griamore replied, “Not really. I think you just get on his nerves.”

Together they three headed through the streets towards the castle. The sun had climbed higher, rising the temperature, not even a cloud to give a bit of relief. Gil was anxious to get back and get some cold water, maybe even a lemonade, but a few minutes later the boy pulled up short. “Crap!” he yelled. “I forgot something! Hang on!”

He took off running, and Gilthunder shouted, “Hey! Wait up!” before he and Griamore gave chase.

The followed him down one street after another before he skidded to a stop before a very quaint looking house. “More stealing, probably,” Gil whispered to Griamore, but to both of their surprise, he stepped up and knocked on the door. “Mrs. Land?” he called. “It’s me, Howzer.”

“Howzer!” The oldest lady Gilthunder had ever seen opened the door, her frail and wrinkled frame bent over a cane. “You’re late today.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Land,” he answered. “I was hanging out with…” He looked over his shoulder and frowned. “What’s your names again?”

“I’m Griamore, and this is Gilthunder,” came the answer, and Gil scowled at his cousin’s friendly tone.

“Nice boys,” the old lady said, and Howzer gestured at them to follow her inside.

The house was cramped, cozy, and filled with stuff. The two boys looked around curiously at the knick-knacks that lined the walls, but their attention snapped back when Howzer called their names. “Griamore! Gil-whatever! Come grab these?”

Griamore started forward, Gil following reluctantly behind. Then he found his arms filled with a bag that was more awkward than heavy. “Thank you boys,” the old woman said. “Here’s your payment, Howzer.”

“Thanks Mrs. Land,” he recited. Gil tried to see how much money she gave him, but ended up following him out and down the street, sent off with another wave and thanks from the woman. The trio walked down the street a bit until they reached a dump site. Then Howzer heaved his bag inside, followed by the ones the others carried.

“Who was that?” Griamore asked as Howzer reached into his pocket.

“Just some lady,” he answered. “I take out her trash every few days. One of my summer jobs. Pop says I gotta.”

He pulled out his hand and Gilthunder was surprised to see that instead of money, he held the largest muffin he had ever seen. Howzer broke it into thirds and handed a piece to Griamore before offering one to Gil.

“This is how you get paid?” he asked as he took the piece suspiciously.

“Yeah,” said Howzer around a mouthful. “Why, what’s wrong with muffins?”

“This is good!” Griamore exclaimed through his own stuffed mouth.

Tentatively Gilthunder tried the muffin. It really was great, delicious in fact, and eagerly he gobbled up the rest. “Let’s get going,” he said as he wiped his hands on his pants, and they set off again.

They reached the castle quickly, the only other detour a brief stop at a fountain to wash their hands and splash around a little. The warm water was refreshing, and it was a relief to Gil to wipe off some of the perspiration that was clinging to his hands and neck, even if Griamore did manage to get his left sleeve all wet with an unexpected splash in his direction. As the gates got closer, however, Howzer looked nervous for the first time. “Are… are we really going in there?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Gilthunder shot over his shoulder. “I thought you wanted to meet the princesses.”

“You mean--you really do know them?!” he shrieked, but Gilthunder did not answer as they walked through the gate. He waved to the guard, who nodded back, and was pleased to hear Howzer give a “Woahhhh,” under his breath.

Gilthunder enjoyed the way Howzer oohed and ahhed over the castle. He took them purposefully the long way, so he could see the stables and the guard posts for the Holy Knights. By the time they reached the garden where he knew the princesses would be spending their time before lunch, Howzer’s eyes were so large they looked as if they might slip out of his head, his cheeks bright from a combination of excitement and the heat.

The three boys crowded together behind a line of shrubbery, peeking through the leaves. “Quiet!” hissed Gilthunder at the other two, who nodded.

He peered over the top and spotted dark violet hair nearby. “Veronica!” he hissed. “Over here!”

She looked over her shoulder, then her mouth dropped open in surprise. “Gil? What are you doing?” she whispered back, crawling over.

“Can you get rid of the nurse?” he asked.

“Why?” She eyed him suspiciously.

“We got something to show you, just do it!”

Veronica nodded and hurried away towards where her sisters were sitting with the nursemaid. Margaret sat on a blanket, stacking blocks with little Elizabeth, barely two years old. “Nanny!” she cried. “I want some tea. Can you go and get some?”

“Tea? In this heat?” The woman fanned herself. “I don’t--”

“Pleeeeeeeeeease?” Veronica whined.

The nurse pressed her lips together as the girl smiled and batted her eyelashes. “All right. Let me just call for someone to take Elizabeth--”

“We’ll watch her!” cried Veronica. “You’ll only be gone a few minutes. Margaret and I can handle her. Pretty please?”

With a weary sigh the nurse headed back inside the castle. Once out of sight, she grabbed Margaret’s hand, leaving the toddler to knock over the blocks as she hauled her to the bushes. “Veronica, what in the world--”

She stopped short as the three boys popped out of the bushes. “Gil!” she cried, a blush rising to her cheeks. “What--what are you-- why are you here?”

He cleared his throat, every bit as flustered as she, but before he could stammer out a reply Griamore said, “We made a new friend who wanted to meet you.” Gilthunder looked over as Griamore gave a nudge to the boy with his elbow. “Go on, Howzer.”

But Howzer stood frozen, his mouth dropped open in shock. “Howzer?” Gilthunder asked, stifling a laugh.

“It’s… princess…” he whispered.

Both boys and girls giggled at that. “Howzer, is it?” Margaret asked with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Princess…” breathed the boy.

She and Veronica exchanged a glance. “Yeah, this is some great thing to show us,” Veronica said sarcastically. “Hello? Are you alive?”

Veronica waved her hand in front of Howzer’s blank stare, and suddenly he blinked and swallowed. “Your-your-H-Highness,” he stammered. Suddenly he stepped out and gave a bow. “I am here to ask for a kiss.”

“A what?” she gasped, but Gilthunder moved next to her. “You didn’t say that!” he snapped.

Howzer clutched his hands together nervously and looked at Margaret. “Your Highness, I want to be the greatest Holy Knight in Liones, and win the hand of a princess. Please, can you give me a kiss, so I can fulfill my dream?”

“You are not kissing her,” Gil insisted.

“Yeah,” Griamore agreed. “You’re not even a knight yet.”

“And you can’t be the greatest Holy Knight,” continued Gil. “That’s my dad and Meliodas, the captain of the Seven Deadly Sins. No way you’ll be as good as them.”

Howzer scowled at him, his fists clenching and looking ready to spring, but Margaret’s giggle interrupted them. “I’m sorry, Sir Howzer,” she said gently. “But my father doesn’t allow me to give kisses yet.”

“Oh.” The situation now diffused, the boys just looked embarrassed. Then Howzer looked hopefully at Veronica, who squealed, “Ew! No way!”

“I know!” Gilthunder laughed. “You can kiss Elizabeth!”

“Elizabeth?” Howzer groaned. “I’m not kissing a baby!”

Veronica laughed and clapped her hands. “Sure you can! That’s a great idea!” She grabbed Howzer’s hand and pulled him forward, but when they reached the blanket, Elizabeth was gone.

“Where is she?” Margaret cried. “We left her right here!”

There was a panicked moment when everyone looked around for the toddler, but she was nowhere to be found. “Gil!” wailed Margaret, her hands covering her cheeks. “We need to find her!”

He nodded. As the future protector of the royal family, it was his job to make sure the princess was rescued. “Margaret, you stay here,” he said, assuming the role of leader. “Griamore and Veronica, check around the bushes and see if she crawled away. Howzer and I will look down the path a bit.”

Turning to Howzer, who looked a bit panic-stricken, he pointed a finger and said, “You’re coming with me.”

The blonde nodded and quickly followed behind. They looked under benches, around flower beds, and Howzer even climbed a little wall to check around. “Where could she be?” Gilthunder wondered aloud.

“There!” Howzer pointed to a wall of the garden, and Gil raced after him as he jumped and ran over.

Together they stood looking up. Sure enough, the two-year-old was yelling, “Gil! Gil!” and sitting on a windowsill about six feet off the ground.

“How in the world…?” Gil said, but Howzer nudged his arm with his elbow and pointed. There was a trellis covered in vines attached the wall, easy enough for a little one to climb up.

“She’s pretty brave,” Howzer commented as Gilthunder grabbed onto the trellis. But a moment later he stepped back. “I don’t think it will hold my weight.”

“Get underneath the window and hold your arms out.” Gil looked over with his brows drawn, but Howzer licked his lips, looking up at the princess. “Come on, I got an idea. Trust me.”

“Uh…” Gilthunder moved carefully under the windowsill as Howzer raised his hands. “What are you gonna do?” he yelped, but at that moment, a small tornado appeared from his hands. It swept through the air and up, and a moment later, Elizabeth was knocked from the blast off of the windowsill.

“Wait!” Gil shouted, but the girl landed in his arms, her eyes wide in shock. “Elizabeth? Are you okay?”

Elizabeth let loose a babble of words that surely made sense to the girl. But Gil turned and glared at Howzer, slinging the toddler onto his hip. “You idiot!” he snapped. “You can’t send a tornado at a princess!”

Howzer shrugged. “She’s down, isn’t she? Besides, I knew it would work. I did it on a cat once.”

“Ahem.”

Both boys froze at the deep male voice. Their eyes connected as Elizabeth squirmed down, and they turned to see her run to a very tall, stern-looking man, who bent down to scoop the girl up easily.

“Uncle Dreyfus!” Gil cried. “Sir!” He gave a quick bow, and Howzer followed suit.

“Who is this?” he snapped, and both boys cringed as they straightened. “Why is Elizabeth out here?”

Both boys immediately launched into an explanation, but after a moment Dreyfus raised a hand and silenced them. “Enough.” He peered down at the newcomer with narrow eyes. “What is your name, boy?”

“H-Howzer, sir,” he stammered.

“Howzer, hm?” Dreyfus echoed. “And where did you learn that little trick, Howzer?”

He and Gilthunder exchanged a glance. “I dunno, sir? It just comes out.”

“Who is your father?” When Howzer turned a bit pale, he repeated, “Who is your father?”

“Raizer, sir!” he squeaked. “The blacksmith!”

“We met last week, Uncle,” Gilthunder interjected. “I just invited him up here to--”

“Enough.” Gil’s mouth snapped shut as the knight’s eyes went back and forth between them. “I came looking for Griamore and am not surprised to see the lot of you up to something. Now Gil, take your friend and see him to the gate. You, young Howzer, head straight home, understood? I’ll be by to see your father later.”

“Yes sir,” they both mumbled, hurrying off.

They walked in silence back through the castle, and stopped just before they reached the gate. “Sorry I got you in trouble,” Howzer mumbled.

“Nah,” replied Gil, sounding more confident than he felt. “He’s not that bad.”

“Do you think he’s gonna tell my pop?” Howzer asked. “If a Holy Knight shows up at the door my pop’s gonna give birth to kittens!”

Gilthunder chuckled. “You’ll be all right.”

“Yeah.” Howzer turned to go, but then glanced back. “See ya tomorrow? We got another job, and I have a really good spot for us to dig.”

“Uh… yeah! Sure!” Gilthunder returned the boy’s wave as he ran through the gates and disappeared down the path to the city. After a moment he turned to go find Griamore and fill him in on the plan for tomorrow, assuming they wouldn’t be scrubbing a stall in punishment. Maybe the summer wouldn’t be so boring after all.

#nnt #sinswap #fan fiction #gilthunder #howzer #griamore #margaret #veronica #elizabeth #dreyfus #summer vacation

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