#don't ask why the quality of the first gif is Good and the rest is like . a potato

[obeymestory]

I don't know if you do these, but could you make a scenario of the demon brothers taking care of MC while they're pregnant with their kid?

Of course!! I was kinda waiting for someone to ask me to do one of those things. <3

Warning!!: Slight mature mentions!! Hope you enjoy this though my dear lambs.

✒ Lucifer 🖋

Would be shocked at the first mention of you being pregnant, asking you to take a test to confirm the pregnancy if you hadn't already, then putting his hand on your belly and feeling a huge sense of admiration towards you for carrying his child, as well as a huge sense of responsibility.

Would do his best to make sure you're always comfortable.

Would help you downstairs even when you're just a few weeks along.

Would probably have you near his desk on something comfortable while he does his paperwork so he could be there immediately if your water were to break.

Would think your food cravings were strange but would fetch the food for you immediately.

Always pick things up for you, even if you just dropped something.

Probably be more stressed in the delivery room than you were because of him wanting everything to go smoothly, and because he's worried about you and your guys' baby. "What's taking the doctor so long?" (Referring to the doctor being late, you're the highest priority to him.)

Have Barbatos make you tea every night to help you relax, especially when you start having contractions.

Would rest his hand gently on your belly while you're napping near him, happy to be the father of a new soul.

Probably wouldn't have coitus with you until he knew it was alright, and even then he would make sure to be gentle, resting his hand on your belly while he pleased you, mainly only focusing on your satisfaction.

Be more focused on you to the point where Diavolo or his brothers would have to do some of his paperwork while he took care of you.

When the baby kicks he immediately rests his head gently on your belly, having a small smile on his face as he remembered that he helped make such a lovely being. "I can't wait to meet you."

💰 Mammon 💸

Would think that you were messing with him at first upon telling him about your pregnancy with his child.

Always wanting you not to be too active and to constantly be comfortable.

Would instantly fetch your cravings and not question them.

Would rest his hand on your belly and rub it every now and then when you both were spending quality time together, especially when watching movies.

Would talk to your belly like the baby was able to listen, mostly complaining about how the baby was making you feel during pregnancy. "Why ya' always gotta make yer' mommy throw up, huh? She's doing all this work for ya', so ya' better be a good kid when ya' come out."

Would freak out as soon as you said your water broke, rushing to get you the care and doctors you needed.

Would probably try stacking poker chips on your belly, considering it both quality time for you and your guys' baby.

Would worry about you during contractions, pouting the whole time and asking if he could do something to ease the pain.

If you were to suggest coitus to him, he would accept immediately, then process what you said and ask if it's okay to do while you're pregnant. He'd be rough or gentle for you as long as you and the baby were safe. "Yes! ...Wait- is dat' okay for us to do?"

Would constantly ask if you were okay, and if you weren't he'd comfort you to the best of his abilities.

When having hot and cold flashes he'd probably fan you with a wad of cash or wrap his arms around you to warm you up.

🪼 Leviathan 🍡

Would think that you're pranking him at first as you said that you were pregnant with his baby, then once you confirmed that it wasn't a prank he'd tear up and hug you happily. "Not funny Y/N... you shouldn't joke like that... w-wait... r-really? I'm gonna be a daddy? *sniffles happily*"

Would cuddle you constantly and hum anime intros as he rubbed your belly, picturing showing your guys' baby a bunch of anime as soon as they were born.

If you were to suggest coitus he would be extremely hesitant to agree, and he would only finger you or eat you out.

Would turn on your favorite anime while you were having mood swings.

Would not know what you meant when you said; "my water broke" and would gasp and instantly call out for his brothers to help you as he made you all comfortable. "Hmm..? Your water broke? What does that mean? O-oh... OH!! The baby's coming!! GUYS- THE BABY'S COMING!!!!-"

Would caress your belly as you had contractions, giving you a worried expression.

Would probably suggest names for the baby first, and the names would be based on anime characters you like, not what characters he liked, what characters YOU like.

Would let you play video games when you had more severe mood swings, like extreme anger.

If it came to it, he wouldn't be mad if you ended up accidentally throwing up in his tub-like bed, he'd clean it up and start putting a little trash bag near you so it wouldn't happen again.

Would buy you a whole new bed so you weren't uncomfortable laying in his tub-like bed.

Would gasp as he saw the baby kick, asking if that hurt you or made you uncomfortable.

📚 Satan 🐈‍⬛

Would blink as you told him you were pregnant with his child, he would promptly close his book and blush deeply, still taking a full minute to process what you just said then get up and pull you into a tight yet careful hug. "You have no idea how happy I am."

Would read a bunch of books on human pregnancy, wanting to know how to take care of you during the next nine months.

Would have a good idea on how parenting goes, but would still check out a bunch of books from the library about parenting just in case there was something he didn't know.

Would read you a bedtime story every night, keeping one of his hands on your belly as he read from his book.

If you were to suggest coitus he would agree, having learned that it's beneficial during childbirth, and wanting to satisfy your needs as much as possible, being gentle and sensual the entire time.

Would pick everything up that you were to drop, hold the door open for you, and help you down the stairs without hesitation.

Would suggest healthier foods if you were to ask him to go get certain things you were craving, but would abide by your wishes.

Would already be prepared for you to throw up, keeping a trashcan nearby you at all times.

Would make sure you're laying on your left side whenever you would take a nap or go to bed.

Would put both of his hands on your belly as the baby kicked, being extremely happy, especially if the baby would constantly move, knowing that it meant the baby was healthy. He did feel bad that you were uncomfortable every time the baby moved though.

Would have you in the royal medical room as you reached your last month of pregnancy, wanting to be entirely prepared, and remaining beside you no matter what, even if you were to say that you were fine and he could go do his usual things. "No. I'm not leaving you both whatsoever."

Since he was a straight A student he could just skip school to take care of you.

💄 Asmodeus 💅

Would gasp and widen his eyes, covering his mouth at the revelation of your pregnancy, squeaking happily and kissing you lovingly, immediately suggesting name planning. "Oh my goodness!! We need to start thinking of names!!~"

Would agree to coitus, but would be gentle, he'd also do it as many times as you wanted.

Would massage you every night, especially your breasts since he knew they were producing milk and were gonna be sore soon.

Would wash you in the bath and take care of all your self care needs.

Would hold your hair back carefully as you threw up.

Would shower you with compliments, especially when your belly starts growing in, knowing you might be insecure about yourself due to your body changing but saying that he loved you no matter what. "Oh hon. You're gorgeous... especially your skin. It's so radiant and youthful, I'm so jealous~"

Would whisper sweet nothings and comfort you as you cried or had mood swings.

Would design a HUGE baby shower for you both.

Would paint his and your nails to the color the gender was revealed to be.

Would record a video of the baby kicking, happy tears welling up in his eyes as he replayed the video over and over, asking for your permission to post it on Devilgram.

Would kiss all over your belly and murmur a soft "I love you~" to your belly every night before murmuring the same thing in your ear.

Would help you to the hospital gently and carefully, holding your hand all through labor and giving you little whispers of encouragement the entire time.

💪 Beelzebub 🍔

Would take a whole six minutes to process you telling him that he made you pregnant. "Wait-....Really? We're having a baby?"

Would carry you everywhere and anywhere, no questions asked. The bathroom, downstairs, the kitchen, the delivery room, etc!! (He'd even wake up to help you to the bathroom.)

Would not mind your food cravings, but he's making you eat a bunch of healthy stuff afterwards if your food craving wasn't healthy.

Would watch your belly with sparkles in his eyes as the baby kicked, putting both of his hands on your belly. (It's like that gaze he gives whenever he sees food.)

Would love to go out and buy baby stuff with you, especially baby clothes.

Would place a piece of his meal on your belly, calling it; "Feeding the baby."

If you were to ask to have coitus during your pregnancy, he'd put his hand on your belly and get worried about the baby, needing you to tell him it was good for the baby beforehand, and he'd do it rough or gentle for you, just as long as the baby was okay.

Would pick up everything for you, carrying everything you were attempting to carry, and holding the door open for you if you did convince him that you were okay to walk instead of being carried everywhere by him

Would let you squeeze his hand as hard as you needed during labor, staying beside you no matter what and giving you encouragement just after the doctors do.

Would probably give you hot or cold food when you were having hot or cold flashes. He'd give you cold food when you were hot, then hot food when you were cold.

Would immediately learn to start carrying a vomit bag around for you just in case, rubbing your back as you threw up.

Would get scared at first once your mood swings started happening, feeling guilty until you or one of his brothers reassured him that it was part of pregnancy.

🌌 Belphegor 💤

Would gasp as soon as you said you were pregnant, diving down and resting his head on your belly for a while, nuzzling against your skin and having a dorky lazy smile on his face, knowing you were carrying his baby.

Would definitely join you for naps, offering to massage your chest before he used them as pillows.

Would definitely use your belly as a pillow at one point, listening for movement with his ear pressed against your skin.

Would definitely help you make a nursery, "testing" the baby's bed to make sure the baby would be comfortable. "Hmm? Oh. I'm making sure the bed is okay for our baby. Would you like to join me?"

Will always make sure you're comfortable and laying on your left side when sleeping.

If you were to suggest coitus he would do it very gently, knowing that you were more sensitive now and treating you very delicately.

Would hum or sing soft lullabies to you and the baby to help you fall asleep.

Would probably become more clingy during this time, helping you everywhere and caressing your belly whenever he had the chance.

Wouldn't mind your mood swings, offering his body pillow to punch if you ever got angry to the point where you needed to blow off some steam.

During labor he'd ask Beel to help carry you as he comforted you all the way to the delivery room, caressing your hand as you squeezed his hand for dear life.

Would probably suggest some constellation related names. "Maybe Cygnus? For a boy. Or... Andromeda? For a girl?"

(Hope you enjoyed this!! My ask box is still open, so feel free to ask or send anything!!~)

[woso-dreamzzz]

If Music Be The Food Of Love

Laia Aleixandri x Reader

Summary: Leila can't quite believe that Laia's bringing her to see the orchestra

"Since when were you into music?"

"I've always been into music."

Leila gave her a deadpan stare, one perfect brow raised. "Not classical music. You told me when you moved in that classical music was the bane of your existence and if you found out whoever played it in the locker room, you would come down upon them with a vengeance."

Laia had forgotten that but she awkwardly clear her throat, trying to brush the comment away. "Things can change," She said," Maybe I've matured."

"Matured? Ha!" Leila replied," Sure, and pigs can fly."

"Look, if you don't want to be here then fine! Leave!"

"Whoa, whoa!" Leila held her hands up in defeat. "I never meant that. Thank you for the tickets, really. I was just questioning your newfound love for the orchestra. Sorry if I hit a nerve or something."

Laia ignored her friend as they filed into the auditorium, finding their seats in the box. "Hi," She greeted the other people in the box with familiarity as she took her seat, dragging Leila with her," Hello. It's good to see you."

"Who is your friend, Laia?" A much older woman asked, hands wrapped tightly around the walking stick between her legs.

"This is Leila, we play together. For club and country," Laia said, indicating to Leila who looked incredibly confused as to just how many times Laia, the self-proclaimed classical music hater, had been to see this orchestra.

"A different type of playing than this," The old woman joked.

"Very different to this," Laia agreed.

A hush descended upon the audience as the curtain rose and revealed the orchestra, a group of smartly dressed individuals in all black.

Instantly, Laia's eyes sought you out. She had no problem finding you. She never had a problem finding you - even though you sat closest to the audience in the first chair to the conductor's left. She was drawn to you no matter where you were and could find you in a crowd without a second thought.

Your face was a mask of professionalism but, when your eyes glanced to the box, the barest hint of a smile poked at the corner of your lips.

"Don't tell me that's why we've come," Leila hissed in her ear," Because you've got the hots for a violin girl."

Laia didn't get time to respond (not that she would, lost to the world staring into your eyes despite the distance between you) because the conductor cleared his throat, hand up to begin the concert.

Music of angelic quality filled the room but Laia didn't turn her gaze from you. Your eyes were slightly closed as you counted your beats and rests. Your violin was a snug fit under your chin and your bow moved over your strings with such experience and skill that it was obvious why you were the concertmaster.

Laia didn't stop watching you even when there was a flute solo. You caught her eye several times but mainly stayed focused on your conductor. But, every so often, your head would tilt the slightest bit to the side, towards the box that Laia was sitting in.

Your eyes would meet for a moment and you would instantly be transported back to when you first met her, in a hole in the wall café that served the best coffee in the city.

She had asked to sit at your table as everywhere else was full. You would later learn that it was just an excuse so she could finally pluck up the courage to speak to you.

You welcomed her into your booth and got to talking, about her football matches and your orchestra concerts. She confessed her hatred for all things classical and you invited her round to your place to listen to good classical music - because only people who heard bad classical music ever swore off the genre entirely.

Things had blossomed easily from there and soon she was sat in the family box with your fellow musicians' families, listening to you play with a soft smile and warm arms to welcome you at the end.

You adjusted your positioning as the introduction to your solo began to build. The music swelled before, one by one each of your fellow string sections dropped off. Your first violins accompanied you into the first few notes before stilling, letting you take the lead - your shining moment of the song.

You kept your eyes on Laia as you played, not really needing the conductor when you had played this particular solo many times to perfection.

It was actually the first solo you had ever played in Laia's company when she had demanded to hear your excellence on your third date, curled up in your apartment after a warm meal.

●～●～●～●～

"Are we allowed to be here?" Leila asked in a hushed voice even as she took a flute of champagne from the waiter offering it to her.

"For the last time, yes," Laia said back, sipping her own champagne. It wasn't her alcohol of choice but your events tended to be fancy like this so she had gained an appreciation for it.

Leila let out a breath as she surveyed the room where the afterparty was taking place. "You never told me how much I owe you for the tickets. I mean, a box Laia? How much did this cost?"

"Nothing." Laia was only half paying attention, eyes focussed on each of the doors, trying to guess which one you were going to walk through. "They were free."

"Free?" Leila's voice was steeped in incredulousness. "Have you been donating to the orchestra or something? Those seats were fancy."

"Not quite."

You stepped through the door on her left. Your face held a single-minded purpose as you walked across the room. You took a glass of champagne on instinct, not bothering to look at the waiter as you joined Laia and Leila.

"Hi," You said.

"Hi," Laia said back.

"Hi," You said again.

"Hello."

You broke your gaze from Laia and turned it to her companion. You smiled. "You must be Leila, it's so good to meet you. I'm y/n." You held out your hand.

She took it and nodded knowingly. "Violin girl."

You giggled, taking a sip of champagne. "That's not a name I'm quite accustomed to. Usually, it's just the concertmaster."

Leila grinned. "I'll pretend that I know what that means."

"It means that she's second in command," Laia said quickly. She placed her champagne flute off to the side and wrapped an arm securely around your waist. "I'm very proud."

"I'm glad you could come," You said to Leila sincerely," It's nice to finally meet one of Laia's friends."

Leila looked between the two of you suspiciously, taking in Laia's arm and the way you leaned into her grip, practically laying your head on her shoulder.

"I take it I have you to thank for the box tickets."

Your cheeks coloured. "I get up to four free box tickets for every performance. I told Laia she could bring whoever she wanted."

"And is Laia a constant audience member for you?"

"Always." You pressed a kiss against her cheek. "Laia's been coming to shows ever since I made her fall in love with classical music again."

"Laia? Into classical music?" Leila laughed," You must be some persuader."

"I like to think it was my kisses that really sealed the deal."

Leila roared with laughter but Laia didn't care.

She dipped her head down to meet your lips. You tasted exactly like usual, a mix of fancy champagne and the chewing gum you always used before a performance.

You kissed her back just as sweetly.

"So," Leila said, wiggling her eyebrows," I'm getting the sense here that you two are an item."

"What gave it away? The kissing?" You asked.

Leila shrugged and Laia already knew she was going to regret introducing her friend to you. "And the eye fucking every time she looked at you on stage."

[watchtowerindistress]

for the love of ... bob? - jake seresin x reader (1/2)

Summary: Being Jake's (best) friend - sorry, Javy - proved to have its ups and downs but there was something about having him in your corner you couldn't resist. Jake and you just clicked on a deeper level. That's why you didn't get it when the Southern boy was acting so weird.-

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Language, Jake being an idiot (what else is new?), Jealous! + Soft!Jake, fluff

Author’s note: Just something fun I wanted to write. I kinda hate myself for not writing for Bradley first, since I love the guy. You know, Jake's fics I love to read, yet I couldn't stand him while watching Maverick. Go figure.

I haven't watched the film enough to distinguish the traits of the characters, so I can't guarantee for accuracy for the side characters. I can only include a handful of people - that's why I don't have people like Reuben in there since their character traits aren't included in the fandom page.

Tagging: @mellowstatesmanhandsempath @ravenmoore14 @blackmagicwoman @silenthappyplace @mrsevans90 @dempy @yourgirlypop (blank blogs can't be tagged)

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“So, tell us all the details. Preferably, the humiliating kind,” Natasha asked with a curious air.

You smiled. “What about?”

“Hangman, of course.”

The Dagger Squad was the perfect company to be around, you decided. Jake, your childhood best friend, who you haven’t seen in years, offered The Hard Deck as the place for you to wait until he arrived. Video calls didn’t hold up to the real thing. Especially, with you two being very busy people and you finally getting out of New York to spend some quality time together.

“I need to get the embarrassing goods, at least before Hangman shows up. I mean, we have the perfect person to interrogate. In the rare instances, when he talks about something other than himself, Hangman keeps mentioning you,” she mused.

“Nat-” Bob interjected, who was sitting next to her in a booth while the rest of their squad were scattered in the bar.

Natasha turned her head. “Aren’t you a little bit curious about the depraved mind of Jake Seresin?”

“Not really.”

You snorted at their torn convictions when Mickey and Javy arrived at their table with bottles of beer.

“What did we miss?” Javy asked.

Natasha’s stubborn gaze didn’t stray from yours for many seconds. “I’m trying to crack Y/N.�� Her eyes met Javy’s over her shoulder. “Tell Rooster he needs to stall him until I get to the good bits.”

You looked around speculatively. “Is this some sort of initiation or baptism by fire Jake should’ve warned me about?”

Javy offered a small reprieve. “Don’t mind her. She just wants to pick your brain. How long are you going to stay?”

“About a week. Enough time for Jake to show me around San Diego.”

Mickey took a gulp from his drink. “Good luck with that.”

Warm breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine when someone whispered into your ear, “Did I just hear my name?”

Your body jolted at hearing the unexpected voice. “Oh my God.” You turned and found a cheeky Jake standing behind you. “You little f- Don’t startle me like that!” Clambering out of the booth, you jumped into his arms, while giggling from the shock. “Hey, you,” you said, holding on tightly.

“Hey, yourself. Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes, darlin’.”

“You’re such a jerk,” you whispered into his neck.

Jake swayed you lightly. “You love when I’m a jerk.”

Leaning back, you pressed your fingers an inch apart. “Just a tad.” You hesitated. “Like about 10%.”

Jake rolled his eyes. “Oh please. Talk about 75%. It’s part of my charm,” he murmured, stroking your lower back.

“Is this what you tell everyone here?” You teased, pointing to his colleagues behind you.

Javy’s scoff was joined by the others.

You looked back to see their reactions. “You know, I’m starting to really like your group of friends.” While turning back, you narrowed your eyes when you saw Jake glowering at the Dagger Squad before his expression turned into an innocent one.

“I’m starting to question your taste in people,” he said.

Someone snickered next to him. “That’s funny, … Hangman.”

Realizing that another person joined their company, you turned towards the man who looked vaguely familiar from the pictures Jake had sent you. Not to mention, you remembered Natasha’s remark from earlier that Jake would show up with someone else.

“Rooster, right?” You stepped away from Jake’s embrace and shook Bradley’s hand in greeting. Jake merely sighed and crossed his arms.

“Bradley’s fine.” He faced the rest of the group. “By the way, am I the only one that felt really awkward just standing here, watching those two?”

Mumbles echoed all around. “No, you’re not.” Still slightly by the display of the too-long-hug.

A sigh left Jake, who placed an arm around your shoulder. “Don’t listen to the others. And the words of the chicken shouldn’t be trusted. I hope those knuckleheads treated you right.”

You shrugged. “It was fun. I was this close to reveal your darkest secrets for a slice of a good ol’ fashioned apple pie made by … Phoenix, was it?”

“There’ll be no revealing. And no pie,” Jake interjected before pointing at Natasha. “You’ve already been in the company of Phoenix and the goon squad for less than an hour and Nat already found out your weakness for sweets,” he whispered against your neck. “At least you didn’t have to be subjected to the likes of Rooster here.” A shiver coursed through his body. “I shudder at the thought of you having to listen to him at first. He’ll probably want to talk about his caterpillar of a moustache.”

A languid smirk drew on Bradley’s lips as he stroked his mentioned facial hair. “Very funny. You jealous?”

You tilted your head at their teasing. “You have some weird fixation on Bradley’s facial hair. Didn’t you talk on the phone about-”

Abruptly, Jake took you by the hand and dragged you to the bar counter. “Let’s get some food into you. Your blood sugar’s getting awfully low. Someone’s getting tired already.”

“You’re being such a grump, Jake.”

Jake leaned against the counter. “I’m not. I’m just making sure you’re getting some nachos into you, darlin’.”

“You need to be nicer. We both know you’re more of a sweetheart than this.”

He rolled his eyes. “I have a reputation to uphold. And don’t let yourself be bribed by the others.” Jake turned to Penny. “A basket of nachos for this one, Penny?” You rolled your eyes at seeing Jake point at the top of your head.

There was something about Penny’s playful glance that warmed you upon first meeting. The woman nudged her head at Jake. “Be careful with this one.”

With mischief in your eyes, you stole a glance at him. “I know. This one … has been trouble for as long as I can remember.”

“Hey!” Jake uttered in mock outrage before he did introductions. “Penny, that’s Y/N. She’s my friend,” he said, placing his hand on your back.

“And here I thought I was your best friend.”

Jake hushed any further confessions, whispering, “But don’t tell Javy.”

You turned to Penny with a smile. “See? He’s such a big softie.”

Penny smirked. “I’m starting to. Where are you from?”

“Moved around a lot as a kid. Dad’s an Air Force pilot.” You waved towards him. “We grew up together in Texas. But I live in New York.”

Penny’s eyes lit up at the mention. “I’ll get you some cheese dip.”

“Thanks.”

Jake watched Penny wander off with a speculative gaze. “Someone’s making friends quickly.”

“It’s okay. I’ll teach you my ways,” you said only half-teasingly and stroked Jake’s arm. Your hand lingered on his muscles. Wait, were they flexing? “Woah, what happened to your arm, dude?”

Jake’s voice turned concerned. “Why? What’s wrong?”

There was something akin to awe in your voice. “Your bicep feels like it’s going to rip through your shirt.”

His shoulders were shaking when he chuckled. There was something about Jake turning his head to hide his blushing cheeks that stunned you even to this day. “You’re such a smartass.”

“I’m serious. Someone’s really working out, huh?” You mumbled to yourself, “This could make a girl feel weak in the knees.”

“Okay, you need food,” Jake said with a resolute mindset, before calling over your shoulder, “Thanks, Penny.”

He pushed the basket towards your elbow. “Get some chips into you.” Jake just watched you munch on your crispy snack. “Speaking of food, you want to join me and the group to some Barbecue this weekend?”

You barely lifted your head. “Barbecue? Special occasion?”

“Rooster’s uncle Maverick is celebrating his birthday-”

“Woah, hold your horses, Jake.”

You raised your hands. Either to stop Jake from continuing or to restart your own brain. “Come again? Maverick?” Your hands hovered over your mouth, as you mumbled, “You’re inviting me to Maverick’s birthday barbecue party? I don’t feel prepared for this.”

Jake groaned. “Oh great, I forgot your dad is such a Maverick fanboy. Of course.” He closed his eyes in a mixture of misery and defeat.

“Jake,” you breathed in deeply and covered his shoulders with your hands, mindful of not dropping nacho dust on his shirt. “Jake,” you began again, “I’ve never told you this, but this is the first time when I realized how absolutely invaluable you are to me as a best friend.”

“I’m seriously regretting telling you this.”

You nibbled on your lip. “I think I scared Jake off with my … how do I say it … domineering admiration for Maverick. I’m getting the feeling he’s embarrassed of me. You have no idea how quickly he dashed the moment we arrived here.”

Natasha appeared nonchalant at your worries while she took a bite from her noodle salad on her paper plate. “Not possible. I’ve only met you yesterday and can affirm that man couldn’t be closer to you. Hangman was probably held up by something. Or he’s just elevating his testosterone level with Rooster again. You met the birthday kid already?”

“Nope.” At the mention, your hands tightened around the food container.

A soothing smile tugged on Natasha’s lips. “Deep breaths. You can’t miss him.” She pointed outside to the backyard. “He’s the guy at the grill, in the sunglasses and Hawaiian shirt. If he has a mustache, you’ve gone too far.”

“Got it.” You exhaled quietly and reminded yourself under your breath, “No mustache, Hawaiian shirt.”

“You’ll survive, don’t worry.” Natasha looked behind her. “Rooster, take her with you. She wants to meet the birthday man in question.”

“Sure.” Bradley stepped forward and offered his arm.

Your body acted on pure instinct.

“Holding my hand, alright, that’s fine.”

You only mouthed in gratitude, “Thank you.”

They walked a few steps onto the lawn when Bradley looked around. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

“Nat told me he was probably wrestling in the mud with you to assert his dominance.” You cleared your throat when you realized something. “And not my boyfriend.”

“Whatever you say. Just making sure where you two stand if he sees us standing together, holding hands.”

“Jake Seresin is not my dad,” you said absentmindedly when a dark-haired man caught your eye. Your throat felt dry. “Is that him?”

“As everyone keeps telling me.” Bradley approached the man standing behind the grill. “I found someone who wants to send their birthday wishes, Mav.”

Maverick revealed a crooked smirk. “Is that so?” You could feel his curious gaze through his sunglasses. “You’re a new face.”

“Um, yeah. I’m Jake’s friend.”

“Hangman has friends?”

“I know it’s a first for everybody,” you admitted. Knowing that Bradley and Jake were at least on speaking terms, and with Jake inviting you to Maverick’s barbecue party, you elaborated, “He needs some time to let people get close.”

Bradley gasped. “You don’t say.”

You focused on Maverick. “A few days ago, Jake invited me to your birthday. Hope that’s okay. I brought you peach cobbler as a present.”

At the mention, Bradley’s head whipped around. “Jesus, why didn’t you just go with that?”

Maverick moved his glasses until they laid atop his head and his eyes were uncovered. “You had me at cobbler.” He rubbed his hands against his jeans. “Bradley, you mind taking over the grill for a bit?”

“Fine. Get me a beer along the way?”

“Sure.” Maverick faced you again when he led you towards the table filled with food. “I didn’t catch your name?”

Just being in Maverick’s company felt surreal. You tried to restrain yourself from appearing too much like a crazy person.

“Um, Y/N … L/N. You’re Maverick?” Nervously, you stroked a curl of hair behind your ear. Even saying that name while standing right in front of him felt out of this world.

“Pete’s just fine.” His expression turned inquisitive. “Did Hangman tell you stories or did I miss something?”

You swallowed thickly. “My dad’s a big fan of yours. He’s a pilot in the Air Force. Told me stories ever since I was a kid. Your flight maneuvers have been legendary.”

He smiled at the devotion in your voice. “Still are.” You adored that playful glint in his eyes still shining through.

“Definitely. You probably get this all the time.”

“Want a beer?” After seeing you nod, he gave you a bottle. “Sometimes. Although, that kind of reverie I’m not used to.”

To calm your nerves, you downed some alcohol. “Really? Okay, I’ll try to control myself. However, Iceman’s skills were far-” Your eyes widened at your blabbing mouth before you covered it. “I’m sorry, too much liquid courage.”

Pete—even thinking that name felt strange—released guffaws of laughter at your gaffe. “Hey, it’s still my birthday!”

“I know, I’m sorry. Happy birthday, Ma-Pete.”

~ Jake POV ~

“Hey, Hangboy, I need to have a word with you,” Jake heard Natasha’s hard voice a few feet away from them as he hung out with the boys. Despite that, the concept of strength in numbers didn’t make him feel safe, judging by her vehemence.

He swallowed at the dark glare in Nat’s eyes. “Vernacular?”

Natasha didn’t appreciate the humor and crossed her arms, letting uncomfortable silence fester around them.

Jake pressed his lips together. “Bad timing?”

“Someone ever say you’re a bad friend?”

Without hesitation, he replied dryly, “You. Every morning when I show up to work.”

“I had to send Bradley in Y/N’s direction because she was nervous about meeting Maverick.”

He groaned at the thought, throwing his head back. “Oh, poor Y/N. Being forced onto the company of that dull-stache? Sounds horrible.” Jake checked his surroundings, hoping to pick them up.

There was something about Natasha’s innocent eyes, with murder in her eyes, that unsettled him deeply.

“You make me want to punch you in the gut. And you know I grew up with brothers. I know how to make it look like an accident.”

Jake dropped the drink he was holding on a nearby table. “I have a plan.”

Natasha tilted her head in fascination. “Wow, your brain can actually do that? Could’ve fooled me. What does that even look like?”

He drew nearer at the sound of her challenge. “It’s called giving each other space. Did I miss something or why are you so gung-ho when it comes to Y/N? Do we need to have a talk?”

“Five minutes in her company and I already know how she’s too good for you.”

Something bitter settled in his stomach at the mere mention. As if he didn’t already know. He smiled tensely. “Thanks for the reminder, Phoenix. Do I need to save her from Rooster?”

Natasha waved a hand. “Not to worry. Y/N is having fun with Bob.”

His mind went blank, trying to process her words. Jake pursed his lips, feeling confused. “Wait—w—why—what are you saying? Bob? Bob with the glasses? Or is there another Bob I should know?”

Natasha hummed, analyzing his reaction. She chose to unnerve him further by chuckling maniacally. “Cake stand. Have fun.” And with that she left.

Jake whipped his head around and narrowed his eyes. The food area instantly caught his eye. Y/N stood with Bob and was laughing uproariously. It felt X-Files-strange to watch that anomaly. Y/N arched her back and patted Bob’s shoulder, with a plate of cake slice in her hand.

Feeling perturbed by the macabre reality, Jake imagined Y/N being into Bob of all people. He frowned at that scenario, whispering, “Bob?”

~ Y/N POV ~

You held your stomach. Your cheeks were hurting from uncontrollable laughter, as you were trying to breathe. “Oh my God, Bob, that’s so-”

Jake inched closer with a small smile on his face. “What’s so funny?” He draped his arm over Y/N’s shoulder and reached for her dessert plate, either so she wouldn’t drop it or to have a taste himself. Without looking at him, you placed it into his hands.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself. “Why didn’t you tell me that Bob is so funny?”

Jake swallowed before coughing. “You learn something new every day. Still waters, huh?”

Bob smiled awkwardly.

Upon seeing his reaction, you spoke up, “I always hated that saying. Bob’s an absolute sweetheart.” To reinforce your point to him, you rubbed Bob’s shoulder.

Bob adjusted his glasses while blushing. “I try my best, ma’am.”

“Bob!” You chuckled in mock outrage, swatting lightly against his chest.

He nodded with a small smile. “Yes, Y/N, affirmative.”

“We’re getting to know each other. I just found out that Bob’s from Montana and his momma used to be a Grizzlies mascot. Personally, I’m more of a Saints girl, but to each their own.”

Jake groaned, with his mouth full. “I’m eating here,” he muttered indignantly. Jake swallowed his food. “What did I ever do to you? The last time we did this, we had the Cowboys/Saints-gate.”

You leaned your head back against Jake’s chest, patting his cheek consolingly. “He’s such a big baby.”

Bob pressed his lips together. “Uh, I think I hear my name. I need to say hello to Maverick real quick.”

You reached out with your arm. “Oh, do put your feelers out if the birthday guy is still fine with me after I was blabbing my mouth about g-loc and Iceman’s record stats.”

“He’s probably fine.”

“But still!” You called out against his back as he left.

It was turning out to be a quiet evening, you realized, rubbing your feet.

Jake stepped into the living room, drying his moist hair with a towel. He leaned his shoulder against the doorway, watching you. “Would you look at that.”

You were transfixed on the film playing on Jake’s TV while you snuggled deeper under the towel on the couch. “What’s up?”

Jake decided to join you on the couch and put your feet on his lap. He spread his legs comfortably. Unconsciously, warming your heels. “You know, feels like old times. You sitting on my couch, taking all the blankets.”

You covered your eyes, with a groan, and leaned your head back. “You make me sound like a mooch. I offered to go to a hotel.”

“Hey, that’s not what I meant.” Jake chuckled. You felt the warmth of his hand when he reached for yours. Before you could blink, Jake stared deeply into your eyes and interlaced your fingers together. With a smile, he whispered, “I missed this. Feels like old times.”

With blushing cheeks, you felt your skin tingling at sitting so close to him. It was moments like these that made you question the nature of your friendship. You swallowed at seeing Jake’s sage-green eyes sparkle. His soft smile was making it hard to breathe.

You whispered, “Me too.”

“You know what else I miss? And what I can’t stop thinking about?”

You swallowed thickly, licking your lips. Feeling uncertain by his thought process, you slowly asked, “Which is what?”

Jake inched closer. “How I used to do this.” He tilted his head, rubbing his wet hair into the crook of your neck.

“You jerk!” You giggled from his attack. It made him seem more like a dog than a human when he was content in brushing his wet hair against your skin.

He grumbled lowly, as his warm breath puffed against your skin. “But this feels really nice. I could stay like this forever,” he said with a hum.

Your phone emitted a notification sound. “You’re an idiot.” Slapping against his forehead to push him away, deep chuckles followed you while your focus switched to your phone.

“You hungry? I could whip up some chicken teriyaki for us? I think I got some sauce in the cabinet. I know how much you love your teriyaki.” He groaned while standing up.

Giggles left your mouth when you read the incoming messages.

Jake turned his head. “Your girlfriends miss you already?”

You bit your lip. “No, it’s Bob just being sweet.”

Blinking slowly, Jake tried to process the words you just uttered. He cleared his throat. Jake’s voice turned slightly high-pitched. “Come again?” He coughed, placing his hands on his waist. “Are we talking about the same Bob? Bob Bob?”

You hummed in agreement without looking up.

He mumbled, “Didn’t know you guys already exchanged numbers. That’s quick, … right?”

With a curious gaze, you looked up. “What do you mean?”

Jake paused. “What do you mean?” He licked his lips, backtracking a bit. “With, you know, Bob … being a total sweetheart.”

You smiled fondly at the memory of the barbecue. “Well, he is. I really loved talking to him.”

With grumbling breaths, Jake puffed his chest. “Really?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Yep, it was fun.”

“As you keep mentioning,” Jake murmured.

“I did some thinking,” you spoke, “and I was wondering, how would you feel about doing karaoke night with your squad?”

At first, Jake had a look of appreciation which took a turn to disappointment. “But karaoke night is our thing,” he said, pointing between them.

“I know, but this could be like a bonding thing. You’d get to know them, I’d get to know them and we could have fun together. Win-win!”

He sighed deeply, letting his shoulders drop. “You’re far too invested in this.”

“I don’t want them to remember me as the friend who didn’t want to bother with them.”

Jake’s voice turned into a soothing murmur. “They wouldn’t dare think that.”

With a whisper, you enunciated, “Not if we do karaoke night. It’s going to be fun, I promise.”

[moirindeclermont]

Today's episode, "All Polin First Times We Didn't See " is brought to you by the lovely request of @spaceorphan18 on Tumblr, who asked me for the first time outside England.

The first place they stay for more than a couple of days is Paris, and Colin is practically vibrating with excitement while showing everything he loves about the city. Pen, bless her, matches his enthusiasm, endlessly curious about the place—and the people he met, as well as all his adventures. They arrived just last afternoon, taking the rest of the day and the night to rest. Today was all about exploring, but finally, they were back at the place they were staying.

They eat dinner quietly, but their quiet is of electrical quality. Both were too tired to do anything last night, and they were travelling for several days before their arrival, meaning besides kisses and stolen touches, they haven't been intimate since leaving Mayfair. Adding to that, the walls were thin in this place, so thin they could listen to the remarkable performance of the couple next to them. Their passion evoked shivers down their back.

The servants bring the dessert; by now, Penelope knows how to spur her husband. She eats slowly, looking Colin in the eyes. The spoon she is using gets a lavish treatment that Pen would prefer to reserve for something more alive... but all in good time because she knows that Colin absolutely can not resist the combination of Pen plus food. She closes her eyes and enjoys the decadent taste of the confectionary when she hears a chair, and a moment later, Colin is standing right next to her.

"Are you still hungry, husband?" she asks, hoping he will do what she discovers she loves to do. Colin must be on her same wavelength, as usual, because he takes the spoon out of her hand and presses something else again in her small hand. Yes, exactly what she wanted. "Yes, Colin -- I'm still hungry. Can you help me?" And Colin - her sweet husband, bites back a moan at her words and then actually moans when he sees her moving around, fumbling with his pants.

It takes a moment to free him, but then she has him in her hands. "I fear I might be growing addicted to your taste, husband," she says before taking the tip in her mouth. She isn't lying. She has felt addicted since the first time they did this, and now they are in Paris, and she seems she cannot stay a couple of days without him inside her mouth - and her centre as well.

While she pleasures Colin, her other hand goes to herself, taking some time on her breasts and her core. She doesn't want to wait. Pen thanks whatever deity she can remember. She forgoes a stay tonight, meaning she can lower her neckline to reveal her breasts, knowing Colin would not miss the chance to tease her. As on cue, Colin whispers a "bloody brilliant Pen" before touching her.

She takes her mouth away from him, looking at him from her position. "Would you like to take me to this table, Colin?" He doesn't even answer. He helps her get to her feet, lifts her skirt, and makes her sit on the table's edge—a moment after he is inside her, finally. "Be loud, Pen," he says as he moves. She knows he has entered them in a competition to be the loudest against their neighbours.

She should scold him, but she doesn't care, not when he is giving her exactly what she wants. She feels carefree as he pushes inside her, and she follows him with her hips. She is loud. Louder than she ever was back at home, but something about this moment compels her to give it all to him. "Fuck, Pen", almost shouts Colin when she squeezes him with her core, something they discover makes him go feral.

It's a matter of minutes, and then Colin comes on her stomach. She spurs him on by taking a finger and tasting his release. "Why don't you take your dessert?" she says after sucking the finger in her mouth, and Colin is practically drooling at this point, going on his knees and touching her with his finger and mouth until she is coming once, then twice. Then, he smiles and crooks his fingers inside her, making her gush out. Colin loves making her release like that.

The place is now dead silent; only their breaths fill the space. Colin claims they won the competition, smirking. "And this is nothing," he says, a bit drunk on her. He lifts her and brings her to their bedroom, disrobing both. "Colin, I think I want to go to that place you mentioned... the one dedicating to those parties you mentioned in your journal," and he looks at her, stunned. "Really?" Pen nods, shy.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, what do you say?" She smiles, and they both get under the covers. Pen caresses his chest for a few moments before falling asleep. He quickly follows her while thinking about what she said.

(Part 2 tomorrow)

[yan-randomfandom]

Hello! We loved what you did with our dev ask. Wanted to know if you would do Yan! Irep headcanons? I'm a little surprised that Dale got a request before irep.

💘ficto anon

Yandere!Irep x GN!Human!Reader

warnings: hickey or biting mentions!!

just realized how right you are about Dale having a yandere request before Irep,,, woah— half bullet & half drabble!! lil square man

I feel like he'd easily get attached to you on the first day. If you somehow check all the boxes that catch his attention, at least.

For example, buying him ice cream. Surprisingly, it's simple enough to get him to stay with you.

When he heard you say it was your treat, the first thing he thought of was karma. He had done something good for you, and now you were returning the favor. This type of positive thing never happens to him.

Even if he didn't like sweets, he wanted to know what would happen if you bought him ice cream. A simple action, but to him, it felt like you were making up for years of his social interactions.

He's an anti-fairy. His species is feared and avoided. Irep doesn't have many friends, really—he's the second fairy born in a thousand years.

His family, while they love each other dearly, often don't have as much quality time as the originals. They're probably too caught up in their evil schemes.

Having said that, he'd nonchalantly reveal that he's a fairy to you the second you take his heart.

You're so kind to him. It's new. It's nice. Even his parents don't offer this much kindness.

So, if you think Peri is deprived, imagine how much more deprived this guy is.

Irep loves praise. Call him handsome. Call him stylish. Call him better than Peri—he's folded.

He would do anything for you. Literally. Da Rules can't stop him. A stranger is talking to you without acknowledging him? Woah. Where'd they go?

Clingy to a fault. Irep would show you off to the world; he has no shame.

His parents are confused about why he's mingling with a human, but they're supportive nonetheless.

Loves to tease you. It's the most evil thing he can do to you (in plain sight).

Much like Peri, he'd love cuddles. It's a funny thought, but he'd often rest his flat head on your chest or lap. At least he's comfortable.

With fangs like his, he might playfully bite you. He'd love nothing more than to give you hickeys, but he would never leave marks on your skin—unless you ask nicely.

While he's certainly confident, filled with his ego, sometimes there's an inkling of doubt in the pit of his stomach. He's still an anti-fairy, and he would hate to see you go.

This is where his manipulative side can come into play. He’ll make sure you see him at his most vulnerable, making you feel guilty enough to avoid even considering leaving him.

He may be a bit rough around the edges, but Irep can genuinely be good support. After all, that's all he ever wanted: to be useful and to have something for himself.

Irep was disguised as a human. This was the closest he could get to Dev and Peri without getting caught.

The duo were currently inside an ice cream parlor, with Hazel as their company. Irep squinted his eyes. Oh, wait, his reverse parents were there too. Of course they were, being Hazel's godparents and all.

A sneaky smile crept across his face. He had an evil plan brewing in his mind, but first, a loophole must be discovered. Maybe they'll fight right there and then, allowing Irep to reach Dev again.

So, all he has to do is... wait.

Wait.

...Until Dev or Peri decide to separate.

It didn't seem like it was going to happen anytime soon. They were happily chatting, smiles on their faces. Hazel offered a spoonful of ice cream to Dev, who grumpily accepted anyway.

...

Finger after finger, impatient tapping fell on the table. Has it always taken this long? Man, it feels like he's wasting his eternal life just... stalking them.

In fact... He's been having this weird emotion for some time. Irep unknowingly goes deeper into a space of his mind. Has defeating Peri always been his goal in life? Well, obviously. He won't ever deny that. But is that all there is?

Anti-fairies are despised as villains, bringing bad luck and destruction, yet still, there is a delicate balance. Something, something... Ugh... It's such a hassle to think about. Maybe all the time he spent stalking and brooding alone finally got to him.

Still, isn't there anything else he can do?

Hazel and Dev eventually stood up and began to leave the parlor. It was time for Irep to follow them again, as usual.

The anti-fairy stood up and trailed behind them, his hands shoved into his pockets. Huffing, he couldn't push back the restless thoughts.

"Shoot—!"

Someone suddenly bumped into Irep, but with his quick reflexes, he caught the person before they fell to the ground.

He stared at you with widened eyes.

"I'm so," you fretted, hastily adjusting your position. With a crooked smile, you sheepishly patted his clothes to straighten them. "Sorry! Thanks for catching me."

Irep didn't know how to talk to a human. He had only ever dealt with them when necessary, and in those times they usually catch him in the worst mood possible.

Perhaps this was one of those times.

"No matter. It's fine, fellow human," he remarked, adjusting his sleeves. By now, his future godkid and Peri were already at the terminal.

"Um, okay... I can buy you ice cream if you'd like," you smiled. "As an apology. Oh, wait, unless you've already bought one!"

"Ah. I don't like sweets. I have to go— Wait, did you say it's your treat?"

[lady-boketto]

Gaming Headcanons (Call of Duty)

A/n: This is not canon at all and I thought it would be fun to think about what kind of games and gamer the CoD men would be

Price:

Price does not have a lot of gaming experience but he likes to be included in game nights

He's the one who rages the most when he is playing games (but it's mostly when he is playing multiplayer games)

Price prefers board games rather than digital ones (likes the atmosphere that is created when gathering around the table with close friends to sit down and have some fun it)

Don't ever ask him to play poker because he can and will kick your ass (unless you are a poker legend or you manage to cheat without him noticing)

He has his own personal chess board to play with (it's a nice quality wooden one that's not too big so that he can bring it with him to pass time when he doesn't have access to the internet)

Gaz:

A true master of gaming, like there's no game out there that this man won't be good at

Also kind of a sore loser when someone finally manages to beat him, Gaz kind of lets out this big sigh and crosses his arms over his chest while looking off into the corner but he doesn't stay this way for long, it more of a 'in the moment' situation (Gaz is more frustrated that he wasn't good enough to win this round but knows there will be other chances)

Gaz equally enjoys playing digital games as much as he does when he plays a board game (his favorite board game to play is monopoly, since he can get very strategic while he plays and is very easily annoyed when he's sitting in monopoly jail)

Soap:

Johnny is the person who tries to tell stories over the mic only to realize that he's been on mute for the past ten minutes (the rest of the group was wondering why he was so quiet all of the sudden)

He also has a Nintendo switch ( He has a Nintendo lite in the color blue) but he loves playing Mario Kart or any of the Mario Parties and loves it when you get frustrated when he steals first place or star from you (he gives his famous laugh and pecks your cheek while telling you how much he loves you while committing the vile act)

Trolls/griefs a ton. He thinks it's funny when other players scream curse words at him and never misses an opportunity to provoke them even further. (he laughs his ass off when they rage quit or if he has to read their attempt to argue back at him in the game chat)

He actually likes spending multiple hours on a game. Grinding to get the best stuff just so he can brag about it the next day.

Soap also does occasionally broadcast his game play with others (because he likes to look back on the memories when he feeling alone or that he just needs something to cheer his mood up a little)

Ghost:

Ghost is the type of person who would say they only play multiplayer games but likes to secretly play the cozy single player games like animal crossing and Stardew Valley (he rant to you about how unfair Isabella is when rating his island a mere 3 stars or how he often forgets to go back to his house before 2 am because he was too focused on the monsters and loot in the mines.)

Even though he doesn’t mind online multiplayer games to play with the rest of squad 141, he also doesn’t mind to play co-op games with you (his favorites to play are it takes two or playing some version of call of duty zombies on a split screen, he takes pride in protecting you in co-op games or he shyly admits a thank you when you revive him)

He just likes strategic games in general, you will find him often playing chess with Price ( when you watch them play, they always take the longest time possible to make their move, it seems like they both go through every possible move until they find the best position to move forward but the game is always interrupted by something that needs one or the other’s attention)

[peachjagiya]

How Layover taught me self confidence

Or Why Biasing Kim Taehyung is good for your mental wellbeing

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So I'm not even a year into being into BTS. I'm toddler army, I think since April? This video of the Sirius performance of Butter came up on my tiktok randomly and I Just Wanted To Know Their Names and now I'm here.

I didn't immediately bias Tae. I actually attached immediately to Jimin. I also thought Suga was grumpy and there was something going on between Jimin and JK cos I watched the official content and fell for the narrative 😇 (I wouldn't say I'm a former jikooker though. It lasted like a week then I got weird vibes from it 🤷)

I'm really into jazz and swing so Tae wrecked my bias with Le Jazz De V.

Then it really got serious with Layover. Specifically these pictures:

See this outfit rewired my brain.

Here's the thing: I'm a big girl and I've been uncomfortable in my skin and clothes for a long time. I'm also gay and that comes with a lot of style related baggage too. Don't dress too masculine, everyone will think you're a man-hating lesbian. You're wearing a dress, you don't SEEM gay.

It made me hate my style. Trying to dress to hide my figure but not look too baggy. Trying to be feminine but not too feminine, trying not to wear anything too masc, trying to be stylish, trying a lot of things that never worked for me. I have no gender dysphoria but I never felt happy in my clothes.

Then I saw a literal idol wearing baggy jeans and tee and looking so stylish with it and a switch flipped. Maybe a slender South Korean man isn't where I'd imagine finding inspiration as a British bisexualish plus size lesbian but I suddenly felt like a style was accessible to me. The jewellery, the effortless slouch... I tried it out and it sounds dramatic but it was like a fashion euphoria. I liked how I looked for maybe the first time ever. My tummy hidden but I still looked good and like I'd made an effort.

His queer coding is so important to me too. It doesn't matter to me what he turns out to be. His promotion of queer artists, films and music, genderless expression and demonstrated support for queer community, will always be important in helping me feel seen and valued regardless of whether his participation is as a queer man or as an ally.

And he has made me more accepting of my own neurodivergence. I'm a mum to a six year old. I do the school run and cook and pay my mortgage with my boring communications job and I'm really into BTS. It's a bit of an eyebrow raise for a lot of people. I'm not into diagnosing strangers but Tae's relentless ability to be himself, no matter how weird the rest of the world thinks he is, and being a hugely popular idol when the world tells you you can't be a bit of a free-thinker and successful at the same time... That's important!

So yeah. The other guys have qualities that comfort me too but Taehyung has had a profound impact on things that needed fixing in my brain.

And that's why he's my best guy THE END ask me anything I'll talk about Taehyung for hours.

(I'm sorry I ever thought you were just a grump, Yoongi.)

Are these dungarees/overalls backwards btw?

[he-goes-down]

There Was A Time:

previous chapters/warnings

6. You Ain’t The First

Second person POV:

That Friday the band had a gig. You did the usual; help the boys tease their hair, this was the only time you could be near Izzy or touch him, you helped Slash with his eyeliner and Axl's eyeshadow. They went on stage you watched them from a secret balcony opposite the stage, where all the lights and other technical controls were. You watched Steven's hair bounce as he played the drums, and it was even more hypnotising with his teased hair. You watched him for the beginning of the gig, it soon trailed over to Axl. You knew it was bad that you had feelings for him, even worse that you kissed him. You're his manager, you couldn't be with him, just like nothing could happen between you and Duff. But my god he is so addictive to look at. His teased hair made him look like a lion, and the way he moved his hips when he sang made all the girls, the boys and yourself go absolutely wild. You did however look away from him when it was Slash's solo. Duff and Izzy were looking at you while he shredded, you didn't notice of course as you were in awe at his talent and his man boobs. Duff was jealous, but he wasn't hateful, he knew Slash was amazing at going nuts on the guitar, he stared too sometimes. Izzy however, no one knew what he was thinking. Murder? Maybe. Toe hair? I don't know. Unicorns shitting glitter? Sure! He was so hard to read, he was a complete mystery.

The rest of the show went well. Axl didn't jump on anyone or even shout at them. When they ended you waited for them in the changing room. All the guys were first in, but Axl was slightly delayed, but soon he stepped over the dressing rooms threshold. "Guys, I have someone that I want you to meet." Axl said with a smile. It was quite unusual to see him this chirpy after a show, he would normally be ranting with the small nit-picky stuff of the not-so-good quality equipment. A stunning girl with long curly hair and the most beautiful blue eyes walked in behind him and then stood next to him. "This is Erin." He spoke. "My girlfriend". Those words hit you like a freight train, your ears started ringing. You felt so betrayed. You felt your heart break under the sheer amount of pain it just felt in that moment. You hated them. No not her. Him. Axl Rose. He played with your heart just like that. Did he think of you like you were some groupie? He couldn't have, your kiss and everything but lust behind it. You had to put. Brave face on to not like you wanted to kill yourself in that moment because, they rest of the band were introducing themselves and you were up next after Izzy. "This is our manager." Axl said as he motioned to you. "Ah! Oh my god you're so pretty! I've heard so much about you!" She said. 'Oh thank god she's a girls girl' You thought in relief.

You guys sat at the booth like normal, this time with Steven and Erin on your sides instead of Axl. Erin was absolutely lovely, you contemplated taking her for yourself and getting back at Axl. Or just taking her for yourself. You we're still heart sore and annoyed at Axl, with every word he spoke your malicious thoughts of getting back at him got worse and worse. Would he even care? He better. "If you weren't in the music business, what would you do?"  Erin asked. You were about to speak but Axl spoke over you. "Some Rocket Science things. That's why we call her our Rocket Queen." He spoke. You coughed a little nearly choking as you remembered one of the stories behind the song Rocket Queen that they haven't even made yet. "That's so cool!" She responded. You smiled at her. "I can speak for myself Axl." You said with malice. "Geez, what's got you so riled up?" he asked as he laughed. You didn't know if he knew what he was doing was getting on your nerves, but he loved doing it. You rolled your eyes. "Stop listening in to our convos babe." She said as she playfully hit him. The pet name hurt you even more, but at least he was getting smacked. "Steven can you sit next to Axl so he can't eavesdrop?" You asked Steven, and he agreed and moved to the other side. You and Erin chatted more, as the guys were talking in their own world, it felt good to have another girl to talk to, you realised just how much more immature boys were. "So... Which one is your favourite?" She asked as she nudged you. "Oh, no no I can't choose," You giggled "Steven definitely. Oh, and maybe Duff as second" You whispered to her. "And the others?" She giggled "Izzy hates me for I don't know what reason. Slash doesn't warn anyone when he's bringing someone over, so I always get to hear the noises he makes." You giggled as you rolled your eyes. "And Axl just getting on my nerves sometimes." You added. "I don't know, I think Izzy has thing for you." She spoke. You stared at her with wide eyes and a 'what the fuck' expression on your face. You nearly burst out laughing. "Seriously! Look, every time he takes a sip of his drink, he looks at you." She whispered. You scoffed lightly at her in disbelief. "Look!" She whisper shouted. Both of you looked at Izzy who sat at the other side of the table. He took his glass, lifted it to his mouth and took a sip, his eyes then glanced to your end of the table. He saw the two of you looking back at him, and he quickly glanced back at the other guys while coughing slightly as he nearly choked on his drink. Your mouth was slightly a gape as you looked back at Erin, and she had the most shit eating grin ever and was about to giggle her ass off just like you were. She snorted then you did, it didn't take long till the two of you were laughing uncontrollably, not being able to breathe soon after. Izzy quickly made his way out of the booth seeing this scene unravel and he went to the bathroom. The rest of the band were looking at you two going mental.

You soon calmed down, but you didn't explain to the rest what happened. Axl looked a little irritated, but you didn't notice as you were having too much fun with Erin. Izzy soon came back also looking irritated but much more than Axl. You two didn't giggle more at him just encase he might go off on you. "But who do you like?" She asked. "Didn't you already ask me this?" You raised an eyebrow. "I mean like. Like, like you know?" She explained. Shit. You couldn't say it. "I can't date any of them. I'm their manager." You told her. "Yeah, but you can still like one of them. It's not illegal." She responded. "Nah, I couldn't." you said. 'Wise words, should have listened to them sooner.' You thought. "Come on! What about the tall one? He's been taking peeks at you too." She said. You blushed a bit, you had an initial crush on him, but you still couldn't pursue it. You looked at Duff who was talking amongst the group, then glanced at Axl who sat next to him. If Axl didn't care about you, then he wouldn't mind you getting closer with Duff. Right?

You all drank some more and talked some more. Izzy starred daggers at you the whole time. You didn't realise as you were talking to Erin and Duff over the table. It was soon time to leave, and you were innocently flirting with Duff as you were walking to the exit. Axl noticed and his intoxicated rage filled eyes glared at the sight of you two, and his anger burned brighter as Duff laid his hand on your shoulder as he sweet talked you and you giggled in response. Erin left to her own apartment as you were halfway home, Axl didn't even seem to acknowledge that. Or even get the slightest bit of excitement when offered going to her place to do some unspeakable business. He just grunted a 'bye' and continued to hang his head with distain as he continued walking. He gets like this when he's off his head drunk, but not when naked women are involved. You got home and everyone went to their respective rooms. You took Duffs hand and leaded him to your shared room, you were drunk and wanted to have fun, and especially get on Axl's nerves. Duff was more than happy to endorse what you were about to do. "Wait. I need to talk to you." Axl said. You rolled your eyes and sighed. You nudged your head at Duff to go to the room. You rested your back on the nearest wall and crossed your arms, as you gave a tired look at Axl. "Mhm?" You started. "What do you think you're getting at?" He accused. "I don't understand." You responded in a sarcastic annoyed tone back at him. "Why are you so angry? You have a girlfriend now. You should be ecstatic!" You waved your hand as you spoke. He huffed slightly, being at a loss for words. "Go on...?" You urged. Nothing. You got up off the wall about to walk to the room. "Just, don't hurt her." You said to him in a lighter serious tone. "Don't go kissing her and then leaving her for another girl the next week." You said as began walking. He did not like that. He started to speak up. "You ain't the fucking first. Just remember that." He shouted down at you. You knew you weren't, but you really wanted to be.

You did get back to the room, tired from the mental drainage that's been this night. Duff was half-way undressed but he was passed out hard on the bed. You sighed in relief as you put the covers over him and tucked yourself into bed next to his.

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"I'm not going to get into that college"

First and foremost, minjae understands the pressure to get into a certain college in order to please your parents. But you wanna know whats more important? Why do you wanna go? Other than pleasing your parents. After a long talk and cuddle, you should come into a better sense of whether or not college is something you want to do. But either way, you should always believe in yourself! ♡

"I don't have many followers"

Junmin's going to take away your phone. Not because you did something bad, but so you can take a break. Go outside, turn on do not disturb and take a walk with your lovely boyfriend. Its a win-win for you, him, and his dogs. A win-win-win, technically ♡

"I don't have a good fashion sense"

As someone who likes to dress a certain way, sumin knows what its like, but he has a tip; dress for you. When you wear things that make you happy, you often forget about the others around you, and their opinions. It also helps you stand out from the crowd. Wear what you like ♡

"I cant do any better"

Grabbing both of your hands, jinsik will give them a tight squeeze in front of the mirror, making you repeat the same mantras every morning. They may feel silly at first, but over time they help you convince yourself that you are worthy of whatever you desire ♡

"I dont have many friends"

First, hyunwoo will talk about the importance of friends. Friends that help you grow to become the better you and give you a good laugh. Friends that would never judge you for their own benefit. That being said, you need to eliminate the ones that dont actually care for you. Worry less about the quantity, and more about the quality. Who cares if you only have 3 friends? As long as youre happy and growing, thats all that matters ♡

"I'm not pretty enough"

Beauty is subjective. You may be insecure about one thing, but junghoon, 9 times out of 10, finds it really stinking cute. But what he feels doesnt matter, what others think doesnt matter. How you think matters!! So stop worrying about other peoples eyes and work on your inner self. If youre happy.. youre at peace, and if youre at peace, you start to smile. And thats very attractive ♡

"I'm not that smart"

"Why dont you think youre smart?" Seeun would ask, his chin resting against his hand. "Why do you want to be smart?" These questions may be dumb but they have meaning. We all have the ability to learn something. After all, life is about experiencing things and growing from it. It all just takes time, so dont stop believing in yourself, 'kay? ♡

"No one will miss me when im gone"

Although you may feel alone and think no one would care, yujun would care. Yujun would always care. But, stop worrying about the future, you know? Live your life in the present with no regrets. Every moment spent worrying is a moment spent not really living. When you obsess over that type of stuff, you are missing out on whats in front of you. And when you miss that, you wont realize the people who love and support you ♡

"I feel overweight"

Hunter will take you to the gym, but not just so you become 'thin' and everyone will accept you, to focus on being healthy, mentally healthy too. Focus on getting in shape with a well balanced diet and exercise program. Hunter will help! ♡

"People talk behind my back"

"Do you know that for sure??" Yechan would ask, poking his fork in his salad. "Because most of the time, its just an imaginary conversation you have in your head. Stop worrying what other people think and focus on your well being. But what you said is true, expect to see me at your school." He finishes, shooting you an innocent smile ♡

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Friction

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Ch. 9 | 2.6k words | Angst & fluff

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Vanessa is relentless. It feels like every time Eric turns around, she's there. He tries to avoid her around the palace, even resorting to taking the less known routes. After all, she is still relatively new. She can't know all of them yet. Eric wishes it were the old days when he could just load up for a long voyage with Max and his crew. He'd love an escape from the unwanted attention right about now.

Then there's you. You help him to avoid her the best you can, and he's more grateful than he can convey. Vanessa seems to bother you as much as she bothers him. The fact makes him feel a little better about the situation. It's another common ground between the two of you. That counts for something, right?

He walks in on Vanessa snapping at you one afternoon, and he opens his mouth to reprimand her, but holds his tongue when you immediately snap back. Eric loves the fact that you don't let anyone walk all over you. He supposes you've had to stand up for yourself for most of your adult life. He still doesn't know much of your upbringing, but you'd shared the fact that you'd been orphaned. His heart breaks for you. Dealing with the loss of his father has been enough torment to last a lifetime; he can't imagine losing his mother, too.

You put in a request to help out in the garden once a week. When Lashana conveys this to him, Eric approves it instantly. In fact, he doubles it.

"She can even spend two days a week in the garden if she wants."

Lashana smiles at him. "Okay, I'll let her know."

Eric's curiosity gets the better of him.

"I wonder, does she like being by the water? She said that awful night terror she had was of drowning."

Lashana frowns with a shrug. "She told me no such thing. I have no idea."

Eric's heart skips a beat. You'd confided in him about something you hadn't even told Lashana. He doesn't know why that's such a revelation, but it makes him feel good.

"Maybe you should ask her," Lashana continues.

Eric's eyes shoot to hers again.

"No, I shouldn't."

She crosses her arms, but her expression remains curious. "Why not?"

"I don't want to bring up a painful memory."

Lashana gives him a sympathetic smile, reaching out to place her hand on his shoulder.

"You've always been compassionate and kind, Eric. Please never lose that."

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All you hear about now is Eric. Vanessa talks about him constantly. It makes you want to avoid him. She's given you so much grief for conversing with him in the hallway that day. You're aware that Eric is an objectively handsome prince with many good qualities, but you don't enjoy him being the only topic of conversation. That's why when Lashana's weekly supply run rolls around, you beg her to let you tag along. Luckily, she takes sympathy on you.

The two of you return to the market. You look for Wesley's stall. He might not be the man you'll spend the rest of your life with, but he's not Eric. You could use a change of scenery. When you finally spot the flower bouquets, you catch sight of him. You're struck once again with admiration for his height and rugged look. He's talking to a customer, and you patiently wait for them to leave.

Wesley turns to you with his eyes cast down at first looking at the sheers in his hand.

"What can I do for you?"

When he lifts them, his eyes sparkle with recognition.

"Ah, (Y/N). I was hoping I'd see you again."

He reaches across the counter for your hand, and kisses it gently. He's so effortlessly charming, and you feel the annoying butterflies return to your gut.

"It's good to see you," you respond. "How has business been?"

"Better than ever," he smiles. "In fact, I've earned more than enough this week to take you on a date."

Your breath catches in your throat. Do you really want to go on a date with this man? Your head supplies plenty of reasons to decline his offer, but you'd like to ignore logic for once. Besides, the thought of being pursued by a man as handsome as him thrills you a little.

"Okay," you answer. "I'd like that."

Wesley gives you a pearly smile, and while it's beautiful, you can't help but notice the absence of dimples.

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Two days later, you twist your hair up in a bun, making sure to leave loose tendrils to frame your face. You turn in the mirror for the tenth time, making sure that the small bow at the back of your dress is tied perfectly. You sigh, smoothing your hands over the material. This light blue gown is one of the nicest dresses that you own. You hope Wesley likes it. Your gaze shifts to your neck. Your fingers ghost over the almost completely healed skin there. Thankfully it seems that you won't have any scarring.

Your gaze lifts back to your face. You look at your eyelashes, and the blush on your cheeks. You even put something on your lips. You don't know how you'll react if Wesley tries to kiss you, but what would it hurt? Your (e/c) eyes shift further up, and stare into themselves. You wonder if you always look this sad and pouty. Deciding that you've done enough of an assessment, you turn from the mirror. You grab your coat, and head down the stairs to the courtyard.

You walk to the gate, and softly open one of its doors to let yourself out. You have no reason to sneak around, but you still prefer to be as quiet as possible. You turn from the gate to see Wesley. He smiles, and you can still see his white teeth even though the sun is setting over the horizon.

"(Y/N), you look beautiful," he compliments.

You feel heat creep up your neck. He comes to stand at your side, and holds eye contact with you as he kisses your hand.

"Come now, I've got a lovely evening planned for us."

He folds your arm over his, and guides you down the path leaving the palace. You converse about your days on the walk to town. When you arrive at the familiar marketplace, he takes you down a side street to a local restaurant. The flyers advertise spaghetti, lasagna, and other popular Italian dishes. The two of you settle at a candle lit table, and Wesley pulls out a chair for you. Once you're seated, he helps you remove your coat, and drape it over the back of the cushion. He then sits across from you with a devilish smile.

"I've got you where I want you now," he laughs.

You give a weak chuckle of acknowledgement, letting your eyes drop down to your hands in your lap.

"How lucky am I to have the most beautiful woman at the castle with me tonight?"

You blush with a meek reply.

"I can't say we agree on that."

You nervously pick at your fingers. In the nick of time, your host comes to set waters on the table. Wesley perks up.

"Are the two of you ready to order?"

Wesley nods to you. "The lady can go first."

You lick your lips. "I'd like the spaghetti, please."

The man nods, and looks back to Wesley.

"I'll have the same," Wesley smiles.

The host leaves the table, and an awkward beat of silence passes over you. You aren't sure what to talk to Wesley about. Truthfully, you hardly know each other.

"So, pray tell, what does a lady like you do in her free time?" Wesley fills the silence.

"Oh," you swallow nervously. "Well, I like to read. I draw occasionally, though I'm not as good as I used to be."

"I'm sure your drawings are wonderful," he supplies.

"What about you?" You're quick to change the subject.

"I like to play cards," he shrugs.

"Like gambling?" You don't mean to be so blunt, but you tend to speak without a filter when you're nervous.

Wesley laughs, patting the table. "I occasionally indulge."

"Well, I have no right to judge," you admit. "I haven't ever played cards to know what it's like."

Wesley's lips quirk up in a smile. "I'll have to show you how sometime."

The host comes to the table with your plates then. You don't talk much after that. You do, however, make sure to tuck a napkin into your collar to protect your pretty dress. After you finish your plate, you sit back with a sigh. Wesley looks amused.

"I was going to ask if it was as delicious as you'd hoped, but I'm assuming it was since you finished your plate."

"You finished yours, too," you point out.

He laughs. "Yes. I love the spaghetti here."

After the two of you leave the cafe, Wesley loops your arms again, and takes you toward the beach.

"I was hoping we could walk along the beach. It's beautiful at night."

Your heart thunders in your chest. "Oh, um, that sounds lovely, but can we stay up on the path? I'd like to admire it from here."

Wesley eyes you curiously, but caves to your whim.

"Sure. I only thought a walk on the beach would be romantic."

You give him a tight smile. "It can still be romantic. We can talk about the moon and the stars."

Wesley looks up with a laugh. "What about them? They're always there."

You ignore the urge to huff a breath.

"Yes, but look how beautiful they are. Most people don't even give them a second glance. Do you know any of the constellations?"

Wesley shakes his head. "No, I'm afraid I don't."

You spend the rest of the walk back to the castle telling him the stories you remember from your childhood. Your dad often spoke about the constellations. He was enamored with them. By the time the two of you approach the castle gate, you turn to Wesley nervously.

"Thank you for tonight. I had a great time."

Wesley locks his eyes on yours, and grabs your arms to urge you back against the stone wall to the side of the gate. Your breath hitches in your throat. This is how people look when they're about to kiss someone, right?

"I've wanted to do this all night," Wesley speaks.

Then, suddenly, he's mashing his lips on yours. You aren't exactly sure how to reciprocate, but you try to purse your lips against his as best you can. You expect to feel sparks, or magic - something...anything, really. And yet you feel absolutely nothing with Wesley's mouth pressed over yours. Is he feeling something right now? A few seconds pass, and you blink, waiting for him to pull away. He finally does, and you wipe your lips.

"Tonight was wonderful, (Y/N). I hope you'll come see me again soon in the market. Maybe we can go dancing sometime."

You give him a small smile as Wesley picks your hand up to kiss it again before he leaves. You awkwardly wave, squeezing yourself through the gate as soon as he turns around. The whole walk back to your room, you touch your lips. Still nothing. Absolutely nothing. It saddens you to an extent. Isn't every woman's first kiss supposed to be unforgettable?

You toss and turn in bed that night. You think about the meaningless kiss, and how you wasted it on Wesley. You see images of waves when you fall asleep, but luckily you view them from the beach this time in your dream. The next morning, you're buzzing with the need to tell someone about the lackluster kiss. Vanessa isn't an option since she's not someone you consider a friend. The closest thing to a friend you have here is Lashana. You seek her out, and eventually find her in the kitchen.

"Good morning. Can I ask you something?" You start.

"Of course," Lashana smiles.

You wring your hands in front of you. "Isn't a woman's first kiss supposed to be, I don't know, special?"

Lashana takes on a puzzled expression, and she stops wiping down the counter with the towel in her hand.

"Um, yes, I suppose so. Why do you ask?"

Your eyes cut away from hers. "It's nothing, really. I- I just went on a date last night, and I had my first kiss, and it was... disappointing."

Lashana's eyes are wide when you meet them again.

"Really? Aw, you poor girl. Was it that Wesley?"

You nod.

"Now, he didn't force you into anything, right?" Her hands settle on her hips in a protective posture. It makes you smile.

"No, nothing like that," you shake your head. "It just wasn't...what I thought it would be."

Lashana laughs. "It has to be the right person."

You scrunch your brow, and cross your arms over your chest. "What do you mean?"

Lashana keeps her smile, shaking her head. "If it's not the right person, there won't be any fireworks."

You think for a second. "Well, how do I know if they're the right person?"

Lashana releases a whimsical sigh. She turns her head to stare out the window at the waves. "It's a feeling you get when you're with them. It's impossible to explain, but when you feel it, you'll know."

"Okay." You simply resign yourself to not knowing for now. You still don't fully understand it, but you believe Lashana.

In the hallway, Eric is pressed against the wall with sweat beading on his forehead. He's suddenly much too hot, and he quietly steals away to his room.

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Of all the things Eric expected to feel upon hearing about your first kiss, anger was not one of them. He's not angry about the fact that you kissed Wesley. You're a beautiful young woman who deserves to explore your wants and needs; god knows he certainly does. His anger stems from the fact that the kiss was terrible (maybe he's assuming here), and that it was your first.

Wesley had to know that, right? Sure, Eric doesn't exactly like the guy, but he should at least deliver if he's going to pursue you. You deserve a love filled with passion and desire. You should accept nothing less. The fact that you opened yourself up to Wesley, and he likely didn't give it his all is what Eric finds himself hung up on. Wesley had no problem leaving you completely unsatisfied.

You aren't just another woman to chase for the thrill of the hunt. In fact, there's no other woman like you. In all his years and travels across the globe, Eric has never met someone so witty, brave, compassionate, and kind. He's sure of it. You've experienced more heartache than most in your life, yet you remain a bright light in others'. You wrestle with your own demons every day, but you readily come to the aid of the people around you.

Your joy may not always be directed at him, but there have been moments that it was before. Eric realizes that he's happy to have experienced you like that; he realizes that he feels so light when your smile does shine on him. Somehow, you help carry the weight that drags him down every day. Somehow, your ray of sunshine breaks through the clouds. Eric muses how that's even possible. How have you affected him so much in the few months that you've been here?

He shakes his head. When did his thoughts of you become so personal and intimate? It's inappropriate to think of staff members in this way, but he feels you understand him more than anyone he's ever met. The two of you don't always get along, but maybe with time, Eric can earn your friendship. He realizes that he would give anything to see you smile at him again. He'll do anything to make you happy, and that thought is more than a little disconcerting.

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Oh- OH?? IS IT A REQUEST ABOUT BUFF WOMANS??? my dear unknow,consider yourself kissed. (Yeah,i'm using a photo cuz i had to delete the first one because i made something wrong but luckily i didn't lost what i writed).

☆Tintin headcanon☆

- Buff woman 🙏🏽

Oh dear,this one is quite interesting not gonna lie.

First he would probably be surprised a bit,just a little.

He gave that quick up and down, took in the information and just kept his polite demeanor as always.

Traveling the world,he probably saw a buff woman or two but one close to him was something interesting in a way.

If you end up getting close to him,he would be more than happy to know you better.

If you talked about your workout routine and the amount of weight you lift,the boy would feel genuinely surprised,joking a bit that what he normally does in one adventure is almost a long workout since he's always running,jumping and or punching someone just to get his story.

And when he said it,now was your time to be surprised,even more because his body looked a bit ""petite"" for someone who does all of that (in a fucking daily basis)

One thing that I know probably happened is,when Tintin introduced you to Haddock,at some point,being an old marine like him, he probably wanted an arm wrestle just to see what would happen. You won,but it was a fair game lol.

Now,the dating part is kinda funny.

Do y'all know that couple dynamic “The amazon x the short guy”?

This. This is your dating life.

If you're taller,of course he wouldn't feel ashamed or anything like that,we all know this man,this perfect one that can do no wrong and does not have a fragile masculinity.

Just don't tease him about being short or trying to carry him like a bag of potatoes and we're good.

Only when not in public tho.

Like,having a buff woman is basically accepting the prince/princess treatment. Being held,hugged from behind and having someone to look up to for comfort??

A bit weird at first,but when he discovers the good things of having a buff girlfriend?

Sign he in.

Being used as a weight,like him laying on your back while you do push ups? A bit cynical at first,but when you easily do it,normally it becomes a thing. Like he is reading something while lying on your back or mumbling about this new mystery,it's kinda funny but he doesn't have a problem with it. (Again,as long it's made at home)

Would even go running with you as a way of spending time together, stopping at some park or little place to stay and just enjoy some quality time before going back home.

The cuddles? Being holded like a fragile thing always gives him the best naps he ever had in his life. Adore when you wrap yourself around him like a blanket.

I don't know why,but I feel like when you guys cuddle with you resting on top, hugging his waist and resting your head on his abdomen with a tank top or any clothes that shows your muscles,he would like,trace the definated line of it??

Like,I'm sure he would do it If you had body marks too.

Other girls hitting on him,he find amusing when you tower over him and kinda of send them off. (If you is far he would walk up and be by your side holding your hand)

He would even take you on adventures too,bonus if you learned some type of martial art. What is this? The perfect woman??

Although,if you're the tough exterior and fragile inside,the princess will be you. No questions asked.

He would find it lovely. The way you could be tough to be face to face with someone taller,but ask him to kill a roach out of fear clinging on his arm for protection.

The ✨cutiest✨

Insecure about wearing dresses? You're a queen in his eyes. Worshiped on the spot.

Need motivation? He's your number one fan,rooting for you and helping you out in any way.

Feeling insecure about him leaving you because of your looks? Didn't i said that this man sees you like a Goddess??

Let's not even get on the thighs part because damm he just want to be crushed-

Beside it! This man fell in love with every little inch of you and love being the prince or making you his Goddess, nothing less than this.

It's a Win-win for both of you basically.

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N/A: hey! I said i wasn't dead. So the thing is,i'll probably settle sunday or monday to post fics and request. Maybe one day a week and in between i post some incorrect quotes that pass cross my mind while i write the big fic that i'll post on my AO3. Like i said i already have some things writed so don't worry,i'm still here and writing requests too. (Making bots too cuz i just made a Tintin bot about that "i could be a better boyfriend than him" best decision i've ever made🙏🏽). So yeah,hope you liked! Thank you for reading😘

[saichisugimoto99]

Halloween Holiday

Pairing/s: Ethan Landry x OC!Miyuki

Summary: When Chad said he had won an all-inclusive trip to Japan for 8 people, most people thought this "little vacation" was a good opportunity to clear their heads. The place was beautiful, although that was exactly the problem. How could Chad win a luxury trip in a raffle of dubious origin? Shortly after, they discovered that, despite being a charming place, it had a very dark secret.

Warnings: Language, shoddy comedy, gore? (just a description, I think), bad writing, sorry, non-ghostface. I think that's all, if I'm missing something, don't hesitate to tell me.

W/C (Word Count): 5k+

A/N (Author's Note): For the story of this special (which comes a little late, sorry), I based it on two movies and a video game: The Grudge (its American version), and the game that was created by Chilla's Art: The Bathhouse. English is not my first language, so if there are mistakes, don't crucify me. (Only Nexorath dialogues will be purple)

Everything was completely fine. Miyuki just wanted to spend the next few days making Halloween-themed cookies together with her spoon cleaner, Ethan. If only Chad hadn't won that damn trip to Japan, they wouldn't be in this situation. But for more context, let's go back in time.

Two weeks before…

Miyuki was preparing the cookie dough while Ethan hugged her from behind, his face hidden in the crook of her neck. “Love, I need space to handle the dough” he said to the curly-haired boy. “I'm sorry... I barely saw you all week because of exams, I can't help but want to be close to you” Ethan responded with a sad expression. Miyuki just smiled and rolled her eyes. “Okay, stop making that puppy dog ​​expression and help me make the cookies” Ethan smiled and started helping his girlfriend with the preparation, just like she had taught him a while ago.

After a few minutes, Miyuki put the tray with the cookie dough in the oven and took out the sugar and cinnamon to sprinkle on them within 10 minutes. At that, the head of his symbiote, Nexorath, emerged from behind his back. "I can't wait to eat cookies" the symbiote said with a smile, Ethan just rolled his eyes, “Are you leaving the rest with nothing again, glutton?” after saying that, the symbiote quickly turned to look at Ethan.

“Who do you think you're calling a glutton, you broccoli hair idiot?!”

“What did you call me a parasite?!”

"Parasite?! I’ll headbutt you!!”

“Enough!!” Miyuki exclaimed irritably. “My God, you look like an old couple. They won't eat cookies if they keep fighting like that. Nexorath, you know you are forbidden from headbutting others, and Ethan, stop calling him a parasite” after the girl scolded them, they both bowed their heads and remained silent until the cookies were ready and sprinkled.

They were about to start eating cookies when the door to the apartment Miyuki shared with her best friend, Anika, was heard. Multiple voices could be heard and, seconds later, the aforementioned girl stuck her head out of the kitchen door with a smile. “Sorry to interrupt your quality time together, guys, but Chad needs you in the room.”

“What for?” Miyuki asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No idea, he said it was incredible news.”

Anika leaves in the direction of the living room, “The cookies will have to wait guys” Miyuki said as she took Ethan's hand and headed to the living room, “I hope it's quick, I've already waited a long time to eat cookies” Nexorath and his infinitely short patience.

Entering the room, Miyuki saw everyone: Sam, Tara, Mindy, Anika, Chad, the perpetrator of the incredible news, and even one of her brothers, Kenji. “Kenji? "What are you doing here?" the girl asked, looking at her brother while Ethan sat on the only space left on the couch and she settled into his legs. “I don't have the slightest idea, I was just coming to leave you the book you lent me. I ran into them and Chad dragged me here” Kenji said with his usual serious expression.

“So… Why the sudden reunion?” Ethan asked, looking at his best friend and roommate as he wrapped his arm around Miyuki's waist. “I'm glad you asked my dear Ethan. The news that I will give next will only demonstrate my good luck.”

“Do you have any idea what the hell he's talking about?” Miyuki asked in a whisper to Tara, who was next to her, but she just shrugged, “He didn't want to tell me.”

“Well, I hope it's really too good news to interrupt my time eating cookies” the symbiote spoke in his head, making only Miyuki hear him.

“A few weeks ago I went to Brooklyn with some kids from one of my classes and entered a raffle place. I signed up for one of them and I won. Can anyone guess what the prize was?” Chad asked, looking around at everyone.

“Speak up!” Miyuki and Mindy exclaimed at the same time.

Chad was startled, “Shit! Well, well, how impatient” he rolled his eyes and spoke again, “Well, friends, I am pleased to announce that... I won a trip to Japan!” everyone was silent for a few seconds, before they jumped and They began to congratulate Chad, except Kenji, Mindy and Miyuki. “Chad, that's incredible!” Anika exclaimed as she stood up to hug her friend. “It's true, you really have good luck” Sam told him with a smile and then Tara stood up to congratulate her boyfriend. , “I wasn't expecting that news, congratulations babe” “Congratulations, bro!” Ethan moved his girlfriend to hug Chad.

“And you guys aren't going to congratulate me?” i ask, looking at Kenji, his sister, and Miyuki.

“I still don't know what I'm doing here” Kenji said.

“Chad, dear brother, your award gives me a bad feeling.”

“I share Mindy's opinion.”

“I haven't eaten cookies for coming to hear your news, and it's rubbish!” Nexorath came out, he was very irritated.

“Oh come on! I haven't even told you the best part. The trip is for 8 people! That's why I brought Miyuki's brother.”

Miyuki and Kenji look at him for a few seconds, “You know we go there with the same frequency as we visit a supermarket, right?” Kenji said making Chad a little frustrated, “Please, guys, so that the trip is valid. There needs to be 8 people, plus it's a good opportunity for the rest of us to see a place outside of the United States, so what do you say?” Miyuki shares a look with her brother and they both nod at the same time, “Okay, we'll go.”

“I still think this is very suspicious and a bad idea, but anyway, I'm in too” Mindy said, standing up with her arms crossed. And oh, she was definitely right; This trip was a very bad idea.

Miyuki was at the door of the apartment, giving instructions to her sister, Natsuki, on how to take care of her pets while she went on a trip, “Koda and Nimbus have to go out every morning to walk for at least an hour, since They have a lot of energy. What Horus eats most are crickets and lettuce, and Jade already has enough frozen mice in the small refrigerator under her terrarium. About Zinnia, the only thing you have to keep an eye on is its litter box and its diet, technically it would be the easiest to care for. Okay?” her sister just looked at her for a few seconds, processing everything.

“Yeah… I think I should thank you for the written instructions” he said to Miyuki with a smile, the girl imitated his action, “It's necessary, you know I worry about my babies.”

“Don't worry, if you visit 'aunt Namika, give my regards.”

“Of course, see you.”

Miyuki said goodbye to her sister and her pets, and headed downstairs, where Anika was already putting both of their suitcases in the trunk of the taxi. The girl approached to help her, and when they finished placing the suitcases, they got into the vehicle heading to the airport.

When they arrived, the rest of the group was waiting for them at the entrance. They got out of the taxi and went to get their suitcases. Ethan ran to Miyuki to help her put them down.

"I missed you."

“We saw each other last night, babe” the girl responded with a teasing smile.

“Exactly” Ethan leaned in to give his girlfriend a kiss which she reciprocated.

“AGH, you guys disgust me!” the symbiote spoke telepathically, causing Miyuki to roll her eyes as she finished unloading her suitcases to walk towards the others along with Anika.

As they made their way through the airport, the bustle of people and the sound of advertisements echoed around them. Miyuki looked around, feeling a mix of irritation and nervousness because she didn't like crowded places. “I can't believe I finally got to visit where your family comes from” Ethan murmured, the girl just smiled and squeezed his hand tenderly.

“Shit!” Miyuki exclaimed, stopping short.

“What's going on? Did you forget something?” the curly-haired boy asked, causing the entire group to look at them.

“Ahh no, I hope you didn't forget anything, we don't have time for you to go back and forth” Chad said, with a worrying tone.

“No, it's not that. I just forgot to mention something to you” before he could continue speaking, you heard a voice calling out to you from behind, when you turned around, you saw Quinn and another of Miyuki's brothers, Masashi, approaching you.

“I forgot to mention them.”

“What are you doing here?” Sam asked.

“Damn, we barely missed you guys. 'I ran into Miyuki's brother on the way and we thought they had already left, I'm glad we arrived on time" Quinn said as she gasped for air, the only one who didn't even look tired was Masashi, who only had a backpack on him. shoulder and a travel bag in the other hand.

“Well yes, we were already on our way to the inspection area” Miyuki said with a smile as she hugged her friend and then her brother, “Hello, Masa”

“Hello, flea” Masashi said with a half smile as he the hug corresponded to his dear sister.

“I'll repeat Sam's question: what are you doing here?” Chad asked, raising an eyebrow. “Well, despite my negativity about this trip, I didn't want to leave Quinn alone in New York, so I called my dad to pull some strings and talk to the owner of the accommodation, and he set aside two more places: one for Quinn and another for Masashi. Because, lacking a brother, he decided to send two to take care of me. You don’t have to worry, your tickets are paid for too.”

“Tell us the truth, Miyuki, how much influence does your dad have?” Mindy asked with her arms crossed and a smile, causing Miyuki to just roll her eyes, “Let's go, before we miss the flight” with that, Everyone continued walking, and this time with two more companions.

The group arrived at the screening area and began to line up. Chad remained cheerful, making jokes about Japanese food and what they planned to do as soon as they got to Tokyo. “I have to try real ramen and see if it's really as good as they say!” he said, as Tara laughed and nodded.

“And I want to walk around Sensō-ji temple. I saw some pictures and the place is beautiful” Quinn said as she linked her arm with Sam’s.

Finally, they passed the security check and collected their suitcases. “We're almost ready to board!” Anika exclaimed, as she checked her watch.

While they were waiting in the departure lounge, Mindy approached Miyuki and said quietly, “Hey, do you think this is all a good idea? I can't stop thinking about what the news said about that place…”

“What do you mean?” Miyuki responded, a little confused.

“You know, the stories about haunted places and stuff like that. 'I don't know, I have a bad feeling."

“I don't believe much in ghosts, but my aunt Namika is an itako, which is the equivalent of shamans in Japan. For that reason, I always keep an open mind. But you're right, I don't have a good feeling either." (Says the one who has an alien up her ass and also knows Doctor Strange)

Before Mindy could respond, an advertisement caught her attention. “Attention, passengers of flight 452 to Tokyo, the last calls to board are being made. Please go to boarding gate number 7.”

“It's time!” Chad said, excited. The group got moving, with renewed energy.

Once on board the plane, they settled into their seats and, as the plane began to take off, Miyuki looked out the window.

“Japan, here we come!” Chad shouted, raising his arms in triumph. Everyone applauded and laughed, infected by his enthusiasm. However, deep down, Miyuki couldn't help a small worry from settling in her mind. What awaited you on this trip?

Throughout the trip, Miyuki was watching movies with Ethan, listening to music and occasionally talking to her brothers, or answering some of Quinn's questions about Japan. When they finally landed, the group felt refreshed. Excitement filled the air as they picked up their suitcases. As they left the airport, the fresh air and bustle of the city surrounded them.

“Look at that!” Anika exclaimed, pointing towards the illuminated signs and the hustle and bustle of the streets. “This is incredible.”

“Don't react as if it's your first time coming to Japan,” Kenji said, with an almost imperceptible smile, “She looks like an old woman seeing a modern phone for the first time,” Masashi said next, looking at his brother with a mocking smile, “ I hate you guys,” Anika punched them both, but still smiled.

“Guys, do you know what time the minibus that dad rented for us will arrive?” Miyuki asked, looking at her brothers. Masashi looked at the time on a nearby screen at the airport, “He will arrive in approximately 10 minutes.”

“Did they rent a minibus?” Chad asked, confused, “Don't look at me, Dad would never take 'no' for an answer” Miyuki says, as her siblings nodded at the same time.

The minibus arrived shortly after, they stored the suitcases in a compartment with the help of the driver and got into the vehicle that would take them to the accommodation. Upon arriving at the place, they were surprised by how luxurious it looked from the outside.

Immediately, everyone turned their heads to look at Chad, who had a huge smile. “Well? What do you think?” “Chad, this looks too good to be true” Mindy said with a serious and somewhat nervous expression. “Come on, little sister, don't be a party pooper. “Stop being so negative and just enjoy this vacation.”

“For the first time, I agree with her. I feel something strange about this place” Nexorath said, stepping out from behind Miyuki as he looked around the accommodation, making sure no one else saw it.

“Do you see it? Even the alien agrees with me,” Mindy said. “Come on, you too, Nex? “This place is amazing.”

“An incredible place to die” Miyuki commented. As beautiful as it was, it definitely had a very strange vibe.

“That's enough, let's get in at once, shall we?” Quinn took the key from Chad and quickly began walking towards the entrance of the small house they had shared.

“I don't want to go into that place” the symbiote said, looking at its host. “I'm afraid we have no choice, Nex” the girl sighed as she dragged her suitcase. “Awww, is the almighty Nexorath afraid?” Ethan asked sarcastically as he put his arm around Miyuki's shoulders. “You're lucky Miyuki doesn't let me eat your damn head!”

The place was also nice inside, with all the amenities. The house had three rooms; In one pair there were two double futons, and the last one was the main room. They quickly began to choose who would stay in each room: Miyuki, Ethan, Anika and Mindy would share one; Sam, Quinn, Kenji and Masashi would share the other; and Chad and Tara would get the master bedroom.

After settling into their accommodation, the group decided to head straight to the temple. As they walked, Miyuki noticed the atmosphere change; The bright lights of the city were transformed into the calm of the temple.

Upon arriving at Sensō-ji, they felt small before its majesty. Paper lanterns illuminated the path, and the scent of incense filled the air. Miyuki closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the peace that emanated from the place. The girl and her brothers had visited Japan some time ago.

“Let's explore” Ethan said excitedly. “I want to take photos of everything.”

As they walked, they passed a handful of food vendors selling local delicacies. Chad stopped at one of them. “We must try the dorayaki!” he said, pointing excitedly. Everyone joined the line, laughing and enjoying the moment. “Shit, I don't remember the last time I ate one, they are delicious” Masashi said as he finished eating a dorayaki and ordered another one. “I want one too!” Nexorath said telepathically, "Don't worry, I'll buy some for you, if we buy more candy or food, I'll save some rations for you" Miyuki whispered with a smile, so that only the symbiote could hear her.

However, while they were enjoying the food, Miyuki felt someone watching her. He turned around, but only saw a group of tourists. She shook her head, convinced it was just her imagination.

"All good?" Ethan asked her, noticing her expression.

“Yeah, I just thought I saw something” she replied, but decided not to tell him more.

At the end of the day, the group gathered in front of the main gate of the temple. The atmosphere was magical, and everyone except Miyuki, Kenji, and Masashi took out their phones to capture the moment.

“This is just the beginning of our adventures in Japan!” Chad exclaimed, raising his camera.

But as they prepared for the photo, Miyuki felt a chill run down her spine again. This was going to end badly...

When they returned it was almost 12. Everyone went to their respective rooms, wishing each other good night. Miyuki walked into the room she would share with Ethan, Anika, and Mindy. The walls were decorated in light colors and there was a large window on the side where Mindy and Anika would sleep.

“This place isn't so bad after all” Anika commented, dropping her suitcase on the floor.

Miyuki smiled, although Nexorath was still alert, peeking out from behind her. “Sometimes I wonder if we're really safe here” he murmured.

“Stop worrying so much” Ethan told her, as he unpacked his clothes. “Let's enjoy our vacation. What we need is a good rest and then explore.”

Meanwhile, in the main room, Chad and Tara were getting comfortable. “Can you imagine what we could do here?” Chad said excitedly, looking around. “We can have a party at this house and explore the city during the day.”

“That sounds fun, but don't forget that we're also here to enjoy the culture” Tara responded, with a smile.

Returning to Miyuki's room, Mindy took out her phone and began searching for interesting places to visit. “Look at this! There is a lantern festival happening this week near here. “We should go!”

“Sounds great” Anika said, excitedly. “And then we could go to the temple again, especially at night. I think it would be magical.”

“It must be because of the fall, there are usually more festivals in Japan this time of year” Miyuki said as she got up from the futon, “I'll go get some water, I'll be right back.”

The girl was heading to the kitchen when she began to hear a very strange and terrifying noise. It was like a guttural and broken whisper, similar to a muffled lament, accompanied by a raspy tone that sent a shiver down Miyuki's back and caused her symbiote to poke its head out from its host's back at the imminent sensation of danger. “You didn't listen too, did you?”

“Yes, this place is definitely very strange. Something is hiding in the shadows.” Nexorath continued to remain alert as Miyuki continued on her way to the kitchen.

“I should talk to my aunt or investigate more about this place” the girl poured herself a glass of water while the symbiote tilted its head.

“You mentioned her before. What are you doing?" Nex asked as he searched through the kitchen shelves for the sweets that Miyuki had saved for him.

“She is an Itako. She lost her sight when she was a child because of an enemy family. He had to find a way to regain his sight, so he focused on spiritualism. "He always had a talent for the supernatural, and thanks to that, the spirits showed him a way of 'seeing', if it weren't for the milky tone of his eyes that indicate his blindness, anyone would think he had excellent eyesight."

“I spent decades locked in that laboratory and never heard that word.”

“I'm not surprised, after all, it is a word that is linked to the supernatural. Someone in science would never explore that field. When I said that I did not believe in ghosts, I was speaking from ignorance because nothing paranormal has ever happened to me; and look we know Doctor Strange.”

“HAHAHAHA, The magician? That guy is very funny” Nex spoke while stuffing his mouth with dorayakis.

Miyuki was about to respond, but something she saw through the window caught her attention. In the distance, on the golf course that could be seen from the kitchen window, there was someone standing, looking in her direction, although she couldn't be entirely sure...

“Nex… Can you see that person over there?” Miyuki asked as the symbiote turned its head in the direction where she was looking.

“…” “…” None of them said anything and they stood with a blank expression as they stared at the woman standing there. When they both turned their heads to look at each other and then turned their heads again toward the window, that woman was gone. A minute passed while Miyuki and her partner stood frozen, until they heard that terrifying moan again... right behind them. Very slowly, they both turned and saw her there, peeking out from the small food cellar.

Another few seconds passed that seemed like an eternity, until Miyuki whispered: “Por las sagradas chanclas de Jesucristo” (By the sacred flip flops of Jesus Christ). Right after, both the girl and the symbiote screamed at the top of their lungs at the same time. “AAAAHHHHHHHH” “AAAAHHHHHH.”

His screams caused everyone in the house to become alert. The group ran towards the kitchen; encountering a somewhat particular scene. Nexorath was holding a frying pan with an extra arm he had generated, Miyuki was holding a knife in each hand, and a few others were nailed to the kitchen pantry door.

“What the hell happened here?!” Mindy asked, seeing how upset Miyuki and Nexorath were. “There was a-a…” The girl tried to explain, but she could hardly articulate words, so it was the symbiote that finished the sentence for her. “There was a ghost! A damn abomination!! That damn thing was terrifying!!!”

"Ghost?" Tara spoke, somewhat skeptical, while Ethan approached his girlfriend to take the knives from her, followed by the girl's brothers to make sure she was okay.

Kenji looked at his sister to check that she wasn't hurt. Masashi came up next to hug his sister.

“Are you sure you saw a ghost? Wasn't it something else?" questioned Chad, who looked just as skeptical as Tara. Miyuki didn't respond. “My sister doesn't get upset about anything, look how she is. That means he really saw something.”

“I… I think I'll go to bed” the girl said as she left without looking at anyone.

Soon, Ethan, Mindy, and Anika entered the room. They found Miyuki lying on the futon she shared with Ethan. “Precious… Are you okay?” her boyfriend expressed concern. When there was no response, Anika approached her to hug her. “I believe you Miyu. You react to very few things, if you're this upset it's because something is happening." Miyuki looked at her and smiled a little, "Don't worry, Ani. I'm fine." After calming down his friends and insisting that he was fine. Everyone got ready to sleep, however, Miyuki and Nex slept with one eye open. Knowing that whatever that thing was, it was still stalking them.

The next day, the group had decided to visit the festival at night, to relieve the tension of the previous day. Miyuki seemed fine. The reality was that she was only pretending so as not to worry her friends and boyfriend.

During the day, before going to the festival, some had decided to go to the game room there, including Miyuki. The only ones who had decided not to go were his brothers, Sam and Quinn; SERIOUS MISTAKE. The four of them were talking in the living room of the house, when everything fell apart.

“Seriously, I was surprised when he wouldn't stop talking about her. When my brother fell in love with a girl, he barely mentioned anything about her; but then he met Miyuki and couldn't stop talking about her. Your sister has Ethan around her little finger and she hasn't realized it” I speak looking at Masashi and Kenji.

“We were just as surprised,” the taller boy spoke. Then Masashi mentioned what his sister's love life was like.

“Miyu dated a few guys before Ethan, she didn't seem really interested in any of them; until your brother arrived. She seemed happier, she didn't talk much about him, but her heartfelt eyes gave her away.”

“When we had meetings at our apartment, Ethan always asked if Miyuki would be there and vice versa. It was so much fun watching them give each other glances” Sam said, laughing at the memory.

Kenji was going to say something, but stopped when he heard a noise coming from the second floor. He wasn't the only one; The atmosphere in the house had become tense and oppressive.

"What was that?" Quinn asked, visibly scared.

“I have no idea” Sam replied, looking toward the stairs with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

The sound was strange, as if something or someone was crawling on the ground. A shiver ran down Kenji's spine as he realized that the noise seemed to be getting closer. With a protective instinct, he pulled Sam behind him, while Masashi did the same with Quinn.

“Where is that going?” Sam asked, his voice shaking.

Suddenly, the figure appeared at the threshold of the stairs. His eyes widened as he saw what it was: a spectral figure, with a disheveled appearance and a face that seemed to be in eternal agony.

“Fucking hell! Run!” Kenji ordered, and without hesitation, the four of them rushed towards the front door, their hearts pounding.

“What the fuck was that shit?!” Masashi exclaimed, running a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself.

“It must have been what Nexorath and Miyuki saw” Sam suggested, trying to remain calm, though the tremor in his voice betrayed his fear…

“We-we should tell the others” Quinn managed to articulate, who was so scared she could barely hold back her tears.

“Let's go” Kenji said, taking the lead. “We can’t stay out here.”

As they ran to reach the game room of the lodging place, the panic in the girls' hearts intensified. The image of the figure crawling on the ground remained etched in their minds.

“Guys, you have to listen to us!” Kenji shouted, attracting the group's attention.

“What's wrong?” Anika asked, worried by her friends' expressions.

“We saw… we saw something on the second floor. It was…” Sam couldn’t continue.

“Probably the same ghost that Miyu and Nex saw. He was crawling on the ground” Kenji finished, his voice steady.

The group's faces changed, the fun and excitement they had previously had fading. “Are you sure what you saw?” Tara asked, her voice strained.

“Completely” Masashi stated. “We are not joking. We need to do something.”

Miyuki, who had been in a corner, approached the group. “This place feels. Something is not right. Maybe we should leave, or at least investigate what's happening.”

"Investigate?" Chad repeated, his eyes narrowed. “No, we have to get out of here. This doesn’t sound good.”

But the thought of leaving the place filled them with a feeling of defeat. They couldn't let fear dominate them. Kenji looked at his friends and said, “If we're going to stay, we need to be together. None of us should separate ourselves from the group.”

They all nodded, knowing that facing the unknown was their only option.

After that conversation and everyone returned to the house, this time in discomfort, Miyuki stayed outside talking on the phone with her aunt, informing her of the situation so she could help them. When the call ended, Miyu went directly to the living room, where everyone was waiting for her, and sat down next to Ethan.

“Well? “What did Aunt Namika tell you?” Masashi asked.

“He will come first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Having to wait until tomorrow makes me nervous” Quinn said, crossing her arms.

“He said he had to prepare for the ritual, depending on which one he had to do. Each type of ghost has its own ritual.”

“While you were away, I took the time to research this place. “It's really scary what I discovered” Mindy mentioned as she sat on the floor with her phone in her hand.

“20 years ago, a woman was brutally murdered in this place. An older man had become obsessed with her, kidnapped her and brought her here. When she tried to contact the police, he murdered her in a horrible way; Months later, they found him dead, with every bone in his body broken.” Quickly everyone's expressions changed to one of horror at what Mindy said.

“Shit, I don't want to know more, what I heard was enough. Next time we take a trip, we will investigate the background of the accommodation places.” Quinn said with a displeased expression.

“I'll go to the hot springs. I don't care if they're also haunted or whatever; I just want to relax for at least one fucking minute without a ghost chasing my fucking ass.” Miyuki spoke, standing up to go pick up her bath products and take a well-deserved shower before entering the hot springs.

Only the girls followed her. The boys decided to stay inside and wait for them. After bathing, the girls entered the hot springs and started talking to lighten the mood.

“I think the only good thing about this trip has been the temple and these hot springs.” Mindy said with her eyes closed.

Only the girls followed her. The boys decided to stay inside and wait for them. After bathing, the girls entered the hot springs and started talking to lighten the mood.

“I think the only good thing about this trip has been the temple and these hot springs.” Mindy said with her eyes closed.

"Unfortunately. I don't like that they take this image from Japan. If we go back, I'll be sure to thoroughly research the accommodations so you don't have to worry about ghosts or demons.” Miyu smiled at her friends.

“I hope so, we've already dealt with murderers, we don't want to add ghosts to the list.” They all laughed at Sam's comment.

At that moment, Nexorath emerged from Miyuki's back.

“Is something wrong Nex?” The girl asked curiously.

“There is something on top of the wall…” The symbiote spoke and immediately the girls turned around, and sure enough, there was something; It was a… Wig?

Seconds later the hair jumped as if it had life, causing the girls to jump. When that… wig fell into the water; The ghost that had been stalking them all along began to emerge from beneath the water. Before it came out completely, they all screamed and immediately ran out of the hot spring with only their towels on. They didn't think about anything and just walked out of there and closed the door.

"What happened?!" Ethan asked. The rest of the boys were right behind him as he hugged Miyuki, but before anyone could say anything else, the door slowly opened…

Everyone began to walk slowly backwards with terror plastered on their faces, as the entity began to approach.

At that precise moment, Mrs. Namika pushed the group aside and stood right in front of Miyuki. “Watashinokazoku ni fureru koto wa yurusanai, kono jaakuna sonzai.” (I will not allow you to touch my family, you evil entity) The woman spoke in Japanese and made some signs with her hand, causing the entity to emit a very terrifying noise; Seconds later the ghostly woman vanished.

“Aunt Namika!” Miyuki exclaimed hugging her.

“I thought you wouldn't come until tomorrow.”

“Yes, but I had a very bad feeling. “I’m glad I arrived on time.”

“That thing disappeared. Is it over?” Chad asked, still quite scared.

“I'm afraid not. If it were that easy, someone would have broken this curse by now. But they have nothing to worry about. Pick up your things and return to New York. Buy your return tickets; My driver is waiting outside to give them to you and take you to the airport. I will take care of everything here.”

They didn't even think twice; The girls changed, everyone took their belongings and left the place to let the brothers' aunt work. The driver took them directly to the airport and handed them the tickets, wishing them a safe trip.

Quinn, still shaking, spoke. “Did that really happen? A curse?” His voice was full of disbelief.

“It seems so,” Kenji replied. “Sometimes reality is stranger than fiction.”

“I hope that means we're safe now,” Anika said, sounding hopeful.

Upon arriving at the airport, the bustle of the place gave them a sense of normality. They rushed to check in and go through security, but each carried with them the heavy burden of what they had experienced.

Finally, they called their flight and headed to the gate. Once on the plane, the group settled into their seats. “Love,” Miyuki spoke and Ethan looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Next time Chad wins a raffle, remind me to hit him.” The boy laughed heartily. “I will remind you, precious. Don't worry." Ethan kissed his girlfriend on the lips and they both settled down to sleep. Yes, it was a shitty vacation.

Extra Notes: I was two days late posting this, but better late than never. This is my first fic, and I'm really sorry if there are many mistakes or problems with the narration; I hope to improve over time. I send you all a hug <3

[darling-i-read-it]

Would you be willing to maybe write Giles headcanons from btvs. Like about his love languages and how it would go? Much love 💕! Please and thank you ☺️.

angel? spike? no. giles. it'll always be giles. (ps thank you for this request im knee deep in watching buffy so this is on my mind lots)

this is love language headcanons or alternatively: different scenarios in giles house. (gentle warning for some insinuating jokes lol)

acts of service

Giles appreciates when other people do things without him having to ask. He's very used to be in charge and likes that position; it makes him feel important

but goddamnit it sure would be nice for someone else to shoulder the weight. it would be double nice if it was someone other than buffy who also never gets a damn break.

it also doesn't have to be big things. Setting the tea bags out for him, buying the kind he likes when he's low.

Bringing him books you think he'll like or putting away the ones he had left out.

This also goes for things like helping research or helping Buffy if she needs it. A lot of his life is surrounding helping her so if you help as well it takes some of the pressure of his shoulders.

Giles ran his hand through his hair as he left the bedroom. You had stayed over the night before but weren't in bed when his alarm clock went off. He looked around the corner, seeing only himself in the mirror coming down the stairs. He wanted to call out your name but didn't, out of sheer exhaustion.

When he emerged into the living room he could hear you. You were in the kitchen, gently humming to yourself. His eyes opened wide, the sleep leaving them, when he saw you.

"Mornin sleepy head. You forget to turn your alarm off?" He gave you a confused look. "It's a holiday today. No school." He looked back up the stairs, trying to find what day it was in his head.

"Why are you awake then?"

"Couldn't sleep." His eyes drifted down to your hands. You were making breakfast. You had pancakes on the counter already made. Bacon was sizzling.

"Breakfast?"

"Figured it was the least I could do. You were so generous last night," you teased. He smiled, shaking his head.

"This..this is a lot of bacon." There was a whole stack already made.

"I figured your scoobies were going to be stopping by sometime this morning with a problem. Don't want them to starve." His eyes floated to your face with the most adoring look. You met his gaze. "You okay?"

"I love you. I love you so much."

quality time

Giles doesn't have a lot of free time, at least not in the first few seasons. He was technically always running around and doing something with the library or with Buffy or with the council. Constantly stuck within a losing battle of his free time and his sanity.

Spending all the time he could with those he loves and appreciates is important to him. He attempts to make time.

It's just...not easy.

It isn't actually his fault necessarily but yeah...he can barely finish a book for pleasure.

But when he has that time he does not like to waste it.

"I've taken the phone off the hook," Giles announced. You looked up from the couch where you were sitting. He looked quite proud. "Buffy is patrolling with Angel. She'll be safe for the night."

"You don't have to convince me," you told him.

"I know. I was convincing me." You gave him a sly smile. He sat down beside you. He had a stack of books in front of him on the coffee table. You were cuddled up in the corner of the couch with a blanket and a mug. "Has your tea gone cold?"

You shook your head, no.

"Good." He picked up the stack of books and rested them on his lap. You watched him with big heart eyes. He was about to talk about something he was extremely passionate about. You were excited to listen.

"Which one are you going to read to me tonight Rupert?"

"I have options."

"Naturally."

physical touch

we all saw the episode where they reverted to their teenage selves

growing up, Giles had the tendency to be handsy in relationships. That wasn't something that exactly faded away as he grew older, he just became slightly better at hiding it

It was something you were surprised about when you started a relationship with him but it was something that was simple to ease into. It became natural fast

He likes to have his hands on you whenever you're alone. the whole time. all the time.

in public he's okay, he's sophisticated, he's borderline shy/timid. He does not want to traumatize the children he is constantly around. Even when Xander makes joke after joke after joke after jo-

Will pull you aside privately if he feels the need to though. Stern talking to. You look too good. That's literally not his fault.

but ALONEEEEEE

"Rupert," you muttered. He had his arm wrapped around you tightly from behind as you sat on the couch. He had his book up but was holding it with one hand. Everytime he turned the page he would set the book down and turn it so he didn't have to take his hand off you.

"Yes?" he questioned. You looked up at him. You sat between his legs, your back flush with his chest.

"I need to go to the bathroom," you said. He raised his eyebrows, floating his gaze back to his book.

"Can it wait?" You laughed.

"No." He let out a hearty sigh as though you had just told him grave news.

He moved his arm off you so you could get up.

"Hurry back," he said. You smiled, face scrunching. The warmth in your chest expanded out towards to your face as you walked away.

"I'm hurrying."

[hairstevington]

i can't tune you out (part 3)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley x Chrissy Cunningham

Summary: Eddie and Chrissy become friends. Robin and Chrissy bond. Eddie and Steve strike a deal.

(part 1, part 2)

Word Count: 4.8K (it's a long one!)

Warnings: Rockstar!Eddie/Musician!Steve, modern day AU, enemies to lovers STILL very much enemies sorry I love a slow burn, Chrissy x Comphet, allusions to Chrissy having body issues, Hellcheer being wholesome, angst upon angst baybeeee, this chapter is very fun just bear with the boys absolutely despising each other lmao

A/N: Hello friends! From here on out, this fic will only be posted to my Ao3. If you're digging the story so far, go ahead and follow along here! To those that don't have accounts, I might be able to finesse some sort of system where I let you guys know when I've updated. Also, for those in need of Soft Steddie (tm), more "Flowers and Ink" is coming soon! Love y'all &lt;3

Eddie got to the bar before Chrissy did, but he kind of preferred it that way. It gave him a chance to sit down, order a drink, and settle into the environment before being thrust into more chaos. 

Sometimes, even though he thrived in insanity, he needed a moment to breathe. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud, of course. 

“Hey, stranger!” Chrissy’s voice rang from behind him. He spun around and was surprised when she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a hug. He’d thought that she’d been extra sweet and friendly the night before because of the alcohol, but apparently that was just her vibe. It was actually really nice. 

“H-hi, Chrissy,” Eddie replied, hugging her back. She pulled away after one last squeeze, then plopped herself beside him. “How’s it going?”

“Pretty good,” she answered. “I was up all night, so I slept most of the day. Now, I’ll probably be up all night again. Such is life.”

“Been there,” Eddie replied, taking a sip of his drink. 

“Can I get a vodka soda and two shots of tequila, please?” Chrissy asked the bartender.  

“Tequila?” Eddie asked, attempting to hide the disgust on his face. He hadn’t touched the stuff in years, after one fateful night involving a playground. Helpful tip - being drunk on a swing set is not the move.

“Tequila,” Chrissy confirmed with a smirk. “I’m invested now, and considering this is our first of potentially many drinks together, I figured we should start off with a bang.”

Eddie stared at her, blankly. She wanted to see him again after this? But he hadn’t even really done anything!

“Why are you so invested in this?” Eddie asked. 

“I dunno,” Chrissy replied with a shrug. The bartender put the vodka soda down in front of her, and she started mixing it around with the thin plastic straw. “I guess I’m just kinda…bored?”

“Bored?” Eddie repeated. “How could you be bored when you’re doing all the shit you do? Going to parties and photoshoots and - I mean, you barely know me.”

“My life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” she responded. There was a flicker of sadness in her eyes, but it left as quickly as it had come. Chrissy sipped her drink, then thanked the bartender as she set the shots down. “Come on, let’s commemorate this!” 

She took out her phone and gestured for Eddie to hold his drink up so they could take a picture. He was blown away by the whole thing, honestly. He almost texted Carla just to be like - can you believe this shit? 

It all seemed too easy. She was too open to being his friend, and he didn’t know why. He’d worked hard and all that, but he didn’t feel like he was decent enough of a person to get any sort of karmic reward. So this all felt a little suspicious, but he tried to enjoy it anyway. 

They did the shot. At least Chrissy had sprung for the high-quality liquor. It was still kinda nasty. 

“How was the rest of the party?” he asked. 

“Good,” Chrissy responded with a tight-lipped smile. She didn’t add any details, which was odd, but she spoke again before Eddie could ask any follow-up questions. “So, what’s the deal with you? People say you’re dating Steve, but you didn’t even know what he looked like last night, soooo…”

Alright, here we go.

“Yeah, well,” Eddie began. “I’m not dating him, clearly.” No sense in lying to Chrissy when she already knew. 

“But you want to?” Chrissy asked. Eddie shrugged. He would have flat out told her the truth, but he was hesitant to give everything away immediately. Steve was the one with the power, and Eddie hated that. “Do I need to order us another shot?”

“Please, no,” Eddie shot back instantly. When Chrissy laughed, he realized she’d been joking. “Sorry, it’s just -”

“It’s okay,” Chrissy assured him. “Talking to people in this business is hard. You never know who you can trust. I used to be a lot more open, and then you kinda just learn that you…can’t be, most of the time.”

Eddie furrowed his brow, wondering what exactly Chrissy felt she couldn’t tell people. Even moreso, he wanted to know who had broken her trust in the past. Then, he felt a pang of guilt, since he’d been mostly excited about this drink because it would boost his fame. Everything about all of this was corrupt and morally ambiguous. He sighed. 

“I’m just trying to make it out there,” Eddie admitted. “And I - I mean, I don’t know what to do, or how anything works.”

“Yeah, I remember what that’s like,” she empathized. She took a sip of her vodka soda, then turned back to Eddie. “Do you ever feel like -? I mean, do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?”

“Uhhh, just on a daily basis,” Eddie replied. He and Chrissy smiled at each other, and he could feel her authenticity. Maybe it was stupid for him to open up to her, but he was going to do it anyway. “Chrissy, have you ever, uh - like, have you ever done one of those PR relationships?”

“Oh, yeah,” she replied, unfazed. “I can’t really say anything, but yeah. It happens a lot around here.” Eddie nodded, then sipped his drink. “Wait, are you trying to do that with me?”

“Not quite,” Eddie mumbled, his lips pressed to his glass.

“I thought you were gay,” she continued. 

“I am.”

“Oh, okay.” She thought about it for a moment, then her eyes widened. “Oh.” 

“Yeah.”

“Oh,” she repeated. “Ohhhh!”

“Got any other letters?” Eddie teased. Chrissy giggled, then shoved him playfully. 

“You’re funny,” she said. Eddie wasn’t used to people enjoying his often wicked sense of humor. This was refreshing. “So, who’s idea was it?”

“My manager, I guess,” Eddie answered. “Well, she told me to use what the fans were saying and to meet up with the guy. But it, uh - it didn’t go well.”

“No?” she asked, surprised. “What happened?”

Eddie wanted to keep talking to Chrissy. He didn’t care that she was famous anymore - he wanted her perspective as someone who’d been through it. He also knew that Chrissy could tear him down just as quickly as she could build him up. 

“Did you mean what you said about us getting drinks more often?” he asked. 

“Yeah!” she replied, smiling brightly. “Like I said, you’re funny. And I - hmm. Okay, um. This next part might sound really bad at first, but I can explain.”

“Okay…” Eddie said, feeling his walls come back up. 

“I don’t really have a lot of male friends,” Chrissy admitted. “It always feels like - like they’re just waiting for their chance to strike.”

“Like, try to sleep with you?” Eddie asked. Chrissy nodded. “Oh. Christ, that sucks.” 

“Yeah,” she replied with a half shrug. 

He skipped the part where he doubted whether or not what she was saying was true, because it was clearly affecting her whether it was true or not. Eddie also had an urge to diffuse the tension with a joke, because that was kind of his thing.

“Chrissy Cunningham,” he stated, “- are you trying to make me your gay best friend?” She bit her lip, fighting a guilty smile. “Cuz like, I’m down, but I’ve never really done this before so I don’t know what the role entails.” She stopped fighting the smile, so Eddie continued. “I mean, is there a rulebook out there? I think there’s a movie about this on Netflix. Should I watch that first?”

“Eddie!” She interrupted, fully laughing now. Eddie joined her, feeling accomplished that he’d lightened the mood and set her at ease again. “I’m in the modeling industry, I’m surrounded by gay men all the time. It’s not just about that, I promise.”

“Okay, then what is it?” Eddie wondered. She sighed, her body much more relaxed than it had been before.

“It’s just that everybody I’m around talks about their looks all the time. I mean, it’s our job to be beautiful, I know that, but it’s tiring to just constantly hear about new diets and calories and what I should and should not eat. It’s just - it’s nice to get away from that, sometimes. You’re nothing like them, and I like that.”

“Nothing like them, huh?” Eddie smirked. “Are you saying I’m not beautiful?” She laughed and shook her head. 

“Okay fine, you have one thing in common,” she teased back. “You’re not mad?”

“Nah,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “But while we’re coming clean, I definitely was excited to come here because I hoped I’d get more followers if we hung out.”

“Well, obviously,” Chrissy responded, flipping her hair. “Okay, so that’s out of the way. Can we stick together, then?”

She asked it so sweetly it made his heart ache. 

“Yeah, ‘course,” he replied. He thought back to what Chrissy had said earlier about her model friends and decided to commit to being the opposite. “So, uh, I dunno about you but I could really go for some fries right now.” 

Chrissy’s eyes widened. 

“I’d kill for some fries right now.”  

“Great,” he said, grinning. “Who are we killing?” They laughed together, and then he got the bartender’s attention so he could order.

-

“For the record, I’m not doing this for you.”

It took Robin less than two seconds to agree to going to the bar with Steve. Now, they were walking down the street so that they could spy on two people they barely knew but were somehow entangled with. 

“I know, I know,” Steve replied. 

The bar was in sight. Chrissy hadn’t tagged the location or anything, but he recognized the place because he went there often. So often that it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to show up with Robin. They’d done it before and they’d do it again. 

The plan was for them to discreetly sit at a table in the back. But then they were at the door, and then they were opening the door, and then they were immediately being stared down by a blonde and a brunette at the bar. 

Shit. 

“Steve, what do we do?” Robin muttered rapidly. 

“Uhhh,” he said, glancing over at the table he imagined they’d sit at. He thought about ignoring them and just sitting down, but they’d all already seen each other so that would have just been rude. “I think we just have to own it.”

“Own what? That we’re psychopaths?” Robin hissed. 

And then, Chrissy was waving them both over to join them.

“Just follow my lead,” Steve said. 

In hindsight, this plan had been really, really stupid. 

Steve knew that his cover for all this was to get Robin and Chrissy in the same room again. But truthfully, Steve didn’t know Chrissy’s deal or if she wanted anything other than friendship. Steve could say this had nothing to do with Eddie all he wanted, but that wasn’t true. 

He’d been wracking his brain all day to make sense of this. His fight with Eddie the night prior had been a little fuzzy, but one part of it really stuck with him. 

Just a few years of King Steve bullying the school freak.

Well, that comment plus Eddie saying that Steve’s music sucked. That stung, but he wasn’t expecting someone like Eddie to appreciate his music anyway. The truth was, Steve had left high school behind, and he’d moved on, and he’d forgotten the shit he’d done back then. All that bystander crap, the teasing, the little comments that Steve didn’t understand the impact of at the time. 

Steve didn’t like Eddie. He still thought Eddie was a dick. But that didn’t mean Steve hadn’t also been a dick back then. 

All of this was very complicated, and the residual headache from the hangover made his head spin. Actually, the dizziness was probably also from the hangover. The thought of drinking made him want to hurl. Good thing he was at a bar, right?

“Hey!” Chrissy said as they approached. “What are you guys doing here?!” She jumped up to hug Steve, then Robin, and Steve watched as his friend acted as if the physical contact with her crush didn’t affect her. 

“We, uh -” Steve began. “We come here a lot, actually. Well, I do. I live just down the road.” 

His gaze drifted to Eddie, who gave Steve a knowing smirk. 

“Oh my god, Robin, I’m actually so glad you’re here,” Chrissy said. “Your style is just - I mean, wow! Where do you get your clothes?”

Robin’s eyes landed on Steve’s for a nanosecond, but it was enough for him to know exactly what was going through her brain. Basically just the embodiment of a bunch of exclamation points. 

“I - I usually thrift them, actually!” Robin responded. 

Then, Chrissy continued asking where Robin thrifted, and whether she could come with sometime, and Steve figured they’d be at it for a while. 

Huh. Maybe there would be something there after all.

Of course, while they were talking, this left Steve to either stand there awkwardly or interact with Eddie. He probably would have chosen the awkward standing, had Eddie not chosen the opposite. 

“Well, if it isn’t HARVEST in the flesh. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Eddie began. He was smiling, but his tone was biting. Steve looked at Eddie, nodded his head toward Chrissy and Robin, then looked back at Eddie. He shrugged. “Ah, I see.”

“Yeah.”

“No other reason?” Eddie prodded, playing dumb.

“Nope,” Steve said. “Like I said, I live right -”

“Down the road,” Eddie interrupted. “So I heard.” Steve swallowed. He kinda felt like he was being interrogated or something. Eddie was making this extremely uncomfortable. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Steve wondered, desperately wanting this interaction to be over. Unfortunately, Chrissy and Robin were still chatting eagerly. 

“Like what, HARVEST?” Eddie asked. Steve rolled his eyes. 

“Steve is fine.”

“Hmm, is he though?” Eddie retorted. “I don’t think you want me to treat you like I treat Steve.”

God, Eddie knew how to push Steve’s buttons. His heart was racing, he was so mad. He clenched his jaw and considered how bad it would be to smack the smug grin off Eddie’s face.

Really bad. He knew that. He took deep breaths instead and relaxed. His hands had balled into fists at some point during the conversation. He extended his fingers out, flexing them. He was trying to leave this version of himself in the past, not bring him back. Another deep breath. 

“Whatever, Munson,” Steve sighed. “I just -”

“Hey, guys?” Robin said, diverting the attention to her. She pointed to the window, where a crowd of people had gathered. 

Some of them had cameras. 

“Shit,” Chrissy said. “How long do you think they’ve been there?”

“I dunno,” Steve responded. “You wanna get out of here?”

“Yeah,” Chrissy agreed. Eddie and Robin looked at each other this time, both outside of Chrissy and Steve’s shared understanding. 

Good thing all of them looked nice. Those pictures were gonna be all over the place tomorrow. 

Steve was here a lot, so he knew the bartenders and the owners, and he also knew how to sneak out when things like this happened. 

“Come on,” he said, urging Chrissy to follow him. With Steve came Robin, and Eddie sure as hell didn’t want to be left there alone, so he came too. Oh, joy. 

The four of them walked past the bar and through a sign marked for employees only. They wandered through the kitchen and left out a black door that led to an alley behind the building. 

“So, what now?” Robin asked once they were outside. 

“I’ll give them about two minutes until they find us,” Steve replied. 

“Is there somewhere else we could go?” Chrissy wondered. “I kind of don’t want to go home yet.”

“Well, I know HARVEST over here lives nearby,” Eddie said. 

“Will you quit it with the HARVEST thing?” Steve complained. 

“Sorry, do you prefer Harvey?” Eddie shot back. Steve groaned. 

“You’re impossible.”

“Oh, boy,” Chrissy mumbled. 

“I know, right?” Robin agreed. “Steve, can we go back to yours?”

“All of us?” Steve asked, knowing the answer already. It was his apartment. He could have flat out said that Eddie wasn’t allowed in. But he saw the look in Robin’s eyes, and he knew that if they all went back to the apartment, she could spend more time with Chrissy. “Alright, fine. Let’s go.”

-

Steve’s apartment was nice. It was huge, spacious, and all the utilities worked. It was also minimalist in that Steve hadn’t put up any decorations. He had the essentials - a couch, a TV, a table. Not much more. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting to have people over,” Steve said as they walked in. 

“It’s beautiful,” Chrissy said. 

“It’s empty,” Eddie noted. His apartment was a lot smaller, but it also was a lot more filled up. This place had nothing, basically. Eddie almost made a comment about Steve not having any money to decorate after paying what he assumed was an absurd rent, but he held his tongue. 

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Robin agreed. “I keep throwing ideas his way, but he’d rather live in an asylum, basically.”

“I’m not here that often,” Steve explained, shrugging. “Sue me.”

“It definitely could use some color,” Chrissy agreed. “Art on the walls, maybe a rug -”

“Yes! Exactly!” Robin exclaimed. “I even have a Pinterest board.”

“Oh my god, can I see it?” Chrissy asked. Robin nodded, and then they were both sitting across the room looking at decor or some shit. All of the logistical stuff related to interior design was beyond Eddie. He just bought things that he liked and then put them where they best fit. He didn’t know anything about color-coding, and he didn’t even know what Pinterest was. 

Anyway, Robin and Chrissy bonding so aggressively and so immediately (which was interesting, to say the least) left Eddie semi-alone with Steve once again. 

“Can we talk?” Steve asked, surprising the hell out of Eddie. He had given Steve zero reason to want to talk to him, he’d made sure of it. Like, Eddie had been at his maximum asshole level for a few reasons. First and foremost, it was payback for high school. Second, it was fun. And third, because Eddie didn’t like Steve, and because he currently didn’t have anywhere else to direct his anger. 

He didn’t say they were good reasons. 

“Uh, suuuuure,” Eddie replied. Steve gestured for Eddie to follow him down the hall so they could have some privacy. 

Oh, great. Now we’re fully alone.

-

Chrissy was amazing. She was wonderful. She was everything Robin hoped she’d be. It was almost too good to be true. No, it was definitely too good to be true. 

They were huddled over Robin’s phone, talking about color theory and decorations which turned into art and hobbies which turned into a discussion about college (Robin went, Chrissy didn’t) and then finally their conversation settled on music. 

“Have you listened to their stuff?” Robin asked, gesturing towards where the boys had gone. It had been a few minutes and no arguing or fights breaking out yet, as far as she could tell. Of course, she hadn’t been listening that intently. 

“Sure,” Chrissy responded. “Corroded Coffin not so much, but that’s just because I’m not into that sort of music.”

“Very fair.”

“Yeah. But HARVEST I hear all the time. That one song is literally impossible to escape from.”

“Oh, we know,” Robin replied with a laugh. “Steve secretly can’t stand it’s that song that blew up.”

“What do you mean?” Chrissy wondered. 

“Like, it’s definitely his most commercial song,” Robin explained. “I’ve been listening to Steve’s music since we met, and it’s a little out there sometimes, but now that I’m used to it I’m all for it. Anyway, his favorite songs are the ones most people haven’t heard. That’s why his new album is - I mean that’s why he -” 

Robin stopped herself from saying the rest. Chrissy was great, but Robin wasn’t about to spill all of her best friend’s secrets.

“That’s why he what?” Chrissy teased, nudging Robin in the shoulder. 

Dammit. It was really hard to avoid temptation when temptation was someone as vibrant as Chrissy Cunningham. 

“That’s why he’s so excited about it,” Robin concluded. 

Thank god. I can keep my best friend card.

“Oh, okay,” Chrissy said, nodding. “I’ll have to listen to his other stuff then.”

“Let me know what you think,” Robin replied. 

“Of course I will.” Chrissy smiled, then pulled out her phone. To Robin’s surprise, she handed it to her with an empty contact open. 

Holy shit.

Robin typed in her name and number, then triple checked to make sure she put it in correctly before handing the phone back to Chrissy.

“There you go,” she said, doing her best to remain calm. 

“Thank you,” Chrissy said. “Wow, it’s so crazy. First with Eddie, now with you. I just feel like we’re all going to be really good friends.”

Friends. GOD. Ouch. 

Robin probably should have expected that. She had expected it, really, but it stung nonetheless. That was okay. They could be friends. Robin cleared her throat and hoped she didn’t sound too disappointed. 

“Yeah, if the two idiots in there can get their shit together,” Robin joked. 

“I know!” Chrissy agreed. “Like, what’s going on with them?”

“I honestly have no idea.” She looked down the hall, still not hearing any arguing.

If she’d been alone, she would have pressed her ear to the door and listened in, but she had to be on her best behavior. You know, for her new friend.

-

“Sooo, what the hell is going on?” Eddie asked once they were in a different room. It looked like an office. There was music equipment everywhere. 

“I’m just gonna go ahead and tell you a bunch of shit, okay? Because the last hour or so has been crazy and I’m still kind of hungover and I’m not interested in doing a whole dance with you.”

“Yeah, you made that clear last night when you didn’t dance with me,” Eddie deadpanned. 

“Jesus,” Steve exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Could you just -”

“You wanna tell me something, so skip the preamble and tell me -” 

“I’m sorry, okay?” Steve snapped. “I’m sorry for - I’m sorry about high school. I was an idiot.”

Oh. Well, shit. 

“Past tense?” Eddie teased. 

“Go to hell.”

“Okay, okay, point taken,” he relented with a light chuckle. “Thanks. I appreciate the apology.”

“Really?” 

“Yeah, really,” Eddie confirmed. “Don’t worry, I’m still iffy about you for a bunch of other reasons.”

“Great,” Steve said, returning Eddie’s sarcastic tone. 

“Cool,” Eddie replied. “So, is that it?”

“No.”

“No?” Eddie prodded. 

“Wait, what are the other reasons?” Steve asked, losing his train of thought. Eddie scoffed. 

“You want me to tell you why I don’t like you?” Eddie rebuffed. “Are you into that or something?”

“No, I just -”

“Come on, spit it out,” he demanded. “The quicker you say what you’re gonna say, the less time we have to talk to each other. What is it?”

Steve took a deep breath. 

“I want my album to do well, and ever since this whole steddie thing happened, people have actually started talking about it, and -”

“Waaaait a goddamn second,” Eddie drawled. “Are you saying you want to actually, like, do the fake relationship thing?”

“No, I just don’t want to deny it,” Steve responded. “Let them talk, you know.”

Eddie almost laughed. Jesus Christ, this was rich. Eddie thought he’d be the one begging for scraps, yet here he was, in Steve’s apartment, listening to his high school bully ask him for a favor. 

Eddie weighed his options. If he said no, it would feel great in the moment, but then this would be over. 

The tables were turning, and he wasn’t going to let a bit of his power go to waste.

“Hmm, very interesting, Harvey,” he said. “The King’s come crawling back to the freak.” Steve scoffed. 

“Our fake relationship benefits you more than me, you do realize that, right?” he reminded Eddie. “I’m just fine on my own. You get a popularity boost from this, so maybe you should try not to be a total asshole for once. I could find literally anyone else to do this with.”

The thing was, Eddie knew that wasn’t true. He could see right through the bullshit. 

“You’re bluffing,” Eddie stated. 

“What?”

“You’re bluffing,” he repeated. “Lest we forget you’re the one who asked me to go along with this.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Ugh, ‘lest we forget.’ Why do you talk like that?” 

“You’re avoiding the question,” Edde said, his eyes boring into Steve’s. 

“What question?”

“Come on, Harrington. You want me. Why?”

Steve’s eyes narrowed, but didn’t break away. 

“Okay, calm down with the whole ‘I want you’ thing, alright?” Steve’s agitation was just too cute. It was so easy to rile him up. “I’m doing this for my album, just like you are.”

“Yeaaah, I don’t buy it. What else is it?” Eddie couldn’t help it. He had to keep pushing. 

“There’s nothing else, Eddie.”

“Don’t tell me, then,” he teased. “Let me guess. All those years ago when you laughed at me in high school, you were really just harboring some hidden crush on me that didn’t fully come to fruition until you saw me at Frolique?”

Steve’s face went pale, and for a moment Eddie wondered if he’d gone too far.

“Oh my god,” Steve scoffed. “Could you not be a jackass for literally one second?”

“Wait, was I right?” Eddie took a step forward, intrigued by the idea. 

“No, you weren’t right, Munson,” Steve insisted. “I didn’t have a crush on you, I was just a dick.”

Ah. So much for that. Eddie shook his head and smiled. 

“And now you’re just so goddamn pleasant, huh?” He turned to look at all the expensive shit Steve kept in there - high-tech recording equipment, instruments, microphones, sheet music. 

“Usually, yeah,” Steve replied. “I’m actually nice to most people.” Eddie’s eyes were still focused on the sheet music, an increasing curiosity within him, but he held back and returned his focus to Steve.

“Aw, so I’m the exception? See, I knew I was special.”

If being a dick was so bad, then why was it so fun?

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you?” Steve asked.

“Oh god, sooooo many things,” Eddie replied. He meant it, too. He knew he had issues, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to talk to Steve about them. “And for the record, I can be pleasant too. Just ask Chrissy.”

“When did you get so close with her, anyway?”

“Since about an hour ago,” Eddie answered. “Anyway, I’m an absolute delight, Harrington. I only bite when it’s fun.”

“Then you must be having the time of your goddamn life,” Steve remarked. 

It wasn’t not true, but once again, Eddie needed to be unpredictable. He just had this compulsive need to throw Steve off, to keep him guessing. Yeah, being an asshole to Steve Harrington was fun, but Eddie didn’t forget how much he hated the guy and everything he stood for. 

“God, I wish,” he replied. “I hate this, but I’ll have fun when I can. I mean, my career is important, too. Why do you think I made a big fool of myself at that party? I fucking danced in public so that I could talk to you. I already told you - I don’t like your music, or your weird persona, and I don’t really care for you off-stage either.”

“Yeah? Well, the feeling is mutual,” Steve shot back. 

Eddie smirked, a fire within him that somehow bloomed and burned at the same time. Matter is neither created nor destroyed right? Eddie was never that good in school, but that phrase always stuck with him. The fire - the anger, the pain, the hurt - it fueled him and it broke him down. An endless cycle. What he loved. What he didn’t. All of it was the same.

“Let me be fucking clear,” Eddie said. “I’m not doing this because it’s fun. I’m doing it because I get something out of it, got it?”

“Got it,” Steve replied. The air between them was tense, and it made Eddie feel alive. 

“Okay,” he said at last. “Then we’ll let them talk.”

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☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ COUPLE TIME +1

Chap I | Chap II

Dick Grayson x Latina!reader

SMAU | fluff

Light mentions of +18 activities, nothing explicit.

Author's notes 🌞: Don't expect a big plot out of this series, I just want to give you guys some comfort after a long day of working hard at whatever you're doing. Remember that taking breaks is healthy and necessary.

Don't forget I'm writing a Jason Todd's series too, that one has an interesting plot, action and soon... Some smut. Thank you for reading!

Also,I won't be using the line layout anymore, I love it but it shows the time and it breaks the fantasy hahahaha. I hope you don't mind. Comments and reblogs are super appreciated.

The hotel was charming, of course, Bruce's money could pay something more luxurious but the rustic vibe of the place was enough for you, it was warm, private and nice. Dating one of the Wayne kids was a whole new thing for you, it came with a perfect picture experience; galas, cocktails, luxury brands, champagne, gowns but despite how tempting that sounded it wasn't what you were looking for when you started dating Dick, actually, you ignored who he was the first time you two met in the line of a concert in Metropolis city.

You remembered that day perfectly, and always wondered why a rich boy would be in line for a concert instead of paying for VIP treatment, later on you discovered he wasn't exactly fond of the typical rich boy's life, no, he was a good person, a bit of a show off and dangerously charming, but a good boy in general terms, a funny one as an extra plus. As it was magic things between you two developed in something more than a cool friendship and soon enough you found yourself sharing with him the Wayne experience, after the first year of relationship you started sharing the Batboy experience, you'd never become a vigilante but you were there to help in any way you could. You became part of the family as if it was your destiny.

The life you built with Dick was like that hotel; simple yet beautiful in its own way. You couldn't ask for more. Settling into a new country was one of your greatest challenges, it was hard, scary but in between the loneliness and the uncertainty, Dick held your hand making you feel at home.

Your phone rang waking you up. You felt tired, your body hurt, you needed more sleep and probably some food... After a deep sigh of resignation you checked your texts only to find yourself red and dizzy. The current situation was embarrassing.

You convinced yourself that it was entirely Dick's fault and that Damian believed your dirty lie. Unable to sleep more you decided to take a shower, today's activity didn't involve Capybaras but it involved hiking, a beautiful scenery, some nice food and quality time with your boyfriend... and his baby brother.

Time went by quickly, Damian, Dick and you were eating a light breakfast before starting your journey into the beautiful Perú with the promise of a wonderful experience once you arrive to some secret river with a wonderful story, probably related to the indigenous communities and their legacy, you hoped.

Perfect location, great company, stunning scenery, awful body state. Your legs were screaming for you to stop and rest, you couldn't help but feel heavy, sleepy, did you regret it? No, who'd regret fucking Dick Grayson? And the fact that he was walking through the natural landscape with so much grace was bad for your mental health. On the other hand Damian looked like the happiest kid in the world, and he probably was, it made you smile because following your show off of a boyfriend and having general body pain was absolutely worthy of it meant Robin himself had the chance to act like a child.

And just like your first adventure took place. Dick was, oh, so nice that carried you on his back, guilt acting most definitely. You couldn't make it to the river, that was an experience for another day, but you had a great time exploring a cave, sighting exotic birds and having typical Peruvian food for lunch, it was heavenly.

You loved Gotham but moments like that made you think of the day in the future in which you'd have a normal life with Dick, far from the danger, the villains, the constant threat of death.

"A penny for your thoughts"

"It's nothing, it was a nice day, isn't it?"

"It was. It always is when I'm with you and Damian."

"How charming, Mr. Grayson."

"By the way, sorry for being so rough lat night. I didn't mean to hurt you. We can take a bath when we arrive to the hotel."

"It's okay, I asked you to be rough, I liked it. It's just I wasn't expecting to wake up so early and well, hiking wasn't a good idea."

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ꜰʟᴏʀᴇꜱ [ꜱᴇʀɢɪᴏ ʀᴀᴍᴏꜱ] Chapter Four

DISCLAIMER: This is all fiction and inaccurate to real life. I don't speak Spanish so I am sorry for any mistranslations! :( 

2009

Real Madrid's first away match had been a success. Although, RCD Espanyol wasn't a big threat to them in the first place. They hadn't won any major titles in over a decade and had no superstar players. Espanyol was simply overpowered by the immense talent of Real Madrid and lost 0-3.

Catalina was once again in awe of Real Madrid. The team was somewhat in its infancy yet managed to bring raw electricity everywhere they went. It seemed from the outside that everything they touched would turn into pure gold.

Day by day Catalina was falling in love with not only her job but football as a sport as well. It was nearly impossible not to when it was what she was surrounded by most of the time now.

The journey to get to the stadium had been a frightful one at first for Catalina. The team had all gathered on a private jet to get to Barcelona for the game, and it was her first experience in a plane, let alone a private jet. To everyone else on the plane, this was just a regular day; they played cards with each other and slept like it was no big deal. Luckily, she was somewhat distracted on the flight.

"Is this your first time on a plane?"

Catalina's ghostly pale face lifted up from her camera as she glanced up at the superstar, her hand slightly trembling as she tried not to look out the small oval window beside her. "How could you tell?"

Karim let out a hardy laugh and pointed his thumb over to the girl, his eyes still on Cristiano. "She told me earlier she stayed up last night watching a plane crash documentary" Karim wheezed.

The Portuguese man cocked his head to the side in surprise, a confused smile creeping onto his face. "Why would you do that to yourself?"

"I was trying to make myself feel better about today so I went on Youtube and typed in planes like an idiot. It sent me down a rabbit hole that I couldn't look away from" Catalina let out an exhausted sigh as she questions her past decision, trying not to replay the images of tragedies in her head.

Cristiano pouted his bottom lip out to the girl sympathetically.

Catalina clutched the metal in her hand and switched the settings off of video mode and into photo mode. "But do you know what would make me feel a lot better, Mr. Cover of Men's Health?" She asked, seeing the perfect opportunity to ask what she was scared she would lose the confidence for later.

Karim leaned forward in his seat beside her with interest, and Cristiano nodded his head forward insinuating for the girl to keep talking. "Can I take a picture of you for the official Real Madrid website?" Catalina asked, causing Karim to lean back in his seat when he realized it wasn't as interesting as he had hoped.

"Yeah, sure."

Cristiano then ran a hand through his black hair, smoothening the stray hairs back down into place. A half-open book rested in his lap, full lips upturned as he looked directly into the dark lens.

Click click click

"Perfecto! Te lo agradezco" Catalina grinned at him before glancing down at her camera to look at the picture.

Internally, she was screeching with excitement because her boss was always harping on her to get as many pictures as she can of Cristiano and Kaká because they didn't want to use any pictures of them in another team's kit.

Good lighting, and good quality. All she could have asked for.

As Catalina was looking down, she saw a pair of tan hands softly steal the camera from her loose grip. "Your turn," Cristiano told her as he switched back into photo mode.

Catalina looked confused but it clicked together once Cristiano held the metal up to his eye, one eye squinting from behind the camera. "It's your first time on a plane and you survived takeoff, this is something to remember. We can put this up on the facility fridge when we get back."

Karim waited for a second before chiming in, face straight as can be. "Assuming we don't die on landing, though."

The girl shrieked and rubbed her hands on her temples.

Cristiano waved his free hand in the air as if to clear all the bad energy, "Don't listen to him, we can use his big head as a lifeboat if we crash. Now, look here and say cheeeese" he joked,  only using his accented English for the last half.

Ironically Catalina felt awkward and uncoordinated in front of the camera, not knowing what to do with her hands or face. She decided to just clasp her hands together and flash the camera a wide smile before mimicking the phrase back to him.

Click

"Estas guapa con la ropa de Madrid!" Cristiano gushed loudly. He handed her back the camera with a grin still on his face. (in English:  you look pretty in the Madrid clothing)

The team headed back to the nice hotel on a large bus, cheering and yelling with pride the whole ride there. They sang songs in Spanish chants that the newer players still hadn't learned all the lyrics to, so they just made noses that somewhat resembled the language. Catalina shot every stand-out moment she could, thankful it was photos and not videos due to the harsh critiquing of the opposing team from the staff.

Sergio moved throughout the bus so he was directly in front of the camera lens, lifting up the crest on his kit until it met his lips and pumping his fist into the humid air joyously. Catalina snapped pictures of the defender, smiling so much her cheeks were starting to ache.

Within a few moments, Sergio leaned over the seats and tangled one hand in Catalina's wavy hair softly to bring her closer. Catalina complied and leaned into his body, shivering as he pressed his lips against her ear. "You're wearing our clothes" Sergio noted slightly loud so she could hear over the noise, tone surprised yet still happy.

"Do I look too cheesy? Am I eligible for the Real Madrid fan club now?" Catalina half-joked, reversing the roles and speaking into his ear so he could hear without the chanting drowning it out.

The corner of Sergio's eyes crinkled as he laughed before shaking his head, backing away to get another full look at her. "It's good. You look like a librarian that got the night off."

Catalina laughed confusedly unsure what he meant but not pushing it further. "Are you going out for drinks with us later? I highly doubt you drink though" Sergio asked, hands now clutching the back of the seat.

Drinks?

Unsurprisingly, he was right. Catalina was not much of a drinker. Maybe the occasional drink here or there on holidays but nothing close enough to get her drunk. A few sips at most. She found herself wanting to challenge this notion, even if it meant chugging a whole bottle of champagne if she had to. In her mind maybe being able to break out of her prudish ways could prove herself a little bit cool.

"What do you mean? I drink all the time. Of course, I'll go." She put on a relaxed tone but it came off more forced than she had hoped and she hoped he hadn't noticed.

Sergio grabbed his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. "I'll let you know when we're gonna leave. Put your number in"

Catalina let her camera hang off of the thick strap on her chest as she tapped on his screen. She reread it over one more time before handing it back to him. Sergio smiled at her before typing something and pressing send.

The back of her jeans vibrated with the notification, she reached into it quickly to read the message. "See you tonight then," Sergio told her before moving back to his original seat, now joining back into the celebrations.

You're a bad liar, conejita :P

Getting ready proved to be a challenge. She didn't pack much at all because she didn't anticipate going anywhere besides the stadium, and maybe a casual breakfast the next morning. Fortunately, she had a casual sun dress. It was her hair and makeup she struggled the most with given her resources, but she made due.

Catalina waited hours anxiously waiting for a message from Sergio. She tried to distract herself by watching the shopping channel on TV, plucking her eyebrows, or going through every picture she had taken recently on her camera. As she began to give up hope, her screen lit up as his unsaved number popped up.

Everyone else fell asleep or doesn't wanna leave their rooms :/ You still down to go with just us? It wasn't even a question in her mind. Within 30 seconds she had typed out

How else am I supposed to show you that I'm the better drinker?

Sergio responded not too long after that. 

In ur dreams. Meet me in the lobby in 45 mins. The bar is a quick walk. 

Sergio's lips upturned as Catalina pressed her lips to the glass hesitantly, the reality of the situation settling in now that the pungent smell of alcohol filled her nostrils. "Are you sure you can swallow it all?" He watched her carefully as she tried to put on a brave front.

Why didn't I just keep my mouth shut?

The anticipation of Sergio's waiting eyes was killing her, so she tilted her head back and relaxed her throat; letting the cool liquid flow down as Sergio cheered beside her. "¡Vamos!"

An empty glass hit the table as she raised her arms in victory, her throat and chest hotly burning as a reminder of the liquid poison. Sergio let out a hardy laugh as she screwed her eyes shut and stuck out her tongue at the taste, groaning with disgust.

His tanned hand rubbed her upper back soothingly. "You took it well, I have to say I'm surprised."

Catalina shook her head as she wiped her shiny mouth, knowing her reaction wasn't smooth by any means."Maybe you just like watching me struggle."

"Maybe" he repeated back with a shrug.

The waitress placed Sergio's tequila on the wood surface in front of him. Catalina secretly hoped that he would at least make a grossed-out face when he took it, but he didn't. In stark contrast, Sergio swallowed his drink easily, with only a slight shiver when the drink was fully finished. "I hate you so much" Catalina whined when he looked back to her as if nothing had happened.

His face remained completely unphased. "No, you don't."

Catalina nodded eagerly, the burning in her body causing a small confidence boost she didn't have moments ago. "Yes, I do. I promise I do."

Sergio didn't say anything else as he took the alcohol-soaked lime out of his empty glass and placed it on her full lips. Catalina froze momentarily, unsure of what to do. "Open" he instructed, eyes heavy as it met hers.

Catalina listened without question, lapping the center of the bitter fruit with her saliva; trying to ignore the consistent heat in her chest in an attempt to please him. Sergio watched her contently as he brought one hand to her head, patting it with praise. "See? You don't hate me at all."

The now lifeless lime sunk back into the glass.

Suddenly meeting his gaze felt more difficult, so Catalina shifted her pupils over to the glass bottles on the shelves. She could feel her cheeks heating up, and this time not from the liquor. "I want a shot" Catalina murmured, hoping the liquid could calm her.

Sergio laughed to himself before raising his arm to get the waitress's attention again, this time ordering a few drinking for the both of them. Catalina took his arm into her hands when she noticed purplish markings scattered all over the limb. "Are these from football?" She asked, scanning his bruised flesh with her fingertips softly.

"No, some of them are from when I fell off of horses and landed awkwardly" Sergio explained, his skin rising a bit underneath her fingers.

Catalina's eyebrows knitted together, lips frowning a bit. "I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not."

Now it was his turn to frown, cocking his head slightly. "Why would I be sarcastic about that?"

"I just couldn't picture you in nature. I love horses though, so that's a nice surprise. I thought you'd be the type to be like grrrrr nature is for wimps. I only like football and fast cars. Oh and getting red cards. " She impersonated him, putting her voice as deep as it could go which wasn't deep at all.

Sergio's laughed and looked at her knowingly "Ah so you must have been googling me."

Catalina pinched her fingers together. "Un poco."

His knuckles moved to her face and gripped onto her cheek, pulling at it playfully. "So you really are a fan, huh?" he asked as she squealed from the pressure of his hand.

"I'm more of a Cristiano fan, actually" she gasped out in-between giggles.

The grip of his knuckles got fairly tighter at her words, causing her to laugh harder and grasp at his hands. Sergio let go quickly, his eyes brightening as he watched her wipe away tears from the corner of her eyes due to her laughing fit.

"It is really cool you get to ride horses, seriously. I've only been a few times when I was younger and I absolutely loved it. It's hard to come by in the city, though" Catalina told him earnestly as she calmed down.

The waitress sat down a few glasses down in front of them and they thanked her with a smile. Sergio held his drink out to cheers, and Catalina followed clinking the glass together. Before he could say anything, Catalina swooped in with a wide smile. "To Cristiano Ronaldo!"

Although they drank about equally, the alcohol affected Catalina much more as she was new to drinking and also weighed less than him. It was quickly revealed throughout the night that Catalina is a happy drunk. Suddenly everything was good in the world to Catalina, no such thing as embarrassment or worries.

Sergio felt a lot more grounded; acting as the guide to make sure nothing bad happened to the newly intoxicated girl. Catalina had danced a bit on the dance floor with some random girl, drunkenly swaying off-beat to an Aventura song.

Lost in the moment, Catalina's dress started to lift up as she danced. Sergio's blood rushed as a thin man tried to slip in between the two dancing drunk girls. "Si la tocas te rajo la garganta, coño" Sergio stepped in quickly, pushing the man with his palms.

"¿Estás jodidamente loco?" He huffed to the frightened man.

The man instantly backed away, promising he didn't want any problems. Sergio scowled at him as the man practically sprinted to the other side of the room, far away from the girls. Catalina hadn't even noticed the man, still laughing with the random girl about absolutely nothing.

Sergio bent down and pulled Catalina's dress back down. "Por favor, ten más cuidado" he whispered into her ear, causing her head to lean back into his touch.

She spin around and wrapped her hands around his neck, leaving the random girl alone. "Dance with me, Sergio" Catalina slurred as she batted her eyelashes.

Sergio's stone demeanor melted a bit as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "You know you aren't even dancing Bachata right?" 

Catalina nuzzled her face in his shoulder, clearly not engaging in anything he was saying. His hand tangled in her hair, holding her close. They swayed back and forth as they clutched onto each other tightly, only pulling away after the last cord of the song was finished. "You smell good" she mumbled into his shirt.

"Do you want to go back now? We have an early flight tomorrow" Sergio asked, arms still loosely wrapped around her.

Catalina's sheepishly nodded, eyes half closed from exhaustion after the long day they had both had.  "You can barely keep your eyes open, poor thing" Sergio sighed, gazing down at her bloodshot eyes.

Sergio lifted her up with ease and Catalina sighed with relief as they left the establishment. All he could hope was no one on the staff catching them in the lobby, as he didn't feel like having to explain himself to anyone.

In the short walk back to the hotel, Catalina had fallen asleep in his arms as he expected. Not wanting to wake her up nor wanting to dig through her clothes, he used one arm to get his room key and set her down on his bed gently, throwing the big comforter over her.

Sergio's own exhaustion had begun to hit from the long day. He stole one of the blankets from the bed and nuzzled up onto the small couch, falling asleep almost as soon as he hit the cushions.

A/N: AHHHH this took me so long to write I had writer's block but I'm pretty happy with how this turned out! I've rewritten it many times and now I've been writing for like 4 hours straight so I'm good with this version! Initially, this was going to be VERY different haha. I really hope you enjoyed it! Any comments are welcomed and truly appreciated! Thank you for reading!