#before that there was one in 10th grade that was also awful

[scentofpines]

tomorrow is my first presentation in more than 8 years guyysss i'm nervous. but not quite as nervous as i expected to be?? maybe it is the calm before the storm? who knows. if i am not back on here by the early afternoon tomorrow you will know that i turned into a little puddle of sweat and tears in the basement of my uni. if that is going to be the case, i bid you farewell

[memeticallyengineered]

currently playing dgs 2-1 so NO SPOILERS PLEASE but. man. ryutaro and susato.

person whos been forced to consider her gender for the first time. not even in a gender-questiony way, she's just suddenly forced to consider the fact that people see her as a woman and that affects how they treat her

so when rei treats her like a man for the first time in her life, she sees how different it is and things just. kinda start to unspool in her mind. the treatment from everybody ever is ENTIRELY DIFFERENT from when they see her as a woman, and it's frustrating

like people respect ryutaro more. they listen to his opinions. but the only thing that's changed is his appearance. just. auchi hates taro but in an entirely different way than he hates susato. auchi looks down at taro because he's from the countryside and a bumpkin and whatever but still sees him as an equal opponent. someone on the same level as him. if he defeats this man then he's won glory in his eyes

auchi just doesn't even CARE about susato. he sees her and goes who the fuck even are you who let a little girl in here "never before in my life have I felt so frustrated at having been born into this body" indeed cuz i'd want to scream!!!

susatos thing is about having to change yourself i think. she’s so mad because she can’t be accepted as herself.

ryutaro changes his outfit and all of a sudden he can stand in court and be a lawyer and shout at the prosecutor he hates so much. and if you add susahao into it as well he can also only court haori openly as a man as well and that ALSO must be frustrating

theres probably more layers to it if susato isnt cis but also isnt a man. she can be susato or he can be ryutaro but she cant be both. but if he wants to have a career he has to be ryutaro ALWAYS and its miserable because she'd be squishing a part of herself down, but he doesnt want to NEVER be ryutaro because ryutaro is a part of him. both parts of him need room to breathe.

but as it is… she can be accepted as susato or he can be accepted as ryutaro and there is no room for them to coexist. and. that’s a horrible thing to put on a 16 year old. like susato is in. 10th grade?? 11th grade???? based on current standards like, this is when youre supposed to be figuring out Who You Are. but no she’s backed into this corner. and it's awful

she can be a polite demure judicial assistant or he can be a dashing loud lawyer. but just. pretending to fit into only one of those is suffocating.

which just. oh SUSATO….

[intrusive-thot]

Meet my Immortal Desires MC!!!!!

oopsies im hyperfixating on this choices book

"You guys couldn't make me something cool-like a siren or whatever? Vampires are so mainstream,"

-Isa Valentino, upon realizing she's a vampire

Name: Isa Valentino

Height: 5'5 ishhhh

Birthday: She's 100% a Capricorn (just like her creator), leaning towards like January 10th or sum.

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality: Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you.

Love interest(s): Gabriel Adalhard, Cassius Harlow (endgame)

Friends: Libby, SETH, Nicole, Harrison, Gabe, Cas

Family: Terri Valentino (mother dearest)

Gregory Meadows (flop father)

Edna Meadows (evil stepmother)

Before Crimson Beech:

Was born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts before moving to Crimson Beech.

Her mother was going through medical school, her father was a trucker so he would be away for days at a time.

When Isa was ten, her mother caught her father having an affair, which lead to a messy divorce and her father remarrying her stepmother.

During the divorce, Isa went to stay with her dad and stepmom during the weekends. They weren't awful people, but she hated them for breaking her family up. While it's childish, I don' think she ever forgives her father, even as she grows older- eventually he gave up trying to be nice and her mom won full custody.

So after all that, Terri was away a lot, having to go through her medical school stuff as well as get jobs to support them, which left Isa to her own devices most of the time. Terri was devastated by the divorce, and used her daughter as a shoulder to cry on when she was home, which is why the MC is kind of parentified by her throughout the series.

Isa was also heartbroken, her own grades slipping. She was top of her class before and now she just.....didn't care, she barely passed any of her classes anymore, and she began drifting away from her friends due to all her responsibilities at home.

They had to move to a whole other part of the city shortly after this, as Terri had finally graduated and gotten a job as a medical examiner. This meant a whole new thing to get used to for her kid.

Her mom was busy a lot, and as she got older, she began to cook, clean, do laundry, and so on and so forth, two of her hobbies include reading books (to escape reality) and crocheting.

When high school came around, her mom allowed her to do online schooling in an attempt to get her grades up for college. It worked, but she was isolated from others her age. However, her mom and her grew stronger because of it, as Isa was now home a lot more often so they had time to talk.

And then her mom got fired from her job at the end of her junior year of high school.

She picked up a job babysitting the kids in her apartment building to help pay bills while her mom looked for a new job.

Which is where she found an opening in Crimson Beech, so they packed up and moved, Isa being happy she got to go to a normal school for her senior year of HS.

Relationship HCs:

Truly never had a crush on Gabe, she just understood he would be good for her. He was everything she had ever wanted, able to give her safety and security. But she could never make herself like him in that way, although she cares about him as a friend.

Lowkey though she was annoyed he kept randomly showing up when she was with Cas, even if he thought she was making a bad decision, he had really never heard of personal space.

I imagine her relationship with Cas to be more enemies to lovers. She found him annoying, and she wasn't really Cas' type, she's not edgy at all. But Cas knew that she would be a good gf for Gabe, and wanting to piss him off, he began flirting with her.

When she found out he was a vampire she was actually terrified of him and everyone else who was one, how could she not be like ID MC be so fr.

Her opinions of him started changing when he saved her from Gabe going ballistic in the gym. Naturally she was shocked and wanted to distance herself from Gabe that night, so she picked Cas to walk her home. They wreaked havoc in that little ice cream shop, and that's when it all started. That's when the two start seeing each other in another light.

Despite the fact that I cannot control myself and have to flirt with Cas everytime the option comes up, it's a lot more slowburn than them kissing on the porch after that dabacle.

No matter how many times that everyone warns her to stay away from him, I honestly think they're a better match than Gabe and Isa. Cas shows her how to shirk her responsibilities, he shows her the excitement of being a teenager, things she missed due to her upbringing. On the flip side, she shows him gentleness, and that it's ok to be vulnerable. Their relationship is equal parts exciting and like calming?? idk the word, but period.

Friendship Headcanons:

Gabe and her watch Blades of Light and Shadow together.

Besides Gabe, Libby used to be her best friend. It was nice to have a breath of air away from the two boys she usually hung out with, and Libby seemed to put in effort to get to know her.

However, Libby flopped. She didn't understand that perhaps the reason why her best friend was so distant was because she was in a traumatic fire, and while Isa never cuts her out fully, she sees her as selfish in a way, and so, they never really become best friends again.

So her human friends alienated her because they're lovely people, she moves her lunch table to sit with Cas and the Venandis. She hates those guys, but hey, Cas and Seth are ten times the people Margo, Scott, and Val will ever be, so whateves.

Seth becomes her new best friend right then and there, because he's just the sweetest little guy ever.

Everyday for lunch, she brings a grilled cheese, tomato soup, and chips to school. She shares half her sandwich with Seth, because he doesn't deserve to eat nasty school food, and she lets Cas eat her chips because he's ok too.

After Seth dies, she can't bring herself to eat the second half of her sandwich, so she throws it out. It's a waste of food, but Cas doesn't want it, and she hates the other Venandis, they're not worthy of Seth's sandwich.

Despite her being a Venandi, she hangs out with the Clement gang if she's not chiling with Cas. Being a girl's girl, she hates Margo because Margo literally is the least girl's girl ever. Isa's convinced she has never supported a woman in her immortal life ever.

Vampire Headcanons:

She was devastated as soon as she found out she was a vampire, she can't leave Crimson Beech and can't have a future outside of the town, and her future was looking real long. All her hopes and dreams were crushed in an instant.

Was livid at Gabe and Cas for turning her, her anger only rising when the covens went after her again after she saved them. She didn't take it out on them just yet though, she feels bad for harboring this resentment towards them, and tries to act as normal as possible around them.

Probably pukes after drinking blood for the first time, just the thought of it disgusted her so badly.

Despite being a Venandi, she oftentimes doesn't hunt humans with them, and instead drinks blood bags she receives from the Clements.

But she feels bad for depleting the blood supply of the hospital in such a small town, so she goes out and hunts sometimes, even then she only hunts men. Idk if Jennifer's body is in choices canon but she would 100% be obsessed if it was.

After she gets like exiled for the first time with Cas and Gabe, she loses her mind in that cave. All the feelings of being turned bubble to the surface and she starts screaming at them, as she should.

It takes her a while to get used to being a vampire, she doesn't hate herself like Gabe for being one, but yet, she doesn't fully embrace the fact that she is one, it's complicated, there's good and bad to both, as there's good and bad in being a human.

Truly does not care when she gets in trouble with the covens, she's just annoyed at this point.

Bro isn't phased by her powers because that's truly not the weirdest thing that's ever happened to her, and she figures if she got turned without consent, she might as well be the main character vampire, the y/n of vampires if you will.

General Headcanons:

Seems like the mom friend, but that's Gabe. While she is nurturing and loves taking care of people, she also is just a silly little guy.

Speaking of, she gets voted as class clown in the senior superlative thingy.

Had a MASSIVE fat crush on Raleigh Carrera. HUGE. Which explains why she likes cas lmaooooo.

Maybe her top music artist would be Avery though, or Mitski cus she's canon in choices.

Along with Blades of Light and Shadow, she loves the Crown and the Flame, her bi awakening was Queen Kenna.

Crochets everyone Christmas sweaters with their initials on them and forces them all to pose for photos.

Her favorite season is winter.

If she wasn't a vampire, she'd want to be a siren because those serve so hard.

Loves the ocean, it's truly the only thing she likes about summer.

Whenever warm weather comes around she's always at a loss for clothes because she is a sweater/cardigan girlie, so she steals some of Cas' tee shirts, which he doesn't mind.

Most people assume she's a stereotypical not like other girls person, but that could be farther from the truth. She's on the lookout for another girl to add to their group, because she desperately needs one- probably Nicole.

Since becoming a vampire, her only ambition is to be left alone.

Is a massive pushover, which is why she followed Cas into the woods and did all that before she even liked him, felt bad saying no. Which explains why ID 2 is set up like a love triangle when she chose Cas, Gabe was in love with her, and she felt awful for breaking his heart.

She keeps helping the covens too because of this, and also cus their Cas and Gabe's family, but mostly because she has a desire to prove herself.

Wow, so I wrote a lot.

I'm going to include a pic crew of my character, since I cannot draw, however questions about her and fanart are welcomed and encouraged!!

[sweet-symphony0]

1, 4, 10, and 15 for any of your fics you want to talk about!

1. What is a piece of symbolism in your fic?

Oh, this is a good one! I had to go back and reread all my fics to find something but-

In Dance Me to the End of Love, it’s definitely Joe’s ballet shoes. He keeps them with him even after he quits, he brings them everywhere he goes, because to him, it’s a (physical) symbol of something he lost, but something he’s also loved and desperately clinging onto in the hopes that he can get back to. And while he doesn’t ever throw those shoes out, or ever wear them again, they’re a keepsake of his old life, a reminder of what was, and what could have been.

4. What's something you've researched but haven't incorporated into your fic?

So much for Legacy, I can’t even list it all, though most of it was incorporated. The research I did for that story pales in comparison to anything I’d done prior.

-I researched directors and what films they’d done before, because I wanted to make sure the (real) director I chose in the end would be good for a teacher biopic, even though I ultimately went with Sam Esmail, selfishly.

-I looked at the studios and their execs, to make sure I had the names and job positions right.

-I already knew how to make a budget, so everything in chapter three and four is fairly accurate, but researched what the process would be once the budget was made and how films get made and funded.

-I looked at Hamlet again since the first time in over a decade, to make sure I knew it well enough to explain Rami being able to teach it; I looked at which monologues I wanted and what I felt would be the one to include in the end. For him to teach it, I had to teach it myself, and I looked at curriculum for 10th and 11th grade AP English courses.

-The Belasco theatre is a real theatre in LA, and it’s where the wrap party for Raising Ambition is held. I can’t tell you how many tabs I had open to research venues, how big the capacity was for each place, and if they allowed kids (this story is fictional, I know).

10. What is your favourite au? Have you written anything for it?

It’s the same as the one I listed above: I would say my dance AU, where Joe is a professional ballet dancer to leave it behind to go into acting, really is one of my favorites. I’ll never finish that fic, but damn is it good, and boy am I proud of it. You can find that here.

15. Tell us a fun fact about your fic/wip!

I’ve talked about this before, but in all my twin Tuesday fics, at some point in the story, those twins share a moment where one of them squeezes the other’s wrist, in a silent gesture of affection. It’s an “I got you,” gesture, and I love writing it in and seeing if anyone picks up on it.

Similarly, in all my mazlek fics, the first article of clothing Joe almost always removes from what Rami is wearing, is his bow tie. That one isn’t planned, but I love the image of it every time, it’s very sexy and sensual and intimate.

Lastly- I wrote Home is with You, because I had awful, awful period cramps one time, and decided my way of dealing with it was Joe being miserable with nearly the same agony, and had Rami come to his rescue 😂

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Sorry this is so long, but this was a treat! Thank you for asking!!

[greywoodrpg]

𝕛𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 (𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕖) 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖

he was born thirty-seven years ago, is a human and lives in wolf crossing as a police detective. he looks an awful lot like jensen ackles.

“That’s the thing, no one ever thinks they’re the evil one.”

tw: alcoholism, death

Born July, 1986, Jason Stone grew up in a middle-class household in Boston, Massachusetts. From the outside looking in, his youth appeared to be normal: a young boy who got good grades and strived to become police chief one day, just like his grandfather. The reality, however, was not as picture perfect as it seemed.

Growing up with a single parent was hard, more so when his brother moved away to pursue his own career, but Jace and his mother made do. Soon, it was time to join the police academy and he gave it his all, working thrice as hard as anyone in his year. In the end, he made it to the finish line with excellent grades and went on to join his first police department as officer.

Keeping the city safe was what he had always wanted, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to enjoy life too. Rigorous paperwork by day, Stone went out and had his fun. He always preferred pubs to clubs but this one night and his decision to go to one of the most popular ones in the city would change the course of his life forever. Out on the dance floor, was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. There was just something so hypnotizing about her, something exciting, and 27-year-old Jace could not help himself. One thing led to another and, within weeks, they were dating. The pair had nothing in common with regards to their upbringing but, much as it pained her rich parents, the bond that they shared was unbreakable.

By the end of the year, Lauren was pregnant. This abrupt news made life significantly more difficult for the young couple. Her parents threatened to cut her off and this put a strain on their relationship, which resulted in them dating on and off for the next 8 months. As a result, Jace’s good track record became erratic. He was making bad choices, falling into the wrong crowds, and slacking, to the point where he was also coming in late at work and missing shifts. Of course, as one might expect, this eventually cost him his relationship and custody of his daughter.

Several months later, and after getting much needed help, Stone recovered some of his old prestige and was partnered with a longtime colleague to investigate a smuggling case in the city. The detective work was intense, as was the gang’s history with the Boston Police department, but at long last, October 10th was the night that a sting operation was to take place. Roy was the man with the wire and Jace his only back up inside the warehouse. He was supposed to be his way out after the exchange, his insurance, but the actual events could not have deviated further from the plan. Struck by a fear he had never known before; Jason Stone witnessed the exchange turn bloody. To this day, Jace’s memory of the events remains intact -as does he, having only a scar to show up for it- but no official track record has the truth on how Roy died. The department held a memorial service to give him an honorable sendoff and Stone was strongly advised to ‘let it go’ and to ‘never dig into the case ever again’ for his own sake. Vampires did not exist, or so they said, and the case was forever closed (or was it?). Did the cops at the precinct know more than they let on? And why did they cover up the truth?

Jace is an exceptionally gifted cop but his past struggles with alcohol and life in general have often become bigger obstacles than he would like to admit. He may come off as arrogant and distant at first, but if given the chance one will discover that he is just desperate to be loved and accepted for who he is. Stone needs help but he is never one to ask for such things and chances are he never will.

Now sober for five years and aware of what goes bump in the night, he is excited at the prospect of a fresh start at life and a new job opportunity as detective in Greywood. What does the future at Greywood hold?

“what power did he attain when settling in greywood?”

Precognition: An impossible knowledge on future events through supernatural means.

Upon entering the city of Greywood, Jace has begun to experience sudden visions. Sometimes, those come in the form of prophetic dreams but, in any case, those are most definitely involuntary and often require for him to be in some form of trance. All he knows, is that these relate to the immediate future and are limited to predicting only a singular likely outcome (for now, that is*). Though wary at first, this has served him well on his job, allowing him to lean towards the right course of actions and avoid disastrous consequences.

*As he progresses in the game, he might be able to further his ability. The idea is that he becomes capable of tapping into his powers at will and seeing many different possible outcomes. This would allow him to see many different possible outcomes, gathering information and finding the best paths to take by going through many different possibilities.

Some limitations include:

It can cause great strain to his mind. It requires for him to be in a trance, asleep or unconscious. It is an involuntary action happening unexpectedly. He may only be able to see probability, meaning the future they see may not come to pass or be different in some respects.

penned by... di

[feuqueerfire]

23.5 Degrees Ep 1 - 8 Live Blogging

I've been wanting a MilkLove series since I watched Bad Buddy in early 2022 and now I finally get to watch it! I'm excited, I've liked the gifs and clips I've seen on social media. It's a regular high school drama but I can enjoy those when done well, so I'm hoping it's charming.

I wanted to watch more of this show while it was on air but it was exam season, so I avoided watching anything that was airing, but now I'll watch up to the first 8 episodes and watch the last few eps (9-12) as they air.

Ep 1 (Apr 27)

1-1

It makes me so giddy already hehe

So what is the family dynamic? Is Alpha the older sister, Ongsa's the younger one, it's their parents, and Aylin is the cousin who's living with them?

Also, I wonder if Love rode that motorcycle? it was going through narrow spaces and such

1-2

so ridiculous lol Ongsa fainted looking at Sun's face

Aw, poor loser Ongsa

leave her alone or I'll start killing you creeps

Euro's character + Sun to the rescue

omg in the comments, people were talking about how they can't believe they're at the age when the main characters are their age... meanwhile, I was like oh? 10th grade? so young! T.T I'm at the age when I'm the same age as the older BL characters because they're mostly still in uni or uni age lol

1-3

I believe Sun's family are gonna be cute and nice

smiley moon :)

oh the shadow on Ongsa's IG makes it seems like she's a guy

pls Ongsa spiraling after sending "Goodnight" which reads as flirty is hilarious

not a fan of the yelling necessarily

1-4

Aylin giving advice

loll Alpha and her friends fucking up the bullies. I saw a tiktok of this

Earth that revolves around the sun

oh noo, not shy guy Earth

I knew a lot about this episode already, so nothing was really surprising but it's cute so far! Lots and lots of space motifs

Ep 2: Universe Club (Apr 28)

2-1

I'm so confused about when people came to Bangkok, like I thought they moved here just a month ago? How is Alpha already the school president and famous in the school and stuff?

Aw, Earth isn't answering Sun's messages?

loll Earth's cuteness aggression

oh, yknow I thought they might mention period cramps or smth to cover up Earth's screaming in the bathroom in ep 1 but they didn't, so I thought maybe the show isn't gonna mention periods but indeed Aylin came to get a pad from Ongsa

2-2

yaas lesbian teachers

it's kinda funny that I've never been spoiled about this Astronomy Club curse, does it play a part in the show after this ep?

Aylin and Luna are so cute, my ViewJune !

pls not Sun talking to Ongsa about Earth

Ongsa digging herself into a deeper hole

purposefully throwing away phone into the trash is wild lmfao

2-3

bird poo T.T

ahhh "exploring space by yourself can be lonely. Want to explore it with me?" romance

pls "I'm talk to Earth" all her friends: "huh? a guy?!" lesbian Sun hehe

2-4

pls Earth having no access to a good electronic device, Sun thinking Earth went MIA and dumped her, Teacher Bambam falling down the stairs and ending up at the hospital, supposed curse strong af

more trans lesbian teachers but one of them is crazy about Astronomy Club and would withstand bodily harm to get it running lmfao i love them

2-4

yaas phone acquired

lol so cute Sun holding a grudge

loll wiggling enough to fall off the bed, reminds me of Pat in Ep 7 Bad Buddy squeezing nong nao doll to death + Tinn wiggling on his bed a few times in My School President

Aw, Chaeron and Tinh going out of their way to buy a protective amulet for Ongsa

ah, P'Ton Ongsa's ex-bf. I knew this already but if I didn't, I too would've been shocked

Also I've learned hapless means unfortunate/having no luck. I knew the word before but didn't quite know that that's what it meant

Ep 3: UFO (Apr 29)

3-1

they dated only for 3 days, i'm crying

oh lmfao that's too long apparently + he got broken up with

okay, so last year Alpha was still at this house and school? While Ongsa came for Songkran and then went back to Phuket

everybody in this fucking school is obsessed with recording everything

girl became the treasurer for gay reasons and now has to get money from ppl

these ppl gotta leave Onsga aloneeee, she doesn't even like Ton pls

3-2

I hope Mawin/Tinh happens

Alpha is younger than Ton?

oh this is the event where lots of them are at school at night and there's an Onsga-Sun hug

oww Aylin wants to meet her alien friends so bad T.T "Someone like you with many friends wouldn't understand"

pls this basketball

3-3

not Tinh broadcasting him breaking into the school like girl

please 2 instances of falling over each other onto the ground lmao

not Ton's fandom lightstick, plssss

everybody running in different directions in the school reminds me of Alice In Borderland kinda when they played Tag in that apartment but the situations are so different lol

hug

my poor Aylin who didn't meet her friend

Alien-Moon friendship

gonna take a brief break from 23.5 to watch the Alice In Borderland S2 game in ep 3/4 Jack of Hearts, guess the symbol on your collar.

mini-break to blog about AoB oops but I forgot who the jack is, I keep thinking it's the blue shirt guy but that's too obvious and the emo guy is also obvious, but it feels like it's one of them?

Ah, indeed it is one of those two and I guess it's the emo guy since they're pushing the blue shirt guy to be a more obvious Jack?

so funny when his partner kills himself and he's like whelp, I've lost my partner. Seems like I'm screwed.

oh yeah, I remember what happened now. kinda corny but sure, fun enough

back to 23.5 oops

3-4

lol Alpha giving out punishments but also doing Mawin a little favour by making Tinh his assistant

oof, losing the basketball game as expected

ah, Charoen now knows Onsga likes Sun

Ep 4: (Apr 29/30)

4-1

Charoen Immediately calls Tinh to tell him Ongsa likes Sun lmfao

4-2

ahh Sun's heart beating fast when hugging and thinking of hugging Ongsa heh

Luna (June) and her bambi pretty eyes are sooo cute

4-3

Aylin excitedly following after Ongsa when friends knock on the door aww

Sun also makes an appearance and Onsga’s brain breaks

4-4

yaas fortune tellers

I loveee how cute the "I'm going to buy water" "i'm coming with you" "annoying human Phi" "i'm coming na~" Aylin-Luna part is, I had a tiktok I liked with it

Ongsa having a sudden strike of bravery as she tells Sun's fortune omg?

"To my Sun, from your Earth" omg ?!

I hope Ongsa actually confesses and doesn't just say that she knows Earth who told her to do this or something

I think I wish that love was juuuust a teeny bit better of an actor? Make her lines seem slightly more natural cuz most people are doing well and she's doing well too but it sometimes feels like she's acting rather than being the character Sun. But it might also have to do with her character and the script giving her lines that make it feel like her sentences aren't genuine.

The show reminds me of My School President, which makes sense since they're high school shows, and this one reminds me of that one ep when they had to do the club fair and set up that "cafe" thing.

Started doing 1.25x from part 4-4, oops.

Ep 5: The Gift (Apr 30)

5-1

oof, yeah, I started watching this ep Immediately after ep 4 but indeed she says the delivery guy just left it with her rip. okay I'll do my episode stuff like reblogging gifs before I watch ep 5

aww poor Onsga ot being able to talk to Sun as her real self

5-2

Luna defending Aylin from some bullies

why are Luna and Aylin so cuteeeee

5-3

man, Sun was clearly giving you an out, why say "see you" instead of "sorry" smhh

This is so frustrating because Sun literally gave Ongsa an out but Ongsa said she'd be there (as Earth) without any plans of how to make that happen and now Sun's sad on her birthday :(

5-4

aw man Sun :(

It's just frustrating that Ongsa as Earth keeps giving Sun hope because Sun will be heartbroken one way or another because Earth straight up doesn’t exist aghhh

“It’s tough human but you must keep going.”

idk if it’s because the show is picking up or because i’m watching on 1.25x speed but it has definitely become more watchable and it doesn’t take me a whole day to get through one ep lol

Ep 6: The Apocolypse (Apr 30)

i haven't watched the previews but according to someone's post and BE podcast vibes, it seems like Ongsa's gonna get found out by Sun?

6-1

idk I'm on Dear's side like Earth is hiding something for sure (in that... he doesn't exist)

ah, I hope Mawin and Tinh comes to fruition fr

Luna's face so funny as Aylin's telling her the whole story

6-2

Luna (and Aylin) instigating lmfao I know they're tired

we know Earth is just Ongsa and she doesn't have malicious intentions but Sun, girl, you're getting catfished and your trust in Earth is misplaced, it's probably good that you have friends and seniors looking out for you lol

Luna and Aylin, I fawking love you

hold onnnn what is this mood, like I've been annoyed at the Earth secret just dragging on but ahh now Sun kabadoning Ongsa and being like "you want me to get mad?" is so fun

almost telling Sun so many times but alas

ahhh it's been like Ongsa turn off your notifs/your phone or you're gonna get caught by Sun texting you for a few episodes now and finally indeed it's the reason.

I hope Sun gets to be mad and sad and frustrated and is allowed to lash out because this sucks, and I want her to be able to show emotions other than niceness and kindness (+ some sadness at Earth not showing up to her party). let's give her some Depth but also idk... feels like I haven't seen many Angsty eps or moments around social media for this show

6-3

aw man

Sun really gave Ongsa so much opportunity to explain but like.. what even is there to explain, I guess

I think I need to gain more empathy fr because how are you as a 16 year old just... leaving without informing anybody and not picking up anybody's calls just to wallow? Tell your friends/family that you're just gonna hang out outside or pick up their calls to let them know that you're not dead even when you're going through something. This irritated me recently in I Fly Towards You the drama with the ML's younger brother as well.

I don't want Sun to get cool and be chill too fast !! Feel more angry and upset and betrayed!

"It's good that Ongsa is Earth" nooooo, not yet !

6-4

Aylin worries so much for Ongsa in this state ahh

ooof, I don't want Sun to be the one who acts normal and rational and kind and reaches out first and is understanding with little to no effort from Ongsa's end beyond wallowing in her self-pity

Sun literally having to beg and run after Ongsa to get her to talk to her, don't piss me offffff

I don't remember when this happened in the show but the people on BE Podcast were saying that Ongsa sent a photo of something from her room (her ceiling with lights?) to Sun and that's how she was gonna get caught. Anyway, the phone notifications were another massive way to get caught and seems that was the way they went.

I can't believe it took 20 minutes of show (no joke, like 10 mins of part 3 and 10 mins of part 4) before they made up and are now getting to know each other again agh. And we see so much of Ongsa's devastation but barely anything from Sun and she's the one who has to chase after Ongsa smhh It's as if Sun isn't a real character for real, she has no emotions or agency or function beyond being somebody pretty and nice who Ongsa likes.

I do get her fear and anxiety that she's a girl and Sun's a girl and she doesn't know how they could ever work it out but I think I'd be more receptive to her feelings in this scenario if Ongsa didn't hurt Sun repeatedly and then Sun have to take the initiative to patch it up.

Ep 7: The Overhead Sun (Apr 30)

7-1

lol awkward Ongsa and Sun

heh the phone screen scene

Ongsa and Sun flirting across the classroom while Chaeron and Tinh are arguing about who's a demon

plss talking about taking it slow but now Sun wants to stay over for the night and wear Ongsa's clothes while hers are in the wash

not Sun running away when asked about whether they're girlfriends lmfao

7-2

Luna and Alpha together really are just so older girls and friends lol

Ton is just so over-the-top, I'm dead. Also, I knowwww that guys will use -kha when speaking with girls sometimes to like either flirt or to idk seem social or whatever but in my head, it's usually just like oh he's a girl <3 except this time i'm like yes... Ton is indeed using -kha to batter up the girls... esp the way the translation is using honey/sweetheart/etc to indicate what his use of -kha means

heh they've successfully made Sun jealous

also, I didn't realize this stuff was in ep 7, idk why I thought it was ep 8

getting a makeup ad but it's a cute scene

7-3

pls awkward ending to the almost kiss lol

and it ending with Ongsa escaping to go home

Ton gtfooo and cant even publicly admit whether he's hitting on Ongsa smhh he's fr laying it on thick this ep

lolll the iconic scene I've seen on twitter/tiktok where Ongsa's like yeah Sun's acting weird today ig she doesn't like my makeup

"I like this team" "Me too" Aylin-Luna are gonna be the fucking death of me

7-4

loll lesbian Phi announcing she's single as PR

the friend group is sooo good at poking Ongsa and Sun lol all working together to make Sun as jealous as possible

loll possessiveness

so public

heh so Ton was indeed in on it

this was a pretty cute and happy episode, wonder what the next 5 eps will be? since the Earth this is over with and they're now also girlfriends.

It's also an endearing episode and we get to see angry/jealous Sun and I wish... these emotions were present last week so that she could properly be angry at Ongsa. whelp

Ep 8: The Starry Night (May 1)

8-1

ah, so this ep is gonna be about how to behave in a relationship and maybe working on Ongsa's self-esteem

Merit Tiffin Box just reminded me that we also used to call lunch at school "tiffin" I wonder what it means?

"Tiffin is a South Asian English word for a type of meal. It refers to a light breakfast or a light tea-time meal at about 3 p.m., consisting of typical tea-time foods. In certain parts of India, it can also refer to the midday luncheon or, in some regions of the Indian subcontinent, a between-meal snack." ohhh interesting, it was usually lunch for school but it wasn't as heavy as like actual lunch that I used to eat after going home lol

I too wonder about the appeals of kissing tbh

8-2

hehe Nida and Bambam

make a move? idk what that entails but it makes sense that Sun would want it since she was the one who chased Ongsa after finding out she was Earth + asked her to be her gf last ep as well

pls let Sun watch her action movie in peace, Enough Pausing

lol Sun's gotta be doing this on purpose aw is she nervous about kissing

hehe Sun in the bathroom

8-3

hehe now Aylin has taken to throwing paper balls at Luna

meteor shower Aylin-Luna date let's gooo

I already know Mawin's gonna be rejected cuz of a post on Twitter aughh i don't wanna watch :(

pls them looking through the little windows on the door is so funny

Ton smh making up pitiful scenarios about Chaeron in this head

8-4

watching the meteor shower in pairs you say?

Nida trying her best while Bambam's casual and oblivious plss

omg Aylin already with the I Love U in morse code ahh very fast

cheek kiss hehe

pls not Chaeron swearing at Ton

Ton, let go of her arm!!

we're not gonna get Mawin and Ton right, i'm not into them

joy and happiness that MilkLove have a pretty good kiss cuz people (including me) were afraid that it'd be awkward/dead fish

Thoughts so far:

I caught up!

The show is cute but I don't know if I did a good thing by deciding to start it when there are still 4 eps left. It's a cute high school show, which might be a better binge than watching 45-55 mins a week because it may not keep my interest. I don't know, we'll see.

I find Ongsa-Sun to be cute but I don't feel like I have an emotional connection to them.

On the other hand, I'm quite invested in Aylin-Luna and love Aylin! It's especially fun because I became Obsessed with ViewJune after seeing a few edits from 10YT of them being enemies and then friends? I was shipping them and retweeting their edits and stuff and then !! the ship actually materialized in this show, that's wild (first spotted in Dangerous Romance but idk if they even really happened there lol), especially because they weren't supposed to be in this at all (instead GeminiFourth were gonna be the side ship). I guess many people other than me were also into their chemistry in 10YT. Like I didn't even watch the show, didn't know anything about them but still was hooked on twitter and tiktok edits.

We still have a third of the show left, I wonder what it'll be about. I think I saw something about a scholarship mentioned? Going abroad?

[anothermonikan]

yeah going insane over Avalon Literature Girls again. Lately I've been thinking about how like. She's low-empathy + low-emotional intelligence like naturally. That's just how she is!! It's a really really important part of her character and is a big factor in why she acts the way she does and does the things that she does. and I think it's important to understand that as a computer, she's never really had to interact with any sentient being directly asides from Anthy and their relationship is more boss and worker so not much sympathy is gonna be expected there ^^; Like yeah I also get she has an unhealthy obsession with drama and this is also a driving factor in why she ends up killing (Or at least thinking that she did) the girls. When she got rid of everyone left in one go that was almost purely driven by 'I want drama to happen NOW!!' and we saw the emotional fallout of that after.

But I feel like her character is also so defined by her inability to be empathetic and that isn't like. a crime? Idk if this fanbase is like. big enough to have anyone really misinterpret that by now. I just have some vague memories of when everyone in the server absolutely hated her (And like yeah it's completely fair!! She's pretty bad!!) and it felt like they were judging her on her ability to be empathetic and nice when I don't think it's fair to judge her on that!! That's how she is and she's never had to learn to be sympathetic!! She's never interacted with sentient beings outside of Anthy!!! It's something she's shown to be working on in Feel Less!!

Also I think the fact that Avalon has this natural all consuming interest in the girls life and their world is really really important. She's never had any interest in her life before this. I don't think it's wrong to say she was scared about the whole thing ending. I don't think she was wrong for feeling that way either. Like heck, I know how it feels to desperately cling onto a interest especially in times of hardship and just, awfulness in general (8th - 10th grade how I do not miss you) so like. I can't even imagine what it must have felt like for her. She had nothing to fall back on. Her life is so overwhelmingly boring. This was the first thing to ever bring her any joy. I'm really happy Literature Girls handled this topic of things coming to an end and letting go as well as it did I have like an essay in drafts waiting to be finished because I've seen this trope gone so bad in like. popular media I was scared of it going down the same route ^^;

I don't want to expect people to give Avalon lenience because I know she's awful in context and did pretty fucked shit and no one likes her in canon. But idk man. She's my blorbo!! my scrunkle!! She's my motivational post-it note drawing for a reason! I love her! I think she's so fucking cool as a character! Gwahhhh

So uh in conclusion

Also I think Avalon is autistic, you can accept that I reckon. Handing me a computer with an intense specific interest who struggles with understanding how she's supposed to interact with the people around her and would rather be left alone to be an observer and expect me not to think she's autistic. She's going in the pile with Ako, Angie, and [REDACTED]. Yeah [REDACTED] too you hear me!! I need to go to bed

Also here's the motivational post-it note Avy. btw. if you care

[crimsonmoonlite]

Loser. - Jacob Black X Mike Newton X Edward Cullen - 18+ MPreg - 3. Pining For Each Other

AN: So, Vampires are going to follow more vampire diaries lore. I also know that this diverges from the canon timeline. I didn't know if I wanted this to be a rewrite of the series or an AU. It's leaning more toward AU for now. Please tell me if you would like a revision of the series. Beau would be in place of Bella... or the twin :p. January 29th, 2006 11:42 PM Jacob was drawing in his notebook instead of taking notes. He was supposed to be watching an educational video, but he could not focus since all he could think about was Mike... and Bella being in Italy with all those fucking bloodsuckers. There were about 60 people in the reservation high school, but he was 1 of 10 seniors.

"Jake, Stop wasting the internet," Mrs. Uley slapped him on the back of the head, taking off the headphones and picking him up from the seat by the scruff of his neck. He returned to his desk, ignoring his paperwork and continuing to draw. As he looked at it, the sketch looked like a mix of Mike and Bella. He rolled his eyes and began to run his hands through his hair, which was a stress relief... forgetting that it was shaved off.

"Hi, Jake, what's wrong?" Seth popped his head over the cubicle, "Can you help me with this math problem? Mrs. Uley doesn't know it," He rambled. He was a smart kid, the only 12-year-old in his freshman year since his mother was in the school.

"I am still in 10th-grade math," Jacob whispered.

"Jacob! Seth! get back to work!" Mrs. Uley snapped. Seth knitted his eyebrows together as he didn't like to get in trouble.

"Sorry," He whispered to Jacob, "What crawled up Mrs. Uley's skirt!" He shouted, then widened his eyes as he realized he had just yelled the insult he had meant to whisper to Jacob.

"Clearwater, you will be in detention for lunch for the next three months!"

"Awe, man..." Seth whined as everyone in the class began to snicker.

Jacob closed his notebook and picked up his packet of homework from last night to get started on. He had only doubled the workload for himself as he had slacked off all morning. He was going to have to repeat his senior year. He was horrible at schoolwork. His father would rather roast him alive before he let him drop out. He opened his packet only to be met with a small note falling out of the page he had opened.

'You need to claim or scent Mike. Sam is going crazy trying not to claim him for himself, and so are the newer betas.'

The note needed to be signed, of course. When he looked around, he saw Quil looking at him, quickly burying his face in his packet. Jacob was on pack probation. It was like being grounded... but the entire pack was to ignore him until the Alpha told them to stop. It was supposed to make the Beta realize they needed their pack and stop getting into fights with everyone. Quil was his best friend, but he was one of the first to shift, so he was pretty submissive to Sam... it was in his nature. Jacob knew he shouldn't break his probation restricting not going home when he wasn't at school, but Jacob Black was no one's bitch.

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12:19 AM

"Mike, Hello?" Angela asked, returning him to reality, "We were talking about winter formal?"

"Yeah, you missed that Eric finally convinced me to let him escort me to the dance," Jessica flipped her hair, trying to get Mike jealous, but it didn't work. He only asked her to homecoming last year because he didn't want to hurt her feelings.

"No... We were discussing how we would dip out of the dance committee. It was lame for us to campaign to get it in when we were freshmen... it's lame," Eric changed the subject because he feared he would make Mike jealous. Newton was glad he got that 'F' in sophomore year and got kicked out of the football team and the dance committee.

"Flunk a test," Mike said, and everyone raised an eyebrow at him, "You would get kicked out of the dance committee,"

"Yeah, but then we couldn't attend the dance..." Lauryn sneered at him.

"You guys asked," Mike shrugged and shoved some cake into his mouth.

"Let me guess... you're thinking about Bella and where she is?" Jessica accused.

"She's not here?" Mike asked, looking around, not even realizing it until his ex-girlfriend pointed it out. He sighed again, shifting in his seat uncomfortably. His chest was chaffing up against his shirt, and he was yearning for something or someone with a color for a surname.

"Mike, are you okay?" Tyler asked, and Mike nodded, "I am going to go out for some air," he scratched his skin.

It was physically hindering Mike from being far away from his mate. His body was assumed he was being rejected. The Wolf thought he might go unnoticed if he didn't move. Mike drove home to get a shower. He left his phone in the car and headed in while Jacob was frozen.

"Ahh!" Mike cringed as he saw Jacob immediately. He was on the floor, rolling around in Mike's dirty clothes. "W-What are you doing in my room!" Mike asked, then he closed his eyes, "Why are you naked!"

"It's not what you think!"

"Good God! Get dressed!" Mike whined as he opened his eyes to shield them, almost seeing Jacob's massive size. Jacob hopped back into his shorts only to realize they were Mike's. They were far too tight and wedged up his ass, but Mike was finally looking at him. Mike didn't look below Jacobs' chin... well, at least he didn't try to. The tight shorts left nothing to the imagination, especially since he was a little turned on.

"I'm sorry... I didn't know you were coming home,"

"And that makes it better because?"

"Because I am trying to protect you..." He blushed, and Mike looked confused, "Remember how I told you that you give off a little scent, and it drives me crazy?" Jacob asked, and Mike turned red as he nodded, "Well, it is driving the other wolves crazy to... like crazy enough to come over and claim you,"

"Oh god..."

"I know. I was trying to cover all of your scents in your room with mine and your clothes so it would dull your scent,"

"Is that going to work?" Mike worried, "You told me what claiming me meant, but you mentioned marking. Is that what you're doing now?"

"No... I am scenting everything. Marking would entail me biting you," he explained and stepped toward Mike, "that would make you property, and other wolves would leave you alone... but I know you don't want that,"

"It doesn't seem like I have much of a choice," Mike muttered, a little annoyed with the situation he was put in,

"We don't have to be so drastic... not to begin with. Please let me scent you," Jacob told him, knowing by the human's face he didn't know what that fully meant. "All I will need to do is touch you... rub my scent on you,"

"Will you be naked?"

"No... but you will have to be in your underwear," the Wolf explained, and Mike knew that was the better option. "I promise I won't do anything inappropriate, er... at least I will try to behave," He corrected himself.

Mike blushed as he undressed in front of Jake. He never really had a problem with it before he became an Omega. The humans in his class would even stop and stare, teasing him as he now had broad pecs and filled out a pair of jeans more than most girls in school. Jacob had to close his eyes and collect himself before he walked closer to him.

"Okay, just two straight guys helping one out," Mike muttered so he wouldn't freak himself out. He felt Jacob putting a hand on his chest. The chemical reaction of the Alpha touching an Omega happened immediately, Jacob's touch felt boiling to Mike, but it was comfortable. He opened his eyes to see that he had lost his balance and fell toward the Wolf's touch.

"I am not straight," Jacob corrected, and Mike raised an eyebrow. Mike wasn't homophobic towards others... just toward himself.

"You are? do tribes care about that?" Mike asked, a little curious, knowing how spiritual and old-fashioned the indigenous people he knew were a little close-minded.

"Not really. My tribe is more of a Pack. Werewolves don't have orientation. So it's not taboo," he said, and Mike smiled a bit.

"I wish my parents were like that..." Mike sighed, looking down at his feet, seeing that he was tenting his boxers. His face tinged red, trying to hide it before Jacob noticed. "Don't hide it... your scent attracts me more, don't be ashamed," Jake said, touching Mike's back. "Your skin is soft," Jacob said, a little distracted as he fitted his hand down the waistband of Mike's boxers.

"Hey!"

"Yeah-Yeah, sorry, I will keep my mutty paws to myself." Jacob rolled his eyes. Please Vote, Comment, Add to your lists, and share this story with a friend:).

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[poetoftheunseenstars]

I’m making new OCs for the first time in over 4 years and here’s why that’s exciting.

Ever since I was a tiny child, I always loved to make up stories and invent characters. Kids my age would pretend to be a specific princess or superhero, but I would create my own.

When I got a little older, I started to write down all the stories in my head. I got pretty good at it, and my teachers and parents were impressed. I would show off my writing to anyone who was willing to listen to a 9 year old rant on about her characters and eagerly watch them read every printed page. It was no surprise to anyone when I was designated “gifted” in grade 4. (Screw the gifted program for real tho) For the next two years, all I did was write. It was this primal urge to tell stories that I just couldn’t satisfy, and I started to win awards in school and at the city levels. However that all ended when I was in 7th and 8th grade.

I had a writing coach who was awful. He was also my gifted program teacher and he definitely had a superiority complex. He was condescending, overly critical, sometimes downright rude, and took every opportunity to tear down my confidence. I’ve always liked getting constructive criticism but there was nothing positive I could have taken away from this dude. So after I graduated middle school, I had no motivation to write anymore.

My parents were confused, they didn’t understand how I went from loving something so much to refusing to even read my old writing. In the winter of 9th grade, my family went through a difficult time, and my mental health collapsed. To cope I started writing free verse poetry because that was the only way I could freely express myself, and it was a familiar medium. (I used to give my mom poems to read when I couldn’t express my feelings out loud) However, I would have sooner burnt my notebooks than show anyone. My short stories were for the world but my poetry felt intimate, like a diary.

Eventually I got out of that slump, went to therapy, and recovered, but I continued writing poetry. When my first boyfriend broke my heart in 10th grade, I wrote him letters and poems (never sent them of course) to cope. In the second semester of 10th grade I befriended some senior drama/English students who took me to a poetry reading where some of them preformed and encouraged my writing in a way no one had before. They also played dnd and other similar games so they were all very creative with their characters. Seeing them so passionate about their writing made me realize that I didn’t need to hide mine anymore. In a few weeks from now, I am preforming an original poem at a poetry reading and playing my first monster of the week campaign. Sending so much love to those 3 guys. But here’s the most exciting part.

I have started writing a short story, and I’m so excited about it. It’s been a long time, but I forgot how much I love it. My characters feel like my friends and I’m committed to telling their story. Poetry is still my favourite style of writing but it feels so freeing to be able to enjoy creating stories again. So in conclusion, Mr. S, I hope you get hit by a situationally ironic bus, and to my fellow writers, IT WILL GET BETTER. YOU CAN TAKE A BREAK FOR YEARS, OR CHANGE STYLES, YOU ARE STILL A WRITER AND NO ONE CAN TRULY TAKE THAT FROM YOU.

I love you all,

-PoetOfTheUnseenStars

[wtchbtchj]

Beneath the Surface

Klitz x Female!Reader

Summary: when swimming in freezingly cold water with your half naked crush, there's really only one proper way to warm up.

Word Count: 1.8k

just some fluff with a bit nsfw content, hope you enjoy <3

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He could think of about a million things he'd rather be doing right now - drowning himself in the bathtub for example, or even worse, watching porn with Eli again.

It took Matthew and Eli almost an hour to convince Klitz to go to this stupid party, Matthew's main argument being their lack of "proper highschool experiences". Frankly, Klitz didn't care too much about spicing up his current life.

He'd only been there for about half an hour and he had already lost the other two members of their "tripod" in the horde of horny teens. Eli was the first to disappear, making a vow to "finally getting some" tonight and storming off into the large crowd.

10 minutes later Matthew disappeared aswell, apparently very keen on joining a game of beer pong with his new neighbor.

So there he now sat in the living room, holding a red solo cup in his hand and hoping for the vodka cran to quickly numb his senses - especially his hearing one. The music was downright atrocious, giving him a terrible headache in the span of only a few minutes.

"Not enjoying ourselves, are we?"

Oh fuck. Was it really you?

His head shot up immediately, trying to figure out whether that all too familiar voice was actually addressing him right now.

Turns out you were, looking him straight into the eyes and giggling at his previously very much irritated face. All he could think about in that moment was how stunning you looked in that short black dress.

You plopped down directly next to him onto the sofa, leaning back and raising your eyebrow at him, waiting for the quite obvious answer.

He wanted to pat himself on the shoulder for emptying out 2 solo cups already, feeling his usual shyness around you drop down to a much more manageable level.

"Uh no...this party really sucks actually." He admitted the obvious, giving you a tight lipped grin in the process.

Klitz had been crushing on you for almost 2 years now, falling quite quickly after being assigned as your partner for a science project in 10th grade and realizing you were not only gorgeous but also insanely clever.

Y/N had always been nice to him, never showing any romantic interest of course - not that he would have noticed at least - but making him feel all fuzzy when merely greeting him every morning. At the end of the day you were simply just acquaintances.

As your surroundings got louder you leaned closer to his face, your dress riding up your thighs a bit.

"Agreed. Whoever put this playlist together deserves jail time.", you mumbled into his ear.

He noticed a slightly noticable slurring in your voice, coming to the conclusion that you probably had some of these drinks before walking over here aswell.

Klitz laughed quietly and held his cup into the air, offering a silent cheers of "absolutely not wanting to be here" to you, which you gladly clinked your own cup to.

Your gaze abruptly diverted towards the window, a sudden idea popping into your head.

"Are you wearing boxers?"

Klitz choked on his drink, giving you a wide-eyed look. What did she just say?

His startled face and a barely audible 'Excuse me?' made you giggle out loudly, in awe of how flustered he got.

"Don't worry, Klitzy.", you chuckled softly, "Was jus' wondering if you'd wanna go for a swim? I'm really hot right now."

Yes you fucking are oh my god.

"Uhh you sure? It's a bit chilly outside..."

He knew he shouldn't be finding excuses right now, just going along with it and go for a damn swim with you.

"Scared of the cold, Klitzy?", you raised your eyebrows at him teasingly.

No actually, just scared of getting a hard-on in the middle of this damn party, swimming with you in your underwear and all. Also having to undress himself? Oh god.

He chugged the rest of his drink, finally feeling the liquid courage kick in properly.

"Fuck it. Let's go.", Klitz said abruptly, throwing his empty cup onto the messy table, flexing his fingers and reaching for your hand.

You had never seen this side of him, quite intrigued with the newfound bravery. You gladly took his hand, letting him softly guide you through the crowd.

Klitz felt like his brain was kind of mushy, not really processing all his actions properly but also not caring in the moment. He was holding your hand.

You were quite surprised to find the usually packed pool almost empty, understanding however after bending down and dipping your fingers in. He wasn't wrong, the water was surprisingly cold.

"You were right. It really is cold.", you admitted a bit embarrassed.

Now he was the one to chuckle, feeling the alcohol warm up his body quickly.

"What? Scared of the cold, Y/N?"

Was he really teasing you right now?

You let out a huff sound, eyeing him up challengingly, don't think I'll do it?

"Zipper please.", you turned your back to him, knowingly teasing him in return.

He looked at you in disbelief. Come on Klitz, she just wants you to open the zipper on her dress. No biggy. "Uh...sure."

He didn't think any amount of alcohol could make him feel calm right now. He tried his best however, grabbing the zip fastener and pulling it down quickly. He looked to the side of course, not wanting to stare at your black bra straps or, god forbid, the curve of your now almost bare hips.

You heard him take a deep breath, chuckling at the confused glances of some people near you. You didn't look back at him, simply just stepped out of your dress, made a 90 degree turn and took a dive into the water.

Damn. He didn't expect you to go that fast.

He quickly stripped off his black shirt and opened up his belt, watching you come up and breathe heavily, yelping a fast "Oh FUCK that's cold."

Klitz hurried out of his pants, quietly thanking his past self for choosing decent looking plaid boxers earlier.

You watched him carefully lowering his bent arms and going into the water, making sure not to get his glasses too wet. He winced at the cool temperature but smiled at the sight of you swimming towards him, straight away making him feel all fuzzy and warm again.

To his dismay, the cold water had sobered him up a bit, forcing him to go back to his usual shyness. This was such a bad idea.

You didn't want him to back away however, your teeth clattering and heart beating fast at the adorable sight in front of you. He looked like a panicked cat who just fell into the bathtub, body twitching around to compensate the cold.

You decided to be bold, grabbing his shoulder and pressing your torsos closer, basically hugging him underwater. You sighed out in content, enjoying how warm and cozy he made you feel.

"First cardinal rule of survival, right?"

Both your hearts felt like they were about to bust out of your chests. He felt like he was about to faint. All his senses were filled up with you; your perfume smelled like vanilla and musk, your bra-covered breast lightly pressed against him, your quiet steady breathing ringed in his ears, toning out the blasting music in the background completely. He was unable to speak or move, just wanting to feel you even closer but not having the courage to pull you in.

Realizing how intimate this was you pulled away quickly, interpreting his lack of movement as discomfort.

"Oh god I'm really sorry Klitz, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.", you apologized worryingly, fearing you might have just ruined the moment with your hastiness.

He furrowed his eyebrows together, looking a bit upset even. Not upset because of what you did of course, but because you stopped touching him. He really did yearn for you now, all wariness disappearing at once and him carefully cupping your reddened face with his large hands.

"Don't apologize.", he mumbled softly.

You reached your hand up to brush his brown hair aside and decided to carefully take off his now wet glasses and set them aside onto the pool deck. You just stared at him lovingly now, mirroring him by cupping his cheeks and caressing them softly.

"I really don't think you have any idea how beautiful you are, Klitz."

He felt like he was in a dream, feeling the need to pinch himself but also not wanting to let go of your rosy cheeks.

He couldn't help but blurt out a quiet "Is this real?", clearly just accidentally making his own thoughts audible.

You just gave him a soft chuckle as a response, finally leaning in and closing the gap between you. Klitz felt like he was about to explode, feeling your soft lips on his and having absolutely no clue what to do now. If his thoughts weren't so occupied with you he'd probably be thinking about how pathetic he was, 18 years old now and never having kissed a single girl.

You felt him panicking a little and decided to guide him a bit, placing his hands on your waist and deepening the kiss slowly.

"It's fine baby, just follow my rhythm okay?", you whispered soothingly into his ear, while he felt like his skin was on fire. Neither of you could feel the cold anymore.

You decided to fully enter his mouth with your tongue, feeling his hesitation but quickly finding a rhythm you both could ease into. The kiss quickly got heated, making you subconsciously wrap your thighs around his abdomen and hands grab onto his shoulders.

Having you wrapped around him made it very hard to concentrate on not slipping on the smooth pool tiles. You didn't notice his feet slipping forward, way too distracted with your hands tangled in his soft hair and occasionally even having his hardened crotch brush against you.

So he slipped, pulling you both underwater into the bright blue. His grip on your waist tightened quickly, wanting to pull you above the surface.

You didn't have it however, proceeding to pull him further down, enjoying the peace and quiet underwater, free from the blaring music and lingering stares you two were met with above.

Even through his blurry vision he could see you smiling before you leaned in to kiss him again. Neither of you cared about the air running out, the need for air replaced by the pure need for each other.

[knewyouwereaweirdo]

I adore your headcanons, I was wondering if you could give us our 5 theatre teens being chaotic headcanons?

awe, thank you! really appreciate it! :)

"5 theatre teens being chaotic" headcanons, coming right up!

- they've all realized that, throughout their time together, that they all used to be very chaotic children (still are).

meena: look, what's the worst thing you guys have done as a kid?

ash: kicked my 5th grade teacher in her shin—

porsha: ate a jar of mayo that was two years past its expire date—

johnny: spilled legos on my dad's treadmill while he was using it—

nooshy: ooh, i burned down a house once!

meena: what's wrong with you guys?!

johnny: a lot of things, apparently.

ash: no shit.

- one of the things they love doing from time to time is hiding johnny's prized converses (it's literally the only shoes he wears).

- "oi, have you guys seen my converses? i swear i left them here earlier to change into my costume—"

- and then he turns to see the other four desperately stuffing his shoes into the fireplace.

- "mY COnvERsEs—"

johnny: look, guys, I need sum help.

meena: emotional support?

nooshy: love advice?

porsha: financial help?

ash: help hiding a body?

everyone: *stares at ash*

ash: what?

- ash and nooshy are the ones who come up with the bad ideas.

- porsha is the one who unconditionally agrees and sets off to do whatever it is before anyone else.

- johnny is the responsible brother who gets the final say (but usually does it with them anyway because he's like that).

- meena is the one who only does whatever it is if johnny is also doing it because she knows he can talk their way out of it.

meena: hey guys, i just came to—

also meena: *sees ash shoving nooshy into the washing machine while porsha records and johnny watches*

meena: *slowly retreats* ... actually, something came up.

- porsha texts the group chat at random times, usually it's at two or three in the morning.

- sometimes all of them are awake at that time because they're a bunch of insomniacs who can relate to each other.

february 10th, 2022 - 3:08 a.m.

porsha: heyyy i'm going to go get ice cream <3

johnny: what?? no don't, it's 3am and it's dangerous

porsha: *sends selfie of herself going out*

johnny: ur going?? hold up i'm coming with you

nooshy: count me in!!

ash: me too!!

meena: im only going if johnny buys

johnny: why is it always like this

- they all take things very seriously sometimes.

- really, they never know when to tune it down.

ash: ah, well, fuck capitalism. it's a rigged system that incessantly increases the gap between the rich and the poor, that's why society is so messed up.

johnny: despite having slavery abolished years ago, we're still determined where we are on the social hierarchy according to our wealth within the status quo. How is this fair?

nooshy: animals should not have to work three jobs just to be able to afford basic necessities! if the government wants to help the country's people, they better do it right—

meena: *carefully collects the cards and fake cash* aaaand that's enough monopoly for today.

- they talk about their relationship statuses like they're not a big deal.

- they literally share everything with each other.

- if someone seems like they're keeping something to themselves, they will go full lengths to get it out of them (nooshy grabs whoever it is by the shoulders and violently shakes them).

porsha: soooo, spill the deets!

johnny: what "deets"?

ash: you know!

johnny: what do i know?

nooshy: um, your first kiss with ryan?

johnny: ... wet.

- do not let nooshy into the kitchen. i repeat, do not let nooshy into the kitchen.

- do not let porsha into the kitchen. i repeat, do not let porsha into the kitchen.

- on second thought: do not let nooshy, ash, porsha, and johnny all into the kitchen at once.

porsha: guys, nooshy and i are cooking dinner tonight! :D

ash: is that a threat?

meena: johnny, go get the fire extinguisher.

- more chat conversations because they have the most chaotic conversations (buster shouldn't see their chat history).

ash: guys so like, say you see a bunch of objects in front of you

ash: which item would you think would be a murder weapon?

porsha: a rope?

meena: a knife ig??

johnny: nunchucks

nooshy: a banana

ash: wait why banana

johnny: i mean to be fair, one banana does have 450mg of potassium

nooshy: it can be used to irradiate them obviously

(+ might add more if i get bored!)

(disclaimer: i know one of these was from harry potter but honestly i couldn't resist.)

[probablyquestionablerpgideas]

Also sorry for the lack of ideas lately, i have plenty, but uh. Anxiety has decided to amp up by 50% since getting home cause this semester of school was awful and home hasn’t historically been the best place for me? Like. Life kind of seems to be going okay rn so thats all well and good, but shit is hitting the fan mental health wise despite things being okay, so. I kind of want to work on that a bit before getting too concerned about rpg ideas

[lonelyl00n]

Je T'aime | Yandere! Joy

Summary: When your childhood bully won't let go of you.

Warning: manipulation, abuse of power, controlling relationship, jealousy, mention of killing

wc: 1.5K

This is was inspired by my favorite song Je T'aime by Hey. When I found out that Joy did a cover of that song, I got the creativity to create this. I wanted to get all of this out of my head, so it may feel a bit rushed in some areas.

You were in the library when you felt someone put their hands over your eyes. “Guess Who?”

“Hmmm.” You joked as you tapped your finger on your chin. “Is it…Namjoon?”

Your eyes were uncovered the second you said that. You laughed at Joy’s angry expression. “I told you not to mention him.”

“Sorry, sorry. What brings you here.”

“What do you mean what brings me here? It’s our night out.” Joy gasps.

“I’m sorry Joy, I don’t think I can do it tonight. Namjoon was supposed to be tutoring me, but I’ve been waiting for like thirty minutes.”

“I’m one of the smartest kids in the school. I’m in the Top 10 you know. Why didn’t you ask me?” Joy pouted.

You laughed at her outburst. “First of all, your parents would sue the school if you weren’t in Top 10, so that doesn’t really mean much.”

Joy's father was the CEO of a famous luxury brand, while her mom is a retired actress who was popular in the late 80's and 90's. Her parents had more money than you and your family could ever dream of. Growing up bouncing around from different relative’s basements made a lot of the kids at school growing up, make fun of you.

Especially Joy.

In 4th grade, is when she would begin to make your life a living hell. She would steal your lunch money and give you foods that she knew you were allergic to. She would constantly call you fat and make rude comments about you to her friends.

It got worse in 10th grade, when she made an announcement over the PA system that whoever talked, touched, or even looked at you would get beat up. She bought you and her matching rings at cost more than $1000, and would make you wear it all the time. She bought you clothes, gave you money, and even managed to convince her parents to buy your family an apartment with three bedrooms and a balcony.

 She basically owned you. You weren’t allowed to go out on the weekends because of her security guards guarding your apartment door. When you did try to leave the apartment, which you never succeeded, you would be taken by the guards to the Park Mansion and have to sit on Joy’s lap as you two watched a movie, as punishment.

You hated the power she had, you always did, she even forced you to go to the same college that she was going to, by threatening to hurt your Aunt Irene.

You reluctantly agreed to her ‘idea’, not wanting to hurt your family members that helped your family so much.

So now you followed Joy around the campus like a little puppy, while everyone else thought that you guys were just close friends who liked being near each other.

“And second of all.” you continued. “We are supposed to be working on a project together.”

Joy furrowed her eyebrows while thinking. A project? With a boy?! She thought she had already told all of your professors to not give you any partners at all. Especially a boy.

“I know what your thinking.” Y/N claimed, seeing the looked on Joy’s face. “But we went to London for a whole month, and this was a month-long project. I can’t do it alone.”

“Fine, then I’ll help you.” Joy suggested.

“But Namjoon has to get this grade too.”

“Why do you worry about other people so much, come on let’s just start this.”

You and Joy spent all night, researching, printing, and decorating your poster board. By the time you guys were finished it was 2 a.m.

“Well, that was quicker than I expected. I guess I’ll have to make a new reservation for tomorrow.” Joy sighed. “Let’s go home.” She said as she intertwined your hands and walke out the library.

As part of the deal, Joy had you move into a luxury 2-bedroom apartment that was about an hour away from campus. Joy demanded insisted that you shouldn’t use public transportation anymore because now, with the help of her money, you were worth a lot. Throughout your high school experience, Joy never let you get a driver’s license, so she has the pleasure of driving you to and from campus, always knowing your whereabouts.

You looked out the car window without having anything to do. As punishment for talking to a boy, Joy had taken your phone claiming that the only person you needed to talk to was always right beside you. “What do you want to eat.” She asked you.

“McDonald’s.” You say robotically. McDonald’s was the only fast food place that Joy allowed you to eat. It was the place she found your family at in 10th grade.

It was on a rainy day that your Aunt Irene had kicked you, your parents, and your little brother out of her basement for being a burden, which you didn’t understand because just a week ago your Aunt had said you all staying there was the best thing to happen for her since her illness was starting to worsen.

So, with no where to go and barely any money, your parents took you all to McDonald’s to split one box of 20 piece chicken nuggets, and 4 small drinks for each member of the family.

As you were told by Joy, her family's trailer had broken down on the way back home from the airport, so Joy offered to walk to the nearest building while her parents berated the driver. The nearest place just so happened to be the McDonald’s you and your family were at.

You instantly recognized Joy when she walked through the door, just like how Joy instantly recognized you. She sat a table across from the booth your family was at, and pulled out her phone. Gosh, were you so amazed. You had never had a phone before. Your parents only had one that they shared, and you didn’t have friends (because of Joy’s rules) to let you use theirs. Joy smiled at you awe-filled eyes and continued talking on the phone.

You didn’t even realize that you were staring at her until your mom slapped your wrist and told you to stop. When the phone call ended, Joy stood up and walked towards your table. You looked at the ground, afraid that she too would scold you. “Hello L/N’s. I’m Park Sooyoung.” She started. You heard a gasp in front of you and looked at your parents, who were looking at the entrance doors. A tall man wearing a suit, and a woman carrying a Chanel bag. Walked through the door.

Joy looked back and laughed. “Oh, those are my parents.” They came up to your booth, both shoke hands your parents and stood behind Joy. ”We wanted to give your family a place to stay, would you let us.” You mother, being the biggest fan of Joy’s mother growing up instantly nodded, while your father thought about it for a few seconds before evening his Wife’s beautiful smile. A smile he hadn’t seen since their wedding day. He agreed as well.

That night was significant to you because not only did your family get a place to reside, but it was also the first time that Joy was nice to you. Since that day she started treated you better, still not letting you talk to anyone else, but she was nice.

Although Joy would never tell you this, it was that night that she fell in love with you, completely.

After eating. You and Joy got into the bed that you two shared. Yes there were two bedrooms in your apartment, but you couldn’t sleep in a room by yourself.

You had slept in a room with somebody your whole life, it felt uncomfortable. So on the first week of living here, you asked Joy if you could sleep with her, even okay with sleeping on the ground. Joy let you into her bed, and sang you to sleep.

That became your routine every night after that. However tonight was different, you feel asleep the minute you got into bed. Joy snuck out of the bed and turned you alarm off. You didn’t need to go to school tomorrow, you wouldn’t have time anyways. Her makeup crew that were going to come today were rescheduled to come tomorrow. The day she had been waiting for since that night was going to happen.

 All of you and her family members were going to be at that restaurant and would watch as she would get down on one knee, just like in the romance movies, and propose to you. Just thinking about tomorrow made her heart flutter. Yes, she was furious about the change of plans today, but she would never take it out on you. Instead, she took it out on that Namjoon guy behind the library. Ugh! Just thinking about him getting close to you was sickening. She had her men take care of his body for her.

She kissed your cheek and whispers in your ear, “I love you.”

Everything was set in her plan. She loved you, and you…would have no choice but to love her. You were hers after all. Hers to love.

[freddie-weaselbee]

Grade A Business//F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Brief semi-nudity, slight language, two suggestive comments, y/n drools on fred but like in a cute way

Summary: As one businessman makes a trip across the ocean to talk to new investors, he meets his new partner, someone a lot more familiar than he was expecting. 

Prompts: Only One Bed with dialogue prompts “if we get caught, I’m blaming you” and “I don't want to be alone”

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Day 2 of @theweasleyslut‘s 2k writing challenge

  Fred had never gotten used to traveling on Muggle airplanes. He never had a need to before, not with everything being a train ride, floo network, or apparition away. But as he and George progressed into adulthood, and the businessman life no less, they found themselves constantly on the move and needing a fast and easy way to travel without drawing suspicion. Except for the one time that Fred’s magical briefcase set off every airport security system imaginable, but he’d learned from that mistake. 

He was relieved to be exiting the JFK airport in New York City, clutching his luggage and thanking Merlin that his feet could now touch solid ground. Being in one of those huge steel contraptions was nothing like flying in a broom. He had no control over anything and it drove him absolutely insane. Luckily, he was safe now, and one step closer to being done with this awful business trip. 

At the beginning of their business endeavors, Fred and George would travel together, trying to pick up business at other locations for Weasleys’ Wizards Wheezes. But as the shop grew and the locations became more and more foreign (so far having shops in Paris, Cairo, and Madrid) the brothers realized that the operations would have to be solo missions to allow for the other to run the shop for longer periods of time. Usually Fred didn’t mind taking the trips by himself. In fact, he rather enjoyed the alone time and flexibility in schedule. But this meeting was supposed to be a big one, and he was feeling quite nervous about having to tackle it himself. 

Big investors located in the states were meeting with him to discuss opening a joint operation in New York City, combining his shop with another renowned wizard business that they deemed would be most profitable. Fred groaned internally just thinking about it. He didn’t want to have to share this new shop with anyone, no matter what the new investors thought. What if the other co-owner was a horrible person? Or worse, what if they had no sense of humor? They’d ruin the Weasley reputation and make it some boring book store. Or puzzle shop? Honestly Fred didn’t know much about the other business, just that he already didn’t like it. 

Hailing a cab, a trick his sister-in-law Hermione had shown him years ago, Fred lugged all of his prototypes--skillfully hidden from Muggle eyes and detection systems by layers of spells--into the trunk before hopping in, giving the address of the hotel the investors had booked for him. He was about to shut the door when a panting scream startled him enough to make him stop. 

“Wait! Hold the cab!”

Doing as he was told, Fred kept the door open and allowed the stranger to climb in, suitcase and all. 

“Thanks,” you said, Fred noting your distinct British accent and strikingly familiar features. “I really need to get to my hotel, I appreciate it--”

“Y/N?”

Shocked, you finally looked at your ride partner’s face for the first time. Soft brown eyes. Freckled face. Bright ginger hair. 

“Fred?! Fred Weasley?” You knew for a fact you weren’t mistaken, this was definitely the Fred you remembered. Or maybe it could have been George? It had been so long since you had seen either of them. Since Hogwarts, in fact. 

Luckily, Fred nodded, confirming your belief that this was the older Weasley twin and saving yourself from heaps of embarrassment. “Y/N L/N, what are you doing here?”

Fred and you both wore matching grins, stretching from ear to ear. What an insane coincidence. What were the chances that you two would be in the same cab, in the same city, in the same foreign country?

“I’m actually here for business,” you said. “After Hogwarts I opened my own shop--”

“Excuse me,” the cab driver interrupted, wasting no time with politeness nor formalities. “But I have cars lined up behind me and I don’t know where you wanna go little lady. So let’s get on with it, if you will.”

“Oh, yeah of course. It’s, umm, oh shit which hotel was it? It’s on 53rd and 10th, I know that…” You trailed off, trying to remember what your hotel was called. You dug around in your purse, hoping to find a piece of paper with the name on it. “I think it was called--”

“Lotus Hotel.”

It was Fred who had interrupted you, once again, and once again you were just as bewildered as before.

“That’s right,” you said after a few seconds of confused silence. “Yes, yes the Lotus Hotel please,” you told the driver with confidence. Turning back to Fred you tried in earnest to understand what was happening. 

“So same location?” the driver asked, to which Fred confirmed before you were speeding off down the crowded streets of the city. 

“Oh, I get it,” you said in understanding. “Same hotel as me?”

“That is correct, love. What are the odds?” He wiggled his eyebrows in a half suggestive half just plain goofy manner, awkwardly shuffling so that his long legs had room amongst your many bags. 

“That is quite a coincidence,” you agreed. “Funny thing is, I didn’t even choose the location. I have a business meeting in the morning with possible investors and they set everything up for the stay.”

Fred’s mouth practically dropped open at what you had said. “You’re kidding. These investors don’t happen to be Robbie Goldstein and Rachel McMillan, do they?”

“Ok, you need to stop doing that,” you said, officially freaked. “That’s the third time you’ve predicted something and it’s starting to creep me out. You never were very good at legilimency.”

He hushed you quickly, hoping the cab driver hadn’t caught onto the magical term you just used. Thankfully, he was too focused on the roads to notice. 

“Ok, Y/N, one last question.”

“And then you’ll explain how you know all this?”

Fred ignored your question and continued with his own. “You said you opened a business. Are you perhaps meeting with another business owner to discuss a collaboration on a new store opening in the city?”

“Yes!” you said, eager to know how Fred could have known that. Was this another one of his pranks? Did he have hidden cameras in the cab somewhere? “How do you know all this?”

He only laughed, a joyous and very relieved grin overtaking his face. Sticking out his right hand, he grabbed yours and shook it eagerly. “Well, Miss L/N, it’s a pleasure to be reacquainted. I’m Frederick Weasley, your new potential partner.”

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“You know, you haven’t changed a bit.”

“Oh thank Godric, I was worried you’d think I was grown up and mature now.”

You laughed heartily as you dragged your bags out of the cab, thanking the driver before he grunted annoyedly and drove off. Your drive from the airport had gone faster than expected, mostly due to the fact that you and Fred had so much to catch up on. 

After he and George had left Hogwarts in their grand exit, they’d created the shop they’d always dreamed of, parking it right in the middle of Diagon Alley. You, on the other hand, went about creating your success in a much more conventional way. After finishing your last year of school, you started working full time at Zonko’s at Hogsmeade, trying to save up enough money to start your own business. 

Many long hours and tiring days later, you opened up your little place, a toy store and puzzle shop. It was a similar setup to what the Weasleys did, but as you described it, “my toys don’t blow up in the user's face.”

You were now very excited for tomorrow’s meeting, the one you had been dreading beforehand. Your business was much smaller than Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and this would be your first international location. You were afraid that the owner you would be forced to work with would be some stuck up rich big whig who wouldn’t allow you to keep any of your small business charm in the new location. But learning that you would be working with Fred, well that was a relief for many reasons. 

Fred rang the hotel desk bell, chatting happily about ideas for the shared shop and new products that fit with what both of you wanted to do. 

“Hello there,” said the hotel receptionist, coming around the corner. “What can I do for you today?”

“Two night stay for Frederick Weasley,” said Fred. “Should’ve been booked by Robbie Goldstein.”

The young man typed quickly into his computer before offering Fred a hotel key card. “Here you are Mr. Weasley, room 504. We serve complimentary breakfast from 6 to 9 every morning down in our west hall. If you need anything don’t be afraid to call down and we’ll assist you in any way we can.”

Fred nodded at the man. “Thank you, I appreciate it.” He turned to leave before you grabbed his shirt sleeve and pulled him back. 

“Wait for me,” you said. “I’m not finished talking to you yet.”

Fred smiled and waited behind you as you took your turn at the desk. 

“Y/N L/N, also booked by Robbie Goldstein.” 

He clicked away again but paused for a few seconds, seemingly confused. “You said Y/N L/N?”

Starting to get nervous, you nodded. “Yes, that’s me. Is the reservation not there?” You didn’t want to think about having to find somewhere else to stay, especially because it was getting so late. 

“Oh no,” the man replied. “It’s here all right.” Ignoring the confused looks you and Fred were giving each other, the receptionist handed you a hotel key card and gestured to the elevator. “Thank you for choosing to stay with us. You’ll be staying for two nights in room 504. Don’t forget to enjoy our complimentary breakfast from 6--”

“I’m sorry,” Fred interrupted. “But that’s my room. You did say 504, right?”

“Yes sir,” he replied, not bothering to try to understand the predicament. “Mr. Goldstein booked one room for the both of you.”

Your eyes widened and you looked at Fred, silently asking him to help you figure this out. But instead, Fred just broke out laughing, having to brace himself on the front desk. 

“I guess that’s what you expect when you let two investors who specialize in pranking shops make the room accommodations.”

“This isn’t funny Fred,” you said, although you had to give Robbie and Rachel credit for this joke. Turning to the receptionist, you sighed and ran your hands through your hair. “There’s at least two separate beds, right?”

He glanced down at his computer screen before looking back up at you with a guilty smile. “Well, about that…”

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“Alright, I’ll take the couch, I’m sure it’s a pullout, it has to be.”

Fred stood in the doorway watching you mumble mostly to yourself. As tired as he was and as much as he wanted to just lie down and sleep, somehow watching you freak out about the sleeping arrangements was a much better use of his time. 

He watched as you threw the pillows and cushions off of the couch and felt around for a lever, something, anything that would allow you a place to rest. Your face lit up as you felt a small impression and yanked with all your might, only causing you to thump backwards onto your butt on the hotel room floor. 

Kicking off his shoes, Fred jumped onto the bed, sighing as he let his body relax. “Come on in darling, there’s plenty of room for the both of us.”

He opened one eye slightly, just enough to see your reaction. You were trying again to make the couch open, although you both knew that it wasn’t a pullout. Nevertheless, you kept pulling at every spot you thought could make a difference. 

It reminded Fred of the good old days, back at Hogwarts when you two were so close. You were always so stubborn, and he didn’t realize just how much he had missed having you in his life. He always wondered what happened to you after he and George left, but with the shop opening up and the war around the corner, he never had the thought to write you or track you down. He hoped this time after you two parted ways you would still remain in touch. 

You groaned loudly, slapping the couch with one of the pillows you had thrown earlier. Nothing was going as planned and you couldn’t be more annoyed. 

“Fine,” you huffed. “I’ll just sleep on the couch, no need for a pullout.” You stomped over to the bed and angrily pulled the blanket from off of him. 

“Hey!” he shouted, trying to grab it back but you were too quick. “That’s not fair, it’s cold!”

“If you get the bed,” you said, wrapping yourself up, “then I get to stay warm. Now go to sleep, I’ll see you in the morning.”

He couldn’t help but giggle at the small bundle of you wrapped up in the hotel quilt, looking like an angry little burrito. Standing, he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it in the corner, followed next by his undershirt before he unbuckled his belt. He turned to face you slowly, feeling your eyes on him as they peeked out of your wrapping. 

You quickly turned your gaze and glared at the floor. “What are you doing?” you said, hoping Fred didn’t see the blush rising to your cheeks. He did. 

He continued to undress, leaving him only in a pair of red boxers that left little to the imagination. “Going to bed, as you said,” he replied nonchalantly. He grabbed a toothbrush from his suitcase and made his way to the bathroom, making sure to walk extra slowly and give you a longer show. 

“This is so unprofessional!” you yelled after him. 

“We’re not business partners until tomorrow, love,” Fred said with a mouthful of toothpaste. “As far as I see it we can do anything we want tonight.”

Rolling your eyes, you shed the large blanket and grabbed an oversized t-shirt from your bag, hoping you’d be able to change before Fred finished in the bathroom. As he emerged, he saw the tail end of you throwing the shirt on, flashing your thighs and part of your panties for half a second. He averted his eyes out of respect, but that didn’t stop his imagination from running away with what he just saw. 

You shuffled past him, taking your turn in the bathroom. How in the world had this happened? How had a nice catch-up with a friend turned into an awkward back and forth the night before the most important business meeting of your life?

All you wanted to do was fall asleep, go through with whatever tomorrow brought you, and pretend like this never happened. But as you came out of the bathroom, you saw that Fred had taken the blanket back, leaving you with nothing except your t-shirt and an uncomfortable couch. 

“Fred, let me have it,” you said, trying to yank it from his grip. 

“No,” he mumbled, voice muffled by one of the many pillows he was cuddled with. 

“Frederick Gideon Weasley, give me the blanket now or so help me…”

Instead of responding, he just reached out and patted you on the top of your head before rolling over and pretending to snore. He was infuriating. 

You sulked back to the couch, accepting your defeat. You pulled out all of the clothes in your bag, hoping they could form as some sort of makeshift blanket. But after a few minutes of shivering and curling into the smallest ball possible, you realized that you’d never manage to sleep like this. Fred was staring at you, partially amused and partially concerned. You looked away. 

“You can always share with me, you know,” he said, patting the bed next to him. 

You scoffed and turned away. “Like I said, Fred, we’re soon-to-be business partners. Imagine how that would look! I’m fine right here, thank you.”

After a few seconds of silence you snuck another look at him. He hadn’t moved an inch, and was instead looking more concerned than before. “You’re going to freeze to death over there.”

“Well maybe that’s because someone stole my blanket.”

“The blanket comes with the bed, and the bed comes with me. Take it or leave it.”

It took everything in you not to scream. You wanted that warm, soft, comfortable bed more than anything at the moment. You needed it. Oh but it would send such a bad message if anyone ever found out…

“If we get caught I’m blaming you,” you relented, trudging over to the bed and crawling underneath the covers, ripping the blanket from a very amused Fred. 

“Who’s gonna catch us, Robbie and Rachel? They’re the ones that set this up! Trust me, nothing’s going to happen.” 

“It better not,” you said. “And make sure you stay on your side of the bed, I mean it! No touching.”

“Oh come on, Y/N,” Fred said, rolling slightly closer to you. “You act as if we’ve never done this before. We’ve slept with each other dozens of times.”

Your face went red at his words, wishing he would have phrased it a different way. 

“You know what I mean,” he said quickly, hearing how his words came across. “But the amount of times we’ve cuddled up in the Gryffindor common room or up stargazing in the astronomy tower. It’s just me, there’s nothing to be scared of.”

“We were also 17 and a lot closer back then,” you retorted, remembering the fond memories you had from your high school days. 

Fred huffed and returned to his side. “I’m not saying we weren’t. I just wish you weren’t acting so different now. It’s like we’re barely friends anymore…” His voice drifted off, wishing that he could go back and change the past. It had been 8 years since he last saw you. 8 whole years. Maybe things would’ve been different if he had tried to stay in touch. You’d never even visited his shop in those 8 years, never seen everything he was so proud of. He was stupid to think that one reunion was going to bring back a friendship that was practically already dead. He was even more stupid to think that maybe, just maybe, fate was giving him one last chance to shoot his shot, close to a decade later. What a right idiot he was. 

On the other side of the bed, less than a meter away, similar thoughts raced through your mind. 8 years. Why hadn’t you, in 8 years, made one trip to visit their shop. Sure, there was a war going on and you were busy starting your own shop, but things had been fairly calm the last few years. Why had you never reached out? Almost subconsciously, you reached out physically for Fred. Your hand brushed up against his back before you tensed and drew back. You both stilled for a few moments, before Fred rolled over, facing you. 

The two of you just stared at each other, both playing mental images of what your lives could have looked like the last 8 years if just one of you had done something. 

“You’re not seeing anyone, are you?” Fred asked, breaking the silence. You shook your head. He moved closer. 

“Are you?” you asked. He shook his head. You moved closer. 

Your faces were now about a foot apart. You moved your hand to rest it between your face and the pillow. Fred copied your actions. You laughed softly, the movement causing a strand of hair to fall into your face. 

Fred reached his hand out to move it before hesitating. “Can I?” His voice was so soft, so full of care. His hand hesitated in the air for a second before you nodded. He brushed the strands behind your ear, fingertips so gentle that you got chills up and down your spine. He let his hand linger before it moved to cup your face. “I’ve missed you.”

You smiled and leaned into his touch. “I’ve missed you too, Freddie.”

His hand left your face and moved down to your waist, eyes not leaving yours in case you ever grew uncomfortable. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him just like you used to do all those years ago. You buried your face in the crook of his neck and hummed contently, before both of you slowly drifted off to sleep. 

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“Freddie, Y/N! How are ya!”

Robbie Goldstein, a plump man with fading hair ran up to greet you and Fred in the lobby of his and his partner’s office, shaking both of your hands fervently. 

“Hey Robbie,” said Fred, slapping the man on the back. “I’m glad to be here.”

“Same with me,” you said, glad you could finally meet the man with whom you’d been discussing business through letters in person. 

Robbie looked between the two of you, sly grin on his face. “Ah, so I see you’ve already met them. Wouldn’t happen to be because of a little mishap at the hotel last night, would it?”

You groaned internally, hating that someone else knew about the previous night, but Fred only laughed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 

“A great prank, I must admit, but Y/N and I actually go way back. I’ve known her since I was 11 years old, so nice try. I couldn’t imagine how that would’ve gone if we were complete strangers.”

Robbie’s face fell a little before he shrugged and nodded his head in defeat. “Well, what are the odds of that?”

“Astronomical,” you said, giving Fred a subtle tap with your foot. 

Robbie gestured for the two of you to follow him into the conference room where discussions about the new business would commence. “Well, I’m glad that you two seem to get along then, this is going to make things a lot easier. Oh, and don’t worry about arrangements tonight, I’ve decided not to let my joke stretch on and I booked another room for one of you for your last night in town.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, one that didn’t go unnoticed by Fred, and stepped into the conference room. “Thanks Robbie, that makes things a lot easier.”

“Yeah,” said Fred hesitantly, “thanks for that.”

He shut the door behind you and straightened up. There was no place for personal feelings in this business negotiation. He needed to do what was best for his company and yours, no distractions. No thoughts of crushed hope that suddenly plagued his mind. 

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Fred hated the bed he was sleeping on. Granted, it was the same bed as the night before, but this time it felt different. It felt like it was mocking him. You had been the one to offer to change rooms and it seemed like you couldn’t wait to get out of there and to your own bedroom, free of any Weasleys. It made Fred sick to think about. 

He had just gotten used to the idea of something happening between the two of you. Last night, it all seemed perfect. You had cuddled the same way you had before, talked like nothing had changed. Hell, he even woke up with you lying sprawled out on top of him, a little trickle of drool falling onto his chest. He didn’t mind. 

But now, everything that happened the night before seemed like a dream. 

Fred knew he’d at least get to see you sporadically from now on. Your business negotiations with Robbie and Rachel went great, and the two of you, three counting George, were going to be combining forces and opening a joke and toy shop in the city sometime within the next year. It went exactly how Fred had wanted it to go, and yet so horribly wrong at the same time. 

He didn’t want to only interact with you as a business partner and casual friend. He wanted so much more than you were willing to give him, and having to see you and write you and work with you was going to be torture for him. He buried his face in the pillows, gripping the large blanket to his chest, wishing it was you instead. Stupid Robbie and his stupid pranks and stupid business and--

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Fred lifted his head to check the clock. It was 2 in the morning. Who in the world would be knocking this late at night? Fred slowly got out of bed, too tired to bother putting anything more decent on. He looked through the peephole of the door but his eyes were too blurry to make anything out. Groaning, he unlocked the door and pulled it open. 

Standing in front of him, clothed in the oversized t-shirt from last night and a pair of booty shorts, was you, looking nervous and embarrassed. Fred hadn’t noticed the previous day, but the shirt you had been wearing was one of his old Quidditch practice jerseys, all beat up and way too huge on you. He remembered the day he gave that to you, or rather when you stole it from him because you complained about it being too cold. Fred had to hold back a laugh at the irony. 

“I, umm,” you started, not knowing what to say to him. How were you supposed to explain that you missed him so much that spending one night away from him was too much for you to bear? How last night had been the best sleep you had in years because of how content and at peace he made you feel. How could you convey all of your feelings to him at this very moment?

“I don’t want to be alone.”

Fred wasted no time in picking you up, laughing as you screamed and kicked your legs around. “Fred Weasley, you put me down!”

He did as he was told and threw you onto the bed before jumping, arms and legs spread out, and landing straight on top of you. “I’m so glad you're here,” he said, peppering your cheeks with kisses. He pushed himself up, scanning your face to make sure what he did was ok, but you grabbed his face in your cheeks and pulled him down into a long kiss. Fred smiled through the kiss, almost laughing at how everything was working out. Maybe fate did have something to do with it after all. 

Fred pulled away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “So,” he said, mischief glinting in his eyes, “how about we put this bed to good use?”

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[twinklelilstarkey]

could you do a head cannon with rafe of him dating the “good girl” of the island please?? :)

A/N: I sure can ❤️ - read what I wrote at the end

Type: Mostly fluff, I think.

Warnings: Fem!Reader. Mentions of consumption of alcohol, smoking weed and sneaking out. DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

Part 2

Good Girl - Rafe Cameron [HC]

Rafe would meet you in high school;

He honestly had heard of you before but he never started a conversation or cared enough to look for you since you never would go to his or his friends’ parties;

One day he had to talk to you because a teacher paired you two up randomly for a big project;

He didn’t know who you were at first so he didn’t start a conversation right away;

And you stayed in your corner as well as you took notes about this same project;

You two did talk when the teacher ordered everyone to discuss with their partners about which theme would they be choosing;

But Rafe being himself just said a “You choose”;

And you did as told, keeping in mind what could possibly be interesting for the two of you;

Rafe at first had planned to let you do the project on your own since that is what he has been doing his whole years of high school;

But you didn’t quite like that idea;

Yes, you’re nice, but you’re not going to let him do that;

So, you ignored him, when he said “I’m sure you can manage it yourself”, and said “Great, we’ll be meeting at my house at 5pm then”;

Rafe did think about not going, the whole day, but he ended up on your porch not even 10 minutes past 5;

How did he get your address? You still don’t know;

Like said before, this project was *big*;

Meaning that it will mean a lot to your final grade and also that it has to be 10+ pages long;

Which means that in the two months that your teacher gave you to do it, you two spent a lot of time together;

The first times that you worked together, there was almost no communication;

By the time the 5th page was done, Rafe was already lying down on your bed and whining about not wanting to work and wanting snacks;

Yes, he got comfortable that quick;

You two had started to enjoy each other’s company very much very quickly;

But Rafe started to notice who he was dealing with every time he would try and take you to a party or something of the sort;

He was shocked to know that you had never had alcohol, smoked anything or even do something as simple as sneak out at night;

“Are you even human?” He had asked;

And that intrigued him;

He’s not used to talk to anyone, who hasn’t partied with him before since almost everyone on this island is a party animal, 

And the fact that you are so different, fascinated him;

That fascination grew to be frighting when the first month went by;

Rafe Cameron was falling in love;

And so were you, but he had no idea;

He did try to ignore his feelings and do whatever he did before meeting you;

Going to parties, smoke weed with his friends and go out for lunch whenever it was convenient;

And even though Topper and Kelce would be on his ass every time he would stop talking to answer your texts, he didn’t care;

Oh gosh... and what about the time he stood you up on accident?

You two had planned to finish the 10th page in one night;

And Rafe didn’t show up;

You were cool with it until you saw on social media that he was in a party, with company;

You swallowed the heartbreak and went to sleep, hoping that you would feel better in the morning;

The next day, for Rafe, was God awful;

Not only because of the killing headache, but also because you didn’t even look his way;

His friends made fun of him the whole week too;

He would try and call you, text you and even stop you in the hallways, but you wouldn’t even look up;

So he confronted you;

He found you in the library studying and sat beside you, whispering his distress away;

“Are you mad at me?” He would ask;

And you ignored him, for the most part;

“Did I do something wrong?”, “Did something happen?”, “I really don’t know what is going on”, “Please talk to me”;

“You stood me up” You would simply say;

Rafe had to rewind his whole mind to try and understand when that happened. He went all the way back to when he met you, he was that confused;

“Last week, we planned to finish one of the last pages and you didn’t show up” You reminded him;

“What?”

After much discussion and a lot “shhh” later, you two ended up being kicked out of the library;

And that’s when it clicked in Rafe’s mind what day you were talking about;

He felt awful;

He apologized so many times that you felt overwhelmed at first;

And then he promised to make it up to you;

That boy would not only apologize every day he would talk to you in school or see you after school to work, he would take you out for ice cream, lunch and do all types of going out;

You ended up forgiving him right as the third day went by, but he still felt awful about it;

“Rafe, it’s fine. I already forgot about it”

He would not believe you for one second. There was no way you would be that upset and forgive him within 3 days;

Unless it had something more behind it...

He went digging for information that same afternoon since he didn’t remember that night, almost, at all;

Topper and Kelce were called for service;

And as soon as Kelce said “I don’t know, dude. You were all over some chicks the whole night”, this boy was freaking the hell out;

There was no way, right?

And that question did not leave his mind for 2 weeks, until...

“Do you have a crush on me?”, “Excuse me?”

Oh oh, you shouldn’t have looked at him so shocked;

“No fucking way. You do!”, “No, I do not!”, “Oh yes, you do!”

A whole lot of screaming of whether or not you liked him later, you were starting to get upset;

Even though Rafe didn’t mean it that way, his tone sounded teasing;

“Just shut up, Rafe��

He stopped smiling as soon as you sounded hurt and did not even look up from the computer;

“Hey, baby. I’m just joking” He would say while hitting his arm against your shoulder in a playful way;

“It’s not funny”

You felt more than humiliated;

All the times he laughed while screaming “you do!” replayed on your mind, making everything worse;

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom” You would whisper to him;

“Wait, no. Y/N, please don’t get upset. I didn’t mean it like that” 

He would grab your hand and not let you get up from the ground and run to the bathroom;

He was fighting over his words for most of the time that you stayed silent;

“Look at me”

After some hesitation, you did and he was already frowning, hating to see you this hurt;

“I like you too”

You didn’t believe him at first, you just scowled while looking at him and didn’t say anything;

“Stop joking about it”, “I’m not”, “I don’t believe yo-”, “I promise! I’ve liked you ever since we did the god damn 4th page”, “But those girls at the party-”, “They’re nobody, I promise. I was drunk. I was probably asking them to call my sister to take me home”

You laughed at that and he smiles down at you;

As the silence envelops the two of you, Rafe takes his chance and kisses you;

And you kiss back;

And that is how it all started.

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This was getting too big and I didn’t want to delete this whole beginning, so... does anyone want a part 2 with what anon actually ask for (their whole relationship)?

[I feel awful about this since this is more of a “Rafe falling in love with a good girl” than “dating a good girl”, I’m sorry]

[heartbreakgrill]

Birthday Girl; Luke Alvez

description: pining after a fellow team member adds a little bit of spice to your birthday celebrations

a/n: ahhhhh this is my first time writing for criminal minds and I’m so nervous to share. I want to write more for them, especially for the entire team because they make me happy 😚 enjoy, kids!

“Tonight! Tonight! It all happens tonight!”

You spun your office chair around, facing the giddy glee that was Penelope Garcia. She had a party hat on, extra glitter upon her cheeks, and was singing incredibly off-key. Your eyes flickered to her hands as they moved towards you. Next thing you knew, you were wearing a sparkly, pink princess crown and a sash stating you were the birthday girl.

Your cheeks turned a bright red, but you stood nonetheless and enveloped Penelope in a hug. “Happy birthday, my dearest, most beautiful-est, wonderful, sweet little munchkin baby!”

You giggled into her shoulder, inhaling her sweet perfume and attitude. “Thank you, Pen.”

She squeezed you, rocking the two of you side to side. You wobbled on your heeled booties and took the liberty of pushing her off of you before she could knock you down.

“I swear to the sweet, sweet heavens above that if your birthday gets interrupted by some sick weirdo, I will be absolutely unhappy,” Penelope followed you to your desk as you sat back down. She leaned against it, eyes at the heavens and a fist raised, too.

You planted your elbows on the desk, “It’s okay, Pen. We can always celebrate when we get back, if we have a case. Which we won’t. Because you’re manifesting it.”

Penelope looked at you firmly, “You’re dang right I am. But don’t think I don’t know you’re thinking of ways to get out of it. I know you’re not a little social butterfly, but please, just let me have this one birthday.”

You had worked at the BAU for 5 years, but you were a quiet little thing. You went out for drinks and hung out with your little family often, but you didn’t like when all of the attention was on you. It was slightly unprofessional whenever you would stutter during profiles, but you tried your best.

However, this year, Penelope had managed to talk you into allowing her to throw you a birthday night you would never forget. You didn’t know the itenerary, but the get up she’d put on you was tell enough that it would be all eyes on you.

The rest of the team slowly trickled in as the day began, Penelope continuing to talk your ear off. You responded every once and awhile, sometimes barely able to get much in. Everyone had gotten there, but they came in small crowds, so they hadn’t really noticed you yet.

Spencer was the first to point out the tiara and sash. He was coming over with a cup of coffee and muffin he had bought for you at the cafe down the street. It was your birthday, after all, and he was celebrating with a kind gesture.

He set it down beside your folded hands with a smirk. “What’s this, Y/N?” He tugged at the points on the crown.

You blushed, glaring up at him. You nodded your head towards Penelope, who trailed off and met pretty boy’s eyes. “Don’t even, Reid. It is my baby’s birthday and I am finally allowed to celebrate it,” she warned him with a pointed finger.

The word birthday caught the attention of the rest of the team. Matt was especially drawn in because it was his first year with the team.

“I didn’t know it was your birthday, Y/N,” he spoke from across the aisle.

You spun in your chair, cheeks bright red and lips pursed. “Yes, it is.”

“Well, happy birthday, agent...or, I guess, princess.”

The team burst into laughter, Spencer setting a friendly hand on your shoulder. He leaned down and whispered, “Good luck.”

You turned back to your desk and began to fill out more files. Luckily, everybody found their seats and began their work for the day. The rest of the bullpen had gone up in action. A few minutes later, you looked up as a hastened Luke Alvez bounded through the doors. His desk was right next to yours, divided by the plastic overhangs. He sat down, muttering a good morning without even looking at you.

You were so thankful he didn’t notice the crown. It was enough that the entire team had pointed out the get out, and that tonight, they’d all have their entire attention on you. You didn’t need a hot, fit man teasing you about it, too.

But, eventually, when Luke stood up to get coffee, he saw. “You need a refill, Y/N...”

You knew as soon as he trailed off what was to come. You looked up at him timidly, already red in the face. “Yes, please.”

You held out your coffee cup, eyes not meeting his as he gently smiled at you. “Sure.”

He took the mug and left for the kitchen. Your brows furrowed slightly at the fact that he didn’t even say anything. When he came back, he set the mug down beside your half eaten muffin. His palm planted on your desk and he whispered in your ear, “Happy birthday, princess.”

You hung your head, hot all over the place. It was different when it came from Spence and Matt, who you saw as just friends. You had the biggest crush on Luke. And that just sent you over the edge. You bit down on your bottom lip, hard. Luke slumped into his seat with a cheeky smirk. His eyes glanced over at you occasionally. Oh, god. He knew.

You stood from your desk at lunch time before anybody else, quickly striding to Penelope’s office. You threw the door open and closed, loudly.

“Aw! I was going to bring you lunch to you desk, with this cute little unicorn cupcake I bought for you...you look like you just got flashed. Are you okay?” Penelope pulled you into her abandoned chair.

You let out a deep sigh of breath, tugging off your blazer. “I’m so, I’m so...I’m so ugh! He’s so hot, and he knows it. And I’m pretty sure he knows that I think he’s hot, and he’s just so smug, I can’t deal with it. Like, look at his stupid face, Penelope! It’s- UGH!”

Penelope giggled at your reaction. She grabbed your hands and squeezed on tight. “Listen, my love, deep breaths. Is it really so bad if he finds out you’ve been pining over him for a year?”

“Yes! Yes it would! He’s, like, a 20 outta 10. And I’m, like, at least just a 6,” You exclaimed.

Penelope stomped a foot, making you jump in your seat. “Excuse me! Don’t talk about my best friend like that. You are a 1,000. Hell, you are infinite out of 10. Plus, hes just a man. Since when were you so concerned with men and their opinions?”

“Since one made me feel like I was a 10th grade again...” you pouted up at your friend.

Penelope awed at your expression, dropping your hands and wobbling over to her purse. She brought out a purple unicorn cupcake, as promised. She cracked open the plastic covering and set it front of you.

“Eat away the feelings, love. I will be right back with some flower-cut finger sandwiches and homemade lemonade,” Penelope turned to leave, but you stood and tugged her into a hug.

“I’m sorry for being so grouchy about my birthday. I just hat-“

“The attention. I know. It’s alright,” she pulled back and tapped your nose, “I just want to celebrate my beautiful best friend. After today, I will leave you alone. Forever.”

You scoffed as she left, “Yeah, right.”

The day soon came to a close, though you felt like throwing up as each hour passed. Luke continued to make remarks, little, flirtatious ones that had you squirming in your seat. You bit back with quiet mhm’s and sarcastic one-liners. Each time you focused on your work, you felt his eyes watching you. You flipped him off at one point, only gaining a wolf whistle that made you look up and a cheeky wink with, “You make it so hard to love you.”

Penelope dragged you back to your car and into your apartment as quick as possible. She wouldn’t tell you what time things were happening, or what was happening at all. Just that the team would meet you all there. She tossed open the doors to your closet, tearing through the hangers like a wolf.

“You better be coming tomorrow morning to clean this all up,” you crossed your legs and leaned back in your bed. Your birthday had landed on a Friday, lucky enough.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. I’m just trying to find something that screams, ‘Luke Alvez, let me climb you like a tree, but also bend me over the desk because it is my birthday!’”

You gasped the loudest you had ever, pure shock overcoming you. “Penelope Garcia, that was the filthiest thing you have ever, ever said!”

Penelope was giggling inside your closet, but cut herself off with a gasp that matched your own. “I found it! I found it, I found it.”

She pulled out a black dress you had bought a while ago for JJ’s wedding. You never ended up wearing it because you felt it drew too much attention to your chest, and you were nervous for that. But Penelope threw it over your head and turned her focus to your curling iron.

“No if’s, and’s, or but’s, my love. You are wearing it. No questions! No complaints! Hurry!”

Eventually, you were ready to go, matching Penelope’s height in blush pink, open-toed heels. Penelope had taken off your everyday makeup and went completely nuts. She made you look incredibly hot in a way you couldn’t even describe. You felt attractive as you walked with Penelope to her car.

The first stop on the birthday celebration, after Penelope had argued with you to put back on the crown and sash (you had), was a really fancy restaurant. You and Penelope often admired it from afar, every time you walked this street to shop and get drinks with the girls. One time, you’d even walked in to see how much it would be and automatically turned around.

“Don’t even try to object, just get out of the car,” Penelope had ran around the car after throwing it in park, pulling open your door excitedly.

She grabbed your arm and tugged you from your seat. You stumbled onto your heels, balancing on the concrete of the sidewalk. You clutched your purse to your chest as the feelings of insecurity and nerves inhabited your body. Penelope threw her arm into your and set the pace. Inside, the hostess asked for the name and you weren’t surprised that it was under ‘Rossi.’

The entire team was sitting at a lengthy table in a private, little corner of the building. You slouched as you noticed them, stopping in your tracks. Penelope didn’t say much, just pushed back your shoulders, patted your cheek, and presented a wide grin. You felt slightly better and put on faux confidence as you made your way to the table.

“Hey! Look who finally arrived!” Dave held up his champagne glass, dressed in his same old two piece suit.

Spencer, Emily, and Matt twisted in their seats to look at you. Luke and Dave were across from them and your breath hitched when the former looked up from the menu in his hands. He smiled cheekily, eyes flickering up and down your body.

Everyone stood up, exchanged hugs as if you hadn’t just seen each other. Penelope sat across from Matt, next to Dave, leaving the only open seat at the head of the table, next to Spencer and Luke.

Luke hugged you last, large hands gently pressing against your hip and back. You shivered beneath his touch and he felt the tense slouch you gave. When he pulled back, he whispered in your ear, “You look beautiful.”

With bright red cheeks, you pulled in your chair and sat. Soon enough, Spencer was pouring you champagne, the waiter was collecting orders, and you were picking at a buttery roll. The team was exchanging conversation that you occasionally chimed in on. It was normal routine. You were surprised Penelope hadn’t thrown in the middle of a bowling alley or something along those lines. This was perfect.

The food came, finally, and the conversation slowed somewhat. Luke nudged you with his elbow and you looked up to meet his eyes.

“How’s your birthday going, princesa?” He bit off a piece of steak.

You swallowed, reaching for your champagne. “It’s really good, actually. I was worried Pen would go over the top. But this is good.”

“You’re not one for attention, I noticed,” he flicked his brows up.

You shook your head gently, “It makes me nervous.”

“Well, I apologize for toeing the line with my comments and stuff.”

“No, it’s...” your eyes flickered away from his, but came back, “it’s okay. I...like it.”

Luke grinned widely, eyes glinting, “Oh, really?”

You blushed and looked down, “Don’t push it, Alvez.”

Luke did push it, though, “Hey, it’s cute. You’re cute.”

You kicked him under the table and he went back to his food with a playful laugh.

Eventually, the food was finished. You handed your plate to the waiter before wiping off your hands and sighing. “Does anybody want dessert?”

The team glanced at you and then to Penelope. She shrugged, “No, I’m good.”

You tilted your head, “There’s somewhere else that we’re going, isn’t there?”

Penelope shrugged again, avoiding your eyes and caressing the mouth of her glass. “No, no there isn’t.”

“Okay, then you won’t mind if I just catch a cab home,” you stretched your arms above your head, yawning. “I’m awfully tired.”

Penelope shouted, “No! No, do not move. I will make Luke hold you down if I have to.”

“You always say so much, Pen, so much,” you bantered with a knowing smile.

She huffed, eyes rolling back, “And you always ruin it.”

Luke winked at you before nodding towards an approaching waiter. He held a giant cake in his hands, with lit sparklers and candles. The team broke out into song and you hid your face in your hands.

You felt warm hands on both of yours, pulling them from your space. Luke held your eyes on his, singing softly with the team. He managed to ground you, to make you feel more comfortable in this setting as the cake was put down in front of you. He tugged your hands back and forth in a little dance, drawing a grin to you face.

“Make a wish, princesa,” he pointed to the cake, holding onto one hand.

You shut your eyes, blowing hard and aiming for the candles. They went out, the sparkles fizzling to an end. Suddenly, your face went red hot and you squealed. Spencer took a big glob of frosting on his finger and smeared it all over your face.

You opened your eyes, squinting to avoid getting icing in your eyes. “Spence Reid! What the hell?!”

The team laughed, and you couldn’t help but join them. Luke’s fingers intertwined with yours, settling on your lap. He squeezed.

You took your own bit of frosting and reached across the table. Spencer tried to hide in Emily’s side, but she pushed him into your finger. He stuck his tongue out and licked a bit of frosting from his chin.

You tossed your head back, laughing the loudest you had ever. Emily called from her end of the table, “Well, now we know who our next unsub might be.”

Rossi replied, “And the victimology would be tall, skeletal, dorky men with unbrushed hair and the inability to shut up.”

“Oh, yes! Time to roast Spencer!” You closed your fist around a napkin, shaking it at the doctor. “Yes, yes, yes!”

You didn’t feel as insecure anymore- you finally felt comfortable. Luke’s hand stayed in yours as you began to wipe off your face.

JJ took her turn, “Hey, have some hope. Maybe she’ll only kidnap you.”

“How is that any better?” Spence exclaimed.

Penelope finished JJ’s thought, “Because you’ll bore her so much with your ‘actually’s’ that she’ll just drop you back off where she took you from.”

You wiped at the frosting on your house, probably just smearing it. Luke tapped your hand, holding his palm open. “Here, let me.”

You hesitantly handed him the napkin and he twisted a small section. He dipped it in a forgotten glass of water and using that part to wipe off the frosting.

“You know, I could just lick it off, like Reid, here,” Luke tapped your nose as he moved to the other side of your face.

You squeezed his hand, giggling, “In privacy.”

“Oh?” He retracted his hand, but you grabbed his wrist and pulled it back in place. “Oh, I see. I see. So I just have to get you alone.”

You swallowed, hard, a silence expanding between the two of you. His face fell slightly and he dropped his hand. You didn’t stop him.

“Are you being serious? Or is this just another banter of yours?” You muttered, hoping nobody was listening.

Luke sighed, pressing his elbow into the table and rubbing his forehead. His head hung low, but he looked up at you through his eyelashes. “You tell me.”

You squirmed under his gaze, redder than you’d ever been. Your mout hung agape and you tried to form a sentence. But, Penelope interrupted the moment. She came to your side with a butter knife and started cutting slices out of the cake for everyone.

“Here you go, my birthday queen!” Penelope set the first slice down in front of you.

You moved your hand and gaze from Luke, brandishing a fork. “Ah, I see I’ve moved up in ranks. It’s queen, now?”

“Red Queen could be your nickname, ya know, when the media flags you down for my murder,” Reid took a full plate from Penelope.

He cheekily smiled at you. “Oh, we’re still on this?”

He nodded, “We’re still on this.”

You and Spencer continued arguing about the possibility of his murder by your hand, the conversation soon turning into either of your opinions on the perfect way to actually murder someone. Sadly, the night was winding down.

But that didn’t mean Penelope didn’t have more plans. “Now, it is time for drinks and presents at Barb’s!”

The team pulled back on their coats, picking up the checks that were split and put on the table. You had just finished buttoning your jacket when you reached for your check that had been right next to your empty glass of champagne. You were surprised to see it missing. You felt around for it, but couldn’t seem to find it.

You caught up to the team, who were already paying. You grasped Penelope’s forearm and she grinned at you, “Yes, queen?”

You cracked a smile, though you were still confused. “Did you take my check?��

Penelope’s brows furrowed. “No. No I didn’t. Just see if you can get a new one.”

You sighed, then nodded. “Yeah, I guess that’ll work.”

You approached the register right after Penelope, the rest of the team lingering to the side to wait for you and Reid, who was behind you. “Hi, I was sitting with the rest of them and my check seems to have gone missing.”

“What did you order?” The hostess smiled kindly. You rattled off your order and she looked through the receipts.

“Oh, here it is,” she remarked, pulling it from the pile. “Uh, yes, it’s already been paid for.”

You leaned forward, attempting to see the receipt. She turned to towards you. “Who paid for it?” You asked.

She shrugged, “I can’t give out that information. Although, I could say that it’s your birthday, and you should just appreciate the kind effort.”

You thanked her and joined your friends. They were all in their own discussions, and the group began walking out when Spencer joined. You fell in stride beside Luke, accidentally.

You looked over at him and when he felt your stare, he returned your gaze. “What?” He let out a dry chuckle.

You cleared your throat, “Did you pay for my check?”

When he didn’t respond, you knew that he was answering your question.

“You didn’t have to do that,” your fingers felt from your pockets, noticing his were swinging between your hips. You let them find each other’s again.

Luke‘s stride ended, pulling you to a stop beside him. You turned your body to him as only the tips of your fingers touched. “What?”

Luke smiled at you, “You never told me.”

“Told you what?” You were far too nervous to give him the answer he craved to hear. One night of activities couldn’t calm your introverted behavior that much.

Luke groaned, tossing his head back. He pulled your hand into his all the way. “Come on, princesa. This is exhausting.”

You breathed steadily, trying to calm the hoards of butterflies flapping through your body. “I...I’m going to tell you that I want...”

You couldn’t word it properly, which was obvious, due to the wrinkled expression on your face. “I’m going to tell you that I want...god, Luke, help me out.”

Luke’s innocent little smile twisted into a cheeky smirk. His hand moved to your hip, pressing your stomach against his. He swept the hair behind your ear, caressing your cheek.

“What did you wish for, birthday girl?”

“You.”