#hils watches love me love my voice

[hils79]

Hils Watches Love Me, Love My Voice - Ep 19

Ooh sharing a teacup. Very intimate

Oh my god I thought they were finally going to kiss! This is like reading a 500k slow-burn fic except the two characters started dating after the first 50k

I love that everyone else gets individual hugs but the cosplay husbands get hugged together because they are married

I enjoyed the vacation segment. I have no idea what the remaining plot is going to be

Oh, yeah, I forgot about this 'let's collaborate' request that definitely feels like a trap

I mean she could talk to Mo Qingcheng about this but I don't think she will because open and honest conversation is not the drama way

I love that Gu Sheng keeps getting these amazing opportunities because no one else is around. Like she's talented and deserves it but she's always the backup

Apparently he doesn't need to go back to the hospital now that he's back from vacation. He can just hang out at a photoshoot

My dude you are an abusive piece of shit and Mumu is quite happily married to his husband thanks

Didn't he hit someone when there was that angry crowd outside the hospital? Or did he just get hit? That feels like forever ago.

Wow that came out of nowhere

He's like 'even if my voice is the only part of me that you like it's better than you liking no part of me at all' THESE TWO ARE KILLING ME. Are we ever going to find out when he fell for her in the first place, though? Like he was definitely having a reaction to one of her old songs playing in the supermarket near the start.

IT FINALLY HAPPENED!!!

Oh my god has he got some of her lipstick on his lips

This is weirdly hot

I love them

Oh my god he's singing with a fake voice but still doing it flawlessly. I thought he was going to sing badly on purpose so people wouldn't suspect who he really is

Excellent now they've kissed once they're not going to stop

[jawritter]

His Good Boy

Summary: Jeff just loves to make Jensen suffer...

Rating: MATURE!!! THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY FIC!!!

Word Count: 710

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Jeffery Dean Morgan (I said what I said)

Written For: @spnkinkevents

Prompt: Free Space (Daddy Kink/Praise Kink/Sub-Dom)

Warnings: *whew, here we go* SMUT! Penatrative Smut, M/M, Dom!JDM x Sub!Jensen, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Control Kink, Light Bondage, Pain Kink if you know where to look, Cheating, Language. Orgasm Control. Shaming, Begging. (I hope that's everything, cause I feel like I'm missing something)

A/N: *chuckles to self while heavily debating on not posting this...* This is the first bit if Kinky smut I've written in a long time. So be nice, cause I've NEVER written this kinda smut before. Any who, this is completely unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine! Feedback is golden! Enjoy!

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"Please let me touch it, Oh fuck! Please, I need to touch it!" Jensen begged through gritted teeth, any pride or shame he had left had been thrown out of the window a long time ago.

His body was shivering, his thigh and leg muscles burning. Small beads of sweat rolled down his naked body, creating little lines of moisture that disappeared into nothing on top of his burning skin. His erect cock stood hard, red, and dripping between his legs. It was heavy, tingling, and full. He ached to touch himself as he watched it bob up and down seamlessly as he rode Jeff's cock in the same steady rhythm that he demanded of he keep pace to.

"Oh no pretty boy, what did Daddy tell you? You're gonna ride Daddy's cock until you cum untouched, and you're so close, to close to give up now," John said, his voice steady and even as his dark eyes watched Jensen bounce on his thick length harder, desperate and ready to fucking explode as Jeff tightened the grip he had on the belt that kept Jensen’s wrist tide firmly behind his back.

Jensen sobbed back a moan as his head lulled slightly, and he quickened his pace, his legs were twitching and jumping as he strained to somehow get himself off before he lost his goddamn mind while he all but rutted Jeff's cock deeper into his tight hole, adding even more delicious pressure to his prostate, and making his dick leak more as it twitched hard. Jeff moaned at the sight, damn near blowing his own load too soon.

"Come on Baby, you're not gonna cry and give up now are you? Such a good boy, taking my cock so well Jay. You're so fucking close, just let go, let yourself cum."

"PLEASE, HELP ME DADDY, PLEASE! JUST LET ME TOUCH IT FOR YOU!" Jensen pleased, and John's hips jerked forward, causing Jensen to be thrust forward and down again on Jeff's dick. God if he kept begging like that he was gonna make him cum in that pretty little ass of his, and he was gonna have his cum dripping out of his pretty little used hole, and into those expensive boxers during ops again. He's pretty sure one of the handlers could even smell it last time. The shame, that is...

Jeff continued to fuck upward unto Jensen as Jensen’s desperation grew, and he rode and rutted Jeff's cock into him with vigor, his whole body vibrating with pleasure and pain. It was a site Jeff would surely commit to memory.

"Shhhh," he hushed him, "Don't want Dee and Hil to know your Daddy's favorite little cock slut, and they're just outside that door there with your fans. Don't want them to know either now, be a good boy and cum for Daddy."

Jensen growled as his perfect white teeth sank into his lower lip, and his cock twitched again before cum, hot and white shot onto Jeff's bare chest, and Jensen’s body twitched and jerked above him as he finally found his release. The chair Jeff was sitting in creaked loudly, but he didn't care much

"God Boy, such a good boy," John moaned as he helped Jensen from his own cock and onto his knees, his hands still firmly tied behind his back. Jensen was so weak and pretty, his body still cock drunk and shivering lightly. What a fucking sight.

"Now," Jeff said as he stroked himself hard and fast right in front of Jensen's pretty, panting mouth. "Open up, and swallow like the good boy you are."

And he did, he was always such a good boy, next time, he was going to have to let him touch it.

Jeff moaned at the thought as he came into Jensen’s hot, waiting mouth, bracing Jensen’s jaw with one rough hand as Hilarie knocked outside of the door.

"Jeff! Baby! Have you seen Jensen? The handlers need him at autos!" She called, Jeff smirked down at his favorite little fuck toy while he worked to free his hands.

"Na babe! Haven't seen him! Maybe Jared has!" He called back over his shoulder, and Hil cursed as she marched off to find Jared.

"Now go clean yourself up, you have a con to finish, and when it's over, if you’re a good boy, I might fuck you again later."

"Yes sir," Jensen answered breathlessly as he watched Jeff slip out of the room after cleaning himself up and dressing quickly.

And fuck he couldn't wait to be his good boy.

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Mayblade 2023 - Day 4

Note: This is technically my submission for the prompt Sci-fi, you’ll find that word in there somewhere. Though I started writing it in 2020 or early 2021, when I received a dancing prompt request which eventually resulted in Chapter 8 and this piece being shoved into the WIP folder, until today! I read Chapters 2&4 of Life in Colour by @azikarue and felt very inspired to pick this piece up again, remember to check out this lovely fic as well 💗

[post divider by @/cafekitsune]

“Nice of you to finally show your face around here Tyson!”

The whole gymnasium paused and turned their heads to look at Tyson, and while usually, he didn’t mind being the centre of attention, right now the collective gaze of his classmates did make him feel embarrassed. But his annoyance with Chief’s tone and volume seemed to win over the former, sure Chief often scolded him during training and matches but this time the superiority in his voice coupled with the effect from the megaphone seemed to irk Tyson a little too much. Instead of responding with words, Tyson just faced him with a stoic look and it seemed to do the trick because a minute later Chief was hastily climbing down his makeshift throne and making his way to where Tyson and Hilary stood near the entrance.

“What I meant was, I’m so happy to finally have you be a part of our production.” Chief let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly in hopes that Tyson wouldn’t get too mad at him for his outburst earlier.

“Can’t say the same for myself,” Tyson muttered under his breath but Hilary caught on to it and narrowed her eyes at him.

“Anyway, the point is he’s here now,” she said as she turned to face Chief, speaking in her usual bossy tone that Chief had trouble talking back against, “and he has agreed to play the other lead. So, all our problems are solved.”

“Tyson will play the male lead?” Chief almost shrieked in surprise, turning the heads of many of their classmates, who worried that the director’s mood getting worse couldn’t bode well for any of them.

“Ouch.” Tyson raised his eyebrows, not that he was expecting his friend to be all gung-ho about his participation but the reaction was a little over the top even by his standards.

“No I mean, it’s great that you’ve shown interest in our efforts.” Chief retraced his words yet again, “But I’m not sure about casting you in a lead role at such short notice.”

Tyson wanted to tell Chief that their only audience was supposed to be a bunch of bored teachers and even more disinterested parents and students, that his production wasn’t going to be screened at Cannes or be eligible for an Oscar, but in much more colourful words, however, Hilary beat him to it.

“Oh for god’s sake, it’s just a school play.” She rolled her eyes at the hurtful look that settled on Chief’s face, “And it’s not like you have a whole pool of established actors to choose from.”

“Even if it’s just a school play, I have certain standards I like to follow.” Chief adjusted his glasses, his voice and hands both shaking out of the fear of talking back to the brunette, “And this isn’t Beyblading where Tyson can just waltz to the top without any effo-”

“Hils, I’d like to speak to Chief alone for a minute.” Tyson passed a steely smile in her direction as he grabbed the ambitious director by his shirt collar and dragged him out of the gymnasium with much ease, not waiting for Hilary to respond, he shut the doors and pushed his pipsqueak of a friend against them.

“Okay, now here’s what going to happen,” Tyson began in a low, threatening tone as Chief cowered slightly under his glare, “we’re going to stay here for about ten minutes, keep an eye on your watch.” Chief nodded in acknowledgement, so he continued, “Then we’re going to go back inside and you’ll tell Hilary how convinced you are by my acting skills and now love the idea of me being the lead.”

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I posted 1,472 times in 2022

95 posts created (6%)

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I tagged 460 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 131 characters

#also like how hil felt for him right away and then got annoyed or crestfallen at seeing her with another girl who isn't decidedly a

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Holes: D-Tent Aesthetic [1/9]       ↳ Alan / Squid 🦑

“Maybe my mom’ll stop drinkin’ and my dad’ll come home.”

32 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

#4

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37 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

#3

@digiweek Prompt 3: Recess / Humor

Let me tell ya, there’s nothing from this movie that tickles me more than the fact that tiny Terriermon knocked over an entire child just from walking.

48 notes - Posted July 28, 2022

#2

Another Holes head cannon - Sam wasn’t shot, he was lynched. We all know how a certain group of people like to sugar coat their doings. They burned down the school house with his body and that’s why Hector and Stanley ever see Sam’s skeleton.

Oh i totally agree with this! I've always wondered what happened to his skeleton because, if it were in the boat, it'd be found by then wouldn't it? Even with the heat and dirt and dust storms, something would be left behind. Though I imagine even Louis Sachar didn't want to be THAT traumatizing for realism's sake 😂.

50 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@digiweek Prompt 2: Sports Day / Relationships

“Willis, I’m not your pet, I’m your friend...”

I love this friendship/partnership so much that it’s (part of) the reason Terriermon is my favorite digimon. They just fit so well, I can’t imagine anyone else being Willis’ digimon partner. Maybe they would’ve bonded and worked well together but they wouldn’t have been the friend that Willis needed.

Time and time again Terriermon showed his unconditional love and loyalty to Willis as they spent years watching Cocomon get taken over by the virus and follow him around to try and stop him from hurting others while also trying in vain to find a way to help him. Yes sometimes Terriermon complained about walking, about the heat, about having to do everything alone but not once did he ever think about leaving Willis. It was his brother so Terriermon always had a stake in fighting, but he never left Willis’ side. They were friends, partners, and if Willis was going to do everything he could to help his brother, Terriermon was going to be with him.

It’s Terriermon that ultimately helps Willis realize he’s never truly alone and that letting others into his life isn’t a bad thing. That getting help and having others to lean on is a choice of the brave and not something to be seen as weak. That trying to do everything himself, that blaming himself and self-isolating wasn’t the answer. Terriermon was the right voice, the right friend for Willis to grow past his shame and guilt and accept others into his life.

No matter what, he would protect Willis, even going so far as to go one-on-one in a very uneven battle as a rookie vs a champion when running into Wendigomon in New York. Even then Terriermon held his own because Willis needed him.

Maybe it took a while for Willis to get out of his own head that his “pets” were more than that, that they were autonomous beings, but it was clear he and Terriermon had a strong bond. He cared for him (and Cocomon), played with him, ensured he had enough blankets to keep from being cold the night before the big Wendigomon showdown, allowed him to give his legs a break by carrying him around. In one view it could be WIllis doing the bare minimum, but having Terriermon around and wanting to keep him protected and safe and out of harm’s way so badly shows how much Terriermon has meant to him over the years.

And he was afraid to put the label “friend” on him because that meant he could be another one, another friend, that could be taken away from him too. But holding Terriermon at arm’s length was only hurting them both and they needed each other to learn exactly what being partners and friends meant to get them to the place where they could fight together and be a proper team.

But in the end they’re exactly what one another needed: a friend.

74 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

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[zelda-10l]

An Interesting Morning

So I haven’t written in awhile, but I love Durian (credit to @mightourge​ as always and their fankid) and Hilarion (my lil boy) And we’ve talked before on how they ended up getting together, so I wrote a lil drabble, 2.5k words, Hilarion’s pov, faintly suggestive but nothing actually happens, just detailing the events leading up to the kiss on the rooftop. Do hope anyone who reads it enjoys it! :>

He wakes to a rustle and faint groan from the spot next to him, movement and restlessness. He grumbles a bit in turn, his ear flicking lightly as he lets one purple eye open just enough to watch the boy next to him. Green fur and quills with tan markings and muzzle fill his hazy vision, seeing just as easily as ever in the pitch black room. He hums faintly, and yawns, stretching a paw out to grab the other around the waist.

“Duri, Ge’ back here..” A low whine slips through his lips as he tugs and pulls the other back down to cuddle again, rough with disuse and sleep. Durian startles a little, and looks down at him with an embarrassed expression as he gets tucked back into white fur. They both go still again and Hilarion sighs softly against the black ear pressed to his lips, utterly content with the snuggling after so many long months, pining and pining for a boy he never thought would be his. Hilarion never thought he’d say this, but thank Chaos for misunderstandings and how open both of their parents were about ‘safety’.

Then Durian shuffles again nervously.

“Hil.. Hil I didn’t tell my dads I was over here last night, I’m gonna get grounded!” A panicked whisper reaches his ears, making him hum faintly in response. Hilarion shakes his head a bit, bemused, and simply squeezes his waist before adjusting his wing to blanket them both.

“Durian, you can call them in a bit. Jus’ relax a bit for right now yeah? It’s still too early..” He says softly. Thankfully, his words have the desired effect, and Durian relaxes a bit in his hold before tentatively reaching a hand up to stroke the fur on his chest in soothing little rubs, hesitant.

“O-okay, sure, in a bit.” He stutters out, nerves still obvious in his voice and the tension in his body. That certainly won’t do.

“Duri, it’s okay to relax, I told you, we can test it out and see how it goes. If you don’t like it, no hard feelings, but don’t keep ignoring your wants.” Hilarion coos. He lets an eye peek open again and look down at the flustered expression buried in his chest, a faint smile edging on his lips at the sight. A soft noise is his only response, claws combing through his fluff a bit more confidently and causing a light shiver down his spine. He lets his eyes fall closed again, deigning to cuddle while he wakes up

It was definitely a slight mistake to cuddle instead of getting up when he woke.

Here he is, completely squished under his (hopefully) new boyfriend, and debating whether waking him is the best course of action so he can go wash up. Hilarion can already hear his mom in the kitchen, and that means dad surely isn’t long to wake either, and neither of them know Durian is over either right now. And yet, when he moves to stretch his cramping wing, he’s met with a soft whine and a nuzzle so sweet he almost melts right back into place. Karma sure is quick, isn’t it?

“Duri, come on, let me get up, it’s almost 11..” He tries to encourage again for the 4th time, stroking his own claws through wildy quills lightly. They’re so soft despite the obvious dirt and little leaves he gets stuck in them when they run around the forest and city outskirts, such a soft and yet energetic color of green. Cute.

A little wiggle and grumble escapes the sleepy quilladillo in turn. And yet another sigh escapes Hilarion’s lips, since he can definitely feel the pins and needles starting in his legs already.



He only waits another moment before trying another tactic, gently grabbing Durian around the middle and trying to carefully roll him off with little disturbance. But, it seems he still hasn’t paid enough for his hubris, as Durian simply hugs him tighter in response and buries closer.

“If you wanna move you’re gonna have to push me off.” Durian mumbles against his fur, causing another shiver at the feel of his lips against the sensitive area. Hilarion groans softly and rolls his eyes lightly, listing his options in his head again. He can, of course, push Durian off and hear about it for the next week minimum. He can continue laying in bed, risking Scourge and Mighty panicking and calling his parents and causing yet another misunderstanding panic. Or..

Taking a deep breath and letting his unholy energy seep from his limbs, Hilarion adjusts his hold and scoots Durian up higher. Then, just before the boy can pull away and question him, he shifts his feet and promptly stands with Durian hugged to his body. A semi muffled shriek sounds from the bundle in his arms, and Durian flails a bit before hugging his neck with a startled expression and pure red face.

“WHAT THE HELL?? THAT’S NOT FAIR, YOU CAN’T DO THAT!” He squirms and quickly avoids Hilarion’s eyes, embarrassment rolling off of his tense frame. Hilarion just snorts and moves to grab Durian’s phone from the nightstand, his lips turning up in a wide grin that he knows shows his fangs just wonderfully.

“Well, I asked you plenty to get off-” He tries to tease, adjusting his hold onto one arm, just to be interrupted by another flustered squeak.

“I DIDN’T KNOW YOU COULD PICK ME UP!!”

“Why couldn’t I? You know I’m strong Duri, it’s not that difficult with how small and cute you are~”  The quilladillo tries to hide his face against Hilarion’s shoulder then, but he can still hear the racing heart and wagging tail betraying his emotions. “Regardless, I’m going to go take a shower and comb my fur, you call your parents and let ‘em know you’re here, yeah? Don’t wanna give them a heart attack when they see your empty room.”

That causes him to reveal his face again, embarrassment pushed aside in the fear of being punished for sneaking out.

“Shit, I forgot to do that!! Ugh- I’m so dead..” Durian shifts and looks around wildly, eyesstruggling to adjust to the darkness of the room thanks to the blackout curtains covering the windows. Hilarion just presses his phone into his chest lightly, waiting for him to grab it and turn on the screen to see. The shy thanks he gets in turn certainly makes up for the morning's dilemma, and he doesn’t miss the way Durian’s gaze quickly flickers over his own messy fur with desire and awe. He then moves to gently set him back on the bed.

“I’ll be back in a bit, don’t get too anxious and just tell them we had to talk. That’s it, alright?” Hilarion speaks softly, letting his fondness slip into his tone. Durian quickly nods and fumbles to open his contacts as Hilarion moves away, turning on his lamp with a faint hiss at the bright light before turning and ducking into his attached bathroom.

The soft sounds of conversation flit past his ears as he slips into the hot water, stretching and groaning at the light cramps here and there from his awkward sleeping position. He carefully rubs the back of his neck as he goes about his morning routine, humming faint tunes to himself as he goes. To think such silly misunderstandings could lead them here..

It started a few months ago when Hilarion fed from Durian, as had become a regular occurrence. He had taken some blood to sate his vampiric thirst as always, and due to Durian’s recent insistence, had taken from his neck. However, he must have taken just a little too much, as the next morning Durian had forgotten to bandage it before going down to the kitchen where his parents had been waking up fully themselves. Scourge noticed it near immediately, and Durian, so bad under pressure, told him it was a hickey before trying to hide back in his room and ignore it. They were just very close childhood friends at the time, and Durian wanted nothing more than to make sure he didn’t get sick when he hadn't had the chance to hunt yet.

Unfortunately, Scourge immediately took the lie at face value, and he and Mighty constantly tried to reassure Durian it was alright if they were dating and asking questions. Durian tried to ignore it again, too afraid to risk them getting worried about Hilarion’s vampire nature, but in small towns the word spreads fast, and with Hilarion always coming to pick up Durian, taking him to lunch and playing his guitar for him, it didn’t take long for everyone to assume they had gotten together somehow. Hilarion himself was a little selfish, and simply didn’t deny any of the rumors, letting Durian decide that on his own

Who decided to break up with his then girlfriend, and try to yet again ignore his own feelings. They became glaringly obvious soon enough to Hilarion after knowing him so long. The lingering stares, the zoning out, the constant red flush that seemed to have taken residence on his cheeks, he seemed to consider the idea and find he liked it, and yet was too shy to try and ask.

It all culminated in Durian telling him yesterday that he couldn’t feed from him anymore. That in of itself might not seem that bad, but it was Durian himself who insisted on it in the first place, and then pushed for feeding from the neck instead of the wrist as it was ‘more comfortable’. As such, he panicked a bit, he’ll admit, and called Durian to try and make sure he was alright and hadn’t hurt him somehow. When he couldn’t explain himself, they decided to meet on the roof of Hilarion’s home, at maybe 10 pm, where no one could hear or see them.

He got a confession of sorts in the end, that Durian liked him too but felt bad that he dragged him into such a mess and thought he’d failed him somehow. It had taken a good half an hour at least to calm him down, and even more to truly talk and figure things out for themselves. Hilarion ended up stealing a kiss from him just before they went back inside, and the dazed look he got in return is something he’ll certainly keep for later. Then they were both so tired they simply fell asleep together in Hilarion’s bed, and cuddled up at some point in the night.

It truly is unfortunate how much struggling Durian had to do to get to this point, but Hilarion is still plenty pleased with the results. He’s been pining from afar for over 2 years now since he wasn’t sure if Durian even liked men in the first place, and it seems he was right in assuming Durian didn’t know either. Oh well.

Shutting off the water and toweling his fur dry, Hilarion quickly goes about brushing and styling his fur and quills to be actually presentable. Chaos forbid he give his mom any more reason to suspect they were up to something last night.

He finally fixes his favorite moon charm in his quills and puts in his earring before slipping back into the bedroom, finding Durian still on the bed messing with his phone full of awkward energy. He sees the other perk up and immediately look back, eyeing him in a bad attempt to be subtle. Hilarion gives another warm smile in return as he pats over.

“Sooo, how did that go? You ready to get up and have breakfast now?” Hilarion says, sitting beside him and leaning back on his hands. Immediately Durian reaches over and runs a hand through the fur he just finished fixing on his chest, ruffling it back up.

“‘Bout as well as it could, but I bet they got the wrong idea again even with me insisting it was nothing..” Durian trails off, his ears flicking back a bit as he scoots a little closer and leans against Hilarion’s side, almost hiding again. Hilarion’s wing shifts and wraps around him, blanketing him again as he leans down to quickly peck Durian’s cheek and watch him turn red again. Chaos he can be so adorable sometimes, it’s no wonder he fell so hard.

“Oh well, we should go ahead and take you back soon so you can get cleaned up and dressed. And no, don’t give me that look,” Durian huffs and looks away then, pouting. “You need to take a shower. And rebandage your leg too, I don’t want you getting an infected cut from something so pathetic as a scrape on the pavement.” Hilarion finishes, tone matter of fact as he runs a hand lightly down Durian’s back. His body shivers before he gives a light glare and moves to get up.

“It ain’t pathetic! Not my fault they put stupid half steps in the road on the way here, I didn’t make ‘em!” He huffs, putting his hands in his jacket pockets. Hilarion snorts lightly as he follows him to the bedroom door, pushing it open and stepping down into the main room. His mother’s voice cuts in before he can retort.

“Well, you two boys have fun last night~?” Violet coos. The pair jump a bit and flush before turning to where the hedgehog stands at the stove, a smirk on his face and knowing look in his eye.

“Oh.. shit.. Does Violet know we kissed? Is the cut on my lip obvious??” He hears Durian whisper in yet another panic, trying to be quiet. And yet, Violet just laughs as he sets aside the pan with his veggies aside, quickly coming over and giving them both a light ruffle of their quills.

“Maybe you should sit and have breakfast before you go anywhere and I won’t tattle on you, huh?” Violet grins at them, his tail wagging lightly as he then gestures to the table where two plates already sit. He can really never get anything past his mom, can he?

Hilarion shakes his head a bit before grabbing Durian by the waist (He can do that now, right? It’s perfectly acceptable.) and going to tug him over to the two stools there, giving a huff as he hears Violet giggle again before going back to the countertop. He can see Durian turn bright red to the ears as they sit down, still shy and easily embarrassed as ever, and staring at his feet. A light nudge is all it takes to make him put his attention on the premade food instead, and Hilarion lets himself smile again as he lays a hand on Durian’s hip.

Quite the interesting morning, but hopefully not the last time he wakes to such a cute face.

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Forever and Always | Bakugou x Reader

summary: "And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called. And then I feel so low I can't feel nothing at all. And I flashback to when he said forever and always."

w/c: 2.1k

warnings: angst

a/n: i cried while writing this.

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Eijirou's body is amazing; scultped abs, hard chest, chiseled arms and such broad shoulders. You watched as he did pull ups in front of you, with his back facing towards you. He lets go of the bars, turning around, smiling as he extends his hand. "Babe, can you pass me my towel please?"

"Babe, can you pass me my towel please?" Katsuki asks, sweat dripping down the side of his head, trailing down his neck, collar and chest before getting absorbed in his black tank top.

You throw him his towel, standing up from the bench. You lean forward, standing on your tippy toes to press your lips against his. The blond chuckles breathily, pouting a little, pressing his lips against yours.

Butterflies swarmed your tummy and you feel your heart skip a beat. This always happened whenever you kissed Katsuki. No matter how many times you've kissed him and no matter how long the both of you had been dating, he never failed to give you butterflies.

You feel someone step in front of you, snapping you out of your daze. You blink, looking up at the red head who's now taking his towel on his own.

"Ah, sorry babe. What were you saying?" You ask to which Eijirou shakes his head at. "It's okay, I got it." He wipes the sweat off his face, smiling brightly at you.

"Anyway, do you wanna go to that old ice cream parlor beside here? They don't have new flavors since like five years ago but I thought you might like a cone."

"I wanna go to that ice cream place beside the here." You pout, disregarding just how sweaty your boyfriend was as you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. "That's a bad habit, idiot. Stop pigging out right after hitting the gym." He laughs, flicking your forehead to which you knit your eyebrows at.

"Oh come on! They have a new flavor called 'blueberry cheesecake'! We should totally try it!" You whine, watching as your boyfriend packs his things in his gym bag. "You've eaten a blueberry cheesecake before, haven't you? Just imagine that but colder."

Despite what he said, he opens the door to the ice cream parlor for you. Sweat gone, the both of you had showered and changed your clothes before entering the cozy ice cream parlor.

The both of you sit by the window, looking out and enjoying the beautiful scenery of the mountains right behind the store.

You look back at your boyfriend who's sitting right in front of you, supposedly to tell him about the pretty bird you just saw, but stop once you saw how pretty he looked when he wasn't frowning or yelling.

Calm, softly smiling Katsuki Bakugou looking out and appreciating the beauty of nature. Your heart throbbed at the thought of how lucky you are to have him. Despite his harsh and loud nature towards others, he always gave off a different vibe when it came to you. He was much gentler, more careful with his choice of words and his actions.

His eyes flick towards you and he raises a brow. "Take a picture, it will last longer."

You smile, opening up your gallery to show off the many, many pictures you have of him stored in a secret album. You smile cheekily at him, "Already have a ton, thank you very much."

Katsuki smiles, chuckling as he shakes his head. "Idiot."

"Babe? You okay? You've been out of it since I asked you to hand me my towel, did I say something wrong?" You snap out of your daze once again, cursing at yourself. You look up at your boyfriend, smiling as you shake your head.

"I'm sorry, I think I need to head home and sleep. You have a meeting an hour from now, right? You should go." You press a kiss against Eijirou's cheek, smiling at him. "I'll wait for you at home."

You walk out of the gym, bag on your shoulder as you take a deep breath of fresh air in. You look up at the sky, frowning to see them all gray and cloudy. You begin walking down the road, looking around you.

The stores from before hadn't change at all. Especially-

"Ah! If it isn't my dear Y/n! Will you buy your usual caramel ice cream today too?" The old lady who runs the ice cream shop chirps at you, hands shaking as she grabs onto her cane to prevent herself from falling over.

"Granny! You know you can't be walking around, the doc said so!" Her granddaughter's voice is filled with concern as she places a hand below granny's elbow and on her back. She looks up at you, smiling apologetically.

"Sorry, I guess Alzheimer's also makes her forget she can't walk properly now?" She jokes, chuckling awkwardly. You smile, bowing your head.

You walk right past the ice cream parlor, oblivious to granny's pout to your declination of her invite. You stuff your hands in your pocket, looking up at the sky as you sigh. Before you know it, your gaze falls upon the top of your apartment building.

"I'm home! And guess what I got you!" You chirp, entering your apartment as you hold the white plastic bag full of food in your hand. The sound of quick padded footsteps make you giggle as you set the bag oncthe counter.

Katsuki appears right in front the kitchen, excited eyes and a wide grin across his face making you laugh. He quickly rummages through the contents of the bag, yelling in excitement as he pulls out a red ramen cup.

"Hell yeah, extra spicy!" He cheers, running over to you to pull you into a tight hug. "Thanks babe!" He presses multiple kisses on the top of your head before pulling away to start boiling his water.

"Hey! It's not even dinner time yet!" You jokingly frown, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You loved Seeing Katsuki like this; all bubbly and cheery and excited. Such a sweet and bright soul, you come to a conclusion that yes, you are definitely going to love this boy forever.

You walk right past the kitchen, body feeling heavy as you make your way inside your shared bedroom. You drop your bag onto the carpeted floors and find your legs leading you towards your walk-in closet.

You bend down, pulling out a locked box from underneath your hung clothes. You sit on the floor, pressing on the code to unlcok the box before pulling the lif open.

The contents inside caused your heart to clench.

Butterfly pins.

"Idiot, what are you doing?" Katsuki frowns, tilting his head up to look at you. Your brows knit together as you push his head back, forcing him to face front. "I'm making your hair pretty!" You huff, clipping on the butterfly pins onto his hair.

"My hair's already damn pretty even without the stupid hairpins!" He argues.

"Then I'm making it prettier so sit still!"

"Tsk," Katsuki rolls his eyes, "Then you better do an amazing job. Don't mess up, idiot."

"That'll be pretty hard to accomplish if you keep moving your darn head like that!"

"Hah?! What did you just say to me?!"

Sumigadawa Fireworks Festival Polaroid

"Quit tugging, idiot!" Katsuki yells but remains ignored as you push through the crowd. The fireworks display was going to start soon but you wanted to enjoy a Taiyaki as you watched the display.

You jump excitedly in place, still tugging at your boyfriend's sleeve as you pointed as the sweet snack. Katsuki sighs, pulling out his wallet. The both of you end up buying two pieces, one for each of you.

As you move to start going back to where the field was, Katsuki pulls you back. You lift a brow at him and he begin pulling you to the opposite direction, now it was him dragging you.

"Suki, where are we going? The fireworks display will start soon!" You yell through the loud crowd of people. "Tsk. I know, idiot. Just trust me!" He yells, as he continues pulling you towards a place with a bunch of trees. The two of you walk up a hil for quite some time and as you reached the top, you're panting and you can feel your back dampening at the sudden work out.

"What the heck are we-" The sound of fireworks cut you off. You immediately turn to your right, following the direction of the sound. Your eyes widen as a clear view of the fireworks explode in front of you.

As you stare up at the brightly colored night sky in awe, Katsuki smiles at your dumb face. The colors of the fireworks lit your face ever so beautifully. How did he get so lucky to have you?

Your hand grabs onto his arm as your other one points up at the sky, "Look! Look! That one's pretty!" You point at a pink one slowly disappearing into the night sky.

"Hah! Bet I can create better ones." Katsuki shows off.

"Oh really? Prove it."

And just like that, he opens his palm in front of you a small explosions are created, just like the fireworks. You smile, watching it was similar to watch a snow globe after shaking it.

As your eyes continue to watch Katsuki's mini fireworks, he oulls you out of your daze by cupping your cheek. You look up at him, raising your brows before smiling, leaning in.

His lips are soft, sweet and warm. You never want to part from them.

A Promise Ring.

/"Why won't you fucking listen to me?!" You yell from the top of your lungs, feeling them burn as your tears scortched your cheeks.

"There are already enough heroes out there! You don't need to go-"

"I need to, Y/n! God fucking dammit I need to! Because I'm a hero! Because it's my job, it's my duty to keep people safe. To risk my life keeping you all safe!" Katsuki yells back, slamming his suit case close as you stand there in front of him, weak and helpless.

"Izuku said your chances of surviving the war would be-"

"Baby, baby, look at me." Katsuki shushes, cupping your cheeks. He wipes your tears away as he looks into your eyes, red orbs looking back at you. Soft, gentle and hurt red orbs look back at you. "I'll be fine." He whispers.

You place your hands on top of his, closing your eyes as you let your tears fall, your lower lip shaking as you let out an unever breath. Katsuki presses his lips on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you.

"Take off your ring." He says, pulling away from the hug. You do as told, face still flushed as you haven't finished crying yet. With shaky hands, you take off your ring.

"Look inside it." Katsuki mutters.

You do as told, feeling your heart clench in your chest.

"What does it say?" He asks.

"Forever and always."

You sob on the floor, bringing your legs up to your chest as you recall the feeling of your world crushing the second you heard the news from Izuku.

Your body grew heavy as you fell to your knees, your tears streaming down your chest at his pained expression. He crouches down, placing a hand on your shoulder. You sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed, so loud your throat hurt.

Katsuki was your world. He meant everything to you. Now that he was gone, what do you have left to lose?

"He promised me!" You yell from the top of your lungs, "He promised to call me as soon as he was done! Why didn't he call?! Why hasn't he called yet?!" Your head throbbed as Izuku's geip on your shoulder tightened.

It wasn't just you who had lost a loved one, him and all your other friends, too. You banged your fist against your chest as you sobbed heavily, finding it difficult to breath, to take in the information that Katsuki was gone.

"I told him! I told him not to go!" You yelled right at Izuku, holding onto his shoulders. "Katsuki! My Katsuki! He's gone!" The pain you felt is unbearable, it's something you can't understand, it's something you never want to experience again.

"You promised me, forever and always!" You yell from the top of your lungs. "Where are you now? Why aren't you beside me? Where's my forever with you?" You sobbed, your tears streaming down your cheeks uncontrollably.

As you cry out your frustrations and anguish in one room, Eijirou sits in another room, face wet with his tears as he blubbered in the memory of his best friend.

It's times like these that you agree to David Jones; life went on, but it was never the same again.

[mommymooze]

Angelic Vision

Claude x Reader

Angelic Vision

“You look like an angel. Have you come to take me to heaven?“ Claude lies on the ground, the back of his hand across his brow.

“No, but when I pull that arrow out of you it’s going to hurt like hell.” You say as you put your knee on his chest and with both hands pull the arrow back out of Claude’s shoulder.

“Yeeowch!” Claude hollers.

You then pour healing magic into his shoulder, feeling the muscles weaving themselves back together. You stand up reaching out your hand for his other hand to help Claude up from the ground.

“Go easy on it. If you reinjure it, go find Marianne because I’m not going to fix it again.” You tell him before running off to the next injured party.

Hilda walks up to stand by the House Leader of the Golden Deer. “Why do the super smart ones always have to be so pissy?”

“Beats me, if they would loosen up or relax a little, they would have a lot more fun.” Claude shrugs.

Mail is delivered and there is a shipment of three boxes for you. Pretty darn heavy boxes. You carry them one at a time from the front gate to your room. Unlocking and opening your door you suddenly find you are not alone. Claude gives a look of shock at the number of books in your room. One entire wall is nothing but books.

“You do know they have a library here.” Claude quips

“It is useless for my research.” You grumble. “The books are old and out of date. They also do not have any ancient texts that may have useful yet forgotten applications.”

Claude is looking at the subjects and titles. “Hey mind if I borrow a few?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “I’ll think about it. “

You’ve been hanging out with Linhardt a lot lately. He’s supposed to be helping with a project you’re working on.

“When I saw them in the library, they were getting pretty cozy.” Hilda snarkily jests.

Claude decides there is a book that he must have right now from the library. He walks in to see you back to back with a very unconscious Linhardt. You’re trying to support him with your back so he doesn’t fall over completely while you are still reading your book. You look trapped?

“Having fun?” Claude grins.

“Yeah. When Lin’s on empty he just crashes. Since Caspar isn’t here, well, I don’t want him to fall and get hurt. I can’t move him.” You groan

Claude helps you get the sleeping cleric to a couch to catch his z’s.

“Thanks. Squishy magic users don’t quite have the strength for these things.”

“I’d be happy to help you out with anything.” Claude smiles. “Call me and I’ll be there!”

You spend the afternoon gathering plants and mushrooms in the nearby woods for your studies. You’ve been working on creating antitoxins and other cures for poisons. You have several bags tied to your waist with different plants in them. Just as you’re about to reach for a particularly ugly and poisonous mushroom you hear a voice calling out your name.

“Hey! Those are really poisonous. You better watch out!”

“Oh Claude, of course I know they are poisonous. How am I supposed to make a potion to neutralize them if I don’t collect them?” You roll your eyes at him.

“Since when have you been interested in poisons?” He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Since Leonie took that poison arrow last battle. We didn’t have anything to counteract it and she had to suffer for over a week until the poison made it through her system.”

“You’re right. He muses. “Maybe we can work together on them sometime?”

An envelope is sealed and addressed to you. It’s the regular update from your father. Sitting down in the dining hall you groan miserably as you read.

Hilda has to know what is troubling you. “Family feud?”

“Just kill me now.” You whine.

She pats you on the shoulder. “Can’t be that bad, can it?”

“My father. I love him dearly but he meddles so much. He agreed that I could come here to further my learning. But…” You hesitate.

She looks at you, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“He told me I have to find myself a husband, preferably a noble while here. I am extremely busy with class work, spell practice, spell development, antidote, and concoction creation. I hardly have time to sleep. Oh, and don’t forget Byleth’s special projects. The guys want someone fun and outgoing like you. You’re cute and entertaining and I’m a dowdy old bookworm.”

“Awww. I am pretty awesome, that’s true.” Hilda grins. “You just need a fake boyfriend while your father is here. I bet I can find someone to help you.”

“Not Sylvain. I will kill myself.” You frown.

“I gotcha fam. Give me the deets and I will set you up.”

“Thanks Hils I owe ya.” You curtsey to her.

“Sky watch for the next month to start, hmmmm…” She ponders.

Later that evening Hilda corners Claude. “One big fat amazing opportunity has just dropped into your lap, loverboy. You better not mess this up!”

“Do tell…” Claude winks.

Tomorrow is the day your father is to arrive. You find Hilda to see if she has anything set for you. Hilda says she’s got everything under control. You’re shaking in your boots, the only thing going through your mind is that your father is going to drag you out of here kicking and screaming because you don’t have a boyfriend.

The day arrives. Standing next to the gatekeeper you watch as the carriage rolls closer and closer to the front gate. Suddenly an arm slides around your back and a familiar voice speaks, “Shouldn’t we go down and greet your father, my deer?” You look up into the sparkling emerald green eyes of Claude. Blushing terribly, you can only nod as you walk down the steps to greet your father.

Your father rushes to you with both arms open to give you a hug and spin you half way around in a circle. “My baby. It’s been so long. In these few short months I daresay you’ve grown in to a fine woman. So beautiful.” Your fathers’ cheeks are rosy and eyes are filled with love for his only daughter. “And who is this young man?” He curiously asks.

“My apologies, father.” You are gasping for breath. “This is Claude von Riegan.

Grandson to-”

Your father finishes your statement. “The Duke of the Leister Alliance!”

“And her beau.” Claude announces proudly, first bowing to your father then taking your hand and intertwines your fingers before placing a gentle kiss onto your knuckles. Your face flushes redder than a summer tomato.

Claude continues to hold your hand as he escorts the both of you to your room. The future Duke and your father are already excitedly discussing Leister business, trade and the safety of trade routes.

“I will leave you to your visit. I’ll be back in time to take you both for a grand lunch in town just across the way.” Claude smiles as he bows to your father and kisses your hand again before he leaves, his cape swishing as he turns.

You open your door to find a small table with a pitcher of ice cold water and lemons as well as two glasses and a small stack of cakes. A beautiful bouquet of daisies and roses accompanies them. Two comfortable and decorative chairs are alongside of the table. You swear you recall those chairs were in Seteth’s office not too long ago.

“Please take a seat, father.” You pour him some of the deliciously refreshing chilled water. “Tell me about your trip.” Trying to keep him focused on what has been going on at home. Every time he tries to ask about your relationship with Claude, you ask about your brothers or your aunt, anything to steer the conversation away from you. An opportune knock on the door disrupts your fathers latest attempt to discuss your relationship with the grandson of Duke Riegan.

“My apologies, we do have a reservation for lunch in town.” Claude bows deeply to the both of you. As you leave your room, Claude swiftly takes your hand. You smile nervously at him. This man is a master of deception.

Claude manages the conversation with entertaining stories of Byleth and the Golden Deer. He makes certain to include some accounts of your healing accomplishments, swearing that none of the deer would be here without your amazing abilities. You spend the entire time blushing or begging Claude to stop praising you, but he keeps going, his smile wider and wider.

At the restaurant, the waitress brings you to the table and Claude attends your chair for you. The waitress comments that it is always lovely to see you two lovebirds in here again. Does Claude have the entire town in on this? Geeez. Claude orders lunch for the both of you, as if he has done this a hundred times.

Lunch is anxious yet enjoyable. You are on the edge of your seat at all times. Claude explains how you met through the Golden Deer. You’re both supportive and loyal to the class. You found common interests in seeking cures for poisons and are very supportive of each other in battle, that you fell for his charm and good looks and that he is incredibly impressed by your intelligence and knowledge. Nothing he says is a lie, except that you two aren’t really together.

The waitress asks about dessert. Your father declines, Claude tells her the usual and your eyes get big. He squeezes your hand that he has clasped in his on the table and gives you a wink.

A small cake with two forks is placed between you. Claude quickly takes a fork and holds a piece of cake in front of your lips. You glance at him and your father. Feeding you? That’s pretty intimate. Claude smiles wider as you open slowly while he feeds you a bit of cake. You look into his eyes and tell him it is wonderful.

He cuts off another bit and takes a bite. “Delicious.” Is that an indirect kiss?

Your father is grinning at you as the cake is finished. You slightly roll your eyes with embarrassment and that fact that you can’t believe Claude is doing this.

The men argue a minute over who will pay the tab, Claude graciously thanking your father for a delightful lunch as your father foots the bill. Your father commenting that this has been the best and most entertaining lunch he has had in a long time makes you blush harder.

The conversation is quieter as everyone his happily full walking back to the monastery. Claude happily swings your hands back and forth together as you walk. Your father asks what things you will be doing soon. Claude advises they have a mission at the end of the month, and also the two of you have a date this Saturday just before sunset.

As you head back to the grounds, your father’s carriage is ready to go. Saying your goodbyes, your father gives you a long hug and whispers “Don’t let this one go, he’s a great catch.” He steps back and gives you one long admiring look.

He shakes Claude’s hand warmly, asking him to watch out for his baby girl.

“I’ll do everything in my power to protect her, sir. You can count on that.” Claude gives him one of his classic winks.

Standing at the gate, holding hands, you both wave as your father’s carriage rolls out of sight.

Claude holds his hands out to you, “A kiss for your boyfriend?” he says as he closes his eyes and puckers his lips. You laugh as you lightly slap his shoulder.

“I cannot believe you pulled this off! I thought for sure I’d be riding back with him, but you actually had him eating out of your hand!”. You laugh as you walk away. “Maybe you should see about getting into acting or the opera. I don’t think Dorothea could have pulled off a performance like that.”

You get back to your room and thankfully Seteth’s chairs are missing. The pitcher of water is still there and the flowers. You didn’t notice before, but there was a card with them.

Every day is heaven with you, my angel ~Claude.

P.S. You keep the date on Saturday at sunset.

[iuwonys]

two idiots in love — y.jw ★ part four !

a/n: i’m gonna stop putting the synopsis at the beginning of every chapter bcuz it’s so annoying to copy and paste and change the way it looks 😭 anyways sry for wait, enjoy this !

“you did what?!” heejin exclaimed. “can you keep your voice down?” you hushed. “sorry, sorry. but you seriously asked jungwon on a date?” heejin asked. “i guess? i don’t even know why i did but whatever”

“you're getting extremely brave, my friend” heejin chuckled. “whatever. i also need you to come to the game with me” you told her. “is jake gonna be there?” you narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms at her. “he’s on the team, dumbass” you flick her forehead.

“oh! then yeah i’ll go” heejin smiled. “so you wouldn't have gone if he wasn't?” you asked. “well- not technically? i didnt say that!” she defended. you just laughed at her and continued working.

— ★ —

it was now friday. not only was it the day of jungwon's game, but it was the night if your date aswell. you were currently working as it was around 4:00pm. the game started at 7:00 so you were trying to cram in these last 30 minutes before heading hole to get ready.

you were putting out some roses when the bell on the door rang. you turned to see jungwon entering. “oh, jungwon! hi” you smiled. “hi! i just wanted to check and make sure you were still gonna be at the game” he told you.

“of course i am! i’m super excited to watch you play” you smiled. the comment caused jungwon to become slightly flustered. “okay, good. also, is your friend coming? jake keeps asking about her” jungwon sighs.

“yes, she is coming” you chuckled. “alright, see you later” jungwon waved. “see you” you waved goodbye and watched hil leave the shop.

it was soon closing time and you locked up shop before leaving with heejin. once you both arrived at your shared apartment, you began getting ready.

“so... what are you gonna wear? this is your first date since like freshman year of highschool” heejin said. “i don't really know, you pick something out” you shrugged.

heejin began clapping and sqealing happily. “yes! okay, do your makeup while i pick out something for you” heejin pushed you towards her vanity before basically sprinting to your closet.

heejin came out minutes later while you were finishing up your makeup. “put this on!” she exclaimed, pulling you up from the chair. she basically slammed the outfit against your chest before shoving you into the bathroom.

‘jesus christ’ you mumbled to yourself. you tried the outfit on, examining yourself in the mirror. the outfit wasn't bad, just .. very out of your comfort zone.

“come out already! the game starts in 15 minutes!” heejin shouted. you sighed to yourself before exiting the bathroom. heejin's eyes widened.

“oh. my. god. you look amazing!” heejin clapped happily. “really? do you think jungwon will think so?” you ask. “oh please! he already has heart eyes no matter what you're wearing” heejin chuckles. you laugh a little.

you and heejin finish getting ready and head out. once you arrive at the game, you find some empty seats and wait for the game to start.

jungwon on the other hand, is with the rest of the guys as they scan the bleachers. “jungwon, your girl is here” sunghoon jokes, pointing to where you and heejin were seated on the bleachers.

jungwon looked to where sunghoon was pointing, seeing you laughing and talking with heejin. he loved your side profile, you looked so pretty to him.

“jungwon, snap out of it! the games’ about to start” jake nudged him. jungwon blinked rapidly before responding. “oh, right” he and his teammates got ready and the game began.

you and heejin watched the game, full focus on jungwon. well, yours was anyways. neither one of you knew a single thing about softball, so all you could do was clap and cheer.

the game was coming to the end and whether or not the team won was all in jungwon's hands. he looked extremely nervous. he looked up at you, you gave him a small smile.

and before you knew it, the game was over. and jungwon's team had won. everyone who went to your university stood and began celebrating, you as well.

everyone was headed outside the feild, going to meet up with their friends. you stayed behind, sitting at the bottom of the bleachers.

“heejin, where's y/n?” jungwon asked. “hm? oh, she's at the bleachers waiting for you” heejin smiled. jungwon nodded before jogging to the bleachers, seeing you sitting there.

he came up and sat next to you.

“you did amazing, jungwon!” you exclaimed, engulfing him in a big hug. he was taken aback but still hugged you anyways. “thanks, i’m just really glad you came” he told you.

“i wouldn't miss it” jungwon smiled at that. “so.. about this date” jungwon started. you looked over to him, waiting for him to continue. “i’m just nervous, yknow? i haven't been on a date in a while. i have everything planned i'm just worried that i'll fuck up” he shrugged.

“jungwon don't stress. i haven't been on a date in a while either. and you're not gonna fuck up, all we need to do is have fun” you told him. “okay, you're right” “so.. let's go!” he grabbed you by your hand, basically dragging you away.

— ★ —

you and jungwon ended up going on a walk to the destination of your date. the walk was really nice, both of you chatting and learning more about each other.

jungwon turned you around, making you face him. “close your eyes” he told you. “okay..” you laughed, shutting your eyes. jungwon put his hand over your eyes and led you the rest of the way.

“okay, open” jungwon removed his hand from your eyes, you opening them slowly. as soon as you saw what was in front of you, your jaw went slack.

in front of you, there was a cute picnic set up on the lakeside and a pretty blanket spread across the grass. but the cherry on top, was the vase of your favorite flowers sitting in the middle.

azaleas.

“jungwon- this is all so cute! when i said you had to take me out, this is not what i was expecting” you laughed softly.

“well- do you like it?” you couldn't believe he was asking you that. “i love it, jungwon” you told him. “i’m glad. shall we?” you nodded, following him to the blanket and taking a seat.

“how did you know my favorite flowers were azaleas?” you asked, admiring the flowers. “i may or may not have asked heejin for some help. i wanted to make our first date special” he shrugged.

“you succeed because my god, this is beautiful” you smiled. “i’m glad you like it. i hope you like strawberries by the way” he said, opening a container full of strawberries.

“i love strawberries!”

jungwon couldn't help but smile at you. he was glad that he had succeeded in making you happy like this.

“the sky looks gorgeous” you spoke, staring up at the sky. jungwon looked up aswell, admiring the night sky with you.

he finally looked back at you, seeing you already looking at him.

“i really like you, y/n” he confessed.

“i really like you too, jungwon” you replied.

there was a comfortable silence between you two before jungwon leaned in, capturing your lips in his. you were caught of guard but kissed back.

his lips were so soft, and the kiss felt like it really meant something.

you both soon pulled away, staring at each other.

“so what does that make us?” you asked. “no idea, i haven't been in a relationship in forever” he laughed. “me either, let's just take it slow then? no labels until we're both ready” you stated.

“sounds like a plan to me” he smiled.

“i can still kiss you right?” he added. you laughed at the boy. “of course you can” you replied, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

you lied your head in his lap, looking up at him. he looked down at you, admiring your face.

this night couldn't have gone any better.

— ★ —

the weekend passes and you and jungwon show up to school hand in hand.

“yah! look at you two!” heejin smiles, running towards you. “shut up, jin” you slapped her arm playfully.

“looks like you and jake have hit it off too, huh?” you tease. “whatever” heejin rolls her eyes. heejin and jake talk to you and jungwon for a minute before going on about their way, leaving you and jungwon alone once again.

“you busy after classes?” jungwon asked. “i have the shop but after that i’m free” you told him. “cool, i’ll pick you up after closing and we can go to my place and watch a movie” he smiled.

“sounds great! i gotta head to class, see you later?”

“see you”

jungwon leaned down, giving you a peck on the lips before watching you walk off to your class.

once you arrive to class, you go straight to sit next to heejin. she watches you sit, a huge smile on her face.

“what's wrong with you? you look like you're trying not to shit yourself” you laugh. heejin's smiles drops as she thumps the side of your head. “yah! what the hell?” you wince.

“that was rude!” she pouted. “whatever, why were you smiling at me like that?” you asked. “because... you and jungwon? what are you guys?” she asked.

“well- we both like each other. but we both havent been in relationships in a long tome so we're taking it slow, i guess. no labels until we're ready” you told her. “hmm, okay” she shrugs.

“yah, you there!” you here from behind you. both you and heejin turn to see who the voice is coming from. you lock eyes with a girl, she looks irritated.

“um- yes?” you reply. she basically stomps towards you, her arms crossed. “i saw you with jungwon earlier, you guys dating?” she asked. “i don't think that's your business? i don't even know you” you replied.

“don't be so secretive. even if you guys are dating, the relationship won't last long anyways” she chuckled. “what are you trying to imply here?” you ask, fully turning your body to face her.

“if you think jungwon genuinely likes you, you're delusional. he's only with you as a bet” she told you. your eyes widened with disbelief. “h-how am i supposed to believe you? i don't know you” you replied.

“oh my, where are my manners! apologies, i’m yunjin” her smile was so fake. “why are you all of a sudden coming up to my friend trying to put crazy ideas in her head?” heejin exclaimed, standing up.

“please, sit down. if anything, i’m helping your clueless friend here. she should be thanking me!” yunjin chuckled. “don't be such a push-over, y/n” that was the last thing yunjin sais before walking off.

you couldn't believe what you had just heard. could you even trust this girl? was she an ex? was everything that she said true?

“y/n? are you good?” heejin asked. “y-yeah! i’m fine, i think i’m gonna go though” you stated before getting up from your seat and exiting campus.

— ★ —

it was now evening. jungwon stopped by the flower shop to get you but neither you or heejin were anywhere to be found. so he arrived at your apartment.

“the rent isn't due unti- jungwon? what are you doing here?” heejin asked, crossing her arms. “is y/n here? we were supposed to meet but she-”

“she's in her room. she hasn't left since she came home earlier today” heejin told him. “what? why? is she alright?” jungwon asked, worriedly. “no she's not, thanks to you” heejin replied bitterly.

“huh? what are you talking about?” he asked. “do you know someone named yunjin?” heejin asked.

fuck.

“sadly, i do. she's had a huge crush on me since junior year but i didn't like her back” he told her. “well, she said some weird shit about you to y/n. something about you only pretending you like her and how it's all a bet” heejin said.

“she said what? that's not true at all! can i talk to y/n please?” he asked. “if she'll let you in, down the hall first door om your left” she moved aside, allowing jungwon in.

he got to your room, knocking on the door. “y/n, can you let me in please?” he pleaded. “come in” you replied dryly. jungwon entered taking a seat at the edge of your bed.

“5 minutes, speak”

“i know what yunjin told you and none of it is true. yunjin used to and still does have a huge crush on me. i really do like you, y/n! my feelings have never been fake and none of what we have is for a bet” he finished.

“so.. you're not pretending to like me?” you asked. “of course not! i did my best to make our first date special, that kiss meant something to me, all of it meant something to me” he replied.

“well i feel really stupid now” you sighed. jungwon came closer to you, grabbing your hand. “you're not stupid. this is fairly new to you as it is for me, but we're doing this together. if there's no trust, or no communication, then there's no relationship”

“you're right. from here on out, if something bothers me, i’ll make sure to always communicate” you smile. “good, me too” jungwon leaned foward, leaving a peck on your cheek.

“i’ve gotta go, i’ll see you tomorrow okay?” jungwon asked. “okay, goodnight” you replied, waving him off.

— ★ author’s note: finally a new chapter after over 2 weeks 😭 very sorry for the long wait but at least we got y/nwon YASSS!! anyways, hope u liked this <3

[hils79]

Hils Watches Love Me, Love My Voice - Ep 20

Probably more than the kissing that you actually did

I love her. She's like 'I know I should be chill about this but I cannot'

I really love her when she's in matchmaker mode

I love them they are so ridiculous

I almost feel sorry for this poor woman. Like I'm fairly sure the drama is setting her up to be a villain (or as close to one as this soft drama will get) but literally whenever anyone mentions her is just about her relationship (or lack thereof) with Mo Qingcheng.

I love him

She still hasn't been the one to initiate a kiss but she's definitely getting more confident being intimate with him

You miss 100% of the shots you don't take

I don't think a strawberry is what he wants for his reward

Called it

Gu Sheng is like 'we have been dating for a few weeks and have kissed 3 times please stop talking about our wedding'. Meanwhile I think Mo Qincheng has already planned the entire ceremony and reception in his head

Look at him with his top button sluttily undone asking her to stay the night.

Yeah, I bet you will

I mean your girlfriend is literally in the next room

See he gets it

[moosekateer13]

Chapter 4 Heartbeat:

1 week later.

I arrive in my office ahead of everyone else. I notice an enormous bouquet of roses on my desk with a note attached.

Y/N,

Would you do me the honour of joining me for dinner tonight? I'd love to get to know you better, darlin.

Regards, Jared

This is just the sweetest. Okay, I suppose one date won't hurt.

I quickly send him a text

Jared got your note and the lovely bouquet of roses. Thank you for both. I'd love to join you for dinner tonight.

Jared replies instantly

You've just made my day darlin 😃. I'll pick you up at your office at 6.

A call on my cell interrupts my thoughts.

It's Cole.

"Hey Cole, how are you doing? How's it going down in the USA division? Is everything up in order?” I asked.

" I am doing well and filming is going great. It's been a dream filming Will of the South in Wilmington. I love working with Jeff and Hil. How's everything going with Jared and Gen." Cole replied.

Will of the South, our latest movie, is historical fiction.

Clara Joan and Robert Keith. A prince fighting alongside the commoners. No one knows he's a prince. A fight breaks out in a bar. A bar wench named Clara gets hurt, and he takes her to the hospital. Then ensues a forbidden romance. Robert is already arranged to marry Constance Arthur. Now he's torn between his duties as a prince of France and his life with Clara.

" That's very good to hear. I know how long you've been wanting to work with them. Also, it’s been going surprisingly well on set over here. I was expecting things to go wrong." I said.

"Y/N, don't jinx yourself. Also, do you seem extra chipper today? Are you and Jared going out on a date?" Cole said.

I spit the tea I just took a sip of.

" You are always perceptive. Yes, I am. You can't tell anyone only Ce knows about."I replied while twisting a strand of my hair around my finger.

"I'll hide the key from the lock," Cole said with a smirk in her voice.

She always has this weird way of wording things. That's her way of telling me she won't tell anyone.

"Well, we better get back to work. Our offices don't run by themselves. I'll talk to you later, Cole. Take care and it was good catching up.” I replied.

"Same to Y/N and don't let anyone ruin your chance at happiness,'' Cole said before she ended our call.

Those words she said struck a chord and I felt it ring through my soul.

5:45 pm

I take a deep breath as I look at my reflection in my office's bathroom mirror. I picked a simple blue plaid shirt and paired it with a knee-length leather skirt. It's good that I keep a well-stocked wardrobe in my office. I hope he likes it.

I feel a familiar pair of muscular arms wrap around my waist. It interrupts my thoughts. I feel Jared's breath against my neck.

It takes me back to the night we shared at the convention.

"Sorry I barged in, but your door was open and I saw the light on in here. Ready to go on our date, gorgeous.” Jared said.

" Thanks, Jar, and I am ready to go," I replied with a smile.

He reluctantly releases me and takes his hand in mine.

I haven't felt this excited about a date in a long time. I feel like there is a set of eyes on me as Jared helped me into his truck. It's a closed set. Who would watch us? I am just imagining things. I shake off the feeling.

Jared takes me to this local retro dinner. Seems like he's done his homework. I did state in an interview. I prefer simple rather high-end restaurants.

He smiles at the sight of my eyes lighting up at the place he picked.

The waitress seats us at a booth in the back.

Jared tells the waitress we are ready to order. I raise an eyebrow at that remark. We haven't even looked at the menu.

"She'll have a swiss cheese bacon cheeseburger with an order of fries and a Dr. Pepper. I'll have a cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato and mustard and an ice tea. Thanks.” Jared said with a smirk.

" Very good. I'll be back with your drinks." Carrie replied.

"Okay Jar spill, how did you know what to order? I've never talked about the way I eat a burger in any interview." I asked.

Jared rubs the back of his neck nervously before answering.

"Okay confession, I did my homework and asked Cedrya,” Jared replied nervously.

I place my hand on his.

" I am touched. That is by far the sweetest thing any guy who has taken me on a date in a long time." I said.

The waitress places our food on the table. Jared and I talk about random topics in between eating our meals. We end up sharing a milkshake before he drives me home.

" I had a wonderful time and I look forward to our next date," I said with a smile.

Jared returns the smile. His dimples slightly popping out.

"I did too and I'm looking forward to our next one too," Jared replied.

His multi-spectrum hazel eyes bore into mine briefly. Before he places a light kiss on my lips. We reluctantly let go of each other before he heads to his truck.

I feel my heart skip a beat after that kiss. I feel it in my bones that this is the start of something wonderful.

And tonight, I wanna drive so far, we'll only find static on the radio

And we can't see those city lights and I love the way you look in a firefly glow

Saying everything without making a sound, with the

River rolling in the background, underneath a harvest moon

Standing on your shoes in my bare feet

Dancing to the rhythm of your heartbeat

We're dancing to the rhythm of your heartbeat, oh

Chapter 5:

[sparklinpixiedust]

Basic Training

This post has been sitting in my drafts for months now, during which I've come up with a few ways I wanted to write this post. This is what I've come up with.

Basic Training is the episode which made me hate Ben the most. The whole episode consisted him of being a stuck up brat only to be rewarded for it in the end.

This episode was the perfect opportunity to have Kevin in the spotlight and show how skilled and smart he is.

Gwen's presence in this episode was actually fine, there's no change needed for that.

Look, I know the shows named Ben 10 but we have seen Ben be the hero tons of times already.

And Ben being egoistic about his heroism is not something new in the franchise.

There have been episodes on the OS where Ben got a big head, yet I dont ever see anyone complaining about that.

Was is it because he was 10 that we excuse this behaviour? Nope.

15 - 16 is still pretty young and his attitude can be excused at this age as well.

My opinion? It was handled better in the OS.

There were times when Ben wasn't always the main focus.

In Lucky Girl, Ben has his ' who's your hero?' Moment.

They showed Gwen feeling jealous and hurt by the fact she wasn't noticed much.

It was realistic.

Then the epsiode proceeded to focus on Gwen , having Ben being kind of like a sub plot to the story.

Towards the end Ben compliments her.

So yeah Ben got big head, but at the same time they shifted focus so that the audience wouldn't find it annoying.

Gwen was in the spotlight for a bit, giving people a break from Ben.

Secondly  , in Be Afraid Of The Dark, Ben again is shown to be slightly stuck up, but towards the end of that episode he learns and acknowledges Gwen and Grandpa for help and understands his crime fighting is more of a team effort.

In Galactic Enforcers, we are shown there are other heros besides Ben as well.

Ben wasn't the sole focus of that episode. Yes it was about him but also about the Galactic Enforcers.

I don't think he was shown to be over confident here , but it was nice to see some other heros in the scene.

The Ben 10,000 episode focuses on how Ben was too focused on his job and the lesson at that was Ben needed to relax and have them Galactic Enforcers take the lead instead.

Again , his attitude towards everything was brought in focus but towards the end he learnt something.

I recently started watching Generator Rex and I can't help but compare Rex's character to Ben's.

Rex is also proud , rushes into things and considers himself to be a hotshot. But they also show him being down ,having trouble with his nanites and actually voice out his insecurities.

He's still the hero, still has things go his way most times but it's not annoying like Ben.

( I've only seen like 7 episodes so far so I don't know if this going to go down hil or not but so far so good)

The issue with the sequels after the OS was that Ben was the focus a bit too much.

We as the audience were rarely ever given a break from him.

Other than a few conversations here and there about his attitude,  nothing really was done about it.

Gwen should've been appreciated more for saving Kevin and Kevin should've been appreciated for stopping Aggregor.

But they weren't.

If it had been Ben , they would've made sure to show him getting some sort of recognition or trophy.

Back to the Basic Training episode.

We know he's the legendary Ben Tennyson, we know he's a hero. We didn't need another episode on it.

Instead the plot should've focused on Kevin. His skills, his abilities.

Ben would act the same but Magsiter Hulka should've put some sort of cover so Ben couldn't use the omnitrix.

Ben goes on breaking rules,  and having a hard time being a hero without the watch.

Towards the end, it should've been Kevin who cracks the case and saves Hulka. Ben is mad he can't use the omnitrix but instead uses the guns and other weapons he's learnt to use at the academy

He's not amazing at them , but it makes him realise that he is hero , watch or not, something that has been emphasised in the show. Its not impossible for him to function without the watch.

Towards the end, Ben getting a 95 was a stretch. I'm sorry , but the guy wasn't great with using weapons and without the watch I dont think he would've been able to complete that hostage excercise.

I'm thinking more like 89%.

Gwen gets 98, that's fine and Kevin gets a 100.

Hulka comes in and awards the medal (?) to Kevin, suggesting he's becoming more like his father.

( im ignoring the ret con, plus the retcon I'm assuming wasnt thought off at this point by the writers)

Ben is shown to take one of the guns back to earth, because he thinks they're cool and he wants to practice and get better at them.

The whole hostage situation makes him want to get better at making strategies.

Yes he's good at improv, but he needs to learn to properly plan as well.

It doesn't matter if he's never shown to use the gun ever again, and he's back to relying on the omnitrix.

Or maybe some time down the line, he could use the weapon, even if it for a second, to show that he is improving and getting better.

Before you say 'he's already a hero, he doesn't need to learn anything ' sorry but no.

He's 16. He may have saved the world but he still has growing up to do. Different battles are going to arise all the time.

Saying he is perfect at 16 is dumb. Saying he's perfect when he's ben 10k , it'll make some sense. He's been around for a while and is pretty experienced.

The watch is a part of him, but seeing him try to explore other options would've been a fresher idea.

Another scene that made me mad was the court (?) scene in Vreedle, Vreedle.

Ben being a hero shouldn't make him above the law.

Domstol ruling in favor of Ben just because he's the legendry Ben Tennyson was stupid.

After Ben's little monologue , and destroying Domstols desk, the judge should've just informed him that being a hero does not excuse him from following the law.

Kevin could've had his little moment doing some negotiation ( would've been nice to see how he works as con artist) and Ben could've jumped in and helped while making some good points for the argument, showing us he's not stupid.

Then having Domstol rule in their favor would've made sense.

On the way back to earth there could've been a joke about how Ben watches Judge Judy too much which is where he learnt about trials and stuff. Or maybe Gwens dad taught him a thing or two at some point.

All this doesn't mess with Ben's character all that much, he's still the hero of the show, he still has his ego but it makes him more likeable, shifts focus from his attitude, and shows us he's pretty smart and is growing into a good hero.

Ben's not a bad guy. I mean he is the hero of the show. There are tons of scenes which show he's good , like the whole sacrificing thing so the ultimates could live and all.

But little scenes here and there tend to be enough for someone , especially for someone who isn't a super hard-core Ben lover to form negative opinions on him.

Although calling him a psychopath / narc is out of line because I don't find him to be like that. His attitude was magnified by him being in the spotlight too much and writers not having a good balance in writing situations.

Ben being the main character of the show is at risk of becoming hated or less appreciated just because he's the font runner of the show.

Admit it, side characters tend to get more love most times than the main agonist of shows.

I've been watching videos on YouTube on this topic as to why this happens , and what I've come up with is that writers of shows tend to focus too much on main character. Things seem to go their way most times and this tends to get on peoples nerves, consciously or subconsciously because it's not exactly realistic.

Having shows where everything focuses on one person most times tend to backfire.

I don't mind Ben having a big head, I dont mind him making jokes and being so casual.

It's his defense mechanism to protect himself from drowning into the struggles and pressures of being a hero. But always having him be that way isn't good.

The writers should've executed it properly.

( okay this post got really long,  more than I thought it would. If you're read the whole things , congratulations on making it here lol.

I'm not going to stop anyone from replying to this because everyone has different opinions and we all have the freedom to express them.

Although I believe I've made my point and I've made sure to keep in mind all the arguments about why bashing Ben is wrong when he's not a bad guy while typing this out.

I don't think I've directed any major hate towards him , its mostly towards the writers for making the situations like that,but if you think I have you can reply to it.

I'm not gonna reply back though , because again I feel I've made my point.

Any agreements / disagreements you have with the post feel free to share because it is your right.

Any disagreements you have with other members,  as long as its related to the post you can share it.

Any issues you have personally with other members,  please keep them to your selves.

I will not tolerate bullying , harassing,  name calling and petty arguments on my post and blog page.

If this happens I will simply delete this post and re-upload it.)

[meet-me-in-the-kitchen]

is it weird that literally all of my dreams are batshit crazy and don’t make sense?? can you write something

+ i was the one about the crazy dreams, how do you think harry would react to them or you re telling a of them??

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME

Y/N felt mystified by the dream she’d had the night before. She woke and stared at the ceiling for a while, simply thinking it through and questioning the peculiar recesses of her mind, along with the tangent it’d gone on. At one point, she found herself on the windowsill, staring out as dusk became dawn.

Harry had the habit of holding onto his girlfriend while they both slept, squeezing her as tight as possible while nuzzling his face into her neck, breathing in the fresh scent of her hair. Waking up to a mouthful of her longer hair had easily become one of his favourite morning rituals, as had watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the peaceful look on her pretty face as she slept soundly, and feeling her curves meld perfectly into his body once she’d eventually turn, meeting him halfway for some messy version of a hybrid hug/cuddle. After them both wiggling to adjust, his hand would find its way to her hip, and her leg would slope over his.

Today, however, with his eyes screwed shut he reached his hand for the familiar feel of her waist, or some estranged limb. A frown overcame his features as he shivered further into the mattress, longing for her body heat to warm his. With newfound determination, he outstretched his foot, wiggling it around in hopes of finding hers, wrapping his toes around her ankle, and tugging her towards his chest, where, he added grumpily in his head, she was supposed to be.

When they come back empty, much to his discontent, he opens his eyes, squinting as the green in them adjusts to the light in the room, before skimming it. They land on her figure, sat rather primly on the windowsill, out of which she gazed at the world with a sort of detachedness that confirms that she is, indeed, overthinking at—he turned his head slightly to the clock—5:30 in the morning. The thin white curtains rustle slightly as a gust of wind makes its way through the crack of the window, whistling slightly as it causes y/n’s hair to move with the breeze, her arms crossing across her chest to protect her body—clad in one of his jerseys and not much else, thrown on after last night’s activities—from the chill.

As angelic as she looks like this from afar, he decides he’d much rather be loving on her from closer.

“What’re you doin’ there for?” he cooed, her jumping a little bit at the low raspy, much welcome intrusion to her thoughts. She turned and smiled at him shyly, bare toes dancing on the ivory walls.

“Come to bed,” he said thickly, blinking at her sleepily, feigning innocence to seduce her back while burrowed into the covers. “You’ll catch cold.”

She jumped off of the sill, him chuckling warmly at the sight of her hopping about trying not to let her toes touch the cool hardwood. He made a note to get her some slippers for her feet, while grabbing her wrist and tugging lightly, smirking when she squealed a bit in surprise, easily falling to his chest.

“G’morning, baby,” he greeted slowly, eyes lighting up pleasantly to find her so close, before closing his mouth over hers. One of his hands found her cheek, stroking deftly while sleep still beckoned them both, while the other smoothed down her sides, hips, before finally squeezing lightly at her bum, then resting there as she arched then melted in his hold, kissing back and suckling on his bottom lip while he continued to suction kisses off hers.

“Mmm,” she stretched out on top of him, smiling almost lazily. Perfectly. Her eyes sparkled. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” he grinned, perfectly aware he was being repetitive. He sealed the greeting with yet another slow kiss he stole from her lips, which warmed him instantly. He pulled the thick comforter over her, and then closed his eyes while she brushed her fingers through his curly hair. “What were you doing so far away?”

Pause.

“I just...had a weird dream and couldn’t go to sleep afterwards,” she said nonchalantly, but Harry’s eyes flickered up inquisitively once he traced slight restraint in her voice, hesitance on her face.

“A dream?” he asked, skeptically. This felt a bit suspicious, the way she wasn’t meeting his eyes entirely. She nodded. “And what was this dream of, may I ask?”

Her cheeks filled with colour, her body warming noticeably against his. She averted all eye contact, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“Did you dream of me?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. She shook her head ‘no.’

“It was honestly a weird dream. I’m just trying to forget about it. You probably wouldn’t be interested—“

“Try me,” he pried further, peppering kisses to her jawline to weaken her resolve. His fingers brushed lightly against the nape of her neck; she whimpered. Got it.

“It was of,” she took a deep breath. “Timothee Chalamet.”

“Timothee Chalamet?” Harry hoped to be asking nonchalantly, his grip on her tightening a bit while she nodded in affirmation. Well, maybe they were just hanging out, he tried to convince himself. “Doing what?”

Pause.

“Y/N!”

She sighed, her fingers stilling for a moment as she burrowed her face into his chest, voice coming out muffled.

“I dreamt that he was...impregnating me.”

Silence. You could hear a pin drop.

...and then...

“You dreamt what?” He asked, jolting slightly, a bizarre look in his eyes, darkening from a blend of emotions—jealousy, confusion, surprise, er, unadulterated fury. “He what?”

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you!” She squeaked, trying to think of ways to explain herself while Harry formulated a plan on how to get on the nearest plane and then show up to Chalamet’s front door to throttle him. “I can explain!”

“Explain, then,” he huffed, more than a bit put off, but not wanting to part from the warmth of her sleek against his chest.

“Fine,” Y/N said cautiously, “but don’t go murder him just yet.”

Harry grumbled something along the lines of “you give a bloke one interview...and he tries to steal your girl...”

She rolls her eyes before continuing on with her nervous tale.

“Okay, so. I had this vivid dream that, yes, revolves around Timothee Chalamet impregnating me,” she shook her head at Harry’s glare. “Except, he wasn’t really Timothee Chalamet, he was some dude named Matt who just looked like Timothee Chalamet and was also Timothee Chalamet’s age—“ Harry was gaping at this point. “—and I spent most of the dream going ‘Oh my god, why would I even have sex with him? How do I not remember this? That’s really not cool, because I love you. Why did I do it?’ But I told my whole family and my dad went and found Timothee somewhere and he was being a real stand-up gent about the whole thing, and then we all trekked to the doctor, where my nurse was Hilary Duff. So we’re chilling in the waiting room for a really long time and all of a sudden I realize that I’m in trouble because I’ve been taking medicine I can’t take while pregnant, because I didn’t know I was pregnant, and so I go to my dad, freaking out, and my dad’s all “I’m sure it’s fine. Just go talk to the nice nurse about it,” so I’m on my way to go talk to Hil—” Harry snorts at the nickname, and she glares. “—when all of sudden I realize something else—I HAVE MY PERIOD.”

Harry is momentarily thrown aback by this loud, melodramatic proclamation, nodding along as Y/N raises her hands.

“And if I have my period, I can’t be pregnant. So, I go to Hil and I’m all, ‘Um, my period...? And she gives me the most ‘oh, honey’ nod and says she knows, they were just waiting for me to realize it. And I’m mortified, because look at the mess I caused. Poor Timothee slash Matt. Then I woke up,” she finished, breathless and still looking a bit nervous for Harry’s reaction. “So, you see, it was strange and unwarranted, and I don’t even like—”

Harry gives her a strange look. Stares at her for a second, and when she goes “what?” he throws his head back and laughs. Really laughs. He erupts into guffaws and is properly slapping his knee at this point, while Y/N looks as if she’s debating either running to the nearest train station or smacking him upside the head.

“Y-you,” he gasped, cackling, tears springing to his eyes. “You thought you were pregnant, but you weren’t, so you went t-to Hil—”

“Er, Harry?” Y/N asked uncertainly as he wheezed, smacking his head against the headboard.

“Oh, God. You’re bloody amazing.”

“Um, thanks?”

This sends him off into another fit of giggles, peals of laughter echoing in their flat.

A few minutes were spent with her awkwardly sitting there, letting him have his moment, while he wheezed, and laughed himself something stupid. By the time it was causing him physical pain, he stopped, and Y/N nearly got whiplash from how quickly his eyes went from light and sparkling with mirth, to darkened jade jewels. She gulped.

“You have to do one thing to make it up to me,” he says huskily, fingers trailing down the thin packer’s jersey she was wearing, one of his own. They slipped under the material and she inhaled sharply once his hand was flat against her stomach, thumb brushing softly against her navel.

“What?” She asked softly. His lips were now at the shell of her ear.

“Tell me,” he whispered, tongue poking out slightly, warm against her skin, causing her to hum. He suddenly flipped her so she was lying underneath him, and she barely got a chance to fully interpret the devious look that overcame his mischievous green eyes, the smirk tugging amusedly at his lips before his fingers dug into her stomach and wiggled around.

He was tickling her.

“Tell me you want no one but me to impregnate you.”

“Harry!” She gasped, in between a fit of laughter. He simply bit into her shoulder, not not trying to suppress his own boyish grin, she could tell by the rumble of his chest he was laughing. His fingers continued to tickle her, and she spawned, laughed, and tried to break free, but he kept her pinned down.

“Yeh’ve got to say it!”

“I won’t,” she sang before collapsing into forced giggles, throat growing raw. He was relentless.

“Then I’ll keep going,” he sang back.

“Harry!”

“Y/N.”

“Fine!” She huffed, still letting out the odd chuckle, every now and then while the touch of his fingertips lingered. Unwilling to say it still, she paused, and he went back to tickling her. “Fine! I want no one but you to impregnate me!”

His fingers grew still, while his smirk only became larger. His green eyes twinkled teasingly.

“Oh, do you now?”

She sneakily slipped out of his hold, rolling a safe enough distance before putting on her most honest-to-God-above face and nodding affirmatively.

“Only you,” she bit back a smile, leaping out of bed and onto the cool hardwood. Already walking backwards with her front to him, who was laying inquisitively on the mattress, she finished:

“Well, you...and Timothee Chalamet.”

With this, she squealed at the expression on his face, first like a fish out of water, and then dangerous, and ran for her life. After counting for three seconds, giving her a headstart, Harry chortled and lifted himself from the bed; her name rolling off of his tongue threateningly while she giggled from the kitchen. With a smile so wide, it was positively ripping his face apart, he went after her.

MASTERLIST

[echotrinityme]

Regretful Chapter 8: An Angry Confession

Rupert was still watching them from the helicopter when he heard Calvin spotted some Toppats and was panicking.

He did expect Calvin to panic but what he did not expect Calvin to do is to kiss Henry, he and the others were quickly surprised.

Victoria's and June's mouths were agape, Hank's and Hayden's eyes widened, and Konrad was trying hard not to laugh.

They all turned to see Rupert's reaction and it's not pretty, he was trembling with rage, and his eyes looked red as if he was possess by a demon.

He gripped the tablet he was holding to keep track of Henry and Calvin, he was still shaking with rage.

Victoria was worried for him as she made her way to hil and tried to make sure he's okay, "Hey, Rupert?" she asked, gently. "Are you okay."

He didn't replied to her, he didn't even look at her. He was reeling over the fact that Calvin basically kissed Henry without his permission.

Rupert's POV

I'm going to kill Calvin Bukowski.

What the fuck was he thinking? He had no right to kiss Henry, why would he do that anyways?

I felt an huge amount of anger building inside of me, how dare of Calvin to kiss Henry like that!

I heard a voice but I didn't listen cause right now, I just want to slaughter Calvin.

Henry is supposed to be mine, not his!

Wait...did that just came out of my mouth?

Man...I'm jealous of Calvin kissing Henry...I need to tell my feelings for Henry before I lose him to Calvin.

Victoria's POV

Wow, I never seen Rupert so angry before. I mean he's always had anger issues but not like this.

I saw him tighten his grip on the tablet and he shaking with anger, he looked he wanted to explode.

I feel sorry for Calvin now but hey, that proves my theory on him having feelings for Henry.

No One's POV

Victoria gingerly poke at Rupert which made him jumped in the process, he glanced at her and he quickly glared at her.

"What?" asked Rupert, angrily.

"Are you okay?" questioned Victoria, tentatively.

"Yeah, why?" lied Rupert.

"You don't look okay."

"I said, I'm fine."

"Are you trying to convinced me or yourself?"

Rupert groaned in frustration and put the tablet down, and he put his face into his hands. Victoria raised an eyebrow at him and had an idea.

"Are you jealous?" asked Victoria, slyly.

Rupert froze for a moment and didn't speak.

"Of what?" replied Rupert, lowly.

"Of Calvin kissing Henry."

Rupert bristled at that statement and he growled lowly but Victoria heard him and she recoiled from him in fear. She turned to June, Hank, Hayden, and Konrad who were watching them in keen interest.

"Ahem." said Galeforce, firmly.

Everyone was startled by the General, who was looking very annoyed at the drama that was happening to right now. "We have a mission to deal with." he said, in annoyance.

Everyone went back to where they were doing and the General muttered something about youth under his breath.

Meanwhile with Calvin and Henry, Calvin let Henry go and he grabbed his hand to move to an unoccupied room. He was still panicking but Henry was not pay attention, he was still reeling over that kiss. Why did Calvin do that?

"Hey, Henry. We got to focus." said Calvin, nervously.

"Yeah, right." replied Henry, distractedly.

They went out the room and saw the remaining Toppats still at the same spot, they were talking about Calvin's and Henry's "makeout" which made Henry's face red. Calvin was too busy trying to figure out a plan to get the Toppats.

Calvin turned his earpiece on and talked to Victoria, who was giving him instructions. Calvin nodded while he was listening and glanced over to Henry, he was standing next to him, staring blankly into space.

"Ok." said Calvin.

He grabbed Henry's hand again and silently sneak past the Toppats, they stopped at a spot a few inches away from the Toppats. They both waited and pretended to talk nut Calvin was the one who was doing the most of the talking. Henry on the hand, was still thinking about the kiss from earlier.

Henry's POV

Why did Calvin kiss me? I don't like him that way, and Calvin certainly doesn't have feelings for me that's for sure.

I know I should be focusing on the mission but I didn't ask for a make out session with Calvin! I was listening to him talking with Victoria and I kept an eye on the Toppats, I wanted to kill the rest of the Clan but refrained myself.

I don't want to get into trouble, it's just...I miss Charles so much and they were the ones that caused his death in the first place. I sighed heavily as I listened to Calvin talk to try to keep up appearances.

My mind went to Rupert, I wonder how's he doing. I actually miss him even though he's miles away from me, if I wanted a kiss it would be from Rupert. I have a crush on him and I want to confess to him but I'm afraid.

What am I afraid of? I'm afraid of rejection and to lose him. Ever since Charles' death, I had been having trouble letting people until Rupert was sent to watch over me. After that, I had gotten close to him and unexpectedly fall in love with him.

Maybe I should confess to him after this mission.

No One's POV

Henry was still thinking about his feelings for Rupert when Calvin exclaimed in happiness silently, he glanced at him in alarm. Calvin was grinning widely and he was giddy, Henry started to frown and crossed his arms.

"Why are you so happy, all of sudden?" asked Henry, he was tugging Calvin's sleeve.

"The Toppats finally spilled some stuff we can use to expose them." replied Calvin, enthusiastically.

"Wait! When ?"

"While you were busy daydreaming about Rupert."

"No, I wasn't !"

"Yes you were. That's why you weren't paying attention."

"How do you know I was daydreaming about Rupert? "

"Cause."

Calvin's short response made Henry more annoyed and Calvin giggled lowly. Calvin explained the information to Henry and it made Henry smile a little, Calvin quickly informed the others and the General ordered everyone to go break up the party. He also ordered other soldiers to come help.

It was complete chaos after that, the Government busted the gala and everyone was in shock and panic. They managed to get the remaining Toppats in cuffs and the other guests went home or started complaining about the Government. Henry was off to the side, watching the Toppats being arrested.

He should be feeling happy but he's not, the Toppats were gone but at what cost? Charles was still dead and he was the one who had the most beef with them. If Charles was here, he will be celebrating the defeat of the Toppat Clan.

He felt tears started to brim and he covered his mouth as not to cry, he jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Rupert with a worried look on his face, he led him out the mansion.

Once outside, Rupert led them to a quiet area and they both sat on a rock.

"Thanks." said Henry, smiling faintly.

"Yer welcome." replied Rupert, also smiling faintly. "I noticed that you were getting overwhelmed so I decided to get you out of there."

"I should be feeling happy but I'm not."

"Is it because of Charles?"

"Yes. He's not here to witness this."

"I'm sure he's proud we have taken down the Toppat Clan."

"Yeah."

They both stayed silent and they were both wondering if they should talk about their feelings but before they can, the General came over them. Victoria, Konrad, and Calvin were with him, the General congratulated Henry and Calvin which made them red in embarrassment.

"You boys did great." praised Galeforce, smiling.

"Thank you, sir." said Calvin, proudly. He was saluting him.

"Mmhm." said Henry.

"You guys did awesome." said Konrad.

"Yeah." added Victoria.

Everyone was praising Calvin and Henry except for Rupert, who was glaring at Calvin. Henry noticed this and was about to ask what's wrong but Rupert interrupted him.

"Why did you kissed Henry?" growled Rupert, lowly. Everyone was startled by his behavior.

"Uh...well...I." replied Calvin, anxiously. He was struggling to answer Rupert's question.

"Well!" demanded Rupert.

"I don't know!" defended Calvin. "I was panicking! I didn't have a plan so I wing it!"

"Why?"

"I was not thinking clearly."

"Oh sure."

Rupert and Calvin kept bickering making everyone worried, Henry was worried for Rupert while Konrad was worried for his brother.

"Do you have feelings for Henry?" questioned Calvin.

Everyone turned to Rupert who paused at that question, Henry's eyes widened and waited for Rupert's answer.

"I...I..."

"Well?"

In a fit of anger, Rupert snapped.

"What if I don't! Why would I have feelings for him!?" shrieked Rupert, not thinking rationally. "After all, he's the one that caused Charles' death in the first place! If it weren't for him he would still be alive!"

"Rupert!"

"Price!"

Rupert finally stopped his shouting when he heard Galeforce and Victoria called him, he looked around and saw everyone's reactions. Galeforce and Victoria were in shock, the twins' mouths were agape, and Henry's was...devastating.

Rupert realized what he just said and he before he can say anything, Henry bolted away from the group. Everyone tried to call him back but he didn't listened, they all turned to Rupert and glared at him.

Rupert hid his face in shame and guilt, "God, what the fuck is wrong with me?" he said to himself, angrily.

[benisalilbitch]

No one asked, but here it is anyway! (I'm not home, so I'll review the vampire bois in a bit)

Letho of Gulet

Choke me with your arms, please. Fuck yeah would bang. 14/10

The first time they mentioned Letho in the game I had no idea if I should have killed him or let him go, but I'm glad I helped my big boy because, boy oh boy is he BIG.

And isn't The Kingslayer the hottest nickname you've ever heard? He can slay me anytime.

Letho is the thickest witcher in the game and I'd die with a smile if he choked me with his thighs. He has huge dick energy. We love a grumpy, quiet boy that is so fucking badass.

We stan broad bald men that have a deep voice and look like they could kill someone. Letho is so fucking dark and so fucking hot

Excuse my thot ass while I drool over his arms and thank whoever designed hil because I apparently have a new arm kink thanks to them and my big bald boy.

Letho clearly gives 0 fucks, but still wants to help and I'm very glad I had him on my side at the Kaer Morhen battle because I had the chance to ogle him so more and watching him fight The Wild Hunt was definitely doing it for me.

We stan thicc witchers in this house and Letho is more than welcome to destroy me anytime he wants.

Send me The Witcher 3 characters and I'll rate them along with my thot thoughts.

[thewitchandtheassassin]

Agent Fury (Maria Hill x Reader)

Prompt: Can you do a Maria Hill imagine where the reader is Nick Fury’s daughter and her and Maria are the same age and they start dating secretly behind Fury’s back and he finds out

Words: 1939

Warnings: None? Secret relationships?

A/N: Aight, so I changed the prompt up a little. It’s kind of an established relationship to start out but I think it turned out pretty good.

-X-

Fury was certain something was going on. He didn’t know what exactly, but something was fishy. You were acting strange - stranger than usual, anyways. And strange wasn’t exactly the word he’d use.

You were acting different.

Smiles were more frequent and you had a pep in your step that he hadn’t seen in a long time. You were still calm and collected at work, yet there was something about you that left him perplexed.

-X-

“Good morning, Director Fury,” you greeted as you stepped into the Compound.

Fury nodded though it held a fatherly touch. He couldn’t been seen as playing favorites yet everyone knew you came before them. He was the director, but he was your father first. He cared about the good of mankind but you were his first priority; his only daughter.

Continuing through the halls, you said your good mornings to your fellow agents before finally coming across Maria Hill. She was standing in the center of a ring talking with new recruits. The newbies were watching her with wide eyes as she talked and so were you but not for the same reason. You could feel your heart fluttering as you stared at the beautiful woman, her blue eyes flickering up to meet your (e/c).

“Agent Fury,” she called out, startling the recruits. “Would you mind joining me?”

Nodding, you strolled over to her and climbed into the ring. Her fingers twitched like she wanted to reach out for you but she refrained. It was hard, though, having your girlfriend so close and not being able to hold her hand. Maria wasn’t the most affectionate partner but with you, she made the effort.

“This is Agent Fury,” Maria introduced, gesturing at you. “She’s one of our best and she will possibly be leading you on missions so if you see her, show her the utmost respect.”

You waved sheepishly at the new agents. You always got awkward when such high praises were sang. You did your best to be your best but to hear Maria introduce you with such pride made you a little embarrassed.

“Now, today we’re going to show you some close hand-to-hand combat. A lot of you were brought in due to your marksmanship skills and your talents outside of fighting but today, everyone will spar. It’ll give us an idea of your combat abilities. Agent Fury and I will demonstrate, then you’ll get up here,” Maria informed, her voice firm and commanding.

She gestured for you to settle in the other corner and you did, waiting for instructions. Maria set up in her own corner and you took a moment to soak in the sight of her.

She was in her usual attire - a black shirt and dark pants - but she looked gorgeous. She always did.

“Ready?”

At your nod, Maria raced forward at you and gave a calculated swing that you dodged easily. Your fist struck her torso, though you refused to hit her too hard. You would’ve hated yourself if you left a bruise.

She threw another punch and you caught her arm, flipping her onto her back. She stared up at you with a proud gleam in her eye. Knocking her down was a huge accomplishment. You offered her your hand but she looped her leg around yours and jerked you down, rolling on top of you before you could get up. You caught her hands as she tried to pin you but after a struggle, you conceded with a smile.

“Good job, agent,” she praised. Bending down, she whispered, “Meet me in the conference room in about an hour.”

You were confused, but you nodded all the same and Maria got off your hips and helped you to your feet. You nodded to the recruits as you slipped out of the ring and disappeared from the room, headed towards your station.

An hour couldn’t come fast enough.

-X-

Slipping into the conference room, you were startled when two arms slid around your waist and pulled you into a warm body. You immediately recognized Maria, but she had still scared you quite a bit.

“What are you doing?” you murmured. “If Dad catches us...”

“He won’t,” she assured you. “He’s in meetings all day. And,” Maria smiled though you couldn’t really see it in the dark, “I’ve missed you. That last mission was too long.”

You laughed, your arms coming around her neck. “I was only gone three days.”

“But you missed date night,” Maria pointed out.

You acknowledged her point with a jerk of your head before pressing your lips to hers. The kiss was soft and delicate, remaining simple despite the urge to deepen it. That would come later. The fact was, you were tucked away in secret without much time so there was no easy way to get lost in the embrace.

“How about I make it up to you tomorrow night?” you offered. “Dinner at my place?”

“That sounds nice,” Maria agreed, kissing your forehead.

You snuggled into her arms for a second then parted from her, despite your body’s screaming. You wished you could stay here, in this moment, forever but that was impossible.

You both had jobs to do.

-X-

The next night came faster than you anticipated and soon enough Maria was knocking on your door. You tossed it open and grinned. She was still in her SHIELD outfit, meaning she was excited enough to spend time with you that she hadn’t even gone home to change.

“Am I too early?” she asked, offering you a bottle of wine.

“Never,” you beamed, tugging her into your apartment. You set the bottle down and buried your hands in Maria’s hair, pulling her into a sweet but deep kiss.

“Hi,” she said breathlessly as you inches away, your forehead against hers.

“Hi,” you returned, mesmerized by how blue her eyes were.

The smell of your cooking trying to burn brought you out of your reverie and you rushed into the kitchen with Maria not too far behind, bottle in hand.

“Ooh, chicken Alfredo. My favorite,” she commented, leaning against the counter.

“I know,” you replied smugly, stirring the pasta.

When it was ready, the two of you sat down at your table and started eating, chatting about your day between bites. You understood how stressful Maria’s job was. Being your father’s second-in-command was tiring but you were always there to try and make it better for her.

“Agent Donovan isn’t going to last,” Maria commented after dinner, dragging you over to your couch so you could watch a movie.

“Why’s that?” you inquired curiously, flopping onto the couch beside her. You curled into her side, arm tossed over her waist.

“One of the other recruits accidentally broke his nose and he sat on the floor and cried.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” you defended, “Broken noses hurt.”

“True, but in this line of work, a lot worse can happen,” she reminded you, handing you the television remote.

She wasn’t wrong but you still hoped whoever Donovan was would pass. Maybe they could find him a desk job. SHIELD needed good people now that it was restarted.

Flipping on a romantic comedy, the two of you watched it in silence for a few minutes before your lips started drifting along Maria’s neck. She shifted a little, her head tilting as your mouth explored the expansion of skin. Your hand rubbed her stomach and Maria sighed contently.

Eventually your kisses turned to nibbles and Maria began squirming a bit. Her neck was so sensitive and God, you enjoyed that. You loved turning her into a mess. You hadn’t gone very far in your relationship, but it was still fun.

Grabbing Maria’s chin, you tilted her head so that you could attach your lips to hers. Working together in a common dance, her tongue met yours and you moaned softly. Her lips were incredibly soft and you had always loved kissing her. Her tongue wrapped around yours and you inched your way into her lap, straddling her thighs, the movie long forgotten.

Her hands fell to your waist, her lips never leaving yours. Her strong fingers held you tight, keeping you close as you continued kissing. Your head was swimming, caught between lust and love, despite it being way too soon to admit that.

You were so caught up in each other that you never heard your door click open. Fury cautiously stepped inside, his hand on his gun as he entered. He’d been calling your phone for the last hour and you hadn’t picked up, so here he was, checking to make sure nothing bad had happened to you.

Making his way into the living room, he spotted you and froze. He’d known about your sexuality for years so to see you in the arms of a woman wasn’t surprising. Seeing you with Agent Hill, however, was.

He cleared his throat and you jerked your head to look at him. With a yelp, you fell off Maria’s lap and onto the floor, your eyes wide. Maria didn’t know if she should look at you or him, so she chose the safest option which was to help you up.

“Dad! Uh, what are you doing here?” you asked as you massaged your back. Your floor was not soft.

“I called. A lot. And you didn’t answer so I came over to make sure everything was okay. Had I known you had company, I wouldn’t have.”

You smiled uncomfortably. “Yeah, sorry. My phone is in my bedroom charging.”

Fury nodded, staring at Maria who was still refusing to look at him. He knew you were old enough not to need him watching your back but you were his little girl - despite being Maria’s age - and he was going to look out for you.

“Agent Hill,” he said, finally garnering her attention.

“Sir?” she answered, anxiety soaking that one word like a torrential rain.

“You better take care of my daughter,” he warned calmly, “And don’t let this affect anything at work. Your personal lives are your own but don’t bring them into the job.”

Maria nodded, relief flooding her. She’d been terrified he’d forbid you from seeing her or that it would jeopardize her position but clearly that wasn’t the case.

Fury’s attention fell upon you and a faint smile tugged at his lips.

“I’m happy for you, (Y/N). Agent Hill is a good woman. I hope she’ll make you happy.”

You walked over to Fury and tossed your arms around him. “She does. She really does,” you whispered.

He nodded, hugging you for a moment. “I’m glad. And I’m sorry for crashing your evening. I was just worried.”

“I know. I probably would’ve been too,” you admitted as you let him go. “With our line of work...”

“Missed calls are never a good sign,” he finished, earning a chuckle from you. “Well, enjoy the rest of your night and I’ll see you both tomorrow. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Agent Hill,” he teased as he left.

Maria’s face went red and you giggled.

“That went better than expected,” you said as you settled on the couch beside Maria.

“And you were worried,” Maria joked.

“So were you!”

Maria grinned, pecking your lips before throwing her arm around your shoulders. “Want to finish the movie?”

The mood had been effectively killed by your father but that was okay. A simple night in with your girlfriend, watching bad rom coms, sounded perfect because in this moment, your world was at peace and that’s all you cared about.

“Sounds great.”

[dearfandomdiary]

Returning Home

Request: Hi hi Can I get Zelda Spellman x reader where it's angst turned into fluff

Author note: I hope this is what you had in mind, Anon. ♡

Gif is from @hb-spellman​

You had been traveling for the better part of 90 years, from country to country, never going to a city twice if you could avoid it and you were happy.

You earned your money by singing in pubs, VIP clubs, and restaurants if needed. You were provided with everything a witch would ever need and hadn't felt homesick in a long time but you couldn't shake off the feeling that you were running towards something and that feeling proved itself correct rather quickly.

You ended up in Greendale. You had heard of Greendale; the place where the dark lord fell from heaven and with that is the closest to hell. Of course, that aroused your interest and you decided to stay and figure out how much truth lay with that statement.

4 weeks had passed since you settled in Greendale and the magic radiating from the woods was immense. So you decided to take a walk through them, see where they led you.

You found your way through the woods to a clearing with a graveyard and a big house. It was getting dark and you were getting cold so you quickly made up your mind and walked over to the house. As you were walking to the porch you were greeted with a sign that read Spellman Mortuary. The name Spellman seemed familiar.

It was probably in one of the books about Greendale, you thought and knocked loudly, before stepping back.

As the door opened, you were greeted by a small blonde woman who smiled at you. "Hello dear! Can I help you?" she asked you with a British accent and you smiled kindly.

"Hello, my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I was walking through the woods when I came upon your graveyard. It seemed like the woods led me here." you explained and looked back to the pathway and frowned just slightly.

The woman stepped aside. "Please do come in. You must be freezing. My name is Hilda. I'm gonna make a nice cup of tea and as soon as you are all warmed up again you can call a cab, how does that sound?" she asked and led you inside and walked with you towards another door.

You smiled. "That sounds lovely. Thank you, Hil-" you spoke and as you entered what seemed like the living room you froze.

Green eyes caught yours and whatever you wanted to say was caught in your throat. "Zelda..." you whispered and your eyes widened.

"(Y/N)..what are you- what are you doing here?" Zelda asked and looked you up and down before she stepped towards you.

A smile started forming on your lips. "Now I know why I was led here." you stated bluntly and chuckled.

Zelda raised an eyebrow but before she could respond someone cleared his throat. "Who is that?" a blonde, no white-haired girl asked and rose from her chair.

Zelda huffed a little and turned towards the girl. "That Sabrina is (Y/N). She is...an old friend." she explained and went back to sit down. You almost automatically followed her and stood beside her armchair, watching everyone carefully. "Sabrina is our niece and that is Ambrose, our nephew." she introduced her family quickly before downing the rest of whiskey.

You nodded with a smile. "It's very nice to meet you all. I didn't want to disturb a nice family evening. I was wandering through the woods and ended up here. Now I wanted to warm myself a little and then head home again." you said and crossed your arms, now and then watching what Zelda did.

You hadn't seen each other for so very long. It must have been 70 years and she still looked as beautiful as she did back then. You had met in one of the clubs you had worked at the time and it wasn't meant to be more than a one time thing but that quickly grew and you felt yourself falling in love. Not ready for such commitment, you wrote her a letter, saying you would not be coming back and that it was nice, before leaving. But you had never forgotten those green eyes scanning your every move and those red curls bouncing on her shoulders.

Zelda huffed at your answer. "Home? Do you even know what that is?" she asked with a bitter undertone and your eyes immediately laid on her.

Just when you wanted to respond, Hilda came into the room with the promised tea and handed it to you. "Thank you, Hilda." you smiled and were led to the armchair opposite of Zelda where you took a seat.

You felt all eyes on you as you drank your tea and it was Sabrina to speak first. "What did you mean when you said you knew why you were led here?"

A smile graced your lips as you took a sip. "Well, I was traveling for a long time, people have called it running away-" as you said that your eyes landed on Zelda who rose an eyebrow stubbornly "- and for a while, I felt like I was running towards something and then I arrived here in Greendale and as I was taking a walk, I left like the woods were leading me and then somehow I ended up here. Like magic." the last word you said with an undertone of mystery and grinned into your cup.

Zelda was the first to speak. "Why did you come here? Why didn't you just turn around and leave again?" her voice sounded almost hurt and you had to swallow hard.

You stared at your cup and stirred the spoon before looking up again. "Because I felt drawn to this place? If it is the magic this town is radiating or something else, I don't know but it can't be a coincidence that I ended up at this house of all places." you said and the both of you were staring at each other, both of you too scared to blink because if you would blink the contact would break.

It took another throat clearing to bring back your attention. Your head snapped towards Ambrose who was smirking as he spoke: "Well, I don't know about you but I will head upstairs. I feel so tired all of a sudden." It took a moment before both Hilda and Sabrina caught on and agreed and soon Zelda and you were alone.

The silence was uncomfortable but neither of you dared to speak, silently drinking your tea and whiskey. After a while, Zelda spoke quietly: "Why did you leave, (Y/N)?"

You stared at your cup again and uncrossed and crossed your legs. "Because I- Because you-" you took a deep breath before starting again: "Because I was stupid. I was scared and ran away." Your eyes never left your cup and you were sure, if it wasn't for your tight grip on the cup and the saucer, the other witch could see you shaking.

A scoff sounded across from you and made you look up. "You did. I read the letter. How very noble it was to at least leave a letter." she spoke and crossed her arms. "You do that with all the ladies you fuck and then abandon? Leave a letter calling it 'nice'?" she asked and you winced slightly.

You put your teacup down and crossed your arms as well, both of you pulling up the defenses. "Normally I don't see them more than once. Normally they don't come back into the club for more." you said stiff and saw Zelda clench her jaw. Two could play that game, you thought.

"You could have at least said properly goodbye, you know? It wouldn't have hurt you." she stated, brushing a red strand out of her face.

A quick smile flickered over your face and you nodded. "Well, I had to go. I had no choice." you replied which earned you a scoff. "But I don't want to keep you awake for too long. I know you need your beauty sleep." you added and rose from your seat, quickly emptying your cup before turning to the door.

Zelda stood as well, ready to stop you but kept quiet. "It was nice seeing you again" you remarked with a smile over your shoulder and walked towards the door even though your body was screaming to stay, to hug her and never leave again.

That thought shocked you. You hadn't felt the need to settle ever since you left Zelda the first time, the reason why you left in the first place and it scared you, made you turn around and walk towards the door quicker than anticipated.

But the other witch felt the same and followed quickly, grabbing your wrist to keep you there. "Wait (Y/N)! Please wait." she called and almost collided with your chest. "From what are you running?" she whispered and if you weren't standing so close to her you probably wouldn't have heard her.

The feeling of her hand around your wrist made you smile which faltered quickly at her question. "I am not...I am not running from anything Zelda." you stated rather unconvincingly which made Zelda frown so you just sighed as you looked down, taking her hand. "You're gonna call me ridiculous if I tell you." you added quietly which caused the frown to deepen.

Zelda looked down as well and squeezed softly. "I would never." she responded and caressed the back of your hand as you took a deep breath.

This was it, you thought and swallowed, a lump forming in your throat. "W-Well I..." you started and looked up, meeting Zelda's soft gaze and you felt yourself leaning close and before you knew it your lips collided.

Zelda gasped into the kiss, her fingers coming to rest against your cheeks and your hands placed on her waist.

The kiss was soft and when you separated, desperate for air, you leaned your forehead against hers, following suit as Zelda closed her eyes. "I hope this means what I think it means because otherwise I will be very disappointed." she whispered and you laughed slightly, stealing another kiss.

"I am hoping the same. Zelda, I..I have loved you ever since New York and the reason why I left was because I couldn't handle the truth, that I fell in love with you and I thought, if I left I would just forget you but I couldn't. I still love you." you spoke and watched her every move, scared that she would pull away, push you away.

But the contrary happened, her eyes lit up and she grabbed your cheeks to pull you into another kiss. You responded and pushed her against a wall, quickly catching the frame that was about to fall which made Zelda giggle.

You seperated for a second and your worry seemed to be visible because without missing a beat she kissed you again and mumbled against your lips: "I love you too, silly. I always have."