#he was dramatic. she was m'lady

[seriousbrat]

As someone who has been in this fandom for a long time, I can assure you that the Marauders fandom pre-Jegulus also treated Lily very poorly. For example: Lili was often portrayed in fanfics as a completely humorless person who was a huge killjoy. Another very common thing was that her negative feelings for James were portrayed as a major flaw, several times a character would tell her: "Lily stop being a bitch James is amazing" It wasn't James who had to become a better person for Lily to like him, it was she who needed to wake up to the "great man" that James was. Another disgusting thing that was common in fanfics was locking Lily and James in a closet so that she would "accept her feelings for him" as if she had no right to choose. Her negative feelings for James were never valid either she was "too stupid to understand James" or they were "unresolved sexual tension."

Yes this is true! I've been in the fandom a while myself, but the era when I first started being active in specifically the jily fandom (2012-ish) coincided with the advent of third wave feminism and the MeToo movement, at least here on tumblr, so there wasn't as much of this in my personal experience or in my circles. By that time, usually anything outrageously misogynistic like that was quickly stamped on. And this predates Jegulus by a decade at least, so I think most of what you describe is pre-tumblr. Like Cassie Claire/livejournal-era LOL. Tbf idk what the fandom was like on other websites.

But that being said I think things did slip through the cracks even then, because misogyny is learnt and reproduced by everyone, and you could still see hints of what you describe in the fanfic that was being written at the time.

At this point the idea that James constantly asking her out and haranguing her was sexy was just starting to be questioned and pushed back against. Because those kinds of narratives were just starting to be questioned in general, similarly Snape's unrequited love for Lily started to be seen as less sympathetic and less romantic around the same time. So as I recall we started seeing more portrayals of James as Flawless Feminist King, which I now find unrealistic for a teenage boy in the 70s and a bit cringe lmao. I don't think he was harassing her but neither was he a virtuous woke paragon. Back then we were all (mostly) young girls/women writing our idea of the perfect man haha.

And obviously Woke King James was set against Evil Incel Snape (this was also around when the incel movement and bronies emerged, GamerGate happened, etc.) which led to the marauders/jily fandom largely justifying Snape being bullied, and this still happens today. (although these days he's also been upgraded to a raging homophobe lmao.) In my last post about that fan film I was complaining about the opposite haha, but for the record I've just had to close two separate jily fics earlier today for portrayals of Snape that were too one-dimensionally nasty for my tastes.

[suna-cerely-yours]

a/n: I also want to be tutored by college!kuroo. And steal that black hoodie (also fun fact this was supposed to be a part of a college series)

warnings: fem!reader

Let’s be honest, you were good but there was no way you were passing this class without extra help. You groan, dropping your head in your friend’s lap, throwing your jean-clad legs over the armrest of the sofa the two of you occupied, in the corner of a very crowded frat house.

“I won’t pass, I’m sure of it. Probability distributions were bad enough, but now that he’s moved onto parameter estimation, I have absolutely zero idea what’s going on.”

“You’ll be fine,” your friend says, flicking you lightly on your forehead, “don’t be dramatic.”

There’s a series of cheers and noise from the direction of the kitchen, which has your friend craning her neck.

“I think they’re doing body shots over there.”

“I think I need a tutor.”

“The volleyball team is also there.”

“The professor’s such a hard-ass too.”

“I’m going to see if I can get their setter to do a body shot off of me.”

Slipping your head from her lap, she’s off, yelling something about calling you later. Groaning again, you rest your arm against your forehead, wondering if you should be spending your Friday night in the Statistics section of the library rather than the frat party you were currently at. You were about to get up when you feel the sofa sink with weight above your head. Moving your arm, you’re met with a red jacket and the smell of laundry detergent. 

“Ah, sorry- I’ll just get out of the way,” you begin, getting up and sitting properly on the couch.

“My friend aced Stat203 last year.”

You look questioningly at the man beside you, his eyes trained on his phone before him. Messily dyed hair tied in a low bun, red track jacket, black ripped jeans and a lip piercing- you were looking at the setter of your university’s volleyball team- Kenma Kozume.

“I- pardon? Are you talking to me?”

“He took the class for fun last year.”

“That’s- that’s great, uh but I don’t think I’m who you think I am. I-”

“You said you needed a tutor.”

You blink, eyes widening. Holy shit did the frat party actually turn out to be the correct place to look for a Statistics tutor?

“I am looking for someone to help me out a little, um, are you sure they would be willing to help me out?”

Kenma looks up from his phone, for the first time since you started talking, you notice. Golden eyes flick down your torso once, before meeting your eyes.

“I’ll give you his number, ask him yourself.”

                                                    .....

Setting your books down in the study room, you check your watch again, exactly five minutes before you and Tetsu were scheduled to meet. You still didn’t know who he exactly was, having no actual information about him aside from the nickname and the fact that he was Kenma’s friend. Apart from the initial awkwardness of messaging a stranger, the two of you had exchanged a couple of texts before deciding to meet for a scheduled tutoring session at the library. You’ve only started scrolling on Tumblr when there’s a sharp knock on the door, the person opening it before you can say anything.

Tall, is your first impression.

Red, is your next.

Hair, is your final- before realization sets in.

“Kuroo Tetsurou?”

Hazel eyes blink back as the captain of the volleyball team stands in front of you.

His eyes crinkle, lips curling into a smile as his enters the room, letting the door fall shut behind him as he drops into the seat before you.

" 's not fair that you know who I am and I don't," he says stretching back in his seat. " Kozume only said that a pretty girl needed some help."

Your eyebrow quirks at the pretty girl comment, but you don't say anything of it- opting to introduce yourself instead.

"Pretty name."

"Laying it on a lil' thick, aren't you?"

"All part of the charm m'lady."

You stop fidgeting with your textbook to look up at him and blink.

"M'lady?"

A pained look crosses over his face as he drags a hand through his hair, messing it up even more.

"Yeah, that might have been a little too thick."

Fighting the urge to smile, you press your lips together before murmuring a 'that's what she said', clicking your pen and flipping to a fresh page.

A snort escapes the man in question as he pulls your textbook closer to him.

"So, who's class are you taking this semester? Please tell me it's not Sakusa."

You chew on your lower lip in silence.

Kuroo glances your way once before sighing.

"Of course it's him."

"In my defense I didn't expect a man so pretty to be that much of a hard-ass."

"Hard-ass is putting it nicely."

You scowl, tapping your pen against the table lightly. "He teaches well, it's just- he's so unapproachable and he expects perfection and I have so much piled up this semester and I-"

"Woah, calm down pretty, it's okay. That's what I'm here for aren't I?", he smiles, a dimple popping in his left cheek.

You swallow before smiling back, nodding.

"Good girl, now where should we begin?"

This was going to be a long semester.

[changetyre]

THIS IS YOUR FAULT! || LN4 Ⓢ Ⓦ *Drabble*

SUMMARY: You thought the hardest part of your unplanned pregnancy would be the lack of sleep maybe the nausea but you would've never thought the ridiculous increase in your libido would be what was proving the most challenging. (Lando Norris x Pregnant!Reader)

WARNINGS: ***Smut 18+***

A/N: This drabble is quite short but I am willing to write other parts of this couple if requested ;)

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"This is all your stupid stupid fault." You whined as you spoke to your boyfriend on the phone after ranting to him for 10 minutes straight.

You heard him giggle on the other side which only made you angrier. "I'm almost home darling."

He reminded you of the fact he had literally only gone to the store down the street because you were craving some sour candies after Lando had eaten you out for the second time today and it was only 12pm.

"You're a goddamn professional driver for fucks sake it should only take you half a second to speed down the street in your stupid orange car and get back." You continued whining.

You felt like your body was literally screaming for your boyfriend to put his hands on you and relieve you from this need to feel pleasure...again.

"Baby I didn't take the car just to go to the store that is 5 minutes away walking." He laughed again.

"I hate you." you almost cried.

This is what the first months of pregnancy were looking for you, You thought that after being knocked up by your boyfriend by accident during your 2-year anniversary would be enough sex for a while but your body thought otherwise.

It was honestly ridiculous the frequency with which you needed to relieve yourself but you were incredibly thankful for the fact that you got pregnant on the penultimate race of the season and this horny symptom had only shown up after the season ended so you had your boyfriend home most of the time and for a few months.

At first, Lando was concerned with how needy you were even thinking something was wrong but after a visit to your OBGYN where she found his concern funny, she reassured you both that this would be normal and the antidote was pretty self-explanatory.

After this Lando quite enjoyed being so needed and being able to inject you with the medicine needed so often and initially for you it was fun too until it just started getting frustrating.

Yes, Lando had the exact skill set required to pleasure you exactly the way you needed repeatedly and bring you satisfaction rather quickly but the frustrating part was the fact that the satisfaction only lasted an hour or 2 sometimes even less, and sometimes Lando wasn't home to help which had you crying at times because relieving yourself was never nearly enough.

Lando had become such an expert at landing a helping hand that sometimes he would even be in meetings while secretly fingering you who would lay in front of him with your legs spread wide open. Sometimes he would even be eating you out while on a phone call shushing you when he would unmute his phone to keep talking.

"I love you too darling." You would've started crying if Lando hadn't come right through the door after this.

"FINALLY!" You called dramatically. "Eat!" You yelled pointing at your bare pussy where you had laid on the couch.

"With pleasure." Lando laughed setting the bags down.

"WAIT!" You yelled before he could walk forward. "I want my sour gummies." You extended your hand.

Lando could only laugh again at your antics reaching for them in the grocery bag and tossing them to you before finally kneeling down in front of the couch.

"Anything else M'lady." he joked.

"No, now eat." You pointed again in between your legs as you both began eating, you your gummies and Lando you.

[amphibiahawks321]

[Nami leans against the ship's railing, gazing at Y/N who was leaning against the railing first]

Nami : Well you've been quiet all day, something on your mind?

[Y/N starts scratching the back of his head]

M!Reader : Hehe, what did I make you worried? Been thinking about nothing really, well... Maybe thinking a bit about you

[Nami raises an eyebrow and is now smirking]

Nami : Oh? Since when do I occupy that much space in that head of yours?

M!Reader : Since I realized you're the brightest thing on this ship m'lady~✨

[He said dramatically making Nami's smirk softening into a warm smile]

Nami : Chuckles... When it comes from you, flatter does actually get you somewhere

M!Reader : Chuckles... Well good, because I meant every word y'know

Nami : But then again...

[Nami leans closer to Y/N's ear]

Nami : Get even more charming and it might just end you up on your knees~

[Nami said, leaving Y/N completely speechless and blushing as she left Y/N alone only for Y/N to turn around and see]

Nami :

M!Reader blushing : .......

[talaok]

Hey. I had an idea for pedro and reader

How about them having a little kitchen date, making pasta and just talk

Pairing: Pedro pascal x reader

"Like this?"

"no no no" you mumbled, shaking your head as you abandoned your own task to go help him with his.

"You're torturing these poor tomatoes baby" You frowned, looking down at the mush that he'd created on the cutting board "Here let me show you," you said, as he handed you the knife

"like this" you explained, cutting the tomato like any normal human being would have cut it "Got it?"

And from the look of it, he hadn’t gotten it, his eyes weren't even on the motion, they were only on you.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

A small smile pulled at his lips

"I just love it when you get bossy"

You raised an eyebrow at him "oh yeah?"

"yeah," he nodded, inching his face closer to yours.

"We should put that to the test later" you teased

"How bout right now?" he purred before kissing you

You smiled "Not a chance, cowboy, we said we were gonna do this and now we're gonna do it"

"fine" he groaned, as you passed him the knife back.

"Good boy" you joked, getting back to your station.

he grinned, before starting to slice the tomatoes again.

"So how did it go with your mom today?"

"Good" you smiled "She almost cried when she saw me at her doorstep, she said she hadn't seen me in so long she was starting to forget how I looked" You huffed out a laugh "Dramatic as usual, you know how she is"

He chuckled in response, 

"We went for a walk and then stopped for coffee..." You lost interest in your own sentence as your ears picked up on the melody coming from the radio.

"They're playing our song" you breathed through a smile.

He stopped what he was doing to listen too.

"Care for a dance, m'lady?" he asked without hesitation, a thick British accent falling from his lips, as he cleaned his hands on the apron you insisted he wore, and then extended one of them to you.

"With pleasure, m'lord" you replied, mimicking his tone.

And before you knew it, you were dancing around the kitchen, completely ignoring the song's rhythm, as you smiled at each other like you knew a secret nobody else was aware of.

Just like you did on your first date.

"Did I tell you you look very beautiful today?" he asked, smooth as ever.

"You did" you smiled 

"Well I think it's time to tell you again" he murmured, "You look stunning, sweetheart"

"Thank you" You rolled your eyes playfully, before giving him a quick kiss "you look beautiful too, but we'd better get back to cooking" you said, as you freed yourself of his hold and walked back to the counter

He groaned, as he walked up to you until he was able to wrap his arms around your torso, hugging you from behind, and placing his head on your shoulder.

"There's something else I'd like to do much more right now..."

You gasped, turning your head to find him

"Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" you scolded "You better get back to cutting those tomatoes right now"

He chuckled, the vibrations of his voice rumbling against your back.

He kissed your cheek, before doing as told

"So bossy" he smirked

[goddess-of-bubblegum]

~your court jester~ leo x daughter of zeus!reader !medieval AU!

(I did the chap!!)

You were a child of Zeus, king of Olympia who was married to Queen hera, which whom he had triplets with, Jason, Thalia and you, with you being the youngest 

Today was the day a ball was being held, where you could see your cousins and friends. You knew for certain that king posidon and qeen amphridite of atlantia would be there, along with his children; prince percy and tyson and king Hades and queen Persephone of Elysia and their children nico and hazel would be there too, but it wasn't them you were exited about.

Nor was it lady athena , the war-rstrategist with her children, and it wasn't lord Ares (war commander) or anyone else of the sort.

In fact, it wasn't even a noble person at all!

It was leo , the child of the palaces blacksmith. You felt a familiar flutter in your stomach as you thought of him, but you knew your mother and father would have your head on a platter if they ever knew.

They wanted you to marry a nobleman (or woman), or atleast someone in a position of power, not some pesant child of the palaces blacksmith! Alas, they found you weren't happy with any of the suitors they showed you, but hope was (unfortunately) not lost for them.

》I just don't understand it piper!《 you grunted as she pulled the corset strings tighter, the handmaiden child of Aphrodite,  the tailor for the royals hanging on your every word.

 》what is it that you don't understand, m'lady《 you blinked and pushed some of her styled hair out of her face

》no need to call me that and I just....I dont know why I'm not falling for any nobles! I mean, there's percy, who looks like a God, hazel who looks stunning, and even from the  people who aren't nobles who my parents would approve of, like lady annabeth, aren't that interesting!《 

》well, I know you've been looking at the court jester, leo, you do know he's a close friend of mine, Right?《

she finished adjusting your cosetband moved on to fixing your gown

》plus, prince nicholas-《

》He preffers to be called nico《 you interrupt

 》Prince nico is dating the local bard, William, and his parents seem to approve 《

You sigh as you push another strand of hair away from your [e/c] eyes 》well yes, but bard and jester are two different things! And Williams father is a well respected bard, Leo's dad is the blacksmith of the palace who is highly unliked for his looks, not that leo inherited any, of course! But Apollon the bard does have strong ties with King Hades, so of course nico dates him! Whereas my mother and father both hate hephastios the weaponmaker《 

Piper sighs, mildly exasperated with how dramatic you were 》well who are they going to introduce you to next, a guard?《 she makes an attempt at a joke, trying to lighten the mood

》not too far off, actually,  you know the soldier lityerses? The child of lady demeter?《 you sigh and try not to ruin your make-up by face-palming

》oooh, he's a catch! But I must say I prefer shel...《 Piper thought fondly of the village baker-girl, with whom she was absolutely smitten with

》ya know, sometimes I wish I was a commoner.....then it wouldn't matter who I'd married....《 

Piper looked at you with pity in her eyes, before subtly looking at the window, seeming to say I told you so to leo with her eyes, who was standing outside the window all along

☆le time Skippy because idk what else to put here☆

You tapped the heel of your shoe against the floor at random intervals while playing with with a strand of your hair, your cousins have already arrived, that's not what you were nervous about, but it was now time to "entertain" the royals , which means you would see leo, the favorited court jester 

》M-mother?-《 your tried to hide just how much your voice trembled, which your mother always found endearing

》w-when are the entertainers coming?《

》in a bit, my little peafowl, leodinaidas (i-i.....I butchered that, didn't I?) being the first to arrive 《

》o-okay....《 you sighed and looked out the window, seeing Piper laughing and cuddling with shel, and sighed wistfully You werent at all joking when you said you'd love to live a commoners life,  close to no responsibilities, not having to deal with potential suitors and being able to love who you wanted to love.

Nico and will were on your right, and were laughing at something,  will was nicos personal medic and bard, and they were dating which is parents did accept as will and his father were high in status.

He could date him without problems.

But you couldn't date leo

Speaking of-

You blushed hard the moment you saw leo enter the ballroom. 》my ladies,  lords and lieges! It is I, leodinaidas the court jester! But you can call me leo , and pretty people can call me love~《

zeus chuckled at that, while hera rolled her eyesYou blushed and quickly looked away, gods why is he like this...... he continued with his jester bit, making jokes and making fun of everything

Eventually,  his act died down and will started playing music for people to dance to, [I mean, they were in a ballroom] and you were just standing awkwardly on sidelines, watching your siblings and cousins dance with their partners.You sighed sadly and were deep in thought , only being pulled out when someone tapped your shoulder.

》huh?《 you looked behind you, not seeing anyone, before you felt someone take your hand in theirs 》hello gorgeous-《

 You looked infromt of you, and flushed red immediately Infront of you was, who else would it be, leo

》l-leo?!《 you breathed out

》Hi gorgeous~ would you indulge me , a humble jester, in a dance with a stunning woman like you?《 You smiled nervously and looked over to where your sister, Thalia, was standing, who was grinning and giving you a thumbs up, zeus smirking and rolling his eyes as he looks at the both of you

》y-yeah s-sure......《 you tripped over your own words

He smiled and led you out to the dance floor, putting one hand on your shoulder and the other on your waist, starting to dance a slow waltz with you

You smiled and let him lead your moves, smiling widely for the first time in a whileAfter a while of dancing, you tripped and almost fell down, if it weren't for leo catching you bending down to your level, his lips only inches from yours.You blushed and leaned closer into his lips, only a breath away from touching his lips, so close you could almost count every single freckle on his face.

》may I?-.....《 he breathes out

You nod and inched closer to him, feeling butterfly's in your stomach as his lips touch yours, him kissing you being the best feeling you've felt for a while After a minute that felt like far more than that, he pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours

》Pipes told me You had a crush on me.....and I thank whatever force is pulling us together because I never thought my feelings would be reciprocated.....I love you《

And without thinking of potential consequences and pushing any judgement from your parents , the words fell out of your mouth 》I love you too《

@bast-the-best26 @reyna4ever @deciduowl

[mydarllinglover]

Stars Collided || Six

Previous

Anakin and Lovisa layed in the grass, watching the clouds, neither one had spoke, in a while, just enjoying each other’s company, but that’s when a thought had entered the Princess’s mind.

"When this threat is over, and I go back to the palace, will I see you again?" She asked him.

"Why? Trying to get rid of me, already?" He turned his head to look at her, the corner of his mouth raising.

"Perhaps." She played along, as her own lips turned upwards.

"Oh! You wound me princess!" He pretended to stab his heart, as he rolled away from her, dramatically.

"Hey!" She laughed, rolling after him, but as she got close enough, he had pulled her on top of him. "You're an idiot." She slapped his chest.

"And you look wonderful, from this angle." His hands moved to hold her back, and her waist.

"Only this angle?" She asked, teasingly, as she moved to sit on top of him more comfortably.

"M'lady, you look phenomenal, no matter the angle, the time of day, or the setting, but particularly right here, may be one of my favourite times to see you."

"I grow more and more confused, everytime you open your mouth, wondering how on earth you became a Jedi, when you could be writing poetry."

"Well, princess, I have many talents." He smirked.

"Oh, really? Well, enlighten me." She pushed. Lovisa had the deepest urge to know every single thing about this man, as her hands rested beside his head, keeping her up and looking at his perfect face.

"I can fix things, and I build stuff, very talented with my hands." He squeezed her waist, as he said this, and she could swear his eyes even lit up, as she blushed. "And I'm a damn good Jedi, it's disappointing you've never seen me in combat, then I know you would never be able to resist me."

"You're awfully full of yourself." She chuckled.

"No, your highness, just confident."

"Ani, stop with the titles." She rolled her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Lovisa, but I'm rather nervous, having the kings daughter on top of me, right now, y'know, if anyone was to discover us, right now, I'd probably be hung."

Lovisa looked around the vast land of space, not a person was in sight.

"Well, then I guess it's a good thing that nobody is around, then."

"Oh, my, you are truly scandalous, what would people say?" He gasped.

Lovisa laughed at his dramatic tendencies, before kissing him, softly, she needed another fix, too many hours had passed since last night, and he was just too intoxicating to resist, it was almost insufferable.

Anakin's eyes fluttered shut instantly, as he followed her movements, taking everything in, memorising it.

"See, you couldn't even last a day, I knew you found me attractive." His eyes were still closed, as his head fell back down, in the grass.

"You're lucky, that's all you've got going for you." She lied.

Anakin then rolled over, so that he was now on top of her.

"Admit it, you find me irresistible, and charming, you think I'm extremely funny."

"Oh yes, the funniest thing you do, is when you don't even mean to, when you think you're being taken seriously, that is hilarious." She rolled him over again, so she was back on top.

"That's it." He pulled her against him, and they ended up rolling down the hill, laughing loudly, until eventually they came to a stop, and miraculously, Lovisa was still on top.

She kissed him again, and she didn't pull away anytime soon, and neither had he.

His hand moved from her back, to intertwine in her hair, keeping her head close to his.

As the days in their solitude went on, Lovisa and Anakin often spent their days together, whether it be layed in the grass, his head in her lap, as she read aloud to him, or he'd watch as she painted the beautiful sight of the lake district, which he was elated to discover that she was a phenomenal artist.

But Lovisa kicked herself, when she realised that Anakin had been right, because watching him practise with his sword, had her thoughts whirring so much, that she couldn't even make sense of what they were.

She found that she couldn't even keep her eyes off him for a second, she even forgot to blink, until her eyes were tearing up, and stinging.

And he hadn't even noticed, not at all, he was too deeply rooted into his movements.

She was starting to wish she had been a Jedi, just to watch him at this all day, everyday.

When he had finally put it down, he didn't have a second to even move, before she pounced on him, kissing him hard and desperately, and of course he was quick enough to catch her, and meeting her needs.

They had also spent their time, sneaking around the castle, from her sister, and the staff, making out in dark hallways, refusing to get caught, but not being able to resist the temptation.

A small inkling in Anakin's mind made him think that's what was fuelling the fire in their intimacy, the thrill of them getting caught was what made it even more exciting, for Lovisa, but he pushed it away, instead telling himself, that she really did like him, and her title and his job was just an obstacle in their happiness.

Twelve days had passed, when the two walked into the dining room, for dinner, Padme and Senator Rush Clovis were sat at the table, their handmaidens were where they were normally supposed to be, stood at the wall, waiting to be needed.

"Hello, Lovisa" Rush smiled at her. "And you must be the Jedi, looking after our beloved Princesses."

"I am, sir, senator, my name is Anakin, Anakin Skywalker." He introduced himself.

"What is he doing here?" Lovisa asked Padme, staring at the man.

Anakin subtly guided the girl to the table, and he sat down beside her, but made sure to keep his distance, like they normally did, around people.

"Rush was kind enough, to come see me." Padme told her, a warning in her eyes. "We just missed each other,

terribly."

"Its barely been a week." Lovisa pointed out, bluntly.

"Lovey, its nearly been two weeks."

"No, it hasn't." She shook her head.

"Yes, it has." She laughed, unsurely.

"Well, why did he come, why not Mother and Father?"

"Can you not be so quizzical, and just be happy for me?" She almost begged her little sister.

"You know, Lovey, I actually have a friend, that asks about you, often, He's also an senator, I would love to set the both of you up, with your parents permission, of course." Rush spoke to her, a smile on his lips.

Lovisa could feel the jealousy rolling off of Anakin, wow, he must be really serious about me, she thought.

She picked up her glass of strawberry milk, and sipped it, slowly, until eventually, she was just sucking air through her straw, making that god awful noise.

"It's all gone." Padme told her.

Reluctantly, she set it down.

"Rush, that will not be necessary, I have no interest in associating myself with anyone who has the power to fix issues that they act ignorant to, I have no desire to date, either." She told him, bluntly.

His face dropped.

Anakin wanted to impale himself on his own sword, when he had mistakenly made eye contact with Lovisa's sister, who had instantly darted to look at him.

She knows His head screamed at him. No, she doesn't, calm down, It also said.

"May I ask again, why are you here?" Lovisa asked "Senator Rush Clovis?" She made a point to call him by his full name, a reminder to him, to use hers, only people she cared for, got to shorten her name. Not even Anakin had called her that, yet, and she had his tongue in her mouth, more times than she’s ever even spoken to Rush.

"Well, Princess, I actually had something I wanted to ask your sister." He nervously looked around, as he scratched the back of his head. "If we could have some privacy" He looked to Anakin.

"The Jedi stays." Lovisa decided. "He is here for our protection, you know, someone is out there, after the both of us"

"Yes, well, I doubt anyone is going to attack you in here" He teased. "It is only I, and I can assure you, that you are safe with me."

"I haven't ruled you out, yet."

Padme continued to glower at her sister.

"So, whatever you have to say in front of me, you can say in front of my Jedi."

"My Jedi" Anakin's inner voice screamed.

"Very well." He cleared his throat. "Padme, my love" Rush then pushed out of his chair, as he stood in front of the oldest Amidala sister, taking her hands in his, then he dropped to one knee.

Lovisa's eyes bulged out of her head, as she watched what he was doing, he was taking her sister away from her.

"Will you make me the happiest man on the planet, and marry me?" Rush asked, opening a small box, containing a ring.

Lovisa hated that it was beautiful.

"Say no, say no, say no, say no, say no, say no!" She chanted, mentally.

"Oh, Rush!" Padme gushed. "Of course I'll marry you." She kissed him.

"Ahem!" Lovisa coughed, loudly, forcing them to pull apart. "Not only have you ruined my appetite. But you also leave me with a question."

"Which is?" Padme asked, annoyed that her younger sister was ruining her big moment.

"How are you supposed to get married, if you're to become queen, and you're a Senator? I'm pretty sure that's not allowed" She knew full well it wasn't allowed. “Are you planning on quitting your position?” She turned to the man.

"Funnily enough, we've discussed this." Padme replied. “With Mother and Father.”

"You have?" She furrowed her brows.

"Yes, and I decided that ..." She grabbed Rushes hand, as she took in a deep breaths. "I'm giving up my heritage to the throne, instead, I've also been offered a seat, as a Senator, so that I can still be involved in Naboo, Father offered me it."

"What?" Lovisa gasped. "But, Padme! You're next in line! If you're not to be queen, then who will?! It won't be in our family anymore, what will happen to the Kingdom, You're throwing your whole future away for what?! Some guy?! Being in love?! Why the hell would you even think about throwing your life away for a man?!”

"Lovey, The crown will still be in our family, because you will reign." Padme reminded her, "I'm passing over the job of being the heir, to you."

"No!" Lovisa stood up. "How could you do this, without even consulting me! I'm not fit to be queen! That is not my role. You were born for it, conditioned for it, I can't take your place."

"Well, you have to." Padme shrugged. “Father agreed, he’s already decided.”

"How long has this been planned?!”

“A while.” She answered, casually.

“What?!” She threw her hands up in the air. “You all knew, and no one told me?! Why would no one tell me?! This is unfair!”

“Because Mother knew this was how you would react, Father was planning to do it, but, I didn’t exactly know I was being proposed to, honestly Lovey, you are ruining my big moment, you’re being rather selfish.” Padme folded her arms across her chest.

They both had forgotten they were not alone, until now.

“I can't be queen, I've made too many mistakes in my life."

"Lovisa, You're 19." Padme rolled her eyes.

"I don't need judgement from you." She scowled, standing from the table. "Ani, Ahsoka."

"Yes, your highness." They both said, at the same time, following after her, each earning a glare from the girl, as they side eyed each other.

Next

[allthingsfangirl101]

Love Through Makeup–Joe Keery

Wattpad Request by i-am-a-addict

"Hey, Y/N!"

I turned around to see Joe jogging toward me. I shoved my hands in my back pockets, nervously chewing my bottom lip.

"What's up?"

"I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor," he said when he caught up to me.

"Of course," I shrugged. "What do you need?"

Four years ago, I got a job doing the hair and makeup for the cast of Stranger Things. I was fresh out of cosmetology school and the Duffer brothers took a chance on me. My specialty was makeup special effects but doing a show as intense as Stranger Things was a lot of pressure.

A lot of the makeup was CGI but there was still some that I had to do, especially on the characters that get dragged into the UpsideDown. After season one came out, people flipped. The show exploded and the makeup got more challenging. Season two, I was hesitant. When fans started freaking out about the makeup, I got more confident. Now I did a lot more than on-screen makeup.

"I have an interview tonight and I don't really trust the makeup team they have," he said. "Last time I went there, they used that horribly cheap makeup and I ended up breaking out right before award season. I could really use your help. You in?"

"Sure," I shrugged. "I can meet you at the studio or. . ."

"How about my place?" Joe immediately found a solution. "Maybe we can get dinner before?"

"I can't," I said a little too fast.

Joe and I have a kinda weird relationship. We started as friends. As the show went on and we spent more and more time together, our friendship turned a little 'flirty'.

"My mom is redecorating her house," I stuttered out the first excuse I could think of. "She needs my help choosing paint colors and fabric swatches. It's a whole thing. But I can meet you at the studio."

"Sounds fun," he said, sounding like he wasn't fazed. "See you then."

I turned on my heel and started walking quickly back to the makeup trailer. When I got there, I closed the door and let out the breath I've been holding.

The first three seasons of our show, Joe and I flirted back and forth. But this last season, things have changed. The harmless flirting seemed to get more serious. At least the butterflies in my stomach got more serious.

Whenever I do Joe's hair and makeup, all that one-on-one time with him, makes my butterflies turn into an entire zoo. The idea of going to Joe's apartment, and maybe getting dinner, made the zoo uncontrollable.

I stalled going to Joe's apartment for as long as I could. When I couldn't wait any longer, I grabbed the travel case of makeup I take on the road and drove to the address that Joe gave me. I shakily got out of my car and headed up to his apartment. I put down the case before knocking on the door while holding my breath.

"There's my girl."

My heart jumped into my throat at how Joe answered the door. I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I'm hurt."

"What?" He asked, his face dropping.

"Your hair isn't a complete mess," I teased, "which means you had someone else do it. So, tell me, Joe. What hairdresser are you cheating on me with?"

I sucked in a breath when he quickly grabbed my hands and pulled me closer.

"I swear to you, my perfect Y/N, I would never cheat on you. You are and forever will be my hairdresser."

"I'm touched," I chuckled as I slowly pulled my hands out of his hands. I leaned down and picked up my makeup case. "Should we get started?"

"M'lady," he said, dramatically bowing as he gestured back inside.

I teasingly curtsied before walking into his apartment. I followed him through his house to his bathroom. He sat on the closed toilet as he waited for me to finish setting things up.

Neither one of us said anything as I cleaned his face and put on his usual interview makeup. It wasn't much. Just enough to highlight his best feature; his eyes.

"There you go," I said as I finished.

"All done?"

"Look for yourself," I shrugged as I started cleaning everything up. Joe stood up, teasingly squeezing my elbow as he walked over to the mirror.

"Perfect," he chuckled. "You always make me look awesome."

"It's my job," I shrugged. I hated when he praised me. It made my stomach flip and my heart jump into my throat. I could feel Joe watching me but it took everything in me to ignore him.

"Still," he chuckled, "you came all the way over to my place on your night off just to do my makeup. Thanks, Y/N."

"No problem."

I was about to leave the bathroom, but Joe grabbed my hand. "I really appreciate you doing this, Y/N," he said softly. "You didn't have to."

"It's really not a big deal," I whispered, barely able to breathe.

"It is to me," he whispered. My breath got caught in my throat when his eyes dropped to my lips. I pulled away and cleared my throat.

"You should get going," I barely got out. "You're gonna be late."

                                * * * * *

Ever since my house call to help Joe, I've been trying to stay clear of him. Which is pretty impossible to do when your job is literally to sit in front of him and do his hair and makeup.

Usually, on Fridays, I use my mobile cart to go to set and hang out with the cast. This Friday, I stayed in my trailer all morning. Around lunch, I was reorganizing my makeup for the third time. I jumped when the door was roughly opened.

"What the hell, Y/N?"

I spun around, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw Joe walking toward me.

"What?" I stuttered.

"You've barely said ten words to me all week. What's going on? Did I do something? Was it because of the house call last Sunday? Seriously, Y/N. What's going on?"

"Nothing's wrong," I stuttered, still shocked by his sudden outburst. "I've just been busy. That's all."

"Come on, Y/N," he sighed. "I know something's been off between us. Just tell me what I did so I can fix it."

"There's nothing to fix," I said, my voice dropping.

"Look, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable by asking you to come to my apartment and do my makeup. I know it was odd but I didn't trust their makeup team. I honestly only trust you."

"Joe. . ."

"You can't say there isn't something between us," he said, dropping his voice.

"Well. . . I guess. . ."

"Is there?"

"I don't know," I stuttered. "Is there?"

We both opened and closed our mouths, neither one of us able to find the right words.

"Y/N," he whispered, stepping closer to me.

"Hey, are you guys coming to the bar tonight?" Maya asked as she ran into the makeup trailer.

I turned around and started fake organizing my brushes. Joe glanced at me before turning toward Maya.

"I'll be there," he said. He glanced at me and asked, "Y/N? Are you coming to our weekly bar-venting session?"

"I'll try," I said, not turning around. "But I'm still helping my mom redecorate her house. This week we're reorganizing her craft room. It's packed and full of things she doesn't even know she has. I'll be spending all weekend surrounded by crafting supplies older than me covered in dust bunnies as old as my parents' house."

"Sounds fun," Maya laughed. "Try and stop by."

As quickly as she came, she left. Soon, it was just Joe and me. I looked into the mirror to see Joe slowly turn toward me.

"Please come tonight," he whispered. "I'd really like to see you."

                                * * * * *

Against my better judgment, I got dressed up and went to the bar the cast was meeting at. The second I walked in, Maya and Natalia ran over to me. They grabbed my hands and pulled me over to the booth in the corner they already had.

I sat down, instantly looking up and making direct eye contact with Joe. He smiled softly at me as he handed me one of the beers the waiter had just brought over. That was only the beginning of endless drinks. Soon, I could barely stand.

"Y/N, are you okay?"

I turned around and gasped when I saw Joe walking over to me.

"There you are!" I giggled. I caught him by surprise as I threw my arms around his neck. I think I kissed his cheek.

"Whoa," Joe chuckled as he had to catch me before I drunkenly collapsed. "How much have you had to drink tonight?"

"I don't know," I mumbled drunkenly. "Enough to know I have to tell you something."

Joe laughed when I grabbed his face and smushed it in my hands. "Y/N," he said through smushed lips, "maybe I should take you home."

"But first," I gasped, "I have to tell you something. It's really really really really really really really really really important."

Joe reached up and gently grabbed my wrists, pulling my hands from his face. "What do you have to tell me?"

"It's really embarrassing," I pouted as I looked down. He gently used his finger to lift my head.

"You can tell me anything," he whispered.

"I like you," I blurted out. "Like-like you. Like I really like you, Joey. But I know you could never like me back."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because," I scoffed, "you're you, Joe. I'm just me."

I tried to walk away but the booze had gotten to me. I would've fallen if Joe hadn't caught me.

"Let's get you home," he chuckled. I cooed as he wrapped his arm around my waist and started leading me out of the bar. The last thing I remember was falling asleep in the passenger seat of Joe's car.

                                * * * * *

I woke up to the sun shining through my window. The second I opened my eyes, my head felt like it was on fire. I slowly sat up and looked around. I jumped when I heard something coming from my kitchen. I sat up, instantly hit with a wave of nausea as I shakily got to my feet.

I slowly moved down the hallway, too hungover to think this through. I froze when I got to the kitchen and saw the last thing I ever thought I'd see.

Joe Keery was standing in my kitchen, making eggs. He looked up and smiled when he saw me.

"There she is," he chuckled. "How you feeling?"

"Like a classroom full of kids is screaming at me while walking through a construction zone," I sighed as I sat at the counter. Joe just smiled as he grabbed one of my Tumblers and handed it to me.

"What's this?" I groaned.

"It's a smoothie," he smirked as he drank his own. "It's my dad's anti-hangover recipe."

"Do I want to know what's in it?" I asked, scrunching my nose. Joe thought about it for a second before shrugging. The smirk on his face made my stomach flip. That flip almost made me throw up.

I shrugged as I took a sip. Joe smiled at me before finishing the eggs. He grabbed two plates and split the eggs between the two. He then grabbed a fork and put a plate in front of me.

"These are my mom's hangover recipe," he said as he grabbed the other plate and sat next to me.

We ate in silence, my stomach nauseous for multiple reasons. When we were done, Joe stood up and started clearing our plates. He put them in the sink but didn't move.

"Thank you," I whispered. He looked up at me with a strange expression on his face. He pushed off the counter and walked back over to me. He sat next to me and scooted a little closer to me. When he still didn't say anything, I pushed. "Is something wrong?"

"What do you remember from last night?" He asked instead of answering.

"Drinking," I scoffed.

"Anything else?"

Of course I remembered everything from last night. I wasn't that drunk. Besides, one of my curses is always remembering what I did when I was drunk. I didn't get that luxury of forgetting.

I opened and closed my mouth, unable to admit it. Did he know? I don't think he was as drunk as I was. . .

"Well," I whispered, "I do remember something. . ."

I gasped when Joe leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and slow. Our lips moved in sync as we melted into each other. Joe broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine.

"I remember telling you how I felt," I whispered. Joe leaned back and smiled at me.

"I didn't get the chance to respond," he said softly.

I held my breath as I waited. Joe leaned in and pressed his lips back to mine. The kiss was deeper but we broke apart faster. When we pulled away this time, Joe had a different look in his eyes.

"I like you too," he whispered. "Like-like you. Like I really like you, Y/N. But I didn't think you could ever like me back."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because," he smirked, "you're you, Y/N. I'm just me."

"I think you're pretty great," I said, my face burning. Joe gently cupped my face as he leaned in and kissed me again. Our lips moved in sync, slowly deepening. We broke the kiss when neither one of us could breathe.

"Y/N, can I take you to dinner tonight?"

"Lucky for you," I whispered, "my mom doesn't need any more help redecorating."

[serendertothesquad]

Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Odd Ones In" Episode Followup, Part 3

And so we move on to Part 3, la-dee-dee, la-dee-dee.

Let's go!

I noted this before, but the fact that they now have a special effect for when gadgets are combined so that it makes a new gadget entirely is a fucking hell of an upgrade over the "stacking" we got before, so to speak. Keep it up!

Not gonna lie, I half-expected the man to whip out a fedora and throw it on his head and do the "m'lady" meme.

Opie being in the Mail Department before going to the Department of Help is honestly a move I was not expecting. Though it does make her promotion to the latter department make a lot of sense.

*slowly raises hand*

...

Are they lesbian mo- *bonk x3*

Had I not seen an ice cream shop in a garage with barn doors before, I'd have laughed at this and said this was insanely weird shit.

...Okay, maybe not for Britain...but still.

The audio balancing is so awful here that even I had to cover my ears. And keep in mind that I may have autism, but my hearing sensory issues largely ebbed away a good several years ago and things like vacuums don't bother me as much anymore as they did in childhood.

That being said, I'd scream if I were being served to people so they could eat me, too.

Keep hammering it in, episode, and maybe your audience's feeble minds will be able to comprehend it as real soon enough.

ONE MORE SHOT FOR "ASSISTANT'S CREE-EEEED", ONE MORE SHOT OF WHISKEEEEEEEEEEEY-

The fact that an Un-Scream-inator exists at all raises some very horrifying questions.

It also makes a wonderful prompt for a horror fic...and my gears are turning already.

See, this is amusing to me because Full Circle, a well-known fic in the fandom, had Olive and Oscar being given free meals for saving the world.

In a way...I guess you could say this makes that canon, even if it's just ice cream.

*the most bitter, fake laughter ever seen in man*

I can see now why he's associated with the Terrible Three. The bastard spins stories with enough skill to make it in fucking politics and denies a girl a chance for free ice cream when she just arrived in a new city.

But also, Orla was also involved in a pastry war, does not enjoy traditional cakes (at least not until later), and is one of the "living legend" agents I mentioned earlier. Thread's been cut, and fuck you and your scummy shit, Ozzie.

the man fakes his new friend having trauma from fighting in a war

she eats the ice cream anyway

The irony is rawer than freshly-cut steak.

...I'm sorry, I had to replay this at least five times to make sure I heard what I heard...

The Odd Squad History Book?

There's a fucking history book???

Then what in the ass-laden fuck did we need Olympia's eidetic Odd Squad memory for? What did we need Olive's little historian side for? What kind of ASS-BACKWARDS BOOK IS THIS.

I'm sorry, but I need them to rectify this yesterday because the only way they could possibly add insult to injury is to shout me out directly, and that has a 0.001% chance of actually happening.

Fandom, let's get crackin' on making an actual history book that's accurate. With blackjack, and all 13 living-legend agents!

"I'm Orli with an 'i', from Niagara Falls."

"Which side?"

"I- what?"

"There are two sides, no?"

"...The Canada side."

"Oh."

"Anyone who goes to the New York side is deemed unfit to serve."

"...Oh."

"You don't wanna know."

"No, I don't."

"It seems that all the oddness has been getting under control."

Suddenly the plot of the finale is making a lot more sense to me now. "Strength in numbers" is a very lost concept on this Director and her agents.

"Hold on, that thing was an egg?!"

Suddenly the theory of Opie not being here for very long makes a lot more sense to me now. "Failing a spot check" is a very lost concept on this agent.

Oh, this guy and his dramatic gasps...Lord, I love him.

If Ozzie thinks some random-ass agent named Orly from Texas is the best agent in the world, then do I got about 13 bridges to sell him.

And before I sell him those bridges, I'm knocking down the pedestal he's placed Orly on.

To be fair, she does have a point...but the girl is taking being in a new country a bit too casually for my liking.

You're telling me my dumb lil' American ass can land in Britain and be accustomed to it in the span of a few hours? Off you will fuck. No way in hell.

"Everything seems really quiet here."

Even if I hadn't read "and Captain O unable to help" from the synopsis, I would have already taken this as a red flag shoved into my eye holes.

Oh, the inverse dolly zoom! I don't think we've seen that trick before. Nice to see!

Onom's busy running in place telling them about the egg, and Orli, the cheerful innocent gal she is, decides this is a good time to introduce herself.

Bless her heart, and I mean that so genuinely it even hurts me.

Okay, I wasn't expecting the screaming and running agent-in-training in the background. That's a delightful touch and a great mix-up from the days of yore when background agents, for the most part, just existed.

It's...his name...IS SHORT FOR ONOMATOPOEIA????????

WE ESTABLISHED THAT WAS DR. O'S FULL-ASS NAME IN ODDTUBE FOREVER AND A HALF AGO HOW FUCKING DARE YOU.

This, folks, is why the staff needs fans on the team.

Let's be honest: if this episode weren't all over the place, this would have been a much longer gag than it actually is.

And frankly, I'm glad it wasn't that long at all.

Oh they didn't just seal her in an ice cube -- they sealed her in ice IN THE FUCKING ROOM OF ODDNESS.

For a newly-hatched creature, that is downright fucking sadistic, strong-ass Director or not. At least when Oprah was frozen in an ice cube she was fine. Same goes for Oscar, and same goes for the Mobile Unit agents.

Aaaand another shot of alcohol for "Dance Like Nobody's Watching" ripping!

...mmmmmthworldspsinnign...

Onom is easily my favorite character of the main cast and I haven't even gotten through the entire episode yet. The man is just vibing. He's a chill vibin' man. How can I not love him?

Okay, this is just as sadistic. It's trapping agents in rooms and letting them freeze to death, which is arguably worse than just trapping them unmoving in blocks of ice.

(On to Part 4!)

[immortality-becomes-you]

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chapter 4

Ziggy wore her hair up every single day. Eddie thought about that sometimes. Everything about her was always so pristine and proper that she literally wouldn't even let her hair down, sit back, and relax. He sat at his desk, leaning over his arms and looking at Ziggy sitting two seats over from him. Her head was tilted down to look closely at the test she had just finished in search of any mistakes she may have made. Eddie's eyes scanned over her appearance; a short skirt with black tights and thick socks that lead up to the plain ,white, long sleeved shirt she had tucked in. Her long braid laid delicately over her shoulder and hung at her collarbone, but it seemed as though nothing could sleek down her bangs that brushed against her brow bone. He knew that he was meant to be focused on his first big test after studying for weeks, but he had something else on his mind.

Ziggy stood from her seat and placed her finished test on the teachers desk and waited for him to run it through the scantron. Mr Miller valued education, but he was also a generally decent man. He simply gave Ziggy a thumbs up, letting her know that she had a passing grade. When a short boy with glasses handed his paper in and Miller sent him and tight lipped frown, he knew that he would need to make it up with extra credit. Ziggy had made it back to her seat, sitting softly as to not disturb the students still testing. She pulled a book out from beneath her desk and set it in front of her before turning to look at Eddie, only to find him already looking at her. His widened eyes made Ziggy furrow her brows. 'He must be nervous' she thought. She nodded her head softly and sent him an encouraging thumbs up. Eddie eyed her as her braid fell to her back. He swallowed thickly and met her eyes. Ziggy looked at the clock with a panicked expression and sent Eddie a wide eyed glare, tapping her watch to warn him of how quickly the time was dwindling. Eddie looked at the clock before hurriedly turning to the next page in his packet. By the time the bell sounded, Eddie had filled in the last bubble. The rest of the class, having finished already, shot from their seats and hurried out the door. Ziggy trailed behind them, swinging around the doorway and planting her feet at the hallway entrance. Mr Miller did a small double take as Eddie stood in front of him. On normal test days, Eddie would place his test on the desk and turn around, plopping down in his seat without missing a beat. He never cared to wait for his test score because he knew it wasn't good and didn't feel like dealing with the complete and utter weight of stupidity and failure for the rest of his day. When Mr Miller sent him a small smile with an exaggerated thumbs up, failure is far from what he felt.

Eddie loudly clapped his hands aggressively and turned on his heel, snatching his belongings from off the ground and bolting out the door. He pivoted to the right as soon as he spotted Ziggy standing there waiting for him, snatching her by the waist and pulling her into his body with a spin. Ziggy flinched at his abrupt appearance but gripped his jacket tightly with one hand when he picked her up and spun her, making her left shoe fall off of her foot and tumble a few feet away awkwardly.

     "I passed! He gave m- oh shit." Eddie awkwardly set her down with a smile and scrambled to pluck her shoe off of the ground as she stood on one foot, refusing to dirty her white socks. She smiled down at him as he dramatically kneeled before her, holding her shoe with both hands and a bright smile.

     "M'lady." He mused. Ziggy placed her hand on his shoulder and quickly slipped her foot in the shoe, nearly falling over when he shot up to his feet again.

     "Congratulations! I told you everything would be fine." She smiled brightly as he pulled her smaller hand from his shoulder and pulled her softly by the wrist, bringing her close enough to swing his arm over her shoulders and guide her down the hall.

     "My attempt would have been for nought without the help of you, my dear Cinderella." He squeezed her shoulder, lightly shaking her from side to side. Ziggy looked up at him with a grin. His smile hadn't faltered once.

     "No way, this was all your doing." He looked down at her with an expectant smirk. Ziggy's eyes squinted up at him, making his smirk grow.

      "What?" She spat, not looking where she was going. Eddie looked forward with a dreamy sigh, quickly pulling Ziggy to the side before she could run into someone before continuing down the hall.

     "Well, I think it's time for a celebration." Ziggy hugged her book tighter to her chest with a chuckle.

     "Yeah! Yeah, you should." She trailed off.

     "Oh I'm definitely celebrating tonight!" Ziggy's eyes shifted towards him through her lashes, confused at where this was going. Eddie swung his head down to look her directly in the eyes again.

     "Are you asking for my permission? Because I really don't care what you do outside of-"

     "I'm asking for your participation." Eddie finally stopped walking, pulling her with him to the side of the hall. It was only then that Ziggy realized that he had walked her to her locker. He let his hand fall from her shoulder, barely dragging it down her back as he dropped it.

     "Come watch us play." He smiled nervously as he leaned his back against the locker next to hers. Ziggy tilted her head in apprehension.

     "It's a Friday." She reminded him. "I spend every night, Sunday through Thursday with you. Now you want Friday night, too?" She softly teased.

      "I'm working my way towards the whole week."

     "I need to study."

     "It's Thanksgiving break. We don't have school for another week and a half."

     "I work."

     "No, you work Saturday and Sunday mornings." Ziggy slowly turned to him, resting a hand on her hip. Eddie sighed, pushing off the locker and taking a step closer to her.

     "I don't know." She mumbled.

     "Come on! I deserve a little treat! I've been a good boy-"

     "Yes, you've been a very well behaved mutt, but-"

     "So, throw me a bone." He put his hands on her shoulders, bending down to look at her. Ziggy looked down at the ground to avoid his gaze. Eddie's smile faded slightly.

     "Do you not wanna hang out with me? Or are you worried my band sucks or something?" Ziggy raised her head in alarm.

     "No no no! It's not that! it's just..." she trailed off, struggling to find the words. Her gaze wandered to her passing classmates, some giving her odd looks. Eddie squeezed her shoulders two times fast, pulling her attention back to him. He gave her a small reassuring smile.

     "You play at some bar, right?" Eddie shrugged, nodding his head with a smile, not seeing the big idea. Ziggy choked on her words for a moment.

     "I just don't know if that's, like, for me." She whispered, making Eddie lean in closer with narrowed eyes.

     "What, like, not your style?" Ziggy swallowed, nodding her head with a shift of her feet. Eddie chuckled.

     "That's fine. No one cares." He reassured.

     "Am I even allowed to be there?"

     "Sure! You're with the band." Ziggy's cheeks heated up at the thought. She still looked unsure.

     "Look, if you really Don't wanna go-"

     "No! I'll go." Eddie released his grip on her, stepping back with a smile.

     "You'll go?" Ziggy inhaled sharply with a nod. Eddie smiled widely, nodding his head once with a clap of his hands as he looked her up and down.

Adrian and Ziggy stood at their island counter. Adrian ripped a grape off of the stem and popped it into his mouth.

"This kinda seems like a date, Niamh." Ziggy threw her head back with a groan. She shut the fridge door and glared at her brother.

"How many dates have you been on with all of your friends in attendance?" Adrian looked up as if he were truly pondering the idea.

"I've never been on a date. Nor do I have any friends." Ziggy gave him a pointed look, earning a cheeky grin in response.

"I'm not entirely sure why you're acting like that's an accomplishment."

"It's a feat, at the least."

"You're missing my point."

"You have yet to actually make one."

"My point is if this was a date, it would just be me and him...but it's not! So, it's not a date." Adrian whined, flopping his head from side to side. He sat upright, holding a hand out to her as if he were halting her movements.

"If you start dating Eddie 'the freak' Munson and it somehow leads to you making friends, I demand inclusion." Ziggy's chest heaved with anxiety. She placed her hands on her hips.

"What time is he supposed to pick you up?"

"Seven."

"Niamh, that is literally the date time." Adrian gave her a knowing look before pointing to the clock.

"That was also fifteen minutes ago." Ziggy's hands dropped from her hips as she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I know."

"That it's a date or that he's running late?" Adrian chomped on another grape with an open mouth, accidentally spraying juice on her. Ziggy guffawed in disgust as her brother laughed and pointed, only for the both of them to freeze at the knock at the door. Ziggy sent Adrian a warning look before he launched from his place at the counter and sprinted to the front door. Ziggy squealed in anxiety, running after him. Adrian beat her there, swinging the door open with an obnoxious grin.

"Eddie Munson!" Adrian basically yelled, making Eddie flinch slightly, not expecting anyone but Ziggy to open the door. He smiled at the shorter boy uncomfortably as he shoved his hand in his back pocket.

"Hey..." Eddie trailed off, convinced he had never seen the kid before in his life. Adrian's smile dropped with the reality check as he nodded in understanding.

"Adrian." He clarified just as Ziggy came running into the doorway, pushing Adrian with all her might, which did absolutely nothing to move him.

"Ziggy." Eddie said, wanting to change the subject as soon as she appeared. She smiled up at him with tight lips and hopeful eyes. Adrian grew bored of the conversation and walked back into the kitchen to return to his fruit.

"Where are the guys?" She asked softly. Eddie's brows furrowed for a moment in confusion until realization dawned upon him.

"Oh! I haven't picked them up yet. Figured I'd get you first." He trailed off.

Eddie looked Ziggy up and down to find her in the same exact outfit she had been wearing earlier in the day. She noticed his slightly skeptical expression and anxiety washed over her.

"What? Is it my outfit?" She ran her hands down her body as if she needed to smooth it out. In reality, she needed to do the opposite. Eddie tilted his head to the side.

"Well, nothing's wrong with it, it's just...you look a little put together?" Ziggy angled her head down, looking up at him with pinched brows. Eddie shifted his feet, struggling to find the words.

"We're a metal band, ya know? You just look...seventeen!" He threw his hand up as if he had just found the perfect words to describe what he meant.

"But, I am seventeen."

"Well, yeah, but it's a bar."

"You said I was with the band!"

"But you don't look like you're with the band." Ziggy stared up at him with wide eyes. Rather than waste more time, she grabbed Eddie by the arm in a panic and pulled him into the house. He didn't even have time to kick off his sneakers before she pulled him up the stairs and into her bedroom, slamming the door behind him with a deep breath. Eddie looked around frantically before turning to face her again, watching her leaned up against the door, looking up at him with big eyes.

"Woah, what are we- what're we doing in here?" He nervously chuckled. Ziggy threw her arms up, gesturing to her dresser as if it were obvious.

"Pick my outfit!" She screeched. Eddie turned around eyeing her dresser in uncertainty.

"You want me to go through your clothes?"

"Yes! Hurry!" She pushed him forwards. Eddie stumbled a little before sighing and snatching open the top drawer. Ziggy yelped, jumping forward and sliding in between Eddie and the dresser. She slammed the drawer closed with her butt, looking up at Eddie with wide eyes as his arms leaned on the dresser handles on either side of her. He blinked down at her for a moment before a small twitch in his lip caught her eye.

"Not that one." She whispered, her breath fanning his face. He raised a brow, still smiling.

"No?"

"No." She shook her head with pink cheeks. Eddie tilted his head to the side. Ziggy inhaled sharply, her chest bumping into his from how close they were. She nodded her head at her closet.

"Start with what's on the hanger." She directed. Eddie turned around in curiosity before looking back at her pointedly, pushing off of the dresser with a shove and stalking over to her closet. Ziggy followed after him with nervousness. She lightly padded over to stand behind him. She rested one arm over her chest, the other bringing her hand up to pull in her lip. Eddie could feel her looming over his shoulder and looked down at her, still smiling.

"What?" She asked in a panic. Eddie chuckled, shaking his head.

"You are the least metal person ever." He mumbled as he shuffled through her clothes. With an amused hum, he pulled a denim vest from the hanger and threw it on the bed.

"This'll do." He smirked down at her before pointing to the dresser with raised eyebrows as if he were saying 'may I approach?' Ziggy nodded her head and watched him pull open the third drawer. Upon seeing pants, he closed the drawer immediately and tried the second drawer. He handed her a plain white t-shirt with an expectant smile.

"Turn around." She whispered. Eddie dramatically slapped his hand over his eyes for her to change tops, only taking it off when she gave him the okay. He then opened his eyes to see her sat on her bed. Eddie rolled his eyes and kneeled down in front of her. With a soft tap, he nudged her legs open slightly before harshly gripping the calf of her leggings and ripping them.

"Hey! What the hell?" She shouted. Eddie laughed, poking his cheek with his tongue as he continued to tear holes along her legs.

"You said you wanted to look metal." He shook his head as she stuttered. Eddie placed his hands on her knees to give himself leverage to stand to his feet, to which Ziggy followed. They stood with barely a foot between them as she glared up at him.

"Well? Do I look metal?" Eddie smiled. He twitched his head and looked down at his chest.

"Not quite." Ziggy watched as he carefully unhooked a few pins from his vest. He carefully wrapped his hand around the strap of her vest, lightly tugging her closer as her stuck the needles into the denim. Ziggy slowly looked up to scan his concentrated face. When he was finished, he ran his tongue over his lips and pulled the bottom of her top taught.

"Eddie?" She whispered.

"Ziggy?" He taunted.

"I feel like a poser." He looked appreciatively at her. Ziggy chewed on her bottom lip.

"We're all posers."

"You don't seem like one."

"I certainly felt like one today when I was taking that test." Ziggy's head lulled to the side. Her focus fell to the floor as she got lost in thought.

"Hey." Eddie whispered. He placed his hands on her waist to get her attention.

"If we get there and you're not feeling it, that's okay. We can always leave. I just want you to give it a try. You've just gotta chill out, " One of his hands slowly moved up from her waist to glide up her back. She leaned in closer, her chest pressing up against his. Her nose nearly brushed against his chin as she looked up at him with glassy eyes. She felt his hand move higher up her back, hiking her arm up slightly to rest on his shoulder as his bicep nestled beneath her armpit. He carefully wrapped his fingers around the elastic holding her braid together in the middle of her back and softly pulled it off, smiling as her hair unraveled and draped down her back in waves.

"And let loose."

March, 1986

Eddie and Ziggy sat in uncomfortable silence. The rest of the group had decided that someone should stay with Eddie and with the police undeniably wanting to question Ziggy, it was unanimously decided that she should be the one to stay. She stood anxiously by the window, swaying side to side as she kept an eye out.

"What're you doing?" Eddie's voice was like a jolt of lightning. She hadn't heard him talk to her in such a long time and she wasn't expecting to have to face him anytime soon. So, she chose not to. She kept her eyes out of the window, not sparring him a glance.

"I'm keeping watch." She bluntly replied. Eddie stood from his spot on the ground with a scoff.

"You're just planning on staring out the window in silence the whole time? Why did you even come?" He walked closer to her.

"Because they said the police are looking for you, Eddie! They think you killed someone!"

"So do you."

"No, I do not!"

"Then why won't you look at me?" Ziggy turned on her heel, not expecting him to be standing right behind her. Eddie's face went from angry to solemn. Her hazel eyes flickered between his and they both knew; 'this is why.'

"Your braces are gone." He mumbled, looking down at her mouth. Ziggy's shoulders trembled as she took in a deep breath.

"Is that the first thing you noticed?"

"No, first I noticed your hair."

"It's shorter."

"It's down." She almost forgot about the fact that she wore her hair up everyday a year ago. So much had changed since then. She worked through hundreds of headaches throughout her high school career just to look and feel respectable enough to be valedictorian. There were so many things she had done just for the sake of getting what she wanted.

"You still look the same." Her eyes scanned over his body. His hair was a little bit longer and he had more accessories added to his vest, but nothing else looked different on the surface. Eddie stared down at her intensely.

"I still feel the same, too." Ziggy blinked in shock at the statement that had a double meaning. He took a few steps back before turning around completely and walking to the other end of the boathouse.

"I know you didn't do kill her, Eddie." She reassured. He chuckled sarcastically, shaking his head.

"Is this one of those times where you lie because you know what's best for me?"

"No, it's one of those times where I tell the truth because I know you." Eddie glanced over at her front the side, balancing on one foot to pass the time.

"In fact." She took a step forward. "I'd argue that I know you better than anyone." He chuckled again at the bittersweet statement. Her face showed zero indication of humor.

"Can't argue with that." He scraped his shoes against the floorboards as they settled into another uncomfortable silence. His eyes ran over her body, focusing on her clothes.

"What's up with the outfit?" He asked. Ziggy looked down with a pinched face.

"What about it?" He raised his eyebrow at her legs.

"You're wearing shorts." Throughout the entirety of their high school career, Ziggy never wore pants of any kind. It was another example of her putting the most effort into everything she did.

     "I wasn't exactly planning on sleeping in a boathouse when I got dressed for work this morning." She joked. It was then that she finally let her attention float to their setup. Ziggy assessed the fact that it wasn't just a hiding place, but where she would be sleeping.

     "Where did you sleep last night?" Eddie stopped moving and stared at the floor in a daze.

     "I didn't." Her focus shifted to him in a haste. There was a lot about his story that she couldn't wrap her head around, but it was completely undeniable that Eddie had never been this shaken up. He was quite emotional the last time they had seen each other, but that didn't compare to how he was acting in that moment.

     "You should lie down. At least try." She pulled her bomber jacket off of her shoulders and rolled it into a ball, creating the best pillow she could and walking towards him. She pulled the tarp completely out of the boat and placed her jacket down, encouraging him to go to bed. He skeptically watched her. Ziggy nodded reassuringly.

     "What are you gonna do?"

     "I'm gonna keep watch."

[thatravenpuffgirl]

Fred found Hermione in the library, as he had suspected. She was sitting at a table in a quiet corner, a few books piled around her, one open on the table in front, her head crouched down reading it.

Fred walked up to the table, pulling out a chair - purposely making a lot of noise while doing so - which Hermione seemed to ignore, although Fred could see a slight smile cross Hermione's face as she kept reading.

Fred sat down, resting his arms behind his head as he leaned back a little. "You know Hermione, you look very unapproachable with your nose stuck in a book like that."

A smile tugged on Hermione's lips again, but she didn't look up from her book still, turning a page and trying to focus. "And yet, Frederick Weasley, you're still here."

Fred fake winced at the name. "Full name? Oh how you wound me Hermione Granger, whatever did I do?"

Hermione pursed her lips, finally looking up at Fred. "Well, you're disrupting me."

Fred put on a fake shocked face, dramatically flinging his arms and resting his hand on his forehead. "Oh, how dare I do such a thing! But would be daresome or foolish to even attempt to provide an excellent explanation for this awful disruption that you speak of?"

Hermione laughed, "Well, do go on with this excellent explanation."

Fred took a small bow in his chair, "Thank you, m'lady." He then scooted his chair closer to Hermione, leaning his head down to be more at level with her, and whispered. "You see, there's a simple explanation... I just wanted to be with my amazing girlfriend." at that, he leaned in more, kissing Hermione softly.

When Fred moved back slightly, ending the kiss, he saw the bright red blush littered across Hermione's cheeks. "You- you could've just led with that Fred." She squeaked.

"Oh, what would have been the fun in that, Granger?" He whispered,

~ a conversation I believe fred and hermione had at some point (sorry if my writing kinda sucks but I wanted to post it soo here it is I guess lol)

[dees-writing-corner]

three calls answered; one call missed - missed call

pairings: wooyoung x fem!reader; ? x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warning: none(?) i think, maybe a tiny bit of swearing?

word count: 2185

a/n last part's here! after a small delay, it's finally here @sssnowe thought I'd tag you, sorry for the long wait <3

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part 3

"Okay."  

Putting the last piece of clothing into the suitcase, I zipped it up and handed it to San.  

"Could you put that in the boot for me, please? Thank you."  

"You've got everything, right?"  

Turning to Yeosang, who was perched on the side of my bed, “Yes, I’ve got everything. Plus, if I miss anything off, I could just buy it over there.”  

"Good. Still can't believe that you'll be oceans away from us soon." 

"Don't be so dramatic, it's not like we won't be talking every day." 

Standing up, Yeosang and I made our way to the car.  

“Ready to go?”  

San slammed the boot shut before making his way to the passenger side of the car and opening the door.  

"M'lady, your chariot awaits."  

Grinning, I slid into the seat, "Thank you, kind sir."  

San shut the door and made his way to the driver's side, leaving Yeosang standing there watching us and shaking his head as he made his way into th back seat.  

"Please remind me why I'm friends with two nerds?"  

"Yeosang, darling," I turned my body so that I was facing him, "You're as much a nerd as us. If memory serves me correctly, we just had a Harry Potter marathon the other day. That you requested."  

Yeosang simply crossed his arms and looked out the window, "Fine, but you two really are nerds of a higher degree."  

Laughing, I turned back around and put my seatbelt on, watching as San adjusted the rear-view mirror.  

"Yeo, put your seatbelt on. I don't want you to fly through the windshield if we crash."  

"Yes, father."  

Snorting slightly, I turned to look at San, "Heh, father, told you that you were an old man trapped in a young body."  

I couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up when San shot me an offended look as he started up the engine.  

"Um, excuse me, I'm not the one that sits in an armchair with glasses on, hair pulled back into a bun and a blanket over my legs as I crochet or knit, am I?"  

I made a move to smack him on the arm before remembering that he was driving.  

"You're so lucky that you're driving."  

Yeosang laughed at our antics, "You two are reminding me of my grandparents bickering right now, so that says something."  

"Dude, you alright?"  

Hongjoong sat down next to Wooyoung, trying to get a better look at his face in the dim light of the bar.  

"Where's she?"  

Hongjoong leant in closer, trying to figure out what Wooyoung was saying.  

"Where's who, Woo."  

"Y/N. She's always here. Where's she tonight?"  

Seonghwa arched a brow, "Y/N? She's probably already at the airport with San and Yeosang right now. Her flight's at 3."  

"Flight?"  

Wooyoung lifted his head up, hazy eyes trying to focus on Seonghwa, "Where's she goin'?"  

"London. She's got a job offer there."   

Seonghwa frowned a bit, "Wooyoung, you know this. Right?"  

Wooyoung dug into his pocket for his phone, fingers struggling to put in the password.  

A few moments later, he brought the phone up to his ear. 

"The person you have called is unavailable, please leave a message after the tone." 

Wooyoung ended the call, frowning down at his phone. 

"I- I think I'm gonna go home." 

-meanwhile- 

"Okay, we're here."  

San pulled up into the car park, before reversing into an empty space.

"I'm gonna go get you a trolley."  

Yeosang went out as I let out a deep breath.  

Unbuckling the seatbelt, I stayed silent for a bit.  

"Hey, you alright?"  

I turned to San when I felt his hand on my arm.  

Smiling, I nodded, "Yeah, no, I'm good, just a bit nervous I guess."  

"Calm down, you're gonna do great over there. If you need any of us, just call. Not sure about Yeosang but I'll always pick up, no matter what time it is."  

Nodding, I hooked my arm around San's neck, pulling him in for a hug, "Thank you."  

"Hey, you two ready or what? Y/N has a plane to catch and if she misses it, I am not gonna be taking her to the airport at 1 in the morning again."  

Pulling apart, we both shook our heads as we got out, heading to where Yeosang had put the trolley and luggage.  

"Yeah, yeah, we're coming. Calm down."  

With San pushing the trolley ahead of us, Yeosang and I trailed behind him.  

"So, you sure you wanna go?"  

"I – Yeo?"  

Yeosang just shook his head, "I'm just making sure this is really what you want. I know how much you hate being on your own, plus," Yeosang wiggled his eyebrows as he bumped my shoulder gently, "I thought you and San were getting along pretty well."  

Laughing, I shoved him forward, "Shut up. It's not like that and you know it."  

"Whatever you say."  

Walking into the airport, we went straight to the check-in desk.  

Once I got the plane ticket, I turned to the boys, "Guess it's time, huh?"

Yeosang came up to me first, pulling me into a hug, "Take care while you're there, okay? Make sure you don't forget to eat when you start getting busy, 'cause I'm not gonna be there to remind you anymore, yeah? Try and de-clumsy-fy yourself as well, 'cause, once again, I'm not gonna be there."  

Laughing slightly, I pulled away, "Okay, don't get emotional on me now, I can see your eyes glistening, and I swear, if you start crying, I gonna start as well and it's gonna be one of those ugly cries."  

Turning to San, I tried to pull him in for a hug. The keyword is trying here because we kept coming in on the same side.  

Pausing slightly, I motioned my head to the right, "I'm gonna come in this way."  

Finally getting it right, San, squeezed me tightly, "Take care of yourself. And remember what I said, no matter when, just call."  

Nodding, I stepped out of his embrace and looked at my watch, "I better get going. I'll text when I land."  

Swallowing thickly, I smiled and waved at the guys before going through security. Trying my best not to look back. 

-three months later- 

Standing in front of the familiar wooden door, I took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. 

“One moment!”  

The door swung open, revealing a slightly dishevelled Wooyoung.  

“Y/N. What are y- Come in.”  

Thanking him, I awkwardly shuffled into the flat. Since the whole ordeal at the club, Wooyoung and I haven’t really talked.  

“What’re you doing here? I thought you were in London?”  

Wooyoung came over with a couple bottles of water in hand, placing one in front of me.  

“They started a company over here and thought that it’d be a good idea to have me over here than in London.”  

Nodding, Wooyoung simply stared at the bottle in his hand, glancing at me occasionally as an awkward silence settled between us.  

“Look, I know things aren’t good between us, but I just want to say that I did – I do want to be friends with you.”  

I opened my mouth to say something but was stopped.  

“Please listen before you say anything. I don’t think I’d have the courage to say this if you cut me off now. When we first met, you reminded me of Jaein, that was also one of the reasons I wanted to get close to you, I guess. And I’m so, so sorry for the things I did. I kinda realised after the night at the club that you definitely weren’t.”   

Wooyoung let out a short laugh as he picked at his nails, “Even when we were dating if I called her in the middle of the night, she never picked up. You knew everything and you still came, so thank you for that. I – I want to start over again. I hope we can start over again. As friends.”  

I was silent for a while before twisting my body to face him, a small smile making its way across my face, “Yeah. I’d like that.”  

Wooyoung froze for a second, eyes widening as he turned to face me, “You - you would?”  

Chuckling, I nodded, “Yeah, but if you mistake me for Jaein again, I’m gonna do much worse than pour iced water over your head.”  

“Okay, yeah, I – Thank you.”  

We were silent for a minute before I caught a glimpse of mischievous flash through Wooyoung’s eyes.  

“So, you and San?”  

The sudden question made me laugh, “What?”  

“You and San. Something goin’ on there, and don’t lie. I hear him talking to you in the middle of the night.”  

Blushing, I shook my head, “Okay, nope, nothing going on between us.”  

Wooyoung hummed in response, “But I think there is~”  

Wooyoung and I spent a good part of the afternoon catching up, waiting for San and Yeosang to come back.  

“Woo? You got company?”  

A voice rang out through the flat, “I thought you were gonna – Y/N?”  

Yeosang stood still for a second as he took in what he was seeing.  

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in London?”  

Yeosang grinned as I got up a hugged him.  

“I was, but they’re opening a branch here and thought it’d be better to have me working here.” 

Yeosang pulled back slightly, arms still around me.  

“So, you’re staying? For good?”  

“Yeah, I’m staying.”  

Yeosang laughed as he hugged me tighter, “Thank god, it was horrible without seeing your ugly face every day.”  

“Uh, excuse me?” I pulled away from him, “Ugly? You know what, I think I’ll go back to London if that’s the treatment I get from you.”  

“No, no, no, pretty, I meant pretty. How could you ever be ugly? I’ll punch whoever calls you that.”  

Laughing, I escaped his grasp, “So, where’s San?”  

“I’m not sure actually. He was right behind me when we got up.”  

Upon hearing Wooyoung stifled laughter, we turned towards him.   

Confused, I tilted my head slightly, “What?”  

Wooyoung pointed a finger behind us, “You might want to look towards the doorway.”  

Turning around, we were met with a frozen form holding shopping bags.  

“You alright there, Sannie?”  

Grinning, I made my way towards him.  

Finally snapping out of his daze, San put down the shopping bags and shut the door behind him, rushing forward to where I was.  

“What are you doing here?”  

San wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me off the ground slightly.  

Putting me back down, San pulled away to push some of the hair out of my face.  

“I’m here to work. They’re opening up a branch over here. I’m here for good now.”  

San reached a hand up, cradling my face.  

“So, no more late-night calls because you’re stressed?”  

Laughing slightly, I nodded, “No more late-night calls because I’m stressed. It’ll be late-night calls asking you to come over because I’m stressed.”  

San grinned down at me, “I wouldn’t mind that.”  

He dipped his head down, pressing a short kiss on my lips before leaning back to say something. 

Smiling, I hooked my arm around his neck, bringing him back.  

Okay, I didn’t really think this was how this visit would turn out, but it’s not like I mind. Over the last few months, especially when I was in London, San seemed to be a rather large part of my life. Even though he wasn’t beside me, he was always there for me. After so many late-night conversations, it’s hard not to fall for someone.  

“Ahem. I know you two are happy and all, but can you quit sucking each other's faces off?”  

Pulling apart, we laughed at how annoyed Yeosang sounded.  

Raising a brow at Yeosang, I couldn’t help but remember something, “I thought you wanted San and I together? No? I remember you mentioning something.”  

“I only said that in hopes that you’d move on from the man-whore next to me.”  

Realising what he just said, Yeosang opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Wooyoung laughing.  

“Oh? Me? I feel honoured.”  

Laughing, I playfully rolled my eyes at him, “Careful there, Woo, you’re still on parole here.”  

Raising his hands in surrender, “Whatever you say.”  

I could feel the confused glances of the boys moving between us.  

“I’m sorry,” Yeosang couldn’t help but ask, “When the hell could you two joke around again? Last time I checked, Y/N hated you.”  

Pulling San to the living area, “We talked a bit before you two arrived and worked things out.”  

Snuggling into San’s side on the sofa, I couldn’t help but feel content as I watched Yeosang and Wooyoung bickering.  

Feeling San press a kiss on my forehead, I looked up.  

“I’m glad you’re back.”  

Pressing a kiss on his cheek, I smiled, “I’m glad I’m back as well.”  

Resting my head on his chest, I turned to back to the random show we had on, happy to be back, and happy to be surrounded by friends again. 

[headstrongblake]

@thewholecrew; 4) our muses are hiking and the sender is tired so the receiver picks them up to carry them the rest of the way / kass & nick (probably a group hike lmfaoo)

hiking through the woods to reach this spectacular view octavia boasts about the entire way up is not exactly how nick thought he'd be spending his afternoon. especially when kass and octavia were the ones to bring it up a week or so ago. mentioning octavia wanted to show them all this look-out point she'd hiked to on occasions with blake. if he were honest, he expected a small wander through a forest and up a little hill. besides the handful of times hunter offered to take o off his hands or the times she spent out with her friends at the everheart cabin partying...he couldn't say he'd seen either kassy or octavia as the most outdoorsy type.

but with spring break ending, octavia would finally return to school since lin's crew had attacked her at the apartments, and he had to admit how refreshing it felt to hear octavia laughing as she tugged poor, tired looking kassy up the root-filled trail. while nick was satisfied with the outcome of lin's men, he still worried about the kind of mark the invasion would leave on octavia. still felt guilty for not keeping a better watch on her. for a moment, it was nice to witness her acting carefree again.

"kaaaaaasssy, coooome on, rev and alec are going to beat us to the top!" octavia complained, pulling on her bestie's hand as she tried to coax her up off a large boulder on the side of the trail. rolling his eyes, nick chuckled to himself as kassy dramatically announced this was as far as she could make it unless she had a little help. with a wink in his direction, nick's smirk grew. "guess that's me," nick nudged grant with his elbow before he widened his stride, making it up next to kassy and octavia in no time. "all right sweetheart, need a lift?"

"ugh, thank yooou," octavia said, letting go of kassy's hand in defeat before she bent down to kiss her best friend's sweaty cheek, "nick's got ya, see you at the top, baby," octavia grinned happily before turning back up the trail to continue her trek. as he shook his head, nick crouched down with his back to kassy, "hop on, m'lady, guess i'm at your service," he offered, quickly looping his arms around her soft legs as he felt her lean against him before he stood, hiking her up on his back a moment. "it's a better view from up there anyway," he teased, turning his head to catch a glimpse of kassy, "you all good?" he asked, smirking before he continued his journey to catch up with the rest of the group.

[shinysparklesapphires]

At your service M'lady

Chapter 1

cw: Royal au, mentions of war Barisapph mainly

"My Lady, you've rejected countless suitors already, when will you choose one to be your husband?" Navi, the royal attendant, looked completely exhausted, look back at the red haired princess sitting on her throne. "They all bore me. Besides, there's only one man I have my eyes on…" Sapphire had stood up from her throne to look out the window, where a certain blue-haired knight was sitting in the garden. "My Lady, we've been over this, you cannot marry a commoner like him.." Navi kept rambling on, but Sapphire just stared off at her love, not listening to a word he said "blah blah blah blah you must marry a noblemen, blah blah blah it's for the good of the kingdom, blah blah blah, besides, you've never even met him, blah blah blah blah-" "Sapph!" she was brought back to reality by Navi snapping a finger in her face. "you know it's rude to speak to your future queen like that Callidryas." "I don't care, you ain't queen yet!" he chuckled, earning him a light punch on the shoulder from Sapphire. "Anyway, I'm going to the flower garden, don't tell Pheebs where I'm going!" as she walked off, leaving Navi there. "What am I going to do with her?" Navi sighed. As Sapphire entered the garden, the man was already gone. "Hey Princess!" Sapphire heard a familiar voice as she entered the gardens. "Flori!" she turned to see the pink haired groundskeeper, who was holding a pair of shears. "Shouldn't you be like, choosing a husband or something?" Florianne leaned back against the gate. "It's not that easy, Florianne." "What do you mean?" Sapphire held her face in her palm, "Most Noblemen are pathetic scum, who only want money or power. They never talk about anything interesting either. If I get one more half assed compliment, I'm going to lose it." Florianne got down on one knee and extended his arm out dramatically. "Oh fairest lady of the fair, would you consider taking my hand in marriage forever and ever, stay with me, from dusk till dawn?" She snickered, "That was one of the cringiest things I've ever heard" "Thanks, I tried" Florianne giggled. "Hey, have you seen a man with blue hair anywhere around here?" Florianne thought for a moment. "No I haven't, sorry. I'll tell you if I do though," She smile at him and walked off. When she returned to the throne room she saw the blue haired man, along with Navi, who looked just as shocked as her. The man walked towards her, and kissed her hand, "Hello princess, from now own, I will be your personal guard, at Lady Pheobe's request." Sapphire glared at the little girl behind him, who gave her a cheeky grin. "Dammit," she thought. "My Lady, it's for your own good," Pheobe started, "Our lines of defense have been getting weaker, and you are our only heir, we can't risk it." Sapphire sighed, "Fine." As her new "bodyguard" walked her to her room, she got a better look at him, his navy blue eyes, his long silky sky blue hair, his- "We're here My Lady." she looked at the door to her room. "Ah, thank you…" "Baritone. That's my name." "Thank you, Baritone. Goodnight." "Goodnight My Lady."

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Chapter 2

Y/N POV Dinner ended and everyone headed to their dorms Prefects showed the first years around a bit. I entered my Dorm and changed into a comfy pair of PJs. "Hello, my favorite sister!" Samantha said as she dramatically entered the dorm with Pansy and Astoria walking in behind her talking quietly to each other. Pansy smiled and walked over to the bed next to me. "So. You and Zabini?" "What about us?" I asked her. "You like him." She says with a smile still on her face. "Who wouldn't like their friends," I say. "She didn't mean it like that silly," Astoria said as she was changing. "She means like like him more than a friend." Astoria continues. "I mean you two have gotten awfully close since the first year," Pansy says. I rolled my eyes "Like you and my sister?" I say back. "We will talk about those two another time but it's about you two right now. Please." "Fine," I say and I stopped what I was doing.

Draco's POV "Zabini! What's up with you and my sister." I say to him. "Which one?" He says back. "Y/N." "Oh, not much we're just close." He says unpacking the rest of his belongings. I roll my eyes "Yeah right I saw you two at dinner you think I haven't noticed you fancy my sister." "No, I don't." "Yes, you do its obvious. Many of us know this." "Screw of Malfoy," Blaise says. "No, you much rather screw Y/N" I sass back. "Shut up," Blaise says and throws a pillow at me.

Y/N POV "Why is liking someone so complicated," I say falling onto my bed. "I don't know people are complicated what can you do," Astoria says. "Can we go to bed I'm tired?" Samantha says. "Is that all you got out of this Sammy? Y/N is having a crisis right now." Pansy says. "Well don't get me wrong I was listening I'm just tired and it's not exactly a crisis if Y/N and Blaise are just being idiots and don't want to admit their feelings already." She says back. "Well I think all Sammy is trying to say is when you two if the possibility comes tell each other the truth and go from there," Astoria says. "Great talk night!" Samantha says as she turns off the lights "Samantha!" We yelled jokingly. "Oh shut up and go to bed, you idiots. I'm tired!"

Time Skip It was breakfast at the Great Hall and we were talking about our schedules. And joking about who was not going to make it through potions this year. "I'm most definitely not going to make it through positions this year," Samantha says. "We can all fail together," I say. "I mean we can cheat," Pansy says. "There is a charm on the quills so that can't happen," Samantha said. "Well damn, this year is gonna suck," Blaise says.

Time skip

The six of us walked down the steps that led to Hagrid's hut. "I can't wait to care for magical," Samantha said with excitement in her voice. "You're a total nerd, Sam," Draco says. "Am not." "Yes, you are. You and Granger are the only two people in this bloody school who like it here." He says back. "At least I'm passing my classes." "Hey, we are passing our classes," I stated. "That's a lie," Blaise says shaking his head. "We almost failed potions class last year." He adds. "But in our defense, potions is a hard class," I said. "Except for Sam," Astoria says. "Yes, thanks for all the answers," Pansy adds. "What would we do without you?" Draco exclaimed. "You would have failed," She says back with a smile. "M'lady," Blaise said to me as he held out his hand for me to grab on the last step. "What a gentleman," I said with a smile and grabbed his hand.

As we got closer we heard Hagrid saying "Come here come closer. Less talking if you don't mind. I got a real treat for you today. A great lesson follows me." We follow him a short while to this nice open area with nice green trees all around us. "Less chattering and form a group over there." He says and points to an open area. "And open your books to page 49." He adds before walking away. "And exactly how do we do that?" Draco asked him as he lifted up his book. "Just stroke the spine of course." He says to us as if it was obvious. With that, we all stroke the spine of our books. Well most of us. As we continue to walk we see Neville getting attacked by his book. Many of the students were laughing "Don't be such a wimp Longbottom." Blaise says as we walk by. "I think they are funny," Hermione says to Harry and Ron. "Oh yeah terribly funny," I say to her. "Really witty," Samantha adds. "God this place has gone to the dogs," Draco exclaims. Everything goes quiet and the trio turns our way. "Wait till our father hears that Dumbledore has this oaf teaching classes," Draco says slightly disgusted. This causes Goyal and Crabbe to laugh. "Shut up Malfoy," Harry says as he walks towards us. "Chose your next words carefully Potter. Those words might just be your last." I say. "Is that a threat Malfoy?" "No that's a promise." Draco smiled handed Samantha his bag and walked towards Harry. Draco looked up and pointed "Dementor! Dementor!" Harry and all the others turned quickly. This caused us to laugh and them and pull our hoods up over our heads on our robes and say ooh and have our hands out and wiggle our fingers. (I didn't know how to explain this scene lol.)

Hermione grabbed Harry and made a face at us before walking away. "You're supposed to stroke it." I hear Ron say as everyone starts to settle down and get ready for class to start.

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3 and/or 18 for the ask game?

3: this might be misinterpreting the question a little bit but dear fucking god i remember this one clear as day. it's about an nfsw x reader rpf writter sorry in advance ‼️

that's a screenshot of a draft i made right after seeing it. i was being really dramatic to be funny but have you ever had a "he would NOT say that" moment but with a real person?? BECAUSE I FUCKIN DID

i was just scrolling the main slimecicle tag and someone had made an UNTAGGED rpf mini-fic about charlie edging the reader with a vibrator. i have never felt more viscerally uncomfortable than in that moment im so serious. i normally block x reader tags whenever i enter a new fandom but ITS CHARLIE SLIMECICLE????? EVERYONE IS USUALLY NORMAL ABOUT HIM

then i accidentally stumbled down a rabbit hole of blocking charlie x reader writers (<- insane sentence to type) and i found a whole group of people who are dedicated to writing about chuckle sandwich?? there's an entire secret part of the internet i didn't know existed before that day. i also found a separate x reader fic (i swear i wasn't going out of my way to read them i was just making a personal blocklist for when i got home LMAO) where he called the reader m'lady completely seriously and i actually laughed i don't think that person has any idea who charlie slimecicle is and im low key very scared of them

18: THE FANDOM IS SLEEPING ON Q!BAGHERA!!!!! SHES SUCH A COOL GODDAMN CHARACTER I LOVE HER SM‼️ you people are just cowards smh /j

ALSO POMME!!!!!! she's a fighter through and through she could solo the whole server fr fr someone let that child shoot cucurucho