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suchalonelysunflower · 4 years

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A Different Kind of Night (h.s)

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Summary: Is the Grammys! And you’re spending it at home with your handsome nominee.

Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of alcohol, COVID, anxiety and a bit of smut if you squint your eyes. Also, maybe some grammatical mistakes (English is not my first language. I’m sorry)

Word Count: 2.6 k

Author’s Note: let me start by saying that 1) the Grammys are rigged and I don’t trust them. 2) I haven’t seen the Grammys in years so I don’t know exactly how the awards go and 3) While this is a piece of fiction, I love Harry and I hope he brings home one golden record player 💕 Remember that Reblogs, Comments, Feedbacks and Likes are very important! You don’t know how much it helps me ❤️ Happy early Valentine’s Day. Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🦋🌻✨

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“Harry, did you get the drinks?” You asked as you walked down the stairs.

“Go’em ready in the living room, love” Your boyfriend's answer came from the kitchen, his shoes clicking against the wooden floor as he made his way to where you were fixing your hair at the end of the stairs.

The moment he saw you, all dressed up and giddy, he let out a loud whistle. You felt your cheeks turn a tinted red as you felt his eyes checking you out up and down.

“Well look at you, pet,” He said with a grin as he walked towards you, rounding his arm on your waist and pulling you closer to him “You look stunning”

He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, making you giggle as his stubble tickled your skin.

“I wanted to look good tonight,” You said with a shy smile “Even if no one is going to see me”

Harry hummed close to your ear “Lucky me, then. Don’t have to worry about anyone stealing you away from me”

You scoffed “As if that were possible” With one last kiss on his cheek, you started to walk away. But not before Harry stole one small squeeze to your butt, making you gasp and shoot him a knowing glance as you turned into the kitchen, still able to hear him laugh.

You stepped into the kitchen and made sure the finger food you ordered was ready and placed in the tray. You wanted to make tonight extra special for him despite everything that was going on.

After pushing it back a few dates, the Grammys were finally happening tonight. Given the circumstances though, they were being held in an empty theatre while all the nominees stayed home and watched the ceremony.

Upon hearing the news, Harry was understandably a bit bummed out, but then he thought better of it “At least I’ll get to spend the evening with you” He said with a grin.

It was true. If it weren’t for the norms applied for the ceremony, you weren’t going to be able to celebrate with him. At least, not at that moment. That’s the downside of having a secret relationship.

You were used to it, though. Years of sneaking around and secret rendezvous made you an expert on the topic of privacy. It was something you both agreed on earlier on in the relationship, not wanting to attract the wrong kind of attention towards the two of you.

And yes, although that meant to have to deal with all the rumors of your boyfriend dating other celebrities and see him up and about in different galas where you had to maintain your distance until you were sure there were no peeking cameras, you wouldn’t change this for the world.

You loved Harry Styles as much as the next person did. But you much rather have Harry, just Harry all to yourself. And that made you one of the luckiest people on earth according to you.

“It’s weird to see the red carpet so empty,” You said as you walked into the living room holding the tray of food. Smiling at seeing Harry already seated comfortably with a glass of wine having already poured you a glass as well.

“Pfft. It’s boring anyway” He said, helping you set the food before you sat down with him, kicking your shoes under the table and cuddling next to him “You just walk, then stop to take some pictures, then talk to some random interviewer for a random channel, say you’re excited to be there and to be wearing Gucci and keep walking”

“Oh yeah, sounds dreadful” Sarcasm clear in your voice “I don’t know how you could survive that”

He grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw it your way, making you squeal before you retaliated with some salted peanuts, starting a small but very chaotic food fight among the two of you.

You were glad that it was only the two of you. While Harry’s manager offered to make a big celebration in his name for being nominated, he opted not to. Not only because he already received well-deserved repercussions for partying in the middle of a pandemic, but because this was a special moment for him and, even though he won’t admit it, he is scared of letting everyone down if he doesn’t get the win.

You, however, still wanted to make the night special for him. So you suggested you dress up for the red carpet- even if the only carpet you’d walk on is the one in the living room, get drunk and let whatever needs to happen: happen.

He loved the idea, although now he was starting to have second thoughts “‘m not gonna clean this” He said after taking into account the mess you both created.

Popcorn was scattered across the sofa and the rug, he had some pieces of peanuts tangled in his curls and on his suit. You didn’t want to look in the mirror to check how you ended up.

“Well, I wasn’t the one who started it,” You said, shrugging as you took a sip from your wine.

He crooked one eyebrow at you, ready to make his usual teasing comments known. But just as he opened his mouth, the opening number of the ceremony was starting.

The Grammys were broadcasted on tv, but all the nominees had a link where they should enter the moment their category is announced. Harry got it all set up in the living room, the computer and the camera ready to focus on him when needed. Yes, this was odd, everything was odd in these trying times. But you were glad they managed to pull through it and celebrate the artists like they deserve, even if it’s miles apart for their safety.

You enjoyed the first few numbers, chatting over your bets about who will win what category, yelling at the tv whenever your favorites didn’t receive the golden record player, and laughing at the bad jokes of the presenters.

When the pop categories came, however, the both of you were quiet as a mouse.

You knew Harry was nervous, you’ve never seen him fidgeting this much before. You gave him your hand to hold, to distract himself a little bit and for him to feel your unconditional support, and he squeezed it hard, placing a kiss on your knuckles and patting it softly with his other hand before covering it with it as his leg started moving up and down with a quick pace.

This side of him always surprised you. You were still amazed at how confident Harry was on stage and with people from the industry, yet when it was just the two of you, you could see the real him. The doubts, the second-guessing, the frustrations, the fears, and sadness of a real person. Not from the one that’s putting on a show to please strangers in a room. With you he allowed himself to feel, really feel like he couldn’t do outside the doors of your shared home. And you knew these nominations were eating him up from the inside with the anxiety it produced on him.

Harry was a perfectionist. He felt the weight of the world on his shoulders since he was sixteen, having the responsibility and burden to carry it without a word of complaint. He gave himself out on this album, showing parts of himself his fans would appreciate and accept. The pressure he had was unbearable and he still made it out of bed every morning, ready to give the world more than it could ever ask for.

You were proud of him, you always were and you told him time and time again, knowing he appreciated more than he could say. But sometimes you wished you could take him away for some time, letting him relax and breathe without constantly having to check himself if he did a wrong move or not. If he wins tonight, at least he will know it was all worth it.

The first two nominations were called. You could feel how hard he gripped your hand before he was asked to appear in front of the camera he set up in front of him. He tried to appear unbothered, but only you noticed the way his eyes gleamed with a shimmer of hope.

Harry waved at the camera and politely nodded whenever his name was being announced with his leg bouncing out of frame. But when the presenters called another name, he was the one clapping enthusiastically as his other colleagues received the acclaimed award. Never letting his true feelings show on his face.

You never asked if he was okay after he didn’t win, you knew he would say he is and brush it off like it was nothing. But you also knew that he needed your support at this moment and you gave it freely and lovingly. Cuddling next to him and soothing his hair as he let your hand run through his curls. It was the little moments, the details that let him know that he is loved. And he feels so lucky to be loved by you.

He told you time and time again and proved it to you thousand times more. But every time he said it, every time he showed it… it still brought butterflies to your entire being.

“Okay, love,” He said as soon as they cut through commercials for what it seemed like the tenth time “The album category is up next”

He said that with a serious face. You could tell that he was nervous, it was the most important award in the pop category; he had some strong contenders this year and was not at all convinced that he would win, especially given his other two losses.

You were about to say something, wanting nothing more than to comfort him and shake that mental frown away. But a notification rang on the computer, letting him know that it was time to get online and let people see him as he waited to be called.

He looked at you and smiled, letting you know that he was okay. “It’s just a stupid award,” He said, but you knew it meant more than that.

You smiled understandingly back at him and kissed him on the cheek before getting up to stand in front of the tv but behind the camera as you did in his previous nominations of the night, making it seem like he was alone.

“You got this” You mouthed at him from where you were standing, sending him an encouraging smile and two thumbs up. He replied with a wink and his award-winning smirk as the announcer called his name among the nominees.

Harry waved at the camera and you can already see his name trending on Twitter right now, it’s been too long since his fans have seen him up close and he knew very well what he was doing. That smug bastard.

While the presenter was calling the other nominees, your phone rang. You quickly grabbed it from the table and thanked the gods’ Harry’s vídeo was muted for the time being.

“Hello?” You said quietly, not really paying attention at the name of the caller before you picked up.

Harry had his eyes on the camera, but he furrowed his eyebrows to let you know that he was just as curious as you to know who was calling at this time and at this moment.

“You need to open the door, now!” It was Jeff’s voice. He sounded frantic as he hung up immediately after.

You stood there confused for a second before realizing what was happening.

“And the winner for best pop vocal album is…. Harry Styles’ Fine Line!”

Harry’s eyes widened as he heard his name being called as the winner. He started looking around for you, but you were now gone from your spot only to return seconds later with a golden record player in your hands and tearful eyes.

You were now standing at his side, face away from the camera as the viewers could only see your arms extending the award towards Harry, who had the most beautiful and genuine smile you’ve ever seen.

He took the award and threw it on the sofa next to him, quickly standing enough to reach your face and giving you a one in a lifetime kiss. Not caring that he was on national television at the moment. He was happy.

You felt how his hands cupped your cheek softly as his lips melted with yours. It tasted salty and you didn’t know if it was because of the popcorn or the happy tears on both your eyes. You only knew that this was one of the greatest moments of his life and you were lucky enough to witness it with him.

Soon, Harry had to let go of you, smiling widely at you and mouthing an “I love you” as he sat back down to start his speech. You quickly went back to your place behind the camera and smiled at him with utter pride.

You knew how much he worked for this, to separate himself from the kid he once was and to start his own career by just being Harry. And to see him smile like that… Harry only smiled like that when he was with you. His childlike grin and sparkle in his eyes brought life to your shared home as he held the award close to his heart, finally grasping the idea that that little boy from Cheshire made it.

He made it.

“... I want to thank my mum and my sister, who were always there for me. To the fans that made this record so special and have gifted me with their enormous support. And I want to thank the person I love most in this life” He said, lifting his gaze to meet your teary eyes. He smiled like a thousand suns and gave you a look that was just exuberant with love before placing his eyes back on the camera. “I love you and I couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you so much for this”

You waited a good five seconds after his transmission ended before jumping at him on the sofa, wrapping your arms around him as you plastered kisses all over his face.

“I told you you were going to win!” You said excitedly.

He laughed and kiss your lips with passion “You did” He said between kisses “And I didn’t believe you” one more kiss “If this is not a sign for me to admit that you’re always right, I don’t know what it is”

You smiled before kissing him again, this time with more intent as you let him deepen the kiss, parting your lips as you granted him more access.

Harry grabbed you by the legs and made you straddle his lap, not breaking the kiss once as his hands roamed your back with soft touches.

“You know…” You said, letting out a sigh as his mouth traveled from your lips to your neck “You just kissed me in front of a camera”

He hummed, sending vibrations all over your pulse point “That I did”

“It’s going to be all over Twitter tomorrow”

“I don’t much care right now,” He said, placing his hands on your ass, making your hips slightly buckle against his front as he continued to ravish your neck and collarbones, leaving a trail of marks and soft breaths to follow later.

You chuckled, tangling your fingers through his hair, tugging it lightly so his eyes were on yours once again “Harry, you just won a Grammy!”

“That I did, too” He smirked, pure joy visible in his eyes.

“And how would you want to celebrate? My Grammy award winning boyfriend” You said, moving your hips with more intent and making him let out a groan.

Harry’s pupils grew and turned his eyes into a deep forest green, looking at you hungrily while he grinned “I got a couple of ideas”

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xanasaurusrex · 3 years

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Light - B.M.

Pairing: Beverly Marsh x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1918 words

Warnings: Love confession, mutual pining, swimming, swearing, Richie Tozier (it’s a warning within itself), kissing, tooth-rotting fluff I stg, Losers Club are aged up to 17, super crappy ending, not proofread, I think that’s it! Please let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: The other Losers know for a fact that Bev returns Y/N’s feelings, even though she’s blind to them herself. But after a set up one day, maybe she’ll see the light.

Notes: My first ever It (2017) fic! Also my first fic on Tumblr! Thank you to anyone who read this, because it’s taking a lot of courage to write this, let alone post it…. Yeah, Bev and Richie are my favorite characters in the movies, and, given my url, I figured my first fic should be a Bev fic! Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

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“She likes you back, Y/N,”

“No she doesn’t.”

“Stop fighting it, we all see it!”

Y/N looked at Richie with a roll of her eyes, turning back forward to avoid crashing into anyone or anything with her bike. “Can you stop with that? I don’t want you giving me false hope when I know she doesn’t like me back,”

Richie was the one to roll his eyes this time.

Everyone in the Losers Club knew that Y/N had had a crush on Bev for as long as they could all remember. Since the first day she saw Bev in the pharmacy after they found Ben outside the sewers and had gone in to find the supplies to fix him up.

Bev had been the one to save the day. She had distracted the man at the counter while they took the things they needed, and had come back afterwards to make sure that Ben was okay. Of course, Y/N had realized that it was not the time to be admiring Bev, seeing as Ben had just had a pretty rough run-in with Bowers, and Eddie was freaking out enough as it was.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to fall completely in love with the red-headed Derry resident. She lived in the apartment above hers, and whenever Bev’s dad fell asleep, Bev would climb down the fire escape and climb into Y/N’s window.

Y/N would sit with her and listen to what she said, or would just sit there, and the girls would hug.

On those nights when Bev either couldn’t go down to Y/N’s apartment, or didn’t need to, Y/N would lay down, and stare up at the ceiling, knowing that Bev’s room was directly above her own. She would wonder what Bev was doing, if she was reading the secret admirer note that Ben had given her, or if she was thinking of Y/N just as much as she was thinking of Bev.

It was torture.

It took a little longer for the other members of the Losers Club to realize that Y/N was falling in love with Bev. After that, they all began encouraging her to confess to Bev, because even though at the time they hadn’t seen the light that ignited in Bev’s eyes the second they landed on Y/N, they wanted their friends to be happy, and who else to be happy with but each other?

That was all when they were twelve, nearly five years ago. In that time, they had all seen that Bev loved Y/N the same way Y/N loved Bev. It was hard to watch the two beat around the bush with each other; subtle flirting that neither one noticed (though everyone else did), and even harder to see them think that the other was in love with other people, though everyone else thought it was painfully obvious to everyone else that it was each other they were in love with.

Now, as Y/N and Richie biked home together, Richie tried his best to convince Y/N for the thousandth time that Bev liked her back, no, loved her back.

“I’m sorry Rich, I want to believe you, I really do,” Y/N said for the thousandth time. “But you’ve gotta be blind to not see that Bev and Bill are in love with each other,”

Richie quickly realized that he didn’t have enough energy to argue with her today, even though he still wanted to, instead opting for a safer topic: the test that Mr. Herrd gave them today, that Richie was fairly sure he had failed.

***

“They’re both fuckin idiots,”

Everyone nodded in agreement at Richie’s statement as the entire Losers Club watched Y/N and Bev play around and splash each other in the lake in the quarry, both of them giggling like little girls, their cheeks bright pink, and not from the sun.

“Bev!” Y/N squealed as Bev splashed her with a particularly large amount of water. After taking a second to regain herself, she retaliated by splashing an even larger amount of water at Bev.

“It’s like they’re both wearing signs saying, ‘I’m in love with the person standing in front of me, but since I’m both a pussy and an idiot, I haven’t said anything yet,”

Stan rolled his eyes at Richie’s language, but agreed nonetheless. “I wish they would just admit it to each other already. To be honest, it’s getting tiring. Should we just… lock them in a room together and not let them leave until they confess?”

“That’s an idea,” Bill smiled.

“Maybe we should say we’re meeting at the Quarry but then none of us show up,” Eddie suggested. “Chances are they’re gonna stay and hang out, and maybe if we’re lucky they’ll say something?”

Richie scoffed. “Knowing them, fat chance. I think if this plan fails, we should go with Stan’s idea,”

The others all agreed, and decided when the best date would be to set this up, and then set the date for their backup plan, and decided they would do it at Bill’s house, since his is the biggest and they would be able to hang around and check in on them regularly without having to hear them kick and scream.

“You guys coming back?” Y/N broke the boys out of their trance after her and Bev realized that they had been splashing each other for nearly fifteen minutes, when they should have been splashing the boys. “We’re getting bored!”

The boys all gave each other a sly look before immediately running back towards the water, splashing Bev and Y/N immediately, all of them laughing as they got splashed back.

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“Are they coming?”

Bev and Y/N had been at the Quarry for nearly half an hour, both of them laying against the rocks, sunbathing, in just their bikinis. It took everything in both of them not to stare at the other and admire everything about them.

Y/N glanced at the watch that she had taken off her wrist, anticipating that they’d be swimming, and saw that it was now forty five minutes after noon, the time all the Losers had agreed to be at the Quarry.

Y/N sighed. “I don’t think so. Maybe they all forgot?”

Bev laughed. “You think Stan forgot? He’s probably at Richie’s with the others trying to get Richie out of bed. How much d’you wanna bet he stayed up all night on his Gameboy again, and now he’s sleeping the day away?”

She said the last part in a mock-dreamy way, a tone of voice that had Y/N’s heart soaring. She had always loved the sound of Bev’s voice, and there were certain times when it would just go straight to tug on Y/N’s heartstrings. It was never a particular time, just… Bev.

Everything about Bev was magical to Y/N. Somehow, all it took was one small smile, one of Bev’s smiles, and all of a sudden, Y/N was a completely different person.

Normally, she didn’t really like physical contact. It wasn’t anything in particular that had caused it, she just never was a really cuddly person. She could enjoy a short hug, or a quick high five, but anything longer than about three seconds made her uncomfortable

She wasn’t that way with Bev. Y/N would hug her for eternity, and would never want to stop. The two often held hands, and told everyone else that it was purely platonic, though Y/N secretly wished that it would be something more.

Y/N knew that Bev was still talking, but she couldn’t focus on anything more than the way that Bev’s lips were moving, as they moved quickly and perfectly to form the words that were on Bev’s brain.

The conscious, realistic part of Y/N’s brain told her that she should be focusing on what her friend was actually saying. That in just a few seconds, Bev was going to do the thing that they always did in movies where she waved her hand in front of Y/N’s face and asked if she had heard anything she said.

Sure enough, she did.

“Y/N/N, are you even listening to me?” Bev asked with a small chuckle.

The sound alone sent more heat to Y/N’s cheeks.

“S-sorry,” Y/N said quickly, shaking her head, almost as if that would clear her head of the thoughts she shouldn’t be having about her best friend. “Just uh… feeling a little out of it today, that’s all,”

Bev nodded in understanding. “Yeah. Today just… feels weird.”

Y/N nodded in agreement.

The two stayed silent for a few more minutes, before Y/N sat up again. “So, since the boys aren’t coming, we probably shouldn’t wait for them to start swimming, right?”

Bev nodded in agreement, before jumping up and running towards the water, yelling, “Last one in the water is a dancing clown!” behind her, before immediately splashing into the water, getting to a deep enough area, and diving in.

Y/N cursed herself, and then immediately launched herself into the water after Bev, inadvertently splashing her with water as she came out of the water herself at the perfect time.

“Got you!”

***

Y/N shook the water droplets out of her hair, refraining from watching as Bev dried out her own hair, slipping the loose dress that she had brought with her over the bikini that she had worn.

It was now five forty five, and Y/N was going to be expected home for dinner soon. After realizing this, she had reluctantly told Bev that she needed to head home.

Since they lived in the same apartment complex, Bev said she’d go with her.

The sunlight from the sunset bounced off the lake and onto the two girls standing on the beach next to the lake in the Quarry.

Y/N couldn’t help herself this time. She looked up to Bev, and found that she was staring at her the same way, admiring how the golden light danced across her skin, from the top of her coppery red curls to the very bottom of her feet.

Before she could even process what she was doing, Y/N quickly closed the space between her and Bev, pressing her lips against Bev’s.

It only took Bev two seconds to kiss back, relieved that Y/N had been the one to make the first move.

After a few seconds, they realized that they needed air, so the two reluctantly pulled apart, resting their foreheads together.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” Y/N whispered breathlessly.

“It was love at first sight, wasn’t it?” Bev asked. “I saw you with the boys and I knew that it was always going to be you. It’s always been you, Y/N,”

“It’s always been you, Bev,”

The two pulled apart, Bev’s arms still wrapped around Y/N’s neck, Y/N’s hands placed lovingly on Bev’s waist. As she looked into Bev’s eyes, she saw a glint in her eyes that she hadn’t seen before.

The light made Bev’s eyes even brighter than they already were, and the longer Y/N looked at her, the more she fell in love.

“I love you, Bev,” she confessed quietly, feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulder at the confession. “I always have.

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years

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Quarantine Lovers (Part Two) | Charlie Gillespie

Part 2 in the “Life in Quarantine with Charlie” / “Quarantine Lovers” series! You can find part 1 HERE!! Hope you like this!

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x reader

Warnings: Implication of sex, more sexually tinted scenes

A/N: I used some songs in this one too, none of which are mine. Full credit for those go to the creators of the songs!

How Can I Say No To This?

So far, quarantine with Charlie has been a blast. Though things are scary and you both get a little anxious at times, you still have each other, and for now, that’s all that counts. It’s all you have. But it’s more than enough.

One day, when Charlie has back-to-back interviews, you -- being bored as hell -- figured it would be fun to surprise Charlie and you knew exactly how. There was only one person you could call to help you with it. Tori Caro. The two of you had talked on FaceTime before when Charlie had a bit of a reunion over Zoom with all of them and all of them wanted to meet you after Madi, Owen and Jeremy told everyone about you.

“Hey, girl!” you greet when the girl appears on your phone screen. “Hey, Peaches!” she greets back, her smile nearly reaching her ears. “What’s up?” She settles herself onto her bed, leaning against the bedframe whilst holding her phone up to her face.

“I am extremely bored and Charlie’s doing interviews all day, but I kind of had the idea to surprise him, which I need your help for.” Her eyebrows raise in intrigue. “Do spill.” You place your phone on the coffee table, letting it balance against a glass of water.

“I want you to teach me Madi’s part of the choreo to Perfect Harmony, so when we listen to music while cooking tonight, I might be able to surprise him by doing the dance with him?” You explain, then laugh at yourself. “That sounds lame, doesn’t it?”

“What? No! Not at all! I think it’s cute! I’ll definitely help you!” And with that said, the two of you spend about an hour teaching the choreography. “I bet he’s going to be extremely surprised by this, Y/N!” You giggle at her compliment, panting a little from the exertion.

“Thanks, Tori!” You say when you hear the door to the studio/office open. You quickly take a seat on the sofa, grabbing your phone with you and sipping from the glass of water.

“Please, film it when you do it!” she tells you, and you just simply nod vigorously. When Charlie enters the living room, you look up, offering him a smile.

“Who are you talking to?” he asks with a smile before sitting down next to you and glancing at the screen himself. “Tori!” he exclaims excitedly, his face lighting up entirely.

“Charlie!” Tori retorts, matching his level of enthusiasm. “How were interviews?” He wraps an arm around you as you lean further into his body, a habit you’ve accumulated over the course of being together.

“Great! We’ve played a couple games as well. It was good fun!” He explains. Though there’s a smile on his face, you can tell he’s tired and would rather curl up on the sofa with you.

“Hey, Tori. We’re gonna go, start on dinner and stuff,” you tell her, to which she shoots you a knowing look. “Thanks for helping me out.”

“Helping you out with what?” Charlie asks, his fingers trailing up and down your arm.

“Uhm… She helped me pick an outfit for our date tomorrow,” you lie. It’s a plausible lie. Ever since getting to know Charlie’s friends and cast members, you’ve been calling or texting the girls from the cast to ask for help with stuff like that.

“Aw, that’s cute!” he says with that same, excited, beaming smile on his face. “You could come in pj’s for all I care, and you’d still look gorgeous to me.” Tori pouts at this, and awes loudly.

“Alright, we’re gonna go and make dinner,” you say, patting Charlie’s thigh twice. “See ya, Tori!” You offer her a wave and the brightest of your smiles, Charlie doing the exact same.

“Bye, Peaches!” You hang up the phone and get up from the sofa, turning to Charlie and reaching your hands out to help him up.

“Do we have to cook? Can’t we order something?” he whines, placing his hands in yours. You pull him up to his feet, but don’t really move, causing there to be no space between you.

“We’ve ordered last night,” you remind him and lace your fingers with his. “Besides, I already bought everything from the shops!” He widens his eyes, faking shock. “Yes, I went to the frontlines, to the most dangerous place on earth at the moment!” You retort dramatically before a giggle escapes you. Charlie lets out an airy laugh before dipping down and kissing you on the lips.

“Alright, let’s get cooking!” He leads you towards the kitchen and starts grabbing everything the two of you need whilst you turn on the music. You’ve made a lockdown playlist together with all of your favorite songs, including the entire Julie and The Phantoms soundtrack, which is what it starts with; Now or Never. You quickly queue up a couple other songs before adding Perfect Harmony to that list too. The two of you sing along softly at first, until the chorus hit and you’re belting the lyrics at the top of your lungs. This has occurred a few times during lockdown already; the sing-and-dance-along parties in your pj’s or during cooking.

By the time your pasta is cooking and still has about five minutes left, Perfect Harmony chimes through the speakers. Now’s your time to surprise him.

“Step into my world Bittersweet love story 'bout a girl Shook me to the core Voice like an angel I've never heard before”

You turn him around and grab his hands, doing the choreography Tori has taught you today. He’s surprised, but dances along as if on automatic.

“Here in front of me They're shining so much brighter Than I have ever seen Life can be so mean But when he goes, I know he doesn't leave”

You push him away to the living room where he has a little more space to do the floor work he did on the show, and does it flawlessly.

“The truth is finally breaking through Two worlds collide when I'm with you Our voices rise and soar so high We come to life when we're In perfect harmony”

He picks you up into the lift with ease, as though you’re as light as a feather.

“Whoa-oa-oa, whoa-oa-oa Perfect harmony”

He looks at you in pure surprise and delight, softly singing the lyrics along with the audio.

“Whoa-oa-oa, whoa-oa-oa Perfect harmony”

“Is that what Tori actually helped you with?” he asks when you reach the part without choreography since the song was cut shorter in the show. He’s still holding onto your hands.

“Yup,” you reply with a cheesy smile. “I was bored and wanted to learn that dance anyway since you and Madi made it look so cool on the show… Plus, I wanted to surprise you after your long day of interviews.” A tender chuckle erupts from his mouth as he shakes his head in disbelief.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” he kisses your knuckles before turning you around, so you’re with your back pressed against his chest, and throws your hands up, continuing the choreo.

“We say we're friends we play pretend You're more to me we create Perfect harmony”

He twirls you out and away from him until you reach the wall you carefully place your hands onto to stop yourself.

“That’s such a fun choreo,” you say as you turn back to the pasta to check how it’s doing.

“Yeah, I know,” he agrees whilst walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “Can I tell you a secret?” he whispers in your ear, then presses a kiss underneath it.

“Of course,” you whisper back, trying to keep your composure.

“I like dancing with you better than with Madi,” he lets out a giggle after, and it’s the cutest thing you ever did hear. “Don’t tell her.” You turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him on the mouth softly.

“My lips are sealed,” you say and kiss him once again. “With a kiss.” He plants his lips on yours again, for a longer, more passionate kiss this time. “Time for dinner,” you mumble against his lips.

“I prefer starting with dessert,” he says. You giggle at his comeback, and squeal when he picks you up and brings you to the living room.

“Charlie!” you protest, detaching your lips, “At least let me put the food off the stove so it doesn’t burn?” He retraces his steps backwards, and plops you back on your feet, so you can take care of the food. “All right, we’re good to go,” you say as you turn to him. “Catch me.” With no time left to think, you jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as you resume the passionate kiss from before. For once, you don’t mind starting with dessert before dinner. You’ve been bored all day without him, the least he could do is make it up to you… In bed…

“People are asking to go live on Insta,” you tell Charlie when the two of you are back in the kitchen, heating up the food you’d left out. You didn’t even bother to put proper clothes on. You just grabbed the closest thing you found, which is Charlie’s Canada sweatshirt.

“Yeah, sure, we could eat whilst chatting to them…” he says, grabbing two plates. After being introduced to the rest of the cast, you’ve been interacting with them a lot more on social media, and -- along with Madi’s blabbing in interviews about Charlie’s secret quarantine partner-- the fans have figured out it was you. And that the two of you are, in fact dating. Especially since Meghan, Charlie’s sister, couldn’t help but jokingly call you ‘sister-in-law’ when commenting on one of your pictures on Instagram.

Charlie hands you his phone for you to set up the live whilst he grabs dinner from the microwave.

“Okay, we’re live!” you exclaim when Charlie hands you the plate and a fork. “Thank, babe.” He takes a seat next to you on the couch and sets his plate on his lap.

“Hello, people!” He greets the now about 1k people watching the live. You watch as a dozen of comments yell back at you that the two of you ‘definitely just had sex!’, and can’t help but giggle at that. “Do you guys have any questions for us?”

At the same time, Alexander Hamilton from the musical Hamilton starts playing through the speakers. You’d forgotten to turn the music off, but it’s quite nice having background noise all the time.

You gasp, capturing Charlie’s attention, and start singing along flawlessly.

“The ten-dollar founding father without a father Got a lot farther by working a lot harder By being a lot smarter By being a self-starter By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter”

Charlie looks at you with a surprised smirk on his face while the comments about Hamilton start streaming in, neither of you paying attention.

“And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter”

You smile down at your boyfriend as he simply watches you in admiration while stuffing his mouth with pasta.

“Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain”

The song goes on, but you turn to the phone to see what everyone’s been saying. You laugh when your eyes catch a comment.

“Someone said ‘Get someone who looks at you the same way Charlie looks at Y/N’.” Others asked if you could do the rap from Guns & Ships, to which you replied with a determined “Yes! And Satisfied too!”

“We’ve watched the movie on Disney Plus about a dozen times. Of course she knows it!” Charlie adds after swallowing his pasta. “Now eat your pasta before it gets cold!” You comply and eat your food whilst answering some of the questions here and there. Some of them are about Julie and The Phantoms, which Charlie answers, and others are about your relationship. Most of them want to know how you two met and how lockdown is going for you guys. All of which you answer very honestly, chiming in to add something when the other’s answering.

“Ooh! Tori’s here!” you notice, “Hi, Tori! I’m sorry I didn’t film the surprise!” Tori comments, ‘BOO!’ in all caps, which makes you chuckle. And then all the questions about the surprise started flooding in. “Tori taught me the Perfect Harmony dance, and I surprised him with it when we were making dinner.”

Everyone’s telling you to do it again, including Tori, so, you obey and put the song on again, showing what you did earlier that evening.

“AMAZING!” Tori comments with a bunch of hearts plastered behind it. Some other fans comment something along those lines as well, others tell you they liked it better with Madi, but the bigger part of the comments tell you they think otherwise.

Then, a One Direction starts to play, and you can’t help but sing and dance along from the couch, which gives you an idea.

“Babe!” you exclaim, gripping his bicep, “We should show them what we do in Quarantine when we’re cooking meals!” Charlie chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. “Yes! Come on!” You turn to the phone again. “Guys! Tell Charlie we have to show you what we do whenever we need a break from work or we’re cooking together!” Comments flood into the box at a fast speed, all of them saying “DO IT CHARLIE!”.

So, with a groan, he gets up from the couch, taking the phone with him and placing it a bit higher, so you’re both in shot completely.

“But I need you guys to vibe along, okay?” Comments of assent pile in, and Charlie turns the volume up a little whilst you get up too. The both of you start singing and dancing along to the One Direction song, knowing everyone at home is dancing with you. After that song, Dead Girl Walking from the Heathers musical starts playing.

“Oh! Where are my Heathers fans?!” you ask the audience, glancing at the phone for all the Heathers comments to come in. “I saw the West End version when I was in London in 2018!” You tell them, and Charlie, though he knows that.

“Yeah, I know, babe,” he tells you with a smile before you turn back to him, standing in front of him with barely any space between you. He towers over you, like he always does, and it would normally get you weak in the knees, but not this time. Not with this song playing.

“Ssh…” You press your finger to his lips, a teasing smirk tugging at your lips.

“Had to see you hope I didn’t wake you See I decided I must ride you ‘til I break you”

You wiggle your eyebrows, both of you knowing that already happened earlier.

“‘Cause Heather says I gots to go You’re my last meal on death row Shut your mouth And lose them tighty-whities!”

Charlie knew you could sing, but he had no clue you could hit notes this high.

“Come on! Tonight I'm yours I'm your dead girl walkin' Get on all fours Kiss this dead girl walkin' Let's go, you know the drill I'm hot and pissed and on the pill Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking!”

You see Charlie swallow visibly, glancing nervously at the phone filming all of this and decide to stop before he completely melts down into a puddle of sweat. Now or Never begins to play when you skip to the next song.

Charlie’s demeanor suddenly changes and fully starts rocking out now, forgetting anything just happened mere seconds ago. You follow his example and start jumping around like a hyper rabbit.

“When all the days felt black and white those were the best shades of my life!”

You throw your hands up in the air at this, stopping the jumping. “That’s my favorite line ever!” you exclaim loudly, making sure the viewers hear too.

Comments of agreement flash onto the screen as you and Charlie lapse into the bridge.

The next song is one of your favorite Hamilton songs to belt; Say No To This. Though not your favorite scene from the musical, it is still one of your favorite songs.

“You know this one, baby!” You say to Charlie.

“No, I can’t, I can’t do--” he cuts himself off and starts singing along with Lin-Manuel Miranda.

“That’s when miss Mariah Reynolds walked into my life, she said,” he points at you, telling you to take over.

“I know you are a man of honor I'm so sorry to bother you at home But I don't know where to go, and I came here all alone”

“She said”

“My husband's doin' me wrong Beatin' me, cheatin' me, mistreatin' me Suddenly he's up and gone I don't have the means to go on”

He struggles with the next line, not knowing the musical quite as well as you do.

“You're too kind, sir,” you sing anyway with a smile on your face. He does know the next line.

“I gave her thirty bucks that I had socked away She lived a block away, she said”

“This one's mine, sir”

You try your best to imitate Jasmine Cephas-Jones’ husky, warm tone.

“Then I said, "Well, I should head back home She turned red, she led me to her bed Let her legs spread and said”

“Stay”

“Hey”

Then both of you started to sway back and forth, twirling around the living room, singing along to the ‘no’s and ‘go’s from the ensemble.

“Ooh! This is my favorite part!” you say excitedly, preparing yourself for the belts.

“No, sir”

“Half dressed, apologetic, a mess, she looked pathetic, she cried”

“Please don't go, sir”

“So was your whole story a setup?”

“I don't know about any letter”

“Stop crying God dammit, get up”

“I didn't know any better”

“I am ruined”

“Please don't leave me with him, helpless”

“I am helpless, how could I do this?”

“Just give him what he wants and you can have me”

“I don't want you, I don't want you”

“Whatever you want, if you pay You can stay”

You grasp Charlie’s bicep as a support to keep your balance while you throw your head back to belt out the note. This shuts Charlie up entirely, impressed with your singing abilities.

“I knew you could sing, but damn, babe, you got pipes!” He turns to the phone where fans voice their impression and awe, complimenting your voice.

Connecting with Charlie’s fans and doing things like this with Charlie is literally one of your favorite things you’ve ever done. There’s nothing better than rocking out with a bunch of friends, even if you don’t see 2k of them.

“Alright, guys,” Charlie says, turning down the volume after a few more songs, “We’re gonna go.” He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, placing his chin on your shoulder to peer at the screen. “Thank you for jamming out with us today! We’ll see you later!” You offer a smile and a wave before ending the livestream.

“That was fun!” You exclaim excitedly, bouncing up and down as you make sure to save the video onto his IGTV. Charlie turns you around, placing his hands on your hips and pressing a kiss to your forehead. When you’re done, you lock his phone and put it into his pocket, looking up at him with a happy smile on your face.

“Can you hit that last note again?” he asks with hope in his eyes.

“That gets you going, doesn’t it?” You wiggle your eyebrows as a teasing smirk creeps onto your face. He bites his bottom lip, which to be fair, gets you going. So, you cough and place your hands under his biceps on his ribcage, gripping at his shirt tightly. “Just give him what he wants and you can have me. Whatever you want, if you pay, you can stay!”

“We ought to get you on season two,” he whispers before crashing his lips onto yours for a passionate kiss that leads you straight to the bedroom again.

“How can I say no to this?” You mumble against his lips cheekily.

This lockdown and quarantine thing isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. If you’ve got Charlie by your side, you’re good to do anything.

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angrypomerianian · 3 years

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class 1-a and 1-b perform at the sports festival. (like a talent show) katsuki and jirou duet a song for the sports festival!

nezu being the god he is, makes class 1-a and 1-b perform in the sports festival this year.

jirou is the only one that knows katsuki can sing, besides eri, so she asks him to do a duet with him because despite is rough demeanor, his voice is like an angel singing from the heavens onto the earth. obviously, he’s all like , ‘fuck off’, until jirou uses a secret weapon. eri. eri is an angel that katsuki has a soft spot for, so jirou convinces her to try and convince katsuki to sing with her, and it works.

jirou and katsuki meet up at the music room daily, which mina and denki notice. they start gossiping and come to the conclusion that they are dating.

they tell what they saw to the rest of the class, and they start a bet on whether or not they really are dating. momo and todoroki are j e a l o u s because momo likes jirou and todoroki likes katsuki.

jirou and katsuki decide on singing I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry, with katsuki changing pronouns to he/him. the reason they chose it was because they heard about the rumors about them dating.

they casually get closer because of all the time they spend practicing, and the class takes it as a hint that they’re dating (which they most definitely are not.)

all the girls (except jirou) choreographed a dance and the rest decided to perform Hero Too together. todoroki also told his thoughts to midoriya about jirou and katsuki.

the day of the performance, jirou and katsuki wear matching hoodies with middle fingers on them. (katsuki obviously chose it, who else?)

mina sees them wearing it and squeal, gaining the attention of everyone else. everyone crowded around them, taking in the matching outfits and asked them what was up with it. everyone was obviously waiting for them to say they were together, but katsuki said, “we decided to perform together, why got a fucking problem with it?”

kirishima slings an arm around his shoulder, “no, bro! it’s totally manly to be singing with your girlfriend!”

“...hah!?”

“what? aren’t you and jirou dating?”

“NO! WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT SHITTY IDEA!?”

jirou looked at the class, equally shocked. “y-you guys think we’re dating?”

the class nodded their heads. after a few moments of silence, jirou and katsuki burst out laughing.

“y-you think i would date kyoka!? in my fucking nightmares!”

“i don’t know what i’d do if i were dating you, katsuki!” yes, first names basis. they are 100% on first name basis just to spite their classmates.

after the two calmed down, they walked away and high-fived. the class was too in shock to see that todoroki and momo visibly relaxed.

the girls performed first, they danced to a kpop song. they wore a crop top and sweatpants, all the shirts were different colors to match their style.

the boys played an instrumental of Hero Too next.

then, class 1-b left. they made a display using their quirks which earned a lot of praise. class 1-a could practically feel monoma’s smug stare, but they were waiting for jirou and katsuki to perform. the curtain was closed and the students were all waiting in the audience.

they could hear people shuffling around and placing things down. when the curtain finally rose, there was quite a shock. jirou and katsuki were both sitting on stools, an electric guitar in katsuki’s arms and a mic in jirou’s hands. there was a mic stand holding up katsuki’s microphone.

“are they going to sing?” sero asks

kaminari snickers, “i wonder how badly bakubros gonna sing.” he talks his phone out and gets ready to record.

music starts playing in the background, and katsuki plays along with the guitar.

jirou starts singing, “this was never the way i planned, not my intention~ i got so brave, drink in hand. lost my descretion!”

katsuki opened his mouth, ‘it’s not what i’m used to! just wanna try you on~ i’m curious for you... caught. my attention!’ his voice was rich in tone, and clear to hear. he was wearing a mischievous smirk. kaminari squeaked and nearly dropped the phone. this was clearly not what they were expecting.

jirou took over the next verse, “i kissed a girl and i liked it! the taste of her cherry chapstick~ i kissed a girl just to try it, i hope my boyfriend don’t mind it~”

“it felt so wrong, it felt so right. don’t mean i’m in love tonight! i kissed a girl and i liked it... i liked it!”

“no i don’t even know your name. it doesn’t matter! you’re my experimental game, just human-nature!“

“it’s not what good girls do. not how they should behave~ my head gets, so confused... hard to obey!”

“i kissed a boy, and i liked it! the taste of his cherry chapstick~ i kissed a boy just to try it... i hope my girlfriend don’t mind it!”

“it felt so wrong, it felt so right! don’t mean i’m in love tonight! i kissed a boy and i liked it.. i liked it!”

“us girls we are so magical. soft skin, red lips, so kissable. hard to resist, so touchable! too good to deny it. ain’t no big deal, it’s innocent!“

“i kissed a boy, and i liked it! the taste of his cherry chapstick! i kissed a boy just to try it... i hope my girlfriend don’t mind it!“

“it felt so wrong, it felt so right! don’t mean i’m in love tonight~ i kissed a boy and i liked it... i liked it!”

the final note played and the song ended. the cheers were heard, and they high-fived before going back stage. the race to meet them was like a bloodbath. people were shoving and pushing to get there first.

hagakure got there first, “i didn’t know you could sing, bakugou!”

he rolled his eyes in return, “you didn’t know because i didn’t fucking tell you.”

the rest of the class catches up with her and crowds around the duo.

“so you guys aren’t dating?” tsu asks.

“bitch i’m gay.” katsuki snorts.

jirou raises her hand, “i’m a proud lesbian.”

the class is silent with shock, watching as the two walk away, discussing about singing together more in the future.

two weeks later, katsuki gets tired of jirou and momo dancing around each other. he locks them in a closet.

#bakugou katsuki #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #class 1-a #monoma neito #hagakure toru #uraraka ochaco #tsuyu asui #momojiro #mina ashido #denki kaminari #sero hanta #kirishima eijirou #bakusquad

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aloysiavirgata · 4 years

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Xenia

Title: Xenia By: Aloysia Virgata Rating: PG Category: MSR Timeline: X Cops Summary: Brunch in WIllow Park Notes: For @perplexistan, who came up with this amazing idea.

***

He’s staring out the window into the grungy hotel courtyard when he hears the knock at the door. Mulder frowns and, against all recommendation, tucks his gun into the waistband of his boxers. He approaches the door as though it may be on fire. “Hello?” he calls.

“Mulder, it’s me.”

He puts his gun on top of the microwave, unfastens the three locks to admit Scully. “What’s up, buttercup?”

She’s snapping a pink card against her palm, scowling as she passes beneath his arm. “Brunch,” she says.

Mulder shuts the door before following her to the bed. She’s hunched there like a tiny storm cell, glowering, gathering steam. He decides against a romantic overture, though it’s been a week since she last spent the night and he wants to...to lick her.

“Brunch?” he repeats.

She holds the card out. “Sergeant Duthie has accepted an invitation on our behalf.”

Mulder, baffled, takes it from her. The card is flamingo pink, ornamented with two palm trees and two gold-rimmed champagne glasses. In careful gold calligraphy, it invites them to join Steve and Edy for BRUNCH AND BUBBLY! at 10:30.

His jaw drops. “You cannot possibly be serious.”

She snatches it back from him. “Serious as hantavirus. I hope you brought something in a nice madras.”

He sits next to her on the bed, stunned. “Why has Sergeant Duthie done this to us? We were helpful, Scully. You rendered medical aid. You did a late night autopsy out of the goodness of your heart.”

Scully, prim, tucks the card into her jacket pocket. “I did a late night autopsy because you’re bossy and demanding, but that isn’t the point.”

“Do we have to go?” he asks, like she’s his mother.

Scully glares at him. “’Do we have to go?’” she mimics in a falsetto. “Of course we have to go, we’ll look awful if we don’t. The tabloid headlines will practically write themselves. FBI SNUBS LOCAL NEIGHBORHOOD COUPLE. You wanted to go charging around on camera talking about fear monsters for the noble cause of cryptozoology and look where it got us.”

He sighs. “Well, of everyone we encountered on that little goose chase, they’re not awful. I wouldn’t want to have brunch at the crack house.”

She chews the inside of her cheek, stewing. “I can’t believe this.”

Mulder thumps her back in a comradely manner. “The food will probably be decent, right? Probably good coffee, too. Not to mention the bubbly!”

Scully scrunches her nose, pressing her hand to her eyes. “Mulder, I swear to God…”

The event begins to take shape in his mind, Steve and Edy’s tidy home with little morsels on trays. He tries to remember the campy snacks his mother ordered for her bridge club. Lots of puff pastry and ornamental parsley.

Scully gets to her feet. “Well, shower and iron your seersucker suit,” she says gloomily. “I’ll call a cab.”

“It’ll be fun,” he says, excited as always by any novel experience. He considers too that Scully needs to be socialized more often, and it’s not like he takes her on real dates. This will be good for her. He will make her enjoy herself, he decides.

“Oh, I can’t wait for you to get halfway through your third mimosa and start dispensing relationship advice,” Scully says. “Between Edy and Hollman, maybe you should quit the FBI and start a romance column.”

“I get no kick from champaaaaaagne,” he croons.

“Mulder.”

“Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all…”

“MULDER.”

“So tell me why should it be true, that I get a kick out of you?”

His gun falls off the microwave when she slams the door.

***

The driver takes them to a decrepit looking stucco building to procure a hostess gift from what he assures them is the best bakery within 20 miles. Dubious, Mulder and Scully follow him inside. Behind the ancient formica counter, a withered old woman brandishing an immense wooden spoon speaks loudly with the cabbie for several moments in an unknown tongue. He points at his fares, gesturing broadly.

Mulder tries to look respectable, the kind of person who deserves only the finest. He nudges Scully, who offers a vague wave at the proprietress.

The old woman considers them for a moment, then chooses several items from her display case. She secures them in a tidy parcel, which she passes to Scully, who accepts it like an IED.

The woman beckons Mulder down to her and when he obliges, bent nearly double, she pinches his cheek and whacks his arm in a loving manner with the spoon.

Scully, delighted, pays and tips her generously before they get back on their way.

***

The cab stops in front of Steve and Edy’s house. Mulder, who feels this is all becoming a splendid adventure, praises the cabbie for his excellent service. He leaves an extra five on the front seat before they get out.

Scully holds the bakery box with a mournful air. “Well,” she says. “Here we are.”

Mulder opens the gate in the chain link fence, striding along the walkway to the house. He is already on the porch, examining the empty birdcage, when she trudges up.

He chucks her under the chin. “Smile pretty.”

Her nostrils flare, but there is no other response.

Mulder knocks at the door, and is greeted almost immediately by Edy. She is wearing tropical print harem pants, a purple tunic, and a white turban ornamented with a tremendous topaz brooch and a single peacock feather. She squeals delightedly and flings her arms around him.

“AY-gent Mulder,” Edy gushes. “Well don’t you look mighty handsome. And Agent Scully, child, you did NOT have to bring a GIFT.”

Mulder extricates himself from Edy’s grasp. “Thanks, uh, for having us. It wasn’t necessary.”

“No,” Scully pipes up. “It really wasn’t.”

Edy waves her elegant hand. “It is absolutely our pleasure. Now come on in.” She swans into the kitchen, leaving them stranded in the living room. The house smells gloriously of food.

Scully shuts the door with her hip. “Um,” she says.

Mulder directs his attention to a collection of ceramic animals on a shelf. A little seal balances a ball on its snout, so shiny it looks like hard candy.

Steve emerges from the hallway, dapper in a crisp button down. “I heard her fussing from the bathroom,” he says. “She changed her outfit five times.”

“Well, it’s certainly nice to feel wanted,” Mulder observes. He looks at the vase of flowers on the table, the bright cloth beneath it. The sweet domesticity tugs at him.

“We brought this,” Scully says, nearly shoving the box into Steve’s hands.

Steve takes it, smiling. “Well, isn’t that mighty nice of you? You went to Sofia, that place is real good. Bulgarian.” He places the box on the table. “Go on and take a seat, just going to help out in the kitchen.”

They sit across from one another at the table after he disappears from view. Mulder rubs his arm. “I think the bakery lady left a mark.”

“You’re probably betrothed now.” Scully toys with a crystal salt shaker. “Some old Bulgarian custom.”

“Jealous?”

She offers a moue of disdain.

Edy emerges from the kitchen with a bar cart. As predicted, there are flutes of mimosas on the top of it, and a whole pitcher besides. The rest is loaded with food. “TaDAAAAA!” Edy sings, with a grand flourish.

“Edy, this is too much,” Mulder says, rubbing his hands together. Even Scully looks impressed.

“She’s been busy all morning,” Steve says proudly, hands on her shoulders.

Edy beams, hands them each a plate of Eggs Benedict. “I make that Hollandaise myself,” she says, taking her seat as the peacock feather sways. “Grow the lemons out back, too. All this out back.” She surveys her table, a presiding empress.

Steve unloads the rest of the cart, plates of fruit and tiny tomato sandwiches and cheese straws. A mound of home fries glossy with butter and fragrant with browned onions.

“Don’t forget the bubbly,” Edy says, scandalized. “We need a toast.”

Steve dutifully passes them each a mimosa before sitting down.

Edy lifts her glass. “Well, I will just say thank you to our new friends from the FBI who are doing their best to keep us safe even with a bunch of skanky-ass crackheads running around, may they rest in peace. Amen.”

Scully is staring at the table, chewing hard on her bottom lip to keep from laughing.

Mulder doesn’t dare try to catch her eye. “Uh, amen,” he says, and takes a sip of his drink. He blinks; Edy has a heavy pour.

“I squeezed that juice myself too,” Edy says.

Steve rolls his eyes. “You sound like the Little Red Hen, you gonna let us eat or what?”

“I told you he disrespects me,” she mutters into her glass.

Scully has recovered herself and is cutting into her egg, which spills golden yolk onto her plate. She removes a wedge of the sandwich with surgical precision and puts it into her mouth, wary. Her face brightens as she chews. “Edy, this is delicious.”

Mulder is proud of Edy.

“My Granny Minerva taught me to cook,” she says. “I grew up with her mostly, in the Lowcountry.”

Mulder perks up. “Oh, did you? My grandparents had a place in Hilton Head.”

Edy snorts. “Mmmhmmm, I bet they did. I bet you’re a trust fund baby to the cradle, you have pretty hands.”

Scully laughs around a chunk of watermelon, sputters and coughs. She presses a cloth napkin to her mouth, blushing pink as the fruit.

“You okay?” Steve asks, his brow furrowed. “You need a drink?”

Scully, still magenta, shakes her head and gulps half of her mimosa. “I’m fine,” she manages. Mouths “pretty hands” to Mulder.

Mulder scowls at her.

“ANNNyway,” Edy continues. “I lived with Granny and I learned all her secrets.” She gestures at the tomato sandwich on Mulder’s plate. “The trick is you pat the tomatoes dry first, did you know that, Hilton Head?”

Steve refills his glass. “She lived with Granny Minerva because her mama was a runaround.”

Edy whips her head around. “I have TOLD you not to disrespect my mama.”

Steve purses his lips but says no more.

Mulder applies himself to his Eggs Benedict, which is rich and delicious and speaks highly of Granny Minerva. Scully is nibbling a cheese straw with interest.

Edy props her chin in her palm, tapping her cheek with her fingers. “The FBI, now what is that like to do? It seems real scary to me.” She looks at Mulder through her extravagant lashes.”Real daaaangerous,” she purrs.

Scully’s lower lip is back between her teeth.

Mulder chases a potato around his plate with his fork. “Well, uh, it depends, I guess. I mean sometimes, sure, it’s pretty dangerous I guess, depending, but we have a lot of training and all and there’s paperwork mostly too, which is only dangerous if you get the math wrong and there’s an audit, haha, so…” he trails off.

“Agent Mulder just doesn’t want you to feel concerned,” Scully interjects smoothly. “Situations like the one you experienced are exactly what we’ve been trained to do, so there’s no need to be worried. We go through a pretty extensive program in the Academy.” She spears a slice of kiwi and pops it into her mouth.

Mulder could kiss her, right in front of Steve and Edy and God and everybody. Haul the camera crew back for all he cares. But he knows better. She’ll get there on her own.

Edy fans herself. “I just can’t imagine. We are too glad you were here.”

“Baby, they brought dessert from Sofia,” Steve says. “Wasn’t that nice?”

She claps her hands happily. “Ooohhh, that little old Bulgarian lady runs that place.”

“She hit me with a spoon,” Mulder says, pointing at his arm. “About took my cheek off too.”

“That means she likes you,” Steve tells him.

“Giiirrrl, you better watch out,” Edy warns Scully, with a knowing expression. “She’ll snap him right up.”

Scully looks alarmed. “Pardon?”

Edy smirks. “You may have trained at the A-cad-emy, but I studied theater and I can read all kinds of things in people.”

Scully’s face has gone from alarm to panic, and Mulder knows she is trying to recall every word, every movement the cameramen may have captured.

“Theater?” he asks, to divert her. “You’re an actress, Edy?”

Steve puts his head in his hands. “Lord help us.”

She gets to her feet, arms held out like a goddess on a Grecian urn. “My sister Veronica and I did this double act and my husband, Charlie, traveled around with us. Now for the last number - “

“Chicago!” Mulder exclaims, then is embarrassed.

They all look at him in surprise.

“You like musicals, Agent Mulder?” Edy asks, practically glowing. “What’s your favorite?”

“Yes, Agent Mulder, what’s your favorite?” Scully asks, eyes dancing.

He draws little squiggles in the remains of his Hollandaise sauce. “Oh, just, my mom used to take us to shows, you know, when I was a kid.”

“But your favorite,” Scully insists, because she is mean.

“Chicago’s good,” he mumbles. He will never tell her the real answer, which is My Fair Lady.

“Honey, Chicago is the BEST.” Edy goes to a bookshelf and removes a large album.

“Ohhhh, no!” Steve asserts. “Didn’t I already tell you nobody wants to see your ass? Now go on and put that back.”

Edy glides back haughtily, places the book on the table, oriented towards Mulder. She opens it to a page with a glossy 8x10 of her as Velma Kelly, in all her black sequined bodysuited glory.

“Wow,” Mulder says, feeling sympathetic pain as he looks at the bodysuit.

“Virgin Indian hair on that wig,” Edy says, tapping the photo. She stares at Scully.

Scully leans forward to examine the photo. “You look really nice.”

Edy turns a few pages to another picture. She is luxuriating in a claw foot tub, one leg draped over the edge. The bubbly water is at a strategic depth between her legs. Mulder feels as though he should avert his eyes, but gazes on.

“Now these,” Edy says, “are from some modeling I did for a boudoir photographer.”

Steve groans. “Baby, why?”

“It is called art,” she snaps. “Now Agent Scully, girl to girl, you understand this. Sometimes you just want a record of you at your best, you want to share that with your man.”

Scully smiles blankly. “Mm.”

Mulder studies the picture with renewed interest. “A boudoir photographer?” he asks.

Edy favors Scully with a sly glance. “See that’s what I thought. It’s very tasteful, isn’t it?” She turns the page, displaying herself in a ruffled white corset, heeled white ankle boots, and a lace parasol. “It’s very elegant.”

It is, strangely enough. Mulder assumes there must be boudoir photographers in DC. He can import one, if necessary. From the edge of his peripheral vision, he sees Scully studiously peeling a grape.

“I think it’s time for dessert,” Steve says. “Honey, go put those pictures back so they don’t get ruined.”

Edy, looking triumphant, gives Mulder a saucy wink before sashaying back to the bookshelf.

“Lord,” Steve mumbles. He opens the bakery box, then smiles. “You tell her you were coming here?” he asks. “You got all my favorites.”

“I think the cabbie must have,” Scully says, abandoning her grape. “They were talking for a bit, but we didn’t know what they were saying. We never even mentioned your names, I guess he knew the address.”

“Musta been Anzhelo,” Edy says, settling on Steve’s lap. “That’s her grandson, he helps me with my garden a little bit. That boy is always hustling.”

Steve puts a golden pastry oozing honey onto his plate. He cuts off a morsel with his fork and feeds it to his lady, who giggles.

Mulder smiles at them. “This, uh, this has been really wonderful, but we have to go get our stuff together for the flight home.”

Edy pouts. “Well, that’s a shame. You oughtta stay another day or so, we could show you around town. We know everybody.”

Steve moves on to a dense wedge of chocolate cake. “Lots of walnuts in this, you got any allergies?”

Scully holds up a hand. “No, thank you, I’m qui-“

“She’s gotta keep her cute figure for that boudoir photographer,” Edy says. She licks honey off of her fingers.

“Can we help you tidy up?” Scully asks, as though Edy hasn’t spoken.

“I got it,” Steve says. “That’s our system. You go on back to your hotel, I’ll call Anzhelo.” He pats Edy on the side, and she gets up so he can head to the phone.

“Where’s the restroom, please?” Scully asks.

Steve sprawls on the red velvet sofa, pointing her down the hall. He picks up the receiver and starts dialing.

Mulder watches Scully disappear around the corner, wondering if he would like to thank Edy or strangle her.

“He'll be here in just a few,” Steve says from the couch. “I called him on his cell phone, how times change.”

“You tell her not to worry,” Edy says with a wink, resting her hand on Mulder’s shoulder. “The cameras don’t get everything.”

Mulder adopts what he hopes is a confused expression and shrugs. He busies himself stacking plates, pausing to take a swipe of chocolate frosting with his finger. He downs the rest of his second mimosa, considers a third.

Scully emerges then, her hair smoothed and her lipstick freshened. “Again, thank you both for the hospitality.”

“You better call us when you’re in town again,” Edy says, wagging a stern finger. “I will hold you to that, Agents.”

There is a honk outside. “Oh, that’s our cue,” Mulder says, rising. He reaches for the small of Scully’s back but it feels conspicuous now. He converts the motion to a wave.

Edy follows them to the door, blowing kisses all the way.

They climb into the waiting cab. “You like my grandmother's baking?” Anzhelo asks, peeling away from the curb.

“Phenomenal,” Scully says, because she is kind. “We’re stuffed.”

Anzhelo smiles proudly in the rear view.

Mulder slumps against the door. “I feel like one of those big snakes after it eats a whole wildebeest. I need to sleep off all that food.”

“I was a little ambitious myself,” Scully says. She sits up straighter, eyes wide. “Oh, Mulder. Oh shit. You know Bill watches Cops?”

Of course he does, of course. Mulder makes a noise of dismay, unable to address this news on so full a stomach and so heavy a head.

“Mulder, he’s going to see every terrible minute and just snap,” she moans. “Werewolves!”

Mulder, buzzy, imagines Bill and Tara on the couch, eating Corn Nuts, when his sister appears onscreen. He imagines Bill leaping to his feet in outrage, scattering a plate of Li’l Smokies cooked in grape jelly. He starts laughing.

Scully punches him in the arm. “It’s not funny, Mulder!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he pleads, holding up his hands in defense. He is still laughing.

“Oh my god, the Wasp Man! Mulder did you say anything awful when you were unattended?”

Tears are running down his face at this point. It’s all so ridiculous. Bill in his base housing, finding out that his sister was two hours away chasing invisible monsters and crackheads without even calling. Mulder thinks he may, if suitably provoked, let him know what else his sister has been doing.

He smiles darkly to himself.

Scully punches his arm again, harder, and he stops laughing.

“Ow,” he says, sulky. “It’s nothing he doesn’t know.”

She hides her face in her hands. “I could just die.”

Mulder draws her onto her side, curled with her glossy head in his lap. He strokes her smooth pixie cap of hair, the color of autumn in New England.

“I hate you,” she mumbles into his thigh.

He traces her ear. “I know,” he soothes.

“So much.”

“Yes.”

“And you can stop thinking about boudoir photographers, because it’s not happening.” She traces little shapes on his knees.

“Mmm,” he says, non-committal. Mulder pets her until they pull up at the hotel, and he has to get to his wallet. He pays Anzhelo and sends regards to his grandmother, to Steve and Edy.

They clamber out, Scully blinking in the vivid sunlight. Anzhelo waves from the window as he drives off.

“You ready to go home?” Mulder asks.

She looks up at him. “No photographer,” she says again. “But.”

He’s intrigued. “But?”

“My room has a corner tub. It’s not, uh, a claw foot or anything, but it’s pretty roomy.” Scully looks shy as she takes his hand. “This is still weird,” she confesses.

“Yeah. But it’s, I think it’s good weird, right?”

“Yeah.” She smiles, squeezes his fingers.

He kisses her in the bright LA sunshine, in front of the bellhop and the taxis and God and everybody. She doesn’t pull away, puts her arms around him in fact, and still the world turns and turns and turns.

#my fic #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #x cops #steve and edy

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remember-the-fanfics · 4 years

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may i request some headcanons for della x reader where they're around the same age and bffs? 8D (gender neutral pronouns please and thank you sm!!)

Della & Reader Friendship headcanons

Who wouldn't want to be friends with this lovable mom?

Also I way into this. THIS IS TURNED INTO WAY MORE THAN PLANNED.

This is completely platonic!

Ommer is the gender neutral of aunt and uncle and yes I looked it up for this.

Nieph is gender neutral for niece and nephew.

• Glomgold claim to be your Uncle since seeing Scrooge be one, he can clearly do it better!

• Your parent's just went with it because he kinda threw money at them and he did have to promise to protect you.

• Then you meet Della and Donald Duck, Scrooge's niece and nephew.

• Being just a year younger than the twins, you started hanging out with them.

• Mostly only Della since Donald was going though a goth phase.

• The two of you would hang out in the forest near the mansion or go somewhere when you both wanted to do something.

• You both became best friends over years, telling secrets, avoid sometimes since your uncle since he wanted to show you how to scheme 'properly'

• You did have to break it to Glomgold one day that you couldn't hurt your friend's family.

• You could probably think how he would react.

• You left in the middle of his rant because you didn't want to hear him complain about the Scrooge and Ducks again.

• You were brought on an adventure by Della one day and ending saving the day.

• "This is why you bring silver when faces a werewolf!"

• "How would you even know that (Y/n)?!"

• Glomgold tried to sue Scrooge for endangering you, you had to talk some sense into him.

• Ending you being grounded for saving the McDucks.

• The family would be there the day your parents died in an accident and you needed someone less egotistical to comfort you.

• You did end up in Glomgold's care but not taking his last name.

• You were so happy when you found out that she was going to have triplets.

• "Imagine the trouble that three tiny dellas would get into because you, alone, already get in alot trouble."

• This earn a punch in the shoulder and a laugh from Della.

• "Don't worry, the boys will have a me and others to teach them how to get out of trouble."

• You would egg watch the eggs sometimes when the family were adventuring somewhere.

• You would take the side line when Donald and Della start arguing about stopping adventuring for the boys.

• Until Della asked for you opinion and you sided with Donald.

• "I mean what if something happened to you while adventuring? You do have Torbo, Jet, and Rebel to think about."

• "You know how much I want to give the boys this life."

• "Just wait until they are older, Della! They shouldn't have to deal with losing their mother at such a young age or even before they even get to see you." You yelled before rushing out the room, knowing Della would be pissed at you.

• For a month the two of you didn't talk or see each other until Della called and told you to meet her in the meeting spot in the forest, in the middle of the night.

• You rush there, not knowing what she wants.

• Della tells you that she found a gift from Uncle Scrooge, a rocket Ship, called Spear of Selena. She says that she is going to get in it soon and give her boys the stars.

• You knew you couldn't stop her but you made her promise to come back safe and sound.

• With a hug and a goodbye, they would be that last time you saw her for the next ten years.

• You had tried to make amend with Scrooge with the after math but he just never answered until you broke into the mansion one day.

• "I DON'T BLAME YOU, OLD MAN!" You yelled at him, laying on some broken glass.

• "L-."

• "She told me before she left and I could have stopped her b-but I didn't and I know how much you've put into finding her and how much you blame yourself. I'm doing it to."

• Having you and Scrooge comfort each other, you left him where to contact you.

• You made amends easily with Donald and help him raise the boys while having a job as Glomgold's right hand and Heir to his company and money.

• You complained to Donald about not using the names Della gave them.

• "These are actual names (Y/n)."

• "But hers were so much better."

• The boys called you Ommer even though they know you're not related, you've just always been a part of their lives.

• You've kept Glomgold away from know of the boys until Donald gets hired.

• "Do you not read any of the paper work?"

• "Work is work."

• Cue you and Donald trying to keep the boys, mostly Dewey. Ending Glomgold Henchmen dragging you out of the death trap.

• You panicking until you see them safe at the docks.

• You grouped hugged the children.

• "Thank good all of you are safe. Oh you're new, I'm (Y/n). You can call me Ommer since I've claimed you new as my niece."

• Webby squealed and hugged you tightly back.

• You become closer to the family and friends and Colleagues of it during the series, probably having an episode of the kids following you around thinking you're going on a date and with Donald and Scrooge just go

• "Is that allowed?" Never thing you would be romantically involved with anyone.

• You didn't have a date just wanted a night out by yourself but ended getting dinner with the group and Webby still trying to tell you who would probably match you well.

• "I'm good, I'm pretty I'm fine with all of you being my family."

• Louie called you out when you called them family, embarrassing you.

• Scrooge patted you on the shoulder.

• "So would you be my Nieph?" He said being serious since you've been around for along time and didn't leave him when Della disappeared.

• "If-If you want to?" You said and Donald threw and arm around you.

• "Yes! You're my sibling, no buts."

• You ended up in tears of mostly happiness because they are being so nice.

• After the boys found out Dewey's quest for information on their mother, the three came to you.

• "How do you remember our mom?" They asked one day while you were reading a book.

• "Della? She's my best friend! She wanted to give you boys the adventuring life but we argued that maybe should wait until you were old enough to. So you could fully understand what was happening and who she was." You told the boys keeping a strain smile.

• Putting the book down, rushed away from them, knowing it was not your place to tell them.

• Then you had to wash your family fall apart in front of you. Seeing the boys blame Scrooge, him going off on Webby, and the plane falling down.

• You went to your actual Uncle, and went to work until your shadow came alive and Glomgold went with his though the window.

• "Aw, Phooey." You said, seeing the Money Bin, rushing towards it.

• You get injured by some shadows because you don't think clear enough for battle plans when adrenaline is in your blood.

• You divert to find something to help and helping people on the way.

• Finding a place to stay and getting help for you bleeding arm was the best. Which was a tee shirt tied around it

• After it ended, you ensured everyone's safety before running to the Bin

• "Stop making me panic everytime something happens!" You yell when you get there, out of breath because dang that was a far run.

• Mrs.Beakley gives actual medical attention to your arm, saying you might need stitches.

• "That makes me rather bleed out and you know that." You tell her.

• You were force to see a doctor and got stitches, ending with a cool scar.

• You had Owlson take lead until your Uncle was found, helping her, and being co-CEOs with you having just more power.

• That was until you Uncle showed up and made a bet with Scrooge.

• You were there when everyone had send Uncle Donald on a relaxing Cruise.

• And was there to send the kids and Scrooge off on their next adventure.

• Which never happened because Della showed up.

• Scrooge hugged her tightly and had a conversation with her on the porch while the boys decided to hide behind you.

• "Della.." you muttered to yourself, knowing there is so much you want to say to her but wanted to triplets finally met her.

• After hugging Louie, getting up Della's eyes meet yours.

• "(Y/n)?" She said, happy that you kept that silence promise to watch over her family if something happened. "I knew you would become a part of this family."

• "You- are 10- years late!" You yelled with tears in your eyes. "I was so worried about yo-!"

• Della rushed to hug you realizing the guilt you've been putting on yourself since she last time she saw you.

• "Uh, you k-kept your promise." You muttered into her shoulder, sobbing.

• "Of course I would! I'm Della Duck! Also why did you let Donald name my kids?"

• "I tried, really I did."

• After she ate and told the boys a bedtime story she went to your room, which Scrooge gave you since you spent many nights here when Donald and the boys moved in.

• "So being alone on the moon for along, makes me not want to be alone, wanna have a sleep over?"

• "Heck yeah!"

• The two of you raided the kitchen, quietly as possible, but Mrs.Beakley knew, she always knows, she's a spy.

• Ended with you tanning away when she appeared out of nowhere with an armful and food.

• "Haven't seen them run like that since-." Della saw Mrs.Beakley and played it cool. "Heyyy, we were...just getting food to the birds- Bye."

• Della fell asleep on your bed, hugging all the blankets. You had to deal with the itchy one she left alone but you were fine with this. You have your best friend back.

• You did remind her to be nice to Launchpad, but then he said he was your best friend, and you had to hold her back.

• "I'm (Y/n)'s best friend/pilot!"yelled Della.

• "Oh you're that Della! (Y/n) told me so much about."

• No, Launchpad, you're just gonna boost her ego.

• "Oh really? Go on."

• Is this what you get when you binge watch a show with Launchpad afew times?

• You did tell Della you were 'helping' Glomgold with a bet with Scrooge. But you were mostly standing there coming up with ideas.

• "Ah , so he's still the same."

• You were trying to help Louie fix what he broke in time before Della found out.

• You weren't use to the three actually having a parent. You usually help hide stuff from Donald.

• "(Y/n)! Why would you help him with this? Why didn't come and tell me right away?" Della yelled at you.

• "They were only trying to help Mom!"

• "I'm not use to you being here with them, Okay?! So I did what I would usually and if it got to far then they would be in trouble!" You told her, shrinking away.

• "This isn't far enough for you?" Yelled Della.

• You were apologizing before getting sent into time.

• Looking at the place, castle. In ! the royal bedroom of the sorts.

• "Oh come on!" You muttered seeing the door open.

• "There you are, you're late for the tournament." Said the man before seeing your outfit. "And still needing to get dress."

• He had got you a expense outfit, after he learned that you were not gender conformed, ending with a fancy looking suit.

• "Why are we going to a tournament?"

• "The one for you hand in marriage, of course! Have you forgot what day it is? You're 21st birthday, anyone can compete for you hand."

• Oh, heckle. You were not getting married and you weren't than young anyway.

• You tried to refuse but you were still dragged to were you were suppose to sit.

• To see knights, Common folk, and Della, lined up.

• "Della?!" You yelled and she saw and smiled with a wave.

• "You know her?"

• "Of her. She has been exploring the far, far away places." You Tell the man and it went on.

• Della won and the two of you finally got alone time.

• "Oh my gosh think you for that!" You tell her.

• "I'm happy you're safe and we were sent back around the same time." She said before looking at you in anger.

• "You can't just help my kids get away with things like this! They could get hurt and you too! I know you are not use to anyone else beside Donald raising my kids but you need to trust me."

• "I-I know. I'm sorry, I'm just use to looking out for them, I guess that included you." You tell her before being sent back to your time.

• You watched her and Louie argur and her ground him, Louie looking for support but this has to be done.

• "That was a good job." You tell her.

• "You know if I could ground you, I would."

• "At last, I'm only a year younger than you so I can not but I will learn to not do this ever again." You tell her.

• You were dragged with Glomgold to get his own 'family' and had to keep telling them, you weren't a captive.

• The only difference you would split everything with Louie in the contract. Letting you get Glomgold's business and money and him McDucks enterprise and money.

• You did try to help Glomgold not get what was coming to him.

• "Who wants Milkshakes? I've suddenly came into some wealth." You said slinging a arm around Owlson.

• "And this fine lady is getting a raise!"

• You were busy with business stuff, while Louie was playing the richest duck in the world with Owlson and Launchpad.

• You did get a urgent call from Della saying to come over to them before the day was ended and you did.

• She asked you to stay over until the threat of invasion passed or happened. You agreed because she clearly didn't want you to be in danger.

• When it finally did happen and everyone went to the Money Bin. You comfort Louie for crashing all the satellites and causing all communication to be lost.

• You went with Della and the Kids, you wished Scrooge and the others the best of luck before leaving.

• "Just don't like.... die, okay? That would be bad." You told him.

• "That wouldn't happen, laddeh." He said. "But you keep Della's head on straight, okay?"

• "Of course."

• It would have been easier dealing with the aliens with Della dodging all the questions until it caused the plane to crash on and island.

• Where Donald was.

• "What the heck? You look like that dude in that movie-." You yell at him before getting and elbowed by Huey. "Point taken."

• You all catch rides on Della and Donald's cousin's shrimp and saved Scrooge from a rude alien leader.

• And then having to go on the spaceship.

• "I should drive because I know how to do both!" You argued with the twins, trying to get the controls from them.

• "When did you learn both?"

• "I've had alot of spare time while being an heir to a rich company and my uncle not caring if I actually sure."

• "Oh yeah, he did that." Said Scrooge remembering that legally you were his next to kin.

• You meet Penumbra after she helped y'all not die.

• "You are most skilled." She said to you. "Della spoke of you many times."

• "Awe, that's so sweet of you. I'm happy she did. You're also very skilled since you just help us save our world." You tell her with a smile.

• "Of course."

• "Yes! My best friends are becoming besties." Loudly whisper Della.

• Glomgold pulled you away from the Ducks to tell you that he save the world! Hahahah

8/2/2020

I went over bored on this. Just a tad.

Need sleep because its 5 something am.

I got to work tomorrow, :/

It pays well though and I bought a few Steven Universe merch. (Books, just 3 books.)

#ducktales x reader #ducktales #reader insert #platonic fic #platonic headcanons #della duck #Della duck & reader #della duck x reader #blu #this probably way more than you expect #im really into ducktales #and there is so little here

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vacker-jew-au · 3 years

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Chapter 2: Fuck Livvy But Like In A Different Way

Summary: Livvy is such a good parent for the Vackers, but the kids aren’t the only reason she stuck around.

Livvy is a little over the top in getting Della to go on a date with her

XxX

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It was late, but unpacking seemed to take even longer than packing had. Not even half of the boxes were empty yet. All Della wanted was to collapse on the bed she apparently now shared with Livvy, but she kept emptying the boxes. It still didn’t feel entirely real that she’d moved.

So much had already happened that night. They leaped all the boxes over. They started to decorate the kids’ room. They quickly realized Della couldn’t share a room with the two little monsters. So, awkwardly stumbling around like the teenagers they were the last time they spent a night together, they came to the conclusion she would sleep in Livvy’s bed, with Livvy. Though Livvy apologized over and over they both knew it was okay, in fact, a small voice whispered that it was much more than just okay, Della shook it off.

And that’s how the two of them wound up sprawled on the couches, half unpacked boxes open all around them, laughing about their school days. Despite being high off a lack of sleep and a tad flustered, Della was having a great time.

“You remember how,” Della giggled, “Oralie and I were so close-” she coughed “-and practically dating, but!”

Livvy smiled, because, wow she’s so cute when she laughs, and Della grinned back because Livvy was listening and patient while she took a minute to breathe.

“She never even noticed,” Della finally said. “I gave her crush cuffs and she still didn’t know we were dating! I mean, I’m a disaster bisexual, so I know about obliviousness, but that’s kind of taking it to a whole new level.”

Livvy laughed. “She’s aroace, love, it was nothing against you.” She froze. “Shoot, I outed her, shoot!”

To be perfectly honest, Della had barely noticed everything else Livvy said, focusing instead on the endearment. She called me “love.” Love, that thing I promised myself I wouldn’t fall into, but already I have. Panicking, she brushed the thought aside and tried to concentrate on the conversation. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean to, I haven’t even spoken to her in years. I’ll just forget about it, okay?”

“Okay,” Livvy agreed, nodding. “So, now that you’ve dumped Alden- good riddance, by the way, he sucks- are you interested in dating anyone else?”

Like maybe me? She continued silently.

Della choked on her water and fought down a blush. “Um… I don’t think I will for a while? But you?” as in I want to date you, but I can't think that. She wouldn’t want to, would she?

Livvy frowned. Della’s answer was too panicked, too quick. Did she know that Livvy was trying to flirt with her? Probably, and she wasn’t interested. “I don’t know… maybe,” she muttered. “I mean, I kind of like a girl, but… I don’t think she likes me back.”

“Oh no, that sucks. To be honest? Me too,” Della looked away.

“Um… bedtime?” Livvy asked. Della nodded.

The next morning Biana poked Fitz until he woke up, “finally! Fitz, Mom is cuddling with Livvy!!”

“Shhh!” He hissed, “You're gonna wake them up.”

“Oh shit,” Biana whispered. Fitz punched her lightly.

✡️✡️✡️

Biana and Livvy quickly became close, in fact, they were so close that Biana started to think of her as a second mom. Fitz loved her too, Alden never had time for him, but Livvy? She taught him how to play Bramble, practiced Tae Kwon Do with him, helped him with baking because she noticed his ever-growing love of it. Fitz loved baking with his two moms, and he couldn’t help but notice the long looks and gentle touches they exchanged.

“Boop!” Della giggled, touching Livvy’s nose with flour on her fingertips. Livvy swatted her hand away and wiped her nose on Della’s cheek.

“Ha! Who’s the flour girl now?” Livvy grinned.

Whether she intended to or not Livvy had quickly become the parent Alden never was. It was nearly two months later when Della and the kids finally moved out and there was no question of whether Livvy would stay in their lives.

Even so, both kids were disappointed that Livvy wasn’t spending nearly as much time with them. She came over for dinner a few nights a week, but she wasn’t just down the hall when Biana had a nightmare, and she couldn’t help Fitz with his homework whenever he needed it.

Still, the kids cherished the time they had with Livvy, even if it wasn’t as often. Because it had started to interfere with Della’s work schedule, and Livvy took an interest in learning about the family’s religion, she agreed to take them to Hebrew school.

While they were on their way, Livvy’s tone turned from laughing about Fitz’s dramatic retelling of his best friend’s Great Gulon Incident to more serious. “Kids, I’m going to tell you a secret, but you have to promise you won’t tell your mom. Like, pinky promise.”

Fitz and Biana nodded solemnly and took turns pinky promising her.

“Alright, here goes. I have a crush on your mom and I want to ask if she’ll date me.”

Although neither of them were particularly surprised, Fitz and Biana exchanged excited glances. “I bet Mom will say yes!” Biana piped up. “She sometimes acts like she has a crush on you too!”

Livvy blushed. “Maybe. I hope so. But anyway, I know being Jewish is very special to you and your mom, so I want to make that a part of how I ask her out. And I don’t know a whole lot about Judaism yet, so I wanted to know if you two could help me.”

“Tu B’Av is coming soon,” Fitz suggested. “It’s kind of like the Jewish version of Valentine’s Day. Maybe you could do something then?”

“Okay, so, kiddos, are you down to help me plan?”

Biana squealed a loud “Yes!! Oh my goshhhh!!!”

And so plotting commenced. Tu B’av was on Sunday, a day the kids often visited, and they quickly figured out that the living room was a great dance floor if you moved the couches out of the way. Fitz found a recipe for rugelach and debated the best way to make them heart-shaped, individually or as a pull-apart type dish?

Biana was put on strawberry-dipping duty, the best she could do in the kitchen. She was a pro at decorating even then, so she helped Livvy with the living room. There were a couple bouquets of pink roses and lavender and the table looked better than any caterer could make it.

✡️✡️✡️

When Della finally arrived, Livvy was in the kitchen, she was scared, sweating. Biana pushed her into the living room, gave her a thumbs up and stage-whispered “You got this!” Della had no idea what was going on, and the assortment of flowers and heart shaped rugelach added to the confusion.

“Livvy?”

“Della- I- okay.”

“Liv?” Della asked, concerned

Livvy swallowed. “Um… tu b’av sameach?”

“Tu b’av sameach,” Della replied tentatively, smiling, scared to guess what she was about to say.

“Della, I love you so much, and I love your children and I love being with you. I want- Della, I want to be yours. I want you to be mine. I just….”

Della takes Livvy’s face and pulls her in, kissing her gently, but forcefully.

“You better not be joking,” she whispers against Livvy’s lips, feeling like a teenager, she really shouldn’t question this.

“Does this look like a joke?” Livvy grinned, pulling back and showing her the room.

“Liv, this is- this is amazing.”

Livvy beamed.

“Wait, where are the monsters?” Della asked.

A little hand poked out from the kitchen doorway, pressing play on the phone Livvy had set up for music.

“Hi, Mom,” Biana grinned.

“Bye, Mama, Mom,” Fitz smiled behind her. “We’re going to Keefe’s.” They stood in the backyard and waved as they leaped.

The song faded and a new one began. Della recognized it immediately.

“Love of my life.”

Livvy pretended to continue the sentence, “dance with me?”

And then they were standing chest to chest swaying.

Love of my life, you've hurt me

You've broken my heart, and now you leave me

They stepped back and forth, neither sure exactly how to dance with another woman.

When I grow older

I will be there at your side to remind you

How I still love you

Livvy spun Della out and as she dipped low crooned, “I still love you.”

Della tilted her head up and kissed her. Suddenly they weren’t dancing so much as kissing while standing in the middle of the room.

“Oh, Liv…..”

Livvy pulled Della with her to sit at the table. “Rugellach?” she offered. Della took one happily and laughed when she realized it was shaped like a heart.

“This is wonderful, Liv.”

“You’re wonderful,” Livvy replied, and Della blushed.

“How did you know about Tu B’av?” she asked, slightly breathless after they kissed again. “I didn’t think you knew much about Judaism.”

“I don’t,” admitted Livvy. “Your kids suggested it when I was picking them up from Hebrew school. I said I wanted to do something Jewish and romantic for you and they told me about it. Though I do want to learn more about Judaism so I can celebrate with you and your family.”

Della teared up a little, thinking about the contrast between Livvy and Alden. Thinking about the way she loved Livvy, loved her kids, Keefe, Grady, Edaline, her old mentors, the Rabbi.

“Today truly is a day for love.”

#jewish vackers #kotlc is jewish now #delivvy #them <3 #religion tw #kotlc #jewish #fitz vacker #kotlc biana #vackers #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fanfiction

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orbitariums · 4 years

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happy together | ransom drysdale

anon asked: Hey! I was wondering if you write for Ransom Drysdale? If you do could you write something where he’s married but bc of his relationship with his family, none of them know &when the questioning takes place he unwilling tells everyone about it and how he couldn’t have done it bc he was with the reader the whole time yet they don’t believe him so the reader shows up and backs him up by showing the detective a video of their activities that took place that night and he’s super cute with the reader?

note: so i saw knives out when it came out and i had to freshen up a bit!! ransom is not a fav of mine for obvious reasons BUT i can appreciate a good ransom imagine, and i think this is one. i wasn’t quite sure how to write it at the beginning but it became so fun throughout. a short and sweet read. thanks anon!

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"He doesn't even have an alibi!" screeched Joni.

She wasn't the only one screeching - everyone's voices overlapped one another's in the living room where the family questioning was taking place. Ransom was the target of the hour and he was slouched uncomfortably in a classic grandfather chair, trying to maintain his stoic calm as his family griped at each other and specifically him.

He really didn't want to have to come to this point - but it was either that, or getting accused for murder. So, he would have to go to that point.

"I couldn't have been there," Ransom muttered, first quietly because he was trying to keep calm under the pressure.

Meg rolled her eyes,

"What was that? Speak up Ransom, you always seem to have so much to say!"

A raucous chorus of agreement ensued, and Ransom took in a deep breath, this time speaking louder, but calmly, effectively hushing the crowd,

"I couldn't have been there, because I was at home with my wife."

He locked eyes with the detective, who simply glanced at him, eyebrows quirked just slightly. Meanwhile, his entire family went beserk, bewildered by his statement. But of course he wouldn't have told them of his marriage, and they wouldn't have known to begin with. No one was invited to the wedding. It was private, just the two of them and a wedding clerk. And that was just how Ransom wanted it - no crazy family drama to interrupt, no noses in his business. Just him, and you, his lovely wife. Much sweeter than him, but still a perfect match for his demeanor. So, while everyone took in the sudden news, Ransom tuned them out, although his face grew hot and his jaw grew taut. No one was supposed to know, at least for as long as he could keep it a secret. He wasn't planning on telling anyone, and he wasn't willing to. But again, the circumstances were dire.

"Hm," Detective Blanc nodded slowly, taking in the situation.

"Well- you're not just gonna believe him, are you detective?" stuttered Walt.

Detective Benoit Blanc seemed to be thumbing over Ransom's options in his mind, to prove his own statement true. Finally he spoke, silencing the room in that magnetic way of his,

"Bring your wife. Tell her to bring evidence that you were there that night, and evidence that you're married of course. Now, let's break, shall we?"

| | |

You instantly knew what you had to do, the moment Ransom called. You had insisted that you join him to support him during the questionings, but he refused, wanting to keep this a secret until he simply was unable to. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate you greatly, or want to show you off - just not to his family, for reasons he'd explained in depth ever since you started dating. But now that he called you, you were ready immediately. What better way to reveal yourself to the family than with great triumph, as you proved your husband innocent?

A hush went over the room as you entered. No one had ever seen you before, and your beauty and grace as you stood tall and resilient despite the hectic circumstances encapsulated everyone. And there was no doubting that you were Ransom's wife - the way your eyes glowed cold and belittling, shooting daggers at everyone in the room without even looking at one person in particular. Not unlike Ransom, you weren't too fond of his family either, from what he'd told you.

Though you'd always imagined that maybe one day you would meet under better circumstances, when Ransom had perhaps patched things up with his family, and you could put on a very wide smile and network your way through one of their famous dinner parties, cold hand in another cold hand as you introduced yourself: "Hi, I'm YN, Ransom's wife." But that wasn't the way you would be meeting, and thank god you got to skip past the sickly sweet drama of it all. What better way to meet the family than in this way?

You turned immediately on your ankle boot heel to face the detective, Ransom gazing at you with pleading eyes. You wore a trench coat length leather jacket over your shoulders, and a cable knit turtle neck top that matched Ransom's. In your manicured, unbattered hands you held a crisp manila file folder tight to your chest, which contained legal documents officiating your marriage with Ransom, and video evidence that proved his alibi. It was all down to you. You were his saving grace.

You spoke steadily and calmly, just like Ransom would, except you spoke in a poised, eloquent way, truly unbothered by the glares and stares of confusion that you were getting from his so-called "family." Their stares burned hot like knives in your back, and yet you persisted. Your husband was innocent. You would be the one to prove it, fully and completely, within thrall.

"Detective," you finally spoke, your voice smooth and just the right amount of husky. "I'm Y/N Drysdale, wife of Ransom Drysdale. I understand I've been called here to vouch for the innocence of my husband, who I can assure you, has no business being here among such - well, if I may be honest - insipid bastards."

You turned to face the family on that last part, turning them to stone just with the undeniable spite in your eyes, even earning a gasp from Joni. You turned back immediately as if nothing had happened, and on Ransom's face creeped a victorious smirk. Attagirl, he thought.

"But I digress," your heels clacked against the wooden floor as you walked directly in front of the detective, and passed him the folder full of evidence. "I understand you'll be wanting this."

The detective, amused by your film noir act, took the folder with grateful hands, and nodded. He sifted through the documents, you sitting down next to Ransom and holding his hand all throughout, giving it a squeeze. The detective made pleased humming noises as he sifted through the documents - so the marriage was legit. Now all that was left was a video tape, showing the time stamp in which Ransom had been at home with you, the thing that would prove him innocent.

"A movie," Detective Blanc joked, only gaining laughter from himself. "Let's see, then."

He put the tape in, and the activities of that night unfolded - in embarrassing, unfittingly cute time.

"Ransom, really, I can't be bothered!" despite your pleas, you were laughing giddily as Ransom hugged and tugged at you from behind, distracting you from your tax of stirring up homemade chocolate cake mix.

"Really, because you seem to like this," Ransom laughed, so carefree and happy - unlike him. He was teasing you, as always, something his family would never even expect to see. But it was happening so clearly on video, him holding you and caressing you, biting joyfully at your neck.

"You're going to make me waste this unborn chocolate cake, is that what you want?" you squealed as he picked you up, nevermind the fact that you were carrying a bowl of creamy chocolate cake mix.

"I can think of better things to eat," he cooed.

Skip.

"Ha! That's three games in a row I've won, pay up!" you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air in victory.

Earlier, you and Ransom had agreed that if you won three games of Uno with him, he'd give you a foot massage. He didn't need a bet to agree to that, but he thought it was cute how you were up to the challenge.

"Sure. But I would've done it anyway," Ransom reassured you, standing up to get the stuff he needed.

"Mhm, I know. You adore me, of course you would!" you exclaimed, laying back on the couch and propping your feet up in a very Hollywood actress fashion, flipping your hair as a smile took over your features. "But I like beating you."

"Game of luck," Ransom retorted, coming back into the room with a full massage kit.

"Game of strategy. Which I see you have none of," you teased him, and Ransom let you, a full lipped smile on his face.

"You know I'm letting you bask in this, right?"

"Oh, believe me, I know."

Skip.

It was just before your bedtime, but you and Ransom were sharing a glass of evening wine, sitting across from each other on your couches. You were dressed in a darling, expensive silk robe, and Ransom had on his best loungewear. Being rich had its small perks like that.

You sighed into your wine glass, then taking a big gulp.

"Must be hard not being around your family, huh?" you asked, easing into the conversation, the deep blues and oranges of the sky outside setting the tone.

"Not really," Ransom shrugged. "It's better without them, honest. It's not hard to not see them. It's great not to, in fact."

You chuckled bitterly,

"I hear that. I love my family, but they can be-"

"A pain in the ass," both you and Ransom said at once, and you ended up shaking your heads with knowing smiles.

"Cheers to that," Ransom offered, leaning across to clink his glass with yours. You obliged, and then you both took big sips.

"Hm... I'm going to tune out soon. Care to join me?"

"It's all I ever want to do."

Skip.

It appeared that you were in the bathtub, Ransom kneeling on the floor next to you, your entire body covered with soap and bubbles while he reached a bath cloth in, gently rubbing the cloth against your soapy body, while faint music played in the background.

"Uh- this won't be necessary, will it?" Linda's voice cut into the video.

She was definitely more concerned than you were - as you were watching the tape with a mischievous smirk, knowing exactly where this was heading.

"Who has security cameras in their bathroom?" Meg snorted, making a snide comment.

Barely turning your head to face her, you responded,

"Hmm, you would think that you would. To get video evidence of all the shit that comes out of your mouth."

"Well, I must agree. That is enough. And judging by the time stamps-" Detective started, and you simply sighed, rolling your eyes - what a waste of precious time, proving your obviously innocent husband innocent.

"He was there. With me. Enjoying lovely time with his lovely wife, his hand in marriage, his eternal partner. And obviously, he's innocent. Now, may we please be dismissed? It reeks of simple minds in here."

And in that moment, Ransom had never smiled so genuinely in front of his own family. All thanks to you.

#ransom drysdale #knives out #chris evans #chris evans imagine #ransom drysdale imagine #ransom drysdale oneshot #oneshot #imagine #chris evans oneshot #knives out oneshot #knives out imagine

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justsomefluff · 4 years

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Could I request an Ateez reaction in which the members find out that one of the other members has a crush on their s/o (the other member possibly doesn't know their dating) please and thank you!

Ask and you shall receive!

I made this one so that you have been friends with the guys for a while anyway, so that’s why no one is suspicious of you dating.

Hongjoong:

One day you’re just chillin in the dorms right

It’s about to be movie night!!!

The best night when you have literally the funniest people with you

Once everyone figures out what snacks they need and actually sits down

you plop next to Joongie for some secretive snuggles

But as soon as you sit down, Wooyoung starts yelling about how he wanted to cuddle with you during the movie

Everyone teases him because even you know he has a crush on you (he’s not shy and he has a big mouth so you found out pretty quick)

Since nobody knows that you and Hongjoong are together, you force yourself to go over to Wooyoung instead

It’s almost impossible to ignore your boyfriend’s pout though

He’s staring at you from across the room with the saddest look on his face for like 20 minutes of the movie

you can’t even concentrate, you just wanna go back over there so bad

but you don’t want to expose your relationship just yet

Hongjoong will just have to suck it up for tonight

He does not suck it up, however

after another 15 minutes, he stand up really abruptly and marches over to you and Wooyoung

everybody is watching because no one knows what he’s doing all of a sudden

grabs your hand and pulls you back to his seat

cue more complaining from Wooyoung

“Well we’re together, I'm allowed”

everyone just kind of goes into stunned silence

eventually.... “YOU’RE WHAT”

bunch of yelling from everyone while Joong just yanks a blanket up over the both of your heads

you peck him on the lips and eventually the yelling stops and you can come out to finish the movie

Seonghwa:

possessive mf

but he was the one who didn’t want to tell anyone in the first place

So when Yeosang starts flirting with you, all he can really do is be bitter about it

He watches as you laugh along, obviously not getting that one of your boyfriend’s best friends is coming onto you

You and Yeosang had been talking together for about an hour, just catching up on life and stuff

Seonghwa is getting fed up, no lie

He knew Yeosang had a crush, but he always thought he would be too shy to ever make a move

But all of a sudden Seonghwa feels threatened

he manages to catch your eye across the room and you smile and wave

he just frowns, making you pout and excuse yourself from Yeosang

you head over to him and ask him what’s wrong

He just pulls you into a kiss, catching you completely by surprise

as your eyes flutter shut, his stay open and on Yeosang who is watching with his mouth hanging open

He mouths “sorry, hyung”

Seonghwa pulls away, nods at the younger, and smiles at you

“what was that all about?? What if people saw??”

“don't care anymore”

you don't really question his sudden change of heart

all you can think about is finally being able to cuddle with him even when the boys are around lmao

Yunho:

(who gave him the right to look so professional here like what)

squishyyyyyyyyyyy

is hanging around the studio one day when he overhears what sounds like your laugh

he’s like “they aren’t even here today wth”

so he goes to find the source and comes across Hongjoong FaceTiming you

he is about to rush over to join and say hi to his love but stops when he hears Hongjoong speak again

sounds like a confession... Yunho’s cheeks get all red and his eyes get a little glossy just because he’s overwhelmed

he sticks around to hear what you say

he knows that you love him but, at the same time, there's a part of him that's really insecure and scared

“Aw, Joongie...that’s sweet and all but...” you’re stalling because you can’t decide if you should tell him the truth

Yunho is literally dying as he waits for your answer

“Joong, I’m with Yunho... we didn’t want people to know but I think this is a pretty good reason to tell you. I’m so sorry”

Yunho lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding

lets a tear fall because he was so so nervous poor thing

he backs out of the room so that he doesn’t hear more

he low-key feels bad about even overhearing that much but at the same time he feels more confident in your relationship

he shoots you a text later telling you how much you mean to him and everything, but he doesn’t bring up Hongjoong

he knows that you will end up telling him anyway but he doesn’t want you to think negatively of him for eavesdropping

just so happy that you chose him

Yeosang:

so Yeosang is really confident about your relationship and loves you a lot

but he's shy about letting other people know

but when he notices that Jongho has been making extra efforts to be near you lately, he doesn’t take it lightly

he wouldn’t be nervous if Jongho knew you were in a relationship

but since he doesn’t, Yeosang is worried that he might try and make a move on you

Jongho had talked to a couple of the other guys about his infatuation with you

but he had suspected that Yeosang also had a crush on you so he had held off

but the other guys told Jongho to go for it, since they didn't know the truth either

So as Yeosang is watching Jongho talking to you one day, he notices that Jongho’s fingers keep “accidentally” grazing yours

He’s getting angrier as he watches

but he isn’t angry at you or Jongho, just angry with himself for being to scared to say anything

eventually, he musters up some courage and saunters over to you and Jongho and takes your hand

right in front of Jongho’s salad

And Jongho is immediately like “crap” and walks away

and you’re super confused because what in the world am I missing what just happened

But Yeosang just kinda giggles and asks you if you wanna go get lunch

San:

now San I think is one to actually get pretty jealous

like if he sees someone trying anything with you, he’s gonna be big mad right away

But it is much more difficult to get mad when it’s Seonghwa who is after you

San is definitely afraid of coming off as disrespectful to his elder if he tries to step in and stop anything

highkey hopes that you’ll say something so that he won't have to

One day Seonghwa actually comes to San

to talk about you

he’s just rambling on and on about how cute he thinks you are, totally oblivious to San’s irritated expression

San is fuming

eventually he’s gonna snap and be like “LOOK BRO WE’RE DATING”

and Seonghwa is like O.O

then San is apologizing like a mad man because he really didn’t mean for it to come out like that

he just legit couldn’t listen to someone else talk about his girlfriend anymore it was infuriating

Seonghwa’s like “...it’s cool, I get why you’d be mad”

then he assures him that he won’t try anything now that he knows about you two

But he also scolds San for not telling him sooner lmao

Gives an apology too just to make his lil bro feel a little better

Mingi:

(MY MF BABYYYYYY)

So, Mingi gets insecure, I bet

When other tall boy, Yunho, also proclaims that you are his ideal type during a revealing round of truth or dare

there is a lot of yelling from the guys, as you are literally playing with them and he just SAID THAT?

But Mingi does not think it’s funny

Suddenly Wooyoung leans over and whispers in his ear

“we are gonna try to get y/n to say she wants dare so she will have to kiss Yunho”

Like it’s sweet that they’re planning to be wingmen for their buddy Yunho but Mingi is so SAD

scoots an inch closer to you and shakes his head at Wooyoung

“why are you pouting, just help us lmao”

he shakes his head again, but Wooyoung has already turned his attention back to the game

finally, your turn comes around and all the guys start making up excuses as to why you should take a dare

“Cmon y/n we just had two truths in a row, pleaseee”

“y/n you gotta pick dare or its not fun”

and you’re laughing and about to give in and ask for a dare when you look to Mingi and he’s making big eyes at you

you cock an eyebrow at him and he leans over to tell you what the guys were planning

your eyes go wide and the other guys are like “MINGI YOU TATTLED DIDNT YOU”

so you turn your head and peck Mingi on the lips in front of everyone

chorus of “oh my god” “woah” and other things

“Sorry, Yunho” but he just shrugs like “it’s cool, Id rather you be with one of us than someone random. even if its not me”

Mingi is smiling again and thats all that matters really and he snuggles you for the rest of the game

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung is pretty well-attuned to things that happen around you

always watching you out of the corner of his eye like a stalker

it’s just cuz he loves you tho

so he notices Mingi hitting on you pretty much immediately

honestly finds it kind of amusing for a little bit

but then little things come up in his memory

fans saying that he was too short for you and that you’d be better with someone else

gets down on himself really fast thinking about that kind of stuff

still watching you and Mingi talking

wants to walk over there and hang all over you until Mingi gets the point

so that is exactly what he does

waddles over and slings his arms around your waist

head on your shoulder

kisses your neck and you squeal because MINGI IS RIGHT THERE I MEAN SERIOUSLY WOOYOUNG

and Mingi kind of laughs it off but he’s a little sad bc he liked you ya know

after Mingi goes away you hit Wooyoung softly on the shoulder and tell him to go talk to Mingi and apologize or something

He agrees but he’s like “you have to give me cuddles afterwards”

who could say no to that? couldn't be me

Jongho:

Okay so you and Jongho are coming back from a group dinner and he sat in the front while you crammed in the backseat with WooSan

halfway through the car ride home, you fall asleep and your head flops onto San’s shoulder

he’s immediately giddy about his crush sleeping on him like his dreams are coming true

Jongho’s like “imma break your dreams like my apples bro”

Woo is giggling because San is being so soft for you and stroking your hair and everything

Jongho just kinda watches in the rearview as San takes pictures and stuff

But Jongho just purses his lips and tries his best not to say anything

the last straw that finally breaks Jongho’s resolve is when he catches San pressing a kiss to the top of your head

“Hyung, please don't kiss them in front of their boyfriend”

San and Wooyoung look at each other like “are you the boyfriend”

they look at the driver “is he the boyfriend?”

and then their two collective brain cells join together and are like “JONGHO IS THE BOYFRIEND”

San is a little sad but his happiness at the maknae finding love is more prevalent

They start squealing and demanding details about your relationship

“when did this start” “why didn't you tell us” “did you tell your parents”

Jongho just smiles to himself as they throw questions at him

then you wake up and slap San on the boob for waking you up and then flick Wooyoung for being noisy too lmao

Jongho smiles at you and when you get back to the dorms, he gives you a smooch right where everyone can see (because he can do that now)

#ateez #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #fanfic #fluff #imagines #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #atiny

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atlafan · 4 years

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Take it Slow - Part Eighty-Two

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and smut, small bit of angst sprinkled in.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Harry woke up to the sound of you rustling out of bed. You were picking out your bathing suit for the day. You were holding up a strapless orange top and a strapless white top. You go with the orange and pair with some black bottoms that weren’t as high waisted as the ones you wore yesterday. Harry stretches and gets up.

“Tie this for me?” You ask, backing up to him. He nods as makes it nice and tight for you.

“Sure you wanna wear those bottoms?” He asks, slipping his purple trunks on.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with them?” You follow him into the bathroom. He’s just getting his toothbrush in his mouth when he points to your hip.

“Nothing’s wrong with them…”

You look down and see a fading love bite.

“I already told the girls they might see some marks on me, it’s not a big deal.” You go out to the dresser and put some jean shorts on, along with a tank top to cover up.

“Another beach day then?”

“Mhm.” You smile. “Would you braid my hair again?”

“Course.”

You both go downstairs and make a bowl of cereal. Mariah was sipping on some coffee while Rachel was making eggs.

“I can crack a couple more in the pan if you guys want.”

“I’m good with cereal this mornin’, thanks though.” Harry smiles at her and steps outside to eat at the glass table.

“I’m all set too, thanks Rach.” You go out to join Harry with your cereal. He pulls you onto his lap while you both eat and look out to the ocean.

Rachel sits down with Mariah, handing her a plate of eggs.

“Thanks babe, you make the best eggs.” She kisses her on the cheek. “Seems like they can’t go a second with him sitting on her.” Mariah laughs. “It’s cute, isn’t it?”

“Very cute. I don’t think Y/N’s ever been with someone so…touchy before. I like it for her.”

Niall and Sarah come downstairs last. They both look slightly flustered, but ready for the beach.

“Good morning you two.” Rachel smiles. “There’s some extra eggs.”

“Thank god, I’m starving.” Sarah says.

“I’ll bet.” Rachel winks at her.

Niall grabs a cup of coffee and heads outside as well while Sarah sits with Rachel and Mariah.

“Mornin’.” He says sitting down.

“Hey.” You smile. “Sleep well?”

“Mhm, beds are actually pretty comfy here.” He sips his coffee. “Although, they make a bit of noise.” You feel Harry grip you tighter out of nerves. “Sarah and I had to wait until everyone was downstairs this mornin’ to get busy.” He laughs and you burst out laughing.

“We just did it on the floor.” Harry smacks your shoulder and you look at him. “Hey!”

“Why dontcha just tell the whole world what we were up to?”

“He just told us!”

“So?!”

“Please, it’s not like it was a secret.” Niall says.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Harry asks.

“Gotta walk by your room to get down the stairs, mate. Bed may not have been creakin’, but I’d know that little whimper of yours anywhere.” He smiles, and Harry’s mouth falls open.

“Ha! I knew I was being quieter than you!” You hop off his lap and stick your tongue out at him. You lean in close to his face. “Don’t be embarrassed baby,” You whisper in his ear. “I know what this cunt does to you.” You stand up straight and go inside with the girls.

“She’s testin’ me.” Harry says while Niall shakes his head.

“I don’t even wanna know what she just said to you.” He laughs.

“Little whimper.” He says in Irish accent. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Oh, I’m just teasin’, relax.”

You all pack up the car and head to the beach, and find a spot just as you did the day before. It was another beautiful day, even hotter than yesterday.

“Feel like we’re gonna be in the water a lot today.” Mariah says.

You all take your coverups off, and Rachel immediately catches the marks on your hips. You see her notice and you give her a small smile.

“Oh, I like those bottoms, Y/N. Seriously you always have the best….” Sarah trails off as she catches the marks. “Um, you always have the best swimsuits.”

“Thanks.” You say blushing. You turn around and bend over to grab some sunscreen. There was another, more recent mark right below one of your ass cheeks.

Sarah bursts out laughing and so does Rachel. You stand right up and look at them.

“What?” Rachel throws an arm around you. Thank god no one else was really paying attention.

“Tell me, what exactly were the two of you doing when he left this one on you?” She pinches your bum where the mark is and you squeal. Harry whips his head to look at you. You look at Rachel.

“You know, I don’t really remember.”

She laughs and lets you go.

You all go into the water together. The boys toss a football around while you swim around with the girls. The waves were perfect for body surfing. One really drags you under though, and you can barely breathe when you pop up from the water.

Harry looks over to make sure you, and everyone else is alright. His eyes grow wide when he sees you. Your top had fallen down, and you clearly hadn’t noticed yet. He whips the ball at Niall to distract him and then he rushes towards you.

“Y/N!” He yells, and tackles you down.

“Harry, what the-“ You’re submerged again with little warning.

When you come back up his arms are wrapped around you tight and you squirm to break free.

“What are you doing?!”

“Your top fell down!”

“What?!” You look down at yourself and you blush. “Oh my god!” He loosens his grip just enough so you can tug it up. “Did anyone see?!”

“I don’t think so, I think caught it just in time. I saw that huge wave drag you under. I think the other girls were just coming up when I tackled you.”

“Yeah, if that happens again, could you maybe, I don’t know, not come at me like a linebacker?”

“Sorry, I panicked!”

“They’re just boobs.” He gives you a look. “Sarah and Rachel have seen my boobs before, you’ve seen them too. So that really only leaves Mariah and Niall, and you probably don’t wanna hear this, but I wouldn’t be embarrassed if either of them saw either. Now if my bottoms came off, then I’d be embarrassed.”

He doesn’t say anything. He notices another large wave coming and he grins at you.

“What?”

He picks you up and throws you right into the wave and laughs hysterically as you clutch at your top so it doesn’t fall again.

“Oi! What are yeh doin’ t’her?” Niall shouts. He reaches out to help you up and you look absolutely pissed at Harry. “You knock her down and then throw in to the water again?”

“Apparently my top fell down and that was the best way to help me.” You take a deep breath and start wading out of the water.

“Oh come on, you’re done swimmin’ now, is that it?” Harry says, walking after you.

“I need a break, little too much excitement.”

“Are you ma-“

“Harry!” You look at him. “Leave me alone, please.”

You leave him standing there and the girls follow you out. Mariah whips the football at the back of Harry’s head.

“Ow! What the fu-“

“Give her a second to chill, dude.”

You sit down on your towel. You can feel the water slowly evaporate from your skin.

“What was that all about?” Sarah asks, sitting next to you. Rachel sits on your other side.

“Yeah why did he tackle you like that?”

“My top fell down.” You blush. “He was just trying to help, and he didn’t like what I had to say so he threw me into that wave and it hurt.” You grab your sunglasses and put them on.

“He probably just didn’t realize how hard he threw you, Y/N.” Rachel says.

“I know. I just needed a second, and he never gives it to me.”

Eventually Niall, Harry, and Mariah all come out of the water. Niall opens a cooler and hands everyone a drink. Harry sits in front of you on your towel.

“M’sorry.” He mutters.

“S’okay.”

He leans in and kisses you and you smile against him. He decides to lay next to you on his back to tan and you lay down as well. You spray some lotion on yourself and on him. He holds your hand as you both lay there.

“I know we’re goin’ to the club tonight, but are we going out for dinner, or is that just tomorrow?” Niall asks Sarah.

“We’ll cook tonight when we get home. Then just the girls are gonna get ready together.” She winks at him. She goes into the other cooler to grab a sandwich.

“Sarah, can you hand me mine and Harry’s pb and j’s?”

“Sure!”

You sit up and take them from her. You tap him on the shoulder and he looks up at you.

“Time for lunch.” You smile and he takes the sandwich from you. “Sit up please, I don’t want you to choke.” He chuckles and does as you ask. You take your phone out and smile. “Look! Isaac sent us pictures of Buster. Ugh, I miss him.”

“Send him a selfie of us to show to him.” Harry leans in so you can snap the photo. “Can’t have him forgettin’ what his parents look like.”

“Don’t even go there.” You scoff. “That was my biggest fear while we were in London.”

“I was just jokin’.”

“I know you were.” You take a bite of your sandwich.

“Thanks for makin’ my lunch.” He kisses your cheek and you giggle.

“You’re welcome.” He continues to kiss your cheek and down your neck. You continue to scroll on your phone and eat your sandwich. Even when he bites down you’re unphased.

“Hey, uh, not that I don’t think you two are cute, but I’d like not vomit up the lunch I just ate.” Mariah says and Harry pops off your neck. He flips her off and she flips him off right back. He throws an arm around you and pulls you closer to him. “It doesn’t bother you when he does something like that in front of everyone?” She laughs.

“He’s just kissing on me.” You shrug.

“Are you sure? I thought he moved on to eat the skin on your neck when he was done with that sandwich.” Sarah says.

“Maybe you all should spend less time watchin’ us.” Harry says.

“I can’t help it! I’m disgusted, but curious.”

You burst out laughing, knowing exactly what Sarah was referring to. She starts laughing, and so does Rachel. You have tears in your eyes from laughing so hard.

“What is so fuckin’ funny?” Niall asks.

“Did you guys watch Johnny Bravo, did you have that?” Sarah asks him.

“What? Who?”

“Nevermind, you just wouldn’t get it.” Rachel says, wiping tears from her own eyes.

“You all, and I mean this in the nicest way,” Harry starts. “Are on crack.”

You all laugh harder. You have to stand up and walk around to catch your breath.

“I..I…need…” You can barely speak. You gesture than you’re gonna go for a walk and Rachel and Sarah follow you.

“Crackheads, the lot of them.” Harry says and lays back down.

Eventually the three of you return with ice cream for everyone as a little treat.

“Thanks!” Harry says grabbing a chocolate dipped cone from you.

“Wait, none of you brought your wallets with you, how did you get these?” Mariah asks. You look at each other and say nothing.

“We, uh, told the ice the boy in the window it was Y/N’s birthday.” Sarah says, licking her cone.

“And he may have been a very sweet teenager who out of the goodness of his heart wanted to help is out.” Rachel says.

“He saw our nipple piercings through our tops and we didn’t say anything when he stared, so he gave us everything on the house. We told him we’d be back with money and he said it was fine.” You say licking your cone. “We should stop there later and put some cash in his tip jar.”

“Agreed, this was a lot of ice cream to give up for free.” Rachel says.

Some of the ice cream drips on your hand you go to lick it up. You look up at Harry who’s watching you.

“What?”

“Nothin’.” His cheeks grow red and he focuses back on his own ice cream.

It was another perfect day at the beach. You all head back around 4PM again. You go up to shower by yourself so you can wash your hair. You blow dry it quick and head back down. Harry was just getting everything off the grill and you go outside. Rachel had showered too, so she walks out with you.

After dinner you all go up to get ready in Rachel and Mariah’s room. Harry and Niall both take showers and get dressed. Harry had a white, silk shirt on, and a pair of shorts, and boat shoes. Niall had a blue polo and shorts on. They both plop down on the couch.

“How long do you think it’ll take for them to get ready?” Niall asks.

“Saw them go up there with the jello shots, so I have no idea.” He sighs and looks at his nails. “Hey could you help me paint these, they’re all chipped.”

“Yeah, sure.” Niall shrugs.

Sarah starts blasting music and you all take a jello shot.

“I’m gonna go hang with the guys.” Mariah says once she’s dressed.

“No, babe, you don’t have to do that.” Rachel pouts.

“It’s cool, I want you guys to do your thing together. Plus, I can get them drinking.” She smiles and leaves the room. She stops short when she goes downstairs. Niall was painting Harry’s nails for him. “What…the fuck is going on?” They both look at her.

“A man can’t paint another man’s nails?”

“You can’t paint them yourself?”

“No, actually, I suck at it. Niall has way more precision.”

“It’s true, used to help him out all the time in school.”

Mariah shakes her head and grabs the other tray of jello shots out of the fridge. She brings them over to the boys.

“You’re not stayin’ up there with them?” Harry asks.

“Nah, wanted to give them their time. Here.” She uncaps one and holds up to his mouth for him to slurp. They hear laughing and squeals from upstairs.

“Gonna need a few of those, I think.” Niall says, finishing up Harry’s nails.

Rachel was curling your hair while Sarah was going your makeup. Things you could easily do yourself, but you didn’t mind the pampering. You do Rachel’s hair next, then Sarah’s. You rake your hands through the curls so your hair falls wavy.

You get your dress on and they both gasp.

“This isn’t like too short, too tight?”

“No way, you look hot!” Rachel says, slurping on another jello shot.

Rachel had a high-waisted pair of black pants on with a tie in the front and a light green crop stop. Sarah had a light pink dress on. You all looked really cute. You take a few selfies, and a few more jello shots.

“Harry’s gonna flip, Y/N.” Sarah says.

“Thanks.”

“Wait, stay at the top of the stairs, we wanna get his reaction.” Rachel says.

“You guys, he’s seen me dressed up before.”

“Like this?” Sarah asks and you blink at her. “Exactly. We’ll call you down in a second.”

Sarah and Rachel race downstairs.

“Jesus, Harry, do you ever not look perfect?” Rachel giggles.

“I’ve said it before, I am a fashion icon.” He looks at the two of them. “You both look nice. Where’s Y/N.”

“She’ll be down in a second.” Sarah giggles. “Niall, can you get the vodka and ice out? Oh! And the cranberry juice?”

“Sure thing, babe.”

“See you guys enjoyed some of the jello shots.” Rachel chuckles as she get Spotify playing on the smart TV. “Harry stand up and wait for her.” Rachel starts filming on her phone. He gives her a funny look, but does what she says. “Okay, birthday girl!”

You giggle and start walking down the stairs. You needed to be careful in the heels you were wearing. Harry’s jaw drops when he starts to see you and beam at him. He opens his arms for you and you jump into them. He swings you around and tells you how beautiful you look. Rachel stops recording after getting the shot she wanted.

“I feel like I’m going to prom or something.” You laugh. Niall comes over with all the drinks and you happily take one.

“Okay we need to take a ton of pictures before we all get too fucked up.” Sarah says.

You take every combination of photo you can think of. One with each girl, one with both of the girls, one with you and Mariah. One of you just you and Niall. You, Niall, and Harry. A few with you and Harry. A ton of group shots, and the other two couples get photos as well.

You all guzzle down your drinks and Sarah orders the uber. You were buzzed and feeling good.

“Wow, this place looks cool.” Harry says as he looks out the window.

“Yeah, we came here for Y/N’s twenty-first.” Rachel says. “There’s an outdoor dance floor and like five different bars.”

You all climb out of the car, and Harry keeps a hand on the small of your back. The bouncer smiles when he sees your ID.

“Gimme your hand.” You beam at him. You remember this from last time. He stamps the word BIRTHDAY on you. “Have fun.”

“What does that mean?” Niall asks.

“I get to drink for free all night.”

“No wonder you guys liked it here so much.” He chuckles.

You all go inside, and immediately go to the bar.

“Let me get the first round, yeah?” You say to them.

“Y/N, it’s your birthday, why would you-“ Harry starts.

“Because she’s gonna get us all shots for free.” Sarah says. “Let the doctor operate for once.”

“Please, Harry?”

“Go ahead, I’m curious to see you in action.” He was a little buzzed, and wasn’t out to ruin your good time.

You go up to the bar and put your hand down so the cute bartender could see.

“What can I getcha, birthday girl?” You giggle for him.

“Six shots of tequila and some limes would be great.”

“Can’t give you that many in one go, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, well, it’s just, my friends.” You point to Rachel and Sarah. “They’re gonna be paying for all their own drinks tonight, I just wanted to be a good friend is all.” You bat your lashes at him. “But I understand if you can’t…should I leave and come back five more times?” You bite your bottom lip.

“Nah, that’s okay. You do get to drink for free, these easily could all be for you.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

He gets a small tray out and puts a plate of limes on it, then he adds six double shots of tequila.

“Think you can carry this?”

“I’ll do my best.” You put a five dollar bill down for him and he thanks you.

You stride over with the tray, and take it outside with you so he doesn’t see Niall and Harry. They all follow you.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” You say to Harry.

“Lot tamer than I thought, that’s for sure.”

“Look, and he gave you double shots too.” Sarah says.

“Mhm.”

You all tip your heads back and take your shots. You grab a lime immediately and suck on it.

“What’s your drink tonight, Y/N?” Rachel asks.

“Hmmmm, I’m gonna stick with tequila I think. Margs?”

“You got it!”

Rachel and Sarah go up to one of the bars to get the second round of drinks. You all decide staying outside would be for the best. Fresh ait would help make it less likely for you to get dehydrated, cause that’s how it works, right?

You happily take your drink when they come back. All six of you clink your glasses together. The DJ drops Sexy Chick, and Sarah yanks you onto the dance floor.

“You gonna dance with her tonight without havin’ to be asked?” Niall asks Harry.

“Mhm.” Harry grins.

He takes a moment to just watch you dance with your friends. He guzzles down half his drink and takes a deep breath. This was going to be a fun night. He starts dancing over towards you and mouthing the words to the song. Your mouth falls open when you notice him. He grabs your hand and twirls you around, pulling you close so your ass is pressed against his pelvis. Your friends squeal as you so freely dance with him.

Niall starts dancing with Sarah, and Rachel dances with Mariah. The DJ drops bop after bop after bop. Harry dances with you the entire time, and you can even hear him singing a bit. You were in complete shock. Usually you had to beg him to dance with you. The only time he left your side was to get another round of drinks.

“Homeboy is on another level tonight.” Rachel says to you.

“I know! It looks good on him, doesn’t it? I’m gonna fuck his brains out later.” The three of you laugh as he comes back over. “Thank you baby.” He kisses you and takes a sip of his drink. “Are you having fun?”

“Loads!”

You wrap an arm around his neck so you can grind on one of his legs. He hooks an arm around you to hold you closer. You were completely lost in him, and your head was swimming. The second it hits midnight the DJ cuts the music.

“Heard we have a birthday in the club tonight, is there a Y/N here?” Your friends cheer and some people come over to you with a rum bucket. “Let’s all wish Y/N a very happy twenty-fifth birthday!”

You take the rum bucket from one of the bartenders and everyone sings happy birthday to you. Once they’re done you take a sip of the drink and everyone cheers. Harry grabs your face and kisses you. You split the rum bucket with him because honestly if you drank the whole thing you would for sure throw up.

You all continue to dance, and have a great time. Harry goes up to the bar with Niall for more drinks.

“Oh my god, Harry?” He hears some girl say next to him. Harry was so fucking drunk, but he vaguely recognized her.

“Sup?”

“It’s me, Val.” Harry looks back at Niall, and Niall shrugs. “God, you are such an asshole, we dated? For like seven months?”

Both Harry and Niall’s jaws drop.

“Val! Yeah! I’m sorry, I barely recognized you.” He rubs the back of his neck. That didn’t sound great.” He coughs. “What, uh, what are you doin’ here?”

“I’m on vacation with my friends.”

“Oh great, they’re here too.” The bartender hands him his drink.

“S’not like you even ever met them.” She crosses her arms. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“It’s my, uh, girlfriend’s birthday.”

“Girlfriend?” You scoff. “That you didn’t use labels.” She shakes her head. “How long you been with her?”

“Almost a year…” She scoffs again. “Listen, I-“

“Harrryyyy!” You say swaying over to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

“Y/N, let’s go back to the dance floor.” Niall says, tugging on you.

“No, I want Harry.”

On any other day of the week Harry would relish in the thought of you wanting him over Niall, even rub it in his face, but now was not the time to be rubbing your relationship in anyone’s face.

“Please come back and dance with me, baby?” You were looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes, and he was melting. He looks back at Val who was visibly annoyed.

“Baby? Baby?! You hated being called anything other than your name!” You turn to look at the woman yelling at your boyfriend.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Y/N.” Harry says. “Why don’t you go with Niall, hm? I’ll be over in a minute.”

“No, I wanna who this is? Who are you?”

“Apparently, the woman who wasn’t good enough to call Harry, baby.” She looks at him.

“Are you seriously hung up on something that almost three years ago?” Your eyes widen with realization, and you look up at him again.

“To be honest, I haven’t thought about you in years, and I’m in a much happier relationship now with someone who treats me way better than you ever did.” She holds up her left hand. “See that? Engaged, to a real man.” Your friends notice the conversation happening and walk over, always ready to back you up.

“Excuse me, but I’ll have you know this is the realest man in the world.”

“Y/N.” Harry says.

“No, no one talks to you like that.” You say looking at him and back to her. “Look I don’t know you, but I know him, and he is a man. He’s more man than I’ve ever known!” You get in her face a bit.

“Yeah, who the fuck are you?” Rachel says.

“If I were you, I’d walk away.” Sarah says.

“Clearly you weren’t the one for him, but I am.” You say. “In fact, we live together.” There’s a look of shock on Val’s face. “That’s right, and guess what, he asked me to move in with him. He gave me a key to his place first. He asked me to be in a relationship with him. We’re soulmates, bitch.”

Harry had never heard you say that before. You felt the exact way he did, even if you were saying it drunk, and to a complete stranger. You put your hand on shoulder.

“Listen, I get it, I really do. I wouldn’t have wanted to give up such a bomb dick either. And your man must not be a man at all if you’re still hung up on mine.”

“I-“

“Would walk away before you’re not able to actually walk out of here.”

Harry easily could have handled the situation. And if he really wanted to, he could have just picked you up and carried you out. But he didn’t. He liked when you defended him, and he thought it was funny to see your friends jump right in to support you.

Val looks at Harry, then back to you. She rolls her eyes and walks away. You turn back to Harry and cross your arms.

“You’re welcome.” You slap your hand down at the bar. “Shot of tequila please.” You say to the bartender and they get you what you want. You take the shot swiftly, and grab Harry by wrist. “Now come back and dance with me.”

Harry gives Niall an impressed look and follows you back out. He wraps his arms around you and grinds up on your ass. You laugh and press back into him.

At around 1:30AM you all had enough. Niall orders an uber. You decide to take your shoes off, you couldn’t stand your heels anymore.

“Harry, give me a piggyback ride?”

“Your whole ass will be out if I do that?” He laughs.

“Does anyone here care if they see my ass? No? Okay.”

He sighs and crouches in front of you so you can jump on his back. You all walk out to the curb and wait for the car. A large SUV pulls up, and you all climb in. Rachel and Mariah get in the way back. You sit on Harry so Sarah and Niall can squeeze in next to you. There was music playing, and it was nice and dark in the car. Everyone seemed preoccupied with their own conversation so you start kissing on Harry’s neck. His hands press into your hip a little harder.

“Babe.” He whispers. “Please, wait til we get back.”

“No.” You say against him, and keep kissing on him. One of your hands moves up to his hair and he grunts, catching Sarah’s attention.

“Oh Jesus.” She laughs.

“Hey!” You whip your head up to look at her. “Get used to it, because when we get back, I’m fucking this man.”

“Y/N.” Harry says as everyone else the car cheers.

“That’s right, it’s my birthday and we’re gonna bone. And you all can stay downstairs until we’re done so we don’t have to worry about being quiet.”

“That’s actually a good idea.” Rachel pipes up from the back. “You two can do your thing and we can set up the air mattresses we brought to make the sleepover space up. Get everything settled.”

“You’re brilliant!” You reach over the seat and grab her face to kiss her forehead.

You could barely walk by the time you got into the house and Harry threw you over his shoulder so he could get you upstairs.

“Wait! Let us all go change first before you two go up.” Sarah says.

Everyone else races upstairs. You playfully drum on Harry’s butt while you wait. Once everyone else comes back down, they clap for you as Harry brings you upstairs. If he wasn’t so drunk he would’ve cared more.

Harry gets you in the bedroom, and locks the door behind him.

“How do you want it baby? Hm? Want me to leave the dress on? I know you think I look good.” You say as you sit down on the bed.

He grins at you and unbuttons his own shirt, and lets it fall to the floor. He gets on the bed with you and starts kissing you. You moan into his mouth and he licks into you. You suck on his tongue slightly and he reaches to unzip your dress. His hands cup your cheeks and he pulls you back.

“The real question is, how do you want it?”

“I just want you to fuck me up.” You look at him. “Just do whatever you want to me.”

He smiles and tugs your dress off your body. He groans when he sees the little thong you’re wearing and yanks it off. He gets his shorts and boxers off. He kisses down your body and sucks on one of your nipples. Luckily everyone downstairs wouldn’t be able to hear much because they turned the TV volume up extra loud to try to give the two of you some privacy.

He works his way between your legs. He spreads your legs wide open, wider than he ever really does. He holds you down and begins his work. He licks up your center a few times. You weren’t sure what happened next. You really weren’t. What he did to you with his tongue was like nothing he had ever done before. All you knew was that his stuck his fingers in your mouth while you were doing it so when you screamed, it wouldn’t be as loud. And you did scream. You screamed his name like you never had before. He pulls up to look at you, your chest was heaving.

“Yeh liked that, huh?”

“How, how did you-“

“Shh, baby girl, it’s gonna be like this all night.”

You giggle and wrap your legs around his waist. He thrusts into you and it feels amazing. He rubs your clit and makes you come again before flipping you over. He’s got the headboard gripped with one hand, and the back of your neck gripped in the other. He was driving in hard and deep. Well, not as hard as he could have. He knew one wrong move could send you to a bad place. You were moaning and groaning, and clutching the pillows. Hi balls were slapping against your clit and you couldn’t stand it anymore. You moan out his name and come for the third time.

He pulls out and puts you on your side. One of your legs goes up over his shoulder.

“Jesus, shit.” You groan.

He rocks in and out of you and a slow pace.

“I love you, Harry, fuck I love you so much.”

He pulls out again to get you on your back. He leans in close and crashes his lips to yours.

“I love you too.” He nips at your jaw. “I’m so happy we’re spending your birthday like this.”

“Me too, fuck, me too.” You look up at him as he kneads one of your breasts. “No one else I’d rather spend it with, baby.”

You gasp as he starts to his your g-spot. Your nails rake down his back and he moans. Just as you’re coming again he releases inside you. You were both drenched in sweat. He presses his forehead to yours and tries to catch his breath. He kisses you gently on both cheeks, your nose, forehead, and lips before pulling out.

“Took it so well, angel.” He caresses your cheek and gets off of you.

You both use the bathroom and get cleaned up. You throw on a graphic T and a pair of shorts, and he does the same. You jump on his back, and he carries you down the stairs. Everyone starts slow clapping when you come downstairs and you giggle. Harry can’t help but laugh too.

Your friends had set up the living room beautifully. Harry sets you down and you crawl onto one of the air-mattresses that was covered in pillows and blankets. Harry gets on next to you and throws an arm around you.

“What are we watchin’?” He asks, voice slightly hoarse. Niall hands him a glass of water. He hands you one too.

“One of Y/N’s favorites, Forgetting Sarah Marshall.” Sarah says.

“Dracula Musical! Woooo!” You say and the girls laugh.

“Got it all cued up.” Rachel says, pressing play.

You curl close with Harry as the movie starts.

“Have you seen this before?” You ask him.

“I don’t think so…” He looks at Niall. “Have we watched this?”

“I mean I’ve seen it because I’ve watched it about a dozen times with Y/N, but I’ve never watched it with you, mate.”

“You’re in for a treat, Harry. It’s so funny.” Rachel says.

You and your friends cheer when Paul Rudd makes his first appearance.

“Oh here we go.”

“We also cheered for Bill Hader.” You say. “Oh! He’s gonna say it!”

“Oh the weather outside is weather.”

You and your friends burst out laughing.

“You sound like you’re from London!”

You laugh even harder and slap Harry’s back. He starts laughing too.

“Is that how you’d prefer my accent to sound, because I could easily talk like that f’you.”

You wipe tears from your eyes and shake your head.

“He’s just so fucking funny.”

The movie goes on, and eventually you all pass out before it ends. You were laying completely on top of Harry, covered with a blanket. You all would be hungover tomorrow, no doubt about that. But for now, you were all sleeping peacefully as one big group of friends. You couldn’t have asked for a better way to start your birthday.

#take it slow #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluff fic #harry styles smut fic #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #im really happy with this part #hope you all like!

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midnightelite · 4 years

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not-so secret boyfriend

Me and @solstilla wrote another one shot!

We wrote this for the love of our life @infiniteinmyownlittleworld world. Sending love and hopes of a speedy recovery your way! <333

Description: After a confusing encounter on the train home from hogwarts, Lily decides to try to clear up any questions that may still exist.

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Dear James,

I’m really sorry to bother you, but I can’t stop thinking about (Here there was a big blob of ink)

Sorry about that! I must’ve knocked over my ink canister.

Anyways I can’t stop thinking about Quidditch! You’ve got me very interested in the difference between Puddlemere United and the Chudley Cannons and I need more fuel to tease Marly about so please respond asap.

Shame we couldn’t talk more about it on the train, but I guess we were both busy.

Again, sorry to bother you.

Lots of Love,

Your friend,

From Lily

Dear Lily,

When have you ever bothered me? Please write to me as much as you want! Sorry about the train...if you wanted to talk about Quidditch that totally could have been arranged!

As for Puddlemere versus the Cannons, what is there to explain Evans? Puddlemere has the strongest team and has for ages. They are top of the league. What else do you need when picking a team to support? Also, they have Jocelind Wadcock!! She is a force to be reckoned with! She has the most goals scored in both the British and Irish leagues! That's amazing!

Sorry, I’ll stop my quidditch rant before it gets out of hand. It’s nice hearing from you Evans. Please never think you are annoying me by writing to me. Don’t be a stranger.

Hope to see you soon,

James Potter

Dear James Potter,

What’s with all the formalities?

Please don’t apologize for the train. I did exactly what I wanted to in that moment. I hope you did too? I do enjoy keeping busy.

But Quidditch! No, it’s really interesting hearing you talk about Quidditch. Jocelind Wadcock seems really cool. Marly was saying though that there’s an all female team? Are they Puddlemere? Isn’t the Cannons mostly guys? I’m horribly lost. Maybe you should come over and explain it to me?

Hope to see you soon too. Like maybe tonight? Mum’s making steak for dinner, if you wanted to come?

Cordially,

Evans

Dear Evans,

OF COURSE I ENJOYED KEEPING BUSY WITH YOU. I just wasn't 100% sure you didn’t regret it. Merlin you have no clue how long I wanted to do that, but I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything. If you don’t want to pursue anything that's totally fine! I get it! We do not need to talk about it again. It can be like nothing happened. If you want.

I would love to see you! We can talk about anything you want, quidditch, potions, your sister and how done with her you are at this point (sorry if that's rude to say i just figured from the stories I’ve heard you may want to vent). I’d be honored to spend any time with you no matter what we do. I can definitely come by for dinner tonight!

Your friend,

James

P.S. The all women team is the Holyhead Harpies! I’ll explain more at your house!

P.P.S. What time should I come over?

Dear James,

But something did happen and I wanted it to happen for a really long time too. My biggest fear in all of this is that it’s just going to have happened and we pretend that it never did.

I think maybe I might possibly like you a little bit. Or maybe a lot.

Dinner’s at 6 but if you wanted to come over early, we could take a walk around town and talk about stuff. My sister (you’re right, she’s a pill), Quidditch, potions, train rides…

Anything you like.

See you soon,

Lils

The next thing she knew, Lily heard the doorbell ringing incessantly. That could only be one person. She scrambled up from her desk chair where she had been anxiously waiting for another letter, barreled down the stairs past her confused parents, and flung open the door. Her cheeks were red and he looked breathless, and nothing mattered but James Potter standing on her doorstep, still holding her letter in his hand. Lily squealed with laughter, throwing her arms around his neck and jumping into his arms.

He nearly toppled over, but luckily Quidditch gave him great reflexes and he managed to steady both of them and pulled Lily close.

Marie and Thomas Evans shared a look with each other, watching their youngest daughter tackle a man they’d never met. “Should I set another place for dinner, then Lily?”

Lily nodded, not even glancing back at her parents. “Yeah. Yeah, he’s staying for dinner.” Her heart thudded in her chest, staring into his eyes. James was here. He was here and he wanted to talk about what happened on the train. Maybe keep busy again? Lily grinned at the thought, slipping down and holding the door handles. James busied himself by tucking the letter into his pocket, much too nervous to stand around doing nothing. “Going for a walk! Be back later!” The door closed, and Lily’s eyes met his again. She couldn’t stop the little giggles bubbling up from her chest.

Their hands found each other, who initiated it was unclear.

“There’s this spot,” she breathed, swinging their hands between them. Her nerves insisted on doing some kind of erratic dance, much like her heart, and she was trying her best to keep her fidgeting to a minimum. “By the lake, it’s-”

“Let’s go,” James nodded, seemingly unable to stop himself from fidgeting either as he ran his hand through his hair. Lily pulled him along towards the lake, squeezing the hand still linked in hers. He kept messing up his hair, and he looked like he was grappling with trying to find the words to say something, anything. Lily wasn’t much better off. Besides being tongue-tied, she was a little more than distracted by the boy in front of her. She couldn’t stop staring, watching as his hand tousled his hair, but she tried to hide it as best as possible. When their eyes met for what felt like the hundredth time, he stopped walking.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing. It’s just…” She trailed off before removing her hand from his grasp. He shot her a confused look before she stepped closer, got on the tips of her toes, and mussed his hair up so it was sticking out at all angles. “Better.” She smiled goofily at him, her hands still in his hair. Their eyes locked for a beat, James looked like he was thinking something through before his eyes settled on one emotion. His eyes flicked down toward her lips, and he was leaning in. Lily’s eyes closed on their own accord and she felt the barest hint of pressure from his lips. Before she had the chance to respond, James pulled back and grabbed her hand. James winked down at her dazed expression, before continuing in the direction they were originally headed in.

Lily stood rooted to the spot, and when her arm held him back, he turned toward her with a small smirk on his face and gave a little tug on their joined hands. Lily responded with a tug of her own, pulling him closer.

“I wasn’t done with you yet.” Lily barely registered the shock shining on James’s face before she closed the distance between them. When their lips met all Lily could think was holy shit. This was different from the kiss on the train. The kiss on the train was sweet and quick. Filled with questions. This was definite. This answered all those questions and more.

Lily’s hands found their way back into his unruly hair, settling on giving gentle tugs to the tufts found at the nape of his neck. The pleasant slip of their lips spelling out the emotions neither were able to put to words. James traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, asking for permission. Granting him access, Lily stepped closer so there was barely any space between them. Her heart’s erratic beat became even more irregular. James’s hands were resting at the small of her back and he pulled Lily closer, causing their noses to bump together, pulling her back to the present moment.

Lily couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out against his lips. Once it started she couldn't stop. James laughed too, his head dropping into her shoulder. After a moment of recovery, he pressed little kisses into her shoulder, stopped to drag his nose along her neck, trailing kisses up along her jaw til he landed on her cheeks. After a few kisses there he landed back squarely on her smiling lips, a lot more chaste than the one previously.

“We can’t tell the guys,” he murmured in between kisses. “They have a bet going and Padfoot’s not gonna win again.” He emphasized this with a kiss on her nose, to which Lily burst into another fit of laughter.

“So how long do we need to keep it secret?” Now it was her turn to pepper him in kisses, starting by cupping his cheeks and pulling his head down to plant one on his forehead, temple, nose, cheeks, down his jaw. His sharp inhale when she reached his neck made her pull away, but he was grinning at her as if to cheer her on. She stopped, nevertheless, instead tugging him to sit with her underneath the big tree overlooking the lake.

“Only until the first Hogsmeade weekend?” He looked sheepish, but Lily couldn’t help the grin that stretched across her face.

“Think we can make it that long?” The devilish look that was plastered on her face filled him with an equal amount of thrill and terror. He was not sure what she was suggesting, but was very sure that her end goal was to kill him. “Wanna bet on that?” He couldn’t find words, and Lily couldn’t help but think of a deer in headlights. He nodded mutely and the smirk on her face grew. He was rubbing off on her, wasn’t he? “First to spill that we are dating owes the other something.”

“Something.” James repeated, wrapping her up in his arms. “That’s quite open-ended isn’t it?”

“Well I have a few ideas….If you’re up to hearing about them...” She winked at him. Lily watched his Adam’s apple bob and quickly avoided his eye, knowing the blush was spreading down her neck.

“Oh,” He cleared his throat when his voice came out far too squeaky for his liking. “Wha-what, erm, did you have in mind Lils? Remember I am just a young, innocent fawn. What are you suggesting?” He feigned a scandalized look.

“Get your head out of the gutter, Potter! I was gonna suggest the other pays for a Honeydukes trip. Who do you think I am?” Not able to contain the laughter filling her chest, she doubled over, the sound pouring out of her. James’s grin grew and he pulled her closer, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. Once the laughter subsided, Lily dropped her head onto James’s shoulder. They sat cuddled up, looking out at the lake, talking about sweet nothings until Lily noticed the sun starting to set. She turned and hid her face where James’s shoulder met his neck.

“We’re going to be late to dinner,” She mumbled into his skin, placing a kiss there at the end of her observation. Her tone clearly showed she was not concerned about dinner. James let loose a low laugh, turning slightly to wrap his other arm around her and setting her firmly against his chest.

“C’mon Lils. We don’t want to upset your parents.” He rubbed up and down her back before pulling away to stand. She tried to keep the pout off her face, but the ringing of his laugh let her know she failed. He reached his hand out to help her up. She grabbed it gingerly and let him help her stand when she was quickly enveloped back in his arms. James shot her a wide smile, placing a gentle kiss on her nose. They held eye contact for a bit before he pulled away and started heading back towards her house.

Lily whined as James tugged her along, but let him do so anyways. “Hey,” she said, realizing James had never met her parents. “Are Mum and Dad in on our secret or are we keeping them in the dark too?”

“They can know if they promise not to tell any of the boys if they meet them.” He had a very serious expression on, his eyebrows drawn together. It looked wrong on his face. She couldn’t help but laugh.

“So serious,” she teased, cupping his cheeks and rubbing her thumbs along them. “You want to meet and tell my parents we just started dating tonight, and also that they have to keep it secret because our friends placed bets on us? Is that right?” Lily went on her toes to bump her nose against his just like earlier. “For some reason, I feel like that may not set the best tone for how my parents will feel about this relationship.” James had the decency to look apologetic.

“I know. I know, But do you want to deal with Sirius if he wins this? He will be unbearable. Plus, I feel bad that we’d have to ask your parents to keep it a secret, but-”

“But you’re more worried about...the boys finding out?” Lily snorted indelicately, pulling out of his arms and turning away from him to gather her thoughts. “Aren’t my parents gonna be suspicious if we are hanging out all the time? Or are we not gonna do that either?” She tried to keep the bitterness out of her tone.

Lily wanted to tell her parents, she wanted to tell them how wonderful he was, but she wanted them to believe her. If she told them James wanted to keep her a secret, she doubted they would ever be able to get over that. Why wouldn’t he want the world to know their precious daughter was his girlfriend? Besides, Lily realized she wanted to be openly falling more and more for James Potter and the more she thought about this stupid plan she’d come up with, the more she hated it. Sensing her mood change, James nudged her to turn back around, and she did, but her eyes refused to meet his.

“Lil.” Her eyes remained firmly on the ground, not sure she could meet his without getting all emotional. He tilted her chin up slightly, that stupid signature smirk playing along his face. He was about to say something adorable again, wasn’t he? “You can always lose the bet. I prefer blue sugar quills, by the way.”

Lily wrinkled her nose. Yes, definitely adorable. And cocky.

“Oh no, bud, you’re just going to have to be the one to tell my parents to keep it secret and deal with the fallout of that. I can just imagine how well they will take that.” Lily glanced over her shoulder at him, already starting to walk towards the house. “Oh are you embarrassed to be dating my daughter? She is our pride and joy, and you won't even admit you’re dating her in public?”

She could feel James’s eyes boring into the back of her head and when she turned around to see if he was even keeping up; he was rooted to the ground.

“Okay, what color sugar quill did you want?” Lily giggled, gesturing for him to come over to her before holding onto his hand.

“How about this? We split the sugar quills, I’ll help you break it to the boys. You know Sirius is hesitant to make fun of me ever since I told him his hair looked dull and lacked volume back in March. That way it won’t be too bad.” While she proposed her idea, she had started heading towards her house. Lily assumed he would eventually follow her, and with those long legs of his, he would catch up in no time.

“Fine. You know, you’re lucky you’re cute Lils.” She felt his arm snake around her shoulders. Tucking her right into his side, he moved to place a kiss to the top of her head again, but Lily tilted her head up just in time for it to land on her lips.

“You keep missing, silly.” The goofiest grin split James’s face in half.

“Where would I ever be without you?”

“You’d definitely be bored somewhere. Since you wouldn’t have me to keep yourself busy with...I think the boredom would drive you a little bonkers, really. Maybe you’d buy a boat?”

“Ooh! I can buy a boat and be a pirate. Ya know Evans, I take back what I said previously and I think this may have been a big mistake. My true calling was to drop out of Hogwarts and to become the captain of a pirate ship with the lads. I actually think I shoul-” He was pulling away from Lily, and to prevent it she went up on her tiptoes to shut him up. Before he could continue on his tangent, Lily dragged him the last block to her doorstep.

“You better watch what you say, James Potter, because I am definitely better than some bloody pirate ship.” Despite her words, her voice was dripping with laughter, and her smile went on for miles. He couldn’t help but match her enthusiasm. James bent down to possibly keep busy some more, but Lily spun out of his grasp, walked to the front door and leaned against it. She turned and shot him a look that asked are you planning on coming? As if to taunt him more, the way the setting sun hit her face, it made her green eyes shine luminously and her hair looked as if it were ablaze. Who would want to keep her a secret anyway? Besides, she was so brilliant, it wasn’t like he could hide his amazement of her for very long; the lads would see through his act immediately.

He took the stairs two at a time to catch up with her, their hands finding each other once more. When they shut the door, they were greeted with a pair of green eyes staring at them. Now he saw where Lily got them from.

“Lily,” Mr. Evans cleared his throat. “Won’t you introduce us to our dinner guest?” Lily looked sheepish, hugging James’s arm. “Marie, dear? Come meet Lily’s new friend!”

“Dad,” she said, giving James a reassuring smile that he hadn’t even realized he needed until then. “This is James, my...boyfriend?”

Boyfriend. The word rang in James’s ears. If he was her boyfriend, that meant Lily Evans was his girlfriend. If her father weren’t standing right there, James could have swooped her up and kissed her right there. As it was, he merely squeezed her hand tighter before smiling his most charming smile at Mr. Evans.

“James Potter,” he said, holding out the hand not linked with Lily’s. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Lily talks about you and your wife a lot. She really admires you both.”

Thomas shook his hand, smiling faintly. “Strong handshake, son. Glad you can join us.”

A wide grin broke out across Lily’s face, which she would later explain to him meant that Dad likes you. Mrs. Evans, a short blond woman, joined them outside of the kitchen.

“Good evening, Mrs Evans.” James was trying so hard to impress her. Lily thought it was the most adorable thing watching James put on this professional front for her parents. For her.

Mrs. Evans quickly swept James up in a hug, foregoing the handshake. “Call me Marie,” she whispered. The four convened in the kitchen for steak dinner and apple tart for dessert.

“Lily tells us you’re a school athlete?” James glanced over to Lily, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You talk about me?” She nudged his foot under the table, crinkling her nose.

“Like your mum doesn’t know every little detail about me?” Everyone at the table burst into laughter at their banter.

The whole night long, jokes and conversation filled the air. James could see where Lily got her wits from. Both her parents were sharp, quick to joke with James, and overwhelmingly kind. He’d learned Mrs. Evans took great pride in her little garden out back, much like his mother took pride in the large gardens outside their estate. Thomas had invited James on their next camping trip, much to Lily’s surprise and excitement. James had even swapped a recipe with her mother. If there ever was a more perfect parent-boyfriend meeting, Lily would be shocked. James had managed to charm his way into their hearts with ease-not that her father wasn’t still watching him like a hawk.

When the time came after they’d all had dessert and Marie Evans had ensured James would not be leaving without a doggie bag for his brother and parents, Lily found she wasn’t ready to say goodbye to him. Suddenly she wished they were at Hogwarts and she knew she’d see him again at breakfast the next morning. Lily walked out onto the front deck with James and closed the door behind them.

“Your parents are great, Lil. I’m happy I got to meet them tonight. As he said this, he was slowly closing the distance between them. “Though I have to say I’m a bit sad the night is over.”

A rush of relief flooded her at his words. “Me too. I wish you didn’t have to go.” Lily found herself pulled to him like he was some sort of magnetic force. “There’s plenty of night left, how will I ever stay occupied?”

“Ugh Lils, you are going to kill me. I am going to leave right now, and stay in your parents' good graces. Are you sure you're not part veela?”

James’s breath tickled her ear, he was so close. Lily’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. James leaned down, and she went on her toes to meet him in the middle when-

Knock knock knock.

They both turned, breaking apart quickly at the sight of her father peering through the window. James’s face now matched Lily’s hair. She was less embarrassed and more frustrated; there was no chance for any goodnight kisses now.

“Ah, yes. I believe that was my fairy godfather giving me the five minute warning. Better hurry up before the magic runs out,” Lily winked up at him, holding back giggles. She felt light, airy, like she could take on the world.

“That’s from Rapunzel right?” The laughter couldn’t be held back any longer and she dropped her head into his shoulder.

“You’re cute,” she said. “When I see you next I’ll teach you about Cinderella, okay?” James grinned, poking her nose.

“You’re cute. Cinderella it is.” He pecked her cheek before pulling away. “Until next time?” Lily nodded softly, her cheeks burning pink. James gave her a little smirk before apparating home.

When she returned to her room that night after some family time, an owl was waiting outside her window. Ora!

Dear Lily,

If it wasn’t apparent before I am head over heels for you. I got home and realized I never responded. I definitely like you and it’s more than a little bit. Sorry about that.

Are you available tomorrow? The lads are coming over, and I distinctly remember someone promising to help me break the news. I’d say we should prepare for a dramatic display from both Sirius and my mum. Any ideas to help cope?

Hope you can come tomorrow!

Love,

Your Not-So Secret Boyfriend

James

Ps. Mum says she wants to have you for tea on Friday too.

#jily #jily*#Lily Potter #Lily Evans #Lily Evans Potter #James Potter #hp #hp fic #mel&kat do things #Mel&Kat write #evotter #marauders era

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vickers-n-lickers · 4 years

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Moonlit pt. 3

Trigger Warning: Unaliving thoughts, violence, zombies))

Six rounds left.

He thought about doing it right then and there.

Her first. Then him.

Jill warned him they always come back unless they get a bullet in the head.

Maybe she'd try to eat him if she came back.

I'd… deserve it.

Well, he thought he did.

Her ghost disagreed with the notion from the back of his mind.

"You've reached the Vickers! Please leave a message at the beep."

Beep!

"Hey Joan, it's Dad. It's about four in the afternoon. I, uh, I accidentally picked up Jenna from the Y. Sorry, I thought it was my night. You can have Brad call off the search. I bet you both have been worried sick. She's up here in Stoneville with me. She and the dog are settled in for the night, I'll drop her off at school first thing in the morning and him at the house. I'm really sorry, Joan. Hey, do give me a call back so I make sure you got this message, okay? Love you, Scooter. Bye."

"Do you remember when you fell in love with me?" Brad asked, a grin crossing his lips when nails drug low along his stomach.

Joan made a thoughtful sound as she lifted her head. Messy strands of brunette were carefully tucked behind an ear. "That's a secret." She giggled when he squinted and scowled suddenly at her.

"Tell me."

Long fingers swept back wild strands. "Nope. Never. Don't you dare do puppy dog eyes. Bradley! That is blackmail. That is a crime, sir!"

Holding in a laugh, he poked out his lower lip to match the mournful lift in his brow. He smiled when she laughed.

"Ugh! You monster. Fine…" Rolling off of him, she nestled into the crook of his arm. "During the last bad blizzard."

Brad blinked, rolling on his side to face her. "That was three years before we started dating."

The woman just shrugged, tracing the line of his collarbone in the dark. "So?"

"Why didn't you say something?"

"You had so many female admirers, I knew I couldn't compete."

Brad's brows immediately quirked in confusion. "Who?"

"The ladies that work in the records office."

His jaw dropped in horror. "They're in their sixties and I don't appreciate those catcalls every time Wesker sends me down there."

Joan wrinkled her nose, fighting back a snicker. "I bet they all have your sweet recruitment poster on their bedroom ceilings."

"Oh my God, Joan! Why would you put that in my head?" He pulled away when she started cackling.

"I bet they call the number late night hoping you'll answer. 'Is there an oral exam, Brad?'," She squealed with laughter when wagging fingers went for her hips.

"C'mon. Real reason." His smile was so warm and free in the slant of light peeking through the blinds.

It always melted the frost off her spirit. A long sigh escaped, her hand smoothed over his as it ran up her cheek. "The real reason? Because I come with baggage."

He scoffed. "We all do."

She shook her head. "Jack always told me no man would want me with Jenna being on the spectrum and me being a single mother. I…" Her shoulders lifted and dropped. "Part of me believed him, I guess."

Brad was quiet for the longest time. The clock on the nightstand read twelve in glowing red. Unmoving, outside of breath and blinking, he spoke barely above a whisper. "That is the cruelest shit I've ever heard in my life. There's nothing wrong with Jenna. She's a little girl. Nobody can control that. You didn't expect to be Mom and Dad… What the fuck is wrong with him?"

Joan bit her bottom lip. "I don't know. That's Jack. He thinks he has an answer for everything. 'Everyone leaves, Joan. Remember your mother…'"

Brad's stare turned hard as he propped himself up with an elbow. "I'm not fuckin' going anywhere." Short nails ran over where moonlight met her shoulder. "Hey… You know when I fell in love with you?" His lips turned up when she shook her head again. "It was when you said 'I'm Joan'." When her form rose and fell harshly from breath, his arms looped and pulled her fast to him. Kissing away tears, his nose pressed along the side of hers. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You've reached the Vickers! Please leave a message at the beep."

Beep!

"Joan, it's Dad again. It's about nine o'clock. I really hope you have a good reason for not calling me back. The news is a mess so I recon you're still stuck in traffic trying to get home. Before I forget, your brother and his wife are going to be here tomorrow morning so how about you two just come on up for the rest of the week and weekend? Your brother's been jabberin' my ear off about meeting Brad anyway. They can talk shop about helicopters and we'll go fishin'. Love ya, Scooter. Byeeeee!"

The office stunk sterile. Jenna's dirty shoes swung back and forth on the exam table as she waited, expressive gray eyes fixed on the man sitting next to her on a chair. She reached out suddenly, poking at the emblem stitched in blue with white stars on his shoulder. She smiled brightly when he feigned a scowl.

"Alright then, Miss Piper…" Annette's brows lifted as she closed the door behind her. "And who are you?"

Brad was on his feet in a second, offering a hand. "Brad Vickers, Joan is at soundcheck. So, I…" His brows lifted when the blonde woman stepped around him and took a seat at the desk next to the exam table. "…Brought her for shots."

Annette smiled fondly to the girl, fingers looping in the air as she spoke in total silence to the girl.

Jenna's hands suddenly were animated, signing away a response to her doctor.

Brad sat down quietly, watching the two.

Birkin nodded, her stare turning back to the man. "Do you sign at all, Mister Vickers?"

"Still learnin'… What did she say?"

A nail scratched along one of her brows as she began to take down some notes. "She said you're her dad and you fly airplanes."

Soft brown eyes lifted up to the little one on the table. A smile drew itself across his mouth as she fiddled with the buttons on her coat.

A clean needle appeared when the cap was removed, quickly jabbed into a vial of clear liquid. The Umbrella symbol stenciled in red the only color to show.

Brows lifting, the man offered a hand to the young girl. Fingers gently gripping, his stare met her spooked one as Annette prepared.

"Just gonna be a little pinch, sweetie…"

He frowned when Jenna winced one eye totally shut.

"One more and we'll call it a day. Good girl. You're so brave," Annette cooed, a Barbie sticker soon in Jenna's hands. Her stare turned to Brad. "Tell her mother she's due for one last booster in six weeks and I'll get the referral she needs in the mail tomorrow."

Brad nodded, pulling his coat back on. "I'll let her know."

They were almost out of the exam room when Annette called out. "Have you gotten your flu shot yet this year, Mister Vickers?"

Brad's eyes went wide.

Back in the room.

Jenna looked from her new sticker still on its sheet up to the man sitting on the exam table.

Brad just pursed his lips, letting his air out when Annette returned with the vaccine.

"Alright, your turn."

Jenna offered her tiny hand to hold onto.

Annette couldn't hide her chuckle at the pair.

Jenna was still smiling at her two bright pink stickers when they arrived back home.

"You've reached the Vickers! Please leave a message at the beep."

Beep!

"Scooter, it's Dad. It's about six-forty in the mornin'. Your brother just got in. I am assuming you and Brad went home and just crashed out. Please call me back, I don't think Jenna needs to go back to school today. The girls are here. How about I just call the school at eight and she play hooky so she can see her cousins? I heard helicopters flying earlier. What in the world happened last night? Call me, girl. Bye!"

The phone clicked back on the receiver as Jack turned away. "I swear that girl gives me more gray hair every day. Lookin' for the coffee, Son?"

Henry shook his head as he opened another cabinet. "Creamer?"

"It's in the pantry." Fingers running over thinning hair, Jack forced a smile as his daughter-in-law stepped around the corner. "Hey stranger, been a while." His arms opened as the curly haired blonde wrapped hers around him. "Mmmm! I missed you two. How's Seattle?"

"Cold, wet… I love it up there." Michelle replied, smiling as two little bodies pushed their way between her and their grandpa. "Girls, take your bags upstairs before harassing your grandpa." Their whines only made her smile wider. "We're going fishing later, hurry up!"

"Yeah, girls… Jenna is up there so keep it down, okay?" Jack let out a sigh as the two were out of sight. "It ain't like Joan to not answer me. Somethings off."

"Who knows, Dad. Scooter isn't the sharpest tool in the shed all the time," Henry said with a shrug, stirring dried creamer into his coffee.

"They might have realized they were baby free for a night and decided to start making the next one," Michelle replied, a wry grin on her face as her brows popped.

Henry feigned a gag. "Gross."

Jack let out a sigh. "For once in my life, I hope that's the case. Maybe I'll have a grandson next year and we'll all have a laugh at this."

Both smiled at the man seated at the kitchen table.

A bright flash suddenly filled all of the windows, and a minute later the entire house violently shook.

Henry slammed the car door behind him, ball cap fished from the back of his belt and slung low over his eyes as he strode in the direction of the red tinted sky. "Stay in the car, Dad. I got this."

"You sure?"

"It's fine. Stay in the car. I'll find out what's going on." So much screaming, so many people bumping into him as they fled down the narrow paths between cars. It was total chaos.

What the fuck is going on?

He managed to make his way toward the crowd gathered at the roadblocks. He hung back, eyes veering over the many armed forms behind the barriers.

"My husband is still in the city! When will we be let in?"

"I have to get home!"

"What was that explosion? Was that a missile?"

Ducking through the crowd, he made his way toward the end of the barrier. Green eyes clicked their stare from one body to another. From the guy smoking, to another checking his gear, his eyes narrowed as he frowned.

He was fastening his seatbelt as soon as the door to the car was shut. "Drive, Dad. We gotta go."

"What about Joan?"

"Dad, just drive. Let's get out of here before we're pinned in. You're clear still." He took a look over his shoulder to the rear window.

"What's going on, Henry?"

"Just get the car turned around! C'mon, Dad." He let out a sigh as the wheel cranked and the car was thrown into drive. "You're right, something is really wrong."

"What? What are you talkin' about?"

"None of those guys have flags on their shoulders. No unit patches. Nothin'. No name tape, no Army over their hearts. One guy had a grenade launcher out and was smoking."

"What does that mean, Henry?"

The pilot just shook his head. "I don't know. They're not Army though, Dad. They want us to think they are though..."

Jack looked frantic behind the wheel. "Maybe we should check the other roads going in? We have to be able to get in somewhere."

Henry shook his head. "No, no. The reporter back there said the city had been hit with a missiles."

"What? Oh my God…"

The raven haired man choked back tears, blinking them away as the car swerved. "Let me drive, Dad."

"He hasn't been home much since the riots began," Joan said quietly. Wrapped up in a housecoat, she coughed harshly into her elbow. "I uh… I don't know what to tell you, Jill. We don't talk anymore. He's hellbent on keeping his job. I don't think he understands how close I am to leaving him."

"I'm sorry things are rough," Jill replied, the coffee in her cup cold when she took a sip.

"If Forest where here…." The woman bit her lower lip, shaking her head. "God, ever since they were killed it's like he died with them. You know? He's not soft and gentle anymore. He's just… he's just dead but walking around."

Jill grimaced at the thought. "I don't really need to talk to Brad. I wanted to ask you about when you worked for Umbrella. What did you do for them?"

"I uh… I was told I was guarding these massive coolers full of vaccines that required being at a low temperature at all times. Then, well before he died, Albert sent me a disc with instructions to look at it if anything happened to him." She wiped at her eyes, red and swollen. "Those monsters you told us about? I was guarding something like them. He had manifests and notes that said exactly what was in the coolers. There were pictures…" Her thumbs brushed over the side of her mug.

Jill's eyes were enormous.

Her voice was flat, emptied out and hollow. "Did you know most of those things used to be human? They were humans and I helped them take those poor people… Jesus Christ…" She couldn't help but weep, a dish towel used to wipe it all away.

"Joan do you still have the disc?"

The woman nodded, tears welling in her eyes. "Yeah, yeah you can have it."

"It's going to be fine. The military is outside of the city. Help is here, Joan."

"That's bullshit and you know it! We're locked down. There's a curfew, there are more reports of people being attacked. I heard it on the radio!"

"Just drunks, Joan."

"No Brad! We both know that's not what's happening. We should have left town already."

Anger finally beat down the last wall he had, and it would be taken out on her. "If you want to leave, go ahead! I'm not going. My life is here. I might be able to sleep at home for once instead of at my fuckin' desk! I'm tired of this bullshit, Joan!"

"It's all bullshit, huh? Our friends are dead, Brad! They're all dead! That's not bullshit," her voice wavered. "I can't believe you sided with the prick who not only canned me, but is trying to lie about how all of your friends died!"

"It's your own fucking fault you got canned! If you hadn't been such a fuckin' idiot you'd still have a decent job!"

Her eyes were enormous at that, shoulders then squared… then predatory. A panther in the brush, she looked ready to rip him apart.

He looked ready to make a mistake as soon as she did.

The moment passed.

Joan took what dignity she still had and left.

A hand went to the pocket on his vest.

The ring went back on Joan's hand.

He couldn't bear the idea of another hand having it.

He locked the doors and made his way out the back. The alley was empty.

Uptown was the next stop. He was getting the fuck out of town by the end of the night.

She hadn't asked him to be brave.

She had asked him to survive.

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Janus’ Playlist

AHH JANUS' PLAYLIST LETS GOO

Not that anyone asked for my opinions

Okay so I'd like to start by saying that Thomas, Joan and Talyn did an amazing job on this playlist because every song fits Janus so perfectly.

Here are some of my thoughts on the songs and some interpretations I came up with or found on the internet.

Trigger Warnings - abortion. Mocking of religion.

Black Hole Sun - okay at first I was like 'wow this is really smooth and nice and the vocals are so sweet.' Then I heard the lyrics. "In disguises no one knows,

Hides the face, lies the snake". It's such a Deceit song and I imagine him dancing to it (with or without a partner).

Black Hole Sun by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox, Haley Reinhart

It Seemed That Better Way - holy heck, can I point out that this song is such a bop? Leonard Cohen has such a soothing voice and it reminds me of Patrick Page (aha Hadestown) and if Janus wasn't played by Thomas, I could imagine this as his voice. The song is about not knowing what the truth is and what to believe, and has religious meanings which could be countering Patton and his Catholic beliefs.

It Seemed The Better Way by Leonard Cohen

Anywhere - I feel like Patton would hate this because the first line is "It's a beautiful world if you've been lied to by parents and priests". Anywhere describes how the world isn't a beautiful as it may seem, and that people lie to make you see it.

Anywhere by The Scarring Party

Talking At The Same Time - it is immediately dark and that everything seems fake and a... Lie. A lot of Deceit's songs are about the truth or that everything is a lie and I have to give massive kudos to Thomas, Joan and Talyn because they did an excellent job portraying Janus through his music taste. The song describes how everyone talks at the same time, and what I interpret that as is that everyone says the same thing over and over. It's hard to explain so I'll let you make your own interpretations of it.

Talking At The Same Time by Tom Waits

all the good girls go to hell - I'm not going to lie (ha) but I don't like Billie Eyelash, but I'll see past the artist. My first thought when I saw the song without hearing it is that it's a good choice and Janus probably loves Billie Eilish. Spotify has meanings of songs so I'm going to go off there: "This song is in the perspective of the Devil / no matter how good you are, desperate measures will eventually break you / turn you into bad." I feel like Deceit would sing this around the house. This song is twisting Christian symbolism and the lyrics can be interpreted as Eilish praising people who go to hell as it's better than being morally good. (Also, just switch Peter with Patton)

all the bad girls go to hell by Billie Eilish

Denial - KDJIEKAKSNDENIAL? In Putting Others First, Janus is referred to as Denial and now this song? Everyone start clapping for Thomas and his team. Anyway, the song discusses themes of conflict within a relationship, and the denial and insecurity of being in a relationship near it’s end (source: Genius). Also, Roceit vibes?

Denial by The Vaccines

Trust In Me - first of all, heck yeah! I predicted this song to be on his playlist because it's a slimy snake song from Disney? Hello this is Thomas? I think it's a great song and Johansson's voice is angelic. Kaa is manipulating and hypnotizing Mowgli, and if Deceit could do the same you can bet your bottom dollar he would sing this. We love our not-evil snake boi.

Trust In Me by Scarlett Johansson

Razzle Dazzle - Janus singing this with Roman? Yes please? Okay so I get that this is a villian song, and I love that, but imagine Deceit in a shiny sequenced dress? I also haven't seen Chicago yet so I'm going off what I've heard - this song describes how it is too easy to put on a show and make the audience happy. Basically, acting is just professional lying. The line "Though you are stiffer than a girder they'll let you get away with murder" is so clever (no spoilers but he had it coming)

Razzle Dazzle by Richard Gere

[SLIGHT HADESTOWN SPOILERS]

When The Chips Are Down - I hecking love Hadestown so you can bet I squealed when I saw this song. This song is sung by the fates, who are portrayed at untrustworthy. The title of this song is derived from the idiom “when the chips are down”, meaning “when a very serious and difficult situation arises”. Eurydice is in potentially one of the most serious and difficult situations she could be in: her life is at stake. After Hades invites Eurydice to come with him to Hadestown, the Fates appear and encourage her to consider his offer. They tell her that she should look after herself now that she is starving and the “chips are down”. (Source: Genius). In my own words, the fates are convincing (or manipulating if you will) a poor helpless girl to put herself first and save herself. It also mentions how if you be good to get into heaven,you get a knife in the back.

Go listen to Hadestown, it's an incredible soundtrack.

When The Chips Are Down by Anaïs Mitchell, The Haden Triplets

[TW! Abortion]

Mandy Goes to Med School - okay so this song is about abortion, so we'll have to go off context. Mandy (or Amanda Palmer) has to pay for Medical School by giving abortions in an alleyway with a coat hanger, so I interpret this as having to do shady stuff to get what you want. I think him and Remus would enjoy this song together. I'd also like to note that Logan had a song by Amanda Palmer in his playlist... That isn't relevant but I wanted to note that.

Mandy Goes to Med School by The Dresden Dolls

I Put A Spell On You - 50SOG vibes? I really like this song, it has a nice rhythm and the lyrics are so creepy. This gives me vibes of Deceit cornering/pining another side/love interest because if our baby boy wants to be happy, he should. This is similar to Trust In Me because it talks about enchanting someone to get what you want. "I don't care if you don't want me, I'm yours right now." Chills. Janus singing this song would complete my life.

Also the singer calls the love interest daddy but we ain't shaming

I Put A Spell On You by Nina Simone

Evil Night Together - well the title has evil in it so... Perfect for our Evil Snake Boi. This song gives me huge Demus/Receit vibes because it's basically like "let's go on a date in the creepiest place."

What if we drank a drink in the torture chambers... Haha jk ...unless 🥺

Evil Night Together by Jill Tracy

Don't Tell Mama - another musical song? Roman would be impressed. This song is about an English singer, who's mother thinks she's in a convent (a nun), when really she's in a German s3x club. You can really tell why it would be so bad if her secret got out.

Don't Tell Mama by John Kander, Joel Grey, Jill Hawarth, Cabaret Ensemble, Harold Hastings

You're A Cad - definition of a cad: a man who behaves dishonourably, especially towards a woman... This song has a nice beat and gives me TikTok vibes, but it also gives me Moceit vibes (I say vibes too much) because the singer is saying "you're a villain, a cad, a rascal... But I'm like a fish on a hook for you and I still want you." Also, she has a sweet tooth?

You're A Cad by the bird and the bee

As Far As I Can See - all aboard the angst train, CHOO-CHOO "As far as I can see, nobody loves me. As far as I can tell, nobody loves you either" this song gives me such Roceit vibes because the meaning is pretty simple: if nobody loves Janus, then he'll take everyone down with him. I knew there would be that one song that tries to make me cry for our poor baby.

As Far As I Can See by Phantogram

Criminal - first of all, the cover is beautiful. Apple describes the song as “a description of feeling bad for getting something so easily by using your sexuality.” She also told in an interview: "One of my friends said to me, “Oh yeah, of course you aren’t writing.” So I was like, “The next time you see me, I’m gonna have a new song.” I wrote “Criminal” in 45 minutes when everyone else went to lunch because I had to have a hit. I can force myself to do the work, but only if someone is right up behind me." Which is the level of pettiness I see in Deceit and I am here for it. The context of the song is seduction and manipulation, so Janus using his sexuality to manipulate the other Sides is a cursed thought.

Criminal by Fiona Apple

Change - if any of them listened to Lana Del Rey, I sort of expected it to be Virgil. Change shows how Del Rey has matured, and I feel like it also portrays Janus' ability to adapt. "Change is a powerful thing... I'll be able to be honest..." Does this mean he's trying to change? Will we get more character development? LIGHT SIDE JANUS?

Change by Lana Del Rey

Devil In The Details - this song is about trusting the wrong person and taking advantage of something. "I am the first one I deceive if I can make myself believe the rest is easy.". More angst, yay.

Devil In The Details by Bright Eyes

Come Little Children - if you had a My Little Pony phase, you probably know this song. Come Little Children, also known as "Sarah's Theme" and "Garden of Magic," is a song sung by Sarah Sanderson in the film, Hocus Pocus to hypnotize children to lure them. Manipulation: a common theme.

Come Little Children by Erutan

Into The Unknown - I was really shocked to see this song until I realized, no, it wasn't the same iconic theme from Frozen 2. This short song is from Over The Garden Wall, a show Thomas watches but I have not. "If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?" The show plays heavily on the battle between dreams and reality (source: Genius). The way I see this, Janus is convincing the Light Sides to do something, or specifically Roman to make his dreams come true through selfish means.

Into The Unknown by The Blasting Company

This playlist is one of the best because every song had me saying “Janus would so sing this". If you have any thoughts, feel free to comment!

As always, take it easy guys gals and non-binary pals peace out

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