#he just nodded and said ��nice. I like it. They're two guys correct? nice. it really shows passion. Yeah I like it.

[isadibus]

My cousin (48) saw a drawing I had hidden on my sketchbook of Crowley and Aziraphale making out.

I am deceased

[sweetcollywobbles]

more leon headcanons

i miss him i miss him i miss him i miss him i miss him i miss him

i miss my wife, tails.

so lets talk about him.

⟢ leon was 6 years old when his family was murdered. there was a time when he could remember all of their faces. yet as he gets older, their faces have become a lot more blurry. sometimes he catches himself staring into the mirror. did nonno have the same nose as he did? was he the same blonde as his nonna? does he have his moms' smile? were his dad's eyes just as blue as his? when they looked at him, did they see themselves in him as he's so desperatley trying to remember them in him?

⟢ leon is the italian version of a "no sabo" kid. he knows the language, yet doesn't seem to be able to put the words together himself. he just kinda stands there nodding his head with a blank stare. then when he has to respond he's just kinda like "uuuhhhh tbh idk". he knows how to correctly pronounce some words and phrases, but that's about it.

⟡HOWEVER, he will call his lover with italian terms of endearment, i.e., amore mio, cucciolotta, cuore mio, piccola, etc. he might even say some phrases that he does know in italian, i.e., Io e te per sempre (you and me forever), sei la mia vita (you are my life), ti amo tanto (i love you so much), etc.

+p.s. sorry for any misinterpretations, i'm not italian but i am mexican so spanish and italian are not too different (???) but please correct me if i'm wrong!

⟢ leon has always been a dinosuar guy. he's watched probably every dino documentary thats ever been made and rewatches them whenever they're on. so, naturally, whenever he travels for work, he'll try his best to visit every museum he possibly can to see their dino exhibit and nothing else. of course, as het gets older (probably DI to RE6) he'll explore the other exhibits but for rn he'll just stick to the dino exhibits. and if you must ask him what his favorite dinosuar is, he'll say the answer he said as a kid, a spinosaurus. it's common enough for people to know and not give him a strange look of confusion. but really, his heart belongs to the pachycephalosaurus.

⟡ of course, in its natural progression, leon will also delve into a fascination of raptors and reptiles. he'll go to zoos and spend his time in the reptile exhibit. he'll also go bird watching for any avian raptors he can find. this also does mean that he has nice pair binoculars and will buy a native bird identify guide when he travels. his documentary options have now expanded with his two new interests which really excites him.

⟢ whether you believe it or not, leon is actually more of a fruity cocktail kinda guy. he doesn't mind beer or hard liquor, especially when he needs something strong and to the point. something to help him drink away the bad memories and all too realistic nightmares. but if he's just in the mood to enjoy himself, leon will cook up a salty dog or a cranberry vodka.

⟢ leon oh so terribly wants kids. but before he forces you into his life, he never thought that to be possible. so in his off time, he would volunteer for the NICU at the local hospital to be a baby cuddler. he got into it after he tried it with rebecca. it gave him the sense that everything will be okay, that even if he can't have a few of his own, at least he can be there for little ones that need someone, even if its for a moment.

⟡ TRUST, that once you do have a baby with this man, he's all over them. that baby will never not be in his arms or in the proximity of him. he's on spit up and diaper duty. baby wakes up late at night crying? no worries, he's already in the room (he was sleeping on the nursery floor). you will almost have to battle this man to hold YOUR baby.

⟢ leon is actually a really big fan of romcoms and time pieces. in fact, his favorite time piece movie is pride and prejudice. oh he absolutely adores romantic pieces like that especially because he's a hopeless romantic at heart. he's fallen in love with the idea of falling in love with a girl he's just met and having soft intimate moments with them. his guilty pleasure romcom is 13 going on 30, especially since after the whole plagas incident, the movie was just released and he binged that movie on repeat.

⟡ BUT, just because he likes time pieces and romcoms doesn't mean he doesn't like action or thriller movies. leon's a really big fan of the matrix series and star wars series. also the fast and furious franchise is actually where his love of fast cars and motorcycles stem from. he just can't do any horror movies because baby has trauma :(

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it's not much, but i thought these were silly and gave him a little more character. please let me know what you think or if you have any headcanons of your own!!!

xxox

[ellieslittleslutt]

Brewed ❀ pt.2

MEN AND MINORS DNI!!

pairings: barista!ellie x journalist!reader

the barista you visit every morning finally makes her move.

cw: kissing, a bit suggestive at the end but nothing happens. ellie calls ready pretty girl like once at the end, and i think that’s it? also typos

a/n: totally unrelated but who else’s spotify wrapped was absolutely atrocious?

wc- 1.2k (short ik im trying to make the next parts longer)

not proof read part one!!

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you sat at your vanity getting ready when your phone started buzzing on the table lidias contact lighting up the screen. you sigh pausing your music and picking up your phone, "hey" you say into the phone putting it onto speaker so you can still get ready. "soooo, date with the cute barista huh?" you can her the grin through her words rolling your eyes "stop calling her that her name is ellie" you corrected.

"yeah yeah.. anyway where are you two going?" she asks you can hear shuffling on the other end of the phone getting onto her bed. "shes picking me up and were going to that small restaurant not to far from my place" she hums trying to think where that is "the one we went to for your 17th birthday?" "mhm that's the one" you say getting up to go get an outfit.

at around 6:45 you were ready dressed in a simple but appealing outfit as the restaurant is too fancy. you had your bag when you heard your doorbell ring, heart thumping you quickly hopped to the door opening it to see ellie holding a small bouquet of flowers. god she was cute, stood there she was dressed in some washed out black jeans, a button up the top buttons unbuttoned showing a white under shirt, and of course, her beat up converse and that stupid smile you loved so much.

"i uh.. got you flowers" she smiled handing them to you. you didnt even notice how much you were staring before her words snapped you out of it. "you didn't have to, they're beautiful" ellie blushed, your beautiful. "but i did" she said with a proud grin. you chuckled softly stepping inside to let her in, "come in while i put these in water.

she walked in looking around your apartment, there were posters and plants everywhere, you had some music playing. it was he perfect mix of messy and clean that it felt very homey.

"can i get you something to drink?" you ask from the kitchen filling a vase with water. she looked back at you her hands in her pockets rocking on her feet. "hm? oh yeah waters good" she said with a smile.

you got her a glass sliding it over to her and she took a sip watching as you positioned the flowers by the entrance on the table. you smiled to yourself looking at them and ellie came up next to you looking over at you just taking in all your features "ready?" she asks her voice low and soft. you felt your stomach flip and you nodded looking back at her with a smile "yeah".

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you guys walked there it not being to far from where you lived and a nice opportunity to make some conversation. you guys talked about your jobs and just the basic facts about each other.

the restaurant was a lively atmosphere. other couples and families there eating dinner, there was some music playing that added to it all. you got a table by the window the server dropping off some menus for you two.

"you've been here before?" you ask ellie while looking over the menu "uh no shockingly" she chuckles. "i think you'll like it, its nice here" you smile looking back at her and she smiled back at you softly her face perfectly illuminated by the soft yellow lights.

you both got to talking some more and you mainly just listened to her rambles chin rested on your palm while admiring her expressions and the way she talked. she noticed how you were starring at her and her cheeks burned red as she fiddled with her hands "sorry im talking too much" she mumbled with a chuckle and you shook your head. "no no i like it" you spoke up with a reassuring smile.

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after you both finished eating and payed thats when the dance floor started some couples getting up to go slow dance and you looked back at ellie and she immedeatily knew what you wnated "wanna go up?" she asks tilting her head towards the people dancing. biting your lip you nodded and with a soft chuckle ellie got up holding out her hand for you "then we shall dance m' lady"

you took her hand giggling. you guys walked over there her hands on your hips and yours around her neck slowly swaying with the music. she had her eyes on your face completely lost in yours eyes. you caught her gaze and smiled at her "youre staring" you whisper leaning closer. "yeah?" she replies her voice lower than usual. the one that made you melt into the floor. "what are you thinking about?" she whispers the music blurring out and now it was just you in your own world.

"how bad i want to kiss you right now" you whispered back more to yourself and ellie grinned. "really" she chuckles softly leaning closer brushing some of your hair back "i think you should" she says and before you could reply she had her lips on yours.

it was soft and slow. not rushed like all the others you had, pure bliss, she meant it. you slowly pull away your forehead on hers breathing slightly heavy "wanna get out of here?" she whispers and you nodded quickly "please"

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while walking back you were going to ellies place and you had to walk through this one part of town that made you nervous. you fiddled with your hands looking around at everything and everyone. ellie could tell you werent okay and placed a gentle hand around your waist pulling you to walk closer, leaning her head down towards your ear "youre okay.. i wont let anything happen to you" she whispers softly rubbing her thumb. your beating heart slowing down as you nodded and she smiled "i got you".

when you got to her place it was a small house. it looked cozy and warm walking inside she took your coat leading you to the couch as you looked around with a smile. "i like it" you say quietly and she chuckles "i like you" she says catching you off gaurd turning your head to look at her. "i like you too... a lot" you whisper and she leans in her lips on yours again.

this time it was different, this was more needy. she slowly pushed you down onto the couch her hand coming up your thigh as you moaned softly into the kiss causing her to smile. slowly she wrapped her arms around you to secure you close to her. her touch was so gentle, as if you a priceless artifact and one wrong move could hurt you.

her hand slowly went to take off your pants but you push her away shaking your head and she looks back up at you “you okay? we don’t have to do this” she says softly brushing your hair back. “i just… it’s our first date and i really like i just don’t want to rush it” you mumbled looking down at your hands. ellie smiles and kisses your cheek “okay pretty girl”.

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[dark-dragon-8]

A Supernatural × Batman crossover where the Batfam are actual cryptids and the brothers are sent to hunt them, only to find out that these guys are pretty much immortal, god like beings whose only weaknesses are each other, the sun and some weird sentient manifestation of their home city that they seem to care about, and most of them already grew out of the second one, since, apparently, the sun only affects them when they're newborns/newly transformed/changed.

The whole reason they ended up in Gotham in the first place was because of some online rumors saying that there is a demon cult in the city, as well as Blüdhaven [it's true, partially, the Bat clan has had several cults and/or religions painting them as godly beings/saviours of Gotham throughout the years, still do (imagine the colonies from F'ing Demon Bats, only this time the cryptid part of them is actually real)] along with shrines for human sacrifices.

At first they thought the locals sold themselves to a Pagan God in exchange for their safety, that the shrines and "holy grounds" spread throughout the city were for blood and human sacrifices and the creatures were feeding on the souls of their followers or something.

Turns out, that couldn't be further from the truth. Yes there were bloody sacrifices at the shrines, but most of the time those were just grieving kids bringing their dead pets to silence's holy grounds for them to be healed, or taken care of, by the spirit and have their souls at peace. But, again, that was rare, and only occurred at the holy grounds themselves rather than the shrines people attended to daily.

Majority of those shrines were filled with books, art supplies, music boxes with ballerinas and, sometimes, you could even find a few trinkets and computer parts, as well as the occasional plates and plastic boxes filled with home cooked meals, sometimes they even put pots and kettles filled to the brim with savory goods and nice tea. Nobody ever touched the food, not even the poor and desperate, when asked why all the brothers received were looks of horror and hushed whispers about how "The bats don't like thieves" and "They'll stop coming by the shrine, maybe even destroy it if we do that"

Dean didn't like it, neither did Sam, they didn't like how the locals, people who barely even bat an eye when they see a dead body on their way to work, get so scared and terrified as soon as they hear of something that might displease the Bats. They tried asking around, trying to figure out what is it that makes them so scared of their dearly beloved deities, after all, they talk about them like such a wonder, like they're the best thing that ever happened to them. Hell, one of them is named Mercy and was revered for its compassion and understanding of those around them.

They only got their answer when investigating a place called Crime Alley. They locals were all the same, if not even more reserved than their city's counterparts, but there was one person, a young girl who couldn't be older than ten that said she'll be willing to answer their questions in return for some money and stories from their time as hunters. They were reluctant at first, but seeing as they haven't had much of an option, they agreed.

"So, Masey" Dean started

"Missy" she corrected

"Right, sorry, Missy, you said that you could tell us what's up regarding those demons"

"Deities" she said sternly, the man simply nodded "And yes, I can do that, but you'll have to do something for me first"

"And what would that be?"

"You said you were a hunter, right?" He nodded "And you also said you have some money. So I want you to give me two hundred dollars, cash, and a written story containing at least three of your adventures with your partner. You can't use big fonts, lie or omit any details from the story, it needs to be one hundred percent real and legible and needs to be at least fifty pages, understood?"

Dean was confused, confused and worried. Why would this child need a story about them hunting monsters? And why did she need it to be so long and accurate? Was she trying to sell them out to the Bats or something? Why was this so important?

A million questions flooded his head and looking at Sammy, he could tell the feeling was very much mutual.

"Um Missy" it was Sam talking to her this time "Why would you want a story of us hunting like that? We could tell you about our time together on the field, if you want, but why do you need that written so meticulously?"

The little girl shook her head before he even finished speaking "No, no, I need it written"

"How so?"

"For Passion, of course"

"Passion?"

"Yeah, Passion, the component watching over Crime Alley, it loves reading stories but only when they're worth it. It doesn't like when people give them stories only to please it or for it to give them undeserved attention. It needs to be good and interesting, a story about two hunters will definitely do that"

The two hunters met each other's eyes, both their expressions filled with worry, apprehension and suspicion.

"And why all the other rules? Why does have to be so long and accurate?"

The girl tilted her head, looking at them as though they've said something stupid "Because you're introducing yourself, maybe"

"I can't just tell you guys all there is to know about the Bat without at least one of the components acknowledging you guys and giving me permission to share that information with outsiders"

"And what makes you think it won't just kill us as soon as it realizes what we do for a living?" They might've been desperate, but that doesn't mean they're going to give an essay about their weaknesses and hunting methods to a freaky, probably homicidal spirit on a silver platter

"Because they like people like you, people who put their lives on the line in order to help those around them. Also" she leveled her gaze with Dean's, which was pretty impressive considering she barely reached his hip "Had it wanted you dead, you wouldn't have been able to take two steps inside Crime Alley without having a heart attack, or your head magically disappearing"

The two brothers tensed, the taller's eyes rapidly scanning their surroundings, hands fishing out a weird cellular device, probably an EMF reader or maybe a bottle of holy water, as the shorter failed to keep up his confident facade in front of the (probably) ten year old (because Dean isn't going to be spooked by a kid that hasn't even reached the double digits yet, he's 𝘯𝘰𝘵)

The little girl laughed, completely ignoring their - very justified!!! - panic "Relax, would ya? Passion doesn't kill people unless they feel like it's necessary"

They didn't seem to be very relaxed, she didn't care, she just told them to meet her again on the border of Crime Alley and its neighbor city in a week, before leaving.

Two hours later, Carrie Kelley was skipping into the main living room of Wayne Manor, where several of her siblings played video games and with their father reading the newspaper on the side, the perfect illusion of a normal, happy, completely human family.

She walked up to Bruce, sitting on the arm of his sofa as the last of her illusion magic slipped away

"Did you do it?"

"I offered them the deal, still not sure if they'll end up actually agreeing to it"

"Mn. You did well"

The young teen preened under the praise, thanking her father before going off to boast and scheme with the rest of her siblings, they were up planning contingencies and devising plans until Sundown.

[sanguineterrain]

Hey I saw you're still taking requests... what about a batman x reader where the justice league meets his wife (the reader) by accident? And maybe they're shocked because he's so secretive and she's really sweet and just the total opposite of him. Feel free to ignore if this doesn't sound interesting to you. I love your writing 💗

Hey! I love this prompt, thanks for sending it in :) I made the reader gender neutral, I hope that's okay!

Bruce Wayne x spouse!gn!reader. No warnings, just Bruce being a little shit (and a sweet hubby).

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You press your palm to the reader at the entrance of the Cave and jog down the stairs, talking all the way.

"Honey, Alfred and I are going to..."

Six superhero faces stare back at you. Bruce is in the cowl, expression hard to parse. Your brows rise.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't know B had company. I'll leave you to it," you say, beginning to back up the stairs.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," says Green Lantern. You can't tell through the mask lenses, but you think he might be zeroed in on the ring on your left hand. "Uh, Spooky? Something you wanna tell us?"

You freeze on the steps. Bruce looks at you, then crosses the Cave in a few long strides. He stops next to you.

Sorry, you mouth at him. He shakes his head and reaches out to squeeze your hand.

"Hold the fucking phone," Green Arrow begins. "You're his—"

"Partner," Wonder Woman says instantly. She sounds pensive. "I have never seen you look at anyone like that, Bruce."

Bruce doesn't say anything, not that you expect him to. You feel him tense.

He'd been content to keep his family as private as possible, and you hadn't minded being kept separate. You know it's out of extreme protectiveness and the fact that you're the only one of the Wayne family who doesn't put a suit on and fight crime.

There's a moment of silence as the League studies you, then Bruce. You smile slowly and wave.

"Hi, Justice League. Nice to meet you all."

"Hello," says the Martian Manhunter, who's probably known about you since you entered Wayne Manor.

"You got married without telling us?" Superman sounds hurt.

Bruce heaves a sigh.

"We got married during the League's infancy. Please spare me the theatrics. Of course I didn't tell you."

"We revealed our identities two years ago!" Superman argues. "You didn't want to mention you have a spouse?"

Superman nods at you then. "Uh, of course, it's still very nice to meet you."

You smile. "It's nice to meet you too, Superman."

"Clark," he corrects hastily. Then he turns to Bruce again, upset flaring. "Bruce—"

"You're upset over nothing," Bruce says. "We weren't close when I got married, and I never found it a pertinent detail."

You roll your eyes.

"B," you say, nudging his shoulder. "C'mon. Try to be a little gentler about this, hm?"

Bruce looks at you. You smile at him and squeeze his wrist encouragingly. He eventually turns back to the League.

"Very well, you're right. Clark, that was harsh of me. My apologies."

The League startles.

"Whoa. Rewind. Hold up. Did Spooky just apologize?" Green Lantern asks. "Did I just get zeta'd?"

Bruce sighs. You stifle a laugh and kiss his bicep. His hand slips to your back.

"Aw, you guys are cute," Flash says jovially. "Congrats, B! Even if it's been almost six years."

Bruce nods. "Thank you, Allen."

"It is incredible how the better half can transform the other," says Wonder Woman, and you preen a little at the compliment.

Clark looks flabbergasted. It takes him a second to speak again.

"Um. That's... okay, Bruce. I forgive you. I suppose you did it out of protection, right?"

"I'm just a boring ol' civilian," you say, nodding. "No powers or years of Krav Maga training here. B worries."

"You're not boring," Bruce says fiercely, quiet enough for only you to hear... and Clark, who has superhearing, and who softens at the statement.

"This is so weird," Green Lantern says, and Bruce glares at him.

"I mean, it's sweet!" he hastily adds. "Uh, you guys are very sweet together, like Bar said. I just feel like I've been mind controlled or something."

"If it was mind control, you wouldn't still be talking," Bruce says flatly.

"Okay, alright, point taken. Shutting up. It's very nice to meet you, though," Green Lantern says to you.

"You as well," you say warmly. "All of you. I want to thank you for looking out for him all these years and bringing him home safe."

Wonder Woman smiles at you. "It is a great honor to fight alongside him. And we are happy he has someone to come home to."

"Seconded," Clark says. "You deserve someone special, B. And I can tell they're just that."

Your face feels warm under all the praise. Bruce is quiet for a long moment. When he speaks again, there's a slight tremor in his voice.

"Thank you. I—they are the best thing to ever happen to me."

You have to kiss Bruce for that, cowl be damned. He meets you gently, and you keep it short but full of love. Flash aww's.

"Well," you say, laughing bashfully. "I suppose I'll let you all get back to work. Nice to meet you. Goodbye. Bruce, I'm going out with Alfred."

Bruce nods. "Call me when you get home."

"'Course, sweetheart. I always do."

You head up the stairs. Flash starts to speak.

"Y'know, I told you all when I got married," he says. "You guys were the first people I told! We didn't even know Clark's identity then. I think you could've loosened the reins, Bruce."

"Yeah, no. You telling a bunch of superhero co-workers is infinitely stranger than Bruce never telling us, Bar."

[elliesappetite]

Doctor Williams is in the house (inspired by Grey's Anatomy) - Chapter One

FREE PALESTINE

Rating: 17+ (Age Gap - Ellie is 38, Reader is 28)

Summary: you slept with Ellie Williams after a night out. You're a surgical intern, what could possibly go wrong? (Doctor AU)

a/n: hello readers! I apologise for being AWOL and not continuing this series. I just haven't had energy to continue this series. But i'm back!!!

Tags: Angst, Angst with a happy ending, Fluff, Age Gap

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"Try again, fail again. Fail better." - Samuel Beckett

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You look around, "Only six women out of twenty."

"Yeah. I hear one of them is a model. Seriously, like that's going to help with the respect thing?"

The intern next to you who's tying her hair up out of the way.

"You're...Nora right?"

She nods.

"Which resident you assigned to? Mine's Miller."

Your eyebrows rise. "The Nazi? Me too."

Suddenly a male intern joins the conversation.  "You got the Nazi? So did I. At least we'll be tortured together, right? I'm Owen Moore, uh, we met at the mixer, you had a black dress with a slit up the side, strappy sandals..."

You and Nora exchange looks. "Now you think i'm gay..." "Uh-huh" Nora responds.

Owen clears his throat, as he stumbles over his words. "N-no! I'm not gay, it's...ah...it's just that, you know- you were- I mean- you were very, unforgettable..."

"L/N, Moore, Harris, Abel" A doctor calls out, interrupting the conversation.

"Miller?" You ask the doctor. "End of the hall." The doctor responds.

Suddenly a female doctor, Maria Miller

"That's the Nazi?" Owen comments.

The four of you stare at her before Nora pipes in "I thought the Nazi would be a guy."

"I thought the Nazi would be...the Nazi." You add on.

The fourth intern in the group continues. "Maybe it's professional jealousy. Maybe she's brilliant, and they call her Nazi because they're jealous. Maybe she's nice." Nora turns to her, looking her up and down, "Let me guess. You're the model."

The woman gives Nora a look and turns to Dr. Miller, smiling and extending a hand. "Hi, I'm Riley Abel-"

"I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one, don't bother sucking up, I already hate you, that's not gonna change." She indicates to stuff on the bench. "Trauma protocol, phone lists, pagers. Nurses will page you, you answer every page at a run. A run, that's rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts forty-eight hours. You're interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain, you run labs, write orders, work every second night till you drop and don't complain!" Maria opens the door to a room with a couple of bunk beds. "On call rooms. Attendings hog them, sleep when you can, where you can, which brings me to rule number three, if I'm sleeping, don't wake me, unless your patient is actually dying. Rule number four, the dying patient better not be dead when I get there, not only would you have killed someone, you would have also woke me for no good reason, we clear?"

You raise a hand.

"Yes."

"You said five rules. That was only four."

Suddenly Dr Miller's page beeps. "Rule number five. When I move, you move."

Dr Miller runs down the corridor, followed by you and the three other interns, as she yells at a few doctors blocking the hallway. "Get out of my way!"

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You stand in the hallway, holding the file for your patient, Katie, in your hands, when Dr Miller glances over at you from her office. Her brow furrows, but her voice is sharp, as always.

"Y/N, what is it?"

You glance at the paper in your hands again. "One of my patient's parents have some questions. Should I talk to them, or do I ask Dr Servopoulos?"

Dr. Miller's expression shifts, irritation flashing across her face. "Servopoulos? She's off the case." She shakes her head like she's correcting a student. "The patient belongs to the new attending now. Dr. William's over there," she says, jerking her chin in the direction of the hallway, where a figure stands just out of sight.

You can't see Dr. Williams, but you feel the weight of his presence, the new attending already establishing himself in a place you hadn't expected.

"Dr. Williams?" you repeat, trying to wrap your head around it.

"Yes, Dr. Williams," Dr. Miller responds, her voice thick with that undercurrent of professionalism mixed with something... almost like a challenge. She doesn't say it outright, but you get the sense this is her way of putting the new guy in his place.

You nod and turn toward where you assume Dr. Shepherd is standing, your mind racing. It's going to be an interesting day, you think.

The hospital is quieter now, the constant buzz of activity having faded as night settles in. The fluorescent lights above hum faintly, casting long shadows on the walls as you walk through the hallway. You’re trying to push away the thoughts that keep creeping in, but they won’t leave. Last night—everything about it—keeps replaying in your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus on your job, it feels impossible to forget. The way she looked at you, the way her touch felt, the pull you couldn’t resist.

You’re not sure what’s worse: the fact that it happened, or the fact that you want it to happen again.

Then, you hear it. Her voice.

"Y/N."

Your heart skips, a shock of recognition jolting through you. You don’t have to turn around to know who it is. Your pulse quickens just hearing her say your name. Slowly, you pivot on your heel, and there she is. Ellie. That same grin from this morning is still there, but there’s something else now—something softer, something you can’t quite read. She steps closer, her eyes locking with yours, the teasing in her gaze replaced by something that feels more... serious.

She doesn’t waste time.

"Dr Williams."

"Dr. Williams? This morning it was Ellie. Now it's Dr. Williams."

Pause.

"So, we’re just going to pretend like nothing happened?"

Your breath catches in your throat. You knew this conversation was coming, but you didn’t know it would feel this real. Every inch of you wants to say something else—anything else—but the words just don’t come.

You swallow hard, forcing your voice to stay even.

��We should,” you say, the words tasting bitter as they leave your mouth. “It’s easier that way.”

Ellie looks at you, her expression unreadable. She takes a step forward, and for a second, you feel a sense of panic wash over you. You’re not ready for this. Not yet. Not when everything is still so confusing.

"Easier for who, exactly?" she asks, her voice low, amused, but there’s an edge to it now. A challenge.

Your throat tightens, and you find yourself looking at the floor, the weight of her gaze too much to handle. You want to run. You want to scream. But you can’t. You’re here, and you have to do this. You have to pretend.

"Better for both of us," you manage to say. "You’re my attending. I’m your intern. That’s all this can be."

She steps closer again, her smile faltering, the teasing in her eyes dimming. There’s something else there now. Something real. Something too hard to ignore.

"Is that really all we are, Y/N?" she asks, her voice soft but firm, a quiet question hanging between you.

You want to deny it. You want to say yes, that it’s simple, that it’s just a professional boundary you can never cross. But the truth feels much more complicated. And the moment she asks, you know you can’t lie anymore.

“Yes," you say, but even you hear the hesitation in your voice. You don’t believe it. Not really.

Ellie’s expression shifts. For a second, you think she might say something else, but instead, she just watches you, her eyes searching yours. She seems like she’s trying to figure something out, something she already knows but is waiting for you to admit.

"You know that’s not true, right?" she says quietly.

Her words hit you harder than you expect. You’re trapped. She’s right, of course. You can’t pretend it didn’t mean something. You know it, and so does she.

You take a shaky breath, the lump in your throat growing bigger. You try to push it down, but it doesn’t go away.

"I can’t be that girl," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "I can’t be the one who makes this a mistake."

Ellie steps back slightly, running a hand through her hair, looking like she’s trying to come to terms with something. The playful smile returns, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. There’s a vulnerability behind it now that makes your chest tighten.

"We both know you’re not the same girl you were last night," Ellie says, her voice quieter now. "But I can’t pretend it didn’t happen, Y/N."

You want to argue with her. You want to say that it doesn’t matter. That it was just a mistake—an accident. But the truth is, it does matter. And the longer you stand here with her, the more you realize that you don’t want to forget it. Not at all.

"But it did happen,” you murmur, as if saying it out loud would make it easier to accept. “And now it’s done. We can’t undo it, but we can pretend it didn’t mean anything."

Ellie doesn’t respond immediately. She just stands there, looking at you, like she’s waiting for you to change your mind, for you to admit that you’re not as sure as you’re trying to act. When she finally speaks, it’s quieter, almost like she’s speaking to herself.

"You’re afraid," she says, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. "That’s what this is, isn’t it? You’re scared to let it be real."

The words strike deep, and you freeze. You want to deny it. You want to say that you’re not scared. But you can’t. Because you are. You’re terrified of what this could mean. Terrified of what you could lose.

"I’m not afraid," you say, but even to your own ears, it sounds like a lie. You can’t look at her, can’t meet her eyes. You’re too exposed.

Ellie steps even closer, and you can feel the tension between you, thick and heavy. You can’t seem to escape it.

"You know," Ellie says, her voice suddenly playful again, though there’s something soft underneath. "I was drunk, vulnerable, and maybe a little too charming last night."

You glance up at her, an eyebrow raised. "Charming?" you ask, a teasing smile playing at your lips despite yourself. "You? I don’t think that red shirt you wore fooled anyone."

Ellie lets out a low laugh, the sound warm and rich, but it’s tinged with something sad. "Maybe not today," she says, leaning in just a little closer, her voice dropping an octave. "But last night? I was very charming. And you definitely took advantage."

You feel a flicker of something in your chest. Is she really teasing you right now? Is she joking about something so serious? You shake your head, trying to laugh it off, but inside, you feel like you’re unraveling.

"You were an attending," you say, voice steady despite the storm brewing inside you. "And I’m just an intern. We can’t be those people."

Ellie’s expression shifts, her playful grin slipping away. There’s something more serious in her eyes now. She steps closer again, her breath warm against your face, her gaze never leaving yours.

"We could be something more," she says, her voice low, almost tentative. "You know that, right?"

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You want to say something. You want to argue, to explain that it’s impossible, that you can’t let this happen. But when you look at her, you know you can’t.

"You don’t mean that," you say softly, but there’s a question in your voice. You’re not sure you even believe your own words anymore.

Ellie doesn’t answer right away. She just looks at you, her eyes searching, reading every part of you. And then, after a long moment, she speaks again, her voice soft and almost sad.

"Maybe I do," she says. "Maybe I don’t."

You take a step back, the distance between you suddenly feeling unbearable. You need to leave. You need to get out of this before you lose yourself entirely.

"This can’t happen, Ellie," you whisper, your heart pounding in your chest.

Ellie nods slowly, as if she’s already resigned to it. She takes a step back, the playful glint gone from her eyes.

"Okay, Y/N," she says softly, the finality in her voice breaking something inside you.

You turn and walk away, your footsteps echoing in the silence of the empty hall. You don’t look back, even though you know, deep down, you won’t be able to forget her. Not now. Not ever.

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You jog up the stairs, your heart pounding, but you're not in a rush. Not at first. But then you see the nurses, their faces a blur as they rush into Katie's room, and your calm breaks. You start running.

“What took you so long?” one of the nurses calls out, her voice echoing.

“She’s having multiple grand mal seizures! How do you want to proceed? Dr. Y/N? Are you listening? She’s had Diazepam, 2 mg, I gave her another dose just now. You need to tell us what to do. Dr. Y/N!” another voice chimes in.

You grab the chart, your hands shaking as you flip through the pages. The voices blur into the background, and you force yourself to focus.

“Okay, she’s full-on Prazepam?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

“She’s had 4 mg,” one nurse answers quickly.

“Did you page Dr. Miller?” you ask, already thinking ahead.

“The Prazepam’s not working,” another nurse responds, her voice full of concern.

“Phenobarbital. Load her with Phenobarbital,” you command.

“Phenobarbital’s in,” comes the reply.

“No change,” another nurse adds, frustration creeping into her voice.

“You paged Dr. Shepherd, right?” you ask, your tone sharp as the pressure builds.

“I just told you,” the nurse snaps back.

“Well, page him again. Stat,” you say, the panic creeping in as the beeping intensifies.

“Heart’s stopped!” a nurse shouts.

“Code blue! Code blue!” another calls out.

The room erupts into chaos as the defibrillators are wheeled in. You take them without hesitation, your hands steady despite the rush of adrenaline flooding your veins. You’ve done this a thousand times before.

“Charge to two hundred,” you instruct, your voice calm.

“Charged. Clear!” the nurse calls, and you watch as Katie’s body jerks with the shock. The heart monitor remains flatlined.

“Still defib. Nothing,” one nurse reports.

“Charging. 19 seconds,” another adds, her voice tight with anxiety.

“Charge to 300,” you say, your eyes glued to the screen.

“300. Anything? 27 seconds,” the nurse replies, but the flatline remains.

“Charge to 360. Come on, Katie,” you plead, though you know she can’t hear you.

“49 seconds,” a nurse reports.

“At 60 seconds, we have to admit her,” another warns, her voice laced with tension.

“Charge again!” you bark. The nurse hesitates. “Charge again!” you repeat, urgency rising in your chest.

The nurse complies this time, her fingers moving quickly to the machine. You watch, holding your breath as the numbers shift on the monitor. You wait, and then—

“I see sinus rhythm,” one of the nurses exclaims, disbelief in her voice.

“Blood pressure’s coming up,” another confirms, her tone almost hopeful.

“Pressure’s returning… Grid’s coming back,” the third nurse adds.

You let out a breath, but it’s not a sigh of relief yet. Not yet. You’re not done.

The door slams open, and Ellie rushes in, her face tight with stress. Her eyes immediately lock on you.

“What the hell happened?” she demands, her voice cutting through the room.

“She had a seizure, and—” you start, but she interrupts.

“A seizure?”

“Her heart stopped,” you reply, the words almost foreign as they leave your mouth.

“You were supposed to be monitoring her,” she says, her voice tight with accusation.

“I checked on her, and—”

“I got it. Just—just—go.” Ellie doesn’t even let you finish. Her voice is sharp, final. You step back, feeling the weight of his command.

“Someone give me her chart, please?” she says, his attention already shifting to the paperwork.

You turn and walk toward Dr. Miller's office, your mind still buzzing with the aftereffects of adrenaline. You don’t even hear Nora calling after you until she’s right next to you, catching up.

“Y/N, you need to—” Nora says, but you can’t focus on her right now. You just need to get to Dr. Miller.

You reach Dr. Miller's office, and she doesn’t look up as you step inside. She’s focused on something at her desk, but when she sees you, her eyes lock with yours, hard and unyielding.

“You get a 911, you page me immediately,” she says, her voice sharp. “Not five minutes later, not in the middle of the damn emergency. Immediately. You’re on my team, and if somebody dies, that’s my ass.”

She pauses, letting the words settle in the air, her gaze steady and unforgiving.

“You hear me, Y/N?” she demands.

You don’t answer. You can’t. You turn, your body moving automatically, your mind still whirling. You head for the door, your legs moving without your consent.

Outside, the rain is pouring down, soaking you instantly. You stand there, letting it wash over you, trying to clear your head. The nausea rises, and suddenly, you’re bent over, vomiting onto the grass. The dizziness pulls you under.

Nora stops at the door, watching you from a distance, but you don’t care. You can’t even find the words to explain what just happened.

“If you tell anyone…” you say hoarsely, your throat tight with the weight of it all. You don’t finish. Instead, you turn, pushing yourself back into the hospital, back into the chaos.

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[solaris-amethyst]

💫Where did you go?💫

✨Pairing: Jongho x gn!reader ✨Prompt: You both loose each other in Ikea ✨Word count: 1.1k ✨Genre: fluff, best friends, non idol au ☀️Authors note: What did you guys think? Do leave a comment or something if you enjoyed it❣️ I love walking into smaller Ikeas since you can find your way around in them but in the bigger ones I always end up lost in. That's kinda what spurred my idea for this prompt😅 also lets pretend Ikea have plushies like aniteez for the sake of this one shot lol

You and Jongho had finally arrived at Ikea ready to buy the things necessary for the place you two were renting. You were looking for things like blankets, pillows, tableware, plants, lamps and honestly anything that might catch your eyes, like nice looking candles etc. Jongho had grabbed a big cart as the two of you entered the building.

"Should we buy our hot dogs and ice cream now or do we do that after we've bought everything as a little treat for ourselves?" you asked Jongho while looking towards the food area that were infront of the cash registers.

"After, it can be our treat kinda like a well done you two!" He said also looking towards the food area. You both had heard they had lowered the price of the hot dogs and the ice cream this week and knew you had to exploit that while shopping.

"Yeah that makes sense. Who wouldn't want a little treat after we've done some serious shopping for our apartment?" you nodded in agreement while taking out the list the two of you had made of what was needed. You also took out your phone which had the Ikea app in it, ready scan every item the two of you decided on.

"So where are we going to first?" He asked glancing down at the paper to try and figure out what would be closest in the maze that was this Ikea store.

"Shall we see if we can find some blankets and pillows first? I think they're the first things we'll encounter according to this map if I understood it correctly." You point to the map not entirely sure if it was right but Jongho just nodded thinking it must be correct and in the two of you went.

At first it went great, the two of you found some soft and nice blankets that went straight into the cart once Jongho had felt how soft they were. He had insisted that the two of you needed them and that you were to put away the blanket you suggested immediately which had made you laugh because of how serious he was about the blankets.

The pillow hunts for your sofa also went surprisingly well, you both had agreed on buying two, one in green and one in a beige color which would go well with your light brown sofa. It started to go down hill when the two of you entered the kitchen area for the tableware you needed.

"Okay how many forks and spoons can a person need?!" Jongho said while looking at the ridiculously big cutlery set holding it up towards you with a grunt.

"It's heavy as well... we are not getting this one!" He said with a grimace while setting it back down.

"Perhaps we can find cutlery like second hand or something?? I don't think we currently need twenty of every cutlery." You confessed while looking over another set and just as you turned towards Jongho the small bag you had bumped into some plates causing them to start falling down. Both you and Jongho let out loud shouts of surprise diving for the plates, luckily you both managed to catch them but with the speed you both dove down you ended up head butting each other.

"Ow ow ow my head." you groaned holding your head gently with one hand.

"You better put your bag in the cart before you cause another disaster." He said with a light pout also holding his head. You two were quick to put the plates away and putting your bag away. Then there was a quick decisions on plates and mugs before you both hurried, sprinting slightly towards the plant section to choose houseplants instead.

While you were looking at some of the plants you failed to notice Jongho wandering off to look at something else while leaving the cart with you. It wasn't until you had ended up where the lamps where after you had filled your cart with flowers and plants that you noticed Jongho was no longer with you.

"Hey Jongho what do you think about this lamp?" You asked turning around only to find that he was gone.

"Jongho?"

You looked around, calling his name hoping he would answer you but no answer came which prompted you to take out your phone and call him immediately.

"Y/n?"

"Finally!! Where are you?! I swear you were just beside me and now you aren't!"

"Well... I'm not really sure where I am at the moment, I mean I could be in Narnia for all I know!" He exclaimed as the two of you went back and forth.

"Seriously? Narnia? What did you find a wardrobe you decided to enter?" You questioned with a huff

"Ugh couldn't you have at least joined in on my joke?" you could hear the pout in his voice at this point as he continued. "I'm where the mirrors are! A few minutes ago I was where the stuffed animals are and found the perfect companion I need to bring home!" he said while looking down at the little teddy bear he had picked up.

"You found a plushie?"

"I did! I'll send you a picture after this! But where are you? I'll come find you."

"I'm in the lamp section. We got everything but a lamp and then were done." You told him and after that the two of you ended the call with Jongho stating hed come to you. While you waited your phone lit up with a message from Jongho, opening said message you saw a very cute picture of Jongho posing with his little teddy bear infront of a mirror doing a little pout. You sent away a little cuties💓 to him before putting your phone away again, it took no longer than five minutes for him to find you.

"Next time at least tell me when you're wandering off! I continued to talk to you while I was shopping!" You told him giving him a playful glare.

"Yeah, yeah sorry bout that! But I got a cute little bear that looks like me because I left you so win-win situation for me." He chuckles as you roll your eyes at his words. He approved of the lamp you had chosen and that's when you two quickly went and paid for everything through the Ikea app and went out to the food area for some hot dogs and ice cream.

"This ice cream tastes so good since it was almost free with how little it costs." You said while enjoying your ice cream with your choice of toppings. Jongho nodding along whilst focusing on his own ice cream before looking at all the bags you had acquired.

"Now all we need to figure out is how to get all of this back to our apartment considering we don't have a car."

"Yes but that can be future us problem. Right now all I wanna focus on is my ice cream."

[gingerbearbaby]

Superstitious (Lockwood x Reader!AU)

I am absolutely obsessed with Lockwood and show choir and I was desperate for someone to write it. So this came out. It's my first (and likely only) work, so enjoy! Best read with F!reader (sorry!).

Basically, Lockwood and reader are co-dance captains in their show choir. Barnes is their director and Holly is their choreographer. Their girls group is called Elegance and their mixed group is Fusion. Also Kipps and reader used to date.

As for their ballad, it's called Maybe I Like It This Way from the musical The Wild Party. It's such a good song!

Tropes: enemies to lovers, fake dating, forced proximity

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: cussing, mentions of cheating, one line of slut shaming, kissing, a little bit of angst but plenty of fluff, they're idiots your honor, mentions of unrequited love (but it's really requited), regular mentions of superstitions

“Luce, I’m not so sure I can do this anymore.” You looked to the redhead next to you, shrugging your rehearsal bag further onto your shoulder.

“You said that last year.”

“Well last year I didn’t have to dance with him.”

Lucy opened the school door, a heavy sigh escaping her. “He’s not that bad once you get to know him.”

“Correction: he’s not that bad to you.” You swung open your locker door, wrestling your duffle bag into it. “You guys are friends we are…”

“Two people with intense sexual tension.” Lucy interrupted as you trailed off. A quick smack to her thigh was received.

“Not every rivalry has sexual tension.”

“No, but yours does.”

“Oh shut up!”

“Why is Lucy shutting up?” You looked up to see Norrie wrapping her arm around her girlfriend.

You stood up and began walking to the choir room. “She’s trying to convince me that I have sexual tension with that asshole.” You gestured to the lanky figure at the front of the room, fixing his hair in the mirrors whilst vehemently arguing with George.

Norrie gave you a look as if to say ‘Is she wrong?’ which left you shaking your head as you walked to the front of the room.

“Ah, my vice captain. Nice of you to join us.” Lockwood poked.

You raised your eyebrows. “Vice captain?”

He nodded. “Like a presidency? I’m the captain, you’re my vice captain.”

“You’re mistaken. I’m the captain and you’re my vice captain. I mean,” you crossed your arms in an effort to seem more nonchalant, “I have more experience as a captain, being the dance captain of Elegance too.”

“If I was a girl, there’s no doubt that I would be the dance captain of Elegance and you would be my vice captain there too.”

“There is no such thing as a vice captain. You’re co-captains. Sit down.” Barnes spoke, gesturing to an empty spot on the risers.

Lockwood leaned to whisper quickly in your ear, “He only said that to save you the embarrassment of losing that argument.”

You flicked his thigh, whispering back a, “Fuck you.”

He gave you a wolfish smile in return. “In your dreams.”

You simply rolled your eyes. You don’t truly remember when you really began hating Lockwood. You suppose it had always been that way. You never really spoke much except for talking about choir in history your freshman year, and even then it was brief comments about upcoming concerts. Then came your sophomore year with a shared English class, which began this weird competitiveness between the both of you. Though you have to admit, your rivalry was the primary reason you escaped that class with an A. But that didn’t make him any more bearable.

You turned to your right to see Lucy already looking back. She mouthed ‘tension’ before flashing an innocent smile and turning towards your director. 

“Your show this year will be a kind of romance-y theme. Think rom-com. Weird tension to soulmates.” Lucy nudged you. “To combat any… hormonal drama,” you cringed at his words, “we’re gonna pair you up for the show. You’ll each get a designated dance partner, bond with them throughout this season. Learn to trust them. There will be a lot of partner dancing.”

“Just make smart choices.” Holly smiled. Barnes gave her a quick thumbs up for her addition to his little spiel.

“Our first pair is our two dance captains.”

“Kill me now.” You muttered through gritted teeth.

“Kill me first.” He muttered back.

You were in for one hell of a season.

The first rehearsal was admittedly rough. Every chance you and Lockwood had, you were whispering insults underneath your breath or coughing while the other demonstrated a move.

By the fourth rehearsal, you and Lockwood began to trust each other in your dancing. And even began to bond a little. Sure you still traded little insults whenever he stepped on your toes (or vice versa), but for the most part you became friends.

By the tenth rehearsal, you realized you actually enjoyed your little dynamic. Your hatred turned to teasing and you even began talking to him after rehearsals. This of course earned you more teasing from Norrie and Lucy, but soon even George began to join in as your friend group developed.

Next thing you knew, it was the night before your first competition. You turned to Lockwood after your final runthrough of the night, hoping to give him a high-five, but was caught off guard as he ran his hand through his hair. Dancing and singing was no easy feat so you weren’t surprised that he was sweating, it was just the fact that you found his sweaty hair attractive. It was probably just the stage lights, but you quickly found yourself staring at him.

“You alright?”

You quickly nodded, shaking yourself out of your thoughts of, well, him. “Just thinking about our competition tomorrow.”

“Hey, we’ll be fine. It’s not our first time competing against Fittes. There’s nothing to be worried about.”He reassured as your face dissolved into one of horror.

“Shit.” Lockwood raised an eyebrow at your choice of words. “Kipps.” You answered. His brows furrowed.

“You worried your boyfriend isn’t gonna like our show or something?” You shook your head in dismissal, your face changing to one of disgust.

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore. Cheated on me with Kat Godwin about a month ago.”

“Oh, I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” You shrugged off his sympathy till his lips forged into a grin. “It’ll make our win even more rewarding. We’ll put that motherfucker in his place.”

“Yeah, except there’s one step of our little revenge plan missing.”

“Oh?”

You nodded. “In my heartbreak, I may or may not have made an ill-advised decision. And let's say that I told him that I already found a new boyfriend.”

“Oh.” You nodded, pursing your lips as the reality of your situation sunk in.

“So we need to find you a boyfriend.” You nodded. “They don’t sell those at the supermarket, how are we gonna find one overnight?”

“You don’t.” You sighed. “I’ll need to find someone to fake date me for the season.”

“One hiccup with that plan. Fake boyfriends aren’t sold at the store either.”

You nudged him with your shoulder as you began the walk to your car. “I know they don’t. But to get the ultimate revenge, I happen to know someone who he very much hates.”

Lockwood paused beside you, leaving you to turn to him, facing the consequences of your suggestion. “You want me to fake date you?” You gave him a sheepish smile.

“Maybe?”

You watched as he considered it in silence. “If I said yes, I would be doing this the whole season?”

“Preferably.” You watched as he fiddled a bit with his ring. A habit of his you began to notice more as you increasingly spent time together. “But only at competitions. The rest of the time you can go back to hating my guts.”

“I don’t hate your guts. I never have.” You felt heat begin to creep into your cheeks at his words. Maybe you won’t have to worry about finding a fake boyfriend overnight if you get sick before the first comp. “So we’ll just piss off Kipps?”

“Only at comps,” you assured. You sat in silence once more, the cold February air leaving you impatient at the length of his consideration. He was likely finding the best way to turn down your proposition.

You turned to walk away, reaching your car door as he called out, “Let’s do it, babe.” You looked to see him wink at you, feeling the heat flush once more. “Let’s get our revenge.”

You sent him a smile, climbing into your car, and hoped that the feeling in your stomach would subside before tomorrow morning.

The bus ride to the competition was spent huddled over your phone resting atop your shared mountain of garment bags, conversing the details of your fake relationship, and drinking a coffee that Lockwood gave you earlier that morning. He told you they gave him the wrong order and offered it to you, saying it was “too sweet” and that he only wanted an americano. Luckily for you, they mistakenly gave him your favorite latte.

By the time you arrived at the competition, you were a bundle of nerves just itching to finally perform. A quick glance at the clock (and your comp itinerary) left you and Lucy in a rush to find your dressing room to get ready for your performance with your girl’s group, Elegance.

You and Lucy stood backstage after your warmups, watching your stage crew and band load on. You fidgeted with your dress as you double checked your heels were on the right feet. You made that mistake once in a rehearsal your freshman year and vowed to always check before each performance. Just in case. It was a superstition you’d developed.

Thinking of superstitions, you grabbed Lucy’s wrist, giving it a quick tap as you watched Barnes motion you all on stage. Taking your places, the show began.

It was an utter blur, the adrenaline melding the whole show together into what felt like seconds, until your solo began. As you grabbed the mic, you looked to the audience and finally acknowledged the brunet boy sitting front and center. You met his eyes from the stage as he smiled brightly at you. With a quick wink in his direction, you returned the mic to the stand as the rest of Elegance returned from their costume change.

The bows began too soon. You could’ve spent all day on that stage just to know that Lockwood was watching you. He was smiling at you. And not one of his teasing smiles, a real smile.

Still in your costume, you met him in the hallway, running to give him a hug.

“You were incredible. That was incredible!” He was muttering in your ears, as he placed your feet back on the ground.

You simply smiled up at him, caught up in your proximity to him. It wasn’t uncommon to hug people in the midst of a post show reverie. It’s just that you’ve only ever been so close to him when choreographed. It felt different to feel his hands on your waist when it was a choice of your own volition. Your attention shifted as you felt a tap on your back.

Lucy, who you lost earlier in the hallway as she ran to find Norrie, was now pulling you back towards your homeroom to get changed.

“What the hell was that?”

You looked at her. “What the hell was what?”

“Your sexual tension turned romantic.”

“It did not.”

“It did.”

You jumped. “Jesus, George! Where did you come from?”

“I was right next to Lockwood. You were just so caught up in your little rom-com moment that you didn’t notice me.” You frowned.

“Not true, it was not a rom-com moment.”

“You literally just reenacted running through the airport to stop him from flying to Amsterdam to start a new life without you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t kiss him,” Lucy added.

You simply groaned in response. “Lockwood and I are just friends who are fake dating.”

The two raised their eyebrows. “That’s new.”

“That’s really new.” George agreed.

“Kipps is here. We’re trying to piss him off.”

The two nodded. “You’re going for a Proposal kind of thing.”

“Luce, what does that even mean?”

“We have to get you caught up on your rom-coms.” Lucy nodded at George’s comment.

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. Just, if Kipps asks, Lockwood and I have been dating for a couple of weeks since the breakup.”

And with that, you entered your homeroom to change back into your normal clothes.

“They’re hopeless, Luce. Hopeless.”

“They’ll figure it out sometime soon. Just give them till the end of comp season.”

Once changed, you met Lockwood in the cafeteria, the two of you looking for a seat in the expanses of the cafeteria.

“Well, what do we have here?” You steeled yourself at the sound of your ex’s voice and looked to Lockwood who had already spun around.

“Kipps. What a surprise.”

“Tony! Always a misfortune to see you here.” He turned to you. “I see you’ve become the rebound for our little princess over here.”

“She’s not your princess.” Lockwood stepped forward as you reached for his wrist. “Why don’t you find someone else to bother? I’m sure some of Tendy’s kids are getting bored without someone to insult.”

Kipps simply ignored Lockwood and looked at you. “Tony? Really?”

You let out a dry chuckle. “I could say the same thing about Kat.” Kipps’s face twitched with anger as you continued. “And at least I found someone who actually cares about me, something you could never manage.” You laced your fingers with Lockwood’s. “And his name is Anthony, not Tony.” And with that you pulled Lockwood away.

When it was finally time to perform, you found yourself fidgeting backstage again. Lucy quickly tapped your wrist, leaving to go back by George, her own dance partner. Still toying with a sequin on your dress, you glanced at Lockwood whose hair was in spikes as he continuously ran his hand through it.

“You look like a mess.” You whispered. “Are you always like this before a performance?”

He only nodded. As stage crew was almost done loading on, you quickly grabbed his wrist to stop him. “There’s no way I’m letting you go onstage like this. You look like you’ve been electrocuted. Can I fix your hair for you?” He simply nodded once more as you went on your tippy toes to fix it, wobbling a bit in the process. Lockwood’s hands flew to your waist to steady you, giving you a rush of that same nauseous feeling in your stomach. You brushed off the thought, rationalizing it as nerves, and quickly admired your work with his hair. Adjusting his tie, you flashed him a smile. He responded with a simple squeeze to your hips before he turned to see Barnes gesturing the choir onstage.

The performance was a whirlwind, and before you knew it, Lockwood was dipping you in his arms, his hands supporting your waist. He gave you a little squeeze, identical to the one before you began performing. A large smile had engulfed his features, as he pulled you out of the dip, twirling you as you both exited the stage to the sound of a thundering applause.

“Holy shit.” You exhaled a laugh and turned to Lockwood.

His hands had found their way back to his hair, spiking them up yet again. You found yourself thinking back to yesterday’s rehearsal when he had done the same thing. Without the stage lights, he somehow looked even more beautiful, with his leather jacket pulled taught around his arms. He smiled at you before leaning in to whisper, “We put that bitch in his place.”

You simply laughed along with him, walking back to the homeroom to meet up with Lucy, George, and Norrie.

Later that evening, your choirs were huddled together in a corner of the vast auditorium awaiting the emcee to announce the finalists. In a swarm of the students, one Lockwood was missing, leaving you frantically searching for him. Swatting a sophomore from the seat beside you, you felt Lucy lean over to whisper, “You’re whipped.”

Her words were quickly forgotten by the arrival of the boy holding a pretzel. He tore a piece, squeezing through the row to settle beside you. “Want some?”

Wordlessly, you took it, and turned your attention back towards the stage as the emcee, one Mr. Fairfax, entered. Reaching to Lucy, you linked pinkies with her.

“Going first in your large mixed finals is Tendy High School Swing Sensations!” Squeezing Lucy’s pinky harder, you felt Lockwood’s knee knock into yours, his hand opened beside him, inviting yours.

Lacing your fingers, you heard Fairfax continue. “Second in the large mixed finals is Bunchurch High School Encores!” You felt your body tense. Only two more finalists.

A thumb brushed over the back of your hand, softly. Like a whisper of comfort that one was unsure to offer. You squeezed his hand again. He squeezed right back.

“Your third finalist tonight is Fittes Academy Vocal Excellence!”

You dropped your head, holding your breath to better hear the announcer. “And last but certainly not least, Portland Row High School’s Fusion!”

You exhaled, leaning over to Lockwood and linked your arms with his. “One step closer to revenge.” And with a smile you turned back to Lucy to discuss the possible results of the competition.

On the way to your warm-ups, you felt Lockwood reach over to lace your fingers together. Looking up at him, you saw the pure anxiety on his face. Squeezing his hand, he turned to you, his brow unfurling ever so slightly.

As the Fittes crew exited their warm-ups, Kipps shoulder bumped Lockwood, knocking him into you. His once anxious features dissolved into one of anger, his jaw clenching.

“He’s only doing that because he knows he can’t win.” Lockwood turned back to you, taking a deep breath before the warm-up began.

Once again huddled backstage, you checked down at your shoes while Lucy tapped your wrist again.

“Can you fix my hair again maybe?” Lockwood whispered.

Back on your tippy toes, you checked his hair and straightened his tie. “Are you superstitious, Lockwood?”

Without words, he squeezed your hip before turning to wait for Barnes’ directions.

On the stage, you only got to see Lockwood performing. With his big smile and irresistible charm, it was impossible to think of the boy you saw backstage. The one who holds your hand and squeezes your waist. You’re not sure which Lockwood you liked more: the dazzling performer or the one who needs you to fix his hair. Once your second number was finished, you hit your pose, one Holly was quite proud of. It’s not necessarily even a pose, it’s just a hug. In your quick embrace, you heard Lockwood exhale into your ear, quiet enough to not be picked up by any of the mics, but loud enough for you to hear his words.

“I like when you call me Anthony.” As Norrie began her solo, your mind kept repeating his words. It was as though he was stuck in your head; a broken record on repeat. You found yourself suddenly relating even further to the ballad as you began to sing once more.

Once the bows commenced, you met Lockwood’s eyes as he dipped you for your final pose. It was then you decided that the Lockwood you liked most was Anthony. And as he twirled you offstage, you felt that same nauseous feeling settle into your stomach.

Smiling at him, you rushed to find Lucy and Norrie. “You were right,” you whispered. “Our tension has gone romantic.” Lucy grabbed your elbow, pulling you closer to the wall. “He told me he likes when I call him Anthony.”

“What, during our show?”

“Yes!”

“When is there time to do that?” Norrie asked, huddling around the two of you. “We’re singing the whole time.”

“He whispered it during the hug. Before the ballad.”

“Oh shit.” The two whispered. “Well is it so bad that he maybe has a crush on you?” Lucy continued on. “We’re all waiting for it to happen.”

You ran your hand through your hair, squeezing your eyes shut. “No! No. He doesn’t have a crush on me. I have a crush on him.” The two shared a look before turning back to you. “Telling your friend to call you by your first name is normal. It’s the fact that I can’t stop thinking about it that’s throwing me off.” 

“Well it happened only 10 minutes ago, I’d say it’s fine to think about it after such a short duration.” You groaned.

“It’s not that it’s recent. I don’t get thrown off by things like that. Especially not onstage. He’s gotten into my head.”

“What he’s gotten into is your heart. Is that so bad?”

“Yes! Because it’s Anthony fucking Lockwood! We’ve hated each other for years, he’s only being like this because of forced proximity. Or a bet or something.”

“Keep telling yourself that. But the longer you deny it, the worse it’ll get.”

You sighed, beginning down the hallway. “I just need space from him. It’s just like a showmance, right? None of this is real.” You began nodding slowly. “I don’t like Lockwood.”

“No, you don’t. You like Anthony.” You smacked Norrie’s arm and entered the auditorium, finding Lockwood’s leather jacket over a chair. As soon as he noticed you, he began waving his arms, leaving you no choice but to shimmy your way down the rows and into the seat beside him.

“Thanks, for saving me a seat.”

“Anytime. What kind of fake boyfriend would I be if I didn’t save a seat for you?”

“A pretty crappy one.”

“Well many sources have said I’m the best fake boyfriend on the market.” You wrinkled your nose.

“What are they grading you on?”

“Charm, chivalry, and chemistry.” You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t think the person who judged you had their proper credentials.”

“Rude.” He whispered, as Fairfax entered the stage.

Reaching for his hand, Lockwood laced your fingers together and gave you a quick squeeze.

“Your third runner up, from Bunchurch High School, it’s the Bunchurch Encores!” Snapping with your free hand, you felt Lockwood’s grip tighten. “Your second runner up is the Swing Sensations from Tendy High School!”

You closed your eyes, bending your head as you awaited for the caption awards to be announced. “Best vocals go to Fittes Academy Vocal Excellence.” Holding your breath, you heard Fairfax continue. “Best visuals awarded to Portland Row High School Fusion!” You let out a sigh of relief. There was still a chance.

“And now, for our first runner up. From Portland Row High School, it’s Fusion! Which means that Fittes Academy Vocal Excellence is our Grand Champion. Congrats!” Jumping up and down with the rest of the choir, you turned back to Anthony.

“Sorry we didn’t win.” You bumped your shoulder into his, breaking him from zoning out.

“Why are you sorry? I’m sorry I talked it up so much.” You shrugged. “We’ll get our revenge at the DEPRAC comp, right?” You smiled at him.

“Until then, you’re off duty as my boyfriend.”

“You know? I was really starting to like it.” You watched him wander over to George before Lucy tackled you from behind.

“First runner up for our first competition means we can only go up.”

“Let’s hope so.”

Three weeks later, you found yourself smashed in the bus seat with Anthony for three hours. Holding an empty latte cup— they messed up his order again— you had dozed off on his shoulder halfway into the ride. Feeling a shove, you woke up to see the high school in front of you. The DEPRAC Invitational was an exclusive competition filled with dozens of the best show choirs from your area. You were lucky to even walk the halls.

Placing your garment bags in the homeroom, you heard your name being called.

“You’ve got the solo today.” You looked at Barnes quizzically.

“What solo? Elegance isn’t performing today.”

“Norrie’s out sick. You need to cover the solo.” You nodded. You had auditioned for the 

song earlier in the season so you knew the part. But covering for Norrie left some huge shoes for you to fill. “Can I trust you?”

“Yeah, I’ve got this.”

Meeting Lockwood in the cafeteria, you told him about the switch before being interrupted.

“Come to lose to the big dogs again?” This time it was you turning around first.

“Fuck off, Kipps!”

“Woah, calm down, sunshine. It was just a question!” Lockwood scowled. “And remind your little guard dog here that you were mine first. We both know you’ll come crawling back in the end.”

“That’s enough, Kipps. Leave my girlfriend alone.”

“Sure thing, Tony. No one wants a slut like her anyway.” And with that, Kipps turned sharply, leaving the two of you fuming.

“If it didn’t mean getting us disqualified, I would have kicked his ass for you.”

“That’s not your job to do. I can handle myself!” 

“I know that but I’m your boyfriend I wanna-”

“You’re not my boyfriend!” You seethed. Not sure where this anger with him was coming from, you stormed off to avoid any further arguments.

You avoided him for the rest of the day, only going near him to fix his hair and tie or to dance. You didn’t squeeze his hand or hug him after performing, despite his attempts to compliment your solo.

As finals rolled around, you found yourself more anxious than ever before. As Lockwood squeezed your waist one last time, you finally met his eyes before snapping out of his trance. You refuse to get blindsided by his pretty brown eyes, but distancing yourself from him was impossible as the whole group was packed like sardines in the wings. With a small smile, Lockwood turned around and entered the stage.

As the second song ended, you realized the breath you were holding as Lockwood posed in your hug again. His breath warm against your ear he whispered again. “I want to be your real boyfriend.” Masked by the applause, you allowed your breath to stutter before the music to the ballad began.

Departing his embrace, you grabbed the mic with shaking hands. This love song, this twisted and toxic depiction of love you were singing about found a resolve deep in your bones, the chills of the rest of the choir singing behind you settling across your skin. The fear of a boy who found a chink in your armor resounded in your heart and the anger of a confession you were too blinded to accept. It felt like hours when Lockwood finally squeezed your hip one last time as you twirled off stage.

Gripping his leather jacket, you pulled him into a hidden vestibule, the adrenaline of your performance still coursing your veins.

“What the hell was that?” You seethed.

“The truth.”

“Couldn’t the truth have waited?”

“You’ve been avoiding me all day! When else was I supposed to tell you?”

“Never! You were never supposed to tell me!”

He groaned, running his hands through his sweaty hair. “I had to tell you! It was killing me! I’ve wanted to be your boyfriend since freshman year. And the second I finally thought I had a chance with you, you came to school with that stupid Kipps as your lock screen. How do you think that felt?

“To be second place to an asshole like that for so long! I hated how I still liked you, so I pretended to hate you. To drive you away. And it finally worked! But the instant you asked me to fake date you was like a dream come true. I couldn’t deny it anymore that I still wanted to be yours. To even pretend you actually reciprocated any feelings was as good as any other. But it wasn’t enough for me! I need you.”

“You’re making this up. You got caught in the whirlwind! It’s just a showmance!”

“You don’t know that!”

“I do! You don’t mean any of this and you’ll regret it all by next week. Trust me I’ve-”

He pulled your waist, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Grabbing his lapels, you quickly found yourself kissing him back. Wrapping his arms tighter around you, he further pulled you into him till your bodies were fully flesh against each other. Pulling away, you tried to lean back in but he further pulled back. “Since you’re so sure it was fake, there’s your proof. I’m done waiting for you.” And he turned down the hallway.

The second you snapped from your daze, you ran to find him, but he was already lost in the crowd. Finding Lucy, she pulled you aside, taking you to Barnes. “Found her!”

“Perfect, where’s Lockwood?”

“Behind you,” you turned to look at him but his attention was fully on your director.

“You two are our reps for awards tonight. Got it? Head backstage.” You both looked at him. “Now!” Turning back towards backstage, the two of you departed, a heavy silence falling over you.

“Can we talk about this?”

“What is there to talk about?” Crossing his arms, Lockwood turned from you.

“Anthony, please?”

“Some lovers quarrel.” You look up to see Kipps and Kat. “This is just your first heartbreak of the day. Can’t wait to watch you lose.” And with that, you were beckoned on the stage for the presenting of awards.

“Your second runner up, from Rotwell High School, the Rhythm Makers!”

You brushed your pinky against Lockwood’s, smiling when he relented and linked them together.

“Your vocal caption award goes to… Portland Row High School Fusion!” Your smile spread further as Lockwood squeezed your pinky. “And our visual caption award goes to… Fusion again!” Turning to smile at Lockwood, you found him already looking at you.

“And now, for your first runner up.” You began holding your breath, squeezing Lockwood’s pinky even tighter. “Fittes Academy!” Your jaw dropped as you began smiling in realization. “Congratulations to our Grand Champions from Portland Row High School!” 

Holding the caption awards and trophy, you and Lockwood watched as the rest of your choir joined you on the stage. Each given a medal, tears and hugs were shared. Exiting the stage, you grabbed Lockwood by his medal, pulling him back to that same vestibule.

Pulling his lips to yours, you felt his hands find your waist, squeezing it gently. “Revenge is only fun if it’s real.” You muttered, lips still brushing gently over his. “This is real for me, Anthony.” Looking into your eyes, he pushed your hair back before capturing you in another kiss.

You felt him begin to smile into it, brushing his thumb over your cheeks. Reaching to play with his hair, you deepened the kiss until finally pulling apart for air.

“I think we should kiss after each performance.”

“Yeah?” He looked at you, the teasing smile you were so familiar with painting his face.

“Maybe I’m a little superstitious.”

[all-pacas]

how much of thirteen pestering him like she did in the gay bar did it take before chase broke and explained his i sleep with men i’m not bisexual two step? how did that conversation go??

When they're out together, Chase gets hit on almost as much as she does. It's only at gay bars that Thirteen really has the edge. A nice looking guy takes a shot on Chase and as usual Chase says no, but this time there's a look on Chase's face that she recognizes.

"I thought you didn't like guys," she accuses, teasing. Her throat and tongue coated in cherry syrup and not enough booze.

"I don't date them."

"Who said anything about dating?" she jokes: Chase makes his usual complicated my sexuality was formed in the bosom of the Catholic church expression at that.

"We're hanging out," he says.

"If we weren't." Chase grimaces and swivels and looks after the guy, appraising, unimpressed. Thirteen feels her eyebrows tick. "So if he were your type…"

"He's not."

"But you do sleep with guys? I knew it. You are so closeted."

"I'm not — I never said I wasn't sometimes."

"Wasn't closeted?" They are just drunk enough that their conversation is spiky and just to the side of coherent; Chase scrubs his hand over his face. "You just said you don't date men," she adds.

"I don't. But yeah, sure, I've. You know." He waves his hand meaninglessly.

"Fucked men."

"Sure. Not in a while."

"Bisexual," she whispers — whisper-shouts, the music loud and poppy, and he snorts and drains his cup.

"I'm straight."

"You're a man," she says: he nods slowly, exaggerated. "You like to have sex with men. Sometimes," she adds, just as exaggerated, so he isn't tempted to give the correction himself. "And you like to also have sex with women. I'm pretty there's a term for this."

"But I don't date men," he says.

"I don't know if you knew this, Doctor Chase, but you're allowed to have sex with people without dating them."

He's exasperated. "I know that."

She grins. "Apparently not."

"I'm just… not. It's just sex." Chase looks far too offended for a man who doesn't know what bisexuality is. "I haven't in years, anyway, not since — I dunno, a couple years before —"

He's edging towards before Cameron, and it's still soon enough after that whole thing that Thirteen knows to steer the conversation away before it turns into post-divorce comforting.

So Thirteen leans in close, grinning. "Bisexual," she whispers again, right in his ear.

When he shoves her, she almost falls off her barstool.

[httpsdana]

I am guessing that requests are open, If they are not, please ignore

I saw your Rasmus fic, and omg he is so fucking precious. Living sunshine literally.

Can I get numbers 26,27 and 46 from your prompt list with him? Maybe he takes the reader to Denmark to meet his family and he gets jealous because one(or both lol, for added spice) of his brothers get too cozy with her? Friendly ofc, but he still feels akward about it? At the end he talks about it with reader and she reassures him that she only wants him? Hurt-comfort basically

Sorry If it's too specific or not specific enough<3

Danish Love~Rasmus Højlund

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

weird how i found a gif of him with one of his brothers immediately (I hope this is him so I don't sound stupid). also google said Emil and Oscar are the names of his brothers and that they're twins. I'm sorry if its wrong, but correct me if I am. enjoy <3

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

26-"Hold up. Are you jealous ?"

27-"tell me what's wrong"

46-"My mum/dad loves you"

The cold Danish breeze hit their skin as soon as they stepped out of the car. Rasmus and y/n were at the Denmark, so y/n can meet his parents for the first time in real life. They have spoken a few times on facetime but they were already close.

"go on. knock on the door. I'll get our bags" Rasmus ushered her to knock the door, walking back to the car

She raised up her now cold hand, and knocked softly on the door. A few seconds and the door opened, to be met by one of his brothers.

"you must be y/n? I'm Oscar, its nice to finally meet you" he greeted with a smile, making y/n smile back. She shook his hand that was out for her and studied his features that seem to be exactly like Rasmus'

"its nice to meet you too Oscar" she smiled at him, before he let her in and went to help his brother.

As soon as she stepped inside, his mother came with a huge smile and wide arms

"sweetheart. its so good to finally meet you for real. you're even prettier in real life" She hugged her immediately, engulfing her in a warm cozy feeling.

"thank you. its nice to be here with you" she hugged her back, before they pulled away when her husband came.

"hello darling. how are you doing?" he hugged her lightly patting her head when they pulled away. She smiled at him before speaking up

"I'm good. glad to be here. how are you guys doing?" she asked nicely, them smiling back at her

"we've been waiting for you two. speaking of that. where's Rasmus?" his mother asked

"oh he's getting our bags from the car with Oscar" she said

They nodded before his father went to help his sons and his mother dragged y/n with her to the kitchen

"I like y/n. she seems like a nice girl" Oscar told Rasmus, making him look at him weirdly

"yeah she is. when did you two speak?" he asked, ignoring the weird feeling bubbling inside of him

"oh I opened the door for her. she's such a sweetheart" Oscar smiled, before walking inside with two bags in his hands, leaving Rasmus lost deep in his thoughts

He didn't want to feel this way, but the way his brother was smiling was weird. He shook his head and locked the car before walking back to his house

He entered the house, and was met by his girlfriend's laugh from the kitchen. He smiled before walking to the kitchen, only to be met by his brother and girlfriend, laughing at something he hasn't figured out yet.

He furrowed his eyebrows before clearing his throat and getting their attention. His mother was nowhere to be seen and they were alone in the kitchen.

"I see you already met Oscar" he spoke up, some sarcasm evident in his voice, making his girlfriend confused. She was sat on the counter and motioned for him to come closer. He smirked and walked to her, pressing his lips roughly on her for a solid second, catching her off guard.

"ugh that was so unnecessary" Oscar rolled his eyes jokily

Rasmus rolled his eyes too, before turning to his brother.

"if you don't like it just go" he shrugged, making his brother chuckle before leaving

"what was that?" y/n asked, a small smile playing on the corner of her lips

Rasmus shook his head and put his arms around her waist and stood between her legs. He leaned in and closed the distance between them, kissing her lips passionately. Her hand reached to his jaw, while one of his rested on her cheek. Rasmus was about to deepen their kiss before they were interrupted

"ew what the fuck?" a voice said, making them pull away quickly

y/n was met with another blondie, guessing he was Rasmus' other brother

"Emil" Rasmus smiled, giving his brother a small hug

y/n was embarrassed by the situation they were caught in, but when Emil smiled at her she relaxed a bit.

"you must be the famous y/n. not only mom and dad but also Oscar won't shut up about you" he said with a slight laugh, making her laugh too

Rasmus clenched his jaw, rolling his eyes before he walked out of the kitchen with a huff

"what's his problem?" Emil asked, only for y/n to shrug in response

Time Skip

"you know. my mom and dad love you. they literally haven't stopped talking about you since we arrived" Rasmus said, making y/n blush slightly

"I'm glad. wouldn't want them to hate me or something" she joked

"how could anyone hate someone like you" he replied, pulling her closer to him. She smiled and rolled her eyes jokingly, before pecking his lips a few times.

"even your brothers like me. I'm glad they do" she said, making his smile drop. He rolled his eyes and pulled away, making y/n confused

"what's up?" she asked, sitting down next to him on the bed in the room they were sleeping in

"nothing" he mumbled, scrolling through his phone to avoid her tense gaze on him

She grabbed his jaw gently and turned his face to look at him. She stared into his beautiful blue eyes and smiled slightly before talking

"tell me what's wrong" she insisted, making him sigh

"its just...my brothers seem to like you a lot. like don't get me wrong I want them to like you and be close but its just that they seem to be a lot too cozy. especially Oscar" he confessed making her chuckle

"Hold up. Are you jealous ?" she asked with a smirk, making him groan. He covered his face with his hands, to hide his red cheeks

"I'm not...I just don't like what they're doing" he said, still avoiding her eyes. She turned his face again to her, and pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose

"you know I only love you darling. plus I only like older guys, Oscar and Emil are too young for me. In fact I prefer their older brother. he's one smoking hot man" she said, making him laugh

He leaned in and kissed her lightly, before laying his head on her chest. She dropped back on the bed, with Rasmus laying on top of her. She scratched his scalp with her nails, making him sigh in satisfaction.

"I love you sweetheart" he whispered, already falling asleep because of their tiring trip

" I love you more darling. get some sleep. you need it baby"

[ninjadeathblade]

Like the Sun and the Moon (Lego Monkie Kid fanfic)

Summary: Macaque helps MK train a little. Aside from that this is Shadowpeach angst.

Word count: 2,641

Warnings: Mentions of blood, reference to murder, Wukong and Macaque have a complicated past, swearing

Author's notes: Yes, I do briefly reference Shopping Trip but it's not necessary to read. This wasn't meant to be angst, it was going to be fluffy but ho-hum I guess, I lost control of writing this. Enjoy!

It was an adjustment, trying to train MK to begin to handle his new powers and form.

But a welcome one.

Wukong certainly seemed happier.

Macaque was trying his best to help MK adjust.

There was still some tension between the two mentors - things that were never truly going to be spoken about.

Moments they tried not to bring up again, like that night after the shopping trip.

But overall, things were calm.

“Hey Macaque, am I doing it right?” MK called.

Macaque's ears swivelled, pinpointing where the kid was in the trees below him.

“Yeah, that's great!” Wukong shouted from elsewhere.

The warrior dropped down a few branches before catching his tail around the branch above him and hanging, swinging slightly.

MK was in the tree across from him, tail wound tightly around the branch.

“Looser, you're gonna hurt yourself if your tail is that tight around the branch,” Macaque advised.

MK’s face fell. “What if I drop out of the tree?”

“If you do then I'll catch you in a portal, you'll be fine, I promise,” Macaque soothed, holding MK's own golden gaze.

The boy nodded, the brown furred appendage loosening as his brow furrowed with concentration.

“That's it. See? That wasn't so-”

MK dropped like a stone, plummeting down through the tree cover.

“Shit,” Macaque swore, kicking off of the branch to dive into a shadow portal and out into the air where MK should be falling.

Nothing. Thin air.

The shadow dived through another portal, depositing himself onto a lower branch. “MK?!”

“It's okay!” The kid shouted from a short way above him. “Monkey King caught me!”

Macaque let out a relieved breath, scaling up the tree before looking across a few branches at where the other two were. “Hey.”

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Wukong teased, holding their shared apprentice under one arm.

Macaque rolled his eyes, hopping over to stand next to him. “Says the guy who wasn't watching our kid while he was practising with his powers.”

“Um, I'm not your kid, I'm Pigsy's kid,” MK corrected, squirming out of Wukong's grip. “I'm taking a lunch break!”

“Okay kid, go chill for a bit, you've earned it,” the king responded, smiling as he watched the boy leave.

With a sigh he turned back to the warrior. “We should probably take a break too.”

“I can keep going.”

“We both know you're lying so shut up,” Wukong deadpanned with a frown.

Macaque blinked, taken aback by the turn of seriousness.

“C'mon, let's go get lunch,” Wukong said, back to his usual cheery disposition as he grabbed Macaque's wrist and began to lead him through the trees.

It felt strange, being welcome back on Flower Fruit Mountain.

Like hundreds of years hadn't passed.

“Moonbeam, stop stealing all my snacks!”

“But they're tasty!”

“Doesn't mean you can have them whenever you want!”

No, no point getting caught up in the past.

That was before everything happened.

“Mac, you good there?”

Macaque snapped back out of his thoughts, looking at Wukong before down to their now joined hands.

When did that happen?

“Y-yeah, I'm fine.”

Wukong frowned. “Looking a bit shook up. Did MK falling really freak you out that much?”

“Be careful up there, sunburst!”

“I'm fine, starlight!”

“Nope, you're totally going to fall!”

“Wow, how supportive of you! Thanks sooooo much!”

“Yeah, guess I just got worried,” Macaque mumbled the excuse, trying to block out memories he didn't ask for.

Memories of times that it hurt to remember, no matter how happy they were.

Wukong fully turned to him, concern swimming in those golden pools that were focused on him. “Macaque? What's wrong? As in what's really wrong?”

Macaque bit the inside of his lip, thinking it over for a moment before replying. “It's nothing, really. Let's go get food.”

The warrior withdrew his hand from the king's, skipping down branches before falling into a shadow portal that took him to the ground.

Air strangled in his throat as he looked at the clearing in front of him, at the one blooming tree that stood alone in the centre.

He remembered this tree.

He remembered climbing it, chasing his friend through the branches before settling down at the base and crashing out from exhaustion, held in an embrace that was as warm as the sun.

“Bud, are you sure you aren't sick or something?” Wukong questioned quietly as he landed beside him, one hand moving to rest on his shoulder. “You can go home and get some rest if you need.”

“I'm fine,” Macaque breathed, slowly walking over to the tree and tracing his hand over the gnarled bark.

The warrior let his head fall forward and rest against the tree, ears pricking as he heard a few of the other inhabitants skittering around in nearby foliage.

The shadow looked up as the king dropped down beside him with a flurry of blossom petals. “Gonna be honest, I kinda forgot that the peaches won't grow on this for a while.”

The sunlight glimmered behind him, framing his face with a shining glow.

It was radiant.

He was radiant.

It almost distracted Macaque from what he'd said.

“So there isn't going to be anything to eat?” Macaque fixed Wukong with the most unimpressed look he could muster.

“I can-”

“No Wukong, I am not eating your hair.”

“Well then, I got nothing,” Wukong said with a shrug, flipping down out of the tree onto the ground beside him.

Macaque conjured a shadow portal, gesturing to it - and was then thoroughly annoyed when Wukong didn't go through.

“You'll be fine, it's just back to your place.”

The king hesitantly went through and Macaque followed him, closing that one before summoning a smaller one.

One hand reached in and grabbed out a couple packets of crisps before throwing one at Wukong.

“There you go. Try and keep track of the seasons next time.”

Wukong ripped it open, hungrily shoving the cooked potato slices into his mouth. “Mmm! Thank you!”

“Chew with your mouth closed, unhygienic asshole,” Macaque grumbled, walking out of the building and over to where MK was, back to his human form. “Heya kid.”

“Hi Macaque,” MK greeted, one arm slung over his face from where he was lying on the ground.

The warrior prodded at him. “You good?”

The kid let out a groan. “No, don't do that, I'm in so much pain.”

Macaque immediately scanned him for injuries, tail lashing worriedly behind him. “Shit, where did you hurt yourself?”

MK shifted his arm, squinting up at his mentor. “Hurt myself, what? No, I just think that using my powers has drained all my energy.”

Macaque took in a deep breath, calming his nerves. “Yeah, okay, that would make sense.”

MK sat up. “You okay? You seem really shaken up.”

“Moonbeam, what is it, what happened? How can I help? Please, Macaque, tell me what's wrong.”

Macaque grabbed his left arm with the other, stopping the slow shaking that had started up at that most recent flash of memory. “It's nothing MK, don't worry about it.”

The apprentice looked sceptical but stood up. “Okay then. I'm going to say bye to Monkey King. I'll see you again tomorrow Macaque.”

“See ya kid.”

Macaque opened up a shadow portal, dropping into the space between places.

His quiet place, where nothing mattered.

Where he could just let his emotions vent.

The shadows swirled in a torrent around him, blocking out anything that he might have been able to sense from outside.

Why now?

Why those memories of all things?

He was only just fixing their friendship he shouldn't-

He shouldn't be thinking about when they were more.

He could feel himself fracturing, becoming one with the shadows surrounding him.

No.

Not again.

He pulled back the strings of his consciousness, gathering them back to his body.

One hand reached up to trace over the scar that covered most of the right side of his face, over the marred flesh that twisted over his features.

He was fine.

Yes, he was fine.

~•~

Wukong blinked his eyes open at the sound of shuffling from elsewhere, instincts blaring an alarm at the threat of an intruder.

Then his memory kicked in, shutting off those instincts.

It was just Macaque, staying over to seemingly make sure that he ate something.

Wukong watched as the warrior was silhouetted by the moon as he stood in the doorway, a gasp strangling in the king's throat.

There were six ears to that silhouette.

Something was definitely wrong.

Macaque had been acting off all day, acting distant - although that wasn't new - and even nostalgic if possible.

“Sunburst, let me clean that wound for you.”

And it made him feel nostalgic as well.

Of things that had been that could never be again.

Wukong dragged himself up, following Macaque as he left.

It was strange, having him back.

Not the same as he used to be.

Not his shadow.

His warrior.

His moonbeam.

His starlight.

“Your starlight huh? You sound like a sentimental fool.”

“Maybe I am.”

“You're so annoying.”

“But you love me anyway.”

The king swallowed around the thickness in his throat, eyes scanning over the treeline.

He didn't have perfect hearing like Macaque but he did have gold vision.

The sage closed his eyes and then reopened them, flitting across his surroundings and sighing when he couldn't spot the familiar form he was searching for.

“Macaque, where are you?”

“Right here.”

Wukong practically jumped out his skin, turning around and hissing at his friend. “Fucking shit you scared me!”

Macaque just moved closer and dropped his head to Wukong's shoulder, hands grabbing tightly onto his sides.

“Mac? What is it, what happened?” The king whispered. “How can I help?”

The hands only tightened at his sides, claws digging into his skin slightly.

“Please, Macaque, tell me what's wrong.”

Dampness soaked into his skin and Wukong's eyes widened, concern properly overtaking him; he hadn't seen Macaque cry in forever.

Not since before.

“I don't want to.”

“Go away Wukong. I'm fine. Just leave me.”

Similar venom coating his words both times, trying to push him away.

Wukong moved to brush his hands up and down the shadow's back, trying to soothe him.

“Please? Moonbeam?” He tried.

Macaque tensed under his grip.

Okay, maybe that wasn't such a good idea.

“I just want to help.”

Macaque moved away, stepping so he was a short distance away.

Tear tracks glinted in the moonlight down his cheeks.

“I don't know how to get it to go away.” Macaque's voice cracked, looking down at his shaking hands. “I have these feelings that I don't want and it won't go away and I hate it.”

Wukong reached out for him. “Macaque…”

The warrior moved away from him, pacing as he ranted.

“And they won't stop. It was fine before everything with Azure happened and I thought I was okay but when me and MK were looking for you I saw us. From before. And I don't know what to do about it now.”

Macaque turned to face him, a hysterical expression on his face as he dragged one hand back over his head.

“Wukong it doesn't make any fucking sense! I was fine before but now I'm not! I didn't feel any of this up until recently and now it is threatening to ruin everything!”

His face fell, lip quivering.

“And I don't want that. I'm the closest I've been to happiness since coming back.”

“You know, peaches, I think this is the happiest I've ever been.”

“Yeah, me too moonbeam.”

“And I don't-” Macaque paused, taking a deep breath. “I don't want to fuck it up.”

“Fuck what up?” Wukong asked, slowly approaching him.

Macaque let out a sob, more tears sliding down his cheeks. “Our friendship. I keep thinking about before and I don't even know if we'd work like that anymore! You killed me and yet I still care for you.”

“You're so lucky I care for you.”

“I know I am.”

“I still care for you,” Wukong admitted quietly, just loud enough for Macaque alone to hear, gently grabbing Macaque's hand.

The warrior looked up at him, shaking his head slowly. “No. There's- there's so much else going on, we-”

“Who cares?” The king reached his other hand up to cup the shadow's cheek. “Who cares? Yes, you were right, this probably is the calm before the storm. But I have regretted what I did since the second it happened.”

Even now flashes of Macaque's corpse plagued his mind, sticky blood coating his body.

Never feeling fully rid of it.

“Please, Macaque, I can't lose you again,” Wukong all but begged. “I spent centuries trying to remember everything I could about you and then you finally showed back up and I-”

He looked away from Macaque.

“I only pushed you away more. And I need to make up for that.”

Forced his gaze back to meet Macaque's.

“I can't lose you again.”

Macaque stepped away, gaze flitting around wildly. “No, no, Wukong, we can't.”

“Why not?!” Wukong asked, voice rising.

Macaque flinched further away from him, all six ears pressing back.

“I need to go.”

“No, Macaque, please don't leave again.”

Something flickered across the warrior's face, there and gone within the span of a second.

All too late the king noticed the portal of shadows under Macaque's feet.

“I'm sorry Wukong.”

The sage threw himself onto the ground that the shadow had disappeared into, one fist pounding against the dirt.

“Hey, Wukong, look! I made a little portal!”

No.

“Wukong, are you sure this is a good idea?”

No.

“No, that's you! You're the one who's always running off! Looking for more power, more sources of immortality! You're the one who wouldn't quit while we were ahead! Not the Great Sage, he's got to drag everyone else into his mess!”

No!

“Please, just come back,” he cried, slumping against the floor. “I'm sorry. For everything. I'm sorry.”

“The two of you are such a mess.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Come on! Show me the real Sun-Wukong! The old you would have levelled this whole mountain range to stop me! But you're scared of hurting some kid. Pathetic!”

“I'm sorry!”

“Macaque told me a story one time about you two. Well, not me specifically. But he said about how you two were like the sun and the moon. You and him sure used to be close, didn't you Monkey King?”

“Macaque, I'm sorry,” Wukong repeated. “I'm sorry I was so obsessed with power. I'm sorry I forgot about you.”

The tingling sensation of something brushing past him.

“And I'm sorry that we'll never be able to go back to what we used to be.”

“We could,” Wukong said, frowning when nothing was behind him.

Macaque had always loved mind games but he didn't feel like this was the time for them.

“Because years worth of battles can just be forgotten? Brushed over? Crossed out and not written into the history books?”

The voice echoed around him, wind swirling and buffering the treetops.

“No but we could work through it,” Wukong responded. “I love you, I don't want to fight again.”

The wind died down and the shadow cast from him by the moon, violet eyes opening and staring at him.

“Really? You aren't just saying that?”

“Fuck, no, of course not,” Wukong near cried.

The shadow's eyes narrowed, as if in contemplation.

“I need some time.”

“We have all the time in the world, Macaque, a whole universe to explore!”

“Can we just stay here for a little longer though?”

“Of course.”

“You know me. All the time in the world,” the sage replied, trying to ignore the pang in his chest as the shadow's eyes closed.

It was something.

They had… they had something.

[cevans-is-classic]

He held his finger to his helmet, knocking his head to motion where you slept on the couch before picking Grogu up and sitting him in his bag.

The door closed with a soft woosh, the sun's coming down on the porch, sending light scattering over the stream.

"Alright," He moved towards the speeder, "It's almost been a year, and Galaxy did something nice for us, so we are going to do something nice in return."

Grogu cooed and smiled up at him, ears wiggling when the speeder started and wind whips past them.

What felt like months ago — but couldn't have been more than a few days — he'd come to the inner city to visit Karga and replenish goods when the kid jumped out of the bag and fumbled towards a small stand.

"Grogu, no." Hehas a — questionable — habit of grabbing any food nearby which raised Djarin's panic mode. They're trying to stop it, but, well, it'll take time.

He'd picked him up, hand reaching for covering credits when he stopped; taking in what Grogu wandered towards.

The merchant said she'd hold it until they'd return.

She'd even given Grogu his own slip of paper, saying she'd put the item on reserve just for him.

(It'd taken a long talk to convince not to give up the surprise with it.)

The vendor's eyes all opened wide when they approached, Grogu walking beside him, his slip of paper held out.

"Hello." Djarin picked him up, settling him on the edge of the table against his hip for the merchant to take the slip.

"He's been looking forward to this."

She smile down at the little guy, "It's all wrapped up. Let me grab it."

Djarin counted out the credits, showing them to Grogu. When the merchant turned back to them with a blue and purple box — the stop sealed down with a small white button on the front — Djarin slipped Grogu the credits and let his son set them down.

His ears lifted, eyes blinking, mouth dropped on a long, oohing noise. One small green hand touched the box, sliding it closer until he could hold it on his lap.

Djarin nodded to the vendor, "Thank you again. The colors are correct."

Her head bounced in return, hand waving goodbye to Grogu as they walked away.

Grogu wouldn't let go of the box.

"You can't keep it during the ride back. I need to put it in the hold."

One long blink.

"Grogu-"

Two long blinks and ear wiggle.

"Grogu- you-" Djarin moved to take the box.

"Neyh." He turned sideways to avoid Djarin's fingers reaching the lid.

Letting out an even sigh, he relented, "Sure you have it?"

With a determined pout, Grogu held the box close to him, stuffing as much in the bag as he could. His forehead scrunched in concentration, which assured Djarin they won't — hopefully — lose it before getting back.

"Let's go."

"Ah!"

Pedro Masterlist

Galaxy Eyes Masterlist

Why was I already doing that? Idk. Anyway. Hope you aren't tired of these bad boys cuz there's more. Trust me.

It's just been an eventful day 😄😄😄

[nonscathingbullets]

Tea For Three

Daniel LaRusso x OC x Amanda LaRusso

⚠️Warnings: Cursing, adult situations⚠️

(Yes, Johnny already works at the dealership. I'm not crazy concerned with the actual timeline. This story is just for pure enjoyment.)

Category: Fluff, angst, romance, sexual tension, action, smut in places

Part 4:

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Chapter 3

Carter was exhausted from a day of running around the sales floor with Anoush. She was trying to convince her last customer of the day to purchase a White Mercedes GLC-300 on the left of the sales floor. She was in the middle of explaining the comprehensive safety features when she saw Johnny walk in out of the corner of her eye. "Perfect timing! Hey Johnny, why don't you take Mr. Foreman here out for a test drive?" She insisted.

"What? I just got back from a test drive. I haven't gotten a breather all day," he complained.

"Oh, please. That was your first test drive of the day, and we both know it. Come on, Johnny... please," she pleaded, peering at him with weary eyes. He sighed softly.

"Okay, fine. I'll go get the keys. Wait here, Mr. Freedman," he said, walking toward the office.

"It's Foreman," the client corrected.

"Yeah, whatever, Doctor Feldman," he replied, waving him off.

"I'm... not a doctor..." he mumbled, confusion apparent on his face. Carter couldn't help but chuckle.

"Don't worry about him. He's a really cool guy. He's a bit rough around the edges, but he's got great taste in music. You like, Poison?"

"Yeah, they're awesome! Saw them in concert back in 89'" He responded enthusiastically. A big smile spread across Carter's face.

"You two will get along great, trust me," she beamed. A few moments later, Johnny came back with the keys and tossed them to the gentleman who caught them clumsily and hopped in the passenger's seat.

"Let's hit the road, Fulton!" He shouted. Mr. Foreman sighed before getting in the driver's seat and turning the car on. Carter sighed, relief washing over her as she walked to Amanda's office. Anoush shook the hand of the gentleman he had just finished up some paperwork with and handed him the keys to the sleek black audi he had just purchased before heading over to Carter.

"Nice work out on the floor today. I know you're not much of a people person, but you've really been crushing it. Great job!" He congratulated, patting her back. Carter grinned at his compliment, pride bubbling up in her chest.

"Thanks, Annoush. I gotta say, you're a good teacher. Thanks for your patience. I know I can be a bit of a slow learner," she admitted sheepishly.

"Not at all! You were awesome today. Now go take a load off. And hey, don't sell yourself short," he reassured her. She nodded at him softly before continuing to the office. She walked through the door, seeing Amanda, who was going over the inventory on her computer. She looked up from what she was doing and smiled as she saw Carter enter the room.

"Well, well. If it isn't one of our most valuable sales reps. Anoush was raving all about you today at lunch. You're a natural," she confessed. "Daniel is pretty impressed, too."

"That I am," Daniel announced as he walked up behind Carter. "Good job, sweetheart. We're extremely proud of you." Carter blushed as they both showered her with commendation. Daniel kissed her temple softly as he walked past her, placing reports on Amanda's desk.

"Y-you know... I normally wouldn't ask, but do you two mind if I cut out early? I promised Sam I would take her dress shopping," Carter requested. Daniel shared a smile with Amanda before speaking.

"Of course you can. I know you've been itching to spend some one on one time with her." Carter pulled him into a surprise hug, letting put a tiny squeal. He laughed softly as he hugged back. She released him after a couple of seconds and ran over to Amanda, sitting down in her lap. Amanda wrapped her arms around her, resting her chin on the top of her head.

"Just nothing too slutty, okay?" Amanda insisted. Carter laughed.

"Absolutely not," she agreed before pecking Amanda's lips tenderly. A small 'ding' came from Carter's phone, prompting her to take it out of her pocket and check the notification. "It's Sam, she's waiting for me outside," Carter hoisted herself from Amanda's lap, kissing her one more time before making her way back to Daniel and kissing him as well. "I'll see y'all at home," she chimed sweetly before heading out to Sam's car.

"To the house!" Sam announced. "After being at the dojo for three hours, I'm in desperate need of a shower."

"You're the boss," Carter stated with a smile.

As Sam was finishing up her shower, Carter changed out of her work clothes and into a summery black romper laden with sunflowers and small tassels at the bottom. Made sure to grab her transition glasses as it was extra sunny out and put them on as she wondered over to the fridge for a juice. She sat at the kitchen table, sipping her drink and mindlessly scrolling through Facebook when she heard a voice from behind her. "Yoohoo better than Cran-mango."

"Jesus Christ, Chozen, don't sneak up on me like that!" She shreiked. "I nearly pissed myself. What are you doing back so early? I thought you were still enjoying your week in Malibu."

"Couldn't relax. Too much happening to enjoy vacation."

"Cobra Kai?" She inquired.

"Hai," he replied simply. "Going to watch Bachelor now," he said before walking into the living room. Sam came out shortly after.

"I'm all set if you are."

"Alright, let's head out."

"What about this one, Sam? It's absolutely adorable!" Carter offered, holding up a light blue dress with wispy sleeves and a v neck. Sam shook her head.

"I mean, it's cute... just not exactly what I'm looking for," she explained. Carter put the dress back on the rack and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well, I suppose it doesn't actually scream 'adult', right?" She guessed. Sam chuckled.

"See, I knew you would understand better than dad," she stated, shuffling through the rack before grabbing another dress. "Ah-ha!" She held up an almost too short baby pink dress with straps and a ruffled skirt.

"Sam... I... maybe a different one?" Carter suggested.

"No, this one is perfect! I'm gonna go try in on. Be right back," she said, excitedly making her way to the dressing room. Carter heaved a heavy sigh, pressing her fingers to the bridge of her nose. She knew she couldn't let her buy that dress. Amanda and Daniel would kill her. As she shuffled through the clothes in an attempt to distract herself, she noticed a familiar 6'5 silver-haired man walk up beside her.

"Well, well. Fancy seeing you here, Miss Balimond," his deep voice rumbled. Carter immediately tensed as she turned to face him.

"What the hell do you want, Silver?" She spat. He put up his hands defensively.

"Woah, sorry. I'm just here picking out something tasteful for a friend of mine...." he spoke cooly, "... and to deliver a message." Carter sneered at his smugness.

"Get the hell out of here. I'm not interested in what you have to say, and I sure as hell don't want you near Sam," she stated sternly. Terry's lips curled in a cocky smile as he stepped closer.

"And why does that matter so much to you? She's not even your child," he retorted.

"Damn near close. Now screw off!" Carter raised her voice angrily, her hands balled up into fists as she planted her feet firmly on the floor. Her heart was racing with fear and adrenaline.

"Calm down. You'll get what you want soon enough. But hear me now," his voice lowered into almost a growl. "Danny boy still seems to think he's got a handle on his life. Karate, aside, you three have it pretty good. But not for long. It took me nothing at all to find out where you would be today, and I can do it again. So tell him to back off, or there will be a rocky hill ahead... for all of you," he threatened darkly.

"You don't scare me, you piece of shit," Carter dismissed. Silver absentmindedly skimmed through the clothing on the rack in front of them.

"Right. And a kitten isn't afraid of a wolf," he remarked.

"Whatever you say," she responded flatly.

"Well, it seems they don't have what I was looking for. I suppose I should take my business elswhere," he commented before exiting the store.

"Fucking prick," she grumbled.

"So, whadaya think?" Sam asked as she stepped out of the dressing room. She turned around, revealing almost her entire back. Carter studied the skirt of the dress and could swear she could see the bottom of Sam's butt.

"Sam... I don't know hun. Not that it's not cute or anything. It's just a tad... revealing," Carter confessed, already feeling the tension rise. Sam scoffed.

"Come on. It's not that bad," she argued.

"Sam, I can see your ass and your entire back. I know you like the dress, but I'm sure there's another one that's not as, well, trampy," Carter pointed out. Sam's expression shifted from slightly annoyed to pissed off.

"Are you serious right now? I thought you'd be cool about this."

"Sam, I'm sorry, but it's a no-go. Come on. We can find something else," Carter insisted.

"No. I'm getting this one," Sam said sternly. Carter was becoming fed up with Sam's petulance.

"No, you're not."

"You know what? I thought coming out with you today would be fun. Looks like I was wrong," Sam spat, throwing them dress at Carter and storming out.

"Samantha LaRusso, get back here right now," Carter commanded loudly.

"Just leave me the hell alone!!" Sam screamed. "You're NOT my mother, so why don't you do me a favor and stop trying to act like you are!!! God, I wish you never moved in with us!" Carter's heart dropped to her stomach, and she stood frozen in shock as she watched Sam leave. Tears pricked her eyes, threatening to spill an ocean onto the tiled floor. After a few moments of processing what just happened, she took her phone out of her purse and texted Daniel.

Carter remained silent the whole ride home. Daniel made several attempts to get her to talk to no avail. She knew if she spoke, she would break down right then and there, so she did her best to hold back the tears until they arrived at the house. As soon as they pulled into the driveway and Daniel cut the engine, she bolted inside, ignoring everyone as she made her way to the on-suite in their bedroom. She shut the door swiftly and turned around, leaning her back against the wall. Her back slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor, and she hugged her knees to her chest, crying into her arms. A few moments passed before she heard a knock on the door.

"Carter... may I come in?" Daniel's voice came from the other side of the door. Carter didn't respond as she continued to cry. He opened the door slowly and stepped through, seeing Carter on the floor. "Sweetheart." Daniel knelt down and put a hand on her arm. Carter slowly lifted her head, looking up at him. "Amanda is talking to Sam now." He told her, wiping under her eyes with his thumbs.

"She's angry with me still, isn't she?" She inquired faintly. Daniel laughed gently.

"Well... she's not particularly happy." Carter sniffed in an attempt to dry up the rest of her tears.

"I never meant to make her feel like I was trying to be her mom. I only want what's best for her... I would never try to undermine you or Amanda. I know I'm not her parent," Carter explained shakily. Daniel stood up and grabbed Carter's arms gently, hoisting her up with him. He looked down at her lovingly.

"We know Carter. Listen, when it comes to the kids, the way you handle situations will never be perfect. Today, you did exactly what Amanda would've wanted... and me too. But Sam is a teenager. And our relationship situation isn't exactly the norm. It's just different for her." Carter's eyes began welling up again.

"She said she wished I never came to live with you all..." Carter rasped. Daniel's heart broke for Carter.

"She doesn't mean it. I know it hurts. Trust me. The first time she told me she hated me, it took everything in me not to cry in the bathroom. It's something no one ever prepares you for. Just give her some time and a little space." He did his best to reassure her. She knew he was right, but it still hurt. "I'm gonna go talk to her. In the meantime, pick out a nice dress. Amanda made us reservations at Embers." Daniel kissed her forehead before turning towards leave. Carter grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

"Wait, Daniel... there's something else." He looked back at her, confused.

"What is it? Something else happened at the mall today?" He questioned suspiciously. Carter gulped nervously, afraid of how he would react. He could since fear in her hesitation, which only caused him to worry more. "Baby, what is it? What happened?" He asked a bit more sternly.

"It was Silver," she stated. "Somehow, he knew exactly where we would be, and he followed us to the mall." She could tell Daniel was already becoming enraged, so she grabbed his hands in an attempt to keep him calm. "Don't worry, he didn't hurt us. Just made some vague threats and left." Daniel took a deep breath in then exhaled slowly.

"What exactly did he say?"

"Something about our lives becoming rocky if you continued with karate... Daniel, do you really think he's capable of ruining our lives?" She inquired fearfully. Daniel pulled her into a tight hug and rubbed her back comfortingly.

"He's capable of a lot... but I won't let him become capable of this, alright? Johnny and I are going to stop whatever he's planning. We already know we've made it to the Sekai Taikai. He's probably just trying to throw me off my game, but don't worry," he mumbled soothingly into her hair. "I still can't believe that bastard followed you. I have half a mind to go kick his ass right now, but i know that won't do any good."

"He's such a piece of shit," Carter grumbled.

"I'm sure you told him as much," he chortled, giving her another kiss on top of her head before releasing her. "I'm gonna go let Amanda know about your run-in with Silver. Now relax. You've had a rough day," he commented before leaving the room. Carter took a couple of deep breaths, allowing herself to process the events of the day. Decidedly, she opted to take a nice hot shower to help calm her nerves for a night out.

Part 2:

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Unlikely Places - Chapter 31 - Part 1

*Warning - Adult Content*

Chapter: 31 - Nice? Warm? Pleasant?

"Enough," Percy suddenly exclaimed, standing to his feet and looking around the living room at all of us with that look we all knew not to mess with.

Percy was a tall, muscle thick, intimidating man.

At least he was until he smiled.

When he smiled his eyes sparkled with good humor and a zest for life that had sucked Archer in from the first moment they had met.

Percy wasn't smiling now.

"You," he said pointing at Archer then turning and pointing at Noah.

"You," then he turned again to the other two.

"And you and you. Just enough already. I swear to the heavens you four kill me. You know how to behave properly and you know this isn't it but for some reason when it comes to Jackson you four simply lose all sanity."

No one said anything for a second.

I watched as four grown men hung their heads in shame as Percy chastised them with nothing but the truth.

My friends were wonderful.

The best but they took overprotectiveness to new heights.

Today was no exception.

I felt Pierce stir beside me and turned to look up at him as he started to speak but suddenly Percy whipped his attention towards Pierce and he shut his mouth with a snap.

I didn't blame him.

"And you," Percy scolded, now pointing that scary finger at Pierce.

"You brought it on yourself. Never in my life," Percy started fanning himself in agitation as he searched for what to say with regards to Pierce and his actions that night.

"Words simply fail me for your behavior" he said gesturing towards the guys who now sat quite docilely on the couch, enjoying Pierce being the center of Percy's ire instead of them.

"Yes, they're insane but at least they have a good reason, Jackson but I can't for the life of me think of one good reason for your behavior."

I barley moved, only enough to glance up at Pierce from the corner of my eyes.

His expression was blank.

I couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling.

I could relate a little.

I felt a little numb inside myself.

Pierce finally broke the silence.

"Even if I thought I had a good enough reason before, I know now I was wrong. There isn't a reason good enough that I can give to you that would justify my upsetting Jackson to the extent I did. If I could take it back I would but I can't. I can only apologize to him and to all of you."

Percy stood watching him as he talked and nodding his head in agreement with every word.

He stared hard at Pierce, looking past the words to the sincerity behind them and I could tell after a few moments he was satisfied with what he saw.

Clapping his hands together to bring everyone's attention back to him Percy started talking again and I had to suppress a giggle as he started.

"Okay. To summarize. Pierce acted like a dick. He admitted that he acted like a dick and he apologized for acting like a dick. Correct?" he asked, glancing to each man sitting still quietly on the couches.

With sullen looks on three of the faces they reluctantly nodded.

Archer was odd man out.

He now seemed satisfied and was simply enjoying the show Percy was putting on.

"Okay good and Pierce," he continued, turning back to the man who stood stiffly beside me.

"You're not going to act like a dick again, right?"

Pierce let a pause of silence pass by that had frowns returning back to the faces of my friends.

I frowned slightly, too and looked up at him.

He winked down at me and gave me that mischievous grin that did not bode well and I squeezed his hand in silent warning.

He ignored me and looked back at Percy.

"I can assure you I won't be a dick again," he said with a long pause and then tipped his head towards me.

"To Jackson," the emphasis on my name and my name alone didn't go unnoticed.

I should have known not to expect him to take things too passively.

He just wasn't the type.

I rolled my eyes at him and tried to regain ownership of my hand but Pierce wasn't having it, keeping hold of it tightly within his own.

I glanced hurriedly at my friends and saw what I expected.

Noah, Mick and Branson looked ticked but to my surprise, Archer and Percy were smiling satisfied smiles.

"That's all that's important," Archer said, speaking for the first time since Pierce and I entered the room.

The other three grumbled something but I couldn't make out what.

At least they weren't being as confrontational as before so I would take it as a win.

Percy had once again managed to handle these guys with an aplomb I found jaw dropping.

He was the only person that I had ever met that could.

Archer wasn't the only lucky guy in the room for having had Percy come into his life.

"Thank you," I mouthed to Percy now and he winked and gave me one of his sassy grins back in response.

I could literally hear him in my mind saying 'No problem, big boy' but he, like me, stayed silent so as not to disturb the tenuous peace that had been established.

"With that I will take my leave," Pierce announced to the room at large, drawing all eyes in his direction, mine especially.

"You guys obviously had this planned out and I don't want to interrupt."

"Maybe you should call first next time instead of just showing up unannounced," Branson drawled out sarcastically.

I saw Pierce's jaw tick once but his expression remained pleasant.

"Good point," he acknowledged before adding with the subtlest of his own sarcasm.

"My main thought was to get Jackson his wallet back to him as soon as I could, though as I didn't want him driving without his license."

I knew five sets of eyes landed on me like a bomb but I refused to look at any of them and instead kept my eyes glued to Pierce.

If I had any doubt about what we would be talking about after Pierce left, I no longer needed to worry.

They were going to want to know about that damn wallet and why Pierce could even be in the position to have it.

Retreat seemed the best play for me at the moment.

[fff777]

Watched WayV No one but you + Invincible Track video behind the scenes

Lookin a little beat up

Hendery doesn't like the contact lenses very much ^^;;

Eyebrow piercings (even if they're fake). Also one coloured contact.

The eyebrow piercing is drawn on? I don't get it lol

The caption says "a feeling that's a bit bad (nodding in a well-behaved way)." The word they used is 乖 which does mean well-behaved. It's often used to describe well-behaved kids (in a naughty/nice dichotomy).

Yangyang wearing a fake cast lol

Ten's earphone is not connected to anything lol

I liked No One But You (the song) a lot :3

Ten: Where should I stand? Hendery: In my heart Ten: Sorry but I already have someone else Hendery: Did you get that on camera? :D

Of course, Ten did the idol-correct thing of saying only Wayzennies were in his heart. Ok dude lol.

Yangyang and Ten calling Dejun sexy and cute while the camera's on him and he's striking a pose lol

They're outside, right? This isn't a set? I'm just surprised that they're that close to the edge.

Cute :3

Kun was also only wearing one contact lens

Hallo little guy :]

Taking selfies. As the resident tall boy with long limbs, Sicheng is responsible for taking the photo heh.

Omg Yangyang had to smash his cast. Almost as cool as the Rock flexing his arm out of his cast in Furious 7.

I'm guessing there were several casts prepared just in case.

I hope Yangyang didn't hurt his arm, that looks like that could have hurt :S

Yangyang said he'd asked his hairstylist to cut his hair so that he looked like he was a rebellious kid who'd cut his own hair. Which is why his hair is a little uneven.

Birthday celebrations for Hendery :3 Quite different to Yangyang's birthday celebrations in which only Hendery and Kun sang for him lol

Can't believe he fucking responded with arigato gozaimasu

Omgggg Sicheng is trying to sing the Cantonese birthday song to Hendery. First of all he's completely off tune XD But of course he's not pronouncing the words correctly. But I appreciate the effort lol. Dejun and Hendery have done so much to immerse the guys in Cantonese culture lol. Btw, this birthday song doesn't have the same tune as the Happy Birthday song we're used to, so that means Sicheng had to purposely learn a new song for this lol.

Hendery was like wow what a miserable birthday that I'm celebrating it in an abandoned building lol

Sicheng continued to sing the Cantonese Happy Birthday song and Hendery joined in to help him with the words :P

I don't know what kind of pronunciation guide Sicheng is reading off of, but Hendery appreciates his efforts anyway <3

Yangyang: He (Sicheng) is singing Happy Birthday so sadly

I think Sicheng has a video pulled up because his phone is playing the song XD

Flare time

They kept making fun of themselves for trying to act cool lol. The only person who ever got called cool during these few scenes was Kun (by Dejun).

Birthday (real). I think those are chocopies or something like them lol.

Yangyang said that Hendery had to make three wishes but he had to keep the last one a secret. I wonder if this is a Taiwanese thing because I'd only heard of the birthday person getting three wishes in Someday or One Day lol.

Hendery's first wish was that everybody there would be rich!!!! His second wish was for health, the obvious safe wish :P

Party time (after eating a chocopie)

They're doing the same technique that I saw in NCT Dream's Glitch mode and Poison videos. They're recording things at twice the speed and slowing them down to normal speed to give them a certain dramatic effect.

Kun pointed out that these two track videos, plus Poppin' Love and On My Youth all have a similar theme of youth. To be specific, it's somewhat of a rebellious youth. I appreciate that connection of themes! Makes an album more memorable for sure :3

Dejun was saying that at least he had a hat but Hendery was soaked ^^;; and he put an extra towel on Hendery's head so he wouldn't get sick ToT

Hendery and Dejun said they were 落湯雞 'chickens going into the soup' team (because they were both all wet)

Rewatching their 'in the rain' scenes again :P They like laughing at themselves :3

Oh no Kun got bitten by a mosquito and the bite grew really big ToT the worst

[sixeyesgojo]

all i want for christmas is you

☾ Summary: May all your Christmas and New Year's wishes come true.

☾ Characters: Hitsugaya Toshiro x Reader

☾ Word count: ~1,7k

☾ Content warning: reader is actually not shy but they're a simp, sweet heavens, Christmas, not a Gin fic (as I told a certain tumblr user), i was bribed to name it this way

☾ A/N: In this moment they knew that they (@shirohyorin) were not reading a Gin fic, as I told them but I hope they're happy anyways. Happy New Year, my friend. Yes, this is dedicated to you.

Running around in the different barracks was a real workout. It was kind of enjoyable though, considering you were handing out presents for Christmas to your friends. With a slight dance in your step, you gave out gifts to all the lieutenants and captains. You made sure that each and every box came with a small note.

“‘Thank you for your hard work. You did well! Merry Christmas ♡’,” Izuru read out loud. “Why are you thanking me like this? It’s what I’m supposed to do after all.”

Izuru was always… like this. You laughed, “But hearing a ‘thank you’ from time to time doesn’t hurt! Even if it’s literally your job and you are doing what you’re supposed to do. Isn’t it nice to hear it?” He looked at the note again, then put the tiny package into his shihakusho. “I suppose you’re right. But I see that you have some more presents to deliver, so I shouldn’t disturb you anymore,” he smiled at you. He was kind enough to tell you where some of the other members of the Gotei 13 might be.

Indeed, just as Izuru told you, you found Shuhei and Rangiku together in a meeting room. “Oh my God! Thank you! Waaah, I didn’t expect to get a present from anyone this year!” Rangiku beamed. Shuhei smiled very sweetly at you too. “Thank you for the gift. I appreciate it a lot, really. It feels nice to hear a ‘thank you’.” “I’m happy that you guys like it,” you said. “There is no way we wouldn’t like it. It’s from you after all,” Rangiku patted your shoulder affectionately.

You spent some more time talking to the two of them, but eventually, it was time to go. So, you said goodbye to them and ran off. But not without someone—Rangiku—seeing right through you, identifying your plans and teasing you for it. Were you truly that predictable? There was one last present you absolutely had to hand out today. His. You usually didn’t play favorites with your friends but to you, it was the most important one.

As he was a busy man, there was no time to waste. Maybe he had already gone somewhere else? Would you still be able to find him?

You were lucky. The man you were looking for was not in his office, as you guessed. Instead, he seemed to be going somewhere. You called out his name and started running towards him.

Upon hearing his name, he stopped in his tracks, and he turned around. His hair followed his motions perfectly. It made you want to touch his soft hair so badly for a moment. His face was so chiseled and the— You shook your head. No more distractions in front of the man himself.

“Captain Hitsugaya!” you called again. “I have something to give to you!”

“Toshiro,” he corrected you. “What is it?” the white-haired man asked you with a quizzical look on his face. Finally catching up to him, you tried to explain but something about this man made you fluster, “Nothing much. Just a little present… as a ‘thank you’ of sorts!” Words seemed to be lost within you whenever you were around him. “I wanna… thank you for your hard work this year. You work hard and, uh, I think that’s very admirable and… that’s pretty cool.” And your wits seemed to leave you to your own devices as well. Why is it that, whenever you were around Toshiro, you would become embarrassingly shy?

“I see,” he nodded, “Hearing you thank me personally is enough for me already. But seeing that you went out of your way to find me… I will take it. Thank you very much.”

It wasn’t exactly the words you dreamed of. The man you were crushing on took the gift from your hand. While doing so, he brushed your fingers ever so slightly and it made you forget about his wording quickly. Instead, you were left breathless. Too busy containing the volcano of emotions that erupted in your chest, you missed the slightly embarrassed look on his face as he realized what he accidentally did. The giddy feeling that was blossoming inside quickly spread throughout your whole body. There was no way you could soothe your fluttering heart after this. And yet, your mind told you not to butcher this chance.

“Actually,” you started, “this was only one part of the present. I will drop by again!” It was far-fetched. After all, what could a ‘part two’ to self-made cookies possibly be? That’s right, your present to everyone was self-made cookies but you included a special one for Toshiro. Your lie regarding a second part of the gift was only an excuse to see him again. Seeing him healthy and happy was all that mattered to you, and you wouldn’t dare asking for more.

“Feel free to do so, I am looking forward to it,” Toshiro replied with a smile. You were too mesmerized by his smile and the crinkle in his eyes that you missed the sort of bashful yet sincere tone in his voice.

Snapping back to reality, you excused yourself and left. Your heart was beating like crazy. There was no way he didn’t hear that. You usually were someone who was headstrong and confident in your skillset. And yet, every fiber in your entire body seemed to turn into jelly as soon as you were in the presence of this man. You shook your head. How could he have so much power over you? How would things unfold if you continued to behave like that around him? Wouldn’t he think you were too distant with him compared to how you behaved around the other shinigami? Something had to change.

True to your word, you appeared in front of him in his office again a few days later with a new neatly wrapped package. You managed to hold a conversation for longer, with less brain malfunctions caused by him this time. And he seemed to notice it too. The smiles adorning his lips were more frequent and as stunning as before. However, with the new year approaching, you mustered the courage to be more truthful about your feelings.

“I don’t mean to meddle with your business but I am curious. I’m looking forward to the second part of your cookies. They were delicious, by the way,” the white-haired captain said. Oh no, he had figured you out, didn’t he? With a surge of confidence, you admitted, “I honestly just wanted to have an excuse to see you.”

For a moment, awkward silence unfolded in the room. Not a word was uttered. The tension in the air felt thick and heavy. Had you ruined it? Your mind ran at one hundred miles… until he spoke.

“In that case, come visit me again on New Year's Eve. I have something to give to you too… ‘as a thanks, of sorts’,” he quoted you, “But for now, I have to leave. Emergency, sort of. Thanks again for your gift.”

Seeing how he was in a rush to leave for whatever duties he had to attend to, you nodded, excused yourself and left before he did. Little, did you know that Toshiro only said that so he could deal with his racing heart by himself.

New Year’s Eve came quickly. You pranced around in the yard, heart threatening to jump out of your chest. Anyone who walked by must have thought you were insane but you were incredibly nervous to see your crush after being so bold to admit that you created an excuse, just to see him. Were you underdressed? Or maybe overdressed?

Mustering up courage, hand on the doorhandle, you opened the door and entered.

There he was, the man of your heart. Stunning as always. He approached you. “You really came,” Toshiro remarked. Chuckling, you responded, “Of course. I couldn’t help but be curious about what you wanted to give to me… and I wanted to see you.”

He laughed, “Ah, about that. Here you go. Merry Christmas… or maybe I should say Happy New Year?”

In the palm of his hands was… a folded piece of paper? Is that what he wanted to give to you? Your heart sank. “Open it,” you heard him say. And so you did.

In neat handwriting, you read something that you have longed to hear for such a long time. A tiny part of you regretted it because of the outburst of emotions you were undoubtedly going to have.

“‘I wanted to see you too.’,” you read out loud. You read it over and over again, mind not processing what was written in black ink. Were you dreaming? If yes, you never wanted to wake up from this wonderful dream. You couldn’t take your eyes off of the paper until…

“Look at me, please,” he said. You hesitated for a moment but did as he said regardless. There was no better way than to start the new year looking at such a beautiful man, you thought. But fate had planned something else for you.

Right in time, fireworks outside started to go off. Midnight. For an instant, a desire ghosted through your head: You wanted to kiss him.

Before you could shake that thought off, you felt warm hands gently holding your face. There was no way, right? You tried rationalizing and denying it in your head… until you felt his lips on yours. Every thought in your head ceased to exist. Your body felt weightless, as if you were floating. So this was how heaven felt like. You wanted to bask in this happiness forever, but unfortunately, it didn’t last long enough. Toshiro broke the kiss. A red tinge spread on his cheeks.

“Happy new year,” he started, “Since you wanted to be more honest with your feelings, I decided to do the same… and I heard that failing to kiss someone ensures loneliness in the new year.”

“Oh… that’s true, I heard the same. That’s why you should kiss me again. Just to make sure. In fact, never stop,” you declared devilishly and gently pulled him closer by his collar.

“True to the motto ‘two is better than one’?” he smiled, leaning in. His shyness from earlier dissolving already.

“Yes, but as you know, the third time’s the charm,” you smiled back and closed the gap between the two of you.