#i was already borrowing the suit and now im here

[pbnmj]

the itsv felicia that i totally made up in my mind continues to completely run my life and what i draw <3 i think her and ripeter should be besties actually :)

[gh0stsp1d3r]

new to your blog and i have to say every fic is just 🤌🏼 chefs kiss lmao

have a little request !

jj maybank x kook!reader where they’re in a secret relationship and he goes to midsummers with her 🫢

ahhh! welcome!! im so so glad you like my stuff (: <3 i love this request so much

ℳ𝒾𝒹𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂ℯ𝓇𝓈

Masterlist

Your mom swirled the glass in her hand as she laughed with a coworker. She had hosted a dinner party, for all her work friends, and you were hating everything about your life right now.

You internally groaned when one of her coworkers turned to you and began to talk.

“So, uh, y/n, who are you planning on going to midsummers with?” One of them said, flashing a smile at you from across the table.

“Uh, no one… right now.” You lied, giving them a small smile.

“Oh, well, isn’t that perfect? My son- actually doesn’t have a date yet, and me and your mom were just talking about how cute you two would be together! Maybe you’d wanna… meet him?”

Your face fell, but you just gave her a false smile, picking at your food with your fork as you gave her a small nod.

“Wonderful!” She exclaimed, making you bite back a remark and stand up.

“Where are you going?” Your mom asked with a furrowed brow.

“I’m gonna eat in my room. I’m not feeling good.” You told her, picking up the plate and practically running to your room.

You put the plate on your bed, shutting the door and grabbing your phone, immediately opening up JJs contact.

“How would you like to go to midsummers with me?” You asked him, watching the three dots pop up quickly.

“Thought you said that your mom wouldn’t like it.”

You thought about your response for a moment. “I don’t care, Pleaseeeeee?”

“You know damn well I wouldn’t say no to you”

You smiled at that, sighing in relief as you leaned back in your bed and held your phone.

“I know, see you tmr? We can go get you a suit or you can borrow one of my brothers.”

“Sure, and I’ll just borrow your brothers”

“I think I’m gonna go to sleep, goodnight jj.”

“goodnight” he told you, putting his phone down and looking up at the ceiling.

“Who the hells got you smiling like that?” John B asked from the doorway, abruptly stopping.

“Jesus Chr- can’t just sneak up on me like that, dude!” Jj jumped, hiding his phone away as he spoke. John B snickered, laughing as he walked away.

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The day of Midsummers, JJ stood at your door, rapping on the door with his headphones hung around his neck, hair disheveled and face surprisingly shaved clean.

He looked around the patio, picking up some decorations he saw, and smiling when he saw a little stone with your name written on it, something you did when you were younger.

“Oh, Jake, she’s just been-“ your mom opened the door, starting to talk before she looked up to see not Jake, but JJ.

Her eyebrows furrowed, and she was taken aback at the boy.

“Hello, ma’am.” He said, putting the stone down and looking at your mom. “Is she here?”

She looked him up and down, a slight disgusted look visible. “Sorry, I think you have the wron-“

“JJ!” You shouted, smiling as you stepped down the stairs. His eyes widened at the sight of you, he swears he could feel his heart beating out of its chest.

You smiled and hugged him, pushing your mom and wrapping your arms around him. He smiled, closing his eyes and hugging you back, leaving light kisses on your neck.

“You look…” he started when he pulled away. “Breathtaking.” He spoke, his words making you beam.

“What a romantic.” You teased him. “You look great! I told you it would look good on you, jayj!” You said, putting your hands on his suit jacket and fixing it.

“Thanks. You ready?” He asked you, you nodded and began to turn before your mom spoke up.

“Wait, you’re going to midsummers… with him?” Your mom interrupted the moment, making both of you look at her now.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Yeah. Is that okay?”

“It’s… what about Jake?”

“I told Jake that he was a nice guy but I already have a boyfriend.” You shrugged.

She was stunned at this information, her beloved, sweet, daughter was dating a dirty pogue. At least that’s how she saw it.

“It was nice meeting you, Ms. L/n.” He called out as you both turned around, a smug smile on his face as he looked at you.

You sighed, shaking your head. “I’m fucking grounded after this. I know it.”

At the actual party, everyone seemed shocked to see you all glammed up, but with a pogue boy hanging on your arm the whole time.

The two of you seemed like opposites, your pink dress flowed around the floor, while he had a baseball cap on, looking like he threw the suit on two minutes before he came. He pretty much did.

“You okay, Jayj?” You asked him quietly when you both sat down.

“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

You looked around, everyone judging him loudly and quietly. You frowned and turned back to him.

“Everyone’s looking. I can understand if-“

“Let them.” He shrugged it off. “I don’t give a fuck about any of their snobby ass opinions,” he said with a small smile, not so subtly flicking one of the couples off.

You let your worries dissolve with his words about the stares and the whispers, especially when you saw JJ looked at you like that. Like you hung the stars themselves, like you were the only girl in the world.

“Do you fancy a dance, milady?” JJ asked you suddenly in a posh accent, holding his hand out.

You gasped, holding your hand to your heart. “Why yes I do, good sir.” You played along, a smile playing on your lips as he kissed your hand and took yours in his.

[jovialmoonprincess]

AU: Journey to Redemption (Part 2)

First Part. / The Winter Ball

Coriolanus Snow x Fem!reader 

Summary: Y/N, a young idealist in Panem, dreams of making a difference in a post-war society. As the winner of the prestigious Plinth Prize is about to be announced, a mysterious woman unveils a grim fate for Coriolanus Snow, Y/N's nemesis. Offered a chance to alter destiny, Y/N must navigate her conflicting emotions and intervene in pivotal moments to prevent Snow's descent into darkness. The story unfolds against the backdrop of complex relationships, past connections, and the challenges of a changing world, as Y/N grapples with the responsibility of shaping an unexpected destiny and challenging the very fabric of fate.

Word Count: 2k.

Warning(s): None, 15 yo Corio!! FLUFF FLUFF THE KIISS READ IT FOR THE KISS

A/N: First Fic EVER, dont be mean pls. Also Im not a english native speaker, sorry for any spelling errors. Just saw Songbirds and Snakes and Tom Blyth as President Snow is living rent free in my head! Feedback is appreciated! Comment to be tag in the next part" And REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Y/N was nervous. Attending parties wasn't something she was used to, especially in the Capitol. Her father always reminded her not to trust anyone, and distrust had become second nature to her. Tigris, her friend, had borrowed her a dress, even though her father could now afford to buy as many as she wanted. Tigris insisted she needed something special, something she had that would be perfect. When Y/N asked if Tigris was going to wear it, the answer was no; the dress wasn't hers and wouldn't fit, but it would look gorgeous on Y/N. Tigris, with her generous heart, always tried to cheer up Y/N when she cried out of fear and missed her friends from the districts. And surprisingly, Tigris never judged her, perhaps because she shared her own fears and people to care about.

Tigris understood when Y/N called suggesting a girls' night. It was a code for "my father is unbearable, only talks about war, and I want to stay away from him at least tonight." Tigris simply made a list of activities for them, from plucking eyebrows to watching romance movies on TV.

Y/N's dress was stunning, in a bright navy blue shade. And it was the first time she wore heels. Tigris also borrowed her the jewelry. Y/N walked with cautious steps, afraid that someone would look at her and discover she was an imposter. Even though she was part of the Capitol now, she didn't know how people would react.

After almost an hour of pretending to be invisible and enjoying the chocolate dessert on the table, people started leaving the dance floor. They got tired of dancing and were heading for the food, the only activity they seemed to practice. Y/N left the table to get some air; so many people were starting to tire her, even without talking to them yet. Outside, the scenery was beautiful, with a flower-filled garden, water mirrors, and something like an illuminated gazebo. She walked there; it was already night, and she wanted some fresh air. Looking at the night sky was comforting, something shared by everyone, regardless of their districts.

"Hey, this dress looks beautiful on you." She almost had a heart attack; it wasn't for anyone to notice her. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." It was Corio, Tigris's cousin, always kind when he saw her.

"Thank you, it was Tigris…" She couldn't finish the sentence.

"It was my mother's; my grandmother gave it to Tigris, but it suits you much better. Tigris likes things less… simple." A compliment, perhaps?

"Thank you, it's a really beautiful dress." She replied with a smile. Almost too beautiful that it doesn't suit me. She felt guilty for undoing the memory of the boy's mother.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. Y/N couldn't stop looking into his blue eyes; how could someone be so beautiful? It was almost painful.

"I came out to get some air; it was too hot inside." She replied.

"Just when I was about to invite you to dance?" He smiled; my God, he looked even more beautiful smiling. Y/N! What's happening to you?? He's from the Capitol. You shouldn't be getting involved with these people, at least not sincerely.

"Oh, I don't know how to dance." She lied; what if he leaves and forgets that she's wearing his mother's dress. Maybe that's why he's here; he must have confused his feelings. After all, why else would he approach her? Oh, maybe he just wants to be friends with his cousin's friend. Could be, right?

"I can teach you." He was already so close to her; she could feel her heart beating in her throat. "If you want…" He extended his hand to her, and Y/N took it. What harm could it do, after all?

The touch of their skins was electrifying. He placed a hand on her waist, and she breathed; it was as if there wasn't enough air between them. She didn't even realize she was holding her breath. The music could be heard clearly from there, as well as the sound of their feet on the wooden floor.

"Tigris talks a lot about you. I think you're the only friend she really likes. She feels at home with you." There was sincerity in his words.

"We have very similar stories; I also went hungry during the first rebellion." Corio was an intriguing character; Y/N didn't know what his real intentions were. He seemed like a good guy, even if he was closed off.

"I heard your father is sick, is it true?" He seemed slightly concerned. Y/N met Trigis first, because of their parents. They became good friends despite the age difference.

"Oh, yes, it seems that sometimes winning a battle doesn't mean winning the war. The battle ends, but life goes on, and problems still arise." She spoke with a sad and thoughtful voice.

"It's kind of unfair, isn't it?" He asked as they continued to dance slowly.

"What?"

"Having to worry about hunger while there are people inside who claim to be hungry all the time, even without knowing the real meaning." She didn't expect to hear that, at least not from him. Corio seemed quite comfortable among his friends.

"Yes, it's unfair." She replied seriously. "I wish I could change all of this."

"You know, people like you, me, and Tigris. We deserve more; we have to strive to reach the top." Corio was ambitious; anyone could see that.

"I think we're already at the top." Whether she liked it or not, feeling hungry in the Capitol was different from living in the outer districts. At least here, they had a chance to be heard if they spoke at the right time.

"This isn't the top, Y/N." She didn't know how much she needed to hear him say her name until he said it for the first time. "We're in the Capitol, but we're still not at the top."

"What would be the top for you, Corio?"

"Being president. It's the highest position; I'm sure that when I get there, I can really do something." The way he spoke was as if he wanted to improve the country's situation. To be a fair and democratic leader.

"Sorry about the dress; I didn't know it was your mother's." Y/N didn't want to ruin the moment by talking about politics. They would have better opportunities for that.

Tigris probably said something about Corio's mother, but Y/N's memory was terrible.

"It's been a while since she died, in my sister's birth." She could see a glimpse of pain in his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"The dress looks beautiful on you; I'm glad my grandmother kept it." Y/N's heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you."

All was silent. All was still. But as they looked at each other's eyes, they heard the unmistakable clamor of their own hearts. Corio was getting closer to her, his lips so close to hers. It was like one of the movies she watched with Tigris.

When their lips touched, something ignited inside Y/N; it was as if nothing else existed. It was a feeling that, if cultivated, promised to become addictive, a sweet dependence that she wouldn't be in a hurry to overcome. His lips were soft, an irresistible invitation, and his touch was like a gentle caress, unhurried, as if he wanted to savor every moment of that unique moment. One of Corio's hands held Y/N's waist with care, while the other stroked her face gently and firmly, as if sealing a silent pact between them. The kiss was like a hot summer day in the middle of winter, a comforting surprise that transported her to a place where there was only the softness of Corio's lips and the delicate and firm touch of his hands.

It was a kiss that transcended time and space, a promise of something deeper and more intense that awaited on the horizon. Breaking the kiss, the gaze they exchanged contained the promise of a future that, at that moment, seemed full of exciting possibilities. The world around them may have continued in silence, but within them, the melody of that kiss would echo for a long time.

The first kiss was a revelation, a sublime experience that transcended circumstances. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to attribute part of this enchantment to the beauty of the setting, but above all to the even more dazzling figure of Coriolanus. At that moment, for the first time, Y/N felt truly beautiful, removed from the ruthless clutches of war. It was as if, for a brief moment, she found the calm before the storm.

Although she wanted to prolong the kiss, Y/N interrupted it, yielding to the inevitable need for a pause. Their gazes intertwined in silence, a communication deeper than any words could express. Coriolanus's eyes, an ocean of blue fascination, were irresistible, and Y/N felt submerged in the intensity of that gaze. Withdrawing gently, she sought refuge on a nearby bench, and Corio, in silence, took a seat beside her. Hesitation hung between them, neither daring to initiate the next exchange of words.

"Did you enjoy the chocolate dessert, didn't you?" Corio's soft voice broke the silence, eliciting a sincere laugh from Y/N. Had he noticed the taste of chocolate on her lips, or had he just watched her during the dance in the hall? The question lingered in the air, hovering between them, lacking the courage to be asked.

"I loved it," confessed Y/N, although she couldn't determine if she was talking about the dance, the dessert, or the kiss. Perhaps all the options were correct.

"You lied to me," accused the young Snow.

"What?" Y/N laughed again.

"You said you didn't know how to dance." The accusation came with a smile from Corio.

"Maybe," she replied, smiling.

Hours unfolded in deep conversations, a natural harmony between Y/N and Corio. Words flowed, laughter echoed, and the kiss, a magical moment that both chose to ignore, was never mentioned again. Corio, a dreamer aligned with Y/N's aspirations, revealed remarkable ambition and unwavering confidence. Meanwhile, Y/N still struggled with uncertainties about her destiny, eager to capture some of the determination radiating from Corio.

It was the ultimate moment when Y/N felt truly connected to Corio. At that moment, she sincerely believed that he was destined for an extraordinary future as a student in the Capitol. With the passage of time, that memory became nostalgic, a pearl of an irrecoverable past.

In present times, in the Capitol (4 years later)

Y/N, immersed in reverie, contemplated a photo taken with Tigris during the ball. After this glimpse of the past, resentment towards Corio increased. How could he get so close so quickly and distance himself just as fast? They could have continued. However, after that winter break that year, Snow didn't spend more than 5 seconds near her. Their interactions were limited to fights, but even so, Y/N couldn't ignore the boy's beauty.

A last dance preceded the Plinth Prize weekend. It would be an opportunity to meet Corio again, four years after that memorable kiss, in drastically altered circumstances. Y/N awaited eagerly, sometimes questioning her sanity, pondering if everything that woman had said would come true. Corio would graduate, go to university, meet someone, and find happiness. He wouldn't become a murderer, let alone a dictator.

Y/N couldn't help but notice that something had changed in Corio since that first kiss. The boy who was once dreamy and affable now exhibited a more closed-off side, as if a shadow had settled in his soul. Every word was measured, and his smiles were scarce, replaced by a serious and concerned expression.

Corio had become more abrupt, and the lightness that characterized his personality seemed to have been replaced by intense seriousness. Y/N noticed that he closed himself off, keeping a distance that didn't exist before. That touch of softness and charm, present in the boy who taught her to dance and gave her an unforgettable kiss, had turned into an aura of tension.

Y/N remembered one of their first fights.

In a classroom full of tension and academic expectations, the teacher announced with a firm voice, "For the next assignment, we'll have randomly assigned pairs." The students' gazes met, a mixture of anxiety and curiosity. Among them were Y/N and Corio, both already known for their rivalries and fierce competitions.

The draw took place, and fate decided that Y/N and Corio would be partners in the next academic endeavor. A wave of murmurs ran through the room, accompanied by intrigued looks directed at the two protagonists.

On a cold study afternoon in the library, Y/N was immersed in her books, tracing meticulous notes and underlining important passages. Corio, on the other hand, flipped through pages with a serious expression, focused on absorbing all available knowledge.

As the hours passed, tension grew. Each had their own approach to the task, and soon the differences became apparent. Y/N preferred to explore ideas and theories more broadly, while Corio delved into specific details, prioritizing accuracy.

"You need to focus, Y/N. These assignments will shape our academic future," said Corio, his tone a mixture of concern and impatience.

Y/N lifted her eyes from the books, facing Corio with a resistant expression. "I'm not disregarding the importance, Corio. I just believe that there are more ways to learn than simply burying yourself in books all the time."

Y/N's words hit Corio like a challenge, and his response came with an unexpected intensity. "Do you think you can afford not to dedicate yourself entirely to studies? The competition here is fierce, Y/N, and only the best succeed." The discussion unfolded, and sharp words flew between them like arrows. Y/N advocated the idea that university life should be more than just grades and rankings, while Corio insisted that the path to success was paved with tireless effort and dedication.

The tension reached its peak when Y/N, driven by frustration, accused Corio of having lost the ability to dream and live beyond academic expectations. Corio, in turn, responded with the accusation that Y/N was being naive and reckless about her future.

The argument, fueled by intense emotions and fundamental differences, echoed through the silent library, drawing curious glances from other students trying to focus on their own studies. As the inflamed words dissipated, Y/N and Corio stared at each other, aware that they had crossed a line separating their views, revealing the depth of the differences that now threatened the stability of their relationship. The ensuing silence was laden with resentment and the bitter feeling that something significant, beyond grades and books, was shattering between them.

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Just wanted to drop a quick note to say a massive thank you for all the love, likes, comments, and follows on my story. <3

Big virtual hugs and high-fives to each and every one of you. See you on Part III.

Taglist: @shari-berri @h-l-vlovesvintage @tea-bobba @daenerysqueenofhearts

Again: REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!!

[twinktor-frankenstein]

Alright, here's a few!

• Ness sings/hums a lot, especially when doing tasks. Mostly random tunes or made up lyrics that relate to the task he's doing, but he will also get popular songs stuck in his brain from the Diner.

• Aside from the Diner job, he also has a true crime podcast where he will talk about his own theories.

• He also sometimes Babysits Abby. They're friendship bracelet buddies, they rope in Mike (and eventually Vanessa, when she wakes up)

• Speaking of Vanessa, I like to think she was somewhat of a regular at Sparky's. So Her & Ness are somewhat friendly or at least acquaintances. She'd try to make him stop being so curious about Freddy's, but it'd backfire into him being even more interested.

• He's a clothes Thief, even if mike's clothes fit a bit awkwardly.

• Ness is also the big spoon, and is just touchy-feely in general.

• He has random bits and pieces of old Freddy's merch, including some rare collectables.

• I think when/if he & Mike were to get married, he'd a wear a suit like Shane madej's, embroidered n decorated all pretty n colorful instead of a plain suit (reference: https://www.tumblr.com/ostensiblynone/735786663030210560/rosecutclothing-caf%C3%A9-brauer-floral-suit-for)

• Like his real Life counterpart and also Me because I love projecting™, He has arachnophobia :)

• He's a weird Food & Food combos enjoyer. Hawaiian Pizza, Fries & Ice cream, Peanut Butter and Bacon, that sorta stuff.

That's all I'm sharing for now, I wanna know your thoughts :)

- 🦋🥀

SORRY I HAVEN'T REPLIED, I've been meaning too things have just been a little hectic for me lately😭

I absolutely love the true crime podcast and him babysitting Abbie, it's cute to me that these have basically become fanon lol.

Also the thing about Vanessa trying to shut it down is so funny to me. She'd try to get him off the trail and he'd call her "Afton" so she knows its already far to late for that/hj

Him being the big spoon is so real too, I feel like he'd just initiate things a lot more than Mike does in general. He was definitely the first to ask about dating, I think I've said somewhere before that I feel like he'd say "I love you" a lot more than Mike does. I hc Mike would be more inclined to giving gifts/trinkets then going out of his way to complement Ness or cuddle him. He's the "I saw this cool looking scrap of metal on the side walk and thought of you" type, if Ness borrowed his clothes a lot I think regardless of how often he himself wore it he'd let Ness keep it.

Also im definitely of the believe that most of the things Ness eats are weird combos. He'll regularly encourage Mike and Abbie to eat full healthy meals and even cook for them, but when it comes to feeding himself he's running on one and a half lukewarm redbulls he found in his car and like a hand full of pretzels also found in his car. He's too busy pretending to be Fox Mulder to feed himself/hj

I'm strongly of the belief that Ness is feral lol

[asterssunzephyr]

TW // Mentioned/Referenced idealization of death later in the fic

Very out of character at that part but it goes back to being semi in character like. Quickly.

c!Shelby uses She/They/He pronouns here

The princess awoke to a loud crash at her front door and someone very loudly apologizing. Sighing, she got up and changed from her sleep clothes so she could find out who disturbed her sleeping; what time was it anyway? Looking at the clock on the wall, she figured it was almost time for her to get up anyway. With another sigh and fake smile plastered on her face, she descended down the stairs to the front of her castle.

"Good morning! Welcome to Glimmergrove, how may I help- Osiris! Are you okay?"

She hurried to the skeleton helper that laid on the ground with a frown, being a skeleton they could only really nod or use sign language. So, they resorted to a nod and looked at the person who was now stumbling over their words.

Katherine stood up, helped Osiris up, and turned to the culprit of knocking her friend onto the floor.

"Is there something I may help you with, or do you have anything to say to my friend here?"

She didn't care to look at their face, or outfit for a matter of fact, until they spoke.

"Princess! Oh i'm so so sorry im still learning how to land with this broom and I wasn't paying attention and I didnt mean to knock your friend over, which by the way, sorry again-"

The local, er- only witch, Shelby stopped talking the second she made eye contact with the princess. He felt their face’s heat up while stumbling over her words even more than she was.

"Oh! Shelby, hi! What brings you to GlimmerGrove?"

Her attitude did a full 180° upon seeing the witch she has, quite well in her opinion, acquainted herself with. Much to the disappointment of her parents; but who was Katherine Elizabeth, Princess of GlimmerGrove, if not a rebel to her parents rule? Exactly, no one.

"Ah- well- Dawn, Princess Gem's kingdom im sure youve been there, is holding a ball! She formally invited me, actually, hand delivering the invite to the Evermoore! Can you believe it? The sun princess, hand delivering something to me! ME! I thought she would've hated me and the evermoore but guess not! haha."

"Oh! Yes yes the annual sun and moon ball I believe? I attended often when I was younger but have become quite the busy bee.. Especially with all the monster slaying I've done recently."

She trusted Shelby, and she knew the Great Witch wouldn't tell her parents about her side hobby.

"So, did you come to inform me about the ball approaching and hand deliver my invite as well?"

She smiled, at the way the shorter flushed immediately at the implications of Katherine not knowing or having not received the invite.

"No! Yes? Uh- wait-.. I came to formally ask for you to uh.. be my date. Princess Gem had told me that the only way I can attend is with a date.."

"A new rule it seems.. Very well! I shall accompany you to the ball as your date. I formally accept."

The little wink she added at the end of her sentence probably didn't help the high Shelby already was on, as her face flushed more and caused the princess to smile.

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It was the day of the ball and all Shelby could not stop thinking of how he looked, if Katherine was okay with going as her date, or if Katherine would even be fine being seen with her after the ball.. Gods, He hoped they were at least presentable.

Sausage had let her borrow one of his suits for the ball; A nice, forest green suit with a purple dress shirt and a plain black tie; They wondered why he never wore it, but then again suits tended to not be casual wear like dresses.

Shrugging the thought off, she summoned her broom and took off; In the direction of Glimmergrove.

Upon arriving, He immediately hopped off her broom and called into the rather bare castle — It was a beautiful castle! She had to admit that of course, but there wasn't much decoration and if he ever had the chance; Well, Great Witch Shelby would change that if Katherine let her.

Speaking of Katherine, the witch believes They’ve never seen anyone prettier; Her date- Best friend! His best friend was in a beautiful dress and honestly? Shelby believed she was facing a goddess rather than a princess.

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Hearing her name called honestly scared Katherine, having not expected Shelby to be so early. Early? What time was it? Turning to the grandfather clock on the wall of her bedroom, she realized Shelby was actually on time and she was the one late.

Anxiety flowed through her veins as she stood and stared at the mirror; Her dress was floor length without her heels, a pretty light pink dress with green and purple flowers(A personal touch after buying the bland dress, she figured it was the least she could do.)

Grabbing some makeup, she gently patted the burn on her neck; She was curling her hair with a gift from Joel when she returned the Stratosphere. Unfortunately, she burned her neck with it when Shelby called out and startled her; Before the makeup could even touch her neck she put it down and decided that she could just cover it with her hair.

Quickly grabbing her white heels and slipping them on, she descended the stairs and came face to face with the witch — Well, almost face to face. They were down the empty corridor from one another, and wow. The suit that Shelby was in really complimented the golden eyes of the short witch.

Katherine didn't believe anything was wrong with Shelby's height, a mere 4 inch difference between the two; and she believed it to be absolutely adorable; But the way the sunset glowed behind the witch made her look ethereal, almost unreal. She loved it so much.

Perhaps a bit too much, perhaps she was in over her head. Perhaps, she would drown in admiration and infatuation; but honestly what a way to go? She would love to go in the way only Romeo and Juliet had, completely in love and infatuated with one another; Admiration pushing them to the end of their lives for the latter. She loved the idea, the idea of being so head over heels that you'd cover yourself in the blood of yourself and lover. Maybe, just maybe, Princess Katherine Elizabeth loved the idea of 'til death do us part' a bit too much as she stared at the witch.

Shaking her head, the princess plastered the smile she only had when seeing Shelby and quickly approached her.

"Good evening, Great Witch."

"Ah- Good Evening, Princess! You look beautiful.. I mean, you always look beautiful but- wow.."

A laugh, her own laugh she recognized it anywhere, following an even wider smile; Her freckles being much more noticeable with the blood rushing to her face from Shelby's compliment.

"I know what you mean, Shelby.. You look wonderful too. Much better than being covered in mud with your hair a mess."

A very teasing wink was added at the end of her sentence, watching the witch's face erupt into shades of red and a stuttering mess.

"I- you uh- we- We should get going! Yeah? So we can uh, make it before we're late?"

"Of course, after you?"

Watching the shorter nod and walking outside(presumably to summon her broom, which took a moment. We're all witches brooms so stubborn?). Soon after, the (4 inches.) taller woman followed behind and waited for an invite to be on the broom.

"Might wanna hold on tight, Princess. This ride can be a little rough with the winds and I don't want you to fall off."

A simple nod from Katherine, following the orders of her date and wrapping her arms around Shelby's waist.

"You don't mind this, right?"

Please, she could hear Shelby's heart racing with Katherine's hands around her waist.

"Yep! Just fine Princess! Now again, hold on tight."

At that, they took off and gods if it wasn't for Shelby's safety measures; Well, Katherine was sure she would've fallen off. On, what could be called instinct, the take off Katherine's grip around the shorter tightened and she laid her head on Shelby's shoulder; staring in front of them rather than looking down.

Now, Katherine wasn't afraid of heights(She refused to believe she was afraid of anything), but at such high speeds from the broom and the wind whistling in her ear? It was undeniable that she was scared, and if anything her grip on the witch was proof of such a statement.

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Coming to land in Dawn wasn't that bad, rather easily with all the roads leading to town square and the market, well. Typically it wasn't that bad, but with crowds of people in both places, Shelby opted on landing outside the kingdom gate. She figured it would be better anyway, easier to leave if Katherine wanted to do so early.

"Shall we?"

"We Shall."

Descending on foot into the busy kingdom actually proved to be a lot easier than when on a broom. They wondered if Gem was greeting people at the lighthouse, which now thinking about it, he probably should've used his broom to get over there.. but there was a bridge! so they can't complain too much.

"Great Witch Shelby, Princess Katherine! Wonderful to see the two of you here. Together?"

"Yes, actually! Shelby asked me to be her date after you invited her. It's wonderful to see you."

"Wonderful to see you as well Katherine. You go on in, I have to talk to Shelby about something."

Oh no. She knew what that meant, and It meant nothing good. Katherine leaving her alone with the rather intimidating sun princess (She heard how Gem was able to scare a god into giving her bees.) was not a very confident boosting situation.

Being pulled away from the entrance by the same princess who scared an 11'0 God was an experience to say the least.

"Uh- so- is this you saying you didn't mean to invite me and got me mixed up with someone else and that you hate me or?"

"Hate you? Why would I hate you? And I hand delivered that invite, who would I have confused the Great Witch Shelby with?"

Watching Gem shake her head with a smile on her face slightly got rid of Shelby's worry.

"Then uh.. what did you need to talk about?"

"Katherine is a great friend of mine, and I'm trusting you with her Shelby. Dont break her heart and we can stay allies."

"Yes Ma'am!"

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She couldn't hear what Gem and Shelby were talking about, and she couldn't see Shelby's face but something inside her sparked with jealousy as Gem smiled at her date, but Katherine knew Gem wouldn't do anything stupid enough to try and convince Shelby to ditch her (At least she hoped. She didn't wanna abandon the princess alliance over Shelby.), but all her fears dissipated when Shelby turned around and smiled at Katherine before heading over. Oh, okay. Well that's good, right?

The night was good, young, and she had Shelby as her date! Perfect, right? Almost perfect. Joey had come to her while Shelby was getting them honey-flavored drinks and soon opened his mouth; How he'll 'win her over' and 'be the pirate king that she needs' and all that drama.

Then Shelby came back, and she figured the only reason Joey shut up is because of how she smiled at the witch and got up to meet him halfway. Glancing back towards where she was sitting, She saw Sausage talking to him and saying something - Both the Eversea King and Sanctuary Guardian's face lighting up with blood. Whatever Sausage said formed a positive reaction from Joey since they were not immediately locked in battle.

"Think Sausage can calm Joey down better than anyone else."

"Seems so, huh?"

"With the Pirate distracted, may I have this dance m'lady?"

"Of course you may."

Hand in hand, Shelby led her to the dance floor - spinning her as soon as their feet hit the border; and that's how the night went, the two of them dancing together and taking everything the party had to offer. Genuinely, Katherine enjoyed the night she had.

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"Hey, Shelby? Can we detour? I don't really want to go home right now. I'm enjoying the night too much."

"Of course, where do you wanna go Princess?"

"As long as I'm with you, I don't care."

Slowing down as they came to a clearing right outside the evermoore; Sometimes she uses it to get the wood he needs for building, or the shroomlights from the nether woods. They had cleared out her work stuff and left it as is, a clearing. He figured she should've done something to decorate it; It was pretty, just looked almost as bland as Katherine's castle. Save for the fireflies perhaps, maybe they added decor with their glow.

"This place is beautiful, Shelby."

"Really? I think it's kinda bland but-"

"I promise, it's the perfect place to spend the rest of our night."

She didn't say much more, staring at the monster slayer/princess. Shelby wasn't too good at taking care of herself, so she figured Katherine especially wasn't with her dual identity as a princess and a monster slayer. She wondered what classifies a Witch as a Monster in Katherine's book — He also didn't want to find that out so keeping their mouth shut seemed the route to go here.

"Think you can dance without music, Princess?"

"I'm sure I can, Witch."

The smile that found its way onto Shelby's lip wasn't far from admiration, or love if one wanted to go that far and Shelby certainly didn't. The memory of what Katherine said a few months ago at the festival, right before the hermits had shown up, still acted as a fresh wound to her heart. Nonetheless, it didn't matter to him. Katherine had bigger problems than Shelby's heartache when hearing how the latter speaks about her; She had a curse to deal with! Which, yes, Shelby was working on and managed to get good progress on with the help of Tango. Honestly? She missed the blue haired boy who declared himself her apprentice. If anything, she missed the hermits' home more than her own; yet the hermits left a piece of them for the empires, The HermitTopia(Or, Hermit-agedon as he's heard Scar call it before.)

Turning her attention back to the princess, Shelby took her hand and pulled her closer; Sure, they had a height difference but who cares? Not they, not in this moment, not with the prettiest woman Shelby's ever met. Resting his hand on Katherine's waist, she took her other hand and gently held Katherine's; The two now in a proper dancing stance.

They moved in sync, Katherine following every move Shelby made while she made decisions on the spot. It wasn't hard to tell that they both have learned ballroom dancing; The Witch's Academy required it, and Katherine's parents likely did too. It didn't stop them however, their movements were far too graceful to be anything but perfect and surely if they had a crowd around them, people would be too stunned to speak.

Shelby was sure that Katherine was a goddess in disguise(she actually had the same idea about Princess Gemini!) and was sure he was just some pawn in the game of gods. They wouldn't care, as long as she was Katherine’s favorite pawn. Honestly, being anyone's favorite won over being the academy's least favorite.

Their dance soon came to an end, and they stood still for a moment; staring in each other's eyes before hesitantly backing away.

“Would you like to stay the night in the evermoore? I have a really cool place I just built that we can watch the stars on and then we can go inside to sleep.”

“Would it be alright with you if we went straight to sleep instead? After all the dancing, my feet are aching due to these heels.”

“You could've told me! I could have taken your heels for you!”

“It's fine! Really.”

With a sigh, Shelby simply nodded.

“Of course we can go to bed, mi vida.”

“Spanish? Has Sausage been teaching you?”

“Yeah.”

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The two made their way into Shelby’s room, and honestly Katherine forgot that Osiris and Mylo spoke often enough for Mylo to have clothes that fit her for the night. Katherine wondered if Mylo had an extra set of clothes for the other empires too or if she was an exception. She kinda wished she was an exception but knew she likely wasn't. Especially considering she wasn't the only one to have spent the night with Shelby; Sausage has frequent sleepovers in the evermoore(or.. wherever he wants. Free souls like his makes her envious.)

After changing into the clothes Mylo had given her, she sat on Shelby’s bed and smiled at the witch coming from the attic. She's never been up there, but she knew that's where Shelby kept her storage.

“Ready to sleep mi vida?”

Katherine couldn't even begin to explain what Shelby speaking Spanish did to her(spoiler: it's gay panic.)

“Yeah! Where do you-?”

“My bed is big enough for both of us, and Mylo if he wanted. He doesn't sleep- at least not near me? I think its cause he's from the nether-”

She knew she was red, sharing the same bed with someone she undoubtedly had a crush on? Plus! She was a cuddler! Ugh, how was she supposed to live in this world? Exactly, She couldn't! Well- No, she had to stay for Shelby. She realized a few weeks before the dance that she was romantically attracted to the witch, yet figured Shelby no longer felt that way due to how the festival went.. She had to thank Pearl and Impulse for knocking her into place with her feelings(How could someone that you've only known for two weeks be able to read your feelings better than you?).

“Kath, you okay? You're burning up.”

It wasn't until that statement, that Katherine realized two things:

Shelby’s hand was on her forehead

How close they were.

“Yeah! Yep! I’m good!. That sounds so unconvincing. I'm sorry..”

“No! No it's fine, really! Haha. I was really close there sorry-”

“We’ve been a lot closer tonight than just that, Shelby.”

“Yeah..”

They sat in silence for a second, Katherine feeling the bed dip next to her — Likely to indicate Shelby had sat down.

“..Can we talk? You don't have to, I can do the speaking..”

“Go on?”

“So.. uh… Remember what I said at the festival?...”

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Oh. That's what this was about. Of course he remembered, her heart shattered that day — Of course, They werent gonna go tell Katherine that; She knew how Katherine felt, and she was fine being friends because he has no reason to ask for anything more.

“Oh uh.. Yeah.. I do.”

“I.. I want to apologize for what I said.”

“What? Why? I'm not entitled to anything and if that stupid pirate-”

“Shelby.. Joey hasn't said anything. Remember when the hermits were here? For the month following the festival?.. Gods I should've said something sooner but-”

“Oh, yeah. Scott and Joel left days before us and the rest of us had to panic and nearly get trapped.”

“Shelby thats not the point- The point is, Pearl and Impulse made me realize that I’m really really fucking gay.”

“Oh- Wait did you just cuss?!”

“That's what you're worried about??? Shelby I'm literally in love with you and you're worried about me cussing???”

“YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH ME?!”

“I had a similar reaction when I realized, Now can I please kiss you?”

“Yes. Please kiss me.”

It was awkward, of course. After all, this is their first kiss and they weren't sure how to be good at it. Well, it was Shelby’s second kiss, but first with Katherine. Win-win in her book! Especially since they can now make Joey fully come to the understanding that Katherine isn't romantically interested in him. Triple win for the Great witch.

Kissing Katherine felt like everything Shelby’s ever wanted and more. Like heaven on earth, with how gentle they both were and how chaste the kisses were. He wanted more, they enjoyed kissing Katherine. It was perfect, she was perfect, this moment was perfect.

Until they heard a grunt and mumble, which caused both of them to pull from the kiss and Shelby took in how red Katherine was; He probably was no better. The two of them laughed, and they apologized to Mylo.

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He felt hot, after killing Joey nothing felt right and then the sheriff came by and she killed him! They took their hat off and threw it on his porch, sitting on the steps soon after. What the hell was wrong with him.. Sighing, she picked her hat up and went inside – Mylo had picked Jimmy’s stuff up and set it all in a chest outside.

“Hey, Mylo, Im gonna take a nap on the couch.”

“ ‘ight. Let me know when you up, and ill fix some tea for ya.”

With a nod and a smile, Shelby flopped onto the bed. What was Katherine willing to think about what he’s done now? They've killed people! Ugh, rather than thinking about it, Shelby closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.

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Katherine knew. She knew what happened, and honestly? She didnt care. Joey probably deserved, and she knew Jimmy wouldnt do much about her killing him – he may be the sheriff, but he wasnt a good one and he knew that too. So what, Shelby killed two people? There was likely good reasoning behind it.

While working on the interior of her castle when getting the buzz of the comms to let her know what her lover did was an.. Interesting.. Moment.

Now, Katherine was cleaning a broken pot from the fact she was surprised by the buzz communicator. She bit her lip and prevented herself from flying off to the evermoore and checking on Shelby. He was likely resting.. Or something.

For the rest of the day, she picked at her nails(normally painted and perfect), an old habit she hadnt done in years.

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Gods pray, what did they get themselves into too?

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I hope you like this:) Its also posted on ao3 under my request book which Im linking below:)

[tanushakyrano]

febuwhump day 16: semi-conscious

YES ITS NOT THE 16TH IM SO AWARE OF THIS..... writing the second half of this really sucked for some reason. words were not computing. but i got it done!

characters: Kayo, Alan

additional warnings: hypoxia (low oxygen)

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Alan was getting worried. 

It had been at least five minutes since he’d heard anything from Kayo. It wasn’t exactly unusual; the amount of times that she’d experienced ‘technical difficulties’ and gone dark on rescues was frankly ridiculous. Nine times out of ten, she was completely fine. 

It was the tenth time that worried him.

They’d split up to search for survivors. The space station they were on was large and sprawling, and the internal communication system was down which meant that figuring out where everyone was was just that much more difficult. Most of the crew had already been located, but there were a few names unaccounted for on the crew manifest. They’d agreed to split up to cover more ground quicker. Alan was beginning to think that that had been a mistake.

He turned a corner and suddenly his feet weren’t on the ground any more. It took him a minute to realise what the hell was going on. The station had been experiencing system-wide failures for a while now; lights were only on in about half of the areas he'd explored, and life support systems had given up the ghost a long time ago. Clearly the artificial gravity in some areas was failing entirely. He reached out for the wall, using the handrails to give him momentum as he pushed onwards.

A light flashed red over one of the doors as he passed. Alan glanced into the room that lay beyond, shrouded in darkness, then caught sight of the flashing message just above the locking mechanism: WARNING - HULL BREACH. Sure enough, he could just about make out the gash in the floor, the metal plating warped and jagged. He pushed himself onwards. The ball of anxiety that was pretty much a permanent resident in his chest tightened.

Every room Alan glanced into was completely empty even of other missing members of the crew. The silence - other than the occasional crackle of burnt-out circuits - was starting to unsettle him. He was intensely aware of the fact that the station was slowly tearing itself apart around him. They were on borrowed time.

A flash of teal behind one of the doors caught his eye. Alan made a beeline for it, slamming his hand into the locking mechanism until with a groan, the door slid partway open. It was difficult to get purchase in zero-gee, but he managed it, shouldering it open until the gap was large enough for him to squeeze through.

Oh. The gravity was back.

Alan was a little embarrassed to admit that it took him by surprise. As soon as enough of him was through the door, gravity tugged him determinedly downwards, and he fell unceremoniously to the ground. He banged his shin on the way down and cursed.

He quickly scrambled up, assessing the situation. Kayo was slumped in one corner, head resting against the wall, knees pulled halfway to her chest. She barely stirred at his entrance.

"Kayo? You okay?" He was at her side in an instant, noting her blue-tinged lips with alarm.

Slowly, her eyes opened.

"Alan…?"

"Hey. Hi." Alan tried to smile reassuringly. "Kayo, do you know what happened to you?"

"Circuit…blew." Her brow furrowed with concentration as she attempted to from a sentence. "Oxygen tank. Damaged."

A quick scan of her suit's system confirmed it. Oxygen levels were low and getting lower, thanks to microfractures along one side of her helmet. Alan took a deep breath and tried very hard not to freak out. His hand found hers and held it tightly. Whether it was to reassure Kayo or himself, he didn't know.

"Look, this station could blow any minute," he said, keeping the wobble out of his voice. "We gotta go. You're gonna have to help me out here, I can't carry you all the way. My noodle arms aren't built for this."

It was barely a joke, but Kayo still smiled weakly at it, struggling to push herself upright as Alan slung her arm over his neck and helped her to stand up. He was suddenly very grateful that the gravity had malfunctioned in the corridors outside; even though Kayo was trying her best to help, Alan was single-handedly supporting most of her body weight, and he wasn't sure he could make it back in time if he had to carry her the entire way back.

"M'sorry," Kayo murmured, head dropping against his shoulder. Her voice was so quiet, so…small, that Alan's throat constricted. It was so unlike her that it scared him.

"Hey, no, don't apologise. We're gonna be okay."

She didn't reply.

They headed towards the half-open door, one shuffling step at a time. Kayo could barely keep her eyes open. Alan made a mental note listen to Virgil next time when he stressed the importance of weightlifting in training. Already his shoulders were aching viciously.

The gap was too small to fit through. Alan glared at it as if it had caused him personal offence, slamming his fist into the button several times - as if that would somehow magically open all the way.

Surprisingly, it did.

Alan blinked. Maybe the infamous Tracy luck had decided to go on vacation for the day.

The switch from gravity to lack thereof was much less jarring when he was prepared for it. It also meant that they moved much more quickly, no longer weighed down by artificial forces. Before long, they were nearly back at Thunderbird Three, thudding to the ground again, Alan barely keeping his balance under the renewed burden of Kayo's weight.

"Can I get some help here?" he yelled out, hoping that one of the crew was in earshot. Sure enough, Clove - the one who'd helped them upon their arrival - came hurrying out, ducking under Kayo's other arm and lifting some of the weight off Alan's shoulders - literally.

"The last of the crew made it back while you were away," she informed him. That was good. It meant he could close the airlock for good once they were safely back in Three, make a breathable atmosphere for Kayo.

Three was in arm's reach now.

As soon as their feet crossed the threshold, he slammed the airlock shut, listening intently for the hiss of air that confirmed the establishment of the breathable atmosphere. Carefully, he reached for the clasps on either side of Kayo's helmet, easing it off her head. Clove hovered worriedly next to him.

It was a sign that he was stressed as hell when the sound of Kayo's shuddering inhale was enough to make him flinch violently. Her hand grasped his arm instinctively as her body tried to get much-needed oxygen back into her system.

"You're okay," he breathed, grasping her forearm back. "Thank fuck, you're okay."

"Yeah." Kayo tipped her head back, chest rising and falling steadily. She gave him a weak thumbs up. "Good…job, kid."

[just-rogi]

do you guys know that post about the glow in the dark stars that have been painted over in someones old childhood bedroom thats like, i hate when things are already poetry, because what more is there to say?

a few months ago i let my friend borrow a pair of shoes (hers were soaked through). it felt so significant then but i didnt have the ability to articulate why. last night i stayed over the same friends apartment, (like ive done a hundred times before) ((her very skiddish cat recognizes me now and will let me pet her)), and this morning she gave me a pair of her shoes to wear (i had worn cute red heels the night before, but they were not suited to the teachers union book fair we were attending together the next morning). and i dont know i cant write a poem that says anything half as significant as riding the train wearing your friends sneakers (size 8 1/2).

as if to say to me you can sleep on my couch any time. i have food the fridge i bought just for you because i knew you were coming over. your book is on my bedside table, im halfway through it. we joke-as you journal in the morning with your favorite pen-that if you die ill publish all your diaries for their value to anthropologists as a primary source, you say thats fine but i have to edit them, i laugh and agree. you ride home with me every day after work even though its out of my way. i know you get cold so i already laid out extra blankets on my pull out couch for you. my hair is tied up with your hair tie, and is kept out of my face while we work at the book fair the next morning directing small children. you sent me an email link with an article to canada geese today as a joke that we shared in my car- i will see it tomorrow morning and laugh. you left your shoes and phone, in my classroom over the weekend, but its ok, you can borrow mine- here take my charlie card for the train, i have seen you every day this week, and i will see you again on monday, and you will get your phone and your transit pass and your shoes but until then you can wear my shoes. im glad that my life is so intertwined with yours in such mundane ways. im glad that i am so known by you. how lucky we are that we're the same size shoe. but how do you explain to someone that size 8 1/2 creased black and white nike sneakers are a poem already when i wear them

[lighthouseborn]

thinking abt mermay a little but tell me about. mer!henry

I must have opened this and immediately forgotten about it but now here it is. it's 6am and I haven't slept much and I'm on mobile so I'm sorry in advance for the inevitable typos but yes hello--

I know this is a? fairly common? au for people to have for their canon beloveds and I think that's neat but you know I don't have a mer!au? in Henry's case specifically I almost feel like it's too near his canon to... fit? and also. maybe this is why I don't really do fanfic the way other peo0le do fanfic but also. mer!au is sooooo open ended and I feel like the way people invoke it implies there is some universal mermaid world and lore that, just by going mer! implies all of the inherent like... universe rules (like how if you go 'omegav.erse!' you've invoked a specific set of physical and social standards inside of which to create this au version of the (or just? a?) story) but,,, there isn't? and. so if I invoked a mer! clause all I'd really be saying is "he's nonhuman" which is totally a fun thing for some people I'm sure but in this case. is a) wrong and b) SO adjacent to his canon already that it's feels Weird and also doesn't have a ruleset to play inside of so that means.... that I don't get it clskakdkskksjskd because like.

I dunno if this is an interesting answer btw sorry for goung "I don't and won't have one" in many many words but like. one of my whole things with aus in the fanfic style of it is that I don't .. get them a lot of the time? like. mermaid Henry would fundamentally alter him in ways that like... his story would change enough that *i* feel like he wouldn't be Henry. so I wouldn't want that, u know? and then. things like coffee shop au. I completely do not get. and its all just like. I dunno it's like, I could go read/watch something with a mermaid protagonist if I wanted a mermaid protagonist?

or maybe more like. many people have an "any au can be done" kind of vibe and I love this for them but I do not brain that way I feel like different characters suit different aus and sometimes you can pretend mess with them a little (like borrowing pac.ific ri,m concept language to go "henry and carina are drift compatible actually" even though i wouldnt ever write them in that setting because i dont feel it suits them) but other times is just like. at some points it is too different and you are writing a different, new character entirely and if I wanted to do that I would make up yet more ocs, you know? and specifically Henry is... I can't say nonmagical for obvious reasons but. he is very Human, to me. I don't think mer!henry as a concept works that would be somebody else at that point, with the way it changes fundamentals. he is not the magical thing he is near the magical things and in some ways there in spite of the magical things but in many ways because of the magical things. if any of that made sense?

you maybe be asking yourself "how does dbh work but a mermaid au doesn't" and that is. a valid question that honestly mystifies me a little bit. but I think it's because... the setting itself does demand heavy change of him, just what's around him? and there are differences I don't mean to imply 1700s henry and ,,, 20whatever, when is dbh even set oh no why don't I know that... anyway he's different across those verses, and the others I have, for sure. he's just not fundamentally altered..... if?? this is tracking??? idk maybe im just inexplicably self contradictory about aus

[anokayapple-blog]

Death stood before me texting on his phone. I suppose i never really questioned how Death had a phone, or what a being like him would need a phone for anyway, but he seemed engrosses in the conversation he was having.

When i first met Death, my dog Rascal, an old German Shepherd, had cancer and was dying quicker than i could cope with. I meant to have Rascal die at home surrounded by his favorite toys, but realized i couldn't live without him. He had been there for everything, my best friend leaving me, graduating high school and college, my first apartment, my first real girlfriend and first real break up. Rascal played with me and laid with me through it all, i couldn't just let him die! So i looked up a ritual on Tumblr (where the real witches are) and followed the instructions to summon Death. I thought he would look like every depiction of death, the skeleton with the large black robe; but it turns out, Death is just some guy. Hes easy on the eyes, sure, but...he has sandy brown hair and dark red eyes, pale skin, and a snappy black suit. If i saw him on the street, i likely wouldn't give him a second glance. Ever since i summoned him, he would arrive on the same day every year to collect Rascal. Every year i beg Death to take one year off my life and give it to my dog so i can continue living with my best friend. Every year, Death has obliged. Until this year.

I sat on my patched-up couch next to my patched-up dog, who had know idea of the gravity of our situation.

"Only 24 years?" I asked.

"No, you were supposed to live to be 32, you borrowed 8 of those to give to your dog." Death corrected.

"No, i understand," i mumbled, sinking lower into my second-hand couch. "I'm trying to grasp the idea of only living 24 years."

"Well, once I'm done here you'll live to 25. Rascal still has to come with me."

Death pulled a black leash from his coat pocket. I hurried to my feet to take it from him, but stopped when my hand was mere inches from his. Death's eyes widened, worried he would reap me before my time. I pulled my hand away. "If Im going to live to 25, that means i have time to give." I said.

Death furrowed his brow. "No, you're on your last year now. You're out of years, just like your dog." He said.

"Am i dropping dead in the next five minutes?"

"No."

"Then i have time."

"I don't think you're hearing me." Death replied, his tone dripping with annoyance. "You have no more time left. You have this year, that's it. You're supposed to die on your birthday, it is written in your Fate. I cannot change that. You have no more time left with Rascal, I'm sorry."

Death moved toward Rascal with the leash and i jumped in front of the dog, Death's hand almost running into my stomach. Death jumped away, impatience wrinkling on his nose. "You really need to stop that!" He snapped.

"You didn't specify which birthday!" I announced. Death stared at me. "I could die on my half birthday!"

"What in the hell is even that?"

"It's the day that is halfway to my birthday."

"That is not a thing."

"Tell that to the people who celebrate half birthdays."

Death groaned, his body slacking as he leaned his head back. "You're so annoying! I just want to do my job and go home!"

"Take 6 months off my life and give it to Rascal. Then you can have us both."

Death sat up, sighing. "Look, i appreciate your love and loyalty to your dog. I really do. But I'm already on thin ice with the bosses, i really don't think they're going to appreciate me calling and asking for more time, let alone six months, for a dog."

"I know I've been asking for a lot these past 8 years." I said, taking a step towards Death. He took a step back. "But i can't imagine life without Rascal. Hes the only thing i truly love, the only thing i deeply care for. Hes my entire world, the air i breathe and the love in my heart. I know that if i let you take him now, the next year is going to be the worst of my life. I'll miss him every day and night, and I'll ruin myself over him. Please, take us at the same time so i don't have to suffer. I'm begging you, Death. Please!"

Death winced, pursing his lips as he thought. He sighed. "Fine. Fine! I'll call, but don't expect a good answer." Death said, throwing his hands into the air. I jumped up and down with glee as he turned and began talking on the phone. I don't know what language celestial beings use but i couldn't understand what he was saying. Going by tone alone, it was a heated conversation. Death put a hand on his hip before flinging it out in mild irritation, then he nodded and chuckled in sarcasm.

I sat back down on the couch, reaching over and petting Rascal. His tail wagged and he lifted his head to look at me. His eyes were foggy with cataracts, but he could still see a bit through them. Enough to know he was looking at me, i think. Well, he could also probably identify me through smell, but i took solace in the idea that he could see me, the person who fought for him every year just so we could have more time to lay in bed and watch Adventure Time, so we could get hamburgers at the In n Out down the road, so we could watch Steel Magnolia's on the days we had to have a good cry.

I know deep down my request is selfish. Im the one with the attachment to Rascal; this old, tired dog. I need him to keep myself above water, and I'm sure he is more than ready to go. But i know I'll be miserable without him. I know if he dies I'll never be able to get over it. I'll live the last year of my life secluded to my bed, not eating or drinking or showering...I'll rot in that bed. I would much rather spend 6 months living with Rascal, doing all of the things I've always wanted to do before i die. I feel like Rascal wants that too.

Death finally hung up the phone. He turned back to me and sighed again. "You got what you wanted." He said. I jumped up and squeaked, bouncing about the room as Rascal stood up on the couch, howling excitedly. "You have six months to live, then i absolutely have to take you."

"You can have me!" I exclaimed.

"No, seriously." Death said. I stopped jumping. "You're done in six months. I can't do anything for you after that. I need you to understand that. You only have six months to live."

A pit opened up in my stomach, but i decided to ignore it. "I understand. Do it." I said.

Death nodded, then pulled a syringe from his coat pocket. He carefully approached and pressed the needle into the middle of my chest, pulling back on the stopper to suck up my life force. It came out as goopy, bright, iridescent, white liquid. Once he had enough, he pulled the needle out and started for Rascal. Rascal never liked needles, so I got on my knees and hugged his head into my chest so he didn't have to watch. Death injected six months into Rascal, with a small wimper from my best friend. Once he was done, Death pocketed the syringe again and took a step back from us.

"There. Remember, six months." Death said, wagging his finger at me. I knew he was trying to be stern, but i could see the pain in his eyes. "Try and make the most of them, okay?" He asked.

"We will." I smiled, petting Rascals head.

Death opened his mouth to reply, but decided against it. He took a step back, bursting into shadow. Then, it was just me and Rascal. We had six months, and we were going to live them to the fullest.

Ever since your dog was supposed to pass, you’ve bartered with Death to trade one year off of your lifespan to give to your dog. Today, you realize you’ve used them all up.

[star-mum]

"I thought about asking for it to be set in the beginning of season 2 but alas we have a conjoined mind"

1) the fact that you used fucking "alas" actually made me snort

2) IT'S TRUE APPARENTLY. Like there has been so many times when you have just said what I was already thinking lmao

3) Maggots by Ashnikko fucking SLAPS YESSS

4) I put in the detail about him wearing his pants low on his hips with no shirt cause you said in the comments of another fic that it kills you. And tbh I love it too. Give me boys with dicks loose in their pants and no shirt over a fancy suit ANY. TIME.

5) how did I know you're big shirt little pants? Cause I am too. AALL. THE. TIME. Like literally right now. It's insanely comfy. And it would drive Jason and Gar clinically insane to see you just lounging around in little shorts especially if they rode up 👀👀👀

6) ALSO THE CAT yes I remembered the picture you showed me and I was like 🥰 cute let's include the kitty

KSKSKKS “alas” is something I use way too often for no fucking reason -> I truly am the Schimdt in my group (for shame)

I LOVE THAT I GET THE COMMENTARY ON MY COMMENTARY IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY !!!

I have no recollection of saying that KSKSKS but now I think it might’ve been on Steamy ??? Cause he wears like the towel like that right? Or No Way Home also maybe, probably (i have an awful memory)

I TO AM WEARING BIG SHIRT LITTLE PANTS RIGHT NOW !! It’s actually cold for once in a fucking lifetime here (rainy and cold = coffee + books weather how perfect for me) so Im wearing my favorite big shirt with long sleeves, that I pretend in my mind palace/my brain of brains is borrowed from my 💫 current favorite blorbo 💫 (as of now Gar, cause I think his clothes could possibly fit me if he buys them baggy, Jason is still a fucking twink for that to be possible)

[misscarolineshelby]

Spanked

Part Three: The Proposal

Pairing: Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader

Words: 1,045

Warning: None…This is only the beginning!

Original Blog: @queenshelby (this is just my backup account as I have been having Tumblr issues)

Two weeks later…

Your heart fluttered when you saw his name pop up in the lower right side of your computer screen.

Over the past two weeks, you had learned that you weren’t the only one at the firm whose breathing quickened when they saw a notification from him and rumours had it that, if he sent you an email himself, you would either be fired or there is a serious issue he required you to fix.

In the company, Thomas Shelby was certainly known for his bluntly worded feedback, demanding expectations, and his particular style of putting employees on the spot and, whilst many of the females in his company took a liking in him, they feared him at the same time.

You quickly opened your inbox and clicked on the email. It was short and straight to the point.

‘My office at 4 o’clock. Don’t be late’ it said, giving you no indication on what this was about.

You had never been to his office and asked Lizzie where it was. She confirmed that it was on the top floor of the building and you already dreaded going in there even after you had run into him in the building almost every day for the past two weeks and he had never said anything bad to you.

***

At 3.50pm, you grabbed a pen and your notebook, flipping to a fresh page. You began mentally preparing yourself to speak to him, wishing his email had given you any inclination as to what he might want so you could prepare yourself further.

You found him rather intimidating and stood up and smoothed down your outfit which was a navy-blue dress that fitted you quite well. It clung to your small figure and it was yet another dress you had borrowed from your roommate.

You straightened the tight blazer you wore over it and fiddled with the long necklace that sat on your chest.

Clutching your notebook against your chest, you quickly made your way to the elevator which took you to Tommy’s office.

***

You approached his partially opened office door. Taking a deep breath, you hurried up to it and knocked twice on the door.

‘Come in’ Tommy called out, not bothering to lift his head up to face you.

You stepped in and stood waiting at the table that separated you while he finished typing a sentence in an email. You surveyed the office. It was extremely neat and tidy. It was also perfectly fitted out. In one corner, there was a side board with a record player and expensive bottles of whiskey while, on the other side of the room, there were some large book shelves.

‘I looked at the charitable contributions made by my Michael Grey two days ago. Was that your idea?��� he asked and you nodded nervously.

‘Mr Shelby, I know it is a lot of money but the penalties imposed by the tax department would have been higher and, at least this way, you will be seen to provide essential services to the community’ you explained, justifying your report to Michael Grey who was one of the senior business advisors of Shelby Company Limited.

‘Well, according to my cousin, you saved the business 800,000 pounds’ Tommy then said while looking up at you for the first time and instructing you to take a seat.

You nodded shyly in response to his comment and sat down in one of the large arm chairs in front of his desk. By this point, you were fidgeting your hands and it was obvious to Tommy that you were nervous.

‘Now, I need you to develop a plan to deal with some more money coming in next week. I want all of it invested across our different businesses’ he said.

‘How much are we talking about Mr Shelby?’ you asked.

’27 million pounds’ he responded, causing you to gulp.

’27 million pounds? The forecasts I’ve been given don’t show this kind of money coming into the business as a lump sum during this quarter’ you said somewhat surprised.

‘That’s correct’ Tommy said, looking at you sternly.

‘It’s off the books and you want me to launder the money?’ you asked nervously, assuming that this is what he was referring to.

‘I don’t like to use this word, Love. Let’s just say, I want you to get creative’ he explained and you were surprised that he had just admitted to you that his company was, indeed, involved in some illegal operations.

‘What makes you think that I agree to this? I could just go to the police instead’ you said somewhat surprised and, just as you did, Tommy began to laugh.

‘You have a 70,000-pound debt Love. University degrees are expensive. If you get creative with the company’s accounts, you will be debt free in no time. Your name will not appear on any of the accounts and, if there is formal investigation, your identity will be protected’ Tommy explained and, after you took a moment to think about what he was offering you, you nodded.

‘I want 5 cents on every dollar laundered’ you stammered after having gathered all your confidence.

‘Love, we work in pounds here, eh. It’s 27 million pounds’ Tommy clarified and you nodded again, but this time with a smile.

‘Yes, but I won’t be laundering the money through your UK businesses. It will be done through some brand-new enterprises in the US, which I will set up slowly. Thereby, no connection can be made to Shelby Company Limited’ you explained, causing to Tommy to nod with approval.

‘Alright, 5 cents in the dollar it is Love’ Tommy smirked before asking you to put together a proposal for his consideration and prepare all of the necessary paperwork and forecasts by the end of the week.

You nodded again before standing up and thanking Tommy for his time. Then, you walked towards the door while holding on to your notepad which is when Tommy said something else.

‘Y/N’ he said and you turned around to face him.

‘Yes Mr Shelby?’ you asked nervously.

‘The dress suits you’ he complimented you, causing you to blush.

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[black-coffee-and-sugar]

Magical thinking indeed:

- im just over here feeling warm cuz lena really referred to kara's apartment as 'home'. lena truly looked like one partner stuck entertaining the friends alone because the other partner is running late and didn't give an excuse for why

- also kara flying in through the window sans the suit cuz everyone knows now. im living for this

- nia just jumping over the backrest of the couch. it's about time these people actually started acting like friends and i would like to point out that we didn't get to this until lena was back and finally a full member of the super friends. i know im beating a dead horse but we could've had this seasons ago

- i actually forgot about the voldemort/harry thing going on with nxyly and kara but that's honestly on me for always watching these episodes after 2 glasses of wine

- brainy wasn't in this episode because??? like what does he have going on outside of the tower? are him and nia even dating? did we really give his screentime to william and fucking mitch? this is the 3rd game night scene he hasn't been in and im not a fan

- andrea is so mean but like...it's william

- also this embedding william with the super friends thing is utter BULLSHIT. have you ever watched a show that literally has to force a character into scenes? nothing about william's involvement is ever organic and the problem is persisting all because of a contrived connection the writers want to forge between him, kara and the super friends

- alex n j'onn, the gatekeepers of kara's secret, the former blacksite clandestine agents actually agreed to this and WHY

- alex not protecting her identity WHY

- lena's identity and magic needs to be a secret and yet there lena is, eye fucking with kara in the middle of tower in front of william, god and my fucking salad

- honestly if william doesn't figure out who they all are, since they're doing a shit job hiding it, he's just plain stupid

- i get the impression that kara is still too terrified of lena getting directly involved. she doesn't want her on nxyly's radar at all

- esme!

- rainbow bracelet. kelly as guardian still wearing that shit like a proud mom hanging their kids art on the fridge. im soft

- the foster parents were suspect from minute one but the way that woman just pushed that small child outside to defend them. like...what kind of psycho does that? and more importantly why were they NOT ARRESTED?!?!

- 'lena broke my brain'. you know that line was 100% nicole and i thank her for her service. that was hilarious

- nxyly is the first supergirl villain ive enjoyed since S2 lillian

- lena is not amused by william. same girl same

- but credit where credit is due, his baking story for once actually had some relevance and gave lena her epiphany about her mom's spell

- kara offering to go get the flower or whatever for lena because it's dangerous and lena's little and she doesn't want her to get hurt. protective kara we love to see it

- william: you protect lena, supergirl

my dude, unneeded instruction.

- kara being all cocky is peak content. lena's little smile at kara's casual display of strength. SAME LENA SAME

- for a minute i thought kara totally killed that guy with the flicked bullet

- nia's spidey senses tingling at the lover's quarrel kara and lena are about to have.

- im surprised they didn't bring up the brain washing because that was definitely the moment where lena believed it was for the greater good and she was being manipulative and ruthless with her vampire shirt

- can we say GROWTH tho. i love that kara and lena can disagree without all this bullshit drama like before. secrets are OUT honesty is IN. they're communicating and expressing their fears and leaning on each other. this. this is what i want

- also have to point out that lena is kara's humanity. WE BEEN KNEW but that shit is canon now. so is kara being hopeful and happy around lena. and kara no longer feeling alone because lena is back. i can't believe im winning

- so so so last week lena says 'i believe in you' and now kara says it. before it was 'good luck' 'you too'. the way the writers avoid the explicit use of 'i love you' just makes it louder

- currently thinking about the 'i believe in a thing called love' episode and im already losing my mind

- lena and nia god i love them together. their scenes totally feel like genuine katie and nicole vibes.

- yo the stunt work was actually decent? dreamer's black widow style flip. the dansen banter while kicking ass. is...is this still supergirl? im not used to being fed like this

- dansen telepathy. they just agreed 'yep esme is the one'

- did veeta not say that there's a 'prescribed order to the totems'? so why are they now picking whichever totem they feel like?

- ngl the super friends have been the cause of literally all the city's major issues this entire season

- lena does the spell she didn't want to do because??? like that's not even me being a little shit i think i might have missed that cuz i don't understand the chain of events that led to her changing her mind when she was so adamantly against it

- these incompetent heroes continue their idoicy by letting william write this article WHY. they are not running on taxpayer dollars. they don't owe the public shit. they're actually breaking many laws as vigilantes and 'borrowing' satellites and god knows what else

- andrea has no journalistic integrity. or common decency. she's still hot tho

- william growing a pair. good for him but did he and apparently Andrea forget about the 'no competing' clause in the contracts?

- ending with supercorp domestic fluff 2 episodes in a row. bruh don't touch me

- lena: I'm not using my fingers

kara: I'm going to

this is the new 'i don't think about you while im doing it'

it's all so deliberate. they're SO LOUD

[sugar-quilled]

ron weasley x reader

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a/n: i slipped from the topic a little bit, pretty sure what i wrote isn't teasing, and if you'd like me to change it just tell me :)

summary: While visiting Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, Ron's clothes get sucked into a machine. All of them, except for his boxers.

genre: comedy and (im not sure if this counts as fluff but) fluff

word count: 1.6k

pronouns: not used

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Diagon Alley was packed, as it always was at the start of a term. Underneath a beautifully clear sky, students were seen hurrying to purchase potion ingredients and new robes. Those that had already purchased the items on their Hogwarts list were seen crowding around a new and extremely flashy building.

The store front was painted in a shocking orange color, with a large figure standing inside a window and tipping his top hat to the surrounding crowd below. In neat, gold printing, the store was identified to be none other than Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

You entered through the door amongst other eager shoppers, and immediately heard a circus-like music, coupled with the chatter of about 50 people.

Shelves on shelves of brightly colored goods and at least 4 oddly built staircases met your eyes. Immediately to your left was a brightly colored display of candy. Your walked closer, and Fred and George Weasley popped out from a counter nearby.

"Taking a look at those nosebleed nougats are you, Y/N?"

"We've got samples over here if you like-"

"Just eat the red and you'll see the red!"

"And one bite of the other side will stop it just like that."

"And fever fudge!"

"There's only a bit of those puking pastilles left, clearly we're due for a restock, Fred."

"Well, Y/N, welcome to our shop and go enjoy yourself! Call us if you need any help and we'll be right by your side in a jiffy. Now come on, George, one kid over there looks mightily suspicious."

You smiled after the twins' backs, not even angry that they hadn't let you get a word in, when you spotted Ron Weasley taking a look at Headless Hats—now on sale for 1 galleon and 8 sickles! Your previous conversation (could you even call it a conversation?) with the twins immediately left your brain and you made your way over.

Ron had been a long time crush of yours. In fact, the two year anniversary of your feelings was yesterday, and you celebrated by having a whole-hearted sobbing fest while your friends stared awkwardly at each other and tried to console you. Not that your friendship wasn't something to be happy about, but Merlin you just wished you could hold his hand. Romantically. You didn't think Ron could ever like you, what with his being best friends with Hermione Granger who was both insanely smart and jaw-droppingly gorgeous.

"Ron! It's nice to see you!"

He immediately swung around and burst into a very toothy grin. "Y/N! It's nice to see you too! What's up?"

You smiled back. "Nothing much! Your brothers' shop is gorgeous! The, uhh, those nosebleed nougats are really fascinating. And you? How was your summer?"

Ron put a headless hat down and strode closer to you to check out a row of punching telescopes. "Quite uneventful, to be honest. But yeah this stuff they came up with? Have you seen the smart-answer quills? Blimey I'd never have to ask Hermione for help again! And those fainting fancies. Reckon Snape'll believe one of those?"

You laughed. "Are you planning to faint during a lecture? It's our N.E.W.T year, you'll need all the information you can get."

Just then, Fred and George appeared right behind you.

"Having a good conversation, Ron?" Fred said cheerfully, elbowing Ron in the ribs—"Ow, Fred leave us alone!"—"Do you two want to check out the back?"

"Just don't steal anything, Y/N," George winked.

"Unless that something is Ron's heart," Fred muttered. Or you thought he muttered. But the twins' expressions had been wiped blank so that you couldn't tell whether Fred had really said it, and Ron had busied himself in untangling two extendable ears, so whether he had blushed or hadn't, you also couldn't tell.

"Lead the way, George!" Fred chortled, and swept away.

"Alright then. Right this way, you two!"

George led you and Ron, whose mouth seemed to be clamped shut, weaving past shelves higher than you to a door at the very back of the store. A small plaque on the door said: "Weasleys Working: In Progress." He twisted open the door, and beckoned both of you in. Right in front of you was a huge lab and packaging station. You could see potions brewing to your right, and to your left, there were two witches packaging a box of puking pastilles.

"So," George started, "welcome to our work station! Y/N, you might have seen a big gray thing over there upon entrance." He pointed. You looked. "That is actually something we've just installed in and its a bit of muggle machinery. Michelle and Rosalyn over there," he nodded towards the two witches, "used to have to do all the wand work manually but this big old thing makes some parts automatic. Quite useful!"

You stared at the big metal machine. There was a sort of chute at one end, and a big pipe leading up and into the ceiling.

"Well, I'll leave you two to it, and Michelle and Rosalyn," he called, "would you mind helping me out in the main area? Fred's left to check on the upstairs, and there's too many people waiting in line for purchasing." George gave Ron a ginormous wink, and left the room. The door swung back and clicked to a close.

You walked over to the muggle machine, very aware of Ron trailing behind you.

"Blimey, that thing's big. What does it even do?"

"I don't know, it looks like something that deposits goods into this bin under it. I'm not really sure where the goods come from though."

Ron circled the massive thing twice, and the second time, he tripped over a wire. Thankfully, he managed to stand himself upright with one hand leaning on the machine.

You laughed at him, and he looked embarrassedly back with a forced chuckle.

Then there was a loud whirring noise, and as Ron turned around in fright, the thing began sucking.

You were wrong. It didn't deposit things. It took them to be deposited.

With a frantic yell and many grabs at a nearby table, Ron's clothes ripped off. The machine sent them rattling through the chute and the whirring noise came to a stop.

Well. Not all of his clothes.

Ron was left standing in a pair of heart adorned boxers. Red hearts.

He tried his best to cover himself, but seeing as he only had two hands and more than two things on display, it was quite difficult.

You realized that you were staring and quickly looked away.

Ron was carefully looking at anywhere but your face.

After quite a long time's silence, your croaked out, "nice boxers, uh... dude," while looking at the ceiling. A giggle escaped despite your attempts at keeping it in, and you were sure Ron's face now matched the color of his hair.

"If you tell this to Gred- I mean, Fred or Gor- George, I'll-" he started shakily, "I'll die."

Seeing as he wasn't threatening you and assuming this meant friendly conversation could be engaged, you stammered, "they really suit you. You know, the red and all. Although I'd suggest a green pair next time. Because of the color wheel and those two are compl-"

Ron had burst into shaky, suppressed laughter.

"Never- never mind my fashion choices, how the bloody hell am I supposed to get my clothes back?"

"Well I don't see why you want them back. I mean think of the ladies you'd get by walking down the street with this lovely attire. Maybe for accessories you can add a bit more red by eating a nosebleed nougat, I'm sure I saw a few when I entered."

Both of you were laughing now, but a yell of shock from upstairs made both of you jolt.

"Oh no, no, no," Ron muttered, darting his eyes around as if trying to find a hiding spot, "Fred's upstairs, he knows what I was wearing, oh no, no-"

The door swung open. Fred was standing in the doorway looking highly amused.

"Ron, I thought you said you'd never wear those! Aunty Muriel will be pleased her present wasn't a waste of money!" Fred exclaimed, striding into the room and circling Ron, who was shaking fiercely. "They do compliment your hair, maybe I'll have to borrow the pair one day."

You choked back a laugh, bursting a vein for sure, when Fred rounded on you.

"I didn't know you two were already on this level of your relationship. Looks like Ron here neglected to tell me some bits!" Fred said cheerfully, waving his wand so that Ron looked perfectly normal again, except that his entire face was now the same color as the hearts on the boxers underneath the normality.

"Well I daresay you two have looked around, I was up there nearly 10 minutes," Fred continued, gesturing towards the door, "and Y/N, regrettably we have no products that erase recent memories-"

"Shut up," Ron muttered, walking towards the door.

"-but the idea is certainly a brilliant one and I'll be sure to start developing it." Fred gave a hearty wink as both Ron and you had exited the room, and closed the door.

You looked at Ron. He looked back.

"Well you know I never said I wanted to erase that memory. You did look quite marvelous."

Ron laughed, though his face still looked like he supported the UK Quidditch team.

"You should really take my suggestion of that green pair, and I wouldn't mind seeing how that looks either."

Both of you doubled over in laughter.

"And," you choked, "a pair of shoes to match wouldn't hurt either, though I daresay you'd rather go barefoot? Shoes shouldn't be worn to bed, after all."

There were definitely tears coming out your eyes now, and the two of you stumbled drunkily, still shaking with laughter, out the shop and down the ever so full streets of Diagon Alley.

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expect the unexpected | 19

(images in between and in the end)

Jin had just picked up his two oldest and is now back in his office. It’s been a long day. Having Haneul alone with him was already a hard time but adding two more? He tried his best to maintain his composure as Yeonjun told him the rest of the schedule for today. 

“So right now we have all this paperwork to go through because it has to be sent out today, and then we have to go to a video shoot at 4:30pm. Jungkook should be here soon. Afterwards, when we get back, we have a meeting regarding the promotional photoshoots for the new drama, Save Me, with their Director, Producer, and the seven lead actors.” Yeonjun says. “I heard it’s really good. Kind of confusing actually when I saw the trailer. There’s this seven group of friends and they all make some sort of bad decision in their lives and they.. Well not all of them but I think some of them die? Then come back to life? I don’t know, but one of them is a time traveler I think..” Yeonjun trailed on, looking up as he thought back to the trailer.                              

Although, Jin wasn’t really listening. 

“Dad, what does this word mean?” Minseok asks, pointing to his book. 

“Daddy can we get ice cream in the cafeteria,” Soojin says, holding onto the door knob. 

“Carry meee,” Haneul whines, he’s standing by Jin’s leg, trying to climb onto his dad’s lap.

“Anyways,” Yeonjun says, going back on track. “It should be fun. They’ll be here around 6pm. Which, I understand, is around dinner time, but it was the only available time they had for a meeting. This drama was a big hit on webtoon. It’s good exposure for us for them to use our studio.” 

“Dad!” Minseok called, he’s now standing next to Jin. “Can you help me please? I don’t know this word.”

“DDDAAAAAADDDYY!” Soojin yells. “Can we please get ice cream!”

“Caaarryyy meeeeee!” Haneul screams, bursting into tears. 

Jin drops his head into his hands. “My head. Is going. To ex-plode.”

“Minseok, I’ll help you with your homework, come with me,” Yeonjun says, finally realizing how tired and stressed Jin was. Minseok glances at his dad before walking towards Yeonjun and grabbing onto his hand that he was holding out. Then Soojin came running to Jin’s side, where Minseok was just standing.

“Daddy you’re not listening to me,” Soojin frowns. Jin turns to the side and looks at her. His sweet, precious daughter. The one he can never say no to.

“Soojin it’s cold, you’re going to get sick if you eat ice cream,” Jin calmly says. “And you haven’t even done your homework yet. Go with Minseok and Uncle Yeonjun and do your homework with them.”

Soojin’s lip starts to quiver, “but I just want to eat a little bit. I can do my homework when I’m done…” 

“Soojin, daddy said no. Now go,” Jin says, turning to the side to pick up Haneul. He was still crying his eyes out. Soojin looked down, a big frown on her face and tears started running down her face. Jin was too busy wiping Haneul’s tears away and shushing him that he didn’t know Soojin was crying until he heard her sobbing when she walked away. 

“Soojin,” Jin called out. She didn’t answer, nor did she look back. “Soojinie,” Jin calls again. “Yah, Kim Soojin!”

“w-AHH!” Jin yells, the three, Yeonjun, Minseok, and Soojin all looked back at Jin when they heard him yell.

Yeonjun has never seen him so mad before. 

Jin puts down Haneul and stands up. 

Hot coffee dripped down his suit. His tie and white dress shirt was completely soaked. 

Jin puts both hands on his desk, leaning forward as he sighs. 

Haneul wasn’t done crying, flailing his hand around and started hitting things on the table, grabbing things, causing Jin’s cup of coffee to come flying at his chest. Not to mention, spilling all over the paperwork that had to be done.

“Sir, I have a sweatshirt you can borrow in my bag,” Yeonjun says, standing up immediately to grab his duffle bag. He usually worked out in the gym Jin had a whole floor of in his building. “You can change into it now so you don’t get all sticky,” he says, handing a white sweatshirt to Jin. Jin says a quiet thank you, grabbing the sweatshirt from Yeonjun and placing it on the back of his chair as he took off his blazer, his tie, and his white dress shirt. 

Haneul was still sniffling and he quickly ran to Yeonjun when he made eye contact with his dad. 

“Yeonjun,” Jin says. “Do you have the soft copy for these,” he says, pointing to the sticky mess on his table.

“Yes sir,” Yeonjun says, running over to get his laptop. “I’ll send them to you right now.” Jin sounded awfully calm right now, which scared the kids even more. Minseok was fidgeting with his book as he looked at his dad and Soojin was sitting next to him, playing with her hands. Haneul was standing by the couch, trying to hide. He would take small glances at his dad as he watched him clean up the mess he made.

“And also, we can’t cancel the meeting so just make sure our guests feel welcome when they come here for our meeting. I’ll connect from my laptop because we’ll be going home soon. I’ll continue my work there. You’re in charge here, make sure everyone is in that meeting and please have someone set up a TV in our boardroom so they can all see me when I connect. Umm, yeah, that’s all-- Oh, I won’t be there for the video shoot. We won’t get anything done and will only be a bother if I come with the kids so just go with Jungkook okay?”

“Okay sir.” 

“Kids pack your stuff, we’re going to leave in a bit,” Jin says, going back to cleaning his desk. The kids hurriedly grabbed their things, stuffing it into their backpacks.

Jin wasn’t mad often, but when he was…

He’s definitely scary.

-

“Hello everyone, first of all, thank you all for being here. I apologize that I couldn’t be there with you in person. I really wanted to be there but I am working as both CEO and dad tonight,” Jin says lightheartedly. He watches everyone smile through his laptop. “Second of all, I want to apologize beforehand. My three kids might pop up here and there and interrupt, but I talked to them before this and we should be okay. But just in case,” Jin says, raising his head to see if the kids are nearby. His office had clear doors for him to be able to see the kids.

“Okay, so it looks like the coast is clear,” Jin jokes, we can start our meeting now. Jin nods his head, gesturing for the first person to go ahead and start off the meeting. First they had to talk about the drama and it’s concept so they can have a feel of how they can take the photos. 

“Daddy,” Jin hears from the side. He shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath before moving his head out of frame to see Haneul peeking in the room. “I want to stay with you..” 

Jin mutes his mic before talking to Haneul. 

“Daddy’s in the meeting, can you please go to your brother and sister and wait until I’m done?”

Haneul shakes his head no, walking towards Jin. “I want to stay with youu~” He says, trying to climb onto Jin’s lap yet again.

Jin sighs, pulling Haneul up and placing him on his lap. 

“What do you think, Mr. Kim?” 

Jin’s eyes widened, unmuting himself. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

The director laughs. “We’re thinking of doing one concept as school themed. Since the seven characters will be meeting at school in the drama. Would we be able to do that?”

“Yes, that sounds good. We have school props that we can use for the photoshoots, like desks and the blackboard. Yeonjun show them a picture that we have from a previous photoshoot where we did a school concept.”

“I don’t like that,” Haneul says, causing a few heads to look up. Jin looks down and shushes him. 

“It’s not for you to like,” he says.

-

As the meeting went on, Haneul got bored and began picking at things on the table. 

“Haneul please don’t touch anything,” Jin says, moving Haneul’s hand away from the table and holding onto them.

“What is it Mr. Kim?”

“Oh no sorry, I was talking to my son. Please,” Jin says, moving a hand to gesture to the camera. “Continue.”

After Jin lets go of Haneul’s hands, he immediately slams a hand on the keyboards, shutting it off.

“What did you do!” Jin yells. Trying to turn the laptop back on but it looks like it froze or something because it wasn’t turning on.

“I don’t want to be in the meeting,” Haneul says, watching Jin frantically trying to get his laptop to work. Jin sighs in annoyance, grabbing Haneul and putting him down next to him.

“Then why didn’t you stay with your siblings?” He says. “This is an important meeting Haneul, I was already supposed to be there in person and now I can’t even join--”

“I just want to play--”

“I’m speaking right now,” Jin says to him, turning to look him in the eye. 

“Okay,” Haneul answers quietly. 

“Is that right or not?”

“That’s right.”

“You did something wrong, do you agree?” 

Haneul nods, his lip beginning to quiver and his eyes starting to water. 

“Go stand in the corner, you’re in a time out,” Jin tells him, nodding to the corner of his office. Haneul burst into tears as he ran to the corner where his dad told him to go, holding his face in his hands.

“Stay there until I finish my meeting,” Jin tells him, returning back to his laptop. It still wasn’t turning on. 

Jin runs his hand through his hair, scratching the back of his head. He grabs his phone and texts Yeonjun.

“Haneul shut off my laptop and it’s not turning on. I’ll connect through my phone just give me a few minutes.”

-

expect the unexpected

♡ part nineteen: daddy said no ♡ 

pairings: ceo, dad!jin x interior designer, mom!reader

a/n: the part where jin says “im speaking right now” to “you did something wrong do you agree?” and everything in between was a real convo between him and yoongi when he kept talking while jin was talking😭 i’ll reblog this later with a link lol

edit: actually here it is: 0:39-0:44

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[asterssunzephyr]

c!Shelby uses She/They/He pronouns here; contains ocs(theyre mobs>:) & I can explain why later)

The princess awoke to a loud crash at her front door and someone very loudly apologizing. Sighing, she got up and changed from her sleep clothes so she could find out who disturbed her sleeping; what time was it anyway? Looking at the clock on the wall, she figured it was almost time for her to get up anyway. With another sigh and fake smile plastered on her face, she descended down the stairs to the front of her castle.

"Good morning! Welcome to Glimmergrove, how may I help- Osiris! Are you okay?"

She hurried to the skeleton helper that laid on the ground with a frown, being a skeleton they could only really nod or use sign language. So, they resorted to a nod and looked at the person who was now stumbling over their words. Katherine stood up, helped Osiris up, and turned to the culprit of knocking her friend onto the floor.

"Is there something I may help you with, or do you have anything to say to my friend here?"

She didn't care to look at their face, or outfit for a matter of fact, until they spoke.

"Princess! Oh i'm so so sorry im still learning how to land with this broom and I wasn't paying attention and I didnt mean to knock your friend over, which by the way, sorry again-"

The local, er- only witch, Shelby stopped talking the second she made eye contact with the princess. He felt their face’s heat up while stumbling over her words even more than she was.

"Oh! Shelby, hi! What brings you to GlimmerGrove?"

Her attitude did a full 180° upon seeing the witch she has, quite well in her opinion, acquainted herself with. Much to the disappointment of her parents; but who was Katherine Elizabeth, Princess of GlimmerGrove, if not a rebel to her parents rule? Exactly, no one.

"Ah- well- Dawn, Princess Gem's kingdom im sure youve been there, is holding a ball! She formally invited me, actually, hand delivering the invite to the Evermoore! Can you believe it? The sun princess, hand delivering something to me! ME! I thought she would've hated me and the evermoore but guess not! haha."

"Oh! Yes yes the annual sun and moon ball I believe? I attended often when I was younger but have become quite the busy bee.. Especially with all the monster slaying I've done recently."

She trusted Shelby, and she knew the Great Witch wouldn't tell her parents about her side hobby.

"So, did you come to inform me about the ball approaching and hand deliver my invite as well?"

She smiled, at the way the shorter flushed immediately at the implications of Katherine not knowing or having not received the invite.

"No! Yes? Uh- wait-.. I came to formally ask for you to uh.. be my date. Princess Gem had told me that the only way I can attend is with a date.."

"A new rule it seems.. Very well! I shall accompany you to the ball as your date. I formally accept."

The little wink she added at the end of her sentence probably didn't help the high Shelby already was on, as her face flushed more and caused the princess to smile.

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It was the day of the ball and all Shelby could not stop thinking of how he looked, if Katherine was okay with going as her date, or if Katherine would even be fine being seen with her after the ball.. Gods, He hoped they were at least presentable.

Sausage had let her borrow one of his suits for the ball; A nice, forest green suit with a purple dress shirt and a plain black tie; They wondered why he never wore it, but then again suits tended to not be casual wear like dresses.

Shrugging the thought off, she summoned her broom and took off; In the direction of Glimmergrove.

Upon arriving, He immediately hopped off her broom and called into the rather bare castle — It was a beautiful castle! She had to admit that of course, but there wasn't much decoration and if he ever had the chance; Well, Great Witch Shelby would change that if Katherine let her.

Speaking of Katherine, the witch believes They’ve never seen anyone prettier; Her date- Best friend! His best friend was in a beautiful dress and honestly? Shelby believed she was facing a goddess rather than a princess.

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Hearing her name called honestly scared Katherine, having not expected Shelby to be so early. Early? What time was it? Turning to the grandfather clock on the wall of her bedroom, she realized Shelby was actually on time and she was the one late.

Anxiety flowed through her veins as she stood and stared at the mirror; Her dress was floor length without her heels, a pretty light pink dress with green and purple flowers(A personal touch after buying the bland dress, she figured it was the least she could do.)

Grabbing some makeup, she hovered the foundation pad over the burn on her neck; She was curling her hair with a gift from Joel when she returned the Stratosphere. Unfortunately, she burned her neck with it when Shelby called out and startled her; Before the makeup could even touch her neck she put it down and decided that she could just cover it with her hair.

Quickly grabbing her white heels and slipping them on, she descended the stairs and came face to face with the witch — Well, almost face to face. They were down the empty corridor from one another, and wow. The suit that Shelby was in really complimented the golden eyes of the short witch.

Katherine didn't believe anything was wrong with Shelby's height, a mere 4 inch difference between the two - and she believed it to be absolutely adorable -but the way the sunset glowed behind the witch made her look ethereal, almost unreal. She loved it so much.

Shaking her head, the princess plastered the smile she only had when seeing Shelby and quickly approached her.

"Good evening, Great Witch."

"Ah- Good Evening, Princess! You look beautiful.. I mean, you always look beautiful but- wow.."

A laugh, her own laugh she recognized it anywhere, following an even wider smile; Her freckles being much more noticeable with the blood rushing to her face from Shelby's compliment.

"I know what you mean, Shelby.. You look wonderful too. Much better than being covered in mud with your hair a mess."

A very teasing wink was added at the end of her sentence, watching the witch's face erupt into shades of red and a stuttering mess.

"I- you uh- we- We should get going! Yeah? So we can uh, make it before we're late?"

"Of course, after you?"

Watching the shorter nod and walking outside(presumably to summon her broom, which took a moment. We're all witches brooms so stubborn?). Soon after, the (4 inches.) taller woman followed behind and waited for an invite to be on the broom.

"Might wanna hold on tight, Princess. This ride can be a little rough with the winds and I don't want you to fall off."

A simple nod from Katherine, following the orders of her date and wrapping her arms around Shelby's waist.

"You don't mind this, right?"

Please, she could hear Shelby's heart racing with Katherine's hands around her waist.

"Yep! Just fine Princess! Now again, hold on tight."

At that, they took off and gods if it wasn't for Shelby's safety measures; Well, Katherine was sure she would've fallen off. On, what could be called instinct, the take off Katherine's grip around the shorter tightened and she laid her head on Shelby's shoulder; staring in front of them rather than looking down.

Now, Katherine wasn't afraid of heights(She refused to believe she was afraid of anything), but at such high speeds from the broom and the wind whistling in her ear? It was undeniable that she was scared, and if anything her grip on the witch was proof of such a statement.

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Coming to land in Dawn wasn't that bad, rather easily with all the roads leading to town square and the market, well. Typically it wasn't that bad, but with crowds of people in both places, Shelby opted on landing outside the kingdom gate. She figured it would be better anyway, easier to leave if Katherine wanted to do so early.

"Shall we?"

"We Shall."

Descending on foot into the busy kingdom actually proved to be a lot easier than when on a broom. They wondered if Gem was greeting people at the lighthouse, which now thinking about it, he probably should've used his broom to get over there.. but there was a bridge! so they can't complain too much.

"Great Witch Shelby, Princess Katherine! Wonderful to see the two of you here. Together?"

"Yes, actually! Shelby asked me to be her date after you invited her. It's wonderful to see you."

"Wonderful to see you as well Katherine. You go on in, I have to talk to Shelby about something."

Oh no. She knew what that meant, and It meant nothing good. Katherine leaving her alone with the rather intimidating sun princess (She heard how Gem was able to scare a god into giving her bees.) was not a very confident boosting situation.

Being pulled away from the entrance by the same princess who scared an 11'0 God was an experience to say the least.

"Uh- so- is this you saying you didn't mean to invite me and got me mixed up with someone else and that you hate me or?"

"Hate you? Why would I hate you? And I hand delivered that invite, who would I have confused the Great Witch Shelby with?"

Watching Gem shake her head with a smile on her face slightly got rid of Shelby's worry.

"Then uh.. what did you need to talk about?"

"Katherine is a great friend of mine, and I'm trusting you with her Shelby. Dont break her heart and we can stay allies."

"Yes Ma'am!"

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She couldn't hear what Gem and Shelby were talking about, and she couldn't see Shelby's face but something inside her sparked with jealousy as Gem smiled at her date, but Katherine knew Gem wouldn't do anything stupid enough to try and convince Shelby to ditch her (At least she hoped. She didn't wanna abandon the princess alliance over Shelby.), but all her fears dissipated when Shelby turned around and smiled at Katherine before heading over. Oh, okay. Well that's good, right?

The night was good, young, and she had Shelby as her date! Perfect, right? Almost perfect. Joey had come to her while Shelby was getting them honey-flavored drinks and soon opened his mouth; How he'll 'win her over' and 'be the pirate king that she needs' and all that drama.

Then Shelby came back, and she figured the only reason Joey shut up is because of how she smiled at the witch and got up to meet him halfway. Glancing back towards where she was sitting, She saw Sausage talking to him and saying something - Both the Eversea King and Sanctuary Guardian's face lighting up with blood. Whatever Sausage said formed a positive reaction from Joey since they were not immediately locked in battle.

"Think Sausage can calm Joey down better than anyone else."

"Seems so, huh?"

"With the Pirate distracted, may I have this dance m'lady?"

"Of course you may."

Hand in hand, Shelby led her to the dance floor - spinning her as soon as their feet hit the border; and that's how the night went, the two of them dancing together and taking everything the party had to offer. Genuinely, Katherine enjoyed the night she had.

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"Hey, Shelby? Can we detour? I don't really want to go home right now. I'm enjoying the night too much."

"Of course, where do you wanna go Princess?"

"As long as I'm with you, I don't care."

Slowing down as they came to a clearing right outside the evermoore; Sometimes she uses it to get the wood he needs for building, or the shroomlights from the nether woods. They had cleared out her work stuff and left it as is, a clearing. He figured she should've done something to decorate it; It was pretty, just looked almost as bland as Katherine's castle. Save for the fireflies perhaps, maybe they added decor with their glow.

"This place is beautiful, Shelby."

"Really? I think it's kinda bland but-"

"I promise, it's the perfect place to spend the rest of our night."

She didn't say much more, staring at the monster slayer/princess. Shelby wasn't too good at taking care of herself, so she figured Katherine especially wasn't with her dual identity as a princess and a monster slayer. She wondered what classifies a Witch as a Monster in Katherine's book — He also didn't want to find that out so keeping their mouth shut seemed the route to go here.

"Think you can dance without music, Princess?"

"I'm sure I can, Witch."

The smile that found its way onto Shelby's lip wasn't far from admiration, or love if one wanted to go that far and Shelby certainly didn't. The memory of what Katherine said a few months ago at the festival, right before the hermits had shown up, still acted as a fresh wound to her heart. Nonetheless, it didn't matter to him. Katherine had bigger problems than Shelby's heartache when hearing how the latter speaks about her; She had a curse to deal with! Which, yes, Shelby was working on and managed to get good progress on with the help of Tango. Honestly? She missed the blue haired boy who declared himself her apprentice. If anything, she missed the hermits' home more than her own; yet the hermits left a piece of them for the empires, The HermitTopia(Or, Hermit-agedon as he's heard Scar call it before.)

Turning her attention back to the princess, Shelby took her hand and pulled her closer; Sure, they had a height difference but who cares? Not they, not in this moment, not with the prettiest woman Shelby's ever met. Resting his hand on Katherine's waist, she took her other hand and gently held Katherine's; The two now in a proper dancing stance.

They moved in sync, Katherine following every move Shelby made while she made decisions on the spot. It wasn't hard to tell that they both have learned ballroom dancing; The Witch's Academy required it, and Katherine's parents likely did too. It didn't stop them however, their movements were far too graceful to be anything but perfect and surely if they had a crowd around them, people would be too stunned to speak.

Shelby was sure that Katherine was a goddess in disguise(she actually had the same idea about Princess Gemini!) and was sure he was just some pawn in the game of gods. They wouldn't care, as long as she was Katherine’s favorite pawn. Honestly, being anyone's favorite won over being the academy's least favorite.

Their dance soon came to an end, and they stood still for a moment; staring in each other's eyes before hesitantly backing away.

“Would you like to stay the night in the evermoore? I have a really cool place I just built that we can watch the stars on and then we can go inside to sleep.”

“Would it be alright with you if we went straight to sleep instead? After all the dancing, my feet are aching due to these heels.”

“You could've told me! I could have taken your heels for you!”

“It's fine! Really.”

With a sigh, Shelby simply nodded.

“Of course we can go to bed, mi vida.”

“Spanish? Has Sausage been teaching you?”

“Yeah.”

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The two made their way into Shelby’s room, and honestly Katherine forgot that Osiris and Mylo spoke often enough for Mylo to have clothes that fit her for the night. Katherine wondered if Mylo had an extra set of clothes for the other empires too or if she was an exception. She kinda wished she was an exception but knew she likely wasn't. Especially considering she wasn't the only one to have spent the night with Shelby; Sausage has frequent sleepovers in the evermoore(or.. wherever he wants. Free souls like his makes her envious.)

After changing into the clothes Mylo had given her, she sat on Shelby’s bed and smiled at the witch coming from the attic. She's never been up there, but she knew that's where Shelby kept her storage.

“Ready to sleep mi vida?”

Katherine couldn't even begin to explain what Shelby speaking Spanish did to her(spoiler: it's gay panic.)

“Yeah! Where do you-?”

“My bed is big enough for both of us, and Mylo if he wanted. He doesn't sleep- at least not near me? I think its cause he's from the nether-”

She knew she was red, sharing the same bed with someone she undoubtedly had a crush on? Plus! She was a cuddler! Ugh, how was she supposed to live in this world? Exactly, She couldn't! Well- No, she had to stay for Shelby. She realized a few weeks before the dance that she was romantically attracted to the witch, yet figured Shelby no longer felt that way due to how the festival went.. She had to thank Pearl and Impulse for knocking her into place with her feelings(How could someone that you've only known for two weeks be able to read your feelings better than you?).

“Kath, you okay? You're burning up.”

It wasn't until that statement, that Katherine realized two things:

Shelby’s hand was on her forehead

How close they were.

“Yeah! Yep! I’m good!. That sounds so unconvincing. I'm sorry..”

“No! No it's fine, really! Haha. I was really close there sorry-”

“We’ve been a lot closer tonight than just that, Shelby.”

“Yeah..”

They sat in silence for a second, Katherine feeling the bed dip next to her — Likely to indicate Shelby had sat down.

“..Can we talk? You don't have to, I can do the speaking..”

“Go on?”

“So.. uh… Remember what I said at the festival?...”

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Oh. That's what this was about. Of course he remembered, her heart shattered that day — Of course, They werent gonna go tell Katherine that; She knew how Katherine felt, and she was fine being friends because he has no reason to ask for anything more.

“Oh uh.. Yeah.. I do.”

“I.. I want to apologize for what I said.”

“What? Why? I'm not entitled to anything and if that stupid pirate-”

“Shelby.. Joey hasn't said anything. Remember when the hermits were here? For the month following the festival?.. Gods I should've said something sooner but-”

“Oh, yeah. Scott and Joel left days before us and the rest of us had to panic and nearly get trapped.”

“Shelby thats not the point- The point is, Pearl and Impulse made me realize that I’m really really fucking gay.”

“Oh- Wait did you just cuss?!”

“That's what you're worried about??? Shelby I'm literally in love with you and you're worried about me cussing???”

“YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH ME?!”

“I had a similar reaction when I realized, Now can I please kiss you?”

“Yes. Please kiss me.”

It was awkward, of course. After all, this is their first kiss and they weren't sure how to be good at it. Well, it was Shelby’s second kiss, but first with Katherine. Win-win in her book! Especially since they can now make Joey fully come to the understanding that Katherine isn't romantically interested in him. Triple win for the Great witch.

Kissing Katherine felt like everything Shelby’s ever wanted and more. Like heaven on earth, with how gentle they both were and how chaste the kisses were. He wanted more, they enjoyed kissing Katherine. It was perfect, she was perfect, this moment was perfect.

Until they heard a grunt and mumble, which caused both of them to pull from the kiss and Shelby took in how red Katherine was; He probably was no better.

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This, by itself, is a wip. Im continuing to work and it and who knows maybe tumblr gets to see the full version before ao3.

Anyway, Im Zephyr & I like to write the gays:D. Thinking the next post is gonna bc about the mobs or my headcanons for the esmp s1 & 2 members.

Eh, We can see what come first

[savoies]

ill take the floor - patrick moynihan.

summary: only one bed trope.

word count: 1.3k.

warnings: maybe one bad word.

a/n: so here it is, one of the only tropes i have not written yet. hope you enjoy and of course thank you to caitee (@joelsfarabees ) for saying do it. this went through about four drafts so uhm enjoy! italicized and bolded is going back in time.

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Summer. Something everyone looked forward to. No more school. No more having to worry about loads of assignments and time to finally wind down and relax. For certain people that meant going on trips, going to the beach, or just staying home. But for the Moynihan family that meant renting up a beach house or cabin.

It happened every year. Having Patrick away at college and not having much free time, it was a nice way to spend some time together.

This year Patrick suggested somewhere up in the mountains where him and his buddies from Providence had gone for winter break earlier in the year. Apparently everyone else on the east coast had the same idea as him because as they made their arrangements only one cabin was up for grabs and they took it without much consideration.

In three days they would drive out three hours to their destination travel spot. So after much talk Patrick and his sister Ciara were in their living room helping their parents set everything up that needed to be taken care of.

"So Pat excited to see Y/N?" Ciara said as she looked up at her twin brother.

"Considering i haven't seen her in person this whole school year yeah im pretty excited." He smiled as he thought about seeing you again. He missed you even though you guys talked whenever you could.

"So are you gonna make a move on her this year?" Ciara said suggestively as she wiggled her eyebrows.

"I dont know what you are talking about." Patrick said as he placed the rest of his bags by the door.

"Oh I see the way you look at her." Ciara said.

You were a mutual friend. But over the years of knowing each other you grew closer to Patrick, maybe even developing a small crush on him along the way. They had invited you over to the cabin to catch up. You being away at college. Ciara knew about your crush on her brother and how her brother felt about you so she had made it her mission to get you guys to get closer on this trip. Or at least for one of you to make a move on the other.

Everyone arriving safely at the cabin except some bickering between the twin siblings.

The kids ansty to go see what the cabin had to offer. "Here go ahead." Mrs. Moynihan said as she handed them the keys and they rushed inside piling their bags in the corner of the living room.

After seeing what was behind each door all of you walked back to the living room and Mrs. Moynihan spoke up.

"2 per room, so choose wisely who your roommate for the week will be."

"I choose Casey." Ciara spoke up almost too quickly. "Sorry Pat you're a snorer and Y/N you stay up way too late, i need my beauty sleep." 

"Are you ok with this?" Patrick turned to face you.

"Yeah i'm good. I mean we are both adults sort of. Yeah we can handle it." You smiled at him and shot a glance at Ciara.

"So now that that's settled let's start dinner." Mrs. Moynihan said as she led you all to the kitchen.

~~~

All of you sat around the fireplace outside as you finished dinner. Roasting marshmallows and eating smores.

The adults then going inside and leaving you guys outside as you talked and stargazed.

"I think i'm gonna head inside im getting pretty tired." You said as you got up and said your goodnights.

"What Y/N going to sleep before any of us, that's a first." Ciara spoke up.

"Oh shut up." You said hitting her shoulder playfully. Pat jogging up to catch up to you as both of you headed to the farthest bedroom.

"What not wanting to get bombarded on your love life by your sisters?" You raised your eyebrows playfully at him.

"Like i have one." He laughed.

"Oh really hotshot pat doesn't have a love life, i highly doubt that." Both of you laughing about it and stepping in your bedroom.

After both of you changed you each stood on one side of the bed.

"So uhm i can take the floor." Patrick said as he grabbed the pillow.

"Pat I am not letting you sleep on the floor. Not like we haven't fallen asleep together on the couch before. It's fine." You said as both of you got under the covers turning your backs against each other.

~~~

A few days had passed and it seemed that every day that passed both you and Patrick got closer and closer each morning waking up in each other's arms, the first night being kind of awkward.

Waking up you didn't expect to have Patrick's arm around you, less likely as tightly as it was.

Not sure what to do if you should wake him up or not you laid there staring at the high ceiling until he finally stirred awake.

"Shit my bad." He said as he quickly removed his arm from around your waist and blushed, you missing his warmth as soon as he did so.

"Well why are you avoiding eye contact." Ciara said as both of you walked out of the room and walked separate ways.

Bringing you back to the present where everyone was eating breakfast getting ready to head out to the lake.

"Y/N hurry up cause Casey is still asleep." 

You quickly heading to change as Ciara basically pushed the cereal down your throat for you to hurry up.

You looking through all of your bags, the car, the living room, and lastly the bathroom and not finding your bathing suit.

"Oh no. Oh no this can't be happening." You said as you thought about if you packed it or not.

"What's up?" Moyni questioned as he saw your distressed look.

"My bathing suit. I think I forgot it at home." 

"Well why don't you ask Ciara. She always brings like five because according to her they all look different on her depending on the weather." Pat said as you shouted thank you and ran out of the bedroom. But not before taking in his figure as he sat on the edge of the bed with his swim trunks and sandals.

'Hey Ciara, I forgot my swimsuit. Can i borrow one please?" You said as she soon laid out all of the options out and you picked out the one that would make you feel less insecure.

"Isn't it a bit small." You said as you walked out and covered your chest.

"I think it's cute. And someone else seems to think so also." She said as Pat was already looking at you when you stepped out into the living room.

"Pat close your mouth, you'll catch flies." Ciara whispered to her brother.

Everyone out on the lake that day having fun until they were physically exhausted. Both you and Moyni every so often looking at each other and averting eye contact whenever Ciara or anyone else would look at you guys.

"You know the sexual tension earlier was just wow." Ciara told you as everyone headed to their rooms for bed.

"Oh shut up." 

"You know it's the truth."

~~~

As time to head home neared both of you pretended to be asleep and cuddled into eachothers arms more often.

The last morning at the cabin both of you woke up as you curled into Patrick's chest. "You know i can get used to this." He said.

"Well maybe we should do it more often." You said as you smiled at him. Maybe it was a good thing that Ciara had been planning this all along, since after that trip both of you finally actually did something about the mutual feelings.