#i don't know if laughing GIVES you laugh lines but i assume those crinkles are where they'll eventually go

[quoththemaiden]

I love the way my eyes crinkle at the corners. I'm going to have such beautiful crow's feet when I'm older.

[xinamie]

🥟 — dumplings & dimples.

pairing: kung lao x gn! reader

summary: owning a food cart has its fun days, especially when that cute customer comes by. ♡

tags: flirting, fluff

The dumpling dealer — that's what younger customers called you. Apparently, they even spread that title amongst their peers which is why you had swarms of them waiting in line almost every other day. Xiao long bao, or soup dumplings, were the most popular! There was no secret recipe or ingredient though, you just made them with time, patience, and lots of care.

Someone seemed to disagree, however, wanting to know all your secrets. You could see the wide brim of his hat at the end of the line, most likely praying to that one benevolent lord he talked about. There was nothing to worry for as you always kept his favorite dumplings in stock. It was tradition at this point.

When he finally reached you, a grin stretched across his face as he ducked his head under the cover of your cart. His eyes immediately darted across all the steamer baskets before they settled on you, the corners crinkling in glee.

"Well, if it isn't my baobei..." He would joke every single time, the term of endearment being a play on words for the items on your menu. And without fail, he would receive an eye roll followed by that smile he grew to adore so very much.

No other words were necessary as you packed up his usual order, but of course it wasn't quiet for long.

"Don't forget the extra ch—"

"Chili oil on the side, yes, I know."

His lips curled into a satisfied expression as you poured the delicious spice into a little bag. As you twisted the plastic to secure the juice, Kung Lao couldn't help but speak up again. One of his arms leaned onto your cart, though he kept a respectable distance while you worked.

"Ready to spill your secret? Madam Bo said you told her, so why not me?"

There really was nothing special about your cooking, but the man could be pretty adamant at times. For him to keep coming to this same stall, there had to be a reason why and you just assumed it was for recipe leeching. At least, that's what he made it seem on most visits. Handing him his prepared meal, you shot him a look that he was familiar with.

"Fine, how about a date then?"

That was— certainly new. He held the bags with one hand while the other placed more than enough funds to cover his order into your money jar. A steaming hot bao was already in his mouth as he raised a brow, waiting for your answer.

"You're joking, right?"

A muffled noise escaped him, vaguely hearing a nuh uh in the middle of his snack. He then swallowed the dumpling properly, leaning forward to tap the tip of his finger against the visor you wore for food safety. A huff escaped you as you leaned back, trying to understand his motives here. All you received was a chuckle, the low tone rumbling from his chest and feeling as if it entered yours.

"Your time wouldn't be wasted, you know. Give me a chance." His words were buffed by his own secret weapon, those damned dimples, on full display just for you. It was one of his features that had always attracted you and by the look on his smug face, he knew it too.

A much more boisterous laugh came out of the man as he swiveled around, waving a dumpling in the air.

"The main fountains, tomorrow evening. Say... seven? See you then!"

He left without confirmation, a heavy sigh parting your lips as you watched his back. There wasn't much time to think about it as more customers demanded your attention.

If anyone asked, it was all the steam and pan frying that got you all heated!

☆

a/n: omfg i thought tumblr deleted my draft and i almost cried but hiii first fic! sorry if it's lame jfjeirkekdb

[roosterbruiser]

whenever you have the time, I’d love to hear more about Faye’s other pregnancies. I’m obsessed with Landslide. It’s a masterpiece!

sorry I let this sit in my drafts for so long!!! omg!!!

canonically, I'm making it so Faye really enjoys being pregnant (and good bc they have FIVE girls) because I've tortured her more than enough in the story :,)

here's a blurb I wrote about Olive:

And then, of course, there was Olive. And the house was never even close to quiet ever again. A crackling baby monitor, some battery-operated toy, hiccups, crying, giggling, abused piano keys crying unceremoniously, gleeful chattering, babbling, burping, tiny feet on the kitchen tile. Olive was always relentless--plagued with a never-ending case of hiccups, especially when she was upset--and walked through life with a certain boldness only her aunt had possessed. It took Olive a few moments to cry when she was born in that white-washed hospital room just before midnight--stubborn as she is, she only relented when her daddy touched her for the first time. She is the oldest daughter, the bravest, the boldest. Self-assured, secured in her place in this world. 

Faye's pregnancy with Joni is about as smooth as a pregnancy can get! chasing around a toddler keeps Faye on her toes, but Bradley always makes sure to spoil her rotten as soon as he gets home.

her biggest craving is giant salads. and we aren't talking flimsy little things, either. we're talking the words: cooked pasta, breadcrumbs, cabbage, butter lettuce, carrots, peppers, vinegar dressing, tomatoes, chicken, seeds, nuts, etc. Bradley would obviously start calling Faye "bunny" during this period bc of that!

after her less-than-steller experience birthing in a hospital, I think Faye would opt to give birth at home. she already knows that she can do it medication-free, but they go to lots of classes anyway! I imagine that Faye is only in labor for a few hours, just like she was with Olive. and then Joni Caroline is born late into the night on October 19th, 2023.

here's a blurb I wrote about it:

Then there was Joni--sweet Joni, endlessly quieter than Olive, but doted on relentlessly. Joni was always watching--those big, brown eyes lingering over still faces and laughing forms and moving screens and cloudy skies. But we--Bradley and I--we could always hear her. It was the humming. She hummed from--what feels like--birth. Always a low little vibration in her throat, her eyes far-away and glassy, her little lips a flat line. When Joni was born, when I pulled her from the warm water and onto my naked chest in the lowlight of the living room, she didn’t cry. Frantically, the midwives checked her airways while Bradley and I rubbed her back, cooing at her. Her airways were clear and she was breathing; she just didn’t have anything to say. 

similarly with Olive and Joni, the pregnancy is easy. she's a surprise baby, but it's a happy surprise! chasing after two toddlers does keep Faye on her toes, but they have family living close to them by the time she's pregnant with Finch!

they keep the gender a surprise, even though they both feel like it's a boy. they don't know why other than they just assume after two girls, they'd get a boy. they settle on the name Finch and don't really look for a girl name at all!

but as soon as Finch is born and is absolutely a girl, they decide that the name Finch is absolutely perfect anyway.

here's a blurb I wrote about it:

Finch came screaming into the world on the coldest day in February, roaring herself into this serious world with a very serious cry. As I laid on the bedroom floor, the plastic sheet beneath me crinkling with my every movement, she bawled and bawled and bawled. It wasn’t until I put her to my breast, only minutes after birth, that she relinquished all thoughts of upset. Finch has always been insistent--always attached to the boob when she was an infant, always begging for more of this, more of that. But as insistent as she has always been, she has been the kindest soul to ever touch this earth. She used to rush into the house in a frenzy, holding an ailing baby bunny, begging me to save it, mommy, save it! She was the resident bug collector, releasing spiders and centipedes outside safely. She would hold hands with anyone, would never leave without kissing us goodbye, and was never embarrassed to let her dad hold her on her shoulders at concerts--even when she was too big. 

Bradley and Faye have three sweet and perfect girls and decide what the Hell? why not have one more!

and then they get pregnant with twins. twin girls!

I feel like this is Faye's most complicated pregnancy. knowing that she is carrying twin girls is a genuine physical reminder of her own sister every single day. worrying about repeating the mistakes of her parents or repeating any part of her history is a major concern for her. Bradley's constantly rubbing knots out of her shoulders at the end of the day.

physically, she's dealing with more weight and less room in her womb, but she's been pregnant a few times by now and knows how it goes. pregnancy agrees with her, even if it's twins!

Bradley is more concerned about two newborns than anything else, especially since the other girls aren't very old yet!

but then they're born and they're the most perfect little souls to ever grace this earth. they complete the Ledger-Bradshaw family to a tee--complete with their big brown eyes and loud mouths.

here's a blurb I wrote about it:

Last came Opal and June. My last daughters stretched me to my breaking point, waiting until a cool June day to start my labor. It was my longest and most grueling one, which was unexpected. Twenty-three hours of me pacing around the house like a wild animal, heavy with two baby girls, twisting this way, stretching that way, standing up, kneeling, leaning, swaying. Little Opal was born first--and she was slow to emerge from me. Coming into my arms at four in the morning a tiny and pink thing, furrowing her brow at me as if I'd interrupted her quiet night. Shortly after Opal was June, who was sweeter and quieter. She was born with her eyes wide open and looking into mine--they were the eyes of my grandmother, deep blue and very intense. They have always been attached to me--attached to my hip. Despite being born in the same hour on the same day, Opal is louder than June. She is more than June in every way: more emotional, more angry, more happy, more hungry, more thirsty. Opal was my only daughter that cried when I left her at daycare for the first time. June held her hand quietly, diligently, but did not tear up. But when I returned only a few hours later, grocery bags in the backseat of the truck, June wrapped her arms around my leg and would not let me go. I sat in the car with them for a long time, the engine cut and the ice cream in the trunk melting, just petting their hair and explaining that I will always come back. Always. This is not to say that the twins love Bradley any less than they love me. And he loves them just as fiercely as he loves me, Olive, Joni, Finch. But they have always been my shadows. They were the last to stop breastfeeding, the last to stop sleeping in our bed, the last to take their training wheels of their bikes, the last to leave the house. And even now, when Opal needs comfort, she will openly weep and wail until we are cooing and patting her hair and kissing her cheeks. And even now, when June needs comfort, she will hold onto me and not let me go. They use their spare keys often.

[haikyuu-appreciation-club]

hii!! this is actually my first time requesting so I'm a little bit nervous about this. but would it be alright to ask for hcs with hinata, bokuto, and iwaizumi with an s/o who has this irrational fear of when they're walking and they don't see the person they're walking with in front of them or beside them, they (s/o) automatically assume that the person they're with left them and starts crying or pinging their phone? and when they ask they're s/o about it, they tell them that it was because when they were younger their mom always made them walk in front of her when she's in a bad mood and younger them just thought that their mom made them do this so that she could abandon them and leave them to be lost? it's totally fine if you don't want to do it! ^^

• Hinata, Bokuto, + Iwaizumi W/ a S/O Who Has a Fear of Getting Lost •

warnings: descriptions of a panic attack

genre: comfort + fluff

characters: hinata, bokuto, + iwaizumi

a/n: i’m so sorry that these are crappy, it’s been so long since i’ve written hcs 

•Hinata•

hinata was beyond excited to bring you along with him to the winter festival

not only did he get to stuff himself full of good food but he got to spend the entire night spending time with you

being as eager as he was, he picked you up early from your house and dragged your intertwined hands towards the bright lights that shone down the road

the winter festival was an extremely popular event in miyagi so it wasn’t a huge surprise that when the two of you finally arrived, it was packed with people

hinata payed the large crowd no mind, too focused on the bright lights and the smells flying through the air to care about the amount of people

you on the other hand began to grow worried, with the extreme amount of attendees the chances of getting separated from hinata were through the roof

however, you decided to push away your worries so you could just enjoy the night, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves and reaching a hand out to grip onto hinata’s sweater

but nothing but the cold night air met your fingers as they curled back into your palm

in a moment of panic your gaze swept across the crowd, eyes growing wide when you failed to spot your boyfriend

with shaky hands you fished around in your bag for your cellphone, quickly scrolling through your contacts and clicking on hinata’s name

the dial tone blared through your ears as chants of ‘please pick up’ fell from your lips

after what felt like an eternity the line connected and you could’ve swore you let go of a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding

“Y/N where’d you go? I turned around but you weren’t there. Stay put and i’ll find you, kay?”

the line cut off as quickly as it connected and you were left clutching your cellphone in the middle of the busy street

you manged to make your way to the sidewalk in your frightened state as familiar thoughts slipped into your mind

he had told you he was on his way to come find you but all your brain had registered was that hinata had left you and was never coming back

it wasn’t until you felt a warm hand on your shoulder that you were ripped from those thoughts

your glossy eyes moved from the cracked pavement to the bright grin that was spread across hinata’s face

“There you are! Sorry, i should’ve made sure you with me-”

he stopped his train of thought when he noticed the hurt painted across your face

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“T-Thought you left me.”

his heart broke at those words as he slid down next to you and pulled you into a tight embrace

“I’m super sorry Y/N. I promise i’d never leave you on purpose. You mean so much to me and there’s no where else i’d rather be then right here with you.”

a sigh of contentment left your lips as you leaned into his touch, knowing he meant every word

“It’s okay Sho, i’m just glad you’re here now”

he beamed at you as he moved to stand up, extending a hand towards you

“Yup, and now that i am we can go have fun!”

the two of you spent the rest of the night laughing and smiling with one another, hand in hand as you stuck by each other’s side

•Bokuto•

bokuto was so excited to take you along to watch your first in-person pro-volleyball game

of course you’d attend his games before but this was the first time you’d be able to see a professional game from somewhere other than his living room television

you were pretty fired up too, growing to love the sport just as much as bokuto did during your relationship with him

the two of you walked into the stadium hand in hand, bokuto rambling in excitement as his eyes trailed across the environment

you followed his gaze, looking about the huge structure around you and the many people that wandered throughout it

you knew professional games were obviously popular but you didn’t expect it to be so crowded

you were growing nervous, subconsciously squeezing bokuto’s hand out of habit as your sight shifted from one person to the next

bokuto’s eyes wandered to you due to the increased amount of pressure youd applied to his hand, wondering what had you so fidgety

“What’s wrong Y/N? Something bothering you? Oh, do you have to go to the bathroom? I’ll show you where it is!”

before you could protest, you were being dragged towards the direction of the restroom

it’s not as if you could turn down bokuto’s offer after he gave you such a confident smile at the door to the bathroom, so you gave him a quick hug and walked in

it was much more peaceful behind the closed doors, the soft music drowning out the anxiety that had previously overwhelmed you

after spending a believable amount of time in the restroom you turned to examine your appearance in the mirror once more before stepping outside

your gaze imminently wandered to the place where your boyfriend had stood prior

only to find that he was no longer there

your eyes quickly darted around the area, head turning almost painfully fast in attempts to scout out bokuto, but it was no use

your chest began to tighten as your breath picked up in pace

you felt light headed, dizzy, and so incredibly lonely

why did he have to leave you here? where could he have gone?

you stumbled, attempting to grip the wall to steady yourself but you missed

before your head met the floor you heard the crinkle of wrapping as a large hand gripped at your arm

you sank to the floor with the figure before you were wrapped in a comforting hug

“Y/N, it’s okay, i’m here. Just try and breathe for me, okay? Look, you can listen to my heartbeat too!”

your head was lightly pushed up against bokuto’s chest as his heartbeat filled your ears

slowly, your breath began to match the soothing sound as you came down from your breakdown

once your breathing had returned to normal bokuto pulled you away from his grasp and gave you a frown, hair falling with it

your eyes wandered around and moved from the sad boy in front of you to the snacks spread across the floor behind him

“I’m sorry Y/N, i just went to grab us snacks. I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I love you a whole bunch and i promise i’d never leave you all by yourself like that.”

your shaky hand moved to cup bokuto cheek as you gave him a soft smile

“It’s okay Ko, you’re here now and that’s all that matters. Now let’s go watch that game, kay?”

his grin returned as he pulled you into another hug

“Sounds good to me.”

The two of you made your way to the stands with snacks in hand and spent the rest of the day in each other’s company

•Iwaizumi•

you and iwaizumi decided to spend your sunday afternoon window shopping in the plaza near his home

both of you had things to purchase so it made the most sense to kill two birds with one stone and spend time with one another as you found what you needed to

your dates together were always like this, never too fancy but always giving you the opportunity to spend time with one another, which was more than enough for the both of you

the two of you walked side by side down the sidewalk, chatting and peering through windows at different merchandise on display

normally it wasn’t too packed when you came to visit the shopping center but it was the weekend after all and pretty close to a holiday so it was a lot more packed than usual

however, you decided to pay it no mind today, way too focused on that adorable bag you spotted in a bouquet the two of you had just passed to worry about something like a crowd

you turned to tap iwaizumi on the shoulder so you could drag him to the shop, only to realize he wasn’t next to you like he had been prior

in fact, as your gaze wandered about the crowd you found that he was nowhere in sight

imminently, panic began to set in as tears pricked your eyes

he was gone and you had no idea where he could be in this sea of people

and although this wasn’t intentional on iwaizumi’s part, your brain told you that maybe he wanted to leave you stranded on the busy streets

your sniffles turned into quiet sobs as you cried into your hands, eyes still trying to find your boyfriend through blurry vision

swiping at your tears didn’t help your search either as muffled hiccups began to escaped your lips

you were about to completely give up and breakdown when you heard your name being called out somewhere in the crowds of people

eyes widened as you began frantically looking around for the source of the familiar voice and soon enough you spotted iwaizumi running towards you, a concerned look on his face

you sprinted towards him, sobs still wracking your body as you arms found their way around his torso, burying your face into his broad chest

he returned the embrace, holding you tightly as he felt your hot tears wet his grey t-shirt

“It’s okay Y/N, i’m right here. I’m so sorry, i’m not going anywhere i promise. I love you so much and id never leave you like that.”

after some time your sobs returned to mere sniffles in iwaizumi’s grasp

you felt safe and content knowing that your boyfriend was in arms reach once more

once you’d calmed down, the two of you continued your shopping, iwaizumi holding your hand just a little bit tighter this time around

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

[k-p-p-d]

Still Your Best

Word Count: 1094 Warnings: Nothing much, a little angsty and borderline toxic. A/N: Back again with my favorite toxic boy. Do I think Park Jinyoung is a toxic person, no but I don't know him. Do I think he could possibly have a propensity for toxicity? Of course, I assume the worst about everyone, duh. Anywho this could technically, might be a continuation/same wavelength of Like I Want You. I might keep him my toxic boy, idk yet.

“Heard you got a new man.”

You rolled your eyes at the sound of his voice.  Your back going rigid as you sat straighter–taller–and holding your head higher, regal like the Queen you were, while you kept your eyes on the people dancing across the room.  It was almost Pavlovian, the feel of his presence, his voice or the sight of him making you feel more and less than all at once.  It was the best and worst relationship you had had to date.

Toxic as Joker and Harley but damn it if he wasn’t just so god damn addicting.

“Was I supposed to wait for you to remember I exist?  Sounds sad and pathetic,” Jinyoung gasped sarcastically at your words.  The words he himself used when you told him his love was bad for you.  Those words that were spoken never left him, they were the truth though and he knew that.  He didn’t think you would move on easily though.  How could you not want him back.  Jinyoung leaned against the back of your booth, his cologne wrapping itself around you.  He smelled sweet but warm, spicy yet a touch of floral.  He smelled like sex should, that beautiful blend of masculine and feminine perfectly married together on skin.  You could smell notes of peach and cognac on him, he had sprayed it within the past couple of hours.

“To what do I owe the pleasure Park Jinyoung?  As you can see, I’m out with coworkers and I really don’t need you causing any issues for me tonight.”  You picked up your drink, some overly sweet and fruity concoction the girls had ordered for the table.  Without looking you could sense the smirk on those full lips, no doubt preparing to speak something demeaning.

“It’s almost disrespectful,” he started before straightening to his full height and walking around the booth.  Once he was within your line of sight you tried to cover the slight hitch in your breath.  He looked good and he knew it, that was part of the problem.  And  you would be damned if you gave him the satisfaction of garnering a reaction from you.  His dark hair, longer now and graced with the slightest chestnut brown highlights.  His stylist was blessed, the coloring almost perfectly natural, it complimented his sun kissed skin magnificently.  Son of a bitch looked GOOD and the outfit was simple but perfect, of course.  Tight black tee shirt under an ink black leather jacket and pants so tight they might as well be painted on.

He slid into the booth next to you, long arm resting around your shoulders, never touching but close enough to feel the heat of his body.  “This new guy, it’s disrespectful to me.”  You turned to him at that, ready to start up when you saw the smirk on his lips.  Taking a deep breath you turned away from him again.  “That’s a downgrade and you know it.”

You laughed at that.  “Here I thought there was nothing lower than you.”  Taking another sip of your drink you let him stew in the silence, he always hated that.  The silence is deafening, no matter how loud the club you sat in was, your silence to him was greater.

“Just let me know baby.”  He lifted the bourbon to his lips as you turned to him, the question evident in your arched brow.  “When you wanna come back.”  His eyes crinkled as he smiled, the tumbler sitting on his lip before he downed the rest of his drink.  You’re meant to take it slow, savor it.  He can still hear your voice the first time he tried the drink with you.

His ego was bruised.  He can admit it, he was man enough for that.

“I can lay you on your back, do that thing you like, just like that.  I know you missed the way I used to grab you,” he closed the distance between you as his arm wrapped fully around you.  Rough fingers ran across your upper arm while the warm supple leather of his arm groaned as it rubbed against the booth.  “Your body knows me.  I’m still your best,” his lip caught against your bare shoulder as he spoke before leaving a wet kiss on the goosebumps he left behind.

“I hope you know,” you turned quickly, forcing him to back away or crash together.  “I hate you and I hate me for giving you enough thought to hate you.  I loved you and you couldn’t see that and accept it.”

“Love it or hate it, I’m the one that got away.  You want me back, go ahead and say it.  Baby, it’s okay.”  He placed two fingers under your chin, his head tilting slightly as if he was going to kiss you.  Goddess, you missed those lips but you made no move toward him.  You just stared at him as he studied your face deciding if he would finally destroy you with those next words.

“I don’t want your heart, maybe once before.  I don’t want you back.  You say my love is bad so you let me go but my love is more, just want to let you know.”  Jinyoung held eye contact as he watched the last flame of love you held for him extinguish.  He saw the tear form in your eyes, he promised to never make you cry like this and here he was.

Another promise broken.

He placed a chaste to the corner of your mouth before turning from you for what he prayed to be the last time.  He made his way back to the bar where Jackson sat waiting for him.

“You good?”  Jackson saw the sorrow and anguish on the faces of two of his best friends and didn’t know what to do with himself.  He saw you two through the highs and the lows and secretly he hoped you two would someday make it work.  He thought this was stupid, this was idiotic as hell.  Jinyoung made up his mind and once he had no one could talk him out of it.  He wanted to release you from him and the only way he thought to do that was to completely destroy any feelings you may harbor for him.

“Yeah man, just needed to set her straight.”  Jinyoung put on a fake smile and signaled the bartender, he needed the strongest thing behind the bar and wanted them to pour it until he forgets about what he just did to the love of his life.

[wreckofawriter]

Pencil Sketches

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader

Warnings: Ummm none fluffy

Word Count: 2,738

Summary: You start receiving sketches of yourself and find out who the artist is in a very surprising way.

A/n: Hi this is my first Cedric fic. I dont exactly love it buuuut whatever.

You remember when it all started. It was four months ago. You had just had a particularly hard day, you were late to Charms and got 5 points taken from your house, you spilled ink all over your positions essay, you got pumpkin juice on your blouse and forgot about a very difficult quiz in DADA. You were heading to the back of the library to choose a book when something fell out of the large amounts of papers you were holding. You groaned bending down to pick it up as you did you glance at the contents of the page and your heart stopped.

It took you only a second to figure out what was on the paper. It was you. You were glaring down at a notebook, your eyes appearing to shine as you clutched a quill in your right hand. Your hair hanging in front of your frustrated face, your lips drawn into a thin line. It was the best drawing you had ever seen, for a second you thought it was a photograph. But it was a drawing, a drawing of you, a drawing of you that looked so realistic it almost scared you. The pencil marks were flowing yet sharp, shading was done in just the right places to give your face depth. It was like looking in a black and white mirror.

    You stood in the middle of the hallway for what must have been a good five minutes just staring at the photo in amazement. You then realized what you were doing and continued to the library.

From there the drawings became a normal part of your life. You would usually receive five to six a week in your bag, waiting at your desk or even in your dorm room. You had no idea how they managed to swing that. Each one was more beautiful than the last and you swear that they made you look much prettier in the drawing than you really were. Most were done in pencil a few in quill and one in charcoal. Each one seemed to be a different mood, sometimes you would be scowling, sometimes smirking, sometimes smiling and one was even of you with your head down on a desk your eyes closed and your hair hanging in your face. The ones you received the most were ones of you laughing. Your lips split open in a smile and your eyes crinkled or just shut altogether.

Many times you had tried to find the artist who had drawn you without luck. They never left any notes or indications and it made it extremely difficult to find the culprit. You wished for nothing more than to meet and thank the person who had brought so much happiness into your life with their artwork. But they never revealed themselves even after four months, nothing. You began to worry, what if they never revealed themselves? It was your last year after all, you would be leaving in a few months. Eventually, you stopped looking and simply hoped they would reveal themselves.

“Ms. Y/l/n,” McGonagall called to you.

“Yes, Professor?” You asked your arms full of books as you made your way back to your common room.

“Could you please follow me? I have something we need to discuss.” She clipped, beckoning for you to follow her.

Your eyebrows scrunched together in momentary confusion before following the orders you had been given.

As you followed McGonagall through the castle you wracked your brain for what you could have possibly done wrong. Did they think you cheated on an exam? Did they find your stash of food in your dorm? Surely that wasn't that big of a deal. Then you remembered the bottle of firewhiskey under your bed and fear rose in your throat. What if they expelled you? What would you do? Your heart pounding you were lead into a room expecting all of hell to rain upon you, but when it opened you were greeted by Dumbledore's warm smile.

“Ahh Y/n, looks as if the last of you have arrived.”

You glanced around the room and easily recognized two-thirds of the famous fourth-year trio and a young girl you didn't recognize.

McGonagall went to talk to Dumbledore as you made your way over to Ron and Hermione.

“Umm do you guys know what going on?” You asked as you approached them.

“Not a clue,” Hermione responded with as she glanced around the room as if looking for clues on their current situation.

“Are we in trouble or something?” You inquired.

Ron snorted, “As if Hermione would ever get in trouble.” he jeered earning a glare from the bushy-haired girl.

“I think it has something to do with the next task.” Hermione guessed.

“Then why am I here?” you wondered.

Hermione opened her mouth to answer but she was cut off by Dumbledore.

“I assume all of you are wondering what is happening, well as Mrs. Granger pointed out it does have something to do with the task tomorrow.”

Everyone else seemed very excited you, on the other hand, were very confused, what did the next task have to do with you?

“Tomorrow morning your friends are going to have to rescue something of great importance to them from the bottom of the black lake. You, my friends, are those things.”

Hermione gasped. Ron raised both his eyebrows and the girl seemed a bit frightened.

“You will be put under a spell and not remember a thing until you break the surface again. I promise all of you will be fine. So if you could just take som-”

“Umm excuse me?” You asked cutting off your professor, “Why am I here?” His eyebrows raised in confusion. “I mean I get the whole rescuing someone that is important to them thing, I mean Hermione for Krum.” Hermione flashed red and Ron rolled his eyes. “Ron for Harry and I guessing she's Fleur’s little sister or something?” You said gesturing to the young girl, “I just don't get why I'm here.”

Now Dumbledore's face was filled with amusement, a small smile on his lips. “You don't know?” he asked.

“Know what?”

He started to laugh, “For such a bright girl I expected you had already found out.”

You were beginning to feel stupid, “Found out what?”

“Have you been receiving drawings for the past few months?” He mused glancing at Mcgonagall who also seemed amused.

“Y-yeah, wait how do you know about those?”

“It's impossible to miss,” Mcgonagall said sweetly, “Cedric is constantly pouring over as sketchbook in his classes, particularly the ones you are in, Ms. Y/l/n.”

You heard Hermione let out a giggle as your face flashed a brilliant red. Your head was spinning. Cedric was the one who was giving those to you? The golden boy of Hogwarts was spending his time sketching you?

“Cedric is the one drawing me?” You managed to get from your mouth, the sentence came out squeaker than you would have liked but at least you managed it.

“Yes Y/n, I'm quite surprised you hadn't noticed the boys admiration in you.” Dumbledore smiled as your eyes got impossibly bigger and your stomach began to fill with butterflies. “Now we don't want to waste much more time." He sighed, “Take some of this, it will put you straight to sleep, although I must warn you it tastes terrible.” He passed each of you a bottle full of a deep purple liquid.

You downed it quickly and almost immediately your world grew dark.

Cedric had grown exceedingly nervous as he stood on the docks in the middle of the lake. While the others around him seemed to be scared of what lurked in the dark of the lake he was concerned at where you were. He hadn’t seen you at breakfast, where he was planning to slip his newest drawing into your bag and now he couldn't find you here either. What if you were sick? Where you ok? Had you gotten hurt? He silently shamed himself for caring so much for a person who didn't even know he existed but he couldn't help it. He had tried to stop caring about you, but fate seemed to work against him as all he could do was see you no matter where he looked. It was as if you had been placed behind a glass case in a bakery, with a price tag much too high. So all he could do was look and wonder how your lips would taste against his own.

Finally, he gave up looking for you and looked at the challenge ahead of him. If you weren't here he wanted to make sure you heard from everyone else how he had won. Determination took over his features, he had a plan and he just hoped the others were less prepared than he. Just then the horn was blown and he dove into the water quickly casting a bubble charm around his head and begging to swim into the depths of the lake. He quickly located the singing he remembered form the terrible egg he had gotten and swum toward it. He almost choked when he saw what was waiting for him. You. Your ankles were tied with rope and your beautiful y/e/c eyes resting closed as your y/h/c hair floating in the water. The others tied around you suddenly meant nothing as he stared at you. He thought you resembled an angel floating in the water, all you were missing were wings. He then remembered he was in composition and swam towards you at a quickened rate. He thought for a minute, inspecting the rope holding you before muttering a spell. As the bounds broke he snatched you and began to swim upwards. He then saw Harry come into view, he nodded at him and continued upward.

Your eyes popped open and you found yourself gasping for air as you coughed up water. The first thing you noticed was how cold you were, everything thing was cold except an arm swimming you towards the dock. You looked up to see Cedric dragging you towards the dock his face full of worry. He glanced over at you and smiled and blushed.

“Are you alright?” He asked over the cheering of the crowd. You nodded still coughing.

When you reached the ladder you were helped up and quickly wrapped in a wool blanket as you continued coughing tiring to get the water out of your system, finally you were able to intake air and breathe normally and you saw that you were on a dock in the middle of the lake but you could hardly see anything over the crowd of people swarming you, well more swarming Cedric. You then realized that Cedric had his arm securely wrapped around you as he maneuvered you through the crowds and your face flushed red. Cedric led you to an empty bench overlooking the lake on the platform getting congratulated all the way. When you sat down he pulled you close to him in attempts to warm your shivering your form. You instantly leaned into his warm body, looking up at him to meet his grey eyes. He blushed bright red and looked away from you. Just then the crowd erupted into cheers and you looked up to see Krum emerge, Hermione, gasping for breath as she appeared to shriek a bit at his shark head before he quickly changed back.

    “I hope Harry’s alright.” You murmured as you peered into the water.

    “I'm sure he's fine, I saw him when I was getting you.” Cedric blushed a bit when he mentioned you.

    “Did you see Krum?”

    “Uhh no, I didn't,” Cedric answered.

    “Why is he up here before him?” You questioned worriedly, your eyes scanned for the young boy in the water. You didn't know Harry well but you wished for no harm to come to him.

    “I don't know.” Cedric seemed just as confused as you.

    You both waited for Harry to show up as the minutes ticked down. Then suddenly you gasped. In all the excitement you had completely forgotten that Cedric was revealed as the mysterious artist.

    “What is it?” The grey-eyed boy asked you.

    You turned and looked at him. There was no denying that he was absolutely stunning. He was beyond handsome with his sharp features and kind eyes. You saw him blush a bit as you took in his profile, which only made him more attractive. But not only was he gorgeous he was amazingly kind, talented and smart. You opened your mouth to confess your knowledge on the portraits he had drawn of you. But you were interrupted by shouting and yelling and you both turned away from each other to see Harry emerging from the water, with not only Ron, but the young blonde haired girl as well. You sighed in relief and looked back at Cedric who was already staring at you. He blushed for the 1000th time when you met his grey orbs and looked away again. Then he turned back to look at you with something new in his eyes, determination.

    “Hey Y/n I need to tell you something.” He said his voice a bit louder than it had been before.

    “Sure what's up?” You asked.

    “You probably have already realized this but clearly you mean a lot to me, I mean with the whole rescuing you think that was probably obvious but umm,” He paused then continued, “Imtheonewhosebeengivingyouthedrawings” He said quickly his face burning a deep shade of crimson.

    If you had not already known what he was going to say you would have been thoroughly confused, but because of your recent discoverings, you had managed to gather about what he said.

    “I know.” You answered simply.

    “Oh ok- wait, WHAT?” He said his eyes wide his face getting impossibly redder.

    You giggled rolling your eyes playfully.

“For how long?” he gasped.

“Umm, it's almost noon so about, I'll say 14 hours?” You guessed.

He blinked rapidly then smacked his forehead with his hand. “Of course you know, they probably told you before they put you in the lake.” He said clearly feeling very stupid.

“They're amazing by the way.” You complemented, “Although I'm pretty sure you make me look much better in the drawings than I am in person.” You giggled.

He looked at you and scoffed, “Are you kidding.” He murmured running his thumb along your jawline. “The most talented artist in the world couldn’t do your beauty justice.”

You flashed a deep red as you felt your stomach erupt with butterflies once more. You bit your lip, the exact place his eyes lingered.

He leaned in millimeters from your lips, “May I kiss you?” He asked his lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

You simply closed the space between the two of you in an answer. His lips were warm against your cool ones and your hands found your way to his damp hair. The kiss was sweet and passionate, his lips moved slowly against your own making you swoon. As you pulled away you were for the second time in the past hour gasping for air.

“I have something for you.” He whispered turning to grab a bag next to him. He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to you.

You couldn't help the small smile on your face as he looked at his newest drawing. You had your head thrown back your eyes closed and a smile wide on your face, it was clear you were laughing.

“I always loved drawing you laughing.” He said shyly.

“I still don't understand how you are so good.” You said in amazement.

“Thanks.” He blushed

“No, thank you. Thank you so much for all of these. They made my day so much better.” You said, “Just looking at them made me happy.”

    Now as you looked at them you felt your world fall apart. Sobs wrecked your body as you stared at the drawings you had saved. You couldn't think, your head throbbed and you felt like you were falling into a deep dark pit but you could never hit the bottom. Your tears soaked the picture of you with your head thrown back in laughter and you were sure you would never laugh again.

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It's okay if you don't want to but if you do could you do that question thingy you did about Maxiel but about Este/Lance 🥺 Ily💕

this took a little longer than expected because i accidentally forgot to save the draft at 20 questions answered and had to redo it but the answers are practically the same!! i hope you like this!! ily 🥺💗

1) who is the most affectionate?

physically affectionate? it’s without a doubt este, he is constantly reaching out for lance and even if it’s just a small touch like his hand on lance’s back - he has to have something, he’s very big on and he loves having lance in his arms. lance is equally as affectionate but different to este, lance tends to show his affection through always making sure there’s time in his schedule for este, giving him signs that he’s listening to what este is saying and eye contact is something he tries keep when they’re talking.

2) big spoon/little spoon?

they both try to be the little spoon... i accept no criticism on this. they usually try and take it in turns every night but once they’re in bed - it’s a case of trying to outstubborn the other until one of them gives in and is the big spoon.

3) most common argument?

i feel like they don’t argue all that much, they probably have one major argument a year and even that seems like it’s pushing it. needless to say that doesn’t mean that they don’t inadvertently upset each other but instead of blowing up and yelling - they’re the type to talk it out calmly even if it’s a stuttered conversation that could take hours to fix. (i’m convinced este is a big fan of the silent treatment though).

4) favourite non-sexual activity?

anything food related! idk, i just see it and i see them cooking together, going out to eat together and also trying (being the key word) to bake and cook at ungodly hours when they can’t sleep and it’s 1am. they might end up with more ingredients over them than in what they’re making but it’s so much fun for them and something they try and find time for on days they can be together.

5) who is most likely to carry the other?

they’re pretty much the same height but i feel like lance is the type to sneak up behind este and hug him and lift him up... it’s not exactly carrying but este’s feet aren’t on the ground so it works. i feel like este would be the one to carry lance to bed if he falls asleep on the couch - of course he wouldn’t get far because lance would wake up in the process but este tries.

6) what is their favourite feature of their partner’s?

este loves loves loves loves lance’s hair - it’s so soft and fluffy and he doesn’t need a reason to run his fingers through lance’s hair. he especially loves it when he can run his fingers through his hair when lance’s head is in his lap and they’re watching tv. lance adores este’s smile and he always wants to see it and makes dumb jokes and terrible puns to try and get to see it more often (it doesn’t take much because este automatically smiles whenever he’s with lance), he especially loves it when este’s eyes crinkle as he does.

7) what’s the first thing that changes when they realise they have feelings for the other?

a whole lot of gay panic! i’m only half kidding - they definitely panic because realising you have feelings for someone can stress you out but realising you have feelings for your best friend - it definitely makes things awkward and tense between them yet neither of them realise why the other is so tense around them. just a couple of dumb gays in love!

8) nicknames and if so, how did they originate?

i feel like they both steer well clear of your common “babe” and “baby” and mostly use “love” or “darling” when talking to each other and it originates from when they were back in the stage of first dating and still in the “this is so awkward. what do i say? what’s gonna happen” stage and este is like “are you okay, love?” and here we go, nickname stuck.

9) who worries the most?

lance! lance hates to admit it but he’s constantly worrying in the back of his mind that he doesn’t deserve his seat, that he’s not good enough to be in f1 and as much as he knows that he is good enough... it doesn’t stop the thoughts gnawing at him every now and then.

10) who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

este! he always tries and remembers what lance has told him even if lance doesn’t think it’s anything particularly important, and it surprises lance when este just tells him stuff about him that he might have forgotten.

11) who tops?

lance. este. lance. este. idk, something is pulling me towards lance so let’s go with that.

12) who initiates kisses?

este! it’s the physical affection that he craves, he loves being able to reach out for lance and just be able to kiss him whenever he can and he loves feeling lance smiling against his lips too!

13) who reaches for the other’s hand first?

again... este... i just see him as very physically affectionate so whenever he gets the chance to just touch lance... in whatever way, he takes it and even though it’s super cheesy - he points out that their hands fit together like puzzle pieces. (it’s cheesy yes but lance thinks este could get away with saying super cheesy stuff with that accent).

14) who kisses the hardest?

este. sometimes he struggles saying words coherently out loud so whenever he can use actions over words he does. he’s a guy who loves his boyfriend and wants to show it and sometimes putting all that passion and love into a kiss works better than words ever could.

15) who wakes up first?

lance! lance tries to relish the time they have together and wakes up early and even if este stays asleep for a little while longer - just being awake to savour those moments of calm before the world hasn’t woken up yet, it makes it worth it.

16) who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

este... he’s very big into the idea of if he has nowhere to be then staying in bed under blankets with his favourite person is the ideal way to spend it. he’s also the person who mumbles five more minutes when lance tries to get him up and out of bed.

17) who says I love you first?

este says the words out loud first but lance is the one who tries to say it first but ends up fumbling over his words. este takes a shot in the dark and assumes that’s what lance is trying to say and says it.

18) who leaves little notes in the other’s lunch (bonus, what does it say?)

lance! oh gosh, lance wouldn’t leave sappy written notes but i feel like he’d do drawings of either them or whatever random thing he’s thinking of at that time. it’ll be sketched quickly and maybe coloured a little messily but it’ll bring a smile to este’s face when he pulls out one of those little post-it notes and it’s something he looks forward to.

19) who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

lance! mainly to get it over and done with. it’s not that he anticipates his family reacting badly but it’s just not that big of a deal with him and he doesn’t see the point in dragging it out for so long.

20) what do their family/friends think of their relationship?

their family and friends are really supportive, can see that there’s a lot of love between them and are very “if he makes you happy then it makes us happy.”

21) who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

este... he’s the type to pick a song and just pull lance into dancing without giving him a choice in the matter and lance would try to resist but este just keeps dancing around him until he gives in.

22) who cooks more/who is the better at cooking?

este... is the better cook... but that doesn’t mean he’s outstanding and his cooking skill goes down immediately when he’s cooking with lance because of how distracted they both get. the kitchen looks like a disaster site when they’re finished but as long as the food tastes good (spoiler: sometimes it really really doesn’t).

23) who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

lance has this one in the bag. he’s got an abundance that he’s kept from his early teenage years and uses them on este whenever the opportunity presents itself (or doesn’t, he just throws them out there). he never stops treating este like they’re still in that just starting to date stage.

24) who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

este? idk, i feel like lance’s ability to not turn red or laugh is not very high and it makes it really easy to get him flustered or make him laugh when he really shouldn’t be... as soon as este figures this out - he uses it to his advantage.

25) who needs more assurance?

lance needs it more, he’s still young so things that mightn’t get to him in a few years time still manage to drag him down so este is always there with open arms and reassuring words, whispered words of promise that whatever is going on - he’ll get through it. they’ll get through it.

26) what would be their theme song?

maybe it’s because i was just listening to it but wherever you are - kodaline comes to mind, the lyrics seem to fit them as i see them together.

27) who would sing their child back to sleep?

este! oh gosh, he’s a sucker for their kid and he’s so soft and would be the one slowly walking around the nursery with a little baby in his arms as he sings lullabies... yes.

28) what do they do when they’re away from each other?

think about each other. also, i can see them being big into taking pictures of what they’re doing or where they are - they can be pictures of nothing important but they send like 3/4 an hour and it’s like the other person is with them.

29) one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart?

the uncertainty. not the uncertainty of them as a couple but of the sport. the heartache that comes with them not being on the grid together, how one can be so happy for the other but also how much it kills them to not be there too.

30) one headcanon about this OTP that mends it?

they have each other. like 29, even though there’s so much uncertainty as long as they have each other - they’re sure that they can get through whatever is thrown at them. they can always rely on each other and they’re who the other turns to when things get rough.