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hikari-kaitou · 3 years ago

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Capcom's Official AA Fanclub Surveys - DGS Edition

Many Western fans may be familiar with the Turnabout 4koma comics that get posted on the official AA fanclub site that Capcom runs, thanks to some lovely fans on tumblr and elsewhere who have shared their translations. What fewer people seem to know about is the character surveys.

Back in the old days, they used to hold a survey on Capcom's official AA fansite every few months where they'd write about the seasonal activities of a handful of characters and ask fans to vote for the funniest/most pleasant/strangest/etc answer.

They stopped doing them in like... 2016? 2017? The original text is lost for good as far as I can tell. Even the wayback machine couldn't help because the content was password locked and you can't get past the password wall while remaining in the archived version.

Fortunately, I saved some of my translations of them so I thought I’d share them.

Cut for length...

"February has begun, and the DGS cast is nearing the end of their journey aboard the RFS Alacrei. Which of them acted the most strangely?"

Ryuunosuke ~ Exhausted from his intensive study session, he decided to try some katana swinging practice as a change of pace and to combat his recent lack of exercise. But because he wasn't used to handling the katana, he swung it too hard and it went flying out of his hands and got stuck in the wall right next to Sherlock, who had just entered the room. Sherlock asked him, "aren't you supposed to be studying right now, Mr. Naruhodo?" and handcuffed him to his desk.

Susato- worked on developing a curriculum for Ryuunosuke. 'If we keep going at this pace, he won't be able to learn it all in time... It'll be hard on Naruhodo-sama, but we'll have to work hard through a couple of nights together.' With that thought, she created a harsh study schedule, and almost seemed to be looking forward to it for some reason.

Sherlock- Driven by excitement over the thought of returning to England after a long absence, he went up on deck to stare at the ocean. Being February, it was very cold out there and he ended up being chilled all the way to the tips of his fingers. He returned to the ship cabins and amused himself by putting his frozen hands on Ryuunosuke, who was stuck in his room studying.

Van Zieks- Upon hearing from Vortex that there was a Japanese exchange student coming to England to study law, he smashed a Lord's Bottle. He apparently also didn't care for the fact that that Japanese student wouldn't be alone, because he proceeded to shatter his chalice, too.

Hosonaga- in order to provide a respite from studying, he provided some hot chocolate. They enjoyed a pleasant tea time, marveling over how sweet and delicious the drink was until Sherlock piped up with some unnecessary trivia: 'Actually folks, chocolate has long been used in Europe as an aphrodisiac!' Everyone promptly spat it out."

"The long winter is nearly over and spring is on it's way, putting the DGS cast members in a celebratory mood. Who found the best way of enjoying spring?"

Ryuunosuke: the Yuumei University faculty members were holding a flower viewing event, and he joined the assistance committee. He exhausted himself keeping the blankets clean so the intense shower of flower petals wouldn't pile up too high on them, delivering sake and snacks, and mediating whatever pointless fights arose. To top it all off, for some reason his compensation was only a single piece of leftover candy. Talk about a sad result!

Susato- her father and the others living in his dormitory were holding the flower viewing event, so she got up early to prepare the bentos. But her father carelessly forgot to tell her that they wanted tea cakes, so she had to go around the house and neighborhood collecting sweets. For some reason, she ended up being able to gather caramels, biscuits, candy sticks, basically everything but tea cakes, for the tea ceremony.

Sherlock- he disguised himself as a beat officer and infiltrated Scotland Yard to have some fun. There was a real beat officer napping on his feet in the spring sunshine, and while observing him, Sherlock ended up falling asleep too. Detective Gregson gave them a good scolding when he found them, but then Sherlock revealed his true identity with a "hey, it's me, folks!" "What the blazes do you think you're doing?!" Gregson shouted, his rage growing even more, and Sherlock ended up making a run for it.

Van Zieks- went to the vineyard to oversee the production of the contents of his Lord's Bottle. As he viewed the still unopened grape blossom buds, he thought about how they would someday grow up to fill his Lord's Bottle, and ended up going around to look at each one. But the farm hands couldn't stop wondering whether the bottle itself or its owner's heel might come flying at them and were quite uneasy.

Asougi: exhausted himself running around since early morning helping with the professors' flower viewing event. When it was over, he took a break, sharing his reward candy stick [the name of the candy literally translates to 1,000 year candy] with Ryuunosuke, who had also been helping out.

"I wonder if the candy's effect is halved if you share it with someone."

"That still gives us 500 years."

They laughed and enjoyed looking at the flowers until dark. Then they parted ways with a handshake and a "see you later, best friend."

(This one was something about celebrating New Years. For some reason I didn't save the original question)

"Ryuunosuke ~ To celebrate New Years, he planned to pound mochi with everyone at the office. He somehow managed to get his hands on some mochi rice and he and Sherlock started pounding. Iris was having such fun watching them that she steamed a whole bunch more mochi rice so they could have some to share, and he and Sherlock spent the whole evening pounding mochi like crazy.

Asougi~ Because it's New Years, he went around to a bunch of shrines. When he drew his new year's fortune, he got a "horrible luck" result. "I'm not worried about it," he claimed, and headed up to the mountains early on New Years morning and work hard on a full training course of purification by water, meditation under a waterfall and wooden sword practice. It seems that he was working really hard to clear his mind of all earthly thoughts

Sherlock- Agreed to help Ryuunosuke pound mochi. As Ryuunosuke was flipping the mochi over, he carelessly dropped his badge into the bowl and Sherlock mixed it in without noticing, so they had to crack open both the hard and soft mochi to look for it. Fortunately they found it in the 4th one they checked, but apparently Sherlock got his hands and face covered in sticky white mochi in the process.

Susato- Wore a furisode and went with her father to do the first shrine visit of the year. The shrine was incredibly crowded and they had to wait in line for a long time, but she brought the Encyclopaedia of British Law and a copy of the Strand Magazine in her sleeves to secretly read as they waited so she actually ended up enjoying the wait.

Van Zieks- Ryuunosuke cheerfully gave him some mochi as a New Year’s (which at that time was celebrated at the same time as the Chinese New Year) gift, which he accepted confusedly, wondering “...Can the Japanese not even keep track of when the New Year is?” Because Ryuunosuke referred to it as a rice cake, he tried to eat it like a regular cake without softening it with heat first. It was so hard that he couldn’t imagine how it could possibly be food, and ended up misunderstanding the Japanese even more!

"Autumn has arrived, and the weather is starting to cool off, which means that everyone is becoming more active. Which character chose the most pleasant autumn activity to keep busy with?"

Iris was making bread but her hands are small and it’s difficult for her to knead the dough, so she asked for Ryuunosuke’s help. She wanted to make enough to hand out to Gina and all the other homeless children in the East End, so she made a massive amount and Ryuunosuke was stuck kneading this massive mountain of bread dough all day. Apparently he became such a expert at kneading that he could be a baker now.

Asougi was practicing with his sword, slicing autumn-colored ginko leaves as they fell from the tree. He cut so many leaves, though, that he ended up making a big mess on the ground, the number of fallen leaves now having increased, and it took him a long time to clean it all up.

Sherlock: Ryuunosuke told him that he was making anpan (bread filled with sweet red bean paste, the bane of my Asian-dwelling existance) and asked Sherlock to help by being in charge of getting the poppy seeds they’d need to sprinkle on top, so Sherlock went out and gathered a ton of poppy seeds. In fact, he got so many of them that no one knew what to do with them all cuz they had a huge amount of leftovers. Sherlock said, “Well, they’re only the size of poppy seeds! Surely you two can deal with them somehow! Ahahaha!” and Iris scolded him.

(I couldn’t capture it in English, but Sherlock’s line contained a pun, and a pretty stupid one at that, so that’s part of why he got scolded)

It’s grape harvesting season, so Van Zieks commutes to the winery regularly to direct the production of the contents for his “Lord’s Bottle.” He demands perfection in everything from the selection of the grapes to the way they’re squeezed, and the winery staff is terrified by the “grim reaper’s” gaze and heel swinging (i.e. the leg thing he does in court) so they grumble as they work.

"Hearing that there’s a holiday in the West called Halloween, the people involved with the court in Japan decided to try it out themselves. Naturally Halloween is a big deal in England as well. So, which member of the DGS cast had the best celebration?"

Team Ryuunosuke and Asougi- Asougi got Naruhodo up on his shoulders and they draped a white sheet over themselves to make a ghost costume. They went out like that, but Naruhodo had such exaggerated reactions to the fear of the people who saw them and to bumping his head on tree branches that they ended up losing their balance and falling on top of each other?!

Sherlock Holmes- went wearing a horse’s head mask. Iris used her skills to make it a fancy horse covered in stars, but the eye holes weren’t well made and he had to wander around blindly. Because of that he tripped hard over a pile of coal! He ended up getting so dirty that the stars on his costume were covered up!

Van Zieks- took inspiration from his nickname and dressed up as the grim reaper. He covered himself up with a skeleton mask and hood figuring no one would know it was him. Unfortunately he got angry when he saw Megundal (McGilded) pass by and started throwing bottles and glasses and ended up giving himself away.

"November has arrived, and autumn is nearing its end. However, the DGS cast is still keeping busy, even on their days off. Which character chose the most interesting way to spend their late autumn day?"

Ryuunosuke- Thinking that he’d better learn more about British culture if he was going to be a defense attorney in Britain, he went down to the East End with Gina for a little observation. However, because an Asian like him stood out so much, he got mobbed by the other children. On top of it all, his arm band got stolen from him and he had to send a replacement request to Yumei University on the other side of the ocean.

Asougi- He went for a meal at La Quantas. The customer at a nearby table got a persimmon for dessert and scarfed it down, saying “Mm! This is it! This sweetness makes it worthy of being called a treasure among foods!” Asougi tried to comment on this by saying, “The customer at that table sure is enjoying his pershim--gak!” but he may or may not have accidentally bitten his tongue in the process and been unable to finish his sentence.

Iris- She accepted Ryuunosuke’s request to learn more about British culture and prepared a bagpipe and kilt costume for him. “This outfit sure is breezy,” Ryuunosuke said shyly upon trying it on. With Ryuunosuke now dressed, he, Iris, and the others from their office headed over to Gregson’s place to get him to treat them to some fish and chips.

Sherlock- He accepted Ryuunosuke’s request to learn more about British culture and cooked up some European style curry for dinner. Thanks to the fact that his secret ingredient was a large amount of Chinese herbal medicine style spice, it caused some strange side effects and Ryuunosuke, who’d eaten it, ended up passing out and falling over.

“Another taxing trial for Ryuunosuke has finished and now it’s December. As the year draws to a close, which character acts the strangest?”

Ryuunosuke- he was recruited to help with snow removal around Yumei University and the courthouse and he enthusiastically began his task with the help of a large shovel. He got a little carried away, though, and ended up accidentally burying his umbrella, which he’d left propped up against the side of the building, in the snow he’d just finished shoveling. He had no choice but to share Asougi’s umbrella on the way home.

Asougi- On the way home, he nods silently to Ryuunosuke’s question of whether he’d finished his travel preparations and changes the subject: “...Come to think of it, it seems that tomorrow is celebrated in the West as God’s birthday.” “I’ve heard that they eat chicken as part of the traditional celebration. Wanna try it?” Ryuunosuke asks invitingly. Asougi is strongly opposed to that particular menu item, however, and they end up going out for their usual beef stew that night instead.

Susato- in addition to her year-end travel preparations, she also was busy with straightening up the book room in her home. She managed to get the law books in order when she suddenly stumbled upon some old issues of Strand Magazine! She hurried through the rest of her cleaning, then began flipping through the magazines she’d found, trying to decide which to take with her on her trip. She accidentally lost herself in her reading and didn’t realize it until it was already the middle of the night.

Sherlock- he was in the middle of a long ship voyage when Christmas night came. His mind on his partner in a far-off country, he made a toast alone on deck, when suddenly the crew began shooting off fireworks with a cry of “Merry Christmas!” Sherlock had to dart back and forth across the deck to prevent the fireworks from hitting him and setting off the explosive chemicals he carries with him.

Main series edition

#dai gyakuten saiban #tgaa #naruhodo ryuunosuke #asougi kazuma #mikotoba susato #dgs sherlock holmes #hosonaga satoru #barok van zieks #iris watson #gina lestrade #translations #official content #my translation #mikotoba yuujin #ryunosuke naruhodo #kazuma asogi #susato mikotoba #iris wilson

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iamfabiloz · 2 years ago

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Goosefeather x sagewhisker t4t manlet and tall wife writing prmopt

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anywayz cw for nightmares it’s a little spooky

Hulking, contorting creatures blotted Goosefeather’s view. They shrieked and hissed, writhing around in the pitch black sky. Before long, They slowly disappeared into the darkness, clunking heavy round paws against the floor. At every corner there was a strange, unfamiliar cat, acting out some sort of scenario. There was a ginger tom engulfed in flames, a scarlet soaked tabby with a stake through his heart, a badger looming over the bleeding body of dark gray she-cat, all things Goosefeather had no context for.

What did they all mean? How could he use any of this information for anything? Goosefeather turned away and ran hard, his paws skidding against the ground. Then he realized he wasn’t running on the ground at all. He was in a black void, images of events yet to come swirling around his feeble pelt. They crowded against his head, begging to be listened to. The noise boomed inside of the medicine cat’s skull, curling around his brain, and stabbing it agonizingly. Goosefeather howled in pain and terror, but when he swiped at the figures, his claws cut through their forms like mist. He couldn’t make them go away. He was powerless. He cupped his trembling paws over his ears, but the sounds slipped through the cracks. They sounded even more outraged. The noise reached a terrifying crescendo and Goosefeather screeched.

“STOP!”

Goosefeather’s eyes shot wide open and he wheezed out a shaking breath. The other medicine cats were still sound asleep, beside him. None of them looked to be having terrible dreams, they all looked completely at ease. It was only him. The ThunderClan healer sat up, his breaths coming in short bursts. Oh StarClan, why? Why are you doing this to me, specifically? Goosefeather wailed internally, knowing he would never get a reasonable response. I can’t do anything about my visions, what’s the point of sending them to me? Old anger bubbled beneath his pelt and he felt his fur begin to rise.

He squinted as he turned to the Moonstone, the bright light dazzling his bleary eyes. He imagined it collapsing into a pile of rubble, its glow fading and reducing the cave to pitch black darkness. Well not complete darkness, Goosefeather thought spitefully, staring up at the ceiling hole above. The stars glittered coldy in the cloudless night sky. Moonlight seeped through the opening, and down into the cramped cave. Even if the Moonstone was gone, StarClan would still find a way to slip a sign into his normal life. It had happened before.

They would always be watching him. He could never truly run from the star’s foul, vigilant gaze. Eyes would always prick his pelt, his paw steps would always have been foretold, and every hair on his pelt wasn’t his.

He was the heaven’s plaything.

Goosefeather wanted to implode in frustration. He wanted to march right up to whoever ran the rat-pit that was StarClan, and demand why he had been cursed. Why he had to live like this, drowning in visions, when every other healer only got a dose of it.

Why me? Why me? Why me?

Goosefeather tore at the floor beneath him, but there was nothing to shred, only cold, scuffed stone. His claws scraped painfully against rock as he rapidly flailed his arms, struggling to hold back his enraged hisses.

After he got tired of that, Goosefeather sank to the ground defeatedly. He wanted to go home and curl up in his nest, but he had to wait for his apprentice, Featherwhisker. The tom was sleeping a few tail lengths away from him, his young face peacefully still. A pang of jealousy jabbed at Goosefeather’s heart as he glared at his snoozing form.

Why cant I be like that? Why can’t I have normal dreams? He swallowed, trying to bury the feelings of envy towards his apprentice’s good fortune.

It’s not his fault, StarClan doesn’t hate him.

Goosefeather let out a hoarse sigh, and buried his face into his paws. His eyes watered and hot tears rolled down his cheeks, dampening the gray fur on his face. Little gutteral animal-like noises erupted from his mouth, and he pressed his paws over it, trying to keep quiet. He sobbed into his pads, his whole face contorting into an ugly cry. Eventually, the noises died down in volume, though his throat burned painfully from the outburst. He rubbed his paws at his face, trying to wipe away the tears and snot. I’m acting like such a fussy kit! He chided himself, though he kept on whimpering.

“Goose?” A low, confused voice sounded from his left side. Goosefeather looked up with a sniffle.

Sagewhisker, the ShadowClan medicine cat, was sitting up in her spot, her yellow eyes blinking as she adjusted to being awake. She was Goosefeather’s romantic partner, his mate. A tiny inkling of warmth stirred inside of Goosefeather’s belly. She stood up and padded over to him, her long limbs gracefully stepping around several of her slumbering companions. Her white fur glowed under the Moonstone’s light, making her look ghostly. Goosefeather shivered and tucked his paws beneath himself, blinking away the last of his tears.

Sagewhisker curled up next to him, reaching out a sleek white paw.

“Oh Goose, why are you awake? Did you have more visions?”

“Isn’t it obvious? When don’t I have more visions!” Goosefeather grunted, flicking his tail irritably. Sagewhisker was silent for a moment, her ears twitching in response to his abrasiveness. Her paw lingered uncertainly in the air. A wave of piercing shame ran through Goosefeather’s pelt.

“I-I’m sorry.” He meowed in a quieter tone, ducking his head. “I’m not over it still.” Sagewhisker’s eyes filled with warmth.

“You don’t have to be. I understand.” She meowed softly, placing her paw on his shoulder.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

Goosefeather shifted in place for few heartbeats before nodding silently.

“Okay.”

He inched closer to her, and leaned over to press against her pelt. She shifted her position, making it so Goosefeather could rest his head on her flank while she craned her neck to face him. Goosefeather felt immensely comforted by her presence. She was real and infallible. Sagewhisker wouldn’t harm or terrorize him. He was safe, even just for a moment. Goosefeather sucked in a laborious breath. He started telling his partner all about the wretched dream he had bore witness to. The visions of cats yet to be born. The awful noise of their stories pounding inside his skull. The endless, dark void he thought he would never escape from. Sagewhisker listened patiently, her expression calm as he spilled out his woes.

“I don’t know why StarClan keeps sending me these awful nightmares! I can’t even do anything about it! No one will listen to me, and Cloudberry taught me to not meddle with fate! As if she knew anything about it!” Foam flecked at the corners of Goosefeather’s mouth as he ranted. Sagewhisker rasped her tongue soothingly behind his ears, nodding quietly. Goosefeather sniffled, pressing his head harder against his mate’s flank.

“I don’t know what to do, Sagewhisker. The visions won’t stop. I can’t control them. Everywhere I turn, it’s foul omen after foul omen. I scare my clanmates. Even my own sister.” Goosefeather swallowed painfully, his eyes beginning to water once more.

“I’m going to live like this forever.”

Sagewhisker stopped licking the back of his ears. Her expression was steely as she looked down at him with her marigold-yellow eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Goosefeather. You don’t deserve StarClan’s ire one bit. Whichever gaggle of spirit cats decided to give you this gift are bat-blind, and just as foolish in death as they probably were in life.” Her expression hardened with anger.

“If they keep sending you these dreadful messages, I think you should have some sort of plan for calming down after the ordeal.“

Goosefeather tipped his head. “Like what?”

“Take deep, slow breaths after you see something. Don’t let it get a hold of and consume you. Another thing I’ve found that can distract you, is clawing pictures into the dirt. I know it sounds kit-like, but it’s helped me before. It takes your mind off things for a good while. Maybe chew on some honeycomb or drink moss water mixed with chamomile too, I’ve heard it’s good for unwinding. You could even ask Featherwhisker to help you get some. Or take a stroll in the forest and find it yourself. It sounds simple but, a good walk can really help clear your head.”

Goosefeather blinked, feeling a smidge skeptical. “Are you sure those will work? I don’t know…” Goosefeather trailed off with a huff. Sagewhisker laid her tail gently on his spine.

“Listen, why don’t you meet me at the ShadowClan border two sunrises from now? I can show you how to do all of these things. We can even test out other strategies. I know it can be daunting, believe me. I know. But it’s important to get into at least one of these habits so the stress doesn’t overwhelm you. StarClan can’t disappear, but we can find methods to help you accommodate and cope.” Sagewhisker nudged Goosefeather’s forehead with her muzzle.

“Okay, I don’t see why not.” Goosefeather said in a gruff voice. “But you’ll help me with everything, right?” Sagewhisker nodded. “I will, I promise.” Goosefeather twitched his tail approvingly, but then he felt his face fall.

“What about my clanmates? And my sibling, Moonflower?” Goosefeather’s voice began to tremble again. “They hate me.”

Sagewhisker’s eyes rounded. Goosefeather readied himself for more uplifting encouragement, but a snarl escaped the white she-cat’s jaws. “Then they are toad-brained crow-food eaters. How dare, they shun you without even bothering to listen to what you have to say? You’re the medicine cat for a reason! You’re a skilled healer, yet they all can’t see that past the bridge of their noses. I’m sorry about your sister, perhaps there’s still a chance to mend things with her, but the others… If they dislike you, than that’s on them. I know you, Goosefeather. Quite well. It’s a shame they don’t want to too.”

Goosefeather felt his skin burn beneath his pelt, jolts of surprise poking at his body. He twisted his head around to stare at Sagewhisker, who was huffing. She took a deep breath and let it out through her nose. After a minute, she looked back at Goosefeather, her shiny yellow eyes gleaming.

“Anything you need, Goose, I’m there. I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’ll always be a border away.”

“Okay.” Goosefeather mumbled, his voice trembling with barely contained emotion. Feeling as if the metaphorical clouds had cleared, he meowed quietly. “Thanks.”

Sagewhisker touched her pink nose to his cheek. “Anytime. I care about you, Goosefeather. A lot. I want you to remember that.”

Goosefeather’s chest warmed and he pressed his muzzle into her fur affectionately. Gratitude and love for his mate swept through his body, flooding it with the first overload of positive emotion he had felt in weeks. “I know.” A weak purr rumbled in his throat. “I do too.”

Sagewhisker brushed her thin muzzle along the side of his face. Goosefeather closed his eyes, trying to drink in as much of the moment as he could. He was safe and happy right now. Sagewhisker, the cat whom he loved dearly, was nuzzling him fondly.

No visions, no spirit cats, no terrible things beyond his comprehension were plaguing his mind right now. Only comfort and genuine love. The warm, fuzzy thoughts bounced around inside his brain. It would keep him occupied, but only a for bit. He knew he would spiral again soon. But the thought was slightly less terrifying. At the end of the day, he would be reassured of one fact. He would always have someone in his corner that would help and support him; Sagewhisker.

The ThunderClan medicine cat felt himself smile as Sagewhisker rested her head overtop his. The warm weight made him feel like a kit again, bundled up in the nursery in piles of cozy moss. Goosefeather blinked, a strange feeling of bliss overtaking his senses for a heartbeat. His eyes darted toward the Moonstone. It seemed to burn even more brightly than before, and he squinted at the harsh glare. The light was seeming to rise in brilliance, though the moonlight wasn’t increasing; the glow within the stone itself was. Goosefeather blinked. When he opened his eyes, the excess rays and shine were gone. It looked normal again.

Goosefeather felt like he had been drenched in ice-cold water.

He turned away and buried his face into Sagewhisker’s neck fur, making her meow softly in surprise. Joke’s on you, STARCLAN. I’m going to keep being mates with her, no matter what you say. She’s cared for me more than you fox-hearts have. We’re happy together, and you can’t change that. I won’t let you. You can send me all the omens in the world, but I won’t let you ruin this for me!

Sagewhisker’s muzzle brushed his ear.

“Are you alright, dear?”

Goosefeather looked up at her with a crooked smile.

“I’m more than alright, Sage. Thank you.” He pressed his snout back into her moss-soft pelt, making her purr.

Don’t touch a hair on my pelt, StarClan, they all belong to Sagewhisker now.

#goosefeather #sagewhisker #sagegoose #goosesage #ask #goobiestar #warrior cats #wc #warriors #writing prompt requests #writing #codysight writing #fanfic #fanfiction #featherwhisker #thunderclan #shadowclan #Also btw I heart polyam leafpool but some of the comments (not urs) make me explode JWJKW

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dontmindmyshadowhunting · 4 years ago

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Kit & Ty’s reunion (Fan Fiction) - Part 1

Being obsessed with Kit and Ty, I keep playing a dozen different scenarii of their reunion in my head and decided to write down at least one of them. So here it goes. Characters by @cassandraclare of course (from TSC). The events take place three years after the Dark Artifices.

The New York Institute’s dining room was crowded with strangers. Well, mostly strangers.

Alexander Lightwood-Bane, Consul, was at the head of the table and Jace was behind him, leaning against the wall, playing with a knife clutched in his left hand, the only sign of stress betraying his casual stance.

There were other familiar faces: Clary Fairchild, co-head of the NY Institute, Mark Blackthorn and Cristina Rosales, as representatives of the Downworlder-Shadowhunter Alliance, Jem and Tessa who had brought Kit here. Max and Rafael were playing with little Mina in another room.

Kit looked at the grim faces around the table. It was like being at a Shadowhunter funeral. There was even a Silent Brother present. The image of a dark haired boy dressed in white flashed in his mind then, and Kit immediately shoved it away and directed his focus on the ongoing conversation.

“…So we all agree”, said a tall pinch-faced man with a faint accent. It seemed to be French. “Now that both the Cohort and Faeries know of his existence, and where he has been hiding the past few years, the First Heir’s descendant is in danger. Until we find out how to deal with these threats, his security is the matter of the Clave.”

Kit loved it when people were talking about him in the third person as if he wasn’t there.

As explained earlier, we can keep him in the Silent City, but only temporarily said the Silent Brother in the attendees’ minds.

Kit made a silent prayer. No, please no. Anywhere but the Silent City.

“The Scholomance will answer the Clave’s call” said the French man. Probably the new person in charge of the Scholomance, Kit guessed. He had heard he was French. He seemed young though - in his late twenties or early thirties - for such a responsibility. “We will assign three of our First Company’s Centurions to Christopher Herondale’s security”.

“Thank you, Maximilien. We are most grateful- “ started Alec.

“We will need to perform background checks first” Jace interrupted. “I hope you understand.”

Maximilien Verlac’s eyes – Kit had just remembered his last name – showed a flash of anger, quickly smoothed over. “Certainly, although I am pretty sure you can be spared a background check on at least one of them.” He looked directly at Mark then. “You see, I was planning on assigning your brother to the task.”

Kit froze.

“Tiberius Blackthorn?” it was Jem who spoke. He glanced at Kit then, so quickly most people must not have seen it. “We are quite close to the Blackthorns. Would it not be preferable to entrust only people who are… unknown to us, with such mission?” Kit knew what Jem was trying to do. Protect his feelings. He felt both ashamed and grateful.

“I thought you would want our A-Team to be assigned to your boy’s security” said Maximilien Verlac, raising one of his thick eyebrows. “Tiberius Blackthorn is one of our best Centurions, and it would be a shame to be deprived of his razor-sharp mind. I am afraid without him, we cannot assure you that you have the very best the Scholomance has to offer.”

The rest of the conversation melted into a blur. Voices raised, people stood, fingers pointed. But Kit wasn’t hearing any of it. The only sound in his ear was that of his heart, beating hard in his chest.

Kit only realized the meeting was over when people started exiting the room. He was vaguely aware of Jem telling him with a strained voice that the three Centurions assigned to his security would arrive at the NY Institute that very evening. One of them was Tiberius Blackthorn. Kit stormed out of the room without a word, ran to the bedroom that had been assigned to him, and locked himself in. As if a lock could protect him from the ache that had started growing in his chest.

*****

The three Centurions came in through a Portal a little before twilight. They were led to the training room where Jace, co-head of the New York Institute, had been spending his afternoon.

Jace gracefully jumped from one of the rafters as soon as the door opened to reveal the newcomers. They seemed to be moving in a V formation, Tiberius Blackthorn standing in front, flanked by the two other Centurions.

Jace strode across the training room to meet them, his hand outstretched.

He had come across Tiberius Blackthorn several times in the past few years, not frequently, but enough to see him grow from a lean boy into a man. However, now that he was seeing him up close, Jace could not help but feel a jolt of surprise as he took in his delicate features, silver gray eyes under impossibly long eyelashes, cupid’s bow lips so red the shade could have been used for expensive make-up, his pale white skin a sharp contrast with his frame of black hair. Jace was not into boys, but he had to admit that Tiberius Blackthorn was strikingly handsome. In fact, one could say his beauty was… otherworldly.

He must have his pick of girls, Jace thought.

As he was shaking hands with Tiberius and glancing at the two other Centurions watching him expectantly, he said “Welcome to the New York Institute, Centurions. Kit is training right now, maybe we could make the introductions later; not that you, Ty, need to be introduced. I can show you to your rooms, so you can start unpacking- “

Jace started to move forward, only to realize that Tiberius had not been listening to him at all. He stood motionless, staring at something across the room, his gray eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. His face, which had been pale white a minute ago, had turned a deep shade of crimson.

Jace followed his stare to a corner of the training room where Kit was doing crunches, his abdominal muscles showing where his shirt lifted up. Admittedly, Kit had changed a lot since the first time Jace had met him. To say he had grown into his looks was an understatement.

Kit’s body was tanned, all broad shoulders, narrow hips and sharply defined muscles. His blond hair and white shirt were drenched in sweat. Kit seemed to be absorbed in his own world, eyes closed, headphones on, loud music blasting in his ears.

Jace revisited his earlier statement. Boys, then. Tiberius Blackthorn must have his pick of boys.

“Tiberius?” Jace insisted. When he failed to receive an answer, he tried in a more commanding voice, “Centurion?”

Tiberius snapped out of his daze, then, and straightened his back, as if in a military drill. He turned and led the way out of the training room, his two guard dogs following in his footsteps.

Jace sighed. He had the feeling the situation was about to get even more complicated.

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maria-scribbles · 4 years ago

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we’re just like kevin bacon!

prompt: for @bricksatanakinswindow ‘s halloween writing challenge! this was initially inspired by "mortal enemies accidentally showing up in matching costumes every fucking year" but once i started writing it kind of snowballed from there and i ended up with this lmao

ship: jj maybank x fem!reader

word count: 4.6k+ (i think this is the shortest thing i’ve ever written lol)

warnings n stuff: childhood enemies to lovers, swearing, mention of underage drinking, halloween shenanigans, makin' out, smut (not too explicit but i still think it's spicy enough to need an 18+ warning), jj and the reader being cute lil nerds and quoting movies back and forth, the author blatantly using some of her personal favorite movies/shows as inspiration for costumes, the author also making her opinions on ghostbusters clear (instead of the human trash can peter venkman, stan the adorable dork known as ray stantz for clear skin)

a/n: this was hella fun to write and i already have so many more halloween fic ideas bouncing around in my head (it's spoopy season, y'all!). title of this fic comes from guardians of the galaxy 😊

Of three things in life you were certain.

One, you loved Halloween more than any other holiday of the year; after all, you and your twin brother Mason were born just after one AM on October 31st so you could say a penchant for all things spooky was in your blood.

Two, Sarah Cameron was your best friend. Being neighbors your whole lives, the two of you were thick as thieves and spent almost every day together, much to the annoyance of both your brother and hers; as much as you loved Mason, sometimes you wished Sarah was your twin instead of him and you knew without question the blonde girl would trade Rafe for you in a heartbeat (with little to no guilt, in fact.).

And three, you absolutely hated JJ Maybank. You'd been at the top of each other's shit lists ever since you were both six years old, when he made fun of you for the stutter you'd had back then and you dumped a full milkshake over his head as payback, and even as time passed and you grew out of your stutter, your disdain for the blond pogue only grew stronger. He was infuriating, plain and simple, and the mere mention of his name made steam come out of your ears.

The boy was just good at being annoying and seemed to love pushing everyone's buttons, yours especially, and always found ways to get under your skin without fail every single time your paths crossed (which was way too often for your liking, but running in the same friend group made it hard to avoid each other). It became an unspoken thing, the great Y/L/N-Maybank feud, with both of you trying your hardest to piss the other off until one of your mutual friends or your brother broke it up and pulled you to opposite corners of the metaphorical ring to take a breather before the next round.

You'd never admit it but deep down you kind of liked it. You liked being at the center of his attention (granted, it was antagonistic in nature but it was attention all the same), his bright blue eyes following your every move whenever you were within his sights and you liked that you were in his thoughts even when you weren't around, a fact proven to you by the tiny notebook Kiara carried around in her pocket recording how many times he mentioned your name. Knowing you lived rent free in his mind brought you an embarrassingly high level of satisfaction that you'd absolutely deny feeling if anyone ever asked, just as you'd deny the fact that he lived rent free in your mind, too.

...At least for most of the year. Everyone, including JJ, knew that to you Halloween was a damn-near sacred time. He knew never to mess with you during the weeks leading up to the holiday and definitely never on the day itself, lest he want yet another milkshake dumped over his blond head. He knew that, the whole damn island knew he did and yet...somehow, some way, he managed to get your blood boiling every. single. year. And you, like a masochistic idiot, let him.

It all started when you were twelve.

You, Mason, and your friends were finally old enough to go to the annual youth party held on the sprawling lawn of the Island Club, an event you'd been looking forward to attending every Halloween since you were eight. Of course, you were excited for the dancing and games and food but the thing you couldn't wait the most for was the costume contest, a chance to show off your skills and prove to everyone on the island that Y/N Y/L/N was the undisputed queen of Halloween.

So what if your hopes were a little too high (considering you were only twelve and going up against kids ranging from your age to fifteen), you were still gonna give it your all; you spent weeks perfecting not only your costume but your brother's as well with your mom, helping her cut fabric and sew zippers, styling wigs and painting props until everything was perfect.

"Oh my God, Y/N!" Sarah, dressed as Cinderella, yelled from the passenger seat of her dad's SUV when they swung by to pick you up. "You look amazing!"

"So do you!" You said, slipping into the back seat in between a miserable-looking Rafe as Sarah Sanderson ("I lost a bet," he explained with a scowl) and Mason, holding your mini R2-D2 on your lap. Was it kind of cheesy, dressing up as the most iconic twins in movie history? Probably, but you really didn't care because Leia Organa was a total boss bitch and Mason was practically over the moon that he got to be his ultimate silver screen hero and swing around his very own lightsaber as Luke Skywalker.

"The Force is strong with you two." Ward joked, earning an eye roll from both of his children as he drove to the Island Club to drop you off. Rafe immediately disappeared into the crowd to meet up with Topper and Kelce and the three of you went off to find your own friends, skirting around the edge of the party toward the snack tables, also known as the most likely place for them to be.

You spotted Kiara first, looking like an actual princess in her Tiana costume and waved, smiling when she waved back and beckoned you over as she said something to Pope, dressed as Albert Einstein, that made him start laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny?" You asked, reaching between them to grab two handfuls of pretzels and immediately dropping one into your brother's outstretched palm, careful to keep the sleeve of your white dress away from the bright orange-iced cupcakes on the table.

The two of them exchanged a look that instantly made you realize something was Up™ but before either of them could answer, Mason asked around a mouthful of pretzels, "Where're Tweedledee and Tweedledum?"

"J, why didn't we think of that?" John B's voice came from somewhere over your shoulder and when you turned to face him, you nearly dropped both the droid cradled in the crook of your elbow and the snacks in your hand. Not because of John B and his hilarious Chewbacca costume but because of the fact that JJ Maybank, the one person you hated the most on the whole entire island, was dressed as Han freakin' Solo.

"Yikes." Someone muttered behind you -it sounded like Sarah but you weren't really sure- and Mason nearly choked on his pretzels as he tried and failed miserably to keep himself from laughing.

"You've gotta be kidding me." You huffed, rolling your eyes as JJ crossed his arms and glared in your direction, blaster hanging from the holster on his hip.

"Listen, Princess, I'm not too happy about this, either."

"Oh, shut up, you nerfherder."

"Who you calling-" Mason and John B cut in and pulled you both in opposite directions before either of you could turn it into a shouting match, your brother physically grabbing you around the waist and carrying you off while the latter caught the back of JJ's vest and dragged him away. Despite their best efforts to keep you apart, you ran into each other more times than you could count and spent a minute or two squabbling like cats and dogs each time until one of them intervened once again. It was childish, it was immature, and it was fun, even though you'd never, ever admit it. Ever.

You didn't win the costume contest that year in the way you'd imagined at all. Still, first place in the group category was a win in your book and it felt good, even if one of the members of your unintentional Star Wars posse was someone who tested every bit of patience you had. The four of you split the cash prize and you went home 25 bucks richer, stashing it away for next year's costume and pushing the thought of accidentally matching with your mortal enemy from your mind.

You had no idea this thing was only just beginning.

The next year, you let Sarah and Kiara convince you to match with them and the three of you rolled up to the party as the Pink Ladies -you as Rizzo, Sarah as Sandy, Kiara as Frenchy- only to run right into the boys, your brother included, dressed as the T-Birds. John B, perfectly in character as Danny, immediately whisked Sarah off to dance while Pope, the most adorably awkward Doody you'd ever seen, went to grab some snacks with Kiara, leaving you stuck with the bane of your existence as, of course, fucking Kenickie (Mason, as Sonny, dipped sometime before then without you noticing). The two of you spent the whole evening glaring at each other and hurling insults back and forth at breakneck speed, more in character than either of you'd ever want to acknowledge and for the second year in a row, you won first place in the group costume category.

At fourteen, you went as Princess Buttercup and JJ showed up as Westley, fake sword in hand as he followed you around all night like an annoying fly, sarcastically drawling "as you wish" every time you so much as glanced in his direction. Your brother, dressed as Inigo Montoya, nearly pissed himself laughing and you wanted to snatch both of their prop swords and shove them up their asses. You came in first again in the group costume contest and begrudgingly split the prize three ways.

At fifteen, you worked hard on a Dr. Ellie Sattler costume from Jurassic Park, he strolled in as a disheveled Dr. Alan Grant with mud splattered boots and tattered clothes, and you really regretted not taking the offer to be the Tai to Sarah's Cher and Kiara's Dionne. Once again, Mason laughed so hard his face turned red and you were tempted to grab the sword he was holding and beat him over the head with it, not just for laughing at you but also for the completely atrocious Jack Sparrow costume he wore. To your absolute horror, you and JJ won the contest in the duo category and you wanted to melt into the ground when they called you onto the makeshift stage to collect your reward.

When you were sixteen, you and your friends "graduated" to the party held for the older teens inside the club itself. With costume rules a little more lax than they were for the younger kids, you decided to go as (an only slightly sexy) Janine Melnitz, complete with a prop telephone you answered every so often with a loud "Ghostbusters, whaddya want?!" much to the embarrassment of Mason, who was once again dressed as Luke Skywalker, this time in the fatigues he wore while training on Dagobah in The Empire Strikes Back.

You strutted into the party in your heels and pencil skirt only to nearly fall flat on your face when you caught sight of JJ in a terrible black wig and glasses, proton pack strapped to his back and 'Spengler' printed on the front of his jumpsuit. Your brother winced when you all but screeched "Again?!" right into his ear and grabbed your elbow, dragging you over to an empty table and depositing you into an open chair.

"There's no way this is a coincidence anymore! He could've picked Venkman, with all the womanizing and lowkey being a creep and thinking he's God's gift to mankind? It would've been the perfect choice! He's not nearly adorable or dorky enough to be Stantz or sassy enough to be Winston-"

"Jesus, you have a lot of feelings about Ghostbusters," Mason muttered, rolling his eyes when you shot him a withering glare.

"Shut up! Listen to me, there's no way in hell Maybank randomly decided to be, out of alllll the 'Busters, Egon fuckin' Spengler, okay? He had to have somehow known I was coming as Janine and did it just to piss me off!"

Your brother heaved a deep, heavy sigh that made you want to smack him and fixed you with a deadpan stare. "Or, have you pulled your head out of your own ass long enough to think that maybe you're just becoming...predictable?"

You really did smack him then, hard on his exposed shoulder and he yelped, scowling as he rubbed at the red mark you left behind. "Ow! What the hell, bitch?!"

"Don't you dare call me predictable, you dickhead! I pride myself on my costumes being very unique and unexpected -you know, out of the box!"

"Hate to break it to you but they're not really out of the box if Maybank shows up in a matching one every single year." He said with an infuriating, shit-eating grin, patting your shoulder before straightening the plush Yoda strapped to his back. "I'm gonna go get some food, wanna come with?"

Still miffed at his comment, you shoved his arm away and glanced down at your lap, ignoring your brother's sassy "your loss" as he headed toward the snack tables. Not even a minute passed by before his empty seat was taken and you groaned when you looked up to see who it was, your eyes meeting a pair of bright blues behind tacky, oversized glasses.

"Hi, Janine."

"...Egon."

The two of you sat in silence after that, watching the dancing crowd under the flashing neon lights and sparkling disco ball until you saw him turn to face you out of the corner of your eye.

"Why Janine?"

"Huh?" You turned to face him, too, one eyebrow raised in a perfect arch as he gestured toward your costume.

"Why did you dress up as Janine, Y/L/N?"

"I've always liked her sassiness and 'I like to play racquetball.'" You offered a casual shrug of your shoulders and carefully stuck a finger under your wig to scratch an annoying itch above your ear. "Why'd you pick Egon, Maybank?"

"He's my favorite." He answered simply with his own shrug, shooting you a genuine, real smile that you, for who knows what reason, found yourself returning without a second thought. "Smart, hilarious -plus, 'I like to collect spores, mold, and fungus.'"

For the first time in your life, your eyes rolled out of amusement and not annoyance at something that JJ Maybank said and, to your complete surprise, it kind of felt...right. "Really? I'd have pegged you for a Venkman stan."

"Are you kidding? He's the worst!"

Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you'd sit across from your hated enemy, not only having a civil -hell, downright enjoyable- conversation but actually smiling right along with him, laughing at his jokes and doing your best to ignore the sudden flutter in your stomach each time you caught sight of his slightly crooked teeth when he grinned. You didn't even notice when your brother returned with Kiara, dressed as Moana, at his side and two heaping plates of snacks in his hands until his chair scraped gratingly across the hardwood floor.

"Kie, are you seeing this? Pigs must be flying 'cause they're actually smiling at each other." Mason said, cackling as Kiara turned to squint out the window.

"Yeah, I think I see one or two soaring around out there." She giggled and sent a mischievous wink in your direction. With your face feeling like it was on fire, you flipped them both the bird and took off, disappearing into the crowd and leaving all your traitorous, confusing thoughts about JJ behind with the boy himself; it was Rafe's last party at the Club and he owed you a dance anyway, but even as your best friend's older brother, cute as hell in his Thor costume, playfully twirled you around the floor to the Ghostbusters theme song, you felt more than your partner's blue eyes on you.

To no one's surprise, you and JJ won the duo category for the second year in a row and when you joined him onstage to collect your prize and didn't feel like you'd rather die than be up there by his side, you suddenly realized you were only certain about two things in life instead of three.

At seventeen, you were confident you and JJ wouldn't be matching for once (after last year, though, you were kind of thinking it wouldn't be that bad of a thing). You'd gone cult classic for your costume, pulling inspiration from your mom's favorite move, 1999's The Mummy, and put together a screen-accurate Evelyn Carnahan in her iconic black dress, including a handmade Book of the Dead and matching key. You blackmailed Mason with pictures of him, drunk as a skunk and dressed in your Janine costume from the previous year, and got him to go as Jonathan, complete with a pith helmet and prop bottle of The Glenlivet.

But, as always, JJ managed to surprise you. You literally ran right into his chest and if it wasn't for his arms instantly wrapping tight around your waist, you would've bit it hard.

"Whoa, careful there," He said, one hand keeping you close while the other moved to help you hold the book in your arms. "'The Book of the Dead? Are you sure you wanna be messing around with this thing?'"

Of course he'd make the perfect Rick O'Connell, you thought as you playfully raised one eyebrow and curled your fingers around the strap of the gun holster draped over his shoulder. "'It's just a book. No harm ever came from reading a book.'"

Mason was a little too in character as well as he dramatically rolled his eyes and wandered off, muttering "puh-lease" under his breath and shooting Sarah a conspiratorial wink that you didn't see. The blonde girl glanced between the two of you -arms still around each other and identical smiles on your faces- and grinned. The party flew by in a blur of movie quotes, laughs, and more dances than you could count and by the time you made it home, 50 bucks in the pocket of your dress and another group costume win under your belt, you were almost positive you never actually hated JJ Maybank in the first place.

Now at eighteen, you pulled out all the stops for your last party at the Island Club. You'd spent the last few months slaving over your costume, sewing custom pieces, hand-crafting your prop, and spending way too much money on body makeup and a wig but when you saw the final product in the mirror, you knew it was all worth it. You were ready to slay the competition this year and take home first place for the final time.

Mason, indifferent as always about the contest but willing to do anything to keep those pictures from seeing the light of day, didn't protest one bit when you forced him into the matching costume you'd made for him -in typical Mason fashion, he liked that he didn't have to wear a shirt and could show off his muscles- and spent a few hours perfecting his makeup.

You felt on top of the world when you walked into the party that night as Gamora, a replica of her Godslayer sword in hand and skin painted a perfect shade of green, followed by your brother as Drax, already flexing for anyone and everyone looking his way. The rest of your friends came to win as well: John B and Sarah as Flynn Rider and Rapunzel, Kiara as Eleven, Pope as T'Challa, and, of course, JJ as Peter Quill, Baby Groot perched on his shoulder and twin blasters at his hips.

"Lookin' good, Gamora!" He called over the music, shimmying his way over to you with some dance moves that would impress Star-Lord himself.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Quill." You replied in a sing-song voice, even as you took his outstretched hand and let him pull you into the crowd of bodies hopping up and down to some terrible EDM beat under the twirling disco ball.

"It got you out here with me, didn't it?"

You rolled your eyes and hooked the sword to your belt before stepping closer and draping your arms around his neck, twirling your painted fingers in his hair. "Just remember, 'I know who you are, Peter Quill. And I'm not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your pelvic sorcery.'"

You should've known you spoke too soon the second you saw the spark in JJ's eyes that all but screamed 'wanna bet?'

And that's how you found yourself in the middle of the single hottest make out session you'd ever had the pleasure of participating in an hour later: back pressed against the locked door of someone's deserted office, legs wrapped tight around his waist and his hands hooked under your ass, both your sword and his blasters abandoned on the floor at his feet, and he was either a sinfully good kisser or trying really, really hard to blow your mind.

"I'm not gonna end up green after this, am I?" He mumbled against your mouth before trailing his lips along your jaw and you breathed a laugh, tightening your grip on his hair.

"This is professional makeup, dumbass. It's gonna take more than some kissing to smudge it."

"I'm down for some smudging if you are."

You pulled him back for another kiss in response and gasped into his mouth when he walked across the room, one strong arm reaching out to sweep whatever was on the desk to the floor before setting you down on it.

"Confident, are we?"

JJ smirked at your breathless question and the way you hooked your ankles around the backs of his thighs to pull him closer. "So is that a yes to the smudging?"

"Just shut up and kiss me."

He did -very well, you might add- and you kissed him back, untangling your hands from his hair to slide them under his jacket instead; you helped him push it off his shoulders and it had barely hit the ground along with poor Baby Groot before your fingers were tugging his shirt from the waistband of his pants.

"Someone's impatient." He teased, leaning back just far enough to let you pull it over his head and toss it somewhere behind you.

"Someone doesn't know how to stop talking." You whispered your reply low in his ear and then trailed your lips down his neck, smiling in satisfaction at the tremble in his voice when you kissed the purple mark you'd left behind earlier.

"N-never was very good at that."

"'You should've learned.'"

"'I don't learn, it's one of my issues.'"

One of his hands gripped your wig, pulling your head back a little roughly -you'd have so been into that if it had been your real hair he pulled- and you winced at the way the bobby pins holding it it place tugged painfully at your roots. "Ow, not so hard!"

"Wait, what the fuck? I thought you were wearing a wig!"

"I am but it's still pinned to my actual hair!"

"Sorry, but how the hell was I supposed to know that?"

The sight of JJ's face slowly turning red made the butterflies in your stomach go haywire and so you just shook your head, mumbling "don't worry about it," before pressing your lips to his once again. He was gentler this time with the pulling and you dug your nails into his bare shoulders at the thrill of his mouth against the exposed column of your throat, leaning back further and further until you laid flat on the desk.

His fingers had just unbuttoned your pants when your phone started to ring from your pocket, blaring the Star Wars theme you had set as your twin's ringtone.

"Mason's timing is impeccable," JJ said sarcastically, chuckling as you clamped a palm over his mouth and answered the call.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Jesus, no need to be pissy!" Mason loudly replied over the applause crackling through the phone's speaker. "I just thought you'd like to know that we just won best group costume with Maybank. Again."

The blond winked at the mention of his last name and pulled your hand away from his mouth, pinning it to the desk beside you with one of his while the other started tugging your pants down over your hips.

"Oh, that's cool, Mase-" You inhaled sharply when his lips touched the edge of your underwear, so close to where you wanted him most but at the same time so far away, and your fingers held your phone in a white-knuckled grip. "But I-I'm kind of in the middle of doing someone -something!- right now."

"Smooth," JJ said, not even trying to be quiet as he released your pinned hand to finish pulling your boots off, along with your tight leather pants that he casually tossed aside. "And I knew you weren't green under these!"

Your laugh quickly turned into a gasp when his fingers hooked under your panties and pulled those off, too, and the touch of his tongue against the skin of your inner thigh sent white-hot lightning racing through your veins; the phone slipped from your grip, falling with a clunk onto the desk as your fingers tangled in his hair and he lifted one of your knees over his shoulder.

"Okay, I'm hanging up now! I already know you're getting laid but I don't need to hear it." Mason's loud grumble drifted up through the speaker and if you weren't so preoccupied with the boy between your thighs doing some downright wicked things to you with his mouth, you might've noticed that your brother didn't actually sound that grumpy before he ended the call and your phone's screen went dark, right as you lost control of your voice.

"Fuck me."

"Funny, I thought that's what I was doing?" You felt more than heard his response against you and a shiver ran down your spine when his bright blue eyes flicked up to met yours in the dim light of the office.

"You know what I meant, Maybank."

"Trust me, Y/L/N, I know. Question is: where do you want me?"

You tugged on his hair, grinning wolfishly at the way his eyes fluttered closed and a low moan rose from his throat. "Everywhere in this damn room, starting right here."

"I was hoping you’d say that.”

- Back at the party, Mason looked up and met Sarah's gaze, both of her eyebrows raised expectantly as she asked, "Well?"

He took his time slipping his phone back into his pocket before giving her a quick nod, grinning triumphantly when she immediately burst into gleeful giggles.

"Yes! I just knew they had a thing for each other! Mortal enemies, my ass."

"I think that was the very first time in my sister's life that she didn't give a shit about the contest." Mason said and reached over to snag a cookie from her plate, chuckling when she pushed his hand away from the chocolate chip ones and toward the peanut butter. "We couldn't have pulled this off without you. I mean, making sure they showed up in matching costumes every year? Genius, Sarah. Absolutely genius."

The blonde girl grabbed her own cookie with a wink. "Think they'll ever figure it out?"

Your brother just threw his head back and laughed. "I hope not! I wanna save that story for my best man speech at their wedding."

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thestanceyg · 4 years ago

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NOT FOR ALL THE GOLD

He's a frat boy. He's the king of the jokers; a hard core partier. He believes in connections, not classes. She's student council president. She's the queen of campus; the face of admissions. She believes it's what you know, not who you know.

It's too bad they hate each other online. He's forever posting on the college reddit requests for people's class notes or info about what will be on the test. She's forever scolding him about not doing his work. He shares pictures of unlocked bikes stuck up in trees. It's heavily implied that he put them there. She's always trying to track down where it is to help the owner get it back down. She posts about StuCo events and he comments on every last one "LAME."

They meet one night when she's heading home from the library and he's on his way to grab more beer for a party. Together they stop a guy from harassing a drunk girl. She helps the girl get home while he makes sure the guy doesn't follow, and if the asshole learns a lesson too, well, no one's there to say anything about it.

They keep seeing the other around campus, but never get a chance to actually talk. The best they can do is a smile or nod across the quad. Neither of them are satisfied. They want more, but the other is swallowed up in the crowd before they can do anything.

But then, the girl-- Daphne-- makes a post looking for the guy and girl that helped her that night two weeks ago. What will they do when they both reply to the post and realize the bane of their online existence is also the one person they can't get out of their head from that night.

A Fremione story told in Reddit posts, text messages, and snap chats.

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So....I have been trying to write this for over a month now, and I’m struggling. It’s still on my to-do, but it was supposed to be a lovely birthday gift for @dresupi and we are well past that now. So, instead here’s a mood board and a synopsis. Hopefully someday the fic will be a reality.

#fremione #fred weasley x hermione granger #wip #someday this will be finished #sorry dres that it's not complete #happy very belated birthday

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 4 years ago

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College AU Week 1 Day 2 - Javier Pena

A/N: Day 2 of the January AU challenge and 300 follower celebration! I had so much fun writing this one and if you want a second smutty part I could be persuaded to do it. Thank you for every reblog, comment, and like. :)

Pairing: Javier Pena x female reader

Warning: 18 + (language, mentions of drug/alcohol use, reader has an ex boyfriend)

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My friend dragged me to this party, and I just saw my ex quick make out with me.

Javier readjusted the tie in the mirror again for the twelfth time before ripping it off and opening up the top three buttons of the shirt. Tugging on his trusty leather jacket over the shirt and holstering his gun. Javier spent his life working as an on-campus security guard at the local University. Breaking up parties with underage drinking, busting students for narcotics use, and making sure they felt safe on campus. He took great pride in his job, and the pay wasn't awful. Although as he's gotten older over the last few years, he felt something was missing from his life.

He joined some of the dating sites and apps that his buddy Steve, a history professor, suggested. Steve had met his wife, Connie, on one of the sites, and they seemed happy with their new baby girl Olivia so why not. It was a disaster. The dates were dull and expensive, each of them expecting him to dish out for them. He still slept with all of them, but nothing lasted for more than an evening of fun. It was cheaper and easier to pick someone up in a bar than find a relationship with someone.

The newest guard at the station Daniel Van Ness had begged him to get out of the faculty party he had been assigned. Javier hated them just as much as the recruit, but by now, he had a few friends on the faculty, and it wouldn't be a total bore. He just needed to make sure no students crashed the party and that anyone who drank too much got home safe and not behind the wheel. It wasn't the most ideal event, but every dollar he made went back into the house fund. Javier had the goal of buying a house this year, and he was so close to making his goal.

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Across town, you readjusted the straps on your purple dress for the twelfth time. Faculty events were the bane of your existence. As a literature professor and the classics, you'd much rather spend the evening with a glass of whiskey, comfy couch, and a book. Instead, your friend Tata decided it would be fun if you tagged along this year.

You hated events like these, but the President of the University insisted on these events to raise funds for the school. Although with the outrageous amount of money they collect from students and the way they badger former students for donations, the school should be rolling in the dough.

Tata's husband was in commerce and owned a large shipping company across town. Tata ran the daycare the University used to teach students about business and childcare. She was one of the sweetest women you'd ever met, even if her husband did kind of give you the creeps.

Your phone chimes and you smile at the party emojis from Tata and reply back that your on the way. Grabbing your black lace shawl and tossing it over your shoulders and your purse, plopping in your phone and heading for the party. Who knows, maybe it would all turn out for the better?

Who the hell ever told you to be so optimistic? It's basically asking for trouble. The party was in full swing when you arrived. Well, as full swing as a party full of academics can be. The DJ was trying to play music people could dance to, but only a few were actually dancing, and it was mostly couples. Tata sees you instantly, and you almost groan at how effortless she looks. She's smaller than most people in the room, with cute shoulder-length brown hair that curls at the ends and a strapless purple dress with a thin see-through shawl around her shoulders.

"You made it," she squeals and pulls you into a hug.

You can't help but smile at her enthusiasm and return the hug, "Did you ever doubt me?"

"Of absolutely! If I hadn't threatened to come and drag you out of that apartment, you wouldn't be here. But I am very glad you here, now Pablo owes me money, he bet against you." She grins and pinches her fingers together.

"You and your husband had a bet to see if I would come to the faculty party?" You laugh, and she takes a sip, nodding.

"Yes, the business has been a little slow lately, and you know my husband is always planning what's next. I needed something to keep his mind on me."

You loved Tata, but her husband was really an asshole; you could smell the fake from a mile away. You see the bar and tell Tata you're going to get a drink, but she's already off like a butterfly floating around the room. You make your way over to the bar, order a whiskey on the rocks and take a small sip turning around the room and scoping out the scene.

Your eyes lock in on the movement in the corner. From the shadows emerges, someone new from the usual faculty crowd. He's tall and broad as hell in a black leather jacket thrown over a light blue button-up the top three buttons undone exposing his chest, tucked into dark wash jeans. You observe the holster around his waist tucked under the coat and the badge. He must be campus security, and it's almost like he can feel your eyes on him. He looks up from the shadows, and your eyes meet.

Holy fuck.

His eyes captivate you and suck you in like the swirling vortex of a tornado. Sucking you in deeper and deeper into his soul. It's electric. You see his lips curve up in a small smile, and his mustache rises, and all you can imagine is how it would feel against your lips if you kissed him. He takes a step in your direction, and you move a step closer before someone is shouting your name. You freeze and turn, looking at the door, mouth agape.

Your ex-boyfriend Roberto Ramos is striding over to you wearing tan dress pants and a blue and white striped polo. You grimace, looking back over towards the handsome stranger and then back at Poison. Tata's little nickname she came up with after you broke up and realized how honestly much of a scumbag he was. You make the split decision, and place down your drink and walk quickly over to the guard. He raises one eyebrow as you race over to him.

You throw your arms around his neck, and he places his on your waist. "Save me, please," you whisper, looking at him with wide eyes, "that's my ex over there, and I really want him to leave me alone. If it looks like we're here together, he won't approach."

"That one?" he nods, and you try to look over the corner of your eye and see Poison freeze watching you. You shake a yes and smile at the guard. "Seems like a fascinating guy," he deadpans, and you laugh, making him smile down at you. "What do you need me to do? Get rid of him? He's just staring at us." He whispers conspiratorially, grinning at you.

"Kiss me," the words are out of your mouth before you can think, "make out with me, and he will leave me alone." His smile drops, and he looks between your eyes and lips before nodding. His head drops, and he tentatively connects his lips with your own. He presses once then twice, taking a step closer to you and running his fingers up your neck and dipping your head back, deepening the kiss.

You gasp and grasp the lapels of his leather jacket, his arms winding around your shoulders and pulling you even closer, no space between you. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, and you open, feeling him lick inside your mouth. His tongue tangling up with your own. You moan lowly, and he takes a step further into the shadows and into the hallway away from the party. Your back connects with the wall, and you let out a small grunt before you run your fingers through his hair and tug gently. He groans and pushes a knee between your legs spreading them—your panties rubbing against the fabric of his jeans. The feeling between your legs is enough to snap you back to reality.

"Wait," you pull away panting, he drops his head to your shoulder, letting out hurried breaths before he slowly raises his eyes, resting his forehead against yours.

"Too much?" he asks, nervously chuckling.

"Not enough, to be honest," you look into his eyes and smile. "That was...fucking amazing, but we shouldn't really have sex across the hall from a faculty party."

His cute little eyebrow raises again, "Oh, is that where this was headed? I thought you just needed me to escape your ex?"

You laugh, "Well, if he doesn't get the hint now, I think I may need to file a restraining order."

"I can help you with that if you need it," you smile and kiss him again, loving the feel of his mustache brushing against your lip.

"I don't think he will be a problem anymore, but...maybe I am a little nervous about going home right now, ya know, in case he shows up…"

"Well, we can't have that. Would you like to maybe spend the night over at my place?" You match his smile and nod, "for safety, right?"

"Oh yeah, for safety," you take his hand, and he intertwines your fingers.

"I need to stay till the end of the party for work," he looks down at his watch, "we got about two hours. Do you think you can make it that long?"

"Can I stay near you?" he nods, and raises your intertwined hands to his lips, and kisses your knuckles.

"On one condition," he teases, "you have to tell me your name." You laugh, letting him know your name, and he smiles, telling you his. Javier Pena. The name rolls off your tongue, and he groans before kissing you again. "This is going to be the longest two hours of my life."

"Well, if you make it through this party, I can tell you the after-party will be much for enjoyable." He moans, and his eyes darken.

"I can't wait."

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mihidecet · 4 years ago

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Sbi&CO d&d AU: The Dream Team

Aka: Tibi's MCYT WritingTober, day 29: "A normal day"

Listen the original prompt, from @the-only-gamer-gost 's list, was evidently mc related but I just had to write this. Whops ahah

It's time for you to meet another part of this AU's cast! I do hope you'll enjoy reading this ahahah

George takes a deep breath.

He is in his study: the smell surrounding him is gentle, of old wood and older books, of the flowers he's growing on the windowsill, of the almost empty cup of tea his tutor insisted he drank before practicing - "you can't do magic on an empty stomach, I will not have you pass out like a fresh-faced student with no experience!"

It is quite easy to fall back into his own mind, he's done it so many times ever since he started training, but it is never quite easy to-

A light thump, the sound of a small metallic bead hitting his window, prompts him to open his eyes.

George purses his lips in barely concealed irritation and shakes his head. He has to focus. This is precisely why he wanted to skip breakfast, so that he could start before they arrived to bother him.

He's been meaning to try out a new theory - a new spell - for a while, and it requires him to be at maximum concentration because time is a fickle bitch that does not like being toyed with.

So George closes his eyes again and focuses on the pattern of his breathing. He feels for a moment in complete awareness of every inch of his body, and then he opens his eyes.

In front of him, millions of millions of shimmering particles float, gently, into the air in front of him, as if somebody had decided to hang an infinite amount of pieces of iridescent glass with invisible strings. George could live a thousand years and never get tired of seeing the figments of reality and specks of possibilities that exist in the time dimension.

Raising his hand to touch one of them feels like moving through thick molasses after a day of exercise - his muscles protest, scream at him, and it is such a strenuous act.

But he knows to persist - what's coming is going to be even harder - so after what seems like an eternity, but in reality is no time at all, the tips of his fingers brush against the burning cold of a figment of reality.

A fraction of a second later, George stumbles forward, head ringing as he's thrown out of his own personal pocket in time. In his ears, the sound of another of those damned pebbles against his bloody window.

George lets out a loud curse and stomps to the window, opening it with a gesture of his hand and then immediately raising his arcane shield as another pebble flies right at him - as it had been aimed at his poor window once more.

Filled with a righteous fury, George slams his hands on the windowsill - mindful of his poor and completely innocent Forget-Me-Nots - and leans forward to look down at the recently acquired banes of his existence.

"See, I told you it would work- George! George wanna come train with us?" Calls out the fighter, waving a hand frantically as he elbows his shorter monk friend.

"No! Leave me alone!" George yells back, and instantly closes the window and goes back to his position in the centre of the room.

He closes his eyes, focuses on his breathing, and-

Another pebble. He is going to murder them.

"What do you want?! I told you I'm busy!"

The fighter spreads his arms open - almost hitting his friend in the face, if said friend hadn't ducked down instantly.

"Oh, come on George! It's gonna be fun!"

"I'm not interested! Now, leave before I start throwing spells your way!"

The monk scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest and lifting his chin up in defiance.

"As if you could catch me! I bet you can't, and you're scared, and that's why-" a pale green hand is suddenly covering the human's mouth, its owner looking awkwardly up at George with a tentative smile - as if that douche's attempt at riling him up could have worked.

On a completely unrelated note, George has had enough of that conversation.

"You bother me again today and you will regret it." And with that, he closes the window again.

Definitely not hearing the monk's confused "does that mean we can come back tomorrow?". He is just going to ignore it.

The moment he turns back around, he almost has a heart attack.

Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and a knowing smile on his face, is his mentor.

"Bloody hell, I didn't hear you arriving." George mumbles, moving to grab him a chair as the older wizard chuckles.

"I figured, you were having quite a spat." Scott comments, sitting down on the armchair and nodding towards the window, looking more pleased than he should be.

George gives a scoff, letting himself slump into his chair.

"They are relentless. I don't know what to do anymore." He mopes, but as he should have expected Scott has no pity to share and immediately tackles a new, equally pressing problem.

"Have you found your teammates for the tournament yet?" He asks, crossing one leg over the other and resting his chin in his hand. About two months ago, George had agreed, after ages of declining invitations and rejecting requests, to take part in the yearly tournament his mentor ideated - agreeing only on the terms that he would be able to choose his own teammates. Which is not that unusual, people can arrive with their friends and form a team. George's main problem? His sadly evident lack of friends - at least, friends that will take part in the tournament.

"Not yet. They're all so … various. And peculiar. I'm-" He halts, hands clasped together and squeezing one another, as if they were stress relievers. Noticing his discomfort, Scott seems to take immediately a step back from his usual flippant persona as his expression softens and his posture relaxes.

"You're free to speak your mind." He reminds him gently, so George takes a small breath and looks away, towards the door, ignoring the awkwardness of his admission.

"I'm worried my purely academic training will make me underperform."

"That is possible. It is also possible that you do well. Has the prospect of failure ever stopped you?" Scott challenges, one eyebrow raising in doubt because this is the thing: Scott chose him as his protégé, he knows what George is capable of. He knows him, how competitive he is, how his pride gets in the way despite how much his self esteem is rather low. But still.

"I never had to fail in front of a crowd."

"I understand. Still, I think it will do you good. You should find people to team with, not many get this opportunity."

"I know! It's just that nobody's stuck out! They all seem like incredibly talented people!" George protests, crossing his arms over his chest and slumping back into the chair - sliding down a little, so that his chin presses up against his chest. So now he looks and feels like a child throwing a tantrum. Splendid.

"Well. I think there are at lest two you know by name." Scott notes, smiling with a conspiratory look, and George feels incredibly stupid that he let himself be played like this - did Scott manage to bring the discussion back to the two dumbasses that have been bothering him nonstop for the past couple of weeks?!

Dream and Sapnap- he has no care for them. None at all.

"Shut up." George replies weakly and Scott simply laughs - ever so rude, laughing at his self inflicted misery - before standing up. He circles the desk between them and puts a hand on his head, messing up his hair with a chuckle.

"I have to go, I have matters that await me. But it was nice to see you doing well. I'll wait for the names tonight." Scott's sing-song voice calls as he leaves with a smirk, closing the door behind him.

George lets out a long sigh and resigns himself to morning of meditating and practice.

It was nice to see his mentor again - he's been worried lately, as if on edge. George figures it's the tournament's fault, but one may never be sure.

A couple of days later, Dream wakes to the feeling of a pillow hitting him square in the face. Followed by a ripping noise. Followed by the feeling of stuffing falling on his face.

"Oops-" Sapnap says above him: when Dream opens his eyes, he's holding his pillow, now with a tear in it and stuffing slowly falling on the ground.

"SAP! What the fuck did I tell you about the tusks?!"

After their morning workout routine - which definitely does not entail Dream chasing Sapnap around their room as the shorter man jumps around on the furniture to escape, and absolutely doesn't end with them rolling on the floor as the half orc holds his teammate in a headlock - they have a quick breakfast and then hurry to the Academy.

Today's the day: they will be announcing the teams for this year's tournament, and they both can't wait who they will be fighting with.

The announcement is a strictly participant-only event, and from that point on they will have about a month to train with their new teammates inside the Academy's facilities.

The Academy is a huge building that looks and feels like those castles they talk about in fairytales: sky high towers of iridescent colours, with strands of various shades of purple and orange connecting invisible points in space - and perhaps time too. There are stairs and bridges connecting different sections, and Dream knows, from stories told by Master Calvin, that it is as tall in the sky as it is deep inside the bowels of the Earth. A magnificent display of arcane power and architectural prowess. As one would expect from the creators of this tournament, but still.

The crowd that gathers around the entrance is one of the most varied assortment of adventurers Dream has ever seen, and he knows Sapnap is thinking the same thing because the human's head keeps whipping from side to side as he stares at the people walking by.

Dream shoots, from time to time, a look around. He's not particularly looking for somebody - he is - and he's not going to let the knowledge of who is competing distract him from trying to do his best - debatable.

But still.

All the participants are directed toward the entry, where after a quick scan - to avoid strangers from entering - they manage to get inside the main hall.

Now, Dream and Sapnap have been told, by their respective masters, about the Academy, but nothing can ever quite prepare you for something this grandiose and extravagant as what they are seeing.

One would expect a centennial arcane academy, built by two archmages and hosting the best of the magical world in terms of teachers, students and knowledge, to be a stuffy, old fashioned institution.

One would be quickly proven wrong, as just the entrance hall happens to be a stunning portrait of multiple colours, bright and radiant, with moving paintings of famous arcane masters casting spells side by side with rather sweet drawings of past winners of the tournament hugging each other and holding out their prizes.

When Master Calvin had first suggested he move for a while to the Academy, in order to fully develop his arcane abilities, he had been skeptical: how could he, when Calvin's house had been his home for so long? But now, seeing all this, he thinks that maybe he could come to like this place.

At the end of the hall, on an apparently clear glass panel, are displayed the names of each team member.

With all the chatter and cheers and noises of people looking for each other - some are already leaving, having found what and who they were looking for - it's hard to catch the sound of Sapnap's sudden gasp.

It is less hard to notice him gripping his wrist and vigorously point at the glass as he lets out an excited laugh.

Dream follows where he's pointing, and-

"George is with us?!" He exclaims, mostly out of pure disbelief, eyes wide open as he looks back and forth between his friend and the list of names on the board.

"We're so going to win this!" Sapnap answers with an elated smile before bursts out laughing, jumping up and wrapping him in a full body hug - Dream catches him, letting out a small "omf" that is mainly due to the unexpectedness of it all.

"I can't believe it, we got so lucky!" The half-orc comments, his eyes skimming through the names listed on the board - some he recognises, more or less unfortunately, and some he doesn't.

"I know, right?! -" Sapnap comments, leaning back and letting go in order to nod with his head towards the floating glass.

"Now we just have to find out who Eret is, I guess."

#mcyt writingtober #sbi dnd au #dnd au #now sbi&co #dream team au #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound #smajor1995

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ambarto · 4 years ago

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Finwean Ladies Week Day One: Miriel

I really wanted to participate in @finweanladiesweek, but for a variety of events I haven’t really had time to write as much as I wanted and I only have one fic ready which will be for the last day of the week. As it is, I’ve instead decided of essentially writing down some of my headcanons about a lady for each day.

For day one the prompt was Miriel and Indis, and as such I’ve decided to talk about Miriel, given that I have a lot of headcanons about her that I’ve never talked about, so below the cut a list of all my favorite hc’s about her, which hopefully someone else will like too.

Miriel was born in Cuivienen, and as long as she remembered she had always been fascinated by the faint light one could see on the horizon on particularly clear days. When Orome came telling the Elves of Valinor, Miriel was one of those who thought he had to be speaking the truth about this wonderful land. She was even more convinced when Finwe came back and told them of Valinor and of all the things the Valar had made. Her parents, however, two of the first awakened Elves, were two of the people who decided to stay behind, not trusting Orome. It was hard for Miriel to leave behind not just the land she was born into, but her family as well. However, Miriel was through all her life (and death as well) a stubborn woman and her mind could rarely be changed after it was made. Even if the choice came with many hardships for her, she decided to go to Valinor, and refused to change her mind about it.

She became close to Finwe during the journey. They had already known each other before, but only as acquaintances. He admired the strength she showed in standing by her choices even if they hurt her, and tried to be close to her. He fell in love with her somewhere around what would later be called the Misty Mountains. Miriel, for her part, took a fairly long time to realize her feelings for Finwe were romantic in nature: only after she’d already liked him for a long time she understood her interest wasn’t purely platonic. Finwe didn’t have a lot of time to think about romance once they reached Valinor, as he had to coordinate the construction of Tirion, but the two of them married soon after the Noldor started to build the city.

Miriel didn’t have a lot of friends, but Indis was one of them. Indis was a little younger than Miriel, and the two of them got along very well ever since Cuivienen. Their relationship soured a little after Miriel got engaged to Finwe, although but they didn’t argue. Indis simply started spending more time with the other Vanyar and less with the Noldor, and Miriel didn’t realize it was because it hurt Indis to see her friend engaged to the one Indis loved, because out of respect for Miriel and Finwe’s decision Indis did not speak of her own feelings to her friend. Miriel and Indis however did care much for each other for all of Miriel’s life, and Indis mourned Miriel for a long time when she died.

Even if Finwe and Indis hadn’t later married, Miriel would have probably not been reborn for many, many centuries. She was strong, and it was twice the shock to those who knew her to find out how consumed her spirit had been through her pregnancy with Feanor. There had been instances before of mothers needing a long rest after their children were born, but never so bad. Miriel, well, she had always been an all or nothing kind of woman. She had pushed all of her strength and all of her fea to Feanor while she carried him, to the point that after his birth and before her death she barely had enough left to get out of bed, or speak. In Mandos, she did nothing but exist for the first few years, not just dead but asleep while being dead. It took her time to gather herself, let alone grow strong again, and for a long time coming back to life was something she dared not even think about.

She was actually happy when Finwe and Indis married. She loved them both, and found it rather comforting to know her husband had someone else by his side, as before she had felt guilty of having left him alone with their son. It pained her to see how much Feanor resented Indis, and wished her son would understand Miriel was not offended at all. She also wished Feanor would get along better with his half-siblings, as from what Miriel heard of them they all seemed fairly nice people.

While she came back after Finwe died, she still preferred to keep to herself the majority of the time, and remained in what parts of Mandos the living were allowed to be in. Indis came to visit her, at times, and their meetings were tense at first, but they eventually managed to rekindle their friendship. Miriel also met many of her extended family, many of them curious about meeting the woman who had given birth to Feanor, but for all her second life she preferred to stay in Mandos than to go back to live with other Elves.

Before she became known for her needlework, Miriel was talented at making rope. Sewing was still very rudimentary work in Cuivienen and Elves didn’t overly suffer the cold, and back then they didn’t mind simply dressing in furs or even walking around naked. Rope, on the other hand, was something that was often needed, and Miriel enjoyed the work, never having been able to sit around with her hands still. She did sew, if necessary, but it was only after coming to Valinor that she took up weaving and embroidering and they became her true passions.

Miriel was autistic. People often considered her somewhat awkward in conversation, as she disliked eye contact and often struggled to figure out what the appropriate facial expression was for a situation. She rarely understood what other people were feeling, unless she was given very clear signals about it. She had the tendency of getting lost in her work, and at times had to be reminded to put down the needle and get some food, or water, or sleep. Loud noises and crowds were the bane of her existence, but on the other hand she enjoyed strong flavors and scents and her favorite foods all had as many spices as possible. She talked a lot, to the point of at times being hyperverbal, and enjoyed vocal stims, like singing, humming, or even just repeating certain words under her breath over and over.

She was usually gentle and caring, but she could be more stubborn than any mule. She was hard to anger, but if someone did manage to piss her off then they would meet an ire that was perhaps only second to the one Feanor later could develop. While not overly involved with politics, she was always willing to help Finwe with decisions if needed.

Finwe and many of those who knew Miriel often found themselves thinking that she and Feanor would have gotten along wonderfully, as Feanor grew. While Feanor never really picked up sewing, he admired crafts of all kind, and had his mother been alive to teach him maybe he would have become a renowned weaver in addition to all his other achievements. Not to mention, Miriel used to have fairly strong opinions on language - specifically, about pronunciation, and on how certain words should sound. Sometimes, Finwe would find Feanor working on his linguistic treaties and muttering a word under his breath over and over, trying to gauge the sound of it and the way the accents fell and what pronunciation would be considered the best for it, and was always struck with the thought of how wonderful it would have been to see Miriel sitting next to Feanor and giving him her thoughts and advice.

#finweanladiesweek #miriel #my headcanons

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milkygcf · 4 years ago

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Hi i'd luv 2 req. A bully jungkook x reader e2l fic pls 🥺 5k~ tysm!

//credits go to @jjoon for the gif!//

Pairing | jjk x reader

Genre | e2l, bully!jungkook, college au

Warnings | mild cursing

Summary | ❝ Hi i'd luv 2 req. A bully jungkook x reader e2l fic pls 🥺 5k~ tysm!❞

Word Count | 5.4k

Author’s Note | hi anon! i’m sorry this took so long to write ... this really inspired me to write a full fic! i had to cramp in as much as i could and hopefully it goes to your liking ❤ thank you for your request! ________________________________________________________________

When you hoped for the best college experience, you didn’t mean to bring Jeon Jeongguk along with you. As far as you knew, he had other plans for a different school - so why did you end up spending a year and a half of college facing the worst each day?

It started when you accidentally spilt his juice all over his study notes when a friend of yours jokingly pushed you. From that very day on, he’s been firing you up almost every day of seeing you within his sight. Making you seethe when he steps into your vision. Despite apologizing and offering to rewrite his notes for him, he still made it his mission to make college incredibly agonizing for you.

For example, all the times he’s made you feel like pure, utter shit.

Unlike what his looks demonstrated, Jeon Jeongguk was an absolute bully. You have all the evidence to back this up.

And that so happens to be at this very second as he scribbles all over your essays, vandalizing them with random characters from the games he spends all night playing. “Stop that-!” You cry out, watching your clean work melt into a behemoth of a mess before you.

“Stop? Your notebook’s boring - I’m just adding more life to it!”

The look on his face symbolizes the devil incarnate himself. Jeongguk was devilishly handsome, except for the fact that he was the bane of your existence.

Handsome?

God forbid he ever finds out you think of him like that.

“No,” You let out an exasperated huff, “You’re just earning me a bad reputation! Can’t you just fuck off?” Frankly, you’re just wasting precious time and energy, because no matter how many times you urge him to piss off, he wouldn’t budge. He’d keep on being a complete brat.

Nothing was on your side when it came to Jeongguk - not even the gods themselves.

Truly, you deem yourself as the most patient person to ever walk this earth. You say this out of the experience. But when Jeongguk steps into the picture? You want to give him a good kick to the balls because he was simply so aggravating.

Your friends know well of this yet they look at the situation in another light. A light which leaves you effectively deceived.

As you stomp towards your local buddies, you could hear the faint “Ah, here we go again,” leaving Seokjin’s lips as they all brace themselves for your routined outburst. It’d be surprising if you didn’t do this on the daily.

“I can’t believe him!” Your voice booms, agonized and worn out as you tumble onto an empty seat, letting yourself sink into the warmth of your arms. Attention attracts itself to you, but you couldn’t bother. Humiliation has nothing on the daily hardships you face - literally - every day.

“What did he do this time?” Jimin and Seokjin mutter in unison, watching you practically deflate in front of them. Honestly, what didn’t he do? Nowadays, whenever he even breaths your way, you deem it a huge inconvenience. Unfortunate.

How exactly is this unfortunate? You happened to be best friends with someone who’s very fond of your arch-nemesis, and that is Park Jimin. It’s either because he’s a libra or the heathen hypnotized him into blooming a friendship together. Countless times the beam of smiles tried his best to convince you that Jeon was an angel at heart.

You beg to differ.

With a distraught face, you look up at both of them. “He scribbled all over my essay - that little twerp is going to ruin me.” Words of truth. It’s not that deep - it isn’t. You offered to rewrite his notes, he was the one who decided to be all salty about the matter. Salty enough to make your life a living hell, that is.

“Wouldn’t you consider the fact that maybe his intentions aren’t to just be a bitch to you?” Jimin chirps in, wincing.

“You’re kidding. How many times do we have to go through this?”

“As many times as we need to,” Seokjin intervenes, letting out a fatigued sigh. To put it simply, he has way too many other things to be focused on right now besides your incessant whining. He loves you dearly, but having to listen to you ramble on and on about your rivalry with Jeon drains him to the last drop. “Haven’t you thought about clearing things with him? Perhaps it’s all a misunderstanding.”

“Over my dead body! He’s the one who started it, I already did my part of the job.”

If there was one word to describe you, it would be dense. This was on him, even if it bothered you to ends. Seokjin and Jimin knew this very well - they also knew that they were wasting their breaths with you, but it was worth a shot either way.

And so it was left at that.

As winter break approaches, you find yourself growing ecstatic as each day passes. Once you finally catch yourself a break, you’d be able to scatter away from the plight that is Jeon Jeongguk. Likewise, the man himself. You’re pretty sure he finds your mere presence a disgrace by the way there’s always a scowl tugging at his lips, or perhaps the devilish tricks he pulls on you until you can no longer take it and scurry off.

Jimin, much to his pleasure, compelled you into signing up to help with the school dance alongside him. Eventually, you caved in, albeit protesting that you’d rather use your free time binging whatever show Netflix recommended you. No one can bypass Jimin’s charms and the way his lips turn into a pout as he pleads to you.

And, well, perhaps you did need to be more productive.

So in reality, your best bud was doing you a favour.

How hard could it be anyway? All you had to do was decorate and help plan the catering, maybe throw in a few song suggestions. If possible, even cop yourself a date - you’d hate to weigh down Seokjin and Jimin just because you were looking sulky in a corner with your only friend being a cup of cranberry punch.

“You’re not going to bail on me last second, are you?” The brunet queries, looking at you cautiously with his eyes twinkling. Despite his teasing and constant pulling to get you to do things with him, you know he’d never force you into something displeasing.

You give him a look. “Gosh, what do you take me for? I promised you, didn’t I? You just have to make sure you keep your side of the deal.” A grin blooms onto his features. Right - he promised you a meal at your favourite diner for accompanying him. That way, he knew you’d accept for sure.

The hall is crowded with students, bustling with chatter as they discuss their excitement for the dance. You have to admit, it was an event to look forward to. To catch your breath and enjoy a moment of peace in a place that you can call a second home. And to top it off, it’s with the people you see every day who, just like you, are there to study for a future.

Understandably, you have no idea who half of the student body was, but it still felt like family.

Jimin instantly finds himself one of the coordinators and advises them about your presence whilst you fumble behind him rather nervously. “What exactly do we have to do?” You mumble to him, taking a good look around. The place seems way too dull when it’s not enriched with DIY banners and colourful lights adorning every nook and cranny of the room.

“Our duty for today is decorating. The theme’s pretty sparkly this year.”

“Isn’t it always like that?”

A voice is quick to interrupt your conversation, making you practically dart around to see the source of it. And it’s no surprise when you come face to chest - curse his height - with the very being you’ve grown to dislike over the months. He was here, in the hall, helping.

Just when you thought you’d be able to hide from Jeongguk, he proves you wrong. Like a predator hunting its prey.

“Gguk!” Jimin exclaims mirthfully, wrapping an arm around your sworn enemy. You really can’t help but worry for him. Ah, it is what it is. “I didn’t think you’d be joining this year.”

“You know I’d never miss an opportunity to help around. But,” he pauses, averting his gaze to you with a quirk of an eyebrow. “It’s a surprise you brought Y/N along.”

“I’m sorry?” You gasp rather too dramatically, earning the attention of those around you. Jimin bursts into laughter, shaking his head at your antics. This is betrayal at its finest - laughing at your misery, you might as well drop him this very second.

“Apology accepted.”

That fuels you even more. Your blood boils under the layers of your skin. God, couldn’t he get any less arrogant? “I can’t stand you,” you breathe out, scoffing. “Is there a rule that I can’t give a helping hand by any chance?”

Jimin watches all of this unfurl. If anything’s worth pure entertainment, it was the two of you. “Not if you run around with a stick up your ass,” Jeongguk replies with a measly roll of the eyes, “This won’t be any fun with you here.”

“Alright you two, cut it out.”

In all honesty, you doubt how fun that'll be. With him around, no one knows about the perils he could throw at you to prove his disdain. Your life could be in danger as you speak. What if you were walking around and he stuck his foot out for you?

Jeongguk clicks his tongue. “See you around Park - you should hop over to the sound room later. We could use your help.”

And that’s another encounter with Jeon Jeongguk for the day, much to your annoyance. You could see the way the brunet turns to look at you with a soft smile on his face, a small, reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Lighten up, it won’t be that bad.”

“My ass.”

“Y/N!”

---

Truthfully speaking, it isn’t all that bad. You’ve grown to interact more with everyone else - surprisingly. Not only that, but you were given the blissful pleasure to befriend what seems to be God’s favourite specimen, Kim Taehyung.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he was God himself.

Amid all these students, there’s Taehyung who you secretly claim as the light of your life. You’d be surprised if someone didn’t know him or of his presence in the hall, he truly stuck out brighter than all the sparkling decor being hung around the walls and on stage.

“Y/N-! Catch!”

If you weren’t quick enough, you would’ve been hit with a small pack of glitters straight to the head. Even worse, they could’ve opened and left you in a glittery mess. Laughter bubbles out of the man’s lips - music to your ears. You adore the way his locks bounce with each move he makes.

“That was pretty hazardous - I’m sorry, I’ll make sure to hand them over to you more politely next time.”

“I caught them, didn’t I?” You smile, letting the item dangle lightly from the tips of your fingers. Taehyung continues to beam, his pearly whites put all on show. You’re pretty sure you’ve never seen anything as beautiful as the man before you. Oh, and not to mention his voice. That golden bundle of harmony.

“Surprisingly,” Jeongguk butts in, snickering. And here it is again - like a comedic show, ready to make you the laughing stock. “Would’ve been hilarious to see you covered in pink glitters.”

“Ggukkie!”

Ggukie? If it wasn’t for the respect you hold for other people’s comfortableness, you would’ve bent over and hurled. It would’ve been a cute nickname if it wasn’t directed at the fiend. But it’s fine, you suppose - Taehyung has an endearing way of lacing nicknames.

He’s quick to ruffle the latter’s hair, making shy giggles tumble out of Jeongguk’s mouth. You can only stand and watch, squinting rather annoyingly at him. He was such a joy kill.

“I need your help with the soundbar,” Jeongguk explains nicely. His tone is gentle and he uses his hands to explain whatever was wrong, much unlike how he interacts with you. It’s in these moments you wonder why he treats you so differently when it was a small inconvenience you’d pulled on him months ago.

“No can do,” the elder tells him, scratching the back of his head. “I have to help Namjoon with the tickets. But I’m sure Y/N can help - didn’t you say you were good with tech?”

Oh.

In another life, in the same position you are in now, you would’ve declined and scurried off to avoid him. But, if you think about it, this could be the perfect opportunity to flaunt your knowledge and skill. If he gets to do it, then so can you.

It’s only fair, no?

You quirk an eyebrow towards the duo. This was your time to shine. “I’m sure he won’t need my help,” you taunt, “Jeonggukie can do everything, can’t he?”

Silence. He’s like a deer caught in headlights, with the way his eyes widen and his mouth becomes agape. You managed to pull a stunt on him, showing him victory and deeming yourself superior. Kim gives you a peculiar look before offering you a smile. “You’re right - Gguk’s incredibly talented.”

That wasn’t really what you were hoping for. You admit it hurt your pride a little, but there’s no way you were going to put it out on show. Jeongguk can kiss your ass.

“Uh, whatever. Follow me, I can’t wrap my head around what’s wrong with it.”

You were quite ready to start calling him petty, but as you slowly take in his response, you’re left perplexed.

Perhaps you’re taking it too far - this is only for a school dance after all. Although you can’t help but stand and stare at him for actually accepting your offer to help. “Hello? Are you going to just stand there? We have other things to do - hurry up.” Curse you Jeon Jeongguk.

“See you later Y/N!”

The chance of copping yourself a hot date to the dance, slowly streaming out of your grasp.

As you bid your farewell to Taehyung, you let yourself be whisked away by a rather grumpy Jeongguk, who stomps his approach to the sound room. It’s quiet - save for the weight of his rather chunky shoes - and if you may say so yourself, awkward. But nevermind that, you were assigned something to fix.

He takes you up a flight of stairs - much to your dismay, you weren’t fond of the exercise - and into a tiny, cramped room just on the opposite of the school’s stage. You could see everyone clearly from here - ants scurrying around to get their work done.

Jeongguk shuffles around behind you - you could feel his build bumping into yours here and there. “Okay, do you know what to do?”

“Huh?”

“I said, do you know what to do? Or were you just talking out of your ass?”

God, you can’t stand him. “Can you stop being such a bitch for once? Yes, just give me a few minutes and it’ll be ready.” A huff follows your line of conversation as you squat down to handle the component. He should be grateful you’re sacrificing your sanity to be with him right now. “What exactly is the issue here?”

There’s silence until your ears prick at the loud sigh that tumbles out of his lips. “Didn’t you hear what I told Tae? The sound keeps cutting.” You hum.

Your fingers lace around its wires, untangling the unattractive mess they’re in and inspecting whatever could be the problem. Unlike you, Jeon stands as far away as possible, offering you all the space you could need. His eyes watch you carefully, dancing onto every move you make. It’s peaceful, the only sound reverberating through the room being your breaths and the light clinks of the soundbar wires.

Your fingers start pulling each cable off one by one, setting them aside neatly and letting out a small sigh. Everything was in order, except for the crooked pins inside one of the cables that directly connects to the speaker. You turn to Jeongguk with a raised eyebrow.

“Did you plug these in? You bent the pins.”

He purses his lips, his hand flying up to scratch the back of his neck. “Guess I was in a hurry - can you fix them?” As he speaks softly, almost shyly, you swear you could see a hint of pink tinting his cheeks.

That’s cute.

“Hand me your credit card.”

“My what?”

“Your credit card - hand it over.” His face displayed pure horror. It’s not like you were going to run off with it - he wanted the soundbar fixed, didn’t he? You extend an arm out towards him, an eyebrow quirked at his hesitation.

“It’s fine,” an eye roll follows because he genuinely looks like he’s waiting for dinosaurs to resurrect. “I just need it to straighten the pins, yeah? Your card’s going to be back in your wallet before you know it.”

He’s looking at you with worry laced in his features until he’s stuffing his hands in those baggy pants of his and shuffling out his wallet. “You better give it back in one piece.”

What did he think you were - a heathen? Did he not know just how valuable credit cards were in today’s life? “Whatever,” you huff, fingers diligently wrapping around the piece and instantly starting to work your magic.

It takes you a few minutes of focus and caution, aligning the component back to its original shape. While you do so, Jeongguk observes cautiously. His eyes fawn over the way you stick your tongue out in concentration or the way you just engulf yourself in your own little world. Jeongguk thinks your hair colour compliments your skin.

You look pretty when you’re not throwing profanities at him.

It’s the daily entertainment he looks forward to every day. Not a moment goes by that Jeongguk doesn’t think about how to make you boil with fury in a matter of five minutes. Yet despite the delight of it all, he figures it’s about time he gives you a break.

Maybe a five-minute break - he misses the constant scowl etched onto your features whenever you catch sight of him.

"All done!" You beam, lips stretched wide as your hands perform the last trick. "Put a song on, bunny boy, see if it works."

Jeongguk stutters at the nickname. You, however, didn't realize it rolled down your tongue until it was too late.

He brushes it off and starts to scrolls through what seemed to be a multitude of playlists on his phone. You eagerly await the melody to boom quietly through the soundbar. However, he seems to be hesitant on what to choose and frankly, he was taking too long.

So you swipe his phone out of his grasp, leaving him clutching his credit card, putting his songs on shuffle. You give yourself the pleasure of coursing through his music taste - it wasn’t that bad. Diverse, to put it simply.

Kind of like yours.

“You listen to them too?” There’s an enthusiastic tone to your voice, eyes gleaming over the discography of a group you’ve grown to admire ever so much. They were the good fortune in your life - what was keeping you moving forward. Listening to their music gave you a sense of bliss.

Jeongguk peeks over your shoulder, his interest piqued as to why you’re so delighted over his music taste. “Hm?” He mumbles to himself, “You follow them?”

“Are you kidding,” you express matter-of-factly, “I don’t just listen to them! They are my heart and soul Jeon. I love them more than taco Tuesday.”

The last comment sends him hollering, catching you off-guard. You’ve never, in your time spent around him, heard him laugh so heartily before. If you must admit, it sounds melodious. Like the singing of birds in the early morning.

“Taco Tuesday - god, you’re something.”

Heat trickles up your neck to the ends of your ears, leaving you red in front of him.

“Should I take that as a compliment?” A snicker follows. “Well, it’s open for interpretation. Did you go to their last showcase?” You notice the way interest bubbles in the tone of his voice and the way his eyes glimmer with a newfound shine that you can’t quite decipher.

“Hell yeah, I did! It has to be one of their best one yet - they’re hitting it big this time!”

The room reverberates with joyous laughter, drowning out the low drum of the music playing in the background. It feels rather cumbersome, how one minute you’re at each other’s throats and the other your boisterous laughter mixes.

Maybe Jeongguk isn’t that bad.

However, it’s when the laughter dies down that the tension slowly rises. It isn’t thick - nor is it thin, but it’s there. It weighs on your shoulders and watches the inelegance crawl towards you. Jeongguk clears his throat and you find him rubbing the nape of his neck.

“Yeah, uh, I think you should be getting back down there.”

You shake your head heartily, your feet shuffling underneath you. “Could’ve sent a thank you my way you know.” The way it tumbles down your tongue makes it seem like you’re joking. His eyes wander onto you and there’s coral painting his skin again - he looks like a child. With the way his eyes go wide and he starts pursing his lips whenever he finds himself in situations as such.

“Right - yeah. Thanks, Y/N.”

That’s where another part of your constant feud ends.

Would you even call that interaction a feud? Technically, you weren’t exactly at each other’s throats this time, despite all you did was fix up the soundbar. It was rather nice. You think a smile on Jeongguk’s handsome features is ravishing - god forbid he ever finds out of the compliment.

It’s childish. It’s like throwing buckets of water off a sinking ship - useless. For someone attending college, both of you lack the maturity for it.

Okay, maybe he’s not the only one taking things out of proportion - you can be quite the bitch sometimes.

New revelation - for the last term, you’ll just drop it. Just like that. Let it unravel however it wishes.

Yet, it’s quite hilarious how all this took you was a heartfelt moment with the guy.

---

It takes you patience, teamwork and hours upon hours of choosing through various types of decorations and goods for the dance. Now that everything is ready - and just in time, if you may add - the event was to be held early in the evening.

Whilst everyone was simply ecstatic for the event, you were pissing yourself. Why exactly is a mystery - your nerves were slowly bursting one by one and you were growing anxious. You had no reason to.

Seokjin is currently rambling about how elegant his suit was going to look. It makes you admire how he considers a minimal event as something grand - another quality you can’t help but adore about him. Seokjin always makes himself stand out in the best ways.

Jimin sits by his side pecking at the loose threads of his jumper, eyeing someone which, according to his line of sight, was about a few meters behind you. At his silence, both you and Seokjin quirk an eyebrow.

“Goodness!” Seokjin squawks, sending a light slap to the youth’s shoulder. “All you have to do is ask him to go with you, you raging homosexual!”

Ah.

Jimin has had the fattest crush on one of the philosophy guys. He describes him to have the sexiest brain to ever walk the grounds of earth. Frankly, he wasn’t exactly wrong. Kim Namjoon walked the college halls with people behind him practically foaming at the mouth. He, however, didn’t exactly take notice of this.

The youth’s gawking at the elder amongst you, giving him that specific look at me, now look at him look. “No way. I’m too fond of the pride harboured within me to let it be crushed by someone so unbelievably hot.”

“Funny, considering you’re ranked one of the best looking to roam this goddamned building,” you comment, rolling your eyes. “Jimin, I bet you the moment you walk into his vision he will be swooning. He can’t say no to you.”

“You think so?”

“With a juicy ass like yours, no, he wouldn’t be able to resist.”

You feel something shuffle beside you, which you brush off as Seokjin’s feet - it’s not the first time he’d stretch his legs out beside you, just to annoy you. It’s until Jimin’s doubling over with laughter at the sound of someone’s voice that you finally pay mind to.

Jeongguk chuckles. “Really? I didn’t take you for an ass person, Y/N.” That’s exactly why your ever so lovely best friend - since high school, may you add - was tearing up. Seokjin tries his best to keep his laughter at bay, knowing well you’ll give them hell after this.

You’re abashed wholly as red inherits your skin from neck to ears. Jeongguk’s very existence was made to shame you - catch you at the most vulnerable moments and have you burden them for as long as you breathe.

“Where did you come from?”

“From the cafeteria. I came to ask you something.”

After this presumptuous interaction, you are confident that he may have hit his head this morning. This was more than peculiar, and frankly, it left you perplexed as ever. “Okay, go ahead, shoot.” Interest piques and you notice the way he hesitates before shooting a quick look towards Jimin who grins ever so evilly.

“Be my date for tonight.”

That bastard.

“What?”

“Hello? Can’t you hear? I told you to be my date for tonight.” He says it so straight-forwardly it almost has you toppling over your seat. His face harbours a look that you can’t quite fathom and it irks you. What was he plotting?

“There’s definitely a catch to this.” Seokjin and Jimin observe quietly, the elder sending the youth a few questionable glares here and there. It seems as if Jimin was the one behind this all - which, if he was, wouldn’t leave you surprised at all.

What a libra.

Jeongguk shakes his head - you grow soft at the way his locks bob as he does so. “I promise there’s no catch - I just want a date for the dance. That’s all.” It leaves you with a frown hanging on your lips. All he needed was someone to hang by his side.

“And from all the chicks around you ask me?”

There’s silence then - he doesn’t respond, only purses his lips and fiddles with his fingers. He avoids eye contact. You sigh. “Sure - yeah, sure, whatever. I’ll be your date, Jeon.”

“Score!”

You watch as both Jimin and your new dance date high five before you. The pits of your stomach continue to bubble with anxiety and soon enough you might even think this might be a bet.

Jeongguk went from provoking you to asking you to be his date.

Seokjin gives you a rather sceptical look, tapping at your hand lightly. “What was that supposed to be?” He asks you, gaze wandering about the two snickering to themselves. You peek at Jeongguk and he seems to be pretty content. You still can’t comprehend just what’s going on in his head, but you conclude that it’s no good.

“I don’t know, but I hope he doesn’t pull any shit and ruin a good night.”

---

To say you’re beyond nervous is an understanding.

The both of you agreed to meet at the school gates, and as you step out of the cab you conveniently managed to catch, the situation dawns on you greatly. What happened to being sworn enemies after an unintentional spill?

If you were to look back at the time you’ve spent planning the occasion, you’d say something changed. He doesn’t make your blood boil as much - he presents you that charming smile more often. Not to mention how soft and kind it’d become in contrast to the many devilish grins and disdainful scowls he’d sent your way before.

You can’t tell if it’s progress or not.

The building looks rather magical - students loiter around the main entrance with big grins decorating their faces. Their well-prepared looks shimmer under the dim lights radiating from inside the school.

“Y/N!” Your body instantly freezes at the sound of his voice. You’ve grown used to it over time, but in this specific condition, it shakes you to the core. “Over here!”

Feet trepidatiously coursing over to him, you let your fingers fiddle with your fit. You look presentable to say the least - perhaps not as extravagant as the other people who’ve probably spent half their paycheck on something to wear. Decent, as you would put it.

“You better not pull anything on me, Jeon,”

“Why would I?”

Well, why would he? Makes you debate. The behemoth of worries and what-ifs subsides slowly but surely because Jeongguk sounds so sincere. Not to mention the way he’s looking at you right now - it makes you shrink, but in a positive way. He has the faintest of smiles plastered on his lips.

You don’t know how to feel whatsoever.

“Listen,” you tell him softly, looking at the ground as if it was the most interesting piece of art. “If… If this is all a joke or a dumb bet with Jimin, cut it out. You’re acting weird.” As a result, you can almost detect the frown drowning his smile as you speak.

Jeongguk reaches out to hold your hands. If he hadn’t done that, you’re pretty sure you would’ve ruined your somewhat prized possession. His touch is warm - it sends electricity coursing through your veins and leaves you stunned. Your head’s quick to shoot up at him.

“I promise that it’s nothing like that. Can’t I take the girl I’ve had this like, huge crush on to a dance?”

If pigs could fly they’d be more believable than this very moment. What was he saying? Is he even sure he’s talking to the right person?

“You’re kidding?” You say almost breathlessly. You’re pretty sure your eyes are wider than what’s physically possible, and your mouth’s hanging open. Nothing could convince you just how true this was. “Shut up - crush? You’ve been nagging me since I fucked your notes up. How could you possibly have a crush on someone you clearly dislike?”

His facial expression becomes even more unfathomable. Jeongguk shakes his head gently, “I was just teasing! It’s a habit - you’re fun to mess with, much less be around. Was I that bad?”

Oh?

This was like entering a whole new universe. Was that a good way to even describe the whirlwind of emotions washing over you right now? Never had you even considered that, because why would Jeon Jeongguk, quite possibly one of the most alluring men to ever walk this earth, find entertainment in you? Much less harbour a liking.

You punch his shoulder jokingly.

“God - you bastard! For how long has this been going on?”

There’s a sheepish grin on his face - he’s rubbing the nape of his neck again, it’s endearing. “You remember that time you fixed the soundbar? Yeah, by that time, I was a goner - I think?” His words are all fumbling together. He was growing shy by the way red bloomed onto his cheeks. “Then… Then we kind of vibed during the whole planning thing. Jimin was kind of sceptical, so he uh, he confronted me about it.”

Ah, so Jimin was part of all this.

“Uh, I hoped this would’ve gone in a more, uh, romantic way? Maybe while we were dancing. I heard you put some pretty sappy songs in there.”

Seeing this new side of him hit you like that time Seokjin threw your school bag and earned you a nasty bruise on your nose. It’s fresh, better than the usual cocky talk he gives you.

Perhaps by time, it’ll grow on you.

“When I say you’re really something, I never had in mind this side of you.” You sigh gently, letting a miniature of a smile wash over your lips. This is nice. It’s calming. “Now that I have clarification, you’re not so bad yourself, Jeon.”

“And if you let me, I can continue to prove that on the dance floor.”

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love-dreams · 5 years ago

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i’m always right

jimin/reader | nerd!au, college!au | genre: fluff

synopsis: i don’t know why you even bother questioning me when i’m always right.

alternate synopsis: in which both reader and jimin can’t help but yearn for a relationship deeper than the term “study buddies”

contents: mild cursing, confession, mentions of drinking alcohol and parties

note: i lost my writing journal and i’m so sad *cries* but luckily i remembered this from the depths of my nonexistent brain. edit: nvrmind i found it lol

song rec/inspo: 《247》by seventeen, performance team

wc: 2.2k

“You must not be in your right mind, the answer’s obviously 74.”

“I'm not in my right mind?? Jimin, please check your work again.”

It was a nice Saturday afternoon, beautiful weather, sunny, blue skies...except you were stuck in the library with Park Jimin studying for your upcoming math final. The bane of your existence with you in the same room.

“I’ve checked it 2 times already, show me yours.”

With a groan, you handed your notebook over to the blond headed male beside you, already regretting your choice of studying with him. Jimin was smart, that wasn’t refutable, but was he a good person? Sometimes you questioned that. Especially when he questioned every single damn-

“Are you sure you divided correctly?” Jimin asked critically, after a few seconds of scanning through your work.

“Are you sure you divided correctly?” you snapped back, already annoyed that Jimin had questioned your answer.

The bickering between the two of you almost never stopped, leading to many of your peers wondering why you even studied together in the first place.

Jimin rolled his eyes at your childish response and moved onto checking the answer of the next question.

Because he’s smart, your rational side told you. It could benefit us to study with another person too!

However, after another ten minutes, you gave up. Screw this, I’ve been here for nearly two hours with this idiot!!

You stood up suddenly, slamming your books onto the table with a loud bang in the quiet library. Jimin looked up, surprised at your sudden action.

“I’m going home. This is stupid and we’re not getting anything done. I can be productive elsewhere without you annoying me.”

While packing up your textbooks, notebooks, stationery, and others, you noticed Jimin looking at something intently.

“Hey! That’s mine!!” you snatched back the notebook Jimin was curiously examining, blushing profusely.

Jimin smirked, “Well, I guess now I know what you meant by ‘being productive elsewhere.’ Have fun on your date!”

You blushed harder and chose to ignore Jimin’s taunting, throwing the remainder of your things into your backpack and exiting the library, walking quickly. He had picked up your planner, in which every hour of your life had been planned in. You couldn’t imagine what he had seen in there that had made him say that.

---------------

Mentally checking your schedule for the day, you did not have a date like Jimin suggested. In fact, you weren’t sure why it was written like that in your planner anyway. As you walked down the busy streets of Seoul, you started thinking about Jimin’s last comment. He didn’t seem to be very happy while reading the events in your planner…

I must be out of my mind. The math test is in a few days. I don’t have time-

“(Y/N)!! Over here!”

You looked up at the sound of a voice calling your name, scanning the street around you. Then you saw the small cafe with an enthusiastic waving hand. Smiling, you walked over to the cafe and sat down in one of their empty chairs.

Suddenly you remembered the planner.

“Yeri, were you the one who wrote ‘date’ in my planner?”

Yeri looked momentarily confused before chuckling “That was such a long time ago! You kept on forgetting, so I wrote it in your planner. Well, it worked, didn’t it? You’re here!”

Annoyed, you pinched at your nose.

Yeri, seeing your frustration, shrugged, “It is a date! With your girlfriend that’s all. Why are you so upset-” Yeri shrieked when you pinched her hand, embarrassedly covering her mouth. “Hey-!”

“Jimin saw it!! And now he’s going to tease me for the next few weeks just because of this! Yeri, we have a math test in-”

“Come on, (Y/N), it’s just a little joke. Don’t worry about it.”

And with a late afternoon snack with your best friend, the scenario was washed from your mind.

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“Shit, shit, shit.”

You had woken up a little bit late, exactly ten minutes after your alarm clock rang, and you were panicking. It was the day of your big math final and without those extra ten minutes, you wouldn’t have enough time to grab your coffee and eat a good breakfast as well. Rushing out of your apartment with your bag, you made it onto campus ten minutes before the exam started, breathless as well as a little sweaty.

As you jogged up to the entrance of your test building, you heard a familiar voice passing you.

“Hey! (Y/N)!”

Turning around, you saw Jimin, glasses, cheeks a little pink from the cold morning air of Seoul, and was that a ponytail? Jimin jogged over and stood in front of you, nervously before pulling something behind him.

Jimin handed you a cup of warm coffee, “Good luck on your exam, (Y/N).”

You nodded numbly, unsure that this was even real. Surprised, you managed a “Yeah, thanks” before turning back around to head into the building.

Nonetheless, you finished five minutes before the time was up, grateful for the extra kick of caffeine. You weren’t sure if you could’ve made it through without your daily dose of coffee. Not only was it surprising to even have the cup of coffee from Jimin, but that it was perfectly made. It almost seemed too suspicious.

After the exam, you and your friends decided to go to lunch at the local campus cafe. Almost immediately after getting seated, Joy blurted out, “Oh my god, (Y/N), you never told me you and Jimin were dating!”

After the initial shock, you quickly retorted, “What are you even saying? We’re just studying together.”

Joy nodded smugly, “And where’d you get that cup of coffee from, hm?”

You groaned out loud, “Oh my gosh, it was just for good luck. Why’d you have to make it so awkward?”

Joy sighed dreamily, “I think he might like you, (Y/N)..”

You rolled your eyes before looking down at the menus the waiter had placed on your table before connecting the dots.

“Wait, Joy, was it you who told him to get me a cup of coffee?”

Joy looked up, surprised by your accusation, “No..?”

“But then how was it-”

“Okay fine. It was me. Stop bullying Joy.”

The two of you turned around to stare at Yeri, who had been quiet while this whole conversation between you and Joy. Yeri looked nonchalant though, as she diverted her gaze back to the menu in her hands.

Shrugging it off, you added, “I guess it doesn’t matter then, if Yeri told Jimin to get it.”

Yeri waved her hands, contradicting you, “No, no. I didn’t tell him to get it. He asked how you liked your coffee, that’s all.”

Although you were surprised that Jimin even thought of you, you didn’t dwell on it much. It might have just been a thank-you gift for studying with him. Quickly changing the topic, you made it a point to not bring up Jimin in the next hour with your friends. While waiting for dessert, however, your thoughts suddenly turned to Jimin. What even was Jimin to you? Friends? Absolutely not. Just thinking about that made your blood boil. Study buddies.

“What’d you say?”

You looked up, surprised to see Joy and Yeri’s confused faces. Waving it off, you mumbled something about the recent math exam and the attention was directed off you once more. Jimin was starting to become troublesome.

Once you stepped foot into your apartment, you noticed that you were still holding the coffee cup Jimin had given to you. A rush of annoyance surged through you and you were about to throw the cup into the trash when you noticed lettering on it. Curious, you twisted the cup around to see what it said.

“Good luck with your exam (Y/N)!! Also, it was 78, not 74. You were right,” written in Jimin’s normally messy handwriting, a little neater.

Smiling, you kept the cup on your tiny kitchen counter, and went to your bathroom to wash up, trying to wash out thoughts of the cute dimpled boy.

That night, you dreamt of coffee cups and a smiling Jimin.

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Exam season was now over, leaving you with lots of free time. So much time that you weren’t sure what to even do. Thankfully, you had your two best friends there to make sure you weren’t holed up all the time in your bedroom listening to K-pop and watching anime all day long.

“C’mon, it’s the end of our year as freshmen in college! We should all go out and celebrate!”

Yeri joined in with Joy’s excitement, “And who knows? We might even see Jimin there!”

You groaned at Jimin’s name, covering your blushing face with your hands, “That’s one of the reasons I don’t want to go…”

After exams were over, you rarely saw even a hint of Jimin’s face. After all, being study buddies meant you only saw each other while studying for exams. Now that it was all over, the two of you had no excuse to see each other.

Eventually, your friends managed to drag you out in a decent outfit to another freshmen’s fraternity home, Soonyoung. There were already a lot of people at the party, despite being only 8:45. Within a few minutes, however, the house was packed with people, Joy and Yeri nowhere to be seen, leaving you alone in the crowds of people.

You sighed, standing in one of the corners with a cup of non-alcoholic Sprite, keeping your head low to avoid being recognized.

“(Y/N)?”

You looked up, surprised to hear your name being called, and even more surprised to see the blond head of Jimin. You smiled unintentionally when seeing the familiar face, gripping your cup of Sprite slightly harder.

“What’re you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Awkward, you looked down at your shoes, taking a deep breath before breathing out, “Uh, I just wanted to say...thank you. For the coffee.”

Jimin chuckled, also feeling a little awkward in the party atmosphere, “No problem, it’s what friends do, right?”

Your face burned at the word friends.

“Yeah.”

Pushing his hair back, Jimin looked up at the ceiling to try and calm his racing heart. “Do you-”

“I kinda want to leave now, wanna come with?”

Jimin stood, a little taken aback before sputtering out, “Yes, sure, absolutely, actually I wanted to leave too.”

You grinned, “Did you have a drink, Chim? Your face is really red right now.”

Jimin blushed harder, trying to cover up his face with his arm, “Yeah, maybe just a little.”

The two of you left the heated house, sighing in relief once the cool air outside hit. You could still hear the faint sound of party music even outside.

“Jesus, I hate parties,” you said, breathing in the night air, leaning back on your arms to stare at the starry night sky.

“Yeah same. I guess I prefer quiet libraries,” Jimin agreed, following your gaze.

You smirked, “You’re such a nerd, Jimin.”

He stuck his tongue out and pouted, “As if you weren’t.”

You sat on the curb with Jimin, indulging in the silence between the two of you. Your thoughts drifted to the first time you saw Jimin in the library. His hair was still black back then, and shorter.

“(Y/N)...”

Jimin’s voice made you snap out of your thoughts.

His face was really red, but you had no doubt that your face was the same shade of scarlet, maybe even darker.

You smiled shyly, trying to conceal your pounding heart and sweaty hands.

“Spit it out, Jimin.”

Jimin smiled and leaned closer, close enough for you to smell his cologne and a little bit of alcohol as well.

“We’ve known each other for a long time...as friends, study buddies, whatever you wanna call it.”

You nodded along, letting him finish his thought.

Before Jimin could finish, he broke down, “Ugh, I can’t say this, it’s so embarrassing,” covering his face with his small hands, you finally laughed.

“Don’t laugh at me!” he pouted, letting his eyes peek through his hands.

You gradually stopped, holding your stomach for comfort. Then you faced Jimin, leaning just as close as he had before. Carefully you took his hands into your own, letting you see his face clearly.

“You dumbass, ask the question.”

Unfaltering from your insult, Jimin smiled shyly, looking down at your intertwined hands, “Be my girlfriend.”

Despite preparing yourself with Joy and Yeri, your heart still skipped a beat and you gulped.

“That’s not a question, idiot.”

Jimin laughed, bringing you even closer that you could feel the warmth radiating off of him.

“Do you like me as well, (Y/N)?”

Sighing contentedly, you buried your head into his chest, “Of course.”

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“You knew I liked you?!”

You hushed Jimin in the library, feeling the weight of judgemental stares on you.

“Yes, now can you be a little quiet? We’re in a library, Chim.”

Jimin blushed, diving back into his textbook. Within a few minutes, though, his curiosity got the best of him.

“But..how did you know?”

You looked up slowly, eyebrows cocked, before smirking.

“What can I say? I’m always right.”

#jimin/reader #jimin fluff #bts/reader #bts fluff #jimin fanfic #bts fanfic #jimin x reader #bts #jimin #park jimin #nerd jimin #nerd au

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lollercakesff · 5 years ago

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Happiest Place

PT 3 / 3

For @katia-dreamer - here's the last instalment of your secret Santa gift! I hope you've enjoyed it and it brought a little light to your day. Have a wonderful day!

We eat our way around the mock globe of Epcot, tasting everything we can fit in our bellies from the Holiday Feast and then relaxing under the hot sun as Diana, Bash and Mary test out all of the virtual reality rides that are available to them. By the time evening rolls around on our fourth day in the parks I find myself content, the growing camaraderie I feel with Gilbert and the Lacroix’s something I hadn’t expected from this trip. I know Diana feels it too - her friendship with Mary having bolstered over the sweet Dellie she dotes on like her own kin.

By the time the weekend arrives, I'm ready to take a break and relish the idea of a vacation for a few hours by the pool. It’s not hard to convince the others and we order in take-out and eat and drink in the hot sun.

“Did you want to go check out one of the resorts and get dinner with me tonight?” Gilbert asks as we walk back together from the lobby, our hands full of food from the cafeteria.

“That would be cool. I’m assuming Bash wants to go to Sebastian’s at the Caribbean resort?”

“Oh, I mean, maybe he does. But I was thinking just, um. The two of us, if you wanted,” he adds hastily as I stop and look up towards him. My mouth hangs open as he slows and turns to look at me, his smile hesitant.

“Like - one on one?” I sputter, disbelief in my voice. Was he asking me on a date? In Disneyworld of all places?

“Well, kinda yeah. Just the two of us. I thought maybe - It’s okay if not, I just - “

“No. I mean. Yes. I mean - that’s not clear at all. Yes. I’ll go to dinner with you,” I blurt and feel my cheeks heat, my feet starting to carry me forward with a clipped pace as we near the pool.

The afternoon rushes by and when I tell Diana about the dinner back in our room she nearly collapses from excitement on my behalf.

“Oh, Anne! If my Jerry were to have met me in Disneyworld I think we would already be married! This is so romantic! You absolutely must choose somewhere amazing - I’m going to start looking now!” She squeals and drops onto the bed.

Two hours later and I’m brushing my hair frantically back from my face, trying to contain it as I ready for a night out. Diana has taken to assuring me - repeatedly - that she is dying for a night where she doesn’t have to do anything, her feet already propped up as she reclines in her bed.

“Have fun. Make good choices,” she bids as I open the door to Gilbert’s knock. He looks fresh and bright, his eyes sparkling in the low light of the evening as he bids goodnight to Diana.

“Where are we going?” I ask as we head past the pool and towards the lobby. Where I expect to head towards the buses, we instead veer towards the front entrance where Gilbert steers me into an Uber.

“It’s a surprise,” he says as the driver leaves the round-about. We drive for almost ten minutes before turning into the Wilderness Resort, the treeline becoming dense as we head by campsites decorated with lights and beyond little cabins adorned with bows and puffs of smoke rising from the chimneys.

Pulling up outside of a brightly lit restaurant that’s designed like a frontier-style western eatery dropped in a snow globe, I glance at Gilbert as he smiles wider and pulls open the door. Inside the waiter takes our names and settles us onto a bench with 20 other guests wearing their holiday best, all seats facing towards a stage with bright red curtains fluttering in the breeze.

“What is this place?” I ask over the crowd’s noise, my senses trying to take in every detail, every delicious smell and sight.

“Well what do we have here Otis?” A voice calls out around us before there’s a crash and a puff of smoke from the stage.

“It’s dinner and a show. A Hoop-de-doo Musical Review,” he adds and I can’t help the laugh that escapes me, the idea so preposterous and yet so amazingly delightful that I couldn’t even have thought it up myself.

The show is spectacular and the food delicious, my spirit running high as we finish our third drink and start heading out for the rest of the evening. To say the night was magical was an understatement. It had been amazing. Gilbert had been the perfect gentleman, funny and kind, smart and generous. Though I’d offered to go dutch, he wouldn’t hear of it, sneaking off to the till and paying before the check could even be brought to our table.

When it was time to head home we crawl off of the benches with our bellies full, our cheeks red from the liquor and the laughter that had kept us occupied for hours.

“What a show,” I sigh as we walk along the dirt road, heading in some direction that I’m not sure which. Not that it matters. I don’t want tonight to end.

“It was pretty good. I’d hoped for something decent but that so much more then just time well spent. Good food, good entertainment, exceptional company…” He trails off and I spare a look towards him, enjoying the view of his profile in the moonlight. “What do you say we take the boat across to Magic Kingdom? We could probably catch the fireworks from the ferry, if we’re lucky...”

I don’t hesitate to follow him across the road and down the pathways towards the water, willing to follow him anywhere he was ready to lead me. I couldn’t help but think about how quickly I was falling, how easy it all seemed to be in his presence and the way we fell into sync with one another once I gave him a chance to not be the bane of my existence.

Gilbert Blythe had snuck up on me and now that he was here I didn’t want to let him go. Maybe it was the ease of life here, or the magic of everything surrounding us, but when we step onto the ferry and lean over the front rail to watch the castle light up in the distance I can’t help but lean into his side and relish the feel of him next to me. When the first firework cracks across the sky I turn to him and catch his gaze already on me, his fingers lifting up to brush the loose hair back from my face.

He leans in first, hesitating a breath away from my lips, before I exhale and tug him towards me for a kiss that nearly knocks us overboard.

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All of us spend the last few days together, revisiting our favourite places and getting as many Fastpasses as we can manage in the few hours we have left in the parks. It’s easy to be with Diana and the Lacroix’s, even easier to be with Gilbert whose light demeanor and quick-wittedness make the days seem brighter than they do at home.

On our last night in the park it’s simple to get lost in the magic of everything, our minds spinning as we eat as much as we can and ride all of the rides just to feel the glow of happiness seep into our bones.

“Are you ready for the fireworks?” Diana asks as we spill off of Space Mountain for the last time.

“More than ready! Though the fireworks also mean it’s time to go home and I’m markedly not ready for that!” I answer and spin my friend around as we walk up the ramps. It was our last ride with just the two of us, our plans to meet up with Gil and company meaning these were the final moments we could soak in this trip together. “Did I tell you yet how happy I was that you came up with this idea, dearest Di?”

“Only a few times,” she replies, slowing to link our arms together. “Did I mention how excited I am for you after this week? I know it’s not why you came here but it’s a lovely turn of events, wouldn’t you say?” Her words make me pause, the realization that going home also meant leaving the cocoon of Gilbert too.

We hadn’t really talked about any of this. How could we have? It was only a blur of a week with so much to do and so much excitement and wonder and beauty there was no way I could have thought about returning to reality. But we’d have to, tomorrow, and I didn’t want to.

“Oh, Di… It’s been such a bittersweet week. I’ve just met him only to say goodbye already. It was such a thrilling time and yet it’s over so soon!” I exclaim as she leads me towards the main entryway.

“Well, yes, goodbyes will be had, but surely they don’t mean forever? You can keep in touch!”

“I know, but it won’t be the same,” I lament as she sighs and pulls me closer.

“Nothing back home is ever the same as Disney, darling. That’s why they call it the happiest place on earth - because the real world can’t hold you back here. But what they don’t talk about is that you can take the memories with you and create a new piece of happiness for yourself back home made just from them. Even if it doesn’t work out, you still have the memories you made and that’s what counts.”

“When did you grow so wise?”

“Right about the time you came into my life, I presume. Made all the difference,” she adds as we slowly come upon the group. I pull her in for a tight hug, holding my best friend close as I try to remember this moment in my mind.

“How was space?” Gilbert asks as I lean against the railing and into his side. His arm comes around my hips and I pull his hand tighter, not wanting him to let go.

“It was fine but I’m happier here just like this,” I admit and look up at him with a cheshire grin.

“Me too. Hey - I was thinking, since you like writing and all, why don’t we try being pen pals when we get home? Would you be interested in trying that?” He questions just above a whisper, his breath tickling the side of my ear.

“That sounds like an excellent idea, Gil,” I murmur and shift closer to him so his arm crosses my chest.

Bound against him, I look up at the sky as the first burst of light shines overhead, the castle's Christmas lights flickering and shifting to display a story of hope, friendship, happiness and love. It seems fitting to end the week here, with new friends and new dreams. A nearly missed flight had lead to this moment and I couldn’t have timed it better. Magic had been spun around us all and whatever came next was bound to be another great adventure that we could face together.

#awae secret santa #anne x gilbert #anne of green gables #anne with an e #kindredspiritssecretsanta #kindred spirits secret santa #awae #@katia dreamer #@royalcordelia

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ketzwrites · 6 years ago

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prompts are open again? a joy! if you want to, of course, this one from the list you just reblogged: 75. “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

I hope you don’t mind that I kept your prompt for last. I wanted to write something for Halloween and this gave me the greatest idea. So, here it is: canon divergent. What if Alec and Magnus met for the first time during Halloween night?

75. “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Halloween was Magnus’ favorite Mundane holiday. He supposed it was the same for most Warlocks. Halloween was the one night of the year when everyone would accept them, even celebrate them. If a Warlock chose not to glamour their Warlocks mark, there would be no shunning or scared gasps. On that single night, their demonic heritage was a reason for admiration.

Something similar happened to the other Downworlders. Seelies that enjoyed the Mundane World could walk around with their painted skin and pointy ears. Vampires and werewolves were just other faces in the crowd of painted monsters, no reason to be feared or rejected.

On that night, the Mundanes also grew more daring, more trusting. Among the costumes, it was impossible to discern a fang from a prop, to smell the realness of blood and fear. Halloween was a night of freedom, but not in the way the Mundanes thought. The holiday could be theirs, but Halloween was for the Downworlders.

But, unfortunately, it was also for the demons.

On that night, the distance between realms ceased to exist. More demons slivered from Hellish dimensions into Earth. The same trust that brought the Mundanes closer to Downworlders also let them into the claws of demons. As the High Warlock of Brooklyn, Magnus had seen his fair share of demonic attacks. The Shadowhunters were spread thin all around the city, barely able to fight off the creatures.

Every year, around the end of October, the number of demonic attacks would grow. That meant the Shadowhunters were too preoccupied fighting the creatures they were supposed to antagonize instead of harassing Downworlders, so Magnus considered it all ironically appropriate. But, every once in a while, the demonic activity would be just too much.

Magnus supposed that explained the pitiful sight in front of him. There was a single Shadowhunter desperately trying to fight off a hoard of Shax demons. The poor man was fit, young, and clearly well-trained, but he also looked exhausted. His clothes had cuts all around, revealing gashes of dry blood on the man’s pale skin. That was not the first fight of the night for that Shadowhunter. But it might as well be the last if he didn’t manage to put that bow of his to use.

Maybe it was the something in the air. Maybe it was the drowsiness of the drinks he had less than an hour before. Maybe it was the Halloween Spirit. Whatever it was, something spurred Magnus into action. He joined the fight, blasting away three demons in one charge. That gave the Shadowhunter the window of time he needed. Expertly, he loaded his bow and shot four arrows in succession. With the hoard reduced in half, it was easy for Magnus to take care of three more demons while the Shadowhunter finished off the remaining four.

With a smirk, Magnus inspected the job. “That’s what I call a party, right darling?” He chuckled and turned to the Shadowhunter.

Shadowhunters weren’t known for their abundant sense of humor, but Magnus expected at least a snort. However, what he saw was the young man barely managing to stand on his feet. The Shadowhunter shot Magnus a feverish look and exhaled through his mouth. And then he started to fall.

Magnus managed to catch him before the poor man fell onto his face. Shaking his head, Magnus sighed. “Now, now. What am I to do with you?”

He considered his options for a moment but then shrugged. It was Halloween after all, a night where the impossible came true. This might as well happen. With a flourish, Magnus opened up a portal and dragged the fallen Shadowhunter through it.

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Magnus stepped out into his own apartment and laid down the Shadowhunter on his couch. He was too tall to fit in, but then again, the couch was meant to sit on. Tucking the man as well as he could, Magnus moved to his apothecary. He let his fingers brush through the ingredients on the shelves until he found what he was looking for. Magnus picked up a bottle and a small tin box, and then walked back to the unconscious man on his couch.

Holding his breath, Magnus opened up the bottle right beneath the Shadowhunter’s nose. The corpse flower’s smell was a nasty thing and it did the trick immediately. The Shadowhunter’s eyes shot open and he coughed.

“Oh good. You’re alive,” Magnus said cheerfully. He closed the bottle and wave away the foul smell by conjuring flames. He then handed the small tin box to the man. “Eat one of these. It will restore your energy.”

To the Shadowhunter’s credit, he accepted the box. “What,” he said in a low tone, “happened?”

“You fainted, straight into my arms.” Magnus smirked at him and stepped away, giving him some space. “You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

The line didn’t seem to impress him. Pity, such a pretty man. “You’re the High Warlock. You’re Magnus Bane.”

Pretty and knowledgeable. Magnus wouldn’t have to regret saving him after all. “Yes. And you are?”

“Alec. Alec Lightwood,” the Shadowhunter frowned and searched for a way out. “Those Shax demons-”

“Gone. That happened before the fainting.” Magnus gestured to the box still closed in Alec’s hands. “Eat up, darling. You don’t look so good. In the figurative sense of the phrase, of course, because you look fine.”

Magnus stopped, almost too abruptly. Was he actually flirting with a Shadowhunter? And not only any Shadowhunter, a Lightwood on top of that. Probably the spawn of Maryse and Robert Lightwood. Halloween really was an unusual night.

Better focus on other things. Magnus examined Alec better. This man would be in charge of the entire New York Institute while his parents were gone. No wonder he looked so exhausted, Alec had probably been awake for days. Magnus wouldn’t have trusted the task of overseeing Halloween to an inexperienced leader but knowing the arrogance of the Shadowhunters, this young man probably begged for it, judging himself ready and-

“Thank you for saving me,” Alec said. “How much do I owe you?”

Such a simple question, but it knocked the words out of Magnus. He blinked and then narrowed his eyes. Did Alec just thank him? He couldn’t have heard it right. But then again, Alec looked like he expected Magnus to name a price, so if the second part was real, then the first part also was.

Waving his hand, Magnus shrugged. “No charge. I can’t have the future Head of the Institute dying from a Shax Demon attack. It would make those nasty creatures too bold. That doesn’t help anyone.”

Alec smiled weakly. “I’m not going to be the next Head of the Institute, but thank you anyway.” He put down the tin box and then stood up, fishing his stele from a pocket. Magnus blinked as Alec used it to activate his Stamina Rune.

“You’re not going back out there, are you? It’s Halloween,” Magnus shook his head, exasperated. “There are demons all around the city.”

“I need to go back to the Institute.” Alec frowned. “I got separated from my siblings, we were supposed to meet back there.”

Rolling his eyes, Magnus opened up a portal. Alec was about to protest, but Magnus stopped him by raising a finger up. “If you want to pay me so badly, do it in the form of a drink later this week. Just be sure you’ll survive until then. I’ve dated many people in my life, but never a ghost. Don’t intend to start now.”

For a moment, Magnus was sure Alec would faint again. He grew very pale and his mouth fell slightly open. But then, the Shadowhunters pressed his lips together and nodded. “Later this week, then.”

With that, Alec disappeared into the portal. Magnus frowned, not quite sure what to do with the night he was having. Halloween was supposed to be an exhilarating night, one in which he could be more himself than any other during the year. He still had, even with the night’s strange turn of events.

It was just… Magnus never imagined he could’ve been himself near a Shadowhunter. Or that he would be anticipating “later this week” so intensely as he did just then. What a strange night.

“Either way,” Magnus said with a shrug and a smile, “Happy Halloween for me.”

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #magnusmonth #drabble #mirrorofliterature

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stormecloudyy-blog · 7 years ago

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Amor Proibido [iv]

“ Show up uninvited, fuckin’ up my vibes with All the shit that you pretend you want “- Aaron Carter

After parties are a stupid waste of my time. But I don’t have much of a choice. Even if it’s a private event, I am still the press. Part of me could write about so many of the nefarious events going on, but how can i when I am the main event right now? I am supposed to be getting married soon, and I just messed around with a 19 year old popstar. What the fuck is wrong with me? I just made one mistake, and it is not going to happen again. I will just stick around for just a little bit longer and then beg out, claiming I need to keep working on the article. I do have another interview with Shawn tomorrow, and then I will be able to go home and act like none of this ever happened. It is very simple. Just play the role, and then I will be able to return to reality. None of this means anything. I love Landon, and I am happy with my life.

Maybe it will be true if I say it to myself enough.

Here I stand with red solo cup in hand, wishing I was at home. You would think a nice hotel could do a lot better than shitty plastic cups for a Shawn Mendes party. I take another sip of my drink to alleviate this terrible situation, shocked when I feel a hand on the small of my back.

Spinning around, I find myself face to face with Shawn. He has been the bane of my existence since I was given this assignment and he decided I was going to sleep with him. It may be partly true now, but what happened earlier can never happen again

He smirks at me as though he knows something I don’t and leans in close to me. I can feel his breath against my neck as he says to me, “I don’t know why you are avoiding me when we both know you will be leaving with me tonight.”

My eyes widen at the audacity of his comment, and I want to reach out to smack that smirk off his sexy face. But if I do so, it means he has won. I cannot give him the satisfaction. I refuse to do so. “Go away,” I hiss and turn to bring my attention back to my phone.

Shawn tsks in my ear and grabs my wrist gently, “You are not going to get away that easily.” He makes a gesture to his friend, Geoff, who nods as though he will cover for Shawn. I open my mouth to protest, but he has pulled me through the crowd so we are long out of the sight. There are so many people and the music is really loud, causing me to realize Shawn must pay people really well to keep quiet about what he does in his free time so he can have some semblance of a life. That is more than fine with me. I just don’t want to be alone with Shawn. I know how this going to end and all signs point to not well.

He clasps his fingers with mine and leads me through the crowd, probably to the kitchen where all of the drink supplies are located. This hotel room is so extra, it has its own kitchen. Instead of heading to the kitchen, he pauses near a door. For a second, he glances around and then pulls me inside, making sure the door locks with a click.

Shawn flicks on the light and then pulls me against him, his hands sliding over the curves off my body and resting right above my ass. “I told you that you would be leaving with me,” he tells me in a low voice, his eyes gazing down at me.

I roll my eyes, trying to pull away from him. “We are still where the party is, you idiot. We are just now in another room, which I am now going to leave. Thanks.”

He lets go of holding me, holding his hands up in surrender. I appreciate how he is not going to force me to stay like some assholes would. He may be a giant pain in the ass, but he is respectful at least. The moment I am going to leave though, he presses his lips against mine full force and causes me to forget exactly what I was just going to do. His lips are eager and ready, my own responding in time as my arms move to wrap around his neck to deepen our kissing.

I pull away for a moment, sliding my dress off and dropping it on the floor in a pool at our feet. His eyes appreciatively take in my body as his hands slide to my stomach and down to my panties, his fingers grasping my hips firmly to pull me flush against him once more.

My own hands venture beneath his shirt, revelling in the sensation of his abdomen muscles beneath my own fingertips. I keep my hands steady against him, wanting to explore more.

“You like it,” he teased, moving my back towards the wall and placing his hands on either side so he has me pinned against it.He reaches down and tugs at my panties, slipping them down my legs and tossing them aside as though they do not matter to him. His own black skinny jeans follow, being kicked off quickly and added to the heap of clothing. The whole time his eyes never leave mine and I make no efforts to move away from him.

>Shawn places his hand on the edge of my stomach, his eyes focused on the spot between my legs beginning to quiver with need for him.

I kick them away from me, wondering what exactly he is going to do next.

He kisses me for a long moment, his fingertips brushing over my navel and slowly moving down…down…till he stops at my clit. “May I?” he asks, rubbing the pad of his thumb against my sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Yes, you may,” I consent, my breathing growing heavy and my legs eagerly parting for him.

His fingers eagerly find the wetness he has caused, moisture pooling on his finger as he slips the digit inside of me gently. He slowly moves his finger in and out as the pad of his thumb rubs against my clit, causing me to emit a few low moans in between saying his name.

My own hands grasp his hardness, rubbing against the thin material of his boxers to give him the same kind of teasing he is bestowing upon me. I slowly move my hand against him, matching his pace to see what he is going to do next. He smirks at me, quickening his ministrations and slipping a second finger inside of me. “And you like this too,” he tells me, matter fact as though he knows all about me.

I just stare at him, continuing to gently rub him through his boxers because I like the little sighs he makes to show he likes it. It gives me this strange sense of accomplishment to know I can do such a thing to Shawn who acts like he is the greatest thing that could possibly ever happen to me. He has a really big ego, but I can look past that for the time being.

His fingers move in and out of me in a come hither motion, causing me to feel as though I am going to climax sooner than I expected. Just as I am about to ask him to go faster, he promptly removes his fingers and falls down to his knees. My wet folds are right in front of his face as he tells me, “Fucking scream my name as I do this to you.”

He places his mouth against my opening, his tongue flicking over my clit as he moans against me.

My hands grip his curls as my hips press against his mouth for more, my legs already shaking from just the first probe of his tongue against my aching flesh.He gently nibbles on my clit for a moment, then sliding his tongue along my slick folds to tease inside of me. I bite down on my lip, trying to hold back the noises threatening to escape from my mouth. After all, people outside could hear us and if they walked in…He brings his hand to my core, sliding a finger inside of me once again as he quickens the pace of his tongue against my clit.I am beginning to feel the knot growing tighter in my stomach, showing that I am on the brink of orgasming soon. He seems to sense this and moves his finger faster and sucks hard.

“Shawn,” I moan, pressing my hand against my mouth to suppress the screams. He just nods, continuing on with his motions with no intention of stopping anytime soon.“Oh my fucking god,” I cry. “Shawn, yes, yes, yes!” His tongue has found that very sensitive flesh, bringing me over the precipice and causing me to shudder against him as I cum against his talented mouth.

He softly kisses the throbbing clit between my thighs and stands up to smile at me. He stands in front of me, moving towards me slowly. His hand wraps my right leg around him as he steadies me against the wall and kisses me deeply. Shawn places a kiss on my temple as he positions himself at my entrance, gently pushing himself inside of me and giving me a few moments to adjust.

Shawn pulls out for a moment, assessing to ensure the position will work for both of us. Once he is happy, he places himself back inside of me and starts to move slowly with his hips slowly rising and falling to meet mine.

I bite his shoulder for a moment, still trying to adjust to the thickness of him inside of me. It is the biggest and thickest I’d ever had, causing me to feel more filled than I knew possible. The hurt is good, and I want more. “Harder,” I beseech him.

He begins to thrust harder, his movements pushing me against the wall hard enough to know there are going to be some pretty bruises along my back when tomorrow comes.

I say his name in between swearing, trying to handle all of these ways he is making me feel at one given time. It is almost more than I can handle, if I am going to be honest.

He pulls me away from the wall, wrapping my legs around him as he continues to press his hips against mine. Shawn finds a new pace which works, our bodies pressing together as we grow closer and closer to that pleasure peak we both crave.

My eyes meet his for a long moment as he continues fucking me, daring you with his eyes to scream his name once more. “Prove me to how much you fucking want me,” he demands, slowing down to the point of almost stopping.

I press against him, hoping for more. But I know he will stop if I don’t give him what he wants, “I want you so fucking badly that I am going to cum again so soon,” I coo in his ear, my tone low and full of need for him.

Shawn quickly resumes his pace, moving me so I am sliding up and down on him quickly. I can feel his length against my clit, knowing this is going to be what brings me over the edge.

He is drenched in sweat and his brow is furrowed in concentration as though the only thing which matters is giving me an orgasm.

He closes his eyes, biting his lip to thrust harder and deeper inside of me.

“Almost…fuck…” he whispers against my ear.

“Are you going to cum for me?” I ask, pressing a quick kiss against his lips.

His eyes focus on mine as he says, “You are going to cum for me.” It is a demand, and one I can follow with ease. Shawn Continues pounding into me with no sign of stopping, determination written all over his face

“Fuck..Shawn…” I cry out, feeling my walls release around him. He bites his lip and presses deeper into me, filling me as he finishes inside of me. He keeps his hips move at a lazy pace as though trying to keep my orgasm going before he gently pulls out.

He lowers me to the floor and presses his head against my shoulder, trying to catch his breath. “We still have a whole night ahead of us,” he whispered, sliding a hand to pull me against him.

“So you think this means I am going to leave with you?” I ask him, looking down to find my clothes so I can get dressed and leave. I find my panties, sliding them on quickly after I have pulled away. My dress is close so I just slip it on and turn to look at him. “Because we both know this was just a casual fuck,” I add, hoping my tone sounds rather cool as I also locate my phone.

He rolls his eyes, slipping his own clothes back on. “We both know it was more than that,” he says with a smirk, closing the gap between us once again.

I bite my lip and shake my head. “You wish.”

Those hazel eyes stare daggers at me. “I don’t think you understand.

I roll my eyes, not in the mood to deal with teenage antics. “You said you wanted to fuck me. You did. You win. Congrats.” I even give him slow clap, ready to leave out the door and head back to my own hotel room.

“You make me feel a way I never thought possible. Why is this a fucking joke to you?” he asks, teeth gritted in frustration.

I blink, refusing to let his words sink in. “Listen, kid. I am twenty four, I have heard all of the bullshit and lies before. Don’t think it is more special coming from you just because you are famous.”

He stomps over to me, taking my chin into his hand and looking at me deeply. His curls are messy with sweat and his chest is heaving slightly from our little romp. Instead of speaking, he gently presses his lips against mine in probably the best kiss of my life. When he pulls away, he murmurs, “Tell me that made you feel nothing.

Daring to not look at him, I pull away and place my hand on the doorknob. “It all means nothing, Shawn,” I lie to him and leave him standing alone, a strange echo of how he left me earlier.

How the lies continue to pile up…

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