#and then he immediately realizes that he has a a crush on both hazel and wally

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Actually I would like more Cynthia and Buddy interacting in fics

Stuff like Cynthia getting into a fight and Buddy patching her up, the two of them watching sports together, the two of them butting heads when it comes to playing the leads in R&J (and maybe them doing more plays in the future), Cynthia coming out to Buddy and Buddy being supportive (and btw i have read that one fic where they both get drunk and Cynthia accidentally comes out to him), the two of them getting drunk and absolutely both being clingy drunks, Cynthia absolutely destroying Buddy at football

Anyways I just imagine the two of them having a kind of Steve/Robin friendship and you cannot change my mind

[totsumaki]

Chapter 2: TRUESPACE

SUNNY opens his eyes, finding himself laying down on the ground of WHITE SPACE.. “What… Happened?” He mumbled to himself, sitting up and looking around. There was his tissue box. His laptop. The empty light fixture…. And his sketchbook. He decides to pick it up, and look through it, seeing the same disturbing drawings that he’s seen in some nightmares. His therapist had said it was his imagination of his depression. He keeps flipping through the page before his eyes narrow in confusion. On the last page, is something he didn’t draw. It was… SOMETHING. It looked like a younger version of him, but black and white and a blank stare.

SUNNY shook his head before closing the book and looking around again, noticing now there’s not a door. He felt something in his POCKET, and pulled it out. It was his Shiny Knife. He looked over its edge, razor sharp as always. He felt as if it was calling to him, to use it to free himself from this prison. He pointed it at himself, and the song called louder than before, drowning out any other thoughts. It begged him for release, to cut into himself, to end it.

           Just as he was about to stab himself, SOMETHING… No. Someone stopped him. He looked up to see HEADSPACE AUBREY, her body outlined in pink, holding his hands and smiling SADLY at him. She shook her head and gently took the knife away. “You don’t need to do that anymore, OMORI. We can be safer now. We can just…” Her eyes welled up with tears before hugging him. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦.

SUNNY woke up, this time facing the door that led to HEADSPACE. “I’m so confused…” SUNNY mumbled. Who is OMORI? Why did she call him that? How did she get into WHITE SPACE? He shook his head, before walking through the door. He squinted his eyes as the light got extremely bright before dimming as he left WHITE SPACE. He looked around at the NEIGHBOR’S ROOM.

SUNNY’s eyes widened as he was tackled by AUBREY… Wait… This is HEADSPACE AUBREY. “SUNNY! You were gone forever! I COUNTED!” He looked up, to see HEADSPACE HERO and KEL groaning. “AUBREY! You messed up the cards!” AUBREY stuck her tongue out at KEL before looking up at SUNNY. “You had fun with the REAL WORLD AUBREY, didn’t you? You flirt~” she giggles at him.

SUNNY had a sudden realization that the memory thing went both ways. The HEADSPACE version remembered what the REAL WORLD version had done, and vice versa. Which means this AUBREY knows that he and the REAL WORLD AUBREY held pinkies… Oh boy, she definitely thinks he has a crush then… Does he? As he pondered this idea, AUBREY’s teasing smile faded away, turning into concern. “You did, didn't you? You two held hands. Not pinkies, HANDS.”

SUNNY looked down at her, unsure what to say. “Is… That flirting?” AUBREY stared at him, her face unreadable, before looking down. “Oh my god I feel so sorry for her…” SUNNY tilts his head, confused. “What do you mean?” AUBREY shook her head and trudged back to the card pile, HERO patting her on the back. “We should go out, MARI and HAZEL are waiting for us!” HERO smiled, getting up. KEL seemed to get super excited at the mention of HAZEL, leaving SUNNY confused. “Uh yeah… Let’s go, I’m sure MARI is worried about me, like usual.”

AUBREY perks up, immediately running up to SUNNY, her eyes sparkling as she gives a bright smile, completely losing whatever her mood drop was. “We can go together! Just the two of us! We can leave HERO and KEL behind, they’ll be fine!” Before she could get much farther with her fantasy of having alone time, a soft voice called from above. “Hey! Are you guys here?” SUNNY couldn’t pinpoint the voice, it was both… Familiar, and not.

“Hang on HAZEL! SUNNY just got here!” HERO called, before laughing as KEL sprinted for the stairs, making his way up. There was the sound of a yelp and laughing coming from above. AUBREY looked to HERO, before rolling her eyes. SUNNY decided to continue her thoughts. “Seems we get to go on another adventure then, huh? Just you and me, together…” SUNNY stopped, thinking. “And the others too, I guess.” AUBREY giggled and smacked his arm playfully. “That’s flirting, SUNNY.” He smiled more, looking at her eyes. “Then I guess I mean it, too.” Her skin turned red, one hand now on her face as she looked away. “S-stop it and get going!” SUNNY chuckled before taking her free hand, and leading her out, stopping at the SNAKE.

“Ssssssssssss” (Going out SUNNY?) He nods. “Ssssssssss” (Here’s your allowance for today.) Before giving SUNNY 200 CLAMS, which he pockets and keeps going up, AUBREY now recovered enough to walk with him. SUNNY looked back to see AUBREY pouting at him, and he smiled at her, causing her face to flush again and look away as they walked up and out of the stump. Or rather SUNNY did, and heard AUBREY call out to him. “SUNNY help! I’m stuck…” SUNNY looked back, seeing she was indeed stuck and let out an amused huff before crouching down and pulling. AUBREY squeaked as she was pulled out faster than she was expecting, and the both went tumbling.

SUNNY groaned as his head felt like it was spinning, trying to see what happened. His eyes met AUBREY’s, much much closer than he thought she’d be, and realized she landed on top of him. “Uh… Hey… Nice of you to drop in, huh?” AUBREY groaned at the pun, but didn't move. The world faded, with only the two of them looking at each other, getting closer. SUNNY could feel her breath on him as they were inches away, when once again KEL yelled, and ruined the moment. “HEY HAZEL WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” The two looked up, SUNNY upside down, at the commotion. There was HERO… Sitting on KEL’s chest… While a girl was… Drawing on KEL’s hand?

SUNNY squinted his eyes, reorienting what he was seeing right side up. The girl… was wearing a seafoam green shirt with a star in the center and shorts, and messy hair with a part of her hair curling up over her head… How did she manage to do that? Wait… Was that HEADSPACE HAZEL? How does he have a HEADSPACE version of her? He never knew her back then! SUNNY was brought out of his observation by AUBREY smacking his chest lightly. “How come you never look at me like that?” She was pouting at him. “Uh… Because you’re more special than that?” SUNNY suddenly remembering something HERO said that made MARI squeal, and decided it’d be fun. “You know I only have eyes for you, AUBREY.” He tried to replicate HERO’s SMILE, hoping it’d work. Unfortunately for him, it worked too well.

He immediately regretted trying to flirt when her eyes started to sparkle like firecrackers. “Prove it, SUNNY!” She got really close now, waiting impatiently. SUNNY started to get nervous, stammering. “I… Uh.. I-I… Um…” he wished this was the point when someone would get in the way, he wasn’t ready to figure out his feelings! “Uh I-I think MARI is waiting…” AUBREY got a smug look as he felt his face heating up. “You can’t run forever SUNNY, just you wait~” She giggled before sitting up, looking down at him with a smug grin. “When did you get so confident…” SUNNY wondered out loud.

AUBREY giggled again, twirling her hair around her finger. “It’s not just emotions you know~ It’s also personality~” Before getting up and sauntering away, leaving SUNNY steaming on the ground. “... God why is it so difficult to figure out feelings…” he groaned, covering his eyes with his arm, before noticing a shadow over him. He peeks over his arm before sitting up, startled.

HAZEL gave a smile, her eyes closing as she did. SUNNY studied her, having a closer look at her, he saw that she had a flower hairpin as well, but it’s splattered slightly with paint… Actually her entire outfit is. There’s splotches of red, blue, and yellow paint everywhere, crisscrossing, splattered, splashed, and swiped… “Did you want me to draw something on you too?”

“Uh, no thanks. AUBREY gets dibs on that.” He looked over, seeing KEL giving him the stink eye while holding his hand that was drawn on to him… “What did you draw on him anyways?” HAZEL started to giggle, her cheeks flushing a little bit, confusing him more as she leaned closer and whispered. “Oh it’s nothin’ much. Just a small heart!” SUNNY hummed before getting up, dusting himself off. “I’m sure he won’t want to wash his hands then.”

“Is that so? Well then here’s hoping!” HAZEL laughed, and rushed off towards KEL, holding her paintbrush like a makeshift sword. SUNNY sighed and followed, HERO lining up next to him. “What’s up, SUNNY?” SUNNY looks up at him. “Why am I having so much trouble with figuring out my feelings? Emotions are easy, but this… Do I like AUBREY?” HERO hummed as he looked forward. “Well, you’ve asked to see every picture ever taken of her, I saw you two holding hands the last time you were here, and you two are practically inseparable for the last 6 years. That’s almost as long as me and MARI have been dancing around each other. So yeah, I think you do.”

“That’s with HEADSPACE AUBREY. What about REAL WORLD? What do I do there?” SUNNY sighed, kicking a rock. “I feel like I’m just imagining liking her because HEADSPACE is what I’ve made. Now that they can show up at some point, they’ll know what I think of them, what I do with them in this world I created, and maybe my feelings aren’t genuine to the real deal, but rather who I made in their image.”

HERO just listened attentively, like he always had for KEL and SUNNY. “I think that you should talk to them about it, or maybe have a fresh start with all of us. Yes this is your HEADSPACE, but that doesn’t mean your feelings aren’t real.” He smiled and rustled SUNNY’s hair. “If you really need advice on people, talk to MARI. You know she’ll help you find your way.” SUNNY nodded, looking after AUBREY. “I just want to be fair. It wouldn’t be if I didn’t figure out my feelings first.”

HERO chuckled. “You’re having the same problems I did with MARI then. She’s just so amazing, there’s no way she’d settle for me, and vice versa. I bet you’ll find that beneath all that confidence, AUBREY is scared out of her mind that she did something wrong and will lose you.” Speaking of AUBREY, she was waiting ahead, looking a bit anxious until she saw HERO and SUNNY walking towards her, when she visibly relaxed and waved to them. As SUNNY waved back, KEL ran past them, covered in paint with HAZEL chasing him,  also covered in paint.

“Hold still KEL! I just wanna give you a little doodle!” HAZEL called, laughing. “YOU ALREADY GAVE ME ONE!” KEL called back, trying to dodge the girl’s swings. She’s surprisingly accurate with those paint globs. SUNNY chuckled as they ran by, before humming. “I think that I feel the same way, and that’s why I don’t know what to say. I don’t want to lose any of you, but I also feel like I’m just a burden.” He held up a hand before HERO could protest. “I know, I know I’m not a burden to anyone, and people want me around. But I still feel like it. I’m not exceptional at anything, and at best I’m a helper.” HERO had a look on his face that screamed wanting to deny it. “I’ve been working on it, HERO. I just don’t know where to start.”

SUNNY looked up, seeing the sun peek out behind white fluffy clouds. “I’m happy, I feel so much better than I have in a long time. But I can’t help but feel bitter as well. You’re good at cooking, and talking to people. MARI is amazing at nearly everything. KEL is great at annoying people. AUBREY is just so cute, and good at comforting. I’ve just been… Someone who is good at following, and nothing else. Everyone has something they’re good at that everyone else knows. What am I good at?” He sighs. “Sorry, I know it’s just me dumping my problems, but I really want to learn to do something that I’m good at.”

HERO stayed silent, contemplating. “Maybe there is something you’re good at, but you don’t think you are since you have no frame of reference? Some things that we can do really well took time… Except for KEL, he’s naturally annoying in his own unique way.” They both laughed at that. “My point is, yes I’m good at cooking, but that’s because I took time to learn, and I’m still trying to remember people’s names. You would not believe how often I mixed up HAZEL and BASIL with each other.” He puts a hand on SUNNY’s shoulder, as AUBREY starts to run towards them. “My point is… Find something you like, and put everything you can into it. I like to sing, for example. I’m not great at it, but it’s fun and something I enjoy.” SUNNY hummed as AUBREY reached them. “I think I know what I can try to do.” AUBREY looked at him, confused as he walked towards her.

SUNNY took a deep breath and hugged her, pressing close and doing his best to convey how he felt about her. All of the confusion, the happiness, the giddy rapid heartbeats, the protectiveness, the desire to be better for her, to be good enough, and all of the admiration he had for her. He didn’t mind the squeak, or how long it took her to hug him back. But when she did, he felt her clutching and the wet spot on his shoulder. He stood there, holding her until she pulled away, her eyes red and puffy, but with a HAPPY smile. He smiled back, now also HAPPY that he could do that. He looked to HERO, and did the same. Clutching him tightly, trying to convey how glad he was to have this big brother figure. How he listens to SUNNY, making sure he’s okay, and how HAPPY he was whenever HERO was around.

The feeling he got back was amazing, as HERO hugged back and it felt like he was actually wanted. That he belonged with them. He could feel the weight of doubt being lifted. After a little while, SUNNY pulled away and smiled at HERO. “I think I found something I can do.” HERO laughed. “That’s an understatement. I felt like the sun itself was smiling at me, and warming me to my bones.” AUBREY shyly took SUNNY’s hand. “I felt like I was… Loved… Wanted… That nothing could hurt me, so long as you held me…” She blushed, trailing off.

HERO rustled SUNNY’s hair. “See? That’s something that none of us can do… Well maybe MARI, but that’s besides the point! You have so much emotion you can give, and show. Now let’s get going, shall we? We might miss HAZEL painting KEL to be a clown.” AUBREY’s eyes got sparkly as her excitement rose and started pulling SUNNY along. “Come on, come on! I hope that MARI gets a picture so I can laugh at him!” He let her guide him, as he became lost in his thoughts about the hugs, how it was received, and most importantly how much it meant to them.

They were a bit late, but MARI did indeed get a photo of KEL drenched in different colors, looking like he had a lot of makeup on, just to get dunked in the lake. After everyone had a good laugh, SUNNY put his newfound SKILL to good use, not saying anything but running up to MARI and hugging her tightly, doing his best to convey how he felt. The love, the safety, the fear he had, the warmth he felt, how much he missed her, and the general frustration he felt until now. He could hear MARI crying, and looked up at her as she hugged him back, and an empathy of emotion could be felt by the two of them. Her fear of losing him, the happiness she felt finally being able to connect to him, how much she wished he’d come back home safely, and the overwhelming love she had for him.

The two stayed like that for a while, as the others let them be, knowing they both needed this. SUNNY could hear HAZEL and AUBREY giggle, as KEL grumbled about how she could just ask to draw a heart on him. HERO was doing something.. It sounded like the rustling of plants, and concentration. He finally pulled away, smiling at MARI. “I’m sorry it took me so long to figure out how to do this.” MARI shook her head, wiping away tears. “You just needed time. It’s okay, I’m just… So HAPPY that you told me how you felt. I’m so sorry that I couldn’t be there for you sooner.” 

SUNNY hummed. “I would go do the same with KEL, but he seems a bit busy… And wet.” MARI giggles loudly at that, covering her mouth. “Then just wait until he and HAZEL are done flirting for a while.” HAZEL overhears MARI’s comment and calls out to them. “Hey! We’re not flirting, we’re doing friend things!” SUNNY looked over, before blinking as a flower crown was placed on him by AUBREY. “Speaking of flirting, here you go~ Just for you!” She giggled and smiled at him. “The rest are going to explore the VAST FOREST to try to find BASIL, HERO went to his house and found nothing. I’m not sure why he tried checking the bookshelf for him though…” MARI laughed loudly at that, nearly falling over. “H-he tries his best, but sometimes he just does the silliest things!”

SUNNY smiled at them, before turning to AUBREY. “We’ll have to have our adventure together later then. Sounds like we need to join in the search in the VAST FOREST.” AUBREY pouts and nods, grumbling before pointing at SUNNY. “You owe me a date later, then.” His face immediately goes red, stammering before looking down and taking her hand, not saying anything. AUBREY and MARI giggle at him, but he knows they’re not making fun of him, but rather just enjoying how cute he was being.

HAZEL and KEL ran up to them, KEL now having a heart on the back of both of his hands. “Hey! Are we ready to go yet? I wanna see the VAST FOREST! KEL said it’s super big and pretty with a bunch of pinwheels!” HAZEL excitedly exclaimed. KEL looked away as AUBREY smirked at him. “He said it was pretty? Wow KEL, really trying to get romantic vibes going~” KEL made a retching sound. “No way! She has cooties!” HAZEL turned to him, pouting. “Nuh uh!” “YEAH HUH!” SUNNY took a step back, smiling. “It’s like I’m seeing another you fight with KEL. Yeah, they’ll get along great.” AUBREY giggled next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder as they watched MARI try to get them to stop.

“You know, I wonder how REAL WORLD AUBREY would react to this. Holding hands, my head on your shoulder.” AUBREY giggled. “I think she would be a tomato!” SUNNY chuckled with her, nodding his head. “I’m not doing that right now because I’m too HAPPY to care about being embarrassed.” AUBREY looked up at him, a sparkle in her eye. “Oh really now?” she got onto her tippy toes and got real close. “How about now?~” He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Good try.”

Huh, never knew HEADSPACE versions could be so red… or is that violet? What color is that anyways? “Whoa! How did you get her to be magenta?” HAZEL appeared out of nowhere, and was studying AUBREY’s face, who blushed a deeper red, becoming pink. “Oh wow, now you’re pink! Pink really suits you!” SUNNY nodded, making an agreeing noise. AUBREY decided to hide her face against his chest, making him chuckle. “Alright, alright. We don’t need to tease AUBREY anymore, she might pass out and then I’ll have to carry her..” He hummed, thinking about it. “Actually keep going, give me an excuse.”

AUBREY hit his chest, whining at him while he and HAZEL laughed. “Alright, let’s get going. BASIL might still be in the VAST FOREST.” The two girls nod, and seeing KEL getting roped into exercising with REN and SHAWN, they decided to go through the forest now instead of waiting, calling for BASIL the whole while. None of them expected to find him, and they were disappointed to find they were right. They got to the ladder going up high, and AUBREY looked to SUNNY. “We don’t have to go up if you don’t want to, you’re afraid of heights right?” SUNNY started to nod, but then paused. “Actually… I feel like I got over my fear awhile ago? That’s strange… I don’t remember overcoming my fears.” “Oh… Well… We still don’t need to! BASIL doesn’t like high places either, so I don’t think he’d go here!.” AUBREY smiled and they walked back, not noticing a STRANGER watching them from the treeline and fading away. When they got back to the picnic, they met back up with MARI, HERO, and KEL, who was looking frantically around until he saw HAZEL and sagged with relief, before turning red from something HERO said. Oh and there they go, KEL chasing HERO, trying to… Do something? SUNNY shrugged and walked up to MARI. “Didn’t find him, he might be farther away. Any ideas?” MARI tapped her cheek before looking towards the stump. “You could try going to OTHERWORLD, up the ladder east of the stump. But you’re afraid of heights, aren’t you SUNNY?”

AUBREY cut in, pouting. “No, apparently he got over his fear without us. Meanie.” MARI’s eyes sparkled and she swept SUNNY up in a hug, squeezing the life jam out of him. “OHHH I’m so proud of you! I wish I could’ve been there for you, but that’s okay. My little brother is moving up in the world, and I can’t wait to see you take it by storm!” SUNNY barely managed to choke out “MARI I can’t breathe!” and MARI released him, giggling. “Oh silly Sunrise, you’re stronger than you think. Everything’s going to be okay!”

SUNNY nodded before whistling loudly, a signal he rarely uses for everyone to gather around him. “Alright, our next destination is OTHERWORLD. We need to find BASIL. He’s alone somewhere, and we need to fix that.” Everyone nodded and off they went to the ladder east of the stump. On the way there, each of the HEADSPACE denizens started to fill out with color, turning into their REAL WORLD colors. SUNNY watched with surprise, as none of them stopped moving to do so.

AUBREY caught his eye, and smirked. “Yo. Just went to bed, so I guess that means you’re stuck with us now.” SUNNY smirked back. “Oh no, the pretty girl is back. Whatever shall I do?” They both started to laugh together, the rest of the group smiling at them, and KEL was looking at his hands. “HAZEL what did you draw this with?! Permanent marker?!” HAZEL gave a small shrug in response. “Dunno. But from what I’m seein’ it might be paint? Hopefully it's the washable kind.” KEL responds by rubbing at it, seeing no results and giving up.

MARI and HERO were holding hands, watching the two pairs smiling, all the way until the ladder. “Alright everyone, up you go. I’ll see you at the top!” MARI was all smiles and sunshine, cheering them on. “But how are you going to get up there?” AUBREY asked. MARI held a finger up to her lips and winked. “I know a shortcut~” HERO just smirked knowingly, KEL and HAZEL were too busy getting started on the ladder, AUBREY and SUNNY were just confused, but shrugged and waved goodbye.

It took them a good while to climb the ladder, unsurprisingly. There was a snake with an astronaut helmet that floated gently past them. SUNNY could hear HERO wheezing below him as they climbed, but they got to the top okay. HERO needed a bit of time to catch his breath, so SUNNY took the chance to tease AUBREY some more, taking her hand and helping her up the last few steps of the ladder. “After you, miss.” He leaned down in a half bow, kissing her hand and winking at her. Huh, so even REAL WORLD AUBREY can become as pink as her hair. Cute. She grumbled at him, but didn’t let go and moved closer, pouting. “You’re so mean, you know that?” He smiled at her, tilting his head to rest on hers. “But if you like it, is it really that mean?”

KEL and HAZEL ignored the squeak that came from behind them, too busy teasing HERO over how out of breath he was from the climb, deciding that letting them have their moment was okay this time. Eventually, they walked over to where the squawking space parrot pointed them towards the OTHERWORLD campsite, where they found MARI with another picnic blanket, and space tube food for them to eat. “Welcome to OTHERWORLD! An unofficial pit stop for weary space travelers and a popular family-friendly camping ground!” She takes a deep breath and sighs happily. “Don’t you love the smell of firewood? Of running water? The crisp space breeze? It makes the vast emptiness of space just a little more bearable, don’t you think?” She giggled, as if she rehearsed saying this. “Well..It’s certainly very…pink I’ll give it that much.” Hazel would be a bit preoccupied as she looked at her surroundings.

“So what’s this shortcut you used, MARI?” SUNNY asked, only getting a giggle in response. “It’s a secret SUNNY~ I can’t share, I’m afraid~” He hummed, nodding, knowing that she would share if she could. He looked around, and caught sight of…. He started running without a word, ignoring the shouts and calls as he chased the strange lookalike. He ran past a few craters in the ground, before turning a corner into a maze. Barely managing to keep up with the strangely quick person, until he saw him go into a barn and burst in. “Who are you?!” he shouted, before realizing he wasn’t in a barn anymore.

The person was surrounded by darkness, inky black and impossible to see through, as he turned around to face SUNNY. “My name no longer matters, but you have heard it once before. You still foolishly follow the cycle even though there’s nothing to find. BLACKSPACE no longer exists, and yet BASIL still finds a way to cause me problems.” The emotionless being spoke in a monotone voice, almost sounding bored. “Where is he?!” SUNNY pulled out his knife, ready to attack as he became ANGRY. “I don’t know. I sent him off, back to where he should be. But considering you’re searching for him, I guess not. It doesn’t matter, you can’t find a way into TRUESPACE.” Keeping a firm grip on his knife SUNNY grit his teeth. “What is TRUESPACE?” The boy tilted his head, studying him. “TRUESPACE is where I reside. Where I won. It is the centerpiece of the mind, where all base emotions and personality is made. You heard the phrase ‘Your environment is what determines how you act’ before, but by that logic there is a piece where everything stems from. Where everything begins.” The being turned away. “If there was a way to enter TRUESPACE, that’s where you’ll find me. But you’re too weak to fight me again. You’re lucky that your body is strong, otherwise I could’ve ended this facade.”

The being disappeared, with only a page fluttering to the ground at SUNNY’s feet, and everyone rushed into the barn. “SUNNY! Why the hell did you run off like that?!” AUBREY was nearly in tears, hugging him and he put away the knife to hug her back. “I found out why I tried to die…” SUNNY whispered.

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Rhys Owain Prosser Birthdate: September 20, 1978 Ancestry: Pure-blood Family: Parents Gwydion Prosser and Rhiana Prosser Friends: Magnus Urquhart, Conrad Griffith, Edmund Blackwell Childhood home: Bangor, Wales Pet: None Eye color: Blue-grey Hair color: Russet Other physical characteristics: Stocky. First year at Hogwarts: 1990 House: Slytherin Quidditch: Reserve Beater for Slytherin House team 1995-1997, reserve Beater for Caerphilly Catapults 1997-? Awards: ??? Other facts

As one of the oldest in his year, he became friendlier with some of the older Slytherins than his own roommates, with the exception of future Slytherin Quidditch captain Magnus Urquhart.

Although he didn't try to swim down to the common room window, he did successfully dare Magnus to do so.

Despite his good grades, he was never selected to be a prefect because Snape and Dumbledore agreed that he was an unpredictable element. He had no problem with this.

While studying for his OWLs, he came to believe that half-bloods had greater magical potential than either pure-bloods or M*gg*e-borns, based on a combination of research and observation.

TV Tropes that apply to him:

Academic Athlete

Brilliant, But Lazy

Vitriolic Best Buds: He has this kind of relation with both Conrad and Magnus.

Daena Maia Griffith Birthdate: Ancestry: Pure-blood Family: Parents Lionel Griffith and Desdemona Griffith (née Rosier), older brother Conrad Griffith, paternal grandparents Tristram Griffith and Proserpina Griffith (née Malfoy), maternal grandmother Phoebe Rosier (née Greengrass), paternal aunt Wilmot Bolloré (née Griffith), uncle Vitalis Bolloré, first cousin Urien Bolloré, paternal uncle Cador Griffith, aunt Euphemia Griffith (née Travers), first cousin Tamara Griffith, paternal great-uncle Abraxas Malfoy, paternal great-aunt Cordelia Malfoy (née Wilkes), first cousin once removed Lucius Malfoy, second cousin Draco Malfoy, paternal great-uncle Matthias Nott, first cousin once removed Theodore Nott, maternal great-aunt Druella Black (née Rosier), maternal great-uncle Cygnus Black Friends: Lydia Culhain, Astoria Greengrass, Emmanuel Vaisey Childhood home: Griffith Manse, Cornwall Pet: Aquila (eagle owl) Eye color: Grey Hair color: Black, usually tied into a loose ponytail. First year at Hogwarts: 1993 House: Slytherin Quidditch: Seeker for Slytherin House team 1998-2000 Awards, etc.: Prefect 1997-2000 Wand: Hazel and unicorn hair, ten and a half inches, whippy. Patronus: Antipodean Opaleye dragon Other facts

Like her brother, she's fluent in French.

She has a stuffed Antipodean Opaleye which she slept with until she was fifteen, which is why her Patronus is one.

She first realized she was attracted to girls when she met Aislinn Gilchrist and almost immediately developed a crush on her.

During the events of book 5, she refused to sing along with "Weasley Is Our King", if only because she hated the idea of calling a Gryffindor her king, even jokingly.

She was one of the Slytherin students who returned to defend Hogwarts.

She was the first girl to play Quidditch for Slytherin in twenty-five years.

She was the seventh-year girl chosen for National Unity Week.

Her middle name comes from her distant ancestor Maia Black, because her father had been researching their family genealogy at the time she was born.

TV Tropes that apply to her:

Dark Feminine, Light Feminine: Dark to her friend Lydia's light.

Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak

Lipstick Lesbian

The Baby of the Bunch

Tomboy and Girly Girl: Girly girl to Aislinn's tomboy.

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[goldenkirstein]

never knew what i was missin'

or alternatively, reiner being an oblivious simp

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@clean-soap requested: Hi. I saw that your requests are open and i was wondering if I can request a Reiner x reader. I was thinking the story line could be like My Love Story!! Anime, where Reiner comes and protects you from a creep and the both of you fall in love. However, through some misunderstandings he thinks you like Bertholdt and not him. So he tries to set you guys up, even when you try to be with him. I was hoping for some angst through the story and fluff at the end!

pairing: reiner x gn! reader

wc: 2.5k+

tags: fluff, some angst, modern! au, fem bodied reader, language, mentions of violence & assault, threats of assault, mentions of blood & bruises.

a/n: so i got a little carried away writing this, but i hope this fits what you were looking for. i really loved writing for reiner, its my first time and my first request !! also I haven't watched the anime, but i read the synopsis and tried to make some ties to it !! I hope you enjoy.

this is a work of fiction. please reach out to the necessary hotlines and call for help if you're in any danger. Please read the warnings before reading.

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“I’m sorry, I’m flattered, but unfortunately, I’m busy.” You offered the man in front of you an apologetic smile and tried to hand back the tickets he had given you. Occurrences like these weren’t common, but you had your fair share of handing out rejections. It wasn’t something you enjoyed doing; someone was exposing their heart to you, and you had to crush their hopes.

Most understand. Most will leave you alone.

“Is that a no? You expect me to be okay with that?” The man glowered at you; any sight of despondence wiped clean from his face.

“Sorry? I’m not sure-” You stepped back to try to get away from him, back hitting the wall, any sense of composure inside you disappearing. He responded by advancing towards you.

“Are you trying to get away from me? I asked you a question, you ungrateful bitch.” He spat the words at you, grabbing your wrists caging you between his body and the brick behind you. His nails began to dig into the flesh of your wrist, causing you to drop the tickets in your hand. “I bought you those, and this is how you repay me?” His eyes had darkened; you could feel his hot breath on your face, making you sick.

“Get off me, or I’ll scream. I don’t owe you shit.” You sneered at him, trying to twist out of his grip.

“Oh, don’t worry, darling. You’ll be scream-” A prominent figure forcefully shoved him off of you before he could finish his sentence. You let out a sob, eyes-widening as you realized what scene was playing out in front of you.

The man was on the ground gripping his nose, which was gushing out blood; the figure was standing over him, chest heaving, fists clenching and unclenching.

The figure whipped his head back to look at you; his expression immediately softened as your eyes met his. You let out a shaky sigh; it was Reiner, the figure was Reiner.

“Lay another hand on them, and I swear you won’t see the light of day again, Grieves.” The man haphazardly stood up and scurried off before Reiner could cause any more damage to his face.

You were frozen to the wall, not even registering that Reiner had walked over to you and was calling out your name.

“Are you okay? Can I look at your wrist, if that’s okay with you?” He gave you a worried look, waiting for your permission before touching you. You gave the blond man a short nod, and he bent down to place his fingers gently around your wrist; you could barely feel them as he carefully examined your forearm.

“What were you doing out at night? If you don’t mind me asking.” His hazel eyes flickered up, a concerned expression still painting his face.

Your breathing had stabilized, Reiner’s hands on your wrist were a comforting presence in contrast to the harsh man who had touched you prior, “I was out with Bert; he was helping me with an assignment.”

Reiner’s jaw clenched at the mention of Bertholdt; you barely picked up on the slight change in expression from him.

“Grieves offered to walk me home, but I had no idea-” You let out a shaky sigh; the jarring experience was still fresh on your mind. The man stood up, giving you a heavy nod.

“It’s okay; you don’t have to continue if you don’t want to.” Reiner was still worried for you, his mind racking through ways to get your mind off of what just happened. He noticed in the corner of his eye the outline of what seemed to be tickets.

You watched as he bent down to grab the passes, wiping them on his pant leg. “Two tickets to the theatre, how fun!” He looked up at you with a crooked smile.

“Wait, no, I didn’t mean it like that, it is fun, I mean, not by yourself though-” You giggled at his awkwardness as he quickly stood up, his cheeks rosy with a blush.

“I got what you meant, Reiner, but to be honest, I don’t think I’ll go.” He shook his head and laughed. You looked at the man and bit your lip, words threatening to spill from your mouth.

He gave you a questioning look and tilted his head. “Reiner, walk home with me. Please?”

Having Reiner near you was already doing enough to calm your nerves, but you didn’t want to be alone after what you experienced. He blinked a few times, processing your request before giving a short nod.

You peeled yourself off the wall and promptly placed your shaking hands in your coat pockets, hoping that spending more time with Reiner might quell any remains of anxiousness you felt.

He waited for you to start walking before matching your steps, eyes flicking between your face and the path in front of the two of you.

Both of you walked in silence, the sound of your shoes clicking against the pavement filling your ears. Reiner spoke first, “I know you said you didn’t feel like going, but you should ask Bertholdt; I’m sure he would love to go with you.”

You turned to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Bertholdt? You think he would wanna go with me?”

The tips of Reiner’s ears were coloured a stark red, from only what you could assume could be the cold. He gave you a strained smile, “Yeah, of course, he would; you’re such a kind person, and I hear him talking about you all time!”

“Oh. Yeah, maybe I will ask Bert. Thanks, Reiner.” You hoped that any sign of dejection wouldn’t be evident to the man next to you. Sure, you thought Bertholdt was a nice guy, but it wasn’t him that you longed for; it was Reiner. Moments like these made you doubt the little hope you had that maybe, just maybe, he reciprocated those feelings.

“What play is it anyway?” You asked him, noticing that his shoulders had tensed after you accepted his suggestion.

Reiner realized that he was still holding on to the tickets that he had picked up earlier; he brought them up, reading the fine print, “it’s Much Ado About Nothing, hey, at least it’s not Macbeth.” He whispers at the end, handing you the tickets. You blinked at him before bursting out in laughter.

“You can say that outside of the theatre, you know, you don’t have to whisper it.” Grabbing the tickets from him, you watch as his mouth falls open before he turns his face away from you to mumble curses under his breath.

His face was flushed; it was odd seeing such a burly man get embarrassed at the slightest of things. For you, however, this was commonplace; Reiner was gentle and kind. He never overstepped your boundaries and treated you with compassion. While others would look in fear to him, scared to ever cross paths with him in the dead of night, his presence brought you immense comfort. It wasn’t surprising how quickly you fell for him; you thought he might feel the same, but it was clear that he saw you just as a friend.

“Okay, okay, I’m the idiot ha-ha, sorry for not knowing how theatre works.” He rubbed the back of his head as he smiled at you.

The both of you had gotten carried away in conversation, not realizing that you had already approached your apartment.

“I guess we’re here.” Reiner stopped in front of the pathway leading to the main entrance.

“Yeah, I suppose so. Um, Thank you for walking me back and helping me out back there. You’re a wonderful friend to have, Reiner.” You spun around, already wincing at your word usage.

“You are too. Remember not to put too much pressure on your wrists, okay? I'll see you soon" He waved at you before walking off, mind already replaying the way 'friend' rolled off your tongue so casually.

Reiner felt a sense of ache as he walked away from your apartment. Outwardly he didn't seem like the insecure type, he was well-built, and while people revered him for his strength, most never saw past that.

He didn't mean to scare people off, but Reiner couldn't blame them; he wasn't exactly the most inviting person to be around. He kept a small circle of friends, never venturing outside of his comfort zone unless forced. Practically a walking ‘Danger: Do Not Approach, unless you want to get hurt’ sign.

Then there was you.

For a long time, Reiner didn’t understand why you were so kind to him, never once in fear that he could ever hurt you; not that Reiner ever would, you were precious to him. He wanted to tell you how he felt, that he liked you more than a friend, but Reiner realized early on that it would never work out. While you were seemingly unaware of looks the both of you got in public, Reiner wasn’t. The lingering glances told him everything he needed to know. You deserved better; it would be selfish of him to confess and ruin your friendship just because of a silly crush. Which is why he shouldn’t have felt his heart sink when you mentioned Bertholdt.

You shut the door to your apartment before slipping off your coat and shoes. You were exhausted mentally and physically. Walking over to your kitchen, you poured yourself a cup of water and checked your phone. You were debating as to whether you should text Reiner or not.

Deciding against it, you made your way to your bedroom and began changing your clothes into something more comfortable. While you had calmed down significantly from the earlier events, your heart felt uneasy.

Did Reiner think you liked Bertholdt? You thought you made your attraction to the blond obvious, the soft touches, laughing at his jokes, stolen glances, maybe you were just bad at flirting, or perhaps he honestly didn’t reciprocate the feelings.

It couldn’t hurt to try one more time, right? Gather the courage to confess your feelings, and if it doesn’t work out, then so be it.

You chewed your lip before picking up your phone that you had thrown on your bed while changing, shooting him a text.

Hey! I’m going to be meeting with Bert again at the library tomorrow, do you want to join us, maybe?

You drummed your fingers anxiously against the back of your phone, waiting for his reply.

Sure :) What time?

You let out a sigh you didn’t realize you were holding in. This was it. Tomorrow you would tell Reiner how you felt.

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“Reiner told me that you wanted to go to the play? Well, he didn’t say that he, uh, said you wanted to go with me?” You sat in front of Bertholdt, who paused his typing once he heard what you said.

He lowered his laptop screen to look at you more clearly, “Me? Why would Reiner say-” You watched as the Brunet groaned and his head fell into his hands. “That idiot, I swear to God, he’s so fucking oblivious.”

It was your turn to be confused, but before you could question the man sitting in front of you, Reiner cleared his throat from behind you.

You whipped around and saw him smiling gently down at you; his hands were tucked into his jean pockets, “Hey, can I sit here?” You nodded quickly, pulling out the chair next to you, watching as he promptly slid in.

You passed over your laptop to Reiner, showing him the assignment details, pointing out the parts where you were confused. He nodded at everything you said, mind occupied with the feeling of having you near him. Reiner looked up and caught Bertholdt’s eye, who raised his eyebrows at him.

Bertholdt mouthed a ‘what the fuck’ to Reiner, who furrowed his brows in confusion.

He realized that maybe his friend was jealous that you were giving him your attention and not Bertholdt. He cleared his throat, “Thanks, I got it.”

You smiled at Reiner, pulling your laptop back to where you sat. He looked at you before looking at Bertholdt, “So, did you end up asking Bert?” Reiner smiled back at you, watching as your head tilted in confusion.

Bertholdt spoke before you did, “You know what, guys, I have to get this call; I’ll be right back.” He shot Reiner a look before standing up and exiting the library.

“Um, I did, but uh, Reiner? He was confused why you told me to ask him; I thought you meant he liked me or something?” You turned to face the blond who was writing his notes for you.

He placed his pen down, and you noticed that the tips of his ears were red, “You like him though, right?” His voice came out as a whisper.

You blinked at him, eyes going wide. Had he thought that you liked Bertholdt and not him?

“Wait, what? I don’t like Bertholdt, I mean, I do, he’s a nice guy, but he’s not my type.” You watched as Reiner shifted his body to look at you; he was barely able to keep eye contact.

“Oh. So what is your type then?” His gaze finally met yours, and he watched as the corners of your mouth turned up, forming a smile.

You figured that it was now or never, “If I were to generalize, then I would say, six feet tall, Blond, some facial hair, looks really serious all the time but has the kindest hazel eyes, and the name Reiner.” You saw as the gears finally clicked into place for the man in front of you.

He let out a small chuckle, “You like me? Not Bertholdt? Why?”

“Why not? Reiner, you are the sweetest guy I know; when I’m around you, I feel safe, my heart is on cloud nine, I never have to pretend around you; you’re so genuine and caring. Sure, Bertholdt is a nice guy, but it’s you I like Reiner, always has been”

If Reiner was blushing before, his face had gone completely red now, “How could I have been so dumb. I like you too.” You giggled at his bashfulness; tiny moments like this reminded you that he wasn’t as scary as people described him to be; to you, he was just Reiner, perfectly so.

Bertholdt walked back in, catching the two of you in the middle of your moment, “So I take it that you sorted out whatever was going on?”

You nodded quickly, grinning at Reiner. The Blond turned to face his friend, “I’m guessing you aren’t going to the play with them, are you, Bert?”

Bertholdt gave the Blond a dead-panned look, “No, you idiot, I think it’s pretty clear who they wanna go with,” he tilted his chin in your direction.

You were fiddling your fingers, the sound of your heartbeat loud and clear in your head.

“Would you like to go with me, Reiner?”

For the first time, Reiner felt okay with being a little selfish.

“Yes, I would.”

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this !! I had a lot of fun writing it, though i understand it was sort of dark in the beginning. this was my first time writing for reiner, so any feedback is encouraged !!

taglist: @c0urtn3y, @depressedbisexual, @dai-tsukki-desu

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As always, please leave a like/reblog if you enjoyed this, I appreciate lots <33

[arabnico]

You’re one of my favourite pjo blogs out there! I was wondering if you had any Nico and Hazel sibling headcanons?

thank you so much 🥺💕 and of course!!!

- they are both trans and gay thank you <3

- they are very short because they’re underworld kids and also nico with malnutrition and disordered eating. i also think they’re both chubby <3 gaining weight as a sign of healing my beloved

- hazel is the first person nico willingly comes out to and nico is a little nervous despite everything and it goes like “i used to have a crush on percy” and she’s like “oh haha that’s cool i used to have a crush on reyna funny heh XD” and nico is like ???????? system shut down

- nico is super curious by nature and hazel is an average having fun enjoyer so on their mission to discover all things modern they decide they want to microwave everything they can get their hands on and see what happens. most of the list constitutes of “it explodes!!”s but they keep trying because you never know <3

- hazel is kinda really into astrology (rachel is a bad influence) and nico has no clue about any of it so it’s just like “you are so hopelessly dreamy i know you’re a libra moon and a pisces venus but this is pushing it nico” / “you feel like criticism is a direct insult because chiron’s in your sixth house” “uh i don’t really know about that haze i’m pretty sure he’s in archery practice right now ://”

- they both have rheumatoid arthritis

- hazel studies animal science with an equine science minor to become a vet or something #lesbiansinstem and nico is obviously very supportive but you know <3 from a distance <3 because him and most animals do Not get along

- like the only animals who don’t act weird around nico are cats and turtles you know they don’t fear death. they both have cats and nico has a tortoise too 🥰

- they make “back in my day” jokes too much and no one finds them funny except each other they think they are hilarious they don’t care about everyone else like your memes are incomprehensible and you think you can dictate humor??

- every time they see each other no matter how long or little it’s been they literally Bury themselves in a hug like they will just linger in that embrace like that smiling really big they miss each other a lot ok!!!

- they both love art and use it as a form of self expression hazel likes painting and drawing and she gets nico on it too (he likes using pastels especially) but what he enjoys more is photography partly because he always distrusts his memory and is scared of forgetting so just capturing the moment in any way is important to him

- also what i’m sayings is there are a lot of developed film photos of hazel and him hung in their cabin at chb

- they like doing each others’ hair like an excuse to spend time with each other also there’s this soft intimacy in that that just kills me

- also in arabic there’s this chant that originates from مصلاوية (north mesopotamian arabic) and it’s a song you sing while you’re doing someone else’s hair (يا ماشطة مشطيها, meaning “oh you who combs, comb her”) and nico hums it every time <3

- both of them has rocky relationships with their pasts so like when hazel goes to new orleans again for the first time after everything nico goes with her just as a support and same thing with nico when he goes back to venice and the sham. they hang out sometimes together there randomly too after it becomes easier <3

- they can like. Get each other immediately. i’m talking telepathic communication like they glance at each other one second and it’s like *brain connection meme*

- co-presidents of the “fuck hades” club they absolutely despise him and they don’t see any use in hiding it <3 i think nico was struggling with feeling like he was obligated to forgive him for everything he’s done but like realizing how terribly he treated hazel he’s like you know what. screw that actually. worst being on the planet

i could go on forever about them but <333

[justonemorechapternicercy]

Hello, Gen! ^-^ Random, but - High Warlock!Nico/Shadowhunter!Percy headcanons??? (the thought process behind that was that I've been thinking about a Teen Wolf/Shadowhunter crossover these days, which brought me to your Teen Wolf/Percy Jackson crossover and thus, to close the circle, I came back to an old fave and got curious! :D)

Okay, okay, okay.

So-

- Hades is the demon parent - obviously. Nico grew up in the Republic of Venice (La Serenissima), with his sister around the 15th century (just because Renaissance 😍). Maria was the daughter of the current Doge that time, but they tended to die suddenly. How tragic.

- But it was really tragic, because Maria was also murdered when he was, leaving Bianca and Nico orphans, in need to flee from Venice. Rome, here they come!

- Unfortunately, it wasn't the best choice, because after awhile, Bianca caught the attention of Cesare Borgia, and she, too, was killed. After that, Nico spent some years in a rage, letting his demonic side out.

- It was not a nice decade. Century? A few centuries at the most.

- After that, he traveled around the world, afloat, trying to find some reason for his existence.

- He found one: his half-sister from his father's side, Hazel, and her lovers, Frank (vampire) and Leo (warlock).

- Right. I forgot to mention his demon mark is his completely black eyes, silver claws and bat wings. (Hazel's is her golden, cat-like eyes and her ridiculously fluffy cat ears.)

- Nico never stepped a foot into Venice over the centuries (not until his honeymoon with his husband leads to there, wanting to introduce him to his family).

- He didn't really want to become a High Warlock, especially not of San Francisco, because that city was too dark, had too many criminals (both mundane and downworlder) and the Shadowhunters were too racists, but. Hazel and her husbands found home there, so what could he do? Leave them alone to fend for themselves? Obviously not.

- So, he started cleaning up a bit around his home, starting with the current High Warlock, and the other underworld leaders who tried to manipulate, hurt, and/or kill his family members.

Hmmm...

- Percy Jackson's father was a Circle member, so he is not in his life, but because his mother is a good little Shadowhunter, they are just under mild suspicion.

- His parabatai is Grover. (You can't convince me otherwise u.u)

- His mother, seeing the Lightwoods not really wanting another kid, adopted Jace. Because I want Jace and Percy to be brothers, dammit!

- They grew up with the Lightwoods, the Chases (as in Annabeth, Grover, and Luke Case) and the Graces, so the New York Institute, despite of the adults' effort to make it unpleasant, was always full of life. Sure, they learned everything, and when they needed to be, they were serious, but- Honestly. Nine kids growing up together? Sounds chaotic ngl.

- Mostly everything happened as in the show with Clary, so hello, eleven teenagers, a child and two immortals (Sounds exhausting...)!

- Okay, so. Because they have more people, more trusted friends, some things happens differently. Especially that they don't let the Clave take over the Institute. (Honestly, Annabeth and Izzy, then Clary and Lydia working together? They could take over the whole world.)

- Jace and Percy are proud pansexuals. (Sally would never allow them to be ashamed for their sexuality u.u) Because of this, it is Jace, who realizes his crush on Alec, and asks him on a date, regardless of them being parabatai. So, a fairly confident pair meet with Magnus, who immediately notices them. I mean, how could he not?!

- As they need all help they could get, Magnus calls for his old friend, Nico, who, redundantly, but decides to help them out. And when he steps out of his portal, how glad he is for his decision! That pretty, green-eyed Shadowhunter is really, really, really yummy looking.

- But there is no time for romance, no matter what the happy threesome... Raphael and Simon... Izzy and Lydia... Annabeth and Clary (or is it Izzy and Clary, Lydia and Annabeth? 🤔 Percy doesn't know. The answer is: it's all the four together) and all of their happiness seems to suggest.

- So, they wait. And flirt with each other. And irritate the others with their UST.

- But then finally, the war ends, everything is peaceful and the future is full of hope, so of course it is time for their first date!

- It goes horribly wrong. Percy is late because he had a Downworlder problem; the restaurant Nico choose has to be evacuated because of faulty pipes; the hamburger place throws them out for being gay; and when they finally find a nice pizzeria that is up to Nico's standards, he is called away for an emergency.

- It is a complete disaster. They are conflicted, think that it was a sign that it is just not meant to be, but Jace, Grover and Annabeth throw him through Magnus' portal before he could completely close himself off of having a warlock boyfriend.

- He lands in Nico's lap.

- They end up married. Well. Not that day.

- That day they decide that who cares about "real" dates, if they could hug, and talk, and spend time together without even going out? They know each other, they obviously like each other, it's not like they need that awkward stage in their relationship where they don't know anything about the other and their expectations.

- But they do end up getting married. And have a ceremony where they connect their lives together literally, so that they would live until the other lives.

- While Percy moves to San Francisco, there's a constant portal between Nico's and Magnus' place, so basically the friend group spend just as much time together as they did before, just now they have Nico, Hazel, Frank and Leo as well.

- Izzy is their surrogate, because she looks the closest to Nico, so when their little daughter is born with Percy's fluffy hair, and dark brown eyes, similar to Nico's, she looks as the perfect combination of the two of them. Their second child is an abandoned Downworlder with fluffy, blue, feather-y hair and curious, yellow eyes.

- They have two dogs and a cat. Obviously. u.u

I... I think that's all for today, but it's more than I thought I would have for you when I started to write the answer 😅 I hope you like it 😅😚 even if it is not exactly what you asked for 💀

[onlyfreds]

Rumors | Fred Weasley

Title: Rumors

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: After Fred kisses his best friend, Y/N L/N, under the mistletoe, dating rumors start to spread. Will it break their friendship or will make way for something more?

“How’s my favorite girl?” A familiar voice asked as I caught a whiff of cinnamon, firework powder, and chocolate chip cookies.

“What do you want?” I asked, turning towards the redhead behind me.

Fred gave me a look, “I don’t want anything. Can’t I ask how my dear best friend, Y/N L/N, is doing.”

I rolled my eyes, “Well, that usually means that you want something.”

He shrugged, “Maybe I do.”

“And may I ask, what is it that you want?” He gave me a sweet smile that caused the butterflies to erupt in my stomach, “Look up.”

I looked up, seeing mistletoe hanging where we were standing. I felt a blush rise up to my cheeks. “What if I said that I wanted a kiss?” He asked.

I turned my gaze back to him, meeting his hazel brown eyes. “Besides,” he added, “I heard that it would be bad luck if two people didn’t kiss when caught under a mistletoe.”

I giggled, “Wouldn’t want to risk that now do we?” I said as I leaned forward and kissed him.

He pulled me closer to him, our lips moving in sync. It was as if fireworks had started to erupt around me. This was easily the happiest moment of my life, kissing my best friend whom I have a crush on for the last four years. We pulled away, lungs demanding oxygen. “So,” Fred said, “let’s head to dinner?”

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It had been a week since the kiss. I walked into the Gryffindor common room to find Hermione and Ginny excitedly whispering among themselves. When they saw me, they immediately ran up to me and dragged me to the couch.

“Why didn’t you tell us Y/N?” Hermione asked, practically bouncing off the walls.

I looked at them, confused, “Tell you what?”

Ginny playfully rolled her eyes, “Come on Y/N! We already know so just say it.”

“Guys, if this is about the kiss, it was because we were under the mistletoe.”

It was Hermione and Ginny’s turn to exchange a confused look, “Aren’t you and Fred dating?” Hermione asked.

“What?! No.”

The two exchanged another look, this time of disbelief.

“But rumors are spreading that you’re dating Fred.” The youngest Weasley said.

I gave them a small smile, “As I much as I want that to be true. But it isn’t, it’s just a rumor.”

“Okay.” Hermione said as she and Ginny plopped down beside me, “But you have to tell us about the kiss.” Ginny said with a small smile.

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Fred’s POV

Lee, George and I has just finished setting up our prank for Filch.

“So, aren’t you going to share some good news?” George asked.

I gave them a confused look, “What good news?”

Lee patted my back, “Seriously mate, stop pretending that you don’t know what we’re talking about.”

George smirked, “Yeah, and knowing you Freddie, you would’ve told Lee and I the second it happened.”

“Oh,” I said, “It’s about kissing Y/N under the mistletoe, right?”

George and Lee started laughing, “Good one Freddie! But that’s not what we’re talking about.”

“Then what?”

“Aren’t you already dating our best friend and the love of your life, Y/N L/N?” Lee asked with a smug smile.

“We’re not dating.” I said.

George and Lee shared a look, “You’re joking, right?” My twin asked.

I shook my head, “Completely serious.”

“But there are rumors circulating that you and Y/N are dating?” Lee said.

I looked at them in disbelief, “Tell me you two are joking.” I said, looking for any signs in their faces that it was a joke.

I groaned when I realized that they were serious.

“Now Y/N will think that I’ve been the one spreading those rumors just because we kissed.” I said, burying my face in my hands.

“Don’t worry Fred.” George said, patted me comfortingly on the back, “I’m sure she’ll understand that it’s not you who started those rumors.”

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(Author’s POV)

Later that day, a party was thrown in the Gryffindor common room for Lee’s birthday. The couple could be seen glancing at one another, both scared to make the first move. They both wished that the rumors are true. They both had been harboring feelings ever since they’ve met. They both want each other, but they are also both scared of rejection and destroying their friendship.

Fred took a sip of his drink, gathering up the courage to approach his best friend, the girl he loved. He walked towards Y/N, “Hey!” He said, as the girl turned to him with a smile, “Can we talk?” He asked.

Y/N nodded, heart racing as she followed Fred out of the common and up to the Astronomy Tower.

Along the way, the couple kept on exchanging longing glances at one another.

(Reader’s POV)

My heart raced against my chest, trying to anticipate what is to come. From the best-case scenario to the worst-case scenarios.

When we arrived at the tower, I saw a small picnic blanket, Fred beckoning me towards him as he sat down.

I sat down beside him, looking up at the stars. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

“Nah, I’ve seen something, or rather, someone more beautiful.” He said.

“And who is that someone?” I asked.

“I’m actually staring at her right now.” He said, the smile evident in his voice.

I looked over at him, blushing when I realized he was looking at me.

I stared into his eyes, his eyes that shined brighter than any star in the night sky. His eyes are the only ones I can stare into for the rest of my life.

“You can’t be serious.” I said, looking away before he could notice that I was staring.

“Does it look like I’m joking?” He asked.

I looked at him again, seeing the same sparkle in his eye. But I couldn’t see any sign that he was joking, he was completely serious.

“You’re only saying that because of the rumor.” I decided.

His gaze softened, “I’m not. I really love you Y/N, not just as my best friend but as something more.”

Silence lingered between us for a moment while I absorbed what he just said.

“You don’t believe me, don’t you?” He asked.

I turned to face him with a small smile, “I never said anything about that.”

He smiled, “So, do you feel the same?”

I leaned forward and kissed him as he pulled me closer, having me straddle his lap.

We pulled away minutes later, both blushing like mad and foreheads pressed together.

“How’s that for an answer?” I asked.

He kissed me again, “Absolutely perfect.”

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Bonus:

We headed back to the common room an hour later, sure enough the party was still in full swing.

We found our way to where George, Lee, Hermione and Ginny were standing, our hands intertwined.

“Where have the two of you been?” Hermione asked as the group’s attention went to our intertwined hands.

“Guys,” Fred said, putting his arm around my waist as he placed a kiss on my temple, “I would like you to meet my girlfriend, Y/N L/N”

They cheered at the news.

“I knew that the rumors were true.” George said as Ginny and Lee exchanged a few sickles.

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hii! can i get a kuroo or akaashi (up to you hehe) scenario where they got a new manager girl and he is intimidated by her sharp features but then he saw the way she smiles at the other members and he just fell in love with her(灬º‿º灬)♡ thank you in advance! have a nice day and saty safe!(ʃƪ＾3＾）

Due to the use of cute emojis, I will be writing this request with utmost haste.

Enjoy!!

Intimidate. (Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader)

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“...so what do you think of our new manager?” 

“Lev, you��re absolutely terrible at whispering. Shut up.” 

“Kenma! She might hear you!” 

“I- you know what, I’m leaving. I hope you’re never able to properly receive.” 

Kuroo Tetsurou was not the kind of guy who was easily intimidated by anything. In fact, he was the kind of guy who dragged his friends into scary movies and haunted houses, willing to step up to the challenge. 

So just what was this?

When Coach Nekomata had waved you inside the gym, you had a solemn expression on your face, your blank gaze reading business. Your features were pretty, no doubt about that, but the way your face seemed to be stiffened into one that screamed of being inconvenienced was enough for Lev to audibly gulp from next to Kenma. But Kuroo being Kuroo first viewed you as he viewed most things: 

a challenge. 

Sidling up to you, Kuroo took the spot next to you on the bleachers smoothly, introducing himself as the captain (to which you briskly nodded in response) and rested his chin on his palm, feral eyes sparkling with interest. 

“So just what in your life was so uninteresting that you needed to come manage this lot of idiots?” 

“...I needed a club activity. It isn’t very nice to call your team idiots, by the way.” 

Your stern tone made Kuroo feel like he was being scolded, and he laughed out loud before noticing you were just simply staring at your clipboard, eyes scanning the plays wordlessly as your face betrayed no emotion. 

“...Right.” Kuroo nods, standing up quickly to walk away from you. “Well, it was nice meeting you...Y/N?” 

“Likewise.” 

And business-like you were. 

Kuroo releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he jogged back to a snickering Yaku, a hand running through his messy raven hair as he glanced back at you. 

A little no fun, aren’t you? 

What these boys didn’t realize it was simply because you were just as nervous as they were, and you didn’t know how to act towards a bunch of boys known for their rowdiness. 

For the first few weeks, you proved to be a pretty efficient manager, some of the boys on your team becoming used to your stiff nature and simply acting friendly towards you regardless. 

“Y/N! Do you need help with the towels?” 

“Morisuke, it’s alright-” 

You were on a first name basis with Yaku?

Kuroo quirked an eyebrow as his friend jogged to meet you before you ducked out into the store room, wondering how Yaku got on your good side while he hadn’t even been able to hold a steady conversation with you after you scolded him. 

Maybe you were finally warming up to the team?

Kuroo continues to watch you come out with a chuckling Yaku, your eyes meeting his quickly before you arch a fine brow in his direction. 

The captain looks away, feeling nervousness rise in his chest.

Scratch that. 

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“SHIT, Lev! Are you okay?!”  

It had been a brutal match, one that led to the usual fast boy’s face getting pummeled with a ball head on in the middle of the second set. His fast reflexes were no match to the speed of the spiker on the other team, who looked a little too proud of himself for knocking the first year off the court. 

Kuroo grits his teeth as Lev struggles to stand. He couldn’t say anything. Foul words would lead to- 

“Are you fucking with me right now?!” 

Hazel eyes blinked, and you were kneeling by Lev’s side with your infamous pointed glare (you had used it on Kenma to get into practice) directed towards the spiker, who deadass gulped in fear of the pointedness of your angered stare. 

Right. You were the manager. What could the ref do to you? Nothing. 

“You better pray that was an accident, number 6! If it wasn’t, what happens to you later- I swear to God- won’t be!” 

“I-It was an accident!” The brunette boy stutters, seeming to curse himself for stuttering. “I-” 

“Not another word.” You hiss, and Nekoma all exchange surprised glances with one another as you used a towel to gently dab at Lev’s nose before pulling him to his feet with a strength no one knew you had. Lev blushes as you wrap an arm around his waist to support him. 

“(Y/N), I still need to-!” 

“Hey.” Your tone was gentle, and your eyes were softer, causing the captain’s jaw to slack slightly as your lips stretched out into something none of them had witnessed before. Ever. 

A smile. 

Lev shuts his mouth, cheeks blooming roses as you offer him your words of comfort. 

“The faster I make sure you’re okay, the faster you’ll be able to come back. I’d rather you leave now with the chance of coming back healed, then stay in and injure yourself more.” 

Lev started to tear up. From frustration or his now-growing crush on you, he couldn’t tell. 

Kuroo smirked a little as you passed by, flashing him a look that said, You better win this, Tetsurou. 

Strangely, the captain was even more energized when he slammed down his spikes, feeling like if he won, maybe he’d get to see it too. And maybe, just maybe.

It would be directed towards him. 

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“Y/N!” 

“Lev, how’s your nose?” 

The game had ended victoriously, and the tall russian boy had come bounding up to you after the bus ride home, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he allowed you to assess the bandaging. 

“Go home and sleep. I mean it.” You say, and Lev nods like a little puppy before walking off with a laughing Inuoka.

“That was pretty cool of you, Y/N.” Yaku flashes a thumbs up your way alongside an agreeing Kai, grins on both their faces as you can’t help but managea little one back, causing both boys to drop their grins immediately. 

“W-What?” 

“Nothing! I uh, get home safe, Y/N!” Yaku stammers out, dragging a confused Kai with him as he bolts off in the direction of his home, leaving you to notice Yamamoto stammering to himself, a blush on his cheeks as he did so.

“Yamamoto-Kun?” 

“I...I’m really glad you’re our manager!” 

It was your turn to blush as the captain smirks from the side of you, and Kuroo has to swallow thickly when you smile your prettiest smile of the night in all of their direction. 

“I’m glad I am too.” 

Kenma glances at his gaping childhood friend, releasing a little sigh before turning to you. “Y/N-san, could you make sure the gym lights are turned off before you head home?” 

You nod quickly, turning on your heel to break into a steady jog in the gym’s direction as Kenma shoves Kuroo, who was staring at your retreating figure with pink dusted on his cheeks. 

“What are you doing? You look like a creep. Go talk to her.” 

“W-What? Huh? She’s scary, Kenma. Say it with me, scaaaary-” 

“I think it’s more scary that you don’t know what kind of faces you make when you look at her. Now go, I made this opportunity. Don’t be dumb.” 

“...Kenma, that’s like the most you’ve said to me in a week. Are you being a supportive friend right-?” 

“Kuroo, I will not hesitate to call her back this moment-” 

“Right! I forgot something in the gym, you lot head ahead without me!” 

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“Toss me my pads, will you?” 

You jump at the sound of the voice, relaxing slightly when you see that familar head of raven hair. Kuroo smirks, uncrossing his arms as he pushes off his leaning posture on the doorway as you bend and grab his knee pads. 

“...I saw the end of the set when I came back with Lev.” You mumble, looking down at your feet as you hand him his pads. “You were really cool. Lev was shouting like a madman, but I don’t blame him.” 

Kuroo’s breath hitches when you lift your face. The once stiff features were completely relaxed, giving way for your prettiness to shine through even more. 

“I’m really, really happy I’m managing this talented team.” 

The captain struggles to find the right words. The thing he said earlier? About the smile before being the prettiest of the night?

He was wrong. 

Your eyes were slightly crinkled, and your lips stretched prettily. For him. Kuroo suddenly sighs, feeling something bouncing around his chest fiercely as he palms his face, covering his eyes.

“K-Kuroo-senpai-?” 

“Kuroo.” The captain says, looking away off to the side with red on his cheeks. “Just call me Kuroo.” 

“Alright Kuroo, can I say something?”

No, you might kill me. 

“Go for it.”

“You lead this team well. I can tell they all look up to you...it makes me feel like I can too. You know? Be apart of something like this?” 

Yeah. You killed him.

“A-Alright, can I say something now?” Kuroo takes a careful step towards you, heart pounding in his chest as you blink at the proximity between the two of you.

“Uh, go for it?” 

“You’re pretty when you smile.” 

Kuroo didn’t know what he was expecting. But it wasn’t for you to smile even wider, a bashful blush on your cheeks as it was your turn to look off to the side. The captain feels it all at once. Realization. 

Shit. 

“You think?” 

Shit. Shit.

“Y-yeah.” 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

“I’ll keep that in mind...Kuroo.” Your eyes close when you smile this time, and you make your way around him and out the door, leaving Kuroo to stare at the now empty space before him as he lifts a hand to clench at the clothed part of his chest that covered his now pounding heart. 

He sighs, turning to bolt in your direction. 

“What-?”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you walk home alone, little lady.” 

Yeah. You weren’t a challenge. 

You were something he wanted to pursue. 

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Talk Numbers To Me

Rating: G

Word Count: 3,326

Pairing: Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell

Summary: In which Chloe gets help from her mathematical genius.

End B/C. One-Shot. Fluff. Tumblr prompt.

Read on ao3 or ff.net or below.

Prompt from anon; hope you all like.

Chloe shuffles her papers, kicking her feet in frustration at the numbers swirling in her head. Her hand flies to her hair, the pencil tangling in its strands.

“You okay there, Chloe?”

She looks up, sees Stacie blink questioningly at her from the microwave, and gives a tentative smile. “Yeah, just...” she sighs. “Homework.”

Stacie nods, retrieving her dinner burritos and closing the microwave door. “Do you need help?”

Chloe bites her lip and looks back down at the sheets of homework staring back at her from the kitchen table, its once clean blank lines now covered in blurry grey smudges. She doesn’t want to be of any inconvenience. “Nah, I’ll be okay. Thank you though, Stacie.”

“Are you sure?” Stacie grabs for a napkin before making her way over, “Because if it’s science, I can definitely help you out.”

Chloe carefully detangles her pencil from her pounding head, laying it back down onto the wooden surface. It’s not science, but something in Stacie’s tone of voice has her intrigued. “Oh?”

Stacie pulls out a chair, sits. She sets her styrofoam plate down onto an area not littered by mountains of paperwork and reaches for the one directly in front of Chloe. “Yup. I double major in Chemistry and Biomedical engineering. Which pretty much covers all the sciences that you could possibly take in your second senior year.”

Chloe raises her eyebrows, impressed. “Wow. I didn’t know that you double major, Stace. That’s amazing.”

Her fellow Bella just shrugs, eyes quickly scanning the page. “Eh, it’s alright. I love science anyways so it’s no big deal.” She then pauses, presumably figuring out that the subject of Chloe’s dilemma is most definitely not the one of which she is an expert in. “Oh, this is math.”

Chloe groans just at the mention of the word, tilting her head back to the fluorescent light of the kitchen ceiling. “Yeah, math. The worst form of torture in the entire world.”

Stacie just chuckles, shaking her head, “Only to people who don’t understand it.” She then stands, clutching Chloe’s topic of frustration between a thumb and forefinger. “I would love to help you out, Chloe, but I think someone else may be better at explaining this for you. She is a math genius after all.”

Chloe gets out of her chair as well, brows furrowing curiously as she trails behind the tall brunette, only then realizing that they are making their way to the living room, where the sounds of the tv can be heard, signalling the presence of the rest of the Bellas. “Someone else? Who else could be better at math than a Biomedical engineer?”

“Someone who actually studies it.”

And before Chloe could even ponder over which Bella would possibly want to subject themselves to the torture that is freaking mathematics, they have reached the entrance of the living room, and Stacie has called out the answer.

“Hey, Beca!”

What?

Chloe gapes, completely taken aback as she watches the unrequited love of her life look up from the screen of her phone at the mention of her name. “Yeah?”

Stacie waves the paper in her hand even as she continues to stalk forward. “Chloe needs your help with some math. I said that I would, but I just figured that a double math and physics major such as yourself would be a much better and viable option.”

Understandably, Chloe is not the only one in the room to have no previous knowledge of this news, or the only one to be completely shocked by it. Fat Amy turns away from the tv to quirk a disbelieving brow. “Double major? Shawshank? Math and Physics ?”

Chloe couldn’t help but agree. She knows that it’s wrong and impolite to underestimate a person’s abilities on what he or she could or not do, especially when said abilities are in academics—after all, they are all still in college—but Beca ? One of her best friends in the whole wide world, not to mention her secret crush/obsession/favorite person/love of her life and possibly all the lives she could possibly have hereafter—if she believes in that kind of stuff, which she kind of does, especially if it pertains to a possibility of her getting together with said love in one of those lives in the far future—with whom she had been pining for—especially at the times where it had been particularly difficult and tiresome—seemingly since the beginning of time? Beca, who would always tend to blow off school until the very last minute; Beca, who would rather spend time fiddling with her music in her room all by herself with just her and her headphones rather than indulge in books or people or anything not involving of her mixing board unless someone—usually Chloe—had to physically drag her away from the screen of her computer to go hang out? Beca?

Shouldn’t she have known everything there is to know about Beca in all these years—albeit technically that only includes two, but sometimes she really just feels like they have known each other since they were kids—that they’ve been friends? Teammates? Roommates? Family?

Beca rolls her eyes, stretching her arms in front of her chest to pull her body into a proper sitting position on the side of the couch. She locks and tosses aside her phone. “Yeah, I couldn’t decide which one to pick so I just decided to go for both. You guys didn’t know?”

Chloe finally finds it within herself to blurt out something that does not include her incredulity of the small brunette being capable of taking the most ruthless and tedious majors that there could possibly be in all the majors one could take at Barden University, “No, Beca, we didn’t.”

Jessica, Ashley, Flo, and Cynthia Rose collectively shake their heads in agreement.

Lilly just blinks, and Fat Amy’s lone brow stays exactly where it is.

Stacie snorts, Chloe’s paper dangling casually between two perfectly manicured nails against her side as she crosses her arms, shifting her weight onto one foot, “Figures. I suppose you all didn’t know that I am a double major too, did you?”

Six of the Bellas’ attention spotlight on the slightly indignant brunette, gasps and shouts of surprise and amazement instantly tossed into the air, Stacie’s explanation of the functionality of Biomedical Engineering immediately a follow up, but Chloe barely notices, because she is too busy having a silent exchange with her co-captain still situated on the couch.

She widens her eyes. Is this true? Are you being serious?

Beca nods, smirks. Hell yeah I am.

Chloe tilts her head, pouts. Why didn’t you tell me?

Beca shrugs. Didn’t find a reason to. She then rubs the back of her neck, looking suddenly sheepish and uncomfortable. And it’s not like it’s a big deal.

Chloe frowns, shakes her hands about. It is a big deal to me ! She then gestures between the pair of them. We’re friends, Becs, we are supposed to tell each other these kinds of things!

Beca tips her chin to the front of her chest, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and then peers at her shyly through her lashes. Sorry, Chlo.

Chloe’s heart melts, her feet immediately carrying her forward, and she lowers herself onto the couch cushions next to Beca, taking extensive care to not sit on her phone. She offers a soft and forgiving smile, before pulling her best friend swiftly into a hug. Don’t be sorry, Beca. She presses a kiss to her cheek. It’s okay.

Beca’s body relaxes, and somehow Chloe understands that the small brunette is relieved of the fact that Chloe is not mad or judgemental or flighty about how she is a double major in both math and physics. Chloe wonders if that is the reason why Beca hadn’t told her—that she had been afraid of her reaction—and if that is the reason why she had put on a brave face in front of the Bellas.

Beca always pretends like everything is fine and ineffective to her well being when she feels extremely self-conscious. She likes to put on a hard shell and proclaim the attitude of a “badass” to balm over her real emotions, to put on a show of I don’t care and whatever to mask over the I do care and I do feel.

Chloe gets the feeling that if it hadn’t been for Stacie—who’d most likely just stumbled across the discovery by accident—none of them would have known, until possibly graduation, when someone questioningly points out the lettering of her certificate, the duality of her degree.

Beca is bashful, self-conscious, secretive , of her abilities and status as a mathematical genius.

Chloe puts her lips to Beca’s ear. “Help me with my homework, please.”

She feels her best friend shiver, pull away, her beautiful stormy blues shy and reluctant as they flit across Chloe’s face, search between her eyes, and Chloe just sits and stays and waits until she says yes.

“Okay.”

Chloe beams, her arms unconsciously going around to surround Beca’s back for another embrace before she pulls away, and she stands up and makes her way over to Stacie, a bounce in her step as she taps the tall brunette—who’s now making fun of herself for being the “hot one” of the group—on the shoulder to get her attention, smiling gratefully when she turns and notices and hands her paper over.

“Thanks, Stace,” she says, winking to signal the double sentiment of her gratitude for both the help and the revelation of the information, grinning widely as Stacie comprehends and nods.

Hazel greens flash quickly and meaningfully to the slight brunette in the room, “Anytime.”

Chloe lets her return to her conversation with the rest of the Bellas, spinning around to purse her lips questioningly to ask Beca where it is that she wants to go.

My room.

Chloe leads the way, making a brisk detour to the kitchen to gather up her things, and she speeds up the stairs and skips down the hall, letting herself into the double bedded bedroom Beca currently shares with Amy.

“So why’d you choose math?” She decides between the bed and the desk chair, going for the bed.

Beca takes the chair. “I dunno,” she shrugs, “Just wanted to, I guess.”

Chloe sets the papers down onto the bedding, and makes herself comfortable. “You must really enjoy it for it to be a half of your double major, Becs.”

Beca gives a noncommittal hum, crossing her legs and wiping her hands onto the dark denim.

“And what about Physics? Any reason why you wanted to study that as well?”

“Oh,” Beca glances to her mixing board, “That’s just for sound engineering. It really makes it easier to find and test out the best places for a good mashup, and it’s really just useful for the recording and production of music.”

Chloe makes a small noise of understanding, following her line of sight briefly before going for the subject catalysing the shocking news of that evening. She picks up the first sheet of her homework, smoothing it out before offering it enthusiastically forwards, “So, math genius, you wanna let me know how it’s done?”

Beca grins, one hand caught between her thighs modestly as the other one reaches for the paper, “Sure, Beale. Good to know that you’re actually in need of my help for something.”

Chloe pushes back her hair, blinking at her in confusion, “What do you mean?”

Beca hides her face behind the frustrating sheet of paper, “Nothing. Just that you always seem to know exactly what you’re doing. Everybody always seems to go to you for help, never the other way around.”

Chloe’s heart flutters in her chest, and she has to push it down before it can go all swoony over the likely unintentional romantic admission. Later. “I don’t always seem to know exactly what I’m doing, Beca. I usually just wing it, and hope for the best.” At Beca’s disbelieving but playful scoff, she leans forward to bend over the top half of her paper, revealing Beca’s face, “And I’m here now, aren’t I? Math has always been a subject that I can absolutely not deal with.”

Beca rolls the tip of her tongue over the fronts of her teeth, “Only cuz nobody but nerds like me actually gets it. Still doesn’t establish the fact that you’re no less amazing and brilliant at everything else you do.”

If Beca had been Chloe’s girlfriend—if she had been dreaming that she is—Chloe would have lunged forward and kissed her senseless.

Settling for biting her lower lip anxiously to withhold the urge, Chloe gestures to the paper in her hands. “Well? Do you know how to do this?”

Beca looks like she’s just been snapped out of a daze. “Oh yeah, totally.” She spins around in her chair to reach for her bag, unzipping it and pulling out a tiny whiteboard from the utmost layer, as well as an Expo marker. “It’s kinda easy, actually. I can explain it.”

Chloe giggles at the materials in her hands as Beca turns back around. “Aw, that’s so cute!”

Beca glares, laying the whiteboard on one side of her lap and the paper in the other. “Shut up. It’s just convenient.”

Chloe mimes zipping and locking her lips and throwing away the key, but the smile on her face is irreplaceable.

Beca nudges open the cap of the Expo, letting it drop softly onto the floor at her feet as she rereads the question. “So, it says that this Marco dude needs to figure out where his stupid ball is gonna land if he throws it over the top of a building, so we have to make a graph.”

Chloe laughs, already comfortable with the familiar way Beca seems to make any situation less intimidating, “Do you talk to yourself like that when you do your own math?”

“Do you want my help or not?”

“Sorry, sorry,” Chloe lays a hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her amusement. “Carry on.”

Beca shakes her head, apparently having gotten very invested in her knowledge of math despite being self-conscious of it, “Jesus, Chlo. Anyways,” she brings the tip of the marker onto the whiteboard to draw two perpendicular lines, “Here’s the graph—” she draws a rectangle to represent the aforementioned building, along with a dot at the y-intercept, “—and here’s our dude.”

“Ooh, can we write down Marco,” Chloe interrupts, bouncing in her seat and pointing to the blank and boring dot.

Beca gives her a look, before sarcastically heeding her request. Five letters were squished against the side of the y-axis with an adorable arrow, “There. Happy?”

Chloe blows her a kiss, “Very.”

Beca sighs, dramatically, before continuing on, “So as I was saying, there’s Marco, and his ball is—” she scribbles down a number next to the side, “Thrown from this height, and we need to figure out—” she dashes a parabolic line towards the situational ground, “Where this —” she makes another dot, labelling it “splat”—much to Chloe’s delight— on the x-axis, “Is.”

Chloe nods vigorously, chin in her hands as she shifts closer to the edge of the bed, her butt just barely situated on the mattress now as she leans closer for a better look, “Yeah, totes.”

Beca doesn’t seem to notice her new proximity, on a roll now that she has gotten started, “And they have given you the formula so now, considering the fact that gravity is a thing and negative distances are not—” she copies down the formula and writes down what the variables represent for her right under, “You just have to plug all this shit in to get the answer.”

“Ohh,” Chloe says, getting it, but it falls on deaf ears as Beca seems to automatically plug in the figures for her, crossing out variables and scribbling down altercations as she goes along, and Chloe’s jaw drops, as seconds later, she has come to a conclusion.

Beca scribbles down “20 feet” and circles it victoriously, a small but satisfactory “Aha” escaping her lips as she holds the whiteboard up to the light. “There, I got it.”

A sudden wave of heat pools low in her belly, and Chloe gasps as she tries to make sense of the unexpected spike of arousal at the sight of the wide and unrestrained and confident grin painting across Beca’s lips, at the sight of the happiness and satisfaction sparkling within stormy blues, and at the sight of the pink and musically talented tongue clenched between Beca’s teeth, as if used as an anchor to her excitement of getting another math problem right.

Holy heck, Beca Mitchell is hot when she does math.

Chloe must have made a distracting sound, because Beca suddenly jolts, as if just then realizing that she is not alone, pink flushing into her cheeks as she lowers the whiteboard, her uncontainable grin fading into a sheepish smile, and she meekly hands the answer over.

“Sorry,” she says, fidgeting uncomfortably in her chair, eyes downcast to her feet as she watches them scuffle nervously against the floor, “I just got so excited. I don’t know what came over me, Chlo, I—” she visibly swallows, “I hadn’t meant to just finish your problem for you.”

Screw it. It doesn’t freaking matter that Beca is not her girlfriend.

Chloe pushes the whiteboard aside and grasps the arms of Beca’s chair, yanking it and the person in it towards her waiting mouth, and she kisses her best friend/secret crush/obsession/favorite person/love of her life/mathematical genius square on the lips with as much fervor—if not more—as the moment previous in which she had desired to dole out when Beca had inadvertently complimented her as an amazing and capable and kind individual in and of itself, and she groans, her feet spreading to accommodate the chair between her legs and her brain kicking into overdrive to accommodate the gasp fluttering into her mouth.

Beca freezes, her eyes still presumably wide open as Chloe nips against her lips, and Chloe is just about to pull away and chart the situation up to another uncontrollable heat of the moment when she feels the small brunette reciprocate, arms wrapping around her neck and lips pressing closer, and Chloe slides her hands down from the arms of the chair to tuck between the cushion of the seat and Beca’s thighs, lifting her up and into the air before prompting dumping her in her lap, and she giggles as Beca huffs at the ease of which she has completed the action.

“Show off,” Beca grumbles, her minty breath a mournful absence as she pulls her mouth away to kiss the angle of Chloe’s jaw, “This is exactly what I had meant.”

Chloe tilts her head to allow Beca more access, “Coming from the person who had just figured out the answer to my mathematical problem in just a number of seconds, I think you are being irrational, Beca.”

Beca laughs, her nose nuzzling into the side of her neck affectionately at the pun, and Chloe’s heart pounds, her fingers immediately going to scramble her papers off the bed and her body further onto it. “That literally calculates up to zero creativity, Chlo.”

“Whatever,” she says, adjusting herself amongst the blue sheets and rectangular pillows, “I’m not a mathematical nerd, unlike someone I know.”

“Mm,” Beca reconnects their lips, her fingers playing the ends of Chloe’s hair, “Speaking of, are we gonna finish your homework?”

“Later,” Chloe tugs at their clothes, her tongue darting out to trace the seam of Beca’s wide and unrestrained smile, “We can do it later. Right now I just want my hot and secretive mathematical genius to talk numbers to me.”

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I rushed through this in the span of four hours (not nearly long enough for me to make grammatical and detailing errors) so I hope you all enjoyed it despite my laziness :P

Also, if you’re the anon who gave me this prompt, I hope I did you justice, and that I hope you liked it despite any intentions that you had initially had at the suggestion of this prompt (I know I did, but oh well, what’s done is done, and I’m honestly just happy that I am finished lol).

Let me know what you all think! :))

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<Forget Me Not>

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➳ pairing: Lee Know x female reader ➳ genre: fluff, angst (if you squint real hard), husband!leeknow au, Slice of Life ➳ warnings: mentions of Alzheimer’s, miscarriage and trauma ➳ word count: 2.4K ➳ author’s note: This is the first fic I’ve written in almost 4 years and I’m rusty as hell I really hope you guys like it♡ฅ(=・ᆽ・ฅ=) (also please spare me if its bad, I tried hahaha)

I listened to my uwufeels.com spotify playlist while writing this! So check it out if you guys wanna! 

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You don't know how long it had been since this recurring dream started, where you find yourself sitting in a wheelchair in a quaint garden overlooking a small lake. You were confused, to say the least.

It felt like an out-of-body experience, yet everything felt so real.

Your eyes traveled down to your hands as you let out a sigh and cursed under your breath.“These hands look way too wrinkly for a 23-year-old! What kind of dream is this?” 

Looking around, you saw a few other people in the garden. Some of them in wheelchairs like yourself, and others on the benches under the cherry blossom trees, all wearing the same lilac striped gown. 

You quickly realized that this had to be a hospital of some sort. 

Why were you in a hospital, and why does this particular hospital always appear in all your dreams? Sometimes you would be 16, 23, or even 50 years old in your dreams, but you were always in the same hospital and the same lilac gown.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you sat there, lost in your thoughts, reveling in the warm spring air that smelt of petrichor. You hummed to the sound of the magpies chirping and watched as the cherry blossom petals danced in the breeze, a few of them landing in your hair.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands in your hair - presumably picking out the fallen petals. You spun around and peered over your shoulders and were shocked when you came face to face with a man in his 70s. He looked at you intently, with a small smile adorning his face. And if you looked closely, maybe you would have seen his eyes flash a tinge of melancholy.

The man immediately regained his composure. His eyes softened and resumed picking the petals out from your hair.

“Sorry if I startled you, my dear” The man let out an amused chuckle.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but there was a weird sense of familiarity with this man. 

Then it clicked. 

“Dad?” you gasped, and the elderly man burst out in a fit of laughter.

He then quickly shook his head while trying his best to calm down before putting his hand next to your ear, and whispered: "My name is Minho, and I think I may have a crush on you

Your eyes widened in shock and you moved away from the man.

You were certain that the man, Minho, was a delusional old man who enjoyed flirting with girls 50 years his junior. 

Before you could even retort, a nurse was walking towards you. “Mrs. Lee, it’s time for lunch!” The nurse called out as he smiled at you and Minho. 

You peeked at the nurse's name tag and tugged at his shirt while Minho wasn't looking. "Nurse Jisung, I think this man is crazy. He just told me that he has a crush on me! And I'm barely half his age!" 

Jisung held in his laughter but couldn't help let a chortle escape "Did he tell you that? Well, Mrs. Lee, you'd better make your move quickly! Mr. Lee's sure popular around here!" Your face contorted at Jisung's response.

Well, you guess Jisung wasn’t wrong after all. As you were being wheeled back into your ward, you noticed some ahjummas looking at you and Minho enviously.

Minho walked next to Jisung, asking the nurse about his wife, and you figured that Minho’s wife was probably also in this hospital.

Then, things got weird when Minho followed you into your private ward.

“Uh, excuse me 어르신…” (eoreushin: how people usually address an Elderly in Korean)

Minho looked up at you, hurt evident in his eyes, but you didn’t know why.

“Yes Y/N?” He plopped himself onto a plush chair next to your bed and held onto your hands.

You haven’t had the chance to look at Minho up close, but dang, you had to admit that he was handsome and charming even at this ripe old age.

You didn’t speak as you looked into his eyes.

These eyes. You were sure you’ve seen these eyes somewhere before.

You watched, as the golden specks in his hazel brown eyes sparkled under the ray of sunlight streaming in from the large french windows. You couldn’t explain why you were feeling the way you felt, god you really couldn’t. 

You held your gaze on him for what felt like an eternity. Everything about this peculiar old man felt so familiar, yet foreign at the same time. 

Think, Y/N. Think! Where have you seen this man before? Why can’t you remember?

Your hands flew to your head as you started panicking.

Why can't you remember? Who is this man? Why does he know my name?

Minho rushed to your side when he noticed you shaking and panicking. 

He pulled you into a hug and started stroking your hair.

“It’s ok Y/N ah, It’s ok. I’m here, don’t be scared.” 

Why was this scene so familiar?

- Fall of 2033 -

You sat on the examination bed, looking at the foliage outside, heart-thumping while holding onto Minho’s hand.

It was your first ultrasound after hitting your second trimester and both you and Minho were so excited to see how big your baby has gotten.

Your ob-gyn reclined the examination bed and began applying the ultrasound gel on your belly and Minho squeezed your hand, sending you a reassuring smile. 

This wasn’t your first ultrasound since you were pregnant, so you knew something was wrong when the ob-gyn spent almost an hour on your ultrasound. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t terrified, but you tried to calm yourself down.

Minho slung his arms around you and drew small circles on your shoulders. “I’m sure everything is going to be ok, Y/N ah. They probably just wanted a more detailed scan or something. Don’t worry too much baby, I’m here.” and he placed a small kiss on the back of your hand.

The ob-gyn sat you back down in her office and your worst fears were confirmed.

“I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Lee. We couldn’t detect your baby's heartbeat.”

Your world came to a standstill. It was like everything was moving in slow motion.

You haven’t fully processed your miscarriage until you were sat on a hospital bed, waiting for your abortion. You were shaking and sobbing violently in Minho’s arms.

“It’s ok Y/N ah, It’s ok. I’m here, don’t be scared. It’s ok, we can get through this together. 

I love you.” he kisses your forehead and rests his chin on your head, silently sobbing.

- End of flashback -

You sat there in Minho’s embrace, confused. 

That wasn’t my memory, was it?

“Minho?” you squeaked, voice small and hoarse.

“Yes, baby? Are you ok?” Minho bent down and looked into your eyes, searching for any signs of anxiety, and was relieved to see that you have calmed down a little.

“You’re my husband, Minho?” You finally saw Minho smile ear to ear for the first time that day.

“You remember! You remember me today!” He stood up, pulling you along with him, and twirled you around before giving you a soul-crushing hug.

Placing both his hands on your cheeks, he looked at you like you were the only person that mattered to him in this world. You noticed tears threatening to fall from his eyes and you pulled the sleeves of your cardigan over your knuckles and wiped them away.

Minho chuckled a little, before placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Y/N ah, look what I got you!”  Minho said excitedly as he pulled out a bouquet of little blue flowers from a paper bag.

“Forget-me-not,” both of you said at the same time.

You looked up at Minho and he looked so content, you couldn’t help but smile.

Maybe this wasn’t that bad of a dream, or so you thought.

It wasn’t until you went to sleep every day and you could not wake up from this dream, no matter how hard you tried. You woke up in the hospital every day and you didn’t know what to do. What if this was reality? You were scared and you just wanted to go home. 

You were visibly anxious and scared when the nurse, what was his name again? Right, Jisung. Jisung came to check up on you when he heard some commotion coming from your ward. 

When he walked in, he found you thrashing around, throwing all your belongings into a bag, and throwing cups and utensils onto the ground.

“Mrs. Lee! What’s wrong Mrs. Lee?”

Jisung tried to hold onto you but you were adamant about going home. 

You scanned the room to check if you missed anything. Then you looked down and opened the cabinet right next to your bed and were shocked at what you saw.

There were hundreds of post-it notes stuck all over the cabinet.

You stretched your hand out and picked out one post-it note.

“I Love You, Y/N ah. I will remember you even when the day comes when you don’t remember me. - Minho”

You picked out another note:

“Y/N ah, today was our 40th wedding anniversary. You didn’t seem to remember me today, but I will remind you every day for the rest of my life if I have to, about how much I love you. I love you, Mrs. Lee Y/N! - Minho”

“Y/N ah, it’s been 3 years since I’ve brought you a bouquet of forget-me-nots every day, in hope that you will never forget me. Is it working? I think it is! Sometimes you even call me yeobo like you used to! I love you so much Y/N - Minho”

“Y/N ah, it's been so long since I have been living without you and I miss you so much. But I’m content with being able to see you every single day here. Please don’t forget me, Y/N ah. I love you - Minho”

You slowly placed the post-it notes back into the cabinet and looked up at Jisung.

He could tell that you were a little confused, so he sat you down on your bed before beginning to explain.

“Mr. Lee has been writing and leaving a note for you every single day for the past 3 years.”

He said while picking up the things you thrashed onto the ground.

“He has been visiting you every single day, no matter rain or shine. And he always brought you a bouquet of forget-me-nots” Jisung looked at you with a small smile.

“But why do I not remember him?” You asked, throat dry and tears trickling down your face.

“Mrs. Lee, you have Alzheimer's disease. The doctor thinks that it was an early onset triggered by your trauma from your miscarriages.” Jisung explained calmly.

Everything made sense from then on. The recurring dreams and the odd flashbacks that didn’t seem to be my memories. The sense of familiarity that Minho radiated, all made sense.

- Spring of 2023 - 

You fluffed out your white dress and looked at yourself in the mirror before sitting down, letting out a nervous sigh.

"Y/N ah it's me, mom. Can I come in?"

"Yeah mom, come on in" You checked yourself for the last time before walking to the door.

"Oh my gosh, my beautiful baby! I can't believe you're already getting married!"

"Mom! Don't cry, you're making me cry!" you giggled while trying to hold in your tears.

Right then, the door opened and dad walked in and you caught the tears shining in his eyes.

"Oh god, not you too dad!"

When the time arrived for you to walk down the aisle, you nervously looked around for a mirror to check that everything was in place as you smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on your dress.

"Darling, relax," dad said while patting your shoulders. 

"You know I never really liked any of your exes-"

"Dad!" you giggled, not knowing where this conversation was going.

"But I knew he was the right one for you since the first day I met him. So don't be nervous. He really loves you, Y/N ah" 

Once the doors to the garden opened and you started walking down the aisle with your dad, you saw Minho in a clean black suit at the end of the aisle, and you started tearing up.

I love him so much, and I'm so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with him.

Minho saw you walk down the aisle and he covered his mouth with both his hands and started tearing up as soon as you did.

How did you two get so lucky to have found each other?

“I see these vows not as promises but as privileges: I get to laugh with you and cry with you; care for you and share with you. I get to run with you and walk with you; build with you and live with you.

I get to have you be the person I spend the rest of my life with. I get to be there for you and support you."

"In sickness and in health, till death do us part"

"I love you, Lee Y/N," Minho said, before placing the sweetest kiss on your lips.

- End of flashback -

There was a knock on the door before it slid open, and Minho stepped into the ward and greeted you.

"How's my Mrs. Lee doing today?" He smiled brightly before replacing the bouquet of forget-me-nots from yesterday with a fresh bouquet he brought.

You stood up and ran towards him, pulling him into a hug.

"Minho, I remember you. You're Minho, my husband Minho!"

Minho almost drops the flowers but he sets them aside and hugged you back.

"Y/N ah..." His voice cracked but you could tell that he was smiling.

You pulled away from the hug and looked down at your feet "I'm sorry, Minho"

Minho shook his head "Why're you sorry, baby?"

"For making you go through being forgotten by the love of your life every single day. I'm sorry, Minho." You finished your sentence with a sob.

Minho wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back into another hug.

"Y/N ah"

"Hmm?" You sniffed.

"Remember when you were first diagnosed with Alzheimer's? You said that you were scared of forgetting me. And remember what I told you?" Minho said while stroking your hair like he always did.

"You told me that you will be here for me, to remind me every single day for the rest of your life if you had to."

"And do you remember our wedding vows?" Minho cupped your cheeks and made you look at him.

"In sickness and in health, till death do us part."

"I love you, Lee Y/N, and I always will," Minho said, before placing a kiss on your lips.

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♡author’s note: That’s it guys! I hope you guys enjoyed this fic. ISTG i’ll write something more lighthearted soon lolol (or you guys can send in your requests anytime!) Stay safe wherever you are!♡ also if the year of the wedding and the wedding anniversary doesn’t add up i’m SORRY i can’t math sksksksksks

[brighteyes29]

Bechloe week 2021, Day 2

A/N: I don’t know why my friend Tumblr here puts such big spaces between paragraphs, I couldn’t fix it, so… Try to ignore it. This is Bechloe week day 2, pitches. I hope you like this one. Might publish it on ff.net or wattpad as a fic, but for now it is a one-shot.

Summary: Beca, Chloe and Amy are moving to L.A., so Beca could pursue her career and be away from Jesse. The three girls are roommates. Chicago doesn’t exist here ‘cause this is set after Pitch Perfect 2, not 3. So yeah. It is more interesting than it sounds, I just don’t know how to describe it without spoiling anything.

This happened right after graduation. Beca wanted to move to Los Angeles, so she can pursue with her career and be away from her ex, Jesse. The DJ just needed a change, but she didn’t want to be alone. She brought her best friends Chloe and Fat Amy with her. Like most of the other Bellas, Aubrey didn’t want to leave the city and quit her current job, which she loved, but she promised she’ll come to visit the three girls often, when she could.

“It’s such a shame that Aubrey couldn’t be here with us. I’m going to miss her.” - Chloe sighed, as the three girls were walking towards the street, where their rented apartment was supposed to be. Beca was right next to the ginger, they were holding hands despite the brunette’s complaints.

“I’m not.” - Beca replied, but both girls next to her knew she was kidding.

“Oh, come on, Bec.” - Chloe looked at her friend. “I know you will. You and Aubrey might not always be on the best terms, but-

“I know, I was kidding.” - the brunette cut her friend off. “I just had to say that. You know me.” - Beca smirked.

“We’re here!” - Fat Amy announced, when she looked up from the map she was looking at on her phone. “Are you ready for us, L.A.?” - she yelled, before entering the building. Her friends laughed and followed after her.

“Which floor should the apartment be on?” Beca said what all three girls were thinking.

“I keep in touch with the cute landlord, let me check.” - Amy opened her Messenger app and scrolled a bit, until she found the landlord’s profile. “Floor 6, lesss go!” - the blonde rushed up the stairs. Beca and Chloe had a hard time catching up with her. She must really be into that landlord of theirs.

When the girls reached the sixth floor, a handsome guy was waiting for them there. He wore a beautiful smile and he had a toothpick in his mouth. He had shoulder-length brown, curly hair and brown eyes. He saw the girls looking around a bit, so he said:

“Right here, ladies!” - he greeted them with a hand and helped them with their luggage. “You’re my new renters, yeah?” - he asked. The boy had an irresistible Australian accent.

“We surely are now…” - Amy looked at him from head to toe.

“Oh, another Australian. There aren’t too many of us here, so it’s nice to see a friendly face.” - the boy replied. “I recognized you from your profile picture. You’re Amy, yeah?”

“Yeah.” - Amy said. “Your profile picture didn’t tell me too much about you, but… I gotta say you’re hotter in person.”

“Ah, thanks.” - the boy scratched the back of his head. “The name’s Will. Will Warten.” - he added and moved to the side, so the girls could come in. “I hope you like this place. It was my home for 7 years, before I bought it from the owner.”

“Wait, you were a renter too?” - Chloe asked, intrigued, and crossed her arms.

“Sure. But I loved it in here so much that eventually I bought it.” - Will put the luggage in the living room, which was right in front of the front door. The girls sat on the couch.

“How did you decide to put it for rent again?” - Chloe asked. Beca smirked at the fact how curious her friend was and looked at her.

“Well, I thought it would be selfish if I keep this wonderful place to myself. I wanted to share it, so other people can experience what I have. I met the love of my life here.” - after Will said that, a girl joined them in the living room, she was a thin blonde with hazel eyes. She rested her hands on Will’s shoulders, who had his back on her. He was sitting on the armchair.

“What a nice surprise!” - Amy exclaimed, although both Beca and Chloe knew she was sarcastic. “How long have you two been together?”

“Um, 5 years, I think.” - Will said. “She was my roommate. We didn’t know each other at first, but we were both new in town. We fell in love soon after we got to know each other.”

“You fell in love.” - the unknown girl corrected Will. He laughed.

“Well, yeah, but… You followed soon after.” -he replied. “Everyone, this is my lovely fiancé Katelyn.” - Amy practically shot the other blonde girl with her eyes. “We live next door, so if you need anything-

“Honey, you forgot to show them around!” - Katelyn intervened again. From what the girls heard, she sounded American.

“Right.” - the brown-haired boy stood up. “This way, please.” - he pointed at the room, which was on the living room’s right. The renters followed him and looked inside the room. “This is one of the rooms, the other is next to it and looks kinda the same, but the bed is smaller. And the kitchen is at the end of the hall.”

“There is only one bed.” - Beca noticed.

“Yeah, but… It is big enough and… you guys are friends, two of you can share it, yeah?”

Beca wasn’t sure. She had to share a bed once, with Chloe, in fact, but after what happened in the tent at Aubrey’s camp, she didn’t want to repeat the situation. The brunette was silent for a moment, which Will interpreted as a problem.

“Is there some kind of a problem?” - he raised a brow.

“No.” - Beca lied. “We’ll be just fine.”

The DJ didn’t see how Chloe’s smile turned into a frown. She knew what was going on in Beca’s mind. She knew the brunette was uncomfortable around her after what she told her in the tent. But she still couldn’t explain to herself why was Beca okay with holding hands with her. She didn’t know why Beca was okay with Chloe occasionally kissing her. The redhead didn’t know many things. But she was bound to find out.

“One of you can sleep on the sofa, it’s no issue.” - Will suggested.

“Yeah, it’s fine.” - Beca forced a smile, but she wasn’t very good at it.

“One thing, though.” - the brown-haired boy added. “No sex on the sofa.”

“Sure.” - Chloe sighed and looked at Beca, the redhead’s mind was somewhere else entirely. “No problem.”

“Alright, then. Kat and I are leaving. If you need anything… well, you know.” - with that, the landlords left.

“What are we going to do?” - Beca asked with crossed arms. Chloe knew exactly what she meant.

“What do you mean?” - the redhead tried to smile. “We’ve done this before, two of us are going to share a bed. No big deal.” - Beca looked at her friend and didn’t really know what to say.

“I call dibs on the other bed!” - Fat Amy rushed to the other room and sat on the bed. “This room has better view.” - she explained. The two other girls laughed.

“So, I guess we’ll sleep on the other bed.” - Chloe moved closer to Beca, wearing a big smile on her face.

“No.” - Beca replied with a serious face. That made Chloe’s smile disappear. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“But wait, you guys are dating, why don’t you sleep together? I meant… Well, you know what I meant.” - Fat Amy said.

“For the last time, we’re not dating!” - Chloe said. It was the first time that Chloe was the one who said that. That surprised Beca.

“What? Yes, you are! You’re, like, always holding hands and kissing, you can’t tell me you’re just really good friends, that’s horseshit!” - the other two girls didn’t really know what to say to that, so they didn’t.

….

Quickly, the night came and all girls were in their rooms, except for Beca, who was in the living room, on the couch. She never foresaw how lonely she was going to be on the couch. The whole evening she spent thinking about Chloe and how she probably hurt her, even though the redhead never said anything about Beca’s choice.

The three girls had spend the whole day at the beach, but Beca left Amy and Chloe do all the talking. The DJ didn’t engage in conversations with them much. She spoke only when they asked her something. Even at dinner, Beca was silent and kept to herself. Her eyes were on the plate and she did her best to keep them that way. The DJ knew Chloe suspected something, but she never asked her what’s up, most likely because the ginger didn’t feel like talking to her friend. She was hurt and Beca got that. The brunette never really apologized for what she did. She wanted to, but she was never good at words. She didn’t really even know why she refused fo share a bed with Chloe. Hell, the brunette even liked her, to say the least. The reason she was uncomfortable with sharing a beg with Chloe was the fact that she was afraid Chloe might find out about Beca’s little crush. Last time, when the ginger basically offered Beca to experiment with her, Beca had an answer ready. But, on a bad day she might not have it and that’ll make the redhead suspicious. So Beca couldn’t have that.

‘Too many emotions today, time to relax.’ - Beca thought. To her, that meant, well, masturbating.

So she pulled out her phone and browsed photos of Chloe. When she chose one she made the blanket cover everything beside her head and started the action. It felt amazing, knowing you’re getting off to your crush. It almost felt like you’re having sex with them. Will said no sex on the couch. He didn’t say anything about masturbating.

But Beca had too much on her mind to hear Chloe’s door open. The redhead immediately realized what her friend was doing, but she didn’t know what the other girl was watching and what made her breathe with such weird frequency. It sounded kinda hot. So when Chloe grabbed the brunette’s phone, Beca was caught by surprise.

“Hey!” - the DJ immediately tried to get her phone back, but Chloe lifted it up, beyond Beca’s reach. “You know this is not fair. Just give it back!”

“Oh, I’ll give it back.” - Chloe smirked. “Right after I find out what you were watching.” - Chloe’s gaze shifted to the phone.

“No, Chloe, don’t!” - Beca begged, but the redhead wasn’t listening.

“Oh, my…” - the redhead put a hand over her mouth, but then she laughed.

“What’s so funny?” - Beca was furious right now. Not only did Chloe violate her privacy, but now she was going to tease her about it.

“All these years. You felt the same.” - Chloe gave Beca her phone back. “We’re two idiots in love who could have been together, but were too afraid to do something about it. It’s funny.”

“No, it’s not, actually-

“If you shared the bed with me, you wouldn’t masturbate to my picture and I never would’ve caught you redhanded. Guess there’s one good thing about you sleeping on the couch.” - Chloe wrapped her arms around Beca’s neck.

“I… I don’t know what to say, it is all so… weird, and I-

“Shhh….” - Chloe put her index finger on Beca’s mouth. “No need for words. And… guess now you’ll want to share the bed with me.”

“Guess so.” - Beca smirked and let Chloe’s tongue inside her mouth. It all felt so good. And, as Beca said, so… weird.

[mangagrl1991]

Companion piece to this picture

At the edge of Tai’s old village sits a large tree. It’s the oldest one in the area, and marks the start of the trail to the forest. 

There are two swings tied to its sturdiest branch, meant to be used by the village children. Naturally, whenever Tai comes around, the other kids flee, so it has become somewhat of a regular hang out for her over the years. 

Her eyes slide toward the empty swing at her side, and an empty bitterness flows through her. She’s not a bad person. Maybe a little mischievous, but everybody makes choices they’re not proud of sometimes. That doesn’t make them bad. Doesn’t make her bad…does it? Why will nobody come play with her? It’s a question that goes unfulfilled, just like the loneliness that threatens to crush her these days. Isolation and Solitude are the names she’s given these swings, because their hers. They are suffering together, even if she’s the only one living through the pain. 

Tai leans back on the wooden seat and gazes up at the sky forlornly, wondering if this is how things will always be. 

’Sure it is. I’m just the black sheep of the village. A stain of the past they want forgotten. I’ll never belong.‘

The words filtering through her mind are as harmful as they are true, but she still dares to hope, dreaming of a day that someone will come along. She doesn’t even care if they like her or not! Just so long as they take that other seat and swing with her, laughing with reckless abandon like kids do. 

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The years go by and little has changed, but an 11 year old Tai still visits this spot, though not nearly as often as she used to. She takes a seat on Solitude, trying to take solace in Mafura’s presence on her shoulder. She’s so lucky to have him- life is easier now…but she’s still selfish. She still longs for someone to fill the seat adjacent to her. Even though she knows by now that it’s useless, she gazes up at the stars longingly, praying for a change. (She knows dreams don’t come true when your name is Taikyu Chisaka, but she still hopes secretly that one day she’ll find a friend.)

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It’s been…a while. Tai runs a gloved hand over Solitude’s wooden surface, thinking that it’s seen better days. She idly wonders if either swing has been cared for at all or even used in her absence as she takes a seat and looks up at the sky. Her shoulders slump as she recalls her earlier days in this place, and she closes her eyes, exhaling softly. 

“What’s the matter?”

Her eyes open immediately, sliding to the left, and a slow smile plays on her lips as she sees Gon watching her. “Nothing. I’m fine. Let’s just swing.”

Hazel eyes regard her for a few more seconds before his expression relaxes, and he nods, plopping onto Isolation, the swing adjacent to hers. “Okay! Let’s swing— I’ll bet I can get higher than you can!”

“You’re on, but the loser’s buying dinner!” 

Gon responds with a hearty laugh, and her eyes are warm as she throws him a smile filled with adoration she doesn’t have words to vocalize. 

It’s been five years since she was last here, wishing for someone to take a chance on her. Despite how hard she prayed for it, she never expected it to happen. 

She never imagined someone like him would come along, never even dared to hope that someone would like her the way he does. Gon’s heart is the purest she’s ever known, and it both amazes and overwhelms her to realize that somebody can care the way he does. It even scares her a little, if she’s being honest, but— Gon senses her stare and smiles back at her, and her heart stutters as she averts her gaze bashfully, thinking that even if he overwhelms her sometimes, she wouldn’t have it any other way. Sitting here on the swings that saw her through her lonely childhood, she’s never felt more peaceful. So what if she never belonged here? She’s come to realize that she was never meant to stay here. She was supposed to leave so she could find him.  “Why are you so quiet, Honey? Are you feeling okay?” Tai just smiles and nods in response to Gon’s question. She should really tell him about this tree, and the name of the swings, and all the significance it carries to her so he can really grasp what’s going on. He’ll never know what it means to her seeing this. Seeing someone finally fill that seat beside her.  She’ll tell him. But not now. This moment is theirs, and she doesn’t want anything to get in the way of these feelings. Nothing can ruin this moment. Not even— “If that is the highest you can swing, you’d better just give up already!” Tai’s head whips toward the grinning boy, and her brow furrows slightly as she sees how much higher he’s swinging than her. “No fair— you got off to a better start than I did!” “Haha! Well, maybe if you weren’t just sitting here all spaced out!” Tai rolls her eyes and laughs softly, looking back up at the sky as she gently clutches the yang pendant around her neck firmly.  Things may not have been great here for Tai Chisaka, but the future is bright for Tai Kaneko.  “You’d better be ready to pay up, Honey!” “No way, you’re the guy, you’re treating me!” “You’re really gonna let me pay without complaining, then? Like a real date?”  This continues until one of them runs out of comebacks (Tai, naturally, getting flustered as always), and the air is filled with laughter as their bantering carries on well into the evening.

[haoies]

okay i dont mind solangelo in fact i think the pairing is super aesthetically pleasing im a sucker for good contrasting looks,,,but like the fanon solangelo. there is so much that we need to criticize about canon!!! will really only exists to give nico a boyfriend????? mans rlly put the disabled boy with a healer,,,, nico had a romantic relationship and suddenly its like all his trauma has healed,,,i think toa was like six months after the battle agains gaea right? AND ALL OF A SUDDEN NICOS TOTALLY COMFORTABLE AT CAMP AND FRIENDS WITH ALL OF THE APOLLO CABIN AND HAS A DEVELOPED RELATIONSHIP WITH WILL and like yea ive heard that he has therapy sessions with mr d but like,,

boy was thrust into a new world and immediately lost his only family at age 10, ran away and was homeless living between the labyrinth and underworld for a while (and both of those places are known for driving people insane) and then he bounces back and forth between the mortal world and the underworld where his father is emotionally manipulative and abusive until he fights in his first war at age 12 get continually treated like shit and isnt trusted by anyone despite the fact that he truly wants to help. then he knows another war is coming and he’s probably barely even 14 so he goes looking for the doors of death alone in TARTARUS and gets KIDNAPPED and kept in a JAR while his “”friends”” debate if they should even bother saving him???? if it wasn’t for hazel being like “THATS MY MF BROTHER” and piper realizing he’s important to the quest they 100% would have left him there AND THEN HE HAS TO WATCH HIS RELUCTANT CRUSH AND SAID CRUSH’S GF FALL INTO TARTARUS AND HE HAS TO LEAD THE OTHERS TO THE DOORS OF DEATH DESPITE THE FACT THAT THEY DONT TRUST HIM and then what happens oh yeah HE GETS VIOLENTLY OUTTED IN FRONT OF JASON while he’s still dealing with intense internalized homophobia????? and then after the doors of death are finally closed, despite the fact that nico is incredibly weak and malnourished from being homeless and then being kidnapped, he has to use his powers to transport a giant fucking statue and two other people across the globe by himself???? while everyone knows that using his powers drains him further????? and they’re constant attacked on the way and he gets mauled by a werewolf and when he arrives and he’s immediately thrust into battle again?????? GETTING A BOYFRIEND DOESNT FIX THAT

[drakesdevils]

That Night, Forever Burned (Rafe/Reader/Sam)

Summary: Rafe has a nightmare.

Masterlist

TW: Blood, drowning, implied s*icide

A/N: Thinking about making a collection of Rafe/Reader/Sam oneshots 🤔

Rafe felt the lick of the heat all around him. A blinding headache, something slick and dark running down the side of his face. His chest and arms burnt with searing pain, each movement cut a little bit deeper, a little bit further. And then there was a crash, the most weight he had ever felt in his entire life, he felt his bones snap and crush. And then there was the water, cold water. Deep and strong enough to pull him and his mind under. He could not scream, there was no sound. Only the water and a paralyzed body floating slowly to the bottom of the cave, he watched from above. Tendrils of darkness leaked from his body as he fell to the cave floor. There was no light. There was no one to save him.

When he hit the floor he was back in that godforsaken ship. Like he had suddenly been pulled back to the mortal world. He was present, but he was not in the room, instead watching as a spectator. You were there, laying next to Sam. Sam had freed himself from the beam, but that sword wound was anything but pretty. Blood pooled around the two of you, the bright red blood made you look almost like a painting. There was a gloss on your eyes reflecting the burning ships and the glittering gold.

“Fuck, baby,” Sam croaked out, trying to pull himself up to crawl over to you. His shirt darkened with crimson red. Water began filling up the ship as he tried his damndest to hold you.

“Hold on, sweetheart, I’m coming.” You were only a few feet away from him, sprawled out, looking up to floating cargo like it were the stars.

He pushed himself up with one arm, feeling searing pain rush through his entire body. He felt light headed, but his body felt heavy. Sam groaned as he crawled to you, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

“Hey, hey, come on, baby. Come on wake up.” Sam shook your body lightly, his eyes not daring to look further to the blood. The water was rising faster and faster.

“Come on. Wake up,” He said firmer, shaking you harder. His head hurt like a bitch.

“Fuck. Hey, hey come on! Wake up! Come on baby, wake up!” He pushed you harder, finally allowing his eyes to look over your body. There was so much blood. It curled around him as the water rose, staining his arms and pants a deep red.

“No, no, you’re not leaving me. I’m not letting that son of a bitch take you from me. You’re not,” He began to choke on his words as he realized what had happened. “You’re not leaving me like this.”

You remained still, your eyes still opened. Lifeless you lay. Almost like a doll. Your hair splayed out as the water continued to rise. And Sam almost cursed himself for thinking you looked beautiful dead.

There would be no more time for tears, the numbness washed over him like the water would in a few short moments. He pulled out his gun.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“Sam! Fuck! Wake up, Rafe’s having a nightmare!” You shouted, nearly stirring Rafe from his doom. You held one arm across his chest so he would not thrash.

“What?” Sam asked groggily. Rafe tried to twist and turn in his sleep.

“Help me!” You shouted again.

“Oh shit,” Sam mumbled and propped himself up, immediately pulling Rafe towards him and into his arms. You quickly pressed your chest against Rafe’s back, waiting for him to wake up. He was like a ragdoll sandwiched between you two.

You heard him gasp and then shudder. Rafe pushed you both away from him with force you didn’t know he was capable of. Sam fell off the bed with a thud. “Ow.”

Rafe looked wildly around the room, only seeing you. He looked dazed, like he was still existing in some horrible nightmare.

“Oh my god, what- where is Sam? Oh god please don’t tell me he’s-”

“I’m right here, sweetheart,” Sam replied, pushing himself off the floor and back onto the bed, he hugged Rafe from behind, nuzzling his face into Rafe’s neck.

“What happened, Rafe?” You asked softly, hugging him in front this time. “Where did you go?”

Rafe stayed silent as he tried to calm his breathing. He breathed in and out at the same time as you and Sam, making sure you were both here and alive. Inhale. Exhale. He had to remind himself how to breathe.

“Someplace dark,” Rafe mumbled, you smoothed out his hair that had become messy in his sleep.

“We’re here, baby,” Sam said, his words muffled by Rafe’s skin.

When his breathing slowed, Sam and you both fell back down into the bed, leaving an empty space between.

“Come lay back down, love.” You patted the space softly. Rafe crawled to the edge of the bed and shook his head. He felt his eyes begin to sting. Fuck. He thought. Why was this happening now?

“Just lay with us, you don’t have to sleep,” You whispered to him, feeling helpless at the sight of Rafe wading through the deep waters of his suffering. Rafe tried his damndest to hold back the tears.

“Come back to bed with us,” Sam told him. Rafe remained still and silent. The only noise came from the clock ticking on the wall. 4:28 AM. Far too early for him to be up.

Rafe’s body shook. “I thought you had both died. I thought I killed you,” Rafe said, his voice barely even a whisper, it was strained, like it was the worst sentence he could have ever said in his entire life.

You looked at Sam. “We’re here, sweetheart. We aren’t going anywhere. Not today, not tomorrow,” Sam said, leaning up against the bed frame, you curled into his side, biting your lip. What had Rafe seen?

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him, unsure if he wanted space or you to comfort him.

Rafe shook his head, he leaned forward, head faced downwards. He almost scoffed. “I don’t even want to think about it.”

“Come back to bed, Rafe,” Sam spoke to him, his words like a sweet lullaby.

“I can’t.” Rafe dragged his hand across his face and tried to quell the heaviness attempting to pull him further down.

“Then just lay with us.”

“No,” He said firmly.

“Why?” You asked.

“I thought I killed you. I already told you that.” Rafe took one more shaking breath, exhaling slowly.

“We’re past that, Rafe. It was just a nightmare.” You crawled next to him and leaned against his shoulder. His body still lightly shook. He turned his face away from you, praying you would not see him in such a weak state.

“See, I’m alive,” You said. You pulled Rafe’s hand up to your heartbeat. He felt the deep rumble travel through his hand, he slowly turned to look at your chest. Damn the tears.

“It felt real. I watched you and Sam die on that ship.” Rafe’s eyes were dull as he stared at your chest, he saw the flashes of blood and water and the ring of a gun in his ears.

“We’re here, Rafe. We’re right here with you. Come back to bed,” You repeated. You were worried Rafe would run off to the kitchen, or hide out on the balcony, too scared to face his demons again in the night.

Rafe shook his head again. “You died. I killed you.”

“It was just a dream. I’m right here, I still love you. Sam still loves you. Whatever you saw wasn’t real,” You spoke quietly, looking deeply into Rafe’s hazel eyes, like you could pull the true Rafe out of them and back to you.

“No, I think I’m going to go get some air, or make some coffee, or something,” He trailed off, standing up. You didn’t release his hand.

“Don’t leave us, the bed is still warm,” Sam told him. Rafe looked in between you two.

“You’ll be tired in the morning.”

Rafe slowly nodded, you let go of his hand. You kissed him on the cheek and gently led him back into the bed, waiting for him to get under the blankets first.

Sam draped his arm around Rafe’s chest, you curled into his side.

“I’m going to call Dr. Schultz in the morning, okay?” You mumbled into his side.

“Okay.”

“We don’t want you to have any more nightmares, we want you to get help,” Sam said, his voice already becoming heavier with sleep.

“I know.”

“Goodnight Rafe, I love you.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek once more, hoping his fears would lessen and he could sleep for the rest of the night.

“G’night Rafe.”

“Goodnight.”

•••

[rosycheekedandsmilin]

Here Comes the Sun

Here Comes the Sun

Luke Patterson Imagine

Summary: Luke sees you at one of the boys’ practice sessions.

Warnings: just fluff with a hint of angst, I think. There is a mention of a pregnancy rumor and implied bullying, but not extensively

(A/N: I’m soooo sorry this took so long. Things have been hectic. Also, this would be before they died back in 1995. Plus, I’m new to all this so any recommendations, comments, tips, etc would be appreciated)

You had told your friend, Dianne, that you had homework to do, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. The boys of Sunset Curve were rising quickly on the LA scene and your friend was just one of the many to join their legions of female fans. It also helped that they happened to go to school with you. You couldn’t deny that they were all pretty cute, but you sided with many when you decided you had a preference for the front man: Luke Patterson.

You both used to be close your freshman year, but after he joined Sunset Curve your sophomore year, you both went your separate ways. You’d actually seen him several times in the hallways this year when he wasn’t surrounded by girls. He would be stepping in time with some imaginary beat, his fingers plucking on the old messenger bag hanging from his shoulder. He was always looking up, ever the optimist, looking at the horizon like only good things could ever come his way. His bottom lip caught in his teeth through a beaming smile, his hair brushing along his long eyelashes-

Whew. He was gorgeous.

And trigonometry homework could wait for you to see that gorgeous again up close.

The boys would sometimes hold open practice for a few fans to come watch and hang out, but it was starting to become exclusive as more people began to show up than they had room for.

Thus, your friend lept at the opportunity when she cornered Reggie alone in World History. You giggled at his adorable smile as your friend twirled her hair and flirted his socks off. Before you knew it, she was running back to you with a grin and the promise to see the band practice that coming Thursday after school.

You dressed in some simple mom jeans and a graphic tshirt tied at the waist, hopefully to flatter your figure. Dianne guaranteed you looked “smokin’ hot”, in her words. 4:10 struck and you both got in her car to head that way. The practice started at 4:00, but Dianne told you repeatedly that being fashionably late would set you both apart from the crowd.

On the way to the studio garage, you found yourself extremely nervous. You didn’t even fully know why; it was just a band, just a boy. It wasn’t a date or you throwing yourself at him, but you couldn’t help the fluttering feeling in your stomach at the thought of seeing Luke Patterson perform before a selected crowd, you being one of them.

Meanwhile, the boys were starting to warm up when Reggie started rambling.

“Isn’t it weird that no one comes on Thursdays?”

Bobby snickered. Alex and Luke shared a look before Alex turned to Reggie.

“Dude, that’s because the school has lacrosse games on Thursdays. No one wants to be here when our team is on a winning streak.”

Reggie thought a moment before laughing at himself.

“Oh yeah! I completely forgot. Then Dianne must have forgot too.”

Luke, Alex and Bobby all turned back to Reggie.

Luke spoke up this time.

“Dianne as in Dianne Parker?”

Reggie nodded. Luke’s eyes widened.

“Dianne Parker, as in friends with-“

Reggie smiled. “Yep. Y/n y/l/n.”

Bobby turned to Luke.

“Isn’t that the girl you’ve liked since-“

“-freshman year. Yeah,” Luke sighed.

He turned to Alex, but Alex waved him off.

“Even I have to admit the puppy dog eyes you used to get around her.”

Luke smiled softly, falling back into a memory.

You and he had been lab partners in Chemistry your freshman year, as well as shared a homeroom together. This was back before he was introduced to the music that saved his life, so he was still a shy little kid. He hadn’t found the passion that spurred him to connect to people. You, on the other hand, were everything he wished he could be: kind, smart, and courageous.

You weren’t quite an extrovert, but you always made sure others felt included and valued. When someone fell quiet during group discussion, you encouraged them to speak up and always made sure they knew you valued their input. When he would inevitably get an answer wrong in class, you would quietly show him the correct answer and explain it to him in a way that he didn’t feel stupid. And you would regularly invite people eating alone to join your small group of friends.

There came a point where Luke’s parents pushed him to get a tutor because of his failing grades, and you offered immediately after hearing about it. Every Tuesday and Thursday, you both would meet in the public library after school. As time went on, Luke grew to enjoy your time together and even grew a crush, but he never thought you would like the little shy kid that couldn’t speak up for himself. Then his sophomore year, his parents gifted him with his first guitar and it changed him forever. He connected with people in a way he never had before. By the time he worked up the courage to tell you how he really felt, you were in your first relationship with Danny Fenton, the star quarterback.

Luke just had to watch as you walked with him everyday and cheered him on the loudest on Friday night football games. Then, you had a messy break up. Not even a week later, a rumor spread that it was because you had cheated and were pregnant. It was a nasty, false rumor, but enough people believed it that you moved away your junior year.

In the meantime, Luke had already formed a band and was rising through the social ranks. When he learned you had moved back your senior year, he flipped. Still, he could never find the nerve to talk to you again, and you kept your head low to avoid the social radar.

That all changed today. The boys cornered Reggie.

“Is she coming today?” Luke asked.

Reggie gulped, his eyes darting between the three faces in front of him.

“I-I don’t know! Dianne just stopped me in world history and started asking about the band and Luke and-“

“She asked about me?”

“Well, yeah and she was twirling her hair and you know I have a thing about hair-“

“Did she mention anything about y/n?” Alex piped in.

“Well, she said that she and a friend wanted to watch practice today-“

“A friend? I’m sure it’s her,” Luke spoke to himself, running his fingers through the scruff on the back of his neck.

“Dude, are you gonna be okay?” Bobby asked, the three other boys staring nervously at Luke’s retreated figure.

He turned slowly, his deep hazel eyes wide in uncertainty.

“Well,” he said, taking in a breath, his shoulders dropping in finality, “it’s now or never.”

•••••

“We’re here!” Dianne cheered as her mom’s van screeched to a halt in the drive of the studio garage.

Forget the butterflies, hornets filled your stomach now. And they were angrily looking for a way out.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked weerily, holding your stomach.

“Absolutely!” Dianne beamed, turning to you from the front seat.

Your eyes finally caught the obvious problem outside your window.

“Um, Di?”

“Hmm?”

You blanched.

“Where is everyone?”

“Oh. My. Gosh. Well, what do you know! I must have completely forgot that everyone goes to the lacrosse games on Thursdays! Looks like we’re the only ones to watch today!”

It took all the zen you had not to throttle her little neck.

“Why do you hate me?” You cried out.

She giggled. “‘S all love, darling.”

“Dianne,” you begged, “you know our history.”

“And I know your chemistry too.”

You let out a small wail and looked out the tinted window at the studio garage. The doors were closed, but you could hear the muffled sound of guitars and drums warming up still.

Dianne had already stepped out of the van.

“Y/n, c’mon. We’re already late.”

“That was your idea!”

She held out her hand, giving you a pleading look.

“Di, I don’t know if I’m ready to face him again. So much had happened since-“

“Since you realized you liked him? And Danny got jealous and started that rumor?”

You nodded.

“Darling, that is the past. This is the now.”

“But what if-“

“Can I let you in on a little secret?”

You took a deep breath.

“Yeah?”

A small smile made its way onto her face.

“Reggie told me that Luke still has it bad for you.”

Your jaw dropped.

“You’re lying.”

She shook her head, smiling.

“I’m completely serious. That’s one of the reasons that Reggie was so excited to have us come today.”

You rolled your eyes.

“And what was the other reason?”

Dianne blushed.

“I may have told him that I would make out with him under the bleachers tomorrow at lunch.”

You smiled softly at her.

You were still a scarlet letter when you came back to school, so you couldn’t find anyone willing to be seen with your reputation. That was until you met Dianne, who was known as a serial home-wrecker. That wasn’t true, of course, but a bended truth of a spited ex-girlfriend. Still, she’d had more romantic exploits than you could count on your fingers and toes.

“C’mon, (y/n). Prince Charming is waitin’ for ya.”

You blushed as you made your way out.

•••••

There was a knock on the studio doors and three heads snapped up.

Alex, Reggie and Bobby all looked to each other and Luke.

Luke was facing a nook in the back, his headphones playing from a Walkman. He was still trying to see if he could learn the riff from Wonderwall by Oasis before you came in, but none of the boys wanted to be the one to nudge him with the way he was practically vibrating in his seat.

They shared a silent look before Reggie nodded knowingly.

“Rock, paper, scissors, boys.”

Alex turned to him, blinking.

“Reggie, there’s three of us. That’s not gonna- ok.”

Alex walked up to the door and opened it to reveal you and Dianne, both smiling nervously.

“Hellooo, Dianne,” Reggie crooned as Dianne waved at him, a suave smile painting his features. Dianne giggled beside you and you found yourself bristling with nerves. 

“Uh, hey, y/n,” Alex greeted you warmly, nudging Bobby forward as well to greet you. 

You pressed your lips in an awkward smile and forced your hand up into a wave. Your mind began to get caught in a cycle.

I should not have come I should not have come I should not have come-

“Hey, y/n, welcome to our practice. Because you both made the wonderful choice to come watch today, we have decided to gift you with free merch!” Reggie grinned, winking at Dianne. 

“Reggie, all our merch is free-” Alex started, but Reggie pressed a finger to his lips, pressing them to the side as Alex glared at him. Bobby laughed and you quickly joined in, eager to rid yourself of your nerves. You all began to fall into comfortable banter and the boys were hilarious. Dianne was flirtingly feeling up Reggie’s bicep, asking him about his workout schedule. 

“Oh, yeah,” Reggie said, his voice jokingly low and gruff. He flexed his arm. “I have quite a regime.” 

Alex scoffed. “What regime? Your type of workout is chasing down the ice cream truck and lifting meatball subs to your mouth.”

“Hey,” Reggie said, turning to Alex with a look of betrayal on his face, “it is an intense regime none the less!”

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound from the back corner.

You stiffened.

The boys had forgotten about the tense guitarist behind them, who had been blocked from your and Dianne’s view by their figures.

A footstep. Another. Then another.

The boys parted and your heart stopped.

Two perfectly sparkling hazel eyes looked up at you through brown tasseled hair. And there it was, that beaming smile that warmed every inch of your body.

You were thrown back three years to the vision of that shy boy with a nervous bounce asking you for help with number three.

That same boy stood before you now, gazing at you like you were a triple-chocolate sundae surprise, a brand new guitar, an open stage, a raging crowd, and every answer he would ever need, all wrapped up in one person.

 “Hello there, Sunshine,” he said, at last.

[pinkpetalwaterimagine]

On the edge... (Charlie Gillespie) part 1

A/N : So sorry guys, I’m posting it again here, anyway enjoy. Don’t hesitate to point out any mistakes. 

Bonne lecture ❤️

Summary : It’s not that you are insecure but seing Charlie and the onscreen chemistry he has with Madison is making you uncomfortable. And it obviously lead to a fight.

Word count : 2,1 k  

Somehow you had passed your exam with a flying hand and you were ready to rest during your vacations. Vacations that were obviously well deserved. Charlie, your boyfriend, was currently shooting with Kenny Ortega in Vancouver. Living quite far from there you could not go see Charlie every other weekend. However you decided to go on set with everyone during your vacations. 

You have already met the whole crew, they were really nice to you, and immediately you felt included in there tight knit group. 

You were just so excited to see Charlie after months of separation. You had missed him just as much as he had missed you. 

He did not know you were coming to surprise him, it was supposed to be, well, a surprise. You took an uber to Charlie and Owen’s apartment. Those boys really hide their key under their doormat. Do they know that this is dangerous ? 

You enter the flat and were met with silence, the boys might still be at the studio or filming or whatever actors do. You took time to take a long shower to wash off the sweat from the flight. You even took a small nap to regenerate. 

You heard loud voices in the hall and you just knew that one of the voices belonged to your boyfriend. A bright smile already on your lips as you waited for him to enter his house. Owen was the first one to acknowledge you. 

« Y/N ! How are you doing ! What are you doing here ? We are so happy to see you ! » he embraced you in a hug, not for too long because Charlie pulled him off of you. 

He did not say anything he just took you in his arms, for a long time, kissing the top of your head again and again. When he released you just a bit, he tilted his head and kissed you like it has been a long time you havent seen him. But he has been a long time and oh how you craved his soft and rosy lips. The others were doing anything but looking at you, it wasn’t that they were embarrassed it’s just that this was an intimate moment that the two of you hadn’t since a long time and they wanted to respect at least a bit of your privacy. Only Charlie and you were standing in the hall anymore, the others were already on the couch or on the floor, ready for movie night. 

« I missed you so much, I am so happy you are here, you can’t even imagine » Charlie said whispering in your ear, sending chills down your spine. 

«  I missed you too, that’s why I’m here after all. » you chuckled in the crook of his neck. 

He led you to the living room with all the others, never leaving you. He always had a hand on the small of your back, or on your thigh. It has been such a long time since you have seen each other that he didn’t want to miss a single thing about you.   

You said hello to everyone, happy those familiar faces again. You were just ready to chill with everyone. 

You were about to sit on the couch next Owen and Jeremy, when you felt a pair of hands grabbing your hips and making you sit on Charlie’s lap. 

« Where do you think you’re going » you giggled at his act. 

They were something about Charlie that always make you giggle or blush and more generally acting like a schoolgirl. You swear sometimes you think his goal is to make you blush so much that you were as red as a tomato. But you loved your goofy, cute man. 

« Thank you Y/N for being here ! Really, we can’t hear Charlie complaining about not seeing you or how much he misses you. » Jeremy said and Charlie has a deep shade of red on his cheeks. 

You thought he was really cute to go and talk about how much he misses you. You know that he wasn’t just on your part that those months of being apart were hard. The night goes on and the smile you had never left your lips. Charlie had his arms wrapped around your waist the whole time, and he was always making quiet comments about the movie you were watching or just kissing you under the ear and so on. `

Everyone fell asleep in uncomfortable positions and the next morning all of them has knots in their back. 

« Ok guys, you need to leave or you’re going to be late on set ! » you exclaimed trying to wake all of those people but no one moved. « C’mon guys, you need to get moving » as you were trying to shake them all up, your arm was pulled by Charlie and you fell on him. He had still his eyes closed even though he was smirking. 

« Do you want to come with us on set ? » Charlie asked with a groggy voice. 

«  Yes ! » 

« You just waited for me to ask you right ? » you blushed at his words. You didn’t want to impose your presence to the staff and all the actors. 

The day you decided to join all of your friends on set, they had to film the scene between Charlie and Madi where they sang perfect harmony. You knew that supposedly nothing was going on between them, but it was just the way Luke looked at Julie. You tried to convince yourself that this was nothing, it was just on-screen chemistry nothing more. But they both looked so pretty and handsome and you couldn’t not feel bad about yourself. 

At the end of the scene everyone clapped and congratulated the both actors who executed perfectly the routine. Charlie made Madi spin, both giggling. You heart broke a little but you tried to not let it shows. Everyone was so cheerful and happy. 

You put on a fake smile and got on with the day. You hung around makeup and costumes and tried to help as much as you could, from setting the buffet for everyone to painting some decors. 

————————————

Everyday for a week, you accompanied the band to the studio, but as the days goes by you couldn’t not notice the constant banter between Charlie and Madi. It wasn’t that you were jealous or anything, of course he was « allowed » to speak to other girls. It’s just that they seemed to understand each other on a deeper level. On a music level that you could never understand. You could sing under the shower but you didn’t knew how to play any instruments or writing any lyrics. 

« Don’t you think that this song is such a killer song ?! » asked Owen, excited, almost crushing you on the couch where you rested.

« Hum ? Which one ? Even though they’re all amazing! » 

«  Well the one Charlie and Madi wrote together » you looked at him in disbelief. « Yeah, perfect harmony ! » 

A whirlwind of thoughts came into your mind and made your insecurities come back at full speed. 

« Oh… no I did not know that. » you said quietly, like if you spoke too loud you would break down in tears. And Owen saw right through you. 

« Are you okay ? You know that it is just a song ? » 

« Yeah, yes I know, it’s just since this morning I’m not feeling good. I think I’m going to head back to the house. If Charlie asks … » you topped mid-sentence, was he really going to ask ? 

You couldn't answered that question being a hundred percent sure. 

You took your stuff and left the studio. 

Charlie just ended another scene and went to look for you. « hey Owen ? Have you seen Y/N ? » he asked a bit worried and with a small frown on his forehead. 

« She went back, said she didn’t felt well » 

Well that’s weird, thought Charlie. She would've told him if she wasn’t feeling well. He shook his head and focus on the next scene he had to play before heading back home. 

You were laying on your guys bed, crying your eyes out not really knowing why they were so much waterfalls. 

You heard the front door open and you recognized the voices of the three boys that played the ghosts. You quickly shut your eyes, trying to make Charlie believe you were asleep. 

Charlie entered the room and saw the girl he loved with her head buried in a pillow, she seemed asleep. He sighed and closed the door on his way out. He didn’t understand why all of a sudden you were so cold to him. He didn’t remember having done something bad or wrong. He tried to replay in his mind everything that happened that week without founding anything. 

« Are you alright ? » asked Jeremy concerned at the face his friend was making. 

« Yeah, it’s just I don’t know why Y/N is giving me the cold shoulder. » he sighed, his head between his hands. 

After a few hours of hiding in the room, you decided to fix yourself, make somehow your eyes a little less puffy. You tried to pass by the living room without noise, not ready to confront the boys or anyone for that matter. 

You thought you had made it to the kitchen without making your presence known. But as you closed the fridge’s door and turned towards the table you were faced with Charlie’s hazel eyes. 

« How are you ? » he asked softly, you felt your throat tightened. « Fine » you croaked. 

He knew they were something wrong. 

«  You know you can talk to me, I’m here babe » Charlie mumbled. You tried avoiding his gaze. He stepped softly towards you, almost chest to chest. 

« I don’t want to talk about it » you muttered. « well I think we have to. You have that sad look in your eyes and it saddens me ! » 

« I don’t want to do this now, the boys are just in the living room ! » 

« But I want to help you, let me help you! » his voice was raising higher and higher. 

« Ne fais pas ça maintenant s’il te plait » (don’t do this now) you exclaimed in French so that the boys wouldn’t understand what was happening, even if the knew that you were fighting, no need to be a genius to realize that. 

« Oh so now we are talking French ?! Why ?! You don’t want our friends to know that we are not this perfect little couple they think we are ! » Charlie snapped. 

« Ne m’humilie pas de la sorte ! Je pense que tu l’as déjà assez fait cette semaine! » (don’t humiliate me like that, you already did it enough all week) you seeped. Your head was beginning to spin from all the crying and the shouting didn’t help. 

« Mais qu’est ce que tu racontes bon sang! » (what are you talking about for god’s sakes) Charlie spat, his Canadian accent resurrecting strongly. 

« Okay, you want to know what I’m talking about ? I’m talking about you and Madison, I know that I should not be jealous but you are so close to her via music and filming and so close to her as well as in not far away. How do you expect for me to not see that. To not see the chemistry you two has on screen ?! » You were between yelling and sobbing uncontrollably. Charlie stayed silent for a moment not knowing what to answer to this. 

« You know, and I’ve told you countless of times that we are nothing more than friends ! She is young » Charlie exclaimed 

« Oh because if she was older, you would definitely take her on a date ?! » you exclaimed, hurt by his words. The both of you stayed silent for a bit of time. A heavy silence. 

« Of course not, you’re the one I like. The only one I love. Yes, we are not together 24/7, but I love you Y/N. No one else but you, why can’t you see that ? » Charlie insisted, his hair tugging at his now shorter hair. 

« I think I should go back for a bit. I’ll see you later » you said in a breath. 

« Dont do this to me, don't do this to me Y/N! I’m begging you » he pleaded. 

You knew you had to get away for a bit of time, you didn’t knew if your relationship could hold after this full blown out but you’ll live. At least you hoped. You ran straight into Charlie’s room and packed your bags not meeting the boys gazed. They heard everything, and it pained you to have them involved in such a fight. 

As soon as you slammed the door of the bedroom, the boys ran straight into the kitchen, they found Charlie on the barstool looking down at his hands, a single tear running down his cheek. 

They didn’t knew what to say, are you okay seemed a bit insensitive after what they all heard. They took a sit next to him and pat his back. Sometimes a small gesture is worth a million words. Charlie knew that he will always has his friends, they were like family, but so was Y/N. But apparently not anymore.