#i wish i had more of that chocolate liquor

[basementstalker]

If I had access to alcohol right now I would probably be getting very drunk. Luckily I know how to induce a similar state just by playing around in my head a bit.

[oneforthemunny]

surprise, surprise |eddie munson x reader|

prompt: eddie forgets your birthday. or maybe he doesn't.

my birthday is in a few days and i wanted to write a little birthday ficlet blurb :) no aus, just eddie.

contains: angst/fluff. birthday doom. kinda asshole eddie?? kinda asshole friends?? really fluffy sweet ending. language.

“So,” Heather leaned over, chin propped in her hands dramatically slumped over the counter. “What’re you doing this weekend?” 

“Nothing,” You hummed, fingers flicking through the crinkled bills. “Why? You know something fun going on?” 

“It’s your birthday.” Heather gawked playfully. “You’re not doing anything for your birthday?” 

You rolled your eyes lightly, pushing the cash drawer closed. “No.” You shook your head, voice tight. 

“Eddie isn’t taking you out?” Heather’s brows furrowed. “Or you’re not going home? Going out? Are you getting a cake?” 

Your heart sank, a familiar burn rising in your chest. You didn’t speak about your birthday much, not much of an occasion for celebration to you, more of one that was dreadful. Another year closer to death, you’d grumble cynically. Still, when Eddie hadn’t even acknowledged it, when your friends had all blown you off for other plans, a new kind of ache formed in your chest. The sting of being forgotten, of being unimportant and discarded- on your birthday. 

It left a bitter taste on your tongue, sardonic and painful when you spoke about your impending birthdate. “No,” You shook your head, chin ducked to your chest. You had never wanted a customer to come in so badly, save you from this painful conversation with your co-worker. “They’re all busy.” 

“Oh.” Heather quipped, face falling at your tone. 

“I mean, it’s my fault.” You added quickly- defensively. Why you were so defensive over the people who had discarded you so easily, you weren’t sure. “I should have planned something earlier, but… I dunno, I got busy and life got super hectic and it just slipped past me-” 

“-No,” Heather shook her head, curls unmoving with the abundance of Aquanet she used, still. “That’s really shitty of them, all of them. It’s your birthday.” 

You stayed silent, wiping the counter half heartedly, swallowing back the familiar burn in your throat that choked you. “I mean, if it was my girlfriend or my friend, I would be buggin’ about their birthday.” Heather shrugged. 

“Yeah, me too.” You muttered. Bouts of memories pouring back into your mind. How you’d planned a party for Eddie, baked him some stupid cake from scratch that was in the Lord of the Rings. You’d gone to countless second hand stores trying to find the ancient recipe, and it took you a day to perfect. Now, he couldn’t even be bothered to take you out? Get you a cheap store bought cake? 

“I’m sorry.” Heather muttered, a solemn, nearly guilty pout on her lips. “Well, you’re off tomorrow, right?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I get off at three. What if we go out? We can go to the bar- oh, there’s this new band playing in Franklin. Tommy could drive us.” Heather, ever the bubbly optimist, grinned, eyes shining with pride. It was endearing, made your heart squeeze with an ache you weren’t quite sure how to describe. 

“I’ll even get you a cupcake. A good one, from Nadia’s.” Heather added. 

“You don’t have to do that.” You shook your head lightly. You and Heather were work friends, hung out on the rare occasion after work to bitch about work, about the other coworkers, the pain-in-the-ass customers of the day over glasses of Pinot. Selfishly, it felt nice to have someone excited for your birthday. 

You hated that you wished it was Eddie, your own friends. 

“What’s your flavor, hm? Chocolate?” Heather pressed, brushing you off cheerily. 

“Don’t get me a cupcake. I’ll throw it up if we’re drinking. All the icing and liquor.” You snarled your nose playfully. 

“Fine. I’m buying you a drink then.” Heather nodded. She paused, nails drumming on the counter too. “And, I mean, if you want Eddie to come too, of course he’s invited.” Her eyes cut to yours carefully. “I didn’t know if you wanted him to come.” 

“I mean, I don’t know if he’d even be able to.” Your lips pursed, a cutting edge of annoyance in your tone. “He’s so busy.” 

Heather cringed, shooting you an apologetic look. “Yeah, that… I’m sorry, that sucks.” She mumbled. 

A stiff silence fell between the two of you over the whirr of the air conditioning blowing through the vents. “Since it’s so dead, why don’t you go early?” Heather suggested. “I can cover closing.” 

“Heather, Mel will be pissed-” 

“-Mel will be pissed if she has to pay both of us for standing around.” Heather gave you a pointed look. “And you came in before me. I got it.” 

“Are you sure?” You hesitated. “I don’t care to stay in case there’s a rush-” 

“-At seven?” Heather scoffed slightly. “Go. I’ve got it.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled softly. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“Yeah. I’ll call you when I’m on my way, ‘kay?” Heather chirped. 

“See you then.” You waved, cringing at the sing-songy Happy birthday! Heather shouted at you. 

You pulled open your cubby, gathering your purse, your umbrella. You wrote your time on the clipboard, the phone taunting you on the hook next to it. Any other day, you’d call Eddie- call home or the shop, wherever he was, just to let him know you’d be home early. He’d always reply with a silly comment that had your cheeks rushing with heat, warmth swelling in your chest. 

Tonight, you decided against it. He was too busy, anyway. Too busy at the shop, with his friends, at band practice. You tried not to dwell on it, let your mind spiral and spin down a damning dark hole of what ifs. It consumed you anyways, on your drive home, the radio playing on a static filled station that you didn’t bother to change. Background noise drowned out by your own hammering heart. 

Eddie’s van was parked in the gravel of his driveway, leaving just enough space for you to slide in under the covering attached to the trailer. He always let you have that spot, closer to the door, protected from the elements- so considerate. 

It was hard to fathom that it was the same boy who had forgotten your birthday, brushed it off like it was just another day. 

Your throat tightened around the ever growing lump, hands tight from the white knuckled grip you had on the wheel when you turned the keys out of the ignition. The stairs squeaked under your weight, the screen door hissing with the familiar soft screech when you pulled it open. 

“No- Henderson, what the fuck is the matter with you?” Eddie huffed, his voice trailing in from the living room. 

You paused, hand catching the door as it fell, quieting it as it latched. The air was thick, warm with a sticky, sweet smell. Music playing in a low hum from Eddie’s beloved boom box he kept in the living room. 

“You said to hang it!” Dustin’s shrill tone cut through the air. 

“Yeah, hang it high- Jesus Christ, I shoulda just waited until Robin got off.” Eddie was hidden by the wall, but you could practically see him pinching his nose, hand running over his curly bangs. “Can you- Can you go see if we can ice the cake yet?” 

“Yeah, what do I do?” Dustin questioned, a silence falling between the two of them. Your lips curled, swallowing a giggle. “What? I’m not a master chef or something. You act like I should know this. There wasn’t a cake making class-” 

“-There was, you moron. Home Ec, which clearly, you failed.” Eddie huffed in annoyance. You froze at his heavy footsteps, voice carrying closer and closer.“Whatever, can you- just make it look nice in here? Put the rest of the streamers up and- shit!” Eddie flinched, jumping at the sight of you in the doorway. Wide eyed and still, like you’d been caught. 

“Baby,” Eddie’s breath startled. “Hey, uh, what are you- you said you didn’t get- you’re home already?” His voice lifted, carried high in a squeak of surprise. 

“Yeah, I got off early. I thought you were working late.” Your brows furrowed at the tear of plastic, leaning to look around the corner. “What are you doing-” 

“-Don’t look in there.” Eddie snapped, his hand falling on the doorframe, arm blocking your vision. You jumped, glaring at him with annoyance. “I thought you closed tonight?” 

“I thought you closed tonight.” You huffed, arms crossing over your chest. “Clearly that’s not true. What is this? Another campaign night?” You rolled your eyes, body burning with irritation, jaw wound tight with it. 

“What? N-No, I-I thought you wouldn’t be home until later, and I’d have more time-” Eddie rambled, side stepping to block your view behind him. 

“-Ed, I don’t care if that’s what it is.” Your shoulders deflated, a wave of painful exhaustion, disappointment falling over you. “I just wish you would’ve let me know before you invite all these people over to play your game, so I could-” A shimmering glimmer of multicolored sequins caught your eyes, shining in the yellowed light of the kitchen, iridescent hued droplets cast over the cabinets. There, draped over the chair in bright, glittering letters, a small sash that read Happy Birthday! in obnoxiously big letters. 

You paused, eyes scanning towards the cake, cooling on the rack next to the mixing bowl of icing, the icing spatula still in it. Paper mache streamers taped to the ceiling, hung in swooping bouts mixed with the shiny streamers and balloons all the way to the living room. Eddie had brought out the folding table from the crawl space, even put a plastic tablecloth from the store over it to hide the yellowing stains that would never fade. 

Dustin’s eyes met yours, wide and darting between you and Eddie, still holding the roll of streamers he’d yet to hang. “Uh, Happy Birthday?” Dustin shrugged. 

Eddie huffed, shaking his head at him. “Fuck, I-I’m sorry, it was supposed to be a surprise.” Eddie’s foot bounced with anxious adrenaline. “I thought you didn’t get off until eight, and-and I had it all planned, sweetheart, I really did. Steve’s getting the pizza, and everyone’s coming over at seven thirty-ish, and I- I was even going to have them park at Wayne’s in the back so you wouldn’t see.” 

Your chest felt deflated, void of any air, words, anything. Eddie chewed on his lip, hands twitching next to his jeans. “It was going to be this whole thing, fuck!” He huffed. “It was going to be a whole big thing, and…” 

Eddie’s heart leapt when your eyes finally met his. His fingers still drummed against the rough material of his jeans, veins filled with icy excitement, fear, anticipation? He wasn’t sure. 

“I’m sorry.” Eddie whispered, stepping to hover over you, voice dropping to a soft coo, hands sliding over your cheeks. “I’m- I wanted it to be a surprise.” 

You swallowed thickly. Eddie’s touch was soft, but it left you with a tingling burn when his thumb delicately traced your cheek bone. “You- This is for me?” You squeaked. 

Eddie’s lips curled in a half smile, brows creasing. “Well, yeah.” He said playfully. “Who else would it be for?” 

Your brain was deafeningly silent, stunned at every new detail you’d discover. “You said you were busy.” Was all you could muster out, blinking up at Eddie. “You said you had to work late.” 

“I might have fibbed a little.” Eddie tilted his head sillily. “Told a little lie so I could get this set up.” He nodded towards the living room, a balloon floating near the doorway. 

“I just really wanted to surprise you.” Eddie’s shoulders fell. “I was trying to outdo you. Tryna out do what you did for mine. I called all your friends- even Alexandra,” You rolled your eyes at the mention, she was Eddie’s least favorite friend of yours. 

“And I… I just wanted to surprise you.” Eddie blinked down at you. “Just wanted your day to be special.” 

Your day, the phrase wrapped around you, swirled through your veins like a warm hug, squeezing your heart. 

“I’m sorry, it… I didn’t think about work.” Eddie shook his head, running a hand over his forehead. “I didn’t even think about it, and I-” 

“-Eddie,” Your voice caught in your throat. 

Eddie tensed, cringing with expectant dread. He’d ruined it, blew it, the tears were coming and they were deserved. You’d done so well on his, surprised the hell out of him with the cake, decorated for his birthday campaign with lanterns and candles you’d thrifted. Gone all out for him, and he couldn’t even pull off a simple surprise party. 

“I’m sorry.” Eddie whispered, head pressing to yours. His eyes cut around the room, making sure a certain Henderson pest was lurking. 

“Sorry?” You repeated. “Eddie, I-I am surprised.” You choked out, looking around the room with gleaming eyes. 

Eddie paused. “You are?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, I thought you’d forgotten.” You admitted. “I thought everyone had forgotten.”  

Eddie’s brows pinched in a confused scowl. “You thought I’d forget?” He muttered. 

A watery laugh fell from your lips before you could stop it. “Yeah.” You admitted. “You were really convincing.” 

Eddie’s chest boasted playfully. “Oscar worthy?” 

“You’d sweep the competition.” You jested back, arms sliding over his forearms. His hands found home on the small of your waist, pulling you into him. 

“I didn’t forget your birthday.” Eddie said softly. “Just… for the record.” 

“I can see that.” You giggled. “Thank you. It’s-It’s really sweet.” 

“Yeah? I’m glad you like it.” Eddie’s hands rubbed down your spine. “It would look better but… Robin and Nancy didn’t get off until later, and it’s just me and Henderson.” 

“It looks great. Perfect.” Your cheek pressed to the soft cotton of his t-shirt. His nice shirt, Eddie always called it. Broke it out for special occasions. 

“Not perfect. Fucked up the main part.” Eddie grumbled. “I can call everyone, let them know that they can park out front since there’s no surprise anymore.” 

“No, don’t do that.” You shook your head lightly, chin propping against his chest to look up at him. “I’ll leave and come back, and you can still do it. I can pretend to be surprised.” 

Eddie’s lips curled, pulling back to look down at you. “You’re gonna pretend?” He tilted his head. 

“My turn to act.” You teased, brow lifting gently. “Give you some competition.” You poked his tummy playfully. 

Eddie grinned, pulling you back into him, lips sliding over yours in a soft kiss you savored. Melting into each other, fusing into a gooey puddle- it was corny, a cliche. One you’d roll your eyes at if it was anyone else. 

“Happy birthday.” Eddie muttered, lips brushing and tickling your own. 

“Thank you.” You whispered back, hands finding the base of his neck, pushing him back into you. Eddie’s hand fell against the wooden door frame, steadying himself in a rapidly heating makeout. 

“Uh,” Dustin’s voice interrupted the two of you, just as Eddie’s hands were sliding under your work blouse. “Yeah, I-I finished with the streamers.” 

Eddie glared at him, jaw ticking in annoyance when you pulled away. “I’m just going to grab my makeup bag, and I’ll go.” You whispered, cheeks flooding with heat. 

Eddie huffed, rolling his eyes at Dustin when you left. “What? What did I do?” Dustin threw his hands out. 

“Such a fuckin’ cock block, Henderson.” Eddie muttered, stomping into the kitchen. “Put the plates and shit out, will ya?” 

Your performance was Oscar worthy, Eddie decided later, when you stepped through the door of the now darkened trailer, gasping when the lights flickered on and everyone jumped out. You looked positively radiant, glowing with excitement at the small crowd of friends crammed into the doorway. Eddie kissed you, sloppier than he should have, especially in front of everyone, but he didn’t care. Overwhelmed with affection for you. 

He couldn’t tell if you were still pretending when he brought out the cake, the room singing in a harmonious tone to you, candles lit and glowing in the dim light. Eddie didn’t miss the way your eyes sparkled, fingers pressed to your lips at the now iced cake. When your fingers curled under his chin, sharing a fork-full of cake with him, kissing him after so quickly it left his head spinning. 

His birthday girl, it was your day. Eddie never thought he’d love a random day as much as he did. He had no idea how important that day would become when he’d first met you, how it would engrave itself in his mind forever. 

He was glad it did. Looking at you, giggling with your friends on the couch, then again, the next night, singing with Heather at the crowded bar- Eddie’s chest heart swelled. Proud that he’d surprised you, hopeful that he’d get to for the rest of his life. 

Next year, he’d do it right. Really pull off the party you deserved. He’d start saving now, planning too. He decided it that night, tucked between the sheets, your head still on his sweat soaked chest. He could still taste you on his tongue, lips numb from the time he’d spent between your legs. Lashes fluttering in sleep, curled into him, Eddie pulled you closer. He’d get it right next year, you deserved it. 

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Lily sighed profoundly and drank her chocolate shake as if it was liquor. She was sitting by the bar inside a pub anyways. It was Hogsmeade weekend. And Lily needed something sweet.

Lily knew Madam Rosemerta sometimes did exceptions and sold beer to minors. But Lily reckoned she wouldn't have luck. She was bad at convincing people. Worse adults.

Plus, she wouldn't break the rules.

"Ye, Okay. Luv?"

Lily realized she was pouting when the bar owner imitated her gesture.

"Look at thet face!"

Lily swallowed her shake.

"Nothing Rosmie, really" Lily answered "I was just thinking"

"Aye, the many times people had told meh their problems... Yeh would believe I'm good listener"

Lily blushed. She didn't have a problem precisely. Maybe she was panicking a bit. But it was all in her mind.

"Have you ever had a weird dream?" Lily asked "It is just so weird. So weird, because you wouldn't do that thing that you were doing in that dream ever! But you were still doing it in the dream and in the dream you seem to like it. Only in the dream. Never in real life"

Rosmie seemed confused.

"Yeh mean like a nightmare?"

Lily nodded enthusiastically. That was the only way to describe it. A nightmare.

"Well, God knows I've had many weird dreams and nightmares, Is bloode normal, eh?" the woman said "Doesn't mean they're real"

"Yeah you are right" Lily said relaxing a little. It had been just a dream.

Rosmie leaned closer.

"Althoughe, dreams are a window to our subconscious" she continued "Show us our deepest fears and deepest desires, aye"

Lily's eyes widened slowly.

"I know what'm sayin' luv" Rosmie nodded "I followed a course online. It was prette good"

Lily blinked.

"What did yeh dream about?"

Lily drank more milkshake as she remembered the dream. She usually forgot about them when she woke. But this was vivid in her mind. Playing over and over again.

He was grabbing her by the waist in such a perfect manner, she had her hand on his shoulder and they waltzed and waltzed in synchrony only looking into each other's eyes.

His eyes were big and beautiful as they changed color. His eyelashes... God, so perfect. And that black hair that Lily wished she could touch. Looked like cotton on top of his head.

The song ended and it was time to reveal their faces. Lily took out her mask first.

"God, you're beautiful" said a sexy hoarse male voice. It sounded familiar somehow.

Lily smiled.

It was his turn to take the mask off. He did it so slowly that Lily was trembling in anticipation. And then a gasp when she saw his face.

"What's up, Evans?" he grinned.

"Potter??"

"Just admit that you want to kiss me so badly"

Before Lily could protest, James grabbed her waist and pulled her into a kiss. She was struggling at first but oh how much she was enjoying this, butterflies in her tummy and she felt sparks and magic around so she gave into the kiss. Opened her mouth for him. And it was perfect...

Lily gulped down her shake and ignored her brain freeze.

Rosmie was looking at her as if she was crazy.

"What if you dream about someone you really hate... Like really hate! And in the dream you are being.... Friendly..." she blushed "with him... Them... Them... We don't know the gender... I'm hypotecally speaking..."

Rosmie opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by someone else approaching.

"Hey, Rosmie"

Lily panicked realizing who it was. Standing right there next to her. So close...

"Hey, Evans"

Lily wished she would be swallowed by earth.

"Hey" she answered quickly and looked away.

Do not look at him. She told herself.

"Can I get a portion of chips?" James asked innocently.

Rosmie was not paying attention. She was looking between the two of them with a knowing smile.

"I understand now" she spoke to Lily, her eyes flickering at James.

Oh bollocks.

Lily shook her head discreetly.

"Yeah," James was oblivious "Chips?"

Rosmie winked at Lily then smiled at James.

"I'll tell the cook right away and I'll take yer order ter yer table, luv"

"Maybe some beers while we are at it?"

"Nice try, luv"

Rosmie walked away.

"Make it a large one" James said after her "My mates eat like pigs"

Lily was silently begging her not to leave them alone but Rosmie was already crossing the kitchen door.

There was silence after that. Lily stared at a gum stuck to the counter and only that. Although she knew Potter was running his fingers through his hair which made Lily blush more. She had done that in the dream. While she kissed him.

"Sweet tooth, eh?" Potter asked.

"Ha?" Lily jumped "What about my tooth, why are you referring to anything that has to do with my mouth?

James was amused "It's an expression. I was referring to the shake you just had" he pointed to the empty glass.

Lily felt like an idiot.

"Want another one?"

James was already getting out his wallet, so Lily stopped him.

"Don't you dare!" Lily snapped "I'm okay with one. Too much sugar for today"

James shrugged and pocketed his wallet.

"Are you alright?"

"Peachy"

James was looking at her without discretion.

"Come with me then"

"Excuse me?" Lily felt her face on fire "You think you can make me follow you somewhere so that we can be alone and you can woo me, eh Potter? Well, I'm not giving up... You might have girls with no brains drooling for you but not me. Not me" she crossed her arms at the end.

James blinked.

"I'm definitely not kissing you"

James laughed.

"Relax Evans, I only meant to come to the table with my friends" he said "I was inviting you over... What do you think I am, a perv?"

Oh God... Could Lily humiliate herself more?

"I'm with Mary and Marlene. They went to the loo and are taking ages..."

"They are out of the loo by now" James said "They are sitting with us. See?"

He pointed to a table by the window and in fact Mary and Marlene were laughing with the boys.

"Right"

"Plus, I thought that we were friends now, weren't we?" James added "Or have I done something wrong?"

It was true. They had had a couple of decent conversations with each other and Lily was seeing a different side in him. He wasn’t that bad. He wasn’t pressuring her into anything anymore. In fact the other day he had given her advice about Luke. He didn't ask her out just because. He didn't care about her like that anymore. Just the other day Lily saw him kissing Rebecca.

She had felt like an idiot because Luke had tried to kiss her and she couldn't. She ran away. But when she saw James kissing Rebecca she wanted it badly. Not to snog James, no. To snog someone like that.

Maybe that was why her brain was confused.

Lily was being silly. It had only been a dream. She had read somewhere that the brain picked parts of what you saw and lived during the day and mixed it up in a dream. Like a shake.

"Nothing" Lily said now more relaxed "You did nothing. It's just... I'm still getting used to being your friend"

James smiled at her.

"You know I tend to attack you as soon as you open your mouth" she added. "It's a habit but I promise I will change that"

James rubbed his hair once more.

"Well, I'm trying to stop the habit of being a dick" James said which made Lily laugh "Only tell me to fuck off if I am really being a dick to you. Promise me, okay?"

Lily nodded.

"Alright" James tusked "Care to follow me to the table were thy friends are waiting for you, Miss?"

Lily smiled as she grabbed her purse "That was actually better than: 'Come with me', so..."

Lily and James started walking.

"Alright madam, promise to be more formal the next time"

"Okay"

They both smiled at each other and it wasn't awkward anymore.

[roomsofangel]

IN THE ABSENCE OF EVERYTHING, I PROMISE TO KEEP YOU WARM . . jeong yunho

synopsis ateez are on a much needed break after their recent comeback — traveling overseas for a short-term vacation, yunho desires nothing more than just to ease himself and let go of worries.

but with a run in with someone he deems an angel in human skin, yunho learns she doesn’t know who he is and pretends to be someone else.

filled with secrets and a burning romance, yunho learns that no matter what you do or how hard you try, life just isn’t fair.

and he only had himself to blame.

wc 775

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yunho swore if someone asked him, he could describe the day you two encountered again down to every little detail there was, something that deeply burned into his memory and left a permanent scar. this was something perfectly handcrafted and molded into your shape. a personal shrine for you in his mind.

but time was never on yunho’s side, his slender fingers messing with the year old receipts he was dreading to throw away, the list of charges lining up before he shoved them back into the shoebox, a huff of air leaving his lungs as he closed his eyes, your silhouette on display. he swears he can reach you if he just shuts them tighter. with a sigh, he grabbed the shoebox cover and closed the lid, heart faltering for a second each time he read the handwriting

yunho and y/n’s memories

i’ll love you forever, yuyu! - yn

but time was never on yunho’s side, and he only had himself to blame for always being five seconds too late.

yunho remembers the first time he asked you out, the same day you two reconnected and you swore he was following you for a moment and he had let out a belly laugh — but now when he recalls the memory, it tastes bittersweet and he wants to purge it out like bad liquor. his regrets stain it all, knowing that was the day he chose not to tell you the truth.

“i’m just coming to pick up something from a friend,” he had voiced and you scoffed at first, not believing him until his manager had came with a few documents shoved into an envelope, resting in a tote bag that yunho accepted happily, “see? my good friend,” he teased

and technically he wasn’t lying about the friend, his manager was a decent guy who he got along with, maybe he wouldn’t go out for drinks and sunday brunch with the guy but he liked to think that they were decent enough — professionalism was a line he didn’t cross however, his manager was his manager.

but that day, he wasn’t.

that day, yunho was someone else. someone that he wished he could be again, and he knew that was selfish.

it wasn’t fair on you that you fell in love with someone you were now convinced you didn’t know at at all

but yunho doesn’t blame you, he never really knew himself either.

“do you wanna go to this cat cafe?” yunho asked you, the first place he ever took you to and you were hesitant at first — an intrigued expression, but tone laced with venom when you had eventually spoke

you hummed, not bothering to lift your head to meet his gaze or act as if you were genuinely acknowledging him, hell, you could have convinced yunho you didn’t even hear a thing he said, but you stopped flipping through the magazine you were assessing before your answer followed, “a cat cafe?” you parroted back to him, finally meeting his gaze with brows lifting in question, “why would i go with you?”

yunho shrugged, “so i can apologize better,” he responded to your glare with a smile, showing a bit of teeth and he felt accomplished watching the red run across your cheeks more and more, you rolled your eyes but yunho saw the smile you were fighting back

“just do it here.” you motioned to the building the two of you were in and he shook his head

“no, i wanna be surrounded by cute cats and hot chocolate,” wiggling his eyebrows to tease you, he let out another laugh when you playfully shoved his shoulder, your expression not matching but with the way your eyes glistened when they met his, even you couldn’t stop the small smile from forming

your eyes flickered to the clock then back towards the taller male in front of you who fixed the strap of the bag on his shoulder, “do you mind waiting a bit? my shift ends in ten minutes, i just have to sort out these,” your hand lifted the magazine you were going through earlier to shimmy it a little, and yunho smiled wide

“i don’t mind!” he beamed, walking towards one of the sofas that were in the lobby the two of you resided in, plopping himself down and getting comfortable, “i’ll be here.”

if only the two of you had known what was going to be awaiting you, because maybe it would have hurt less — but time was never on yunho’s side

no matter how desperately he wanted it to be now that you were gone.

masterlist . . next

[elliebyrrdwrites]

The Heist pt. 8.5

After this, the job at the museum will take place! I'm so excited for that one because it helps the team learn how to work together before they move onto the big job. The night at the museum could possibly be more than one chapter's worth of a scene.

A Conversation Between Friends

“Theo,” Draco began as he settled into his favorite, comfortable chair.

“Yes, Draco?” Theo asked in a despondent kind of voice. He had laid himself out onto the sofa of Draco’s study with a hearty sigh and a glass of Fire Whiskey.

Draco crossed an ankle over his knee and began to pick through a bowl of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans.

“It’s come to my attention, that you may be in love with Hermione Granger.”

Theo spilled his drink as he sat bolt upright on the couch and looked at Draco with shock. “Me?”

Draco grinned as his best friend ran a hand over his now wet shirt with a scowl.

“You’re much too out of sorts over this date with Zabini.”

“Aren’t you? You practically made out with her hand today.” He shook his head, wild brown hair bouncing around.

Draco picked out, what appeared to be a roasted marshmallow flavored bean and popped it into his mouth. He grimaced. It was fried egg. “I think it’s obvious to a blind man that I find Granger incredibly attractive.”

“Yes, but—” Theo began, but Draco cut him off.

“As do you.”

Theo leaned back in the couch, completely disregarding the puddle of liquor, he leaned back and propped his elbow on the armrest of the leather sofa. “I don’t just find her moronically attractive.” Theo bit the tip of his thumb.

“Scourgify that, will you?” Draco frowned at his friend. “Moronically?”

“I have a tendency to act like a complete moron for her.” He pulled his thumb away and sneered over at Draco, but he pulled his wand out and quickly cleaned up the mess on the couch and himself.

“This complicates things.” Draco admitted.

“How so?”

“We can’t both pursue her.”

“Pursue her?” Theo asked a bit vehemently. “I’ve been her constant companion for over a year. If I pursue her again, she’ll be livid with me.”

Draco eyed him and plucked out another bean, chancing a bright yellow one, he was pleasantly surprised to find that it was lemon tart. “What happened in Amsterdam?”

Theo dropped his thumb and slumped into the couch. “I can’t tell you and you know that.”

“Yes, but why?”

“We made a pact.”

Draco watched as his friend began to fidget in his seat, occasionally eyeing the old clock over the fireplace. He ate a cherry-chocolate bean, a boogie flavored one and a simple chocolate bean before he spoke again.

“When did you sleep with her, then?”

Theo laughed. “There is no proof of us ever having sex.”

Draco nodded, thoughtfully. There seemed to be some debate over a kiss, as well.

“Do you love her?” He finally asked Theo.

Theo sighed and ran a hand over his face before digging his fingers into his hair. “I don’t know. I wish I had asked Granger out on that date before I dated Pansy.” He said it in a voice that neared a whisper.

“But you didn’t.”

Theo shook his head, his red-rimmed eyes staring into the fire. “But I didn’t.” He looked over at Draco and sniffed. “Granger is the perfect woman and I’ll be jealous of anyone who manages to get her to settle down.”

“What do you mean?”

“Granger doesn’t do serious.”

“She doesn’t?” Draco frowned at this.

Theo shook his head. “I think it’s one of the reasons we didn’t attempt anything after the first date. I’m a serious kind of guy, as you know. She seems to despise men who want to tie her down. She is too committed to this,” He waved his hand between the two of them. “Whatever we’re doing.”

“But you’re doing it with her. You literally took her on a job for your first date.” Draco chuckled when Theo grinned.

“I know. And it was lovely. Watching her work is...” he shook his head, wiping the doe-eyed look off his face. “Pansy left me because of this.” He reminds Draco with a wave between the two of them again.

“We haven’t worked together in over a year.” Draco points out as he finds a bright orange bean. Tangerine.

“That’s because I found Granger.” Theo shrugged and refilled his glass with more whiskey.

“You left me for Granger, you mean.” Which wasn’t entirely true.

When Theo had been dumped over the last job they did together, Draco retreated back into the proper societal life that was expected of him. Auditing those who also played into societies' designated roles.

But Theo was correct when he approached him with his offer last week. Draco was bored. He hated the constraints of a life that society dictated. It was the same as being under the rule of his parents all over again.

And Draco decided, that day at the Italian café with Theo, that he was much too old and tired for all of that.

“I was wooed away from you. There is a difference.” Theo took a sip and sighed loudly. “She fancies you, by the way.”

Draco nodded. “I think so.” He looked at his best friend and smirked. He hadn’t expected to ever see Granger again and he certainly didn’t expect to become so charmed by her. “But she’s quite smitten with you, isn’t she?”

“You know, I wouldn’t have thought so but after today...” Theo trailed off and took a long drink.

“She nearly hexed Tori.” Draco laughed with a shake of his head.

“For us.”

The two men chuckled and sat in relative silence for a few moments.

Draco continued to pick through the beans and looked over at the old grandfather clock. It was nearly ten at night. Granger would be done with her date by now.

Theo tossed the remaining drops of whiskey and coughed as it burned the back of his throat.

“How do you think everything will go tomorrow night?” Theo asked, dully.

Draco shrugged. “I think it will go well.” He shuffled through the mix until he found another bright orange bean and began to collect them all into the palm of his hand.

“You don’t think she fancies Zabini, do you?”

“Do you think she fancies McLaggen?”

Theo gagged, causing Draco to laugh.

“No, she just works with him from time to time. Zabini?”

“No,” Draco sat back and shook his hand around, watching the orange beans bounce about. “I think she is just that committed to taking down Flamel.”

Theo smirked at that, the idea causing him joy. “She is a wicked little thing, isn’t she?”

“She’s lovely.” Draco agreed and tossed the mouthful of Tangerine flavored beans into his mouth.

[xxrainbow-princessxx]

Wishful Thinking - Drake x OC (Isabella)

Tagging: @lorirwritesfanfic @lorircreates @kimmiedoo5 @mom2000aggie @drakewalkerfantasy @secretaryunpaid @twinkleallnight @kingliam2019 @havenroyals @choicesprompts

Warning: When life gives you lemons…. 🍋 🍋 😏

Prompts: Sweet and Slow, We shouldn’t be doing this and I can make you forget him

“What are you doing here, came to gloat?” Isabella sucked in her cheeks, raising a delicate wine glass to her lips, the red nectar almost overflowing over the sides. There was no savouring the taste, nor allowing the bottle of Malbec she had already drank most of to aerate, wanting to taste the bitterness as she sat quietly alone in her Cordonian Townhouse’s kitchen on the cold marble counter. “Sánchez…” the figure standing in the door frame pushed himself up, moving closer toward her, “Nah, I’m not here to gloat… just checking in, haven’t seen you around campus for a few days y’know?” The Laurentian Princess’ chocolate brown eyes immediately looked upwards towards the man who stood in front of her, “I don’t need your pity Drake…” she spat angrily, “I knew what I was getting into…” causing the Texan to laugh as his attentions turned to her liquor cabinet. He poured two crystal tumblers of brandy before handing one to the petite brunette. “You wanna drink the pain away… drink this… wine just gives you a shit hangover…” Isabella raised her glass towards him, tilting it ever so slightly to clink both glasses together, “To being fucked over yet again…” she forcefully smiled before downing her drink, wincing as the liquid burned her already delicate throat from all the crying and screaming she had done hours beforehand.

With a slight cough she sat down her glass, staring up towards Drake knowing he pitied her. The expression on his face didn’t give it away but she could tell from how his onyx eyes filled with a sadness that she herself felt. “You don’t have to come check on me Drake…” Isabella gently spoke, “I’ll do as I normally do, pick myself up and get on with my life…” Drake took a step closer to her, his broad, muscular frame barely inches from her as he placed both hands either side of the Crown Princess’ body. His dark eyes locked onto hers as he stared directly into her soul, “You fucking deserve better and you know that!” Drake hissed, his whole body tensing. The smell of the sweet, smoky brandy from his breath mixing with the deliciousness of his cologne was intoxicating even more so than the wine. The Laurentian beauty felt her heart race in anticipation. Leaning forward, her lips crashed upon Drake’s and for that moment, she let herself melt into him. Her kiss was hungry, almost pleading him not to reject her. Drake placed her hands carefully against her delicate jaw, cupping her face gently as he purposely slowed down the kiss, savouring every moment as his tongue massaged hers, revelling in the taste that he had been craving for so long.

Separating for a breath, Drake stepped back as he bashfully ran his fingers through his hair awkwardly, “We shouldn’t be doing this… shit…” Isabella reached out, grabbing his shirt to bring him back closer to her, “No… it’s ok… I want to…” her perfectly manicured fingers trailed against his chest, Ruby red lips pouting, “Please Drake?” The Texan’s calloused rough thumb danced against the Crown’s Princess’ bottom lip as he whispered, “I can make you forget him if that’s what you want… but you and I both know it’ll only be in that moment…” Drake patiently waited for the reassurance from the petite brunette that she wanted this too, there was no pressure. “Tell me it’s ok Sánchez… I ain’t going to do anything unless you tell me it’s alright…” Isabella took a deep breath in, was she sure this was what she wanted? Drake was someone she trusted, someone she loved dearly. “I’m sure…” she whispered against his lips, kissing them once more. This time, Drake’s hands did not rest on the counter, but around her waist, pulling the petite brunette closer to him. His hands slowly moved upwards until they were entangled in her long cascading curls. Each movement was perfectly orchestrated, sweet and oh so slow. Drake would take his time, allowing his teeth to ever so slowly drag against Isabella’s bottom lip, nipping her playfully as she blushed.

Effortlessly, the Texan picked Isabella up from the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands cradling her backside as he carried her to her room. It was a strange feeling for Drake being in her room for such an intimate moment, but he had no urgency to go any faster as he carefully placing the petite brunette onto the duvet. Isabella’s chocolate brown eyes looked up at the King’s Guard lustfully in awe of him. For someone perceived so rough around the edges, Drake Walker certainly understood the delicacy of the female body. His hands softly caressed her frame as he peppered kisses along her neck and exposed décolletage, all accepted as a gentle moan escaped the Laurentian beauty’s mouth. Drake looked up towards her as his hands began to pull her dress above her thighs, “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop ok?” he gruffly spoke to reassure her once more as he pulled the material from her body carefully being conscious that one piece of clothing probably cost more than his salary before removing his own shirt. Isabella’s eyes widened in delight as she took in the view of Drake’s sculpted body that he always kept hidden under those denim shirts he always wore, his jeans hanging low on his hips emphasising his six pack.

His fingers carefully unclasped her bra, exposing Isabella’s ample bust causing her to blush slightly as she bashfully tucked the loose tendrils of hair that framed her face behind her ears. “Fuck you’re beautiful…” Drake muttered under his breath before leaning over her to kiss Isabella once more. The Crown Princess could feel her body yearning for him as his hardening length pressed against her, straining in his jeans. “Drake…” Isabella moaned into his mouth seductively, “Please touch me…” with a coy grin, Drake began to kiss down her torso, his hands following the shape of her hourglass figure until he reached her black lace thong. Hooking his fingers around the material, he took a deep breath as they cascaded down her thighs and legs to expose the Laurentian beauty fully to him. Drake didn’t need alcohol to feel drunk as his tongue cautiously began to taste the Crown Princess, savouring in her sweetness before he allowed his lips to tease her already sensitive nub. “Drake…” Isabella called out again in pleasure, her hands getting lost in the Texan’s shaggy dark dark as he explored her body further. Pressing one of his fingers against her entrance he groaned at how tight she was as he slowly entered her core, allowing her to relax before entering another finger. The petite brunette felt her thighs and legs pressing against Drake’s shoulders keeping him in the same exact spot, “Yes…” she softly moaned, “Right there…” her eyes rolling back as he continued to please the Crown Princess.

Feeling the walls of her warm core begin to tighten around his fingers, Drake kept his pace, coaxing the Laurentian beauty to spill over as her body tensed. As they caught each others gaze for a brief moment, the petite brunette rolled her eyes back once more as she came; Drake lavishing in his spoils as his tongue entered her heat causing Isabella to shudder at how sensitive she felt. “Drake…” she tried to catch her breath, “That was…” bringing a smirk to form across his face after licking his lips, “Only the start Sánchez…” He unbuckled his belt with one hand, popping open the buttons on his jeans to finally release his strained length. Isabella couldn’t help but stare as she took in the sight of him. His dark rugged looks, was a complete opposite to what she normally found herself attracted to but her eyes followed his chest hair towards his happy trail and then lower again. There was no denying that Drake Walker was genetically blessed. “You done staring?” He snorted playfully as he crawled up the bed, illiciting a giggle from the petite brunette as he stared into her chocolate brown eyes, each muscular arm on the other side of her body as he began to kiss her softly once more as she lay nestled underneath him.

Pressing his body against hers, Drake enjoyed the softness of her petite frame and the smell of her jasmine perfume as he breathed deeply, taking in her scent as he hovered above her. Feeling a slickness between her legs rubbing against his length, Drake groaned in satisfaction whilst the Crown Princess began to wrap her legs around his waist. “Do you need an invitation?” Isabella teased, but her taunting didn’t last for long. Pressing the tip of his member against her entrance, Drake smirked as he slowly made her feel every inch of him nestling inside her, stretching her to accommodate his size with every stroke. “God…” Isabella called out, reaching and grabbing onto the sheets around her much to Drake’s satisfaction, “What were you saying Sánchez?” he chuckled as their hips finally met, “It’s worth the wait I promise…” the petite brunette hissed as Drake began to thrust back and forth with a steady pace. She was much tighter than the Texan had imagined as his lips and fingertips found her already puckered nipples. The Laurentian beauty’s moans as the King’s Guard caressed her breasts made Drake want to claim her as his own.

Straightening himself up, both of his calloused strong hands gripped onto the petite brunette’s thighs as her feet brushed passed his ears. This time, Drake didn’t hold back as he began to thrust once more. The pace was quickened as Isabella’s breath hitched, feeling herself wanting to let go all over again. “I’m going to cum…” Drake groaned through gritted teeth, continuing to slide in and out of the Crown Princess’ warm, slick core, his hips slapping against her ass. “Yes…” Isabella purred, “Cum for me Drake…” before her chocolate brown eyes rolled back in ecstasy with a satisfied moan. As her walls began to tighten around his cock, Drake no longer could contain himself and with a groan filled the Laurentian beauty with his seed. “Isabella…” her name fell quietly from his lips only for Drake to open his eyes and find himself in his room, his pre cum covered hand squeezing his hardened length tightly. Closing his eyes again once more, he thought of the petite brunette calling his name, coaxing him to cum for her over and over again before he exploded ribbons of hot semen onto his stomach; the only thing he wished for was that she was there to help him clean up - unfortunately Drake knew deep down, that was wishful thinking.

[charlesandmiranda]

Asakusa Adventures part one:

2/1 dinner with friends and 2/2 Senso-ji Temple

After leaving Ochanomizu, Charles and I took the train to Asakusa, our next stop in Tokyo. We had dinner plans to meet with a friend and her family that night, and we planned to explore the area the following day (which is yesterday, at the time of writing!)

Our friend, Penko, her husband As'maria, and two sons took us to Asakusa Ichimon, which is a super traditional restaurant. It was featured in the movie Shin Ultraman which came out in 2022, and Charles really wanted to visit it as a film location, but before we could even mention it to her, she was already suggesting that we should all go together, and so we did!

The interior was amazing, I wish we had taken more photos. Taking photos inside establishments can sometimes be difficult, privacy is much more significant of a cultural consideration than in the US and we don't want to take photos of other patrons. It was a lot of gorgeous, dark wood, short, low to the ground tables, tatami mats, and floor chairs. There was a super zen, indoor water feature too, which was pretty cool, to put it mildly.

I don't even begin to know how to describe how tasty the food was; there was a huge menu of sakes (Japanese style alcohol, think sort of like a "rice wine" even though that's not strictly accurate) and shochu (more like a liquor), almost all, if not all of which, we'd never seen before in the states. The entire meal was a like...5 course experience, starting with a small appetizer of fruit, tofu, fish egg and beans (in honor of the Setsubun holiday, which is today [2/3] at time of writing!) all the way to a hot pot of tuna, leek, mushrooms and more. Genuinely everything was like, beyond delicious, and it was sooooo much food, without ever making us feel like we were totally gonna pop (although it was close). There was also a beef dish mid meal that was the first beef Charles had eaten in close to two decades, and it was worth it.

It was also really really special to get to spend the time getting to know Penko and her family better; I first met her here on tumblr actually, maybe....gosh, I don't know, 8 years ago? give or take a year? through a mutual fandom (we were both fans of a specific pairing in a video game called Danganronpa, where she was a very popular fan-artist at the time). Since then, we've met her in Japan a few times on trips, and we've slowly gotten to know her family over the last few years. After our engagement, Penko actually drew some lovely art for us as a congratulations; if you were at our wedding, we had it displayed near our guestbook :P

The following day, we spent exploring around our Airbnb in Asakusa, as well as visiting Tokyo Skytree. Our stay was on the second floor, above a restaurant, right in the heart of the district.

We started the morning early at Cafe Royal, a super old-school Showa-era coffee shop built in the early 1960s. We had coffees and breakfast there, and their specialty Royal Coffee has to have been one of the best coffees I've ever had. It almost reminded me of dark chocolate in terms of its acidity and smoothness. It was truly awesome.

Afterwards, we spent some time shopping at Uniqlo, a Japanese clothing store (there are some in the states too, if you're curious!) My favorite pair of jeans ripped badly on the plane, and I wanted to replace them, so I bought a new pair at Uniqlo, as well as some of their warm layering clothing, which they're well known for, to stave off the February chill. Charles also got some warm winter wear, so we're both totally topped off for the rest of the trip with trendy heat-tech goodies.

We also wandered around the streets and streets and STREETS of Asakusa's extensive shopping and food district surrounding the massive, gorgeous Senso-ji temple. One thing I love about Japan is that these huge shopping districts often have covered roofs over the streets so even if it's raining or kinda crappy weather, you can still walk freely across blocks without too much trouble. We were mostly window shopping, but we definitely stopped for a few treats.

From there, we headed to Tokyo Skytree, stay tuned for our next post!

[parkerlcwis]

location — parker's cabin, bighorn hills.

character — @sarayoon

She hadn't thought much of an unannounced visit from the woman she'd come to know quite well, nor had she minded when the doors of liquor cabinet clicked open and the sound of bottles being rearranged followed suit. Rather than make a comment, she padded towards the fridge, pulling out her favorite ice cream and two spoons. "Here," she offered as she placed one of the spoons atop the kitchen island for Sara to enjoy if she wished. However, if liquor was the only she thing she wanted, who the hell was Parker to judge? "Should I ask? Feels like I shouldn't ask. Whatever it is, we'll figure it out or we can ignore it," she offered in between a bite of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a grin. "You wanna go outside? The breeze is nice, mountain view is even better. Feel free to grab whatever you want. You know where the glasses are, of if you're feeling more... straight from the bottle, that's fine too."

[countlessrealities]

Morty was strongly tempted to point out that the rejuvenated version of Petal hadn't been that annoying, but at the last moment he decided to keep the comment to himself. Something told him that the pearl would have either gone on a rant or gotten annoyed. He wasn't sure if the Gem truly hated her past self so badly or if this was her lingering shame talking, but the emotion behind that antipathy was a strong one.

In any case, he had no wish to ruin the mood, so he nodded and took one more scoop of ice cream, to keep his mouth busy and prevent the wrong words from slipping out.

"Y-Yeah, that's Rick for you," he ended up saying, with a shrug. "I-I mean, he is the smartest being I-I've ever met, but...h-he's also the dumbest at times. J-Just, uh, don't tell him I said that, o-okay?"

It was already bad that those kind of judgements slipped from his lips whenever he and Rick had one of their heated arguments and he knew that the scientist held a grudge for every insult. The list was already long, too long for Morty's sake, and the last thing he needed was to add yet another line to it.

It took the teen all his self-control not to reach out and touch that fluffy tail. He was more of a dog person, but that didn't mean that he didn't like cats. Besides, cat Petal was extremely cute.

"I-I think he did turn himself into a cat once," he replied, still a little distracted by the sight. "B-But...I don't know. I-I guess he thought that Mom might have taken c-cat him to therapy anyway or something."

Rick's brain and logic worked in confusing, mysterious ways.

The boy rubbed the back of his head and discarded the next scoop of liquor-flavoured ice cream he had picked up. The gem had a point, he couldn't go home drunk. Beth would have been furious and she would have forbidden him to go out with his grandfather after dinner.

"...Y-You're right, uh, enough of this. I-I don't want Mom to get mad at me. O-Or at you. An-And Rick and I have plans, so...I-I guess I'll get wasted later anyway." Cue to an awkward chuckle. "C-Can we check out the chocolate sea? I-I want to know if it's like...hot chocolate or-or something else."

She smiled at that. Playfully ruffling his hair again. "You're a good kid morty. You and the others really were troopers for putting up with her for as long as you did." The reaction she had upon getting her memories back bad been mixed.

There was newfound joy of course. Especially when she opened up to morty which she literally hadn't done with anyone in thousands of pears. He was one of the few people in the universe now who knew the true story.

But her mind was suddenly brought off the subject of her more naive self when he started explaining just what rick did. "You know for a genius he really can be a dumbass. I mean I get trying to avoid therapy. I would do something similar but I wouldn't have turned myself into something people could eat. I probably would go with a cat." To make her point she quickly shape shifted into a pink cat. Walking at morty's ankles. Letting her fluffy tail flick at him before reverting back.

She shrugged before reaching into her jacket. Pulling out her flask. Taking a swig of her own supply before devouring a spoonful of ice cream to combine the flavors. "I'd let you have some of mine morty but I'm not gonna be the one they get pissed at for getting you wasted for your birthday dinner."

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

Up on a roof with a schoolgirl crush

Harry needed an escape from his parent's New Year's Eve party, and there is only one person he would want to escape with

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Written for Several Sunlight Daylights: December 14: Based off a Bridge. Taylor Civil Engineer Swift is a master of bridges. Create something based off of a bridge!

Is this the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending from all these nights we’re spending up on a roof with a schoolgirl crush, Drinking beer out of plastic cups, Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff. Baby all at once this is enough

Godric’s Hollow was bustling with lights and people. This 31st of December was warmer than years past. While most party guests were inside, drunk on liquor that James and Lily had provided, Harry found his way outside his bedroom window onto the roof for some peace and quiet. The pulse of the beat of the music shook the house. The annual Potter New Year’s Eve Party was alive in full force, but could be overwhelming for some. 

After running into Horace Slughorn, his mum’s old favorite potion’s professor, Harry needed to escape the crowd. Harry quickly cast a warming charm over himself, hoping that the adults in the house below would be able to mask his quick spell. One way to kill the party mood would be a letter from the Ministry of Magic for underage magic use. 

The moon was high in the sky, light reflecting on the white snow on the ground. It stopped snowing earlier that day, but Godric’s Hollow was still under a fresh blanket. Harry loved his home, and moments like this he could appreciate how beautiful it was. Even the cemetery down the road was hauntingly alluring with the reflection of Christmas lights. This was the perfect place to catch his breath.

His quiet place was interrupted with a knock on the window behind him. The window creaked open and the head of Ginny Weasley popped out. Harry’s stomach swooped at the sight. “Hi. Do you mind if I join you?” Ginny asked.

If it was anyone else, Harry might have, but Ginny’s presence always made him feel better. Harry did not understand why she had that effect until he and Ron ran into Ginny snogging Dean Thomas behind a curtain after Quidditch practice earlier this year. Ever since then, Harry kept finding more pieces to the puzzle of how much Ginny Weasley meant to him. From backyard Quidditch matches to late night hot chocolate discussions, she had been a constant pillar of support for years. He was best friends with Ron for as long as he could remember, and Ginny had always been there too. Now he just wished that he noticed her as more than a friend sooner. 

“I would love your company,” Harry replied. Ginny gave him a bright smile, which caused Harry’s stomach to dance again.

“I have two cups. One has butterbeer, the other has the weird firewhiskey cider combination.” Ginny said as she climbed through the window. Her left hand hit the window frame, knocking the plastic cup out of her hand and spilling the contents down the shingles on the roof.

“I have one cup,” Ginny deadpanned. She swirled the contents of the remaining beverage in front of her nose. “This one is the butterbeer.”

Harry moved over to make room for Ginny so she did not have to sit in the sticky contents of the spilled drink. “We can share,” Harry offered. Ginny passed him the cup and took a seat next to him, barely any space between them. Harry took a sip of the drink to overcome his nervousness. Between the sugar spread across his tongue and the flowery scent that followed Ginny wherever she went, Harry was overcome with sweetness. 

“How did you know where to find me?” Harry asked.

Ginny took the cup from his hand, cold fingers brushing his. “You mentioned that sometimes you like to escape here when you get overwhelmed last Christmas.” Ginny took a swig of the butterbeer before continuing. “And I heard Slughorn’s ‘Harry, m’boy!’ all the way from across the room,” Ginny said, doing her best Slughorn impression. “So I figured you escaped.”

“What are you escaping from?” Harry probed, taking the cup back and bringing it to his lips. 

Ginny rolled her eyes, “Dean is snogging Parvati in the corner.”

Harry nearly choked on the butterbeer. “I didn’t realize you two broke up.” Harry said, trying to keep his cool. “Unless you didn’t and he is cheating on you.”

Ginny waved her hand, “No, no, he isn’t cheating. I broke up with him two weeks ago. I guess I didn’t really announce it.” Ginny shrugged. Harry couldn’t help but study her for any sign of sadness that her relationship ended. Her copper hair framed her face, cheeks pink from the cold, but her eyes were still bright without a trace of heartache in them.

 “Oh, er, I’m sorry.” Harry responded. Harry carefully set the plastic cup down next to him.

“Nah, it’s no big deal. The problem now is that Seamus is now convinced that we need to snog. He is saying it would be a great way to get back at his best mate and make him jealous, but I am thinking that it is Seamus who wants to make Dean jealous,” Ginny rolled her eyes. “Seamus is annoying and drunk, and definitely not on my list of blokes I want to kiss at midnight tonight." Harry couldn't help but hope that maybe somewhere he was on that list. “And Lavender and Ron are all over each other, so Luna is comforting Hermione in the corner. It’s all just a mess.”

“Wow.” Harry said. He was glad he escaped before having to deal with the same Ron and Hermione drama that he dealt with for months. “Glad I missed that.”

Ginny bumped her shoulder to his. “I’m sure you are. Also I can’t imagine having to deal with Ron as a best friend. The prat.” Ginny joked, her shoulder stayed pressed against his shoulder.

“Honestly, Hermione has not been that fun to be around during this time too. She sent birds after Ron, and one of them attacked me too.” Harry said.

“Oh no!” Ginny said, voice filled with fake concern. “How could you ever recover? Did you have to spend the night in the hospital wing?”

“I’ll have you know, I could have lost an eye!”

“I didn’t think your vision could get any worse.” Ginny said, pushing Harry’s glasses up his nose so they were straight.

Harry’s snarky comment was caught in his throat. Ginny was so close to his face that he could have drawn a constellation connecting the freckles on her face. He was never more thankful that Hermione’s bird didn’t take his vision because then he would never get to appreciate Ginny’s beauty up close.

From inside the house, the voices of their friends and family counting down to midnight echoed around them. Harry was staring down into Ginny’s warm brown eyes. The lights that he was mesmerized with were dim compared to the blazing fire of Ginny looking up at him. His eyes flicked down to her red lips. A breath of cold air escaping from them as Ginny let out a breath. It was at that moment Harry realized he was very much on the list of blokes she wanted to kiss that night, and probably sought him out to make that happen.

“Are you going to kiss me or not, Potter?”

The voices below counted down to zero as Harry leaned in and finally kissed Ginny. Her lips were so soft and surprisingly warm despite the weather. He placed a hand in her long, red hair, pulling her closer to him because he couldn’t get enough of her. 

Ginny surged forward, pressing herself closer to him. Harry leaned back to accommodate her, but never breaking contact with her lips. Ginny swung a leg over his lap, so she could straddle him. Her foot smacked into the forgotten butterbeer cup, knocking it over. The little liquid left in the cup streamed down the roof, soaking Harry’s leg in the process.

“I fancy the fuck out of you, Ginny Weasley,” Harry said. “But you are a mess.”

Ginny was unable to keep the smile off of her face. “I am going to blame you for that spill.”

Harry grabbed Ginny by the waist, and spun her over so she was pinned to the roof underneath him. “Absolutely not.” His fingers tickled her sides, “I won’t stop until you admit you did it.” 

Ginny writhed below him in a fit of giggles. “Never!” Harry took that as a challenge, his fingers sliding underneath her sweater, making contact with her bare skin, continuing to graze her sides. Ginny couldn’t contain her laughter as she tried to escape from his grasps. “Okay!” Ginny relinquished, “I’m a mess!” Her cheeks were flushed red, eyes ablaze with passion, but she was grinning up at him, and he was grinning down at her. Never once could Harry remember a moment he was this happy.

“Do you want to return to the party?” Ginny asked.

“Not really,” Harry replied before capturing Ginny’s lips in his again. 

[howaboutcastiel]

The Regular Surprise (Jake Lockley)

Content Warning: Major Self-Harm Themes, Su*cidal Ideation, PLEASE proceed with caution

Summary: The OC is a waitress at a retro diner on the outskirts of the city. Life is hard and she’s struggling to cope with everything, plagued by depression and self-destructive tendencies. On the night of a big town festival, she reaches her breaking point. A familiar face at an unfamiliar time may just be her last hope. (Based on a request. Asker wishes to remain anonymous.)

Content: Angst with some resolution, substance abuse, verbal abuse (yum), extreme language. I don’t know how to describe this fic other than to say it's dark, sad, and cathartic for a select few. Fictional festival based on the one I used to go to as a kid. 

Word Count: 7.0k

An Author’s Note: Please PLEASE do not read this if there’s even a chance it could be triggering to you. I have plenty of other content that you could read instead, and there’s loads of other talented writers on here that you can go and support as well. Stay safe <3

I woke up way too early.

Not that that’s out of the ordinary. I served breakfast at the diner three days a week. Today was one of them. My alarm went off at 5:00, ripping me from my sleep with absolutely no gentleness. My head was pounding, of course, but I couldn’t complain about that because it was my own choice to drink half a bottle of bourbon the night before. Honestly, all things considered, I was holding my liquor pretty well. Didn’t even feel sick. 

But I did feel tired.

There’s nothing fulfilling about working at a diner at six in the morning. Sure, there are a few cheery regulars that keep you in mind, ask you about your folks and if your home loan got approved, or whatever. But they can also be so grating. When are you having kids? You’d be much better off if you found a nice man. Say, are you coming to work high? Most waitresses are on drugs, right? I can’t tip today, hope you don’t mind. We’re friends, aren’t we?

Then there’s the tourists. Grabbing breakfast on their way in or out of town, their kids screaming because they’re up too damn early and we don’t sell chocolate milk. Or the honeymooners who stuff themselves in one side of the booth, sharing their waffles with one fork. Give me a fucking break. 

But when I walked into work that morning, there was one familiar face that didn’t entirely make me want to rip off my own skin. He wasn’t exactly a regular. He’d show up every morning for several days in a row, then we wouldn’t see him for weeks on end. More often than not, he wore a grey or brown flat cap and on particularly dreary mornings you could hear him whispering to himself, sometimes in Spanish. My manager had told me once to refer to him as “Mr. Lockley.” Not sure exactly why, he didn’t seem that much older than me, but she was adamant. So that’s what he was called. 

Today was a double shift. I worked from 6-10, and then again from 5 until we closed at 9 o’clock. It wouldn’t have been too much of a big deal—more hours means more money, right?—save for the fact that the annual Cherry Blossom festival happened to be that night, and I really didn’t want to miss it. I’d technically have a bit of time to catch the end after my shift, but the sun would already be set and the biggest vendors and entertainers would have dipped by then. Plus, tired and drunk festivalgoers would be pestering me for some cheese fries for the whole night, and we were definitely going to run out sometime after 7 p.m.

“Morning, sugar.” Mr. Lockley put on a sleazy grin as I came to take his order. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t one of those perverts that said rude things to his waitresses, but he had a mouth on him. A severely unfiltered one. “What’s the special today?”

“You get a piece of toast for free if you order eggs.” My owner didn’t do specials. Everyone was struggling to make ends meet around here, and creative marketing was far down on the list for a desolate joint like this. Every Tuesday was free toast, though. But that’s only because the truck came in on Wednesdays and everything in stock was going stale. 

“Okay, I’ll do that, then. Two scrambled and some coffee if you have it.” He gave a tired smile, though he seemed very awake considering the time. I’d never given much thought to what he might do for work. He was so cryptic anyway, there was too much to wonder about. “And uhh… do you have turkey bacon?”

“Sorry, honey. Just regular.” He didn’t have his hat on today; I noticed for the first time that he had quite curly hair. It almost didn’t match his face, which was so contorted by stress and lack of sleep that it certainly made him look older than he was. Like I said, though, he was barely older than me, maybe ten years at most. There was no grey in his hair, but there was a bit peeking out of his stubbly beard. Don’t get distracted. He was asking for turkey bacon?

“Scratch that then, sweetheart. I don’t do regular.” He unfolded his newspaper, sliding his knuckle along his lips as he read. I wrote his order down.

“Eggs and toast, then. And coffee, coming right up.” 

I pretended not to notice him staring at my ass as I walked back toward the kitchen. I know I said that he wasn’t a pervert, but he was still a man. They tend to look, and I try not to dwell on it in this line of work so long as I don’t feel unsafe. I slid the ticket to Bernie, the cook. He gave me a familiar smile. He was too old to be working still, but like I said, we’re trying to make ends meet. 

The mug shook in my hand a bit as I poured the coffee for Mr. Lockley. At this ungodly hour, there weren’t too many other customers, and my coworker had already taken care of most of them. There wasn’t even a manager in yet; the owner, David, wouldn’t be here for a while. The lazy shit showed up whenever he wanted to. I brought the man his coffee. 

“Thanks, sugar.” His smile was kind of offputting, not in a creepy way. He just seemed kinda unhinged. He took a sip, hissing at the heat. “¡Carajo!”

He swallowed hard, obviously having burnt his tongue. Mr. Lockley seemed embarrassed that I had seen that. He tried to distract me.

“You going to the festival tonight?” Why was I even still standing here?

“Uhh, yeah. I’d planned on it.” Now I know, you’re not supposed to tell the customers what you’re doing when you get off work. What if they’re some kind of stalker, right? But honestly, if Mr. Lockley had wanted to kidnap me or something, he’d had multiple months to decide that already. So forgive me for my vulnerable honesty. “How about you?”

“I’ll be around. But I got work tonight, so no dice.” 

I don’t really remember that much of my morning shift. I had enough coffee and ibuprofen to keep the hangover at bay, but it was still the crack of dawn. Even by 10, I would have rather been in bed. But that was also largely unrelated to my shift. I spent a lot of time wishing I was still in bed. 

I spent a lot of time wishing I wasn’t anywhere at all. 

Of course, I was having a rough time, you know? I was a fucking waitress in my twenties, with no solid plan to get ahead and I was borderline an alcoholic. Life was just so damn exhausting. My family was no help, not that I would dare ask them for help. It takes a village to raise a child, but at the end of the day, no one in the village wants to take responsibility for the fucked up way that the kid turned out. They want to take credit when money’s tight though, and they can ask the kid to spare some of her paychecks because “hey, I fucking raised you, didn’t I?”

Yeah, no. I was going at this alone. And it was eating me alive. 

On this day, I was teetering on the edge. I’d struggled with self-destructive action for most of my life. There was no one around to teach me a healthier way to deal with shit. I didn’t have the money for a habit like cigarettes or drugs; plus, I’d seen enough of the horrors of addiction through my folks. The alcoholism was an accidental thing. It had started in high school, and who was I to turn down the sleazy attention of older boys who liked to party? It was attention, and I needed that. 

I didn’t see Mr. Lockley leave. I was too busy with the morning rush of all those nine-to-five people. He’d left his newspaper on the table alongside his empty plate, but at least he’d been nice enough to fold it back so that I didn’t have to. By this time, David had gotten around to coming in. What a fucking asshole, that guy. I hated the thought of making a profit for him, but I was doing all I could. Looking ahead for better days.

Except I wasn’t looking ahead. 

When I say that that day was bad, I mean it from the bottom of my heart. I was about three minor inconveniences from putting a pistol in my mouth or taking a handful of Bernie’s blood pressure pills. Everything was so overwhelming as my own ambitions were underwhelming. Seriously, it was a fucking dreadful day, and I was just unhinged enough that it could have easily been my last. It very nearly was, too. 

I was less than a half-hour from my shifts end when last night’s bourbon caught back up to me. I was carrying plates for a table of four, two snot-nosed kids and their wealthy grandparents on some god-forsaken vacation. Someone had spilled their drink in the floor with out telling any of the staff, and I couldn’t see it for the food in my hands. Luckily I didn’t drop the whole thing, but the grandpa’s meal was a goner as soon as my foot hit the water. 

He seemed a little more upset than was necessary; entitled boomer thinks its cute to yell at the wait staff. I just kind of stood there and took it, numb to being berated by customers at this point. It wasn’t that that made the first strike, though it did start there. No, it was fucking David’s reaction to the whole experience. 

“You fucking watch where you’re walking.” He was spitting at me in the back room. “Gonna keep losing money by working your clumsy ass here. Don’t think I’m gonna forget how often you show up off your game.” 

That wasn’t fair and he knew it. I never showed up to work drunk, even if I desperately wanted to. He couldn’t hold against me what I did on my own time off. I did have some respect for my job, though admittedly not much. I knew I couldn’t afford to be fired right now. 

“I don’t want to see those goddamn tears.” Of course I’m gonna cry. You’re tearing me a new one. “Wipe that shit off your face. I swear to God, you fuck up again tonight and you’re out of a job. You hear me?”

I knew he wasn’t gonna fire me, but I nodded. He needed the help, and with his attitude it was unlikely he could hire a new waitress to replace me in a timely manner. He let me off my shift after that—I don’t think he could stand to see my face anymore. So I sauntered off to my car, not even saying bye to Bernie, and certainly not stopping to ask if that table needed anything else. 

See, this is where I knew it was bad. I would have seven hours before returning for my shift. I should have done something really therapeutic, like treat myself at a coffee shop or gone window shopping at an antique store. But I couldn’t be bothered to do that. I shut myself into my car, not bothering to turn on the radio or even the AC. For a little while I didn’t turn on the engine, I just let myself continue to cry until no tears were left. I was really so goddamn tired.

I know that I shouldn’t have done what I did next, but like I said, I was never taught better. That excuse only goes so far, doesn’t it? Either way, I did what I did and I gotta own up to that. When I couldn’t use alcohol to numb myself—say, because I had another shift to stay sober for—I would simply amplify the pain. It wasn’t logical, really, but it made me feel like I was in control. If the world was gonna hurt me, at the very least, I could do it better. 

So that’s what I did. 

Like I said, I don’t smoke. The smell alone is so offputting to me and I can’t support the habit in this economy. But I did have a lighter in my car. You know, the one that comes in the little charging port thing? I don’t know exactly where I got it, maybe it came with car when I bought the damn thing. Regardless, it was perfect for this. I knew that. It wasn’t the first time that I’d done it. 

I had a little line of scars right above my waist. A nasty habit, I know, but it’s better than shooting heroin I guess. It was the same concept as drugs; it fucked with my hormones in just the right way, gave me an adrenaline rush. So I pressed the little lighter into the skin right across from my belly button. It hurt like shit. Of course it did. 

And then I did it again. I don’t know exactly how many times, but I remember that it made me feel better. No, it decidedly made me feel worse, but at least I was feeling something. Also, my headache was magically gone. Either that or my brain just wouldn’t allow me to process both at the same time. 

I sat there for a while. Then I got a fucking call from David. 

“I need you to switch shifts with Miranda.” He didn’t ask. He just told. 

“Why?”

“Just do what I say. She’s got a family emergency or something. I need you to come in at three. You’re off at seven.”

Maybe the day wasn’t so shit after all. I could make it to the festival for sure, now. I was hell-bent on a candy apple at least, as well as one of those plates of fried Oreos. I didn’t care that they would probably make me feel like shit. 

Well, then. That brought seven hours of free time down to five. What to do? Go back to my apartment I guess. So I did. I didn’t do much else, just used my time to make myself lunch, pay some bills and do some dishes that my roommate had left in the sink. The time went by pretty fast from there. Except for when my mother called. It went painfully slowly for that. 

I could already tell when I got back to the diner that the shift wasn’t going to end well. Strike one had hit me like a fucking train. I would say that the second was already halfway struck, just from the rain that followed me up to the door. It was gonna clear out by sunset, though. The festival was going to be dry. And warm. 

David looked as annoyed as ever to be blessed with my presence, but he didn’t say anything to me as I clocked in. Three is one of those weird hours where hardly anyone is there. If anyone, a few teenagers would stop by on their way home from school. Or camp. Or wherever. 

The monotony wasn’t good for me. Even if the seating area was empty, David forbade me from being on my phone. Just one of those things, don’t look like a piece of shit while you’re on the job. Doesn’t matter who sees. 

Strike two happened suddenly. Around 6, some dirty executive thought he was being funny and pinched my ass. I don’t put up with that shit. I politely told him to leave. Well, as polite as could be reasonable. 

“Awe, I’m just poking fun, sweet thing. Say, what time you get out of here?” His teeth were yellow and gross. He was with some buddies from work who thought he was the funniest person in the room. I wasn’t impressed. 

“I don’t disclose that information.” He frowned. His eyes were bloodshot, but not in a drunk way. A different kind of way. It was scary. “Now I need you to leave. We don’t tolerate physical harassment here.”

“Harassment? Now you’re being shy on me? I can’t help you look so good, sweetheart.”

God help me for what I’m about to do. 

“Dave!” I yelled just loud enough to startle the man closest to me. His friends shut up real fast as David walked into the room, pissed as all hell that I’d bothered him. The pig wasn’t amused. 

“There’s no need for that, sugar.” He grimaced at David and patronizingly scoffed at me. 

“What’s the problem here, sir?” David put on his customer service voice with absolutely no intent of keeping it on. As shitty as he was, he didn’t fuck around with creeps. I tried to steady my breath. 

“This man grabbed me under my skirt. And he refuses to leave.” I didn’t have to look Dave in the eye for this. Thank God for that, at the very least. The ugly man’s friends looked like deer in headlights, but he just looked smug. 

“Yeah, no. Get the fuck out.” That’s what I thought. 

“You’re gonna talk to a customer like that?” The man was shocked that another guy would dare call him out like that. What an absolute fucking pig. 

“You’re not a customer anymore. Get out. All of you, as a matter of fact.” Save for Bernie and himself, everyone who worked under David was a young woman. He’d gotten used to sending perverts on their way, and he’d walk me to my car if he absolutely had to, but he wouldn’t be happy about it. 

He wasn’t happy about losing the business, either. Even if the people leaving were the scum of the earth. He side-eyed me for the remainder of my shift, as if I’d somehow tried on purpose to seduce the man. 

And then we make it to strike three. 

It’s a goddamn lucky thing that I don’t own a gun. Or sleeping pills. Or anything else I could overdose on. But do not get me fucking wrong, I was determined by the end of the night, as tragic as that sounds. 

My shift ended and there was no sign of the men, so David didn’t bother to stick around. He wanted to see the festival, too, and he never stayed until closing anyway. It was dusk when I got outside. There was enough light to see, but not enough to feel safe. 

And my fucking car wouldn’t start. 

I started sobbing on the spot. Visceral, ugly, snotty crying that made it hard to breathe in. It was the second time today that I had cried in my car. It was my absolute breaking point. I was a mess. An illogical mess. 

I punched the steering wheel until I was sure I had bruised my hand. After that, I held my head in my hands until the tears were all gone. Not because I felt better, but because there wasn’t anything left. The headache was back now, by the way. There was no way in hell that I was walking from here. I wasn’t going to the festival either. 

I wasn’t going anywhere. 

I was so done. Really, truly done. Realistically, I don’t think I would have done anything to hurt myself—in the permanent way, I mean. But the thought was at the forefront of my mind. Images flashed through my head. How would I do it? Would it be quick? I wasn’t thinking logically. I was struggling to think at all. 

Okay, here’s what I need to do. It’s too fucking far and cold for me to walk back home. I’m gonna call a cab. 

Cab’s didn’t stop too often near the diner. I wasn’t in the city-center, but I was close enough that they would find their way there every half hour or so. At least, that was what I thought. In reality, there happened to be a cab right then and there. It was parked on the other side of the block. 

I waved it down, noticing a silhouette in the front seat. Maybe he was on his break? I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I had wiped the tears and other stuff from my face, but the aggression of the sobs had left me a complete wreck. My head was pounding, my tongue was stiff and dry. My stomach still burned. 

The cabby pulled over to me. 

I checked the window just to make sure that it wasn’t some kidnapping scheme. That’s not unheard of, and with my luck that’d be the cab that found me. Sure enough, though, the cab was registered legitimately. I sighed in relief as I opened the door. 

“Where to?” He met my eyes in the mirror, but I didn’t look back at him. That is, until he turned his head to me. “You having car trouble or something?”

I knew the face staring back at me. This was not in my plan for the night. I didn’t know how to feel. 

“Yeah, I am.” He looked just as confused as me. He was wearing his hat now. I noted that. “I didn’t know you were a cabby, Mr. Lockley.”

“Call me Jake.” He was still turned to look at me. I felt myself blushing at the way he was peering into me. “Now, come on. Where to?”

“My apartment. I guess.” I gave the address. This was unexpected, but it didn’t change anything. It was a weird feeling, though. Vulnerable. I felt ashamed to be involving him in my shitty, self-destructive night. At the time, what I was half-convinced was my last one.

“I thought you were going to the festival, señorita.” He looked prettier in the fading light. I couldn’t see the circles under his eyes. 

“Change of plans.” He furrowed his brow, but turned back toward the front. He didn’t start the meter. 

“This one’s on me, yeah?” It almost sounded like pity. That’s great, I really wanted that. 

“No, Jake. I can’t accept that. I’ll pay.” There’s that line in that Alanis Morissette song, right? A free ride when you’re already late. That’s kind of what this was like. Was the universe trying to stop me, or trying to mock me?

“¡tonterías! If you can’t afford a tow truck, I doubt you can afford a cab ride.” Okay. Mocking me, for sure. 

“Don’t rub it in.”

“This one’s on me.” He repeated, slower. Then he put the car into drive. Fine, work for free. That doesn’t change my night. It doesn’t matter anyway. 

If I had more sense in my head, I would have seen that he noticed how dreadful I was. My mascara had run, not completely wiped away to the best of my ability. My shirt was untucked, my hair was a mess, and the crescent moons on my palms were leaking blood. Not that I’d noticed that. I had spiraling tunnel vision. 

What was I going to do when I got home? The thoughts were jumbled and racing through my mind, but I was too exhausted to catch all of them. I was crawling in my skin, half-convinced that I was possessed or something, but I also felt numb. The kind of calm you feel when you have nothing to lose. 

I didn’t own a gun. There weren’t any pills. There wasn’t any rope. But there were… kitchen knives? None of the thoughts stuck around too long, they just played themselves on a loop, attacking my brain. 

“You seemed excited about that festival. What’s keeping you?” His voice rang in my ears. My head was hurting so bad. 

“I’m just tired.” I lied. I couldn’t tell that he saw right through that. He was too observant for his own good. I pulled my flask from the bottom of my purse.

Yeah, I know. This was certainly a wrong move. Jake Lockley was upset by this, for sure.

“Hey, no open bottles in my cab.” I hadn’t even gotten the damn thing to my lips. I thought I’d try to be cute with him.

“It’s not a bottle. It’s a flask.” I downed a swig before shutting the lid.

“Put it away.” Whatever, man. I pushed it back down in my purse, not hiding the way I rolled my eyes at him before doing it. The calm was warping into something else, but I didn’t know what. The possessed feeling wasn’t going away, though. 

“You worked a long shift today, huh? Considering I saw you here at the crack of dawn.” Why was he trying to make small talk? Just leave me alone. You and the rest of the world, leave me alone. 

“Wasn’t here the whole day. Opening shift and closing one, supposed to be anyway.” I just mumbled the first words in my brain. He was asking a lot of me in this state.

“The diner closes at nine.”

“Like I said, supposed to be.” Why did he know that the diner closes at nine? That’s a weird thing to remember, especially for someone who only shows up for breakfast. Maybe it’s a cab driver thing. They know the open and close of places around. 

“It’s a little early for you to turn in, then. Why don’t I drive you on to the festival and let you have some fun?” You’re overstepping, Mr. Lockley. 

“I said to take me home.”

“So you can do what exactly? Drink alone?” I was starting to feel uneasy. I’d never made small talk with this man beyond when he ordered his food. Now he was flirting with me? Or calling me out? I didn’t exactly know. Weirdly enough, I felt safe, but I also felt exposed. 

“That’s none of your business.” We were almost at my apartment. He slowed to a stop, not yet close enough for me to get out of the car. He looked angry. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m not sure I should let you leave.” He didn’t say it in a creepy way. I know that’s hard to believe. How could he say that and it not be creepy, right? But I immediately knew what he meant.

“You gonna kidnap me then?” I didn’t have the energy for this. And it wasn’t any of his business anyway. 

“That depends. Will that keep you alive?”

“Okay. I think you’re being dramatic.”

“Am I?” He couldn’t possibly know what was in my head. I hadn’t even made the decision yet myself. This man was way outside of bounds here, but I couldn’t prove him wrong. We stared at each other for a long time. 

“Let me take you to the festival.” Why did he care so much about this? About me?

“Why does it matter to you?” Just leave me alone. Just leave me alone. Just leave me alone. I don’t want to be here. 

“I have a conscience, you know.” He talked to me like a dad might. That really made me feel bad. “I can’t drop you off here if I think you’re in danger. I can’t live with that.”

“Why do you care? I’m a stranger to you.”

“Just come to the festival with me.” Jake’s eyes were pleading. That instantly made him look younger. A lot younger. Child-like. 

God damn him.

“Fine. Don’t do anything weird, though. I have pepper spray.” That was a lie. I did not. 

Cherry blossoms lined the street where the vendors were parked. I could smell the carnival food before we even got to the point of the roadblock. Jake Lockley parked the car, coming around to open my door for me. 

“Wait, aren’t you on duty or something?” He took my hand to help me up. What a gentleman. I think I should feel thankful for that. If only I could be bothered to feel.

“I drive a cab. I can work when I want.” He put his arm around my waist for support and I tried to conceal how his hand set me on fire as it touched my burns. I couldn’t be bothered to hate the gesture, though. It was the sweetest touch I had felt in a long time. I’m pretty sure he was only holding on to keep me from making a run for it. Jake was convinced I was a danger to myself.

The street lights illuminated his face in a new way. He looked a lot more vulnerable in the dim crowd, but he held himself with confidence. I got the feeling that I was safe with him. I noticed now that he was wearing gloves. That made sense for a cab driver, right? They had crescent moons on them, little white shapes right on the knuckles, disturbing the black of the leather. What an odd little thing. 

“Is there something, in particular, that you want to see?” He led me down the street with his hand barely grazing my side, but I was firmly in his grasp. The lights were too bright. The crowd was too noisy. I couldn’t concentrate.

“I always get a caramel apple.” I tried to search my brain for what I’d normally be doing here. I was elated before, right? There had to be some ideas floating around in there somewhere. It was hard to find any, though. 

“Okay. Let’s get one, then.” For all it was worth, I could have been drunk. I’d had the one swig of booze, but my state of mind was far gone regardless of that. That was probably a good thing. I couldn’t make any rash decisions if I couldn’t think at all. I turned my head to him as we made our way through the swarm of people. 

Why was he so concerned? Sure, he knew me from the diner, but I meant nothing to him. Just some waitress in the background of his life. He could have just dumped me at my place and let whatever was going to happen go ahead. But he didn’t, and I couldn’t understand why.

“Two caramel apples, thanks.” I heard him say to one of the vendors, but I was so out of it. I reached for my wallet, but he swatted my hand away. That’s on him, too, I guess. I kept my eyes on his face.

He was a fairly short man. Not that there was a problem with that, I had just expected him to be tall. Mr. Lockley had the energy of someone with a bigger physical presence. He was some kind of tan, maybe Mexican? He spoke Spanish, I knew that. He must be some kind of Latino, then, I guessed. I didn’t really dwell on that thought, but he was pretty, whatever he was. 

Yeah. He was pretty. His face was pretty, his curls were pretty, his muscles were pretty, and these thoughts were those of a deeply tired, not-thinking-straight woman. I felt warm at the idea that he was my arm candy tonight. Even if he was holding me against my will so that I didn’t try to off myself. 

I don’t think he liked that I was staring. He handed me my apple and ushered me over to the tent-covered benches that were set up for people who wanted to eat sitting down. There was music coming from the stage nearby. Not good music, but it was live music, which was something. He paid it no mind. 

“How are you feeling?” Jake had that same child-like look from before. Was he that worried about me? I let my mouth continue to act before my brain, as it had gotten me this far. 

“I don’t know. The music sucks, though.” I took a very large bite of my apple. I kept talking, even with the food in my mouth. “You’re kinda rude, y’know. What kinda cab driver gets to pick the rider’s destination? That seems… abnormal.”

“The kind that’s not taking your shit. Look me in the eye and say you weren’t going to hurt yourself.” What a nosy motherfucker. 

“Maybe I was. What does that have to do with you?” He kind of blushed when I said that, which made me feel powerful. I made Mr. Lockley blush. 

“You think I could live with myself if I dropped you off knowing I could have stopped you from that?” 

“I don’t know. You’d have gotten over it. I’m just a waitress.”

“No you’re not.” He blushed even deeper, taking a bite of his own caramel apple. I was stuffing my face, the sugar making me feel better as it took away some of the cloudiness. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well… you’ve served me breakfast a hundred times.” Even he didn’t seem convinced by that answer. I scowled at him.

“Yeah. That still makes me just a waitress.” It was amusing to see him stumble on his words. As the sugar reached my head, it brought energy elsewhere, too. Particularly to my aching stomach. 

“Can you just not act disposable for one second? You’ve got to mean something to someone.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“Yeah. I really don’t think that’s true.” He took a patronizing bite. How that was possible, I’m not sure. “I’d surely miss your pretty face over my coffee.”

“Someone else can serve you coffee.” I was kind of getting pissed because he cared. Why did he get to care when I didn’t?

“I don’t think I want that, though.” This was pointless. I just wanted to go home, still. Though I was beginning to want something else, too. I tried to distract him. 

“What else is there to do here?” I hadn’t thought that one out. The festival had lots of vendors, but it seemed a lot less vibrant than I’d imagined it would be. 

“Dunno. You want me to win you a stuffed animal?” Now there’s a thought. 

“I’d certainly like to see you try.”

I learned a lot of swear words in Spanish over the next half-hour. More than would ever be useful, that’s for sure. But the man did it. It cost him three times what the stuffed monkey should have cost, but he did it. I found myself giggling at the way he so clearly felt he was above the rigged dart-throwing game. He was giggling, too, in between the swears. I don’t think he’d played a carnival game in a long time. 

He did that thing where you talk to the stuffed animal like it’s a person. I don’t know if he thought it would be funny or if he was pissed about spending so much money on the game. Whatever the reason for it, I was entertained.

“You are more trouble than you’re worth, pequeño.” He stuck his pointer finger into the belly of the toy, a playfully stern look on his face. “You’re not even that cute.”

“He’s the one I wanted, though.” I took the monkey out of Jake’s gloved hand. Really, what was up with the gloves? The plush toy felt cheap in my grasp, but he was meaningful. “What should I name him?”

“el cabrón,” Jake muttered under his breath, grinning. I didn’t know that word, but from the cheeky tone in his voice I had to go with no on that one. 

You know how they say that adrenaline drains everything from your body? I didn’t know it, but that was what was happening here. I’d gone through so many emotions through the day, and so many cups of coffee, too. The devastating tiredness had plagued me from the cab ride to the apple truck, and now there was exhausted giddyness. When I say that I could have been drunk, that’s truly the most accurate description. They say sleep deprivation mimics inebriation. By that metric, I was nearly at the black-out stage. 

I was holding on to him like a little girl as we walked back to the cab. There was an unspoken agreement, I guess, as he saw how fucking tired I must be. He had to be pretty tired, too. The sky was totally dark at this point, and both of us had been awake since before the sun had come up this morning. 

“Why don’t you sit in the front, cariño?” He asked me gently. I followed his request, hopping in the front seat as he opened the door for me. Jake was still treating me like something fragile. I didn’t really have the frame of mind to realize that I was. There were just isolated thoughts swimming around.

We took the entire ride in silence. I guess there wasn’t much that either of us really had to say. I ran my hand along the thread of the monkey toy; I had decided to name him Button because of his eyes. I don’t know. Drunk thoughts. The thread felt soothing under my skin. 

He turned off the engine when he got to my drive. I raised by eyebrow at him, but he had one of those looks like it wasn’t really up for debate. My tongue felt like it was stuck in my throat.

Jake didn’t take my hand or open the door for me this time. He just let me lead the way up the steps with the keys in my hand. I know I should have felt more uncomfortable about the whole thing than I actually did. My roommate wasn’t there; I don’t know where she was gone to. We only lived together for the money. We didn’t make conversation that much. 

“Do you want something to drink?” I mumbled at him as he followed me through the door. At least I had done the dishes, so the place wasn’t a total wreck. My roommate’s cat meowed angrily at me as we made out way into the living room. She probably hadn’t fed him all day. Jake’s eyes lit up at the sight.

“Who’s this little princesa?” He bent down to scratch the cat’s head, swooping him up into his arms. The little bastard drank in the attention. 

“Artichoke. He belongs to my roomy.” I plopped onto the couch. I would feed him before bed. Not right now, I was too tired. 

“My bad, man. Eres el gato más bonito que he visto.” Jake’s lips parted over his teeth, his eyes crinkled in a wide smile. Arty was purring under his touch. I’d never seen such a soft smile on Mr. Lockley’s face.

I was starting to really like this man. Sure, I’d seen him lots of times before, but it was so impersonal and he was normally much cruder in the way he spoke. I guess I’d given him a good scare. My mind was out of spiralling thoughts, but the chaos lingered in spite of the absence of self-destructing tendencies. He sat down beside me, and Arty leapt off the couch. 

I thought of one thing that might make me feel better. Might make me feel something. 

I fucking tackled that poor man. I smashed my lips into his, pushing my weight over top of him. My hands found their way to his hair. He was shocked for a second, then he reciprocated for another before pulling back altogether. His grip was surprisingly strong, and suddenly I was separated from him. 

“Don’t do that.” He didn’t look angry at me, but he did dawn a look of disappointment. I fucking hated that look. Jake’s arm held me away from him. 

“Why not? I know how much you stare at me when you come by to eat.” It was true. He never hid how he ogled at me. Like I said, severely unfiltered. That didn’t mean he was a bad man. 

“You’re not in your right mind. I didn’t come here for that.” I winced as he stood up off of the couch, tugging off his gloves. His face and neck were bright red. He threw the gloves on the kitchen counter, right beside my bottle of whiskey. 

“Consider it payment for the ride.” I reached my hand out to him, signalling him to come back. He just stared down at me. “It’s not like I’m drunk.”

“But you’re not thinking straight.” He ventured into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water. He poured me one, too, and I noticed his fingers tense against the cold of the glass. Jake walked over to me and handed the cup down to my hands, which I was noticing by now were very weak with exhaustion. I took a sip, carefully. 

“What are you here for then?” I don’t know exactly what I wanted him to say. He was there, though, and that mattered a lot. He really didn’t have to be there. 

“I don’t know. I want to make sure you’re safe.” I couldn’t fault him for that. He’d given me a free ride, bought me dinner, won me a prize, and then he’d endured my unwanted advances. It would have been quite rude of me after that to repay him by hurting myself. 

“How long are you gonna stay?”

“Until I’m sure.”

And that’s what he did.  

[maginxlia]

Nanami, Gojo, Toji and Sukuna Ryomen in The Christmas Special

Rated R

Contains Foul language and Suggestive Themes

Since Almost Every Good TV series has a Christmas Special or two or more (Looking at you Simpsons!) It's only fitting that I pull my creative block away and Give y'all a little something for the Holidays🎄I appreciate all the love and support y'all give to me and I want to truly thank you all💖 Pronouns Out of this because issa party for everybody 💖 I hope y'all have a Beautiful and Safe holiday💖 For those of y'all who's able to see y'all family for the holidays, I wish y'all well and safe travels with a beautiful loving holiday with the ones you love💖 For those who aren't able to see y'all families, I wish you well and I want you to know you are loved, I hope that your holiday can be wonderful even tho it might Not be the way you planned it💖 Sending y'all lots of love from the Southern Wonderland✨

Tldr: I love y'all and Merry Christmas! Happy Kwanzaa! Happy Yule! I hope y'all had a Happy Hanukkah! In short Happy Holidays 💖

Nanami Kento

Nanami is a man who loves Traditions

Setting up the tree together? Hanging his favorite ornaments that you bought for him? Singing Carols together? Sign him up

Loves the way a real tree smell like but he always set up the artificial tree instead

Nanami has antique decorations that were given to him and he's very proud of them

He has an old ass recipe book that his granny gave to him so he knows how to make Snickerdoodles And soft gingerbread men

Loves to try new recipes with you and Making beautiful Gingerbread houses with you

Drinks adult (Liquored up) Eggnog Every night before bed

Adores old Christmas movies and will cry during Rudolph

Thoughtful high quality gifts, Nanami is a man who listens and observes

Also has the skill of gift wrapping down, The gifts look like something out of a Better Homes and Gardens magazine

Would love to start the tradition of y'all buying special ornaments each year

Spends hours getting the lights right inside and out

Likes to keep everything neat and orderly aka the HOA doesn't have shit to say

Slow dancing Together to old Christmas music and with Him absent mindlessly humming along🥰

Making homemade hot chocolate and watching the fire while the Christmas lights are the only thing lit is 100/100

Making love to you by the fire is 1,000% vibes for him

Loves and respect all of your traditions

It warms his heart doing something charitable for The community

Gojo Satoru

Gojo is fucking ready Shit he's been Ready since January

Literally want y'all place to be the best decorated in the community

Has a prelit white artificial tree and love to decorate the tree with themes in mind

Decorating The tree with this man is an oddly romantic event, If you can't reach the top He will pick you up so you can put ornaments around the top of the tree and the smirk he has is so sly

Goes all out on the lights outside so much that he makes the community have power outage 🤦🏾‍♀️

Gojo got y'all power bill outrageous and the HOA IS BIG MAD

Actually has a list of people to get gifts for and he can decently wrap them too

He Will be hurt if they don't get him a card or small present

Mans will frequently sit under y'all tree naked with a bow on his meat talking about " Unwrap me Baby”

Drinks from a Christmas mug That says "Ho Ho Hoe" on it

Gojo can't control himself around mistletoe 🤦🏾‍♀️ He's nasty and we all know this, Guaranteed to have your clothes undone and his tongue in your mouth in 0.1 seconds

Purchase a lot of gag gifts but also a lot of heartfelt ones too

He wears Ugly Christmas sweaters until Christmas is over

Watch cheesy romance Christmas movies and say "Baby that could be us"

Do not let him drink eggnog with alcohol in it! He will get drunk, clingy and Sleazy

Dresses like Santa Claus and want you to act out one of his favourite XXX Films

Also He does an amazing Santa baby cover that can make Eartha Kitt blush and Make Megumi sick

Host a bomb ass Christmas party every year that not so surprisingly make the Neighborhood hate him even more

Will successfully guess every gift someone brought him just by picking it up

Fushiguro Toji

Christmas spirit??? Toji doesn't even know her

Mans is big mad

Buying gifts? Goodwill towards man? Hanging lights??? A tree?¿? Decorations?!?!? He could go gambling with all that money and energy

That doesn't mean he will deter you from it tho, If it put a smile on your face he'll of course suck it up

Also let's all be honest if you were nothing but a fling and a warm place to stay, Toji would be M.I.A for the holidays so he wouldn't have to buy you a gift (Just Scrub Tings) But He considers you his last chance at happiness

Don't let him pick the tree because lemme tell you he will pick the most pitiful twig they got and lie about it being all they had left🤦🏾‍♀️

He Might lift that fine ass off the couch and put one or two ornaments on the tree but that about it

Would prefer if y'all didn't illuminate the place where he “hides out”

Finds himself enjoying the snacks and cuisine that comes with Christmas

Will eat a tin of Christmas cookies while looking at TV

If you make a gingerbread house He's gonna to eat it

Grumbles about watching Christmas movies but will oblige if you sit on his lap while watching them

The Grinch and Scrooge are both misunderstood characters to him and he relates to them

even tho he's not about that spirit of gift buying but he makes sure to get you something nice and he wouldn't be piss if you don't get him anything

Hates the thought of mistletoe; he doesn't need some “weed” to kiss you until you're weak in the knees

Carolers beware! Toji will not tolerate strangers at y'all home and will Threaten their life expectancy

Doesn't trust Eggnog but loves sparkling grape juice

Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna never really cared to celebrate the holidays but now he has you so he is willing to go all out

Personally Thinks Christmas is about receiving and he likens it to his days of when people would give him offerings

Sukuna really out in these streets keeping Yuuji up at night talking about Presents🤦🏾‍♀️ For himself 🤦🏾‍♀️

No joke He's really gift centered I mean yes he'll help you put up the tree but if there isn't at least one gift under the tree for him on the 25th..... He's yeeting the tree out the fucking window

That being Said he wants the biggest tree and he wants to load it down with tinsel and ornaments to the point it looks kinda tacky

Will spray tons of fake snow on it too

Tries to put up lights and gets agitated the moment they get knotted up or don't work so of course he yanks the bitches off the house in one go (Damage who?)

Tries to put up an inflatable but he was reckless with his claws and he punctured it

So outside decorations is all a Yuuji Job

All the Christmas theme sweets got him intoxicated

Little Debbie tree cakes are his drugs, Sukuna will eat three boxes a day and will get very pissed if you touch one of his cakes without asking first (will be pissed that you even want one)

Likes some of the old Christmas music but he will destroy your radio if all I want for Christmas is you plays more than 2 times

Yuuji Has to tell him that it's not normal to buy gifts for himself and that Christmas is about giving to others

Also Sukuna is forced to budget, He's only allowed to spend 300 hundred dollars on his gifts for you

He struggles with his budget to get you something he deems worthy of royalty but he somehow manages

Don't think for one minute he wrapped the gifts himself, He paid the professionals to do it

CAN and WILL Shake the fuck outta the gifts under the tree so watch him

Drinks so much Eggnog that he makes Yuuji belly ache for three suns

Make sure to always be in control whenever there is mistletoe nearby, if Yuuji dare to kiss you it will be hell to pay

Type to hold you firmly against him as he kisses you so deeply that he takes your breath away, Also you can feel all those muscles 🤤

Will bitch about watching old holiday films with you but slowly come to appreciate if not love them

Likes, Comments, Reblogs and Requests is Hella Appreciated Loved💖 Please don't Steal My Shit

[incaensio]

it’s only been a year that katniss has first come to the capitol, so she understands, better than most, how impressive things are here — she had meant to tell her tributes not to gawk, but the words had been stuck in her throat as the train had pulled in the station today, and the cameras flashed, as bright and desperate as ever, taking in every bit of them, possibly forever. it irked her, to be a part of the spectacle, and to know just how the capitol would spin it; it almost made her wish they’d focus on the no longer star crossed lovers rather than on the tributes of 12, how unfortunate they were, how different, how hopeless. might as well be reading out their obituary.

no matter how realistic this piece of thinking was, she knew she couldn’t let herself think like that. she couldn’t let others think like that either, so when she notices one of her tributes — she recognizes them from the seam, of course; even dressed up to the nines, per cinna’s magical touch, the rattle in their chest from years of mine work can not entirely disappear — has taken to the colorful flutes of alcohol, aromatic and sickening sweet, a stark contrast from the clear drink from the hob she knows they had partaked in. they don’t need to add an intoxicated tribute to the list of things for them to be mocked for, so she is swift in cornering one of the bartenders, flinty eyes sharper than necessary until the man buckles, showing off a pendant of pure gold, shaped like a mockingjay. soon enough, he is sputtering he can not control the kitchen, but he will try, for her, to redirect drink away from her tributes.

the awkward encounter lingers even when the man has ducked away from sight, saying he will keep true to his promise, but leaving her with a drink that he calls a mudslide — apparently her fondness for chocolate has been made public knowledge — and that actually does look good. but one sniff lets her know it will probably be just as strong as any of the hard liquor haymitch drinks, so she merely cradles it in her hands, not wishing to completely throw the favor away. she thinks of offering it to someone, then, maybe find a paper to pen a thank you to the bartender, but when her gaze falls on someone, it is not a welcome face, nor sight.

she knows him, of course. katniss has spent enough time on her prepping seat to know some of the capitol’s tv schedule, and octavia is particularly a fan of his show, though katniss has always seen gloss' show with some annoyance, that way she feels towards anything from the capitol. what use is there to teach capitolites anything they won't have any use for? they don't need to know how to hunt, how to survive anywhere away from their cushy apartments. they don't suffer, that's for the districts. for them. for her, who, despite her distaste, still feels the guilt for glimmer and marvel and still wakes up in the middle of the night after dreaming about glimmer's bloated corpse and the mutt with her shiny blonde hair and green eyes. had he tried teaching his tributes all that he knew? did he blame her for them? did he even remember their names? haymitch doesn't seem like he does, for the other forty six kids who came and went before district 12 has finally had a win.

"gloss," oh, district one sure is unfortunate at picking names. "right?" they've never spoken. it feels weird to just come up to someone and assume who they are, even if it's normal here, as if the victors are just another trinket in these people's living rooms. "was it you who sent an invitation for the show? or one of the producers?" octavia has been pressuring her to do it, claiming it would be good for her image, some solo interviews would make her shine even more — of course, they've only had one solo interview of her, and she had been a ridiculous twirling fool then. but her prepping team is ridiculously sweet and actually thinks she has some sort of promise for everlasting fame in the capitol, regardless of katniss' own feelings about it. "i don't think i can make it."

Gloss arrived at the Presidential mansion with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. He had attended many of these galas before, but this one was different. This time, the tributes were not just children, but adults, ranging from twenty-five to sixty-four years old.

The thought of this Quarter Quell made him feel uneasy, as he knew that it would be even more brutal than the previous games. But Gloss was not one to show weakness, especially not in front of the Capitol elite.

As he walked into the grand ballroom, he took in the opulence around him. The room was filled with Capitol citizens, all dressed in their finest attire. The smell of expensive perfume and food filled the air, but Gloss knew better than to indulge in any of the delicacies that were being offered.

Instead, he made his way over to the bar and ordered a sparkling water. As he sipped his drink, he watched as the other guests mingled and danced to the live music. Gloss didn't feel comfortable joining in, not because he lacked social skills, but because he didn't want to draw any unwanted attention to himself.

He scanned the room, searching for familiar faces among the sea of extravagantly dressed Capitol citizens. He noticed some of the other victors, but they were surrounded by adoring fans, and Gloss had no interest in being a part of that scene.

Gloss leaned against the bar, trying to blend in with the background, but his mind couldn't help but wander to the upcoming games. He knew that the tributes would need all the survival skills they could get, and that was why he had decided to start his own TV program, teaching the Capitol citizens how to survive the Hunger Games.

But as much as he tried to push the thought of the games to the back of his mind, Gloss couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered within him.

[bratkook]

not yet. jjk

not yet, almost, right now pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, some angst, pg-13 word count. 4.1k warnings. mentions of infidelity, some feelings come to light, unrequited pining, spur of the moment kissing, light grinding on the dance floor, jungkook pops a boner and wants to cry</3 summary. jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship note. this is based off a request sent a while back for numbers #43 and #67 from this prompt list! (i think this might turn into a small drabble series...mayhaps)

Jungkook can spot your discomfort easily, the occasional colorful light bouncing off your face showing him the flash of anger in your eyes. The only reason he’s not currently running for the hills, knowing very well how mean you can get when angry, is because your glare isn’t being sent at him. Not yet at least. 

Because of this, he allows himself to enjoy the cute way your nose scrunches up, lips twisting in displeasure as you stare at the crowd of people, eyes locked onto an unlucky bystander. Honestly, he wishes he could hear your thoughts, wanting to know exactly what has your panties in a bunch, ruining your mood instead of letting you enjoy the expensive fruity drink he had just bought you as payment for allowing him to drag you out of the house. Jungkook isn’t a mind reader though, so he decides on his next best option. 

“Who’s got you looking all sour?” he sighs, resting his elbow on the counter of the bar as he inches closer to you, head at your level in an attempt to match your line of sight. 

“Him,” you seethe, brows pinching together, showing those light wrinkles in between them, a product of how expressive you were and definitely something Jungkook always teases you about. 

Jungkook can only hum in question, eyes squinting in the low light as he attempts to find the him you’re talking about. With a slight turn of your head, you’re inches from Jungkook’s cheek, the obvious look of confusion etched onto his soft features letting you know he was absolutely lost. With a soft huff your fingers are gripping his cheeks and moving his face in the right direction, free hand pointing as discreetly as you could to the man in question. 

You know he spots him, you can feel his jaw tense underneath your grip. What you don’t feel is the sudden guilt that fills him up, sloshing in his stomach and mixing with the liquor he just drank until he feels a little queasy. Jungkook instantly regrets coaxing you out of your little dungeon with the promise of cheering you up. If he had known the spawn of satan–dubbed your ex boyfriend and also the reason why you were in a downward spiral–would be here, he would have just let you rot in your bed like you originally wanted. 

“Do you wanna go?” he mutters out, cheeks still squished by your slowly tightening grip, and he begins to accept the fact that you might just break his jaw right now. It’s fine, he thinks, he deserves it. 

“No,” you grunt stubbornly, fingers finally releasing him as you turn back around and choose to face the endless amount of bottles behind the bar. He may be the reason you were currently on a never ending cycle of watching sad, heartbreaking chick-flicks from the early 2000’s, dumping you with the lame excuse that you two were on different paths and he just wasn’t ready for commitment. It’s something you accepted, albeit jaw tense and eye twitching as you did so, but you figured you would eventually find your way back to each other. 

Your mind was warped, believing you were meant to be, that this was just a mere bump in the road that you would laugh at together in the future. 

That is, until he blocked you on all social media, and you had to hear from your best friend that he had moved on days later and was now with some blonde-haired, fresh faced, supermodel-esque woman that you could not get yourself to hate. Instead you took to endlessly scrolling through her instagram while you stuffed your face with milk chocolate and questioned why you had ever convinced yourself that you had a future with him. 

“Good, he’s a dick and you shouldn’t let him ruin your night.” Jungkook grumbles, slinging his arm around you as you hold your forgotten drink by your lips. He had seen your relationship with Hajoon play out from the very beginning, knowing slightly more intimate details than he would like considering you were next door neighbors and happened to share a wall between your bedrooms. 

The friendship you had with Jungkook blossomed right after you moved in four years ago, friendly neighborly talks morphing into actual conversations, and eventually inviting each other into your apartments where you would attempt to beat him at any game you had in your Nintendo switch. It was a great dynamic, providing the two of you with a sense of relief after your busy days at work. 

Unfortunately, the second you got with Hajoon was the end of any of those playful matches, your ex’s jealousy making you distance yourself in an attempt to keep your relationship at bay. 

Jungkook can’t say he didn’t see it coming, having heard the way you’d cry anytime you had an argument and your ex would leave, slamming the door behind him so hard Jungkook’s walls would rattle. It had become such a common occurence it was a shock he hadn’t marched out of his house, met Hajoon in the hall, and gave him a clean right hook in your honor. 

He was secretly hoping you’d break up with the jerk for your own good–and maybe for his own personal reasons too. Your ex was right in being wary of Jungkook, knowing the way a boy's mind worked, sensing Jungkook’s feelings for you in a way you were too blind to see. Jungkook wasn’t a dick though, he could tell you wanted your relationship to work so he kept his distance. 

When weeks went by without the sight of him he began to think you finally did it, a call for celebration that made him want to go over to your place to challenge you for a friendly match of Mario Kart like you used to. 

Until he ran into you in the hall and took note of what a mess you were, his smile falling from his face when he saw how defeated you looked. 

Your shameful confirmation that you had been royally dumped made his heart twist for you, his selfless tendencies urging him to help you feel better in any way he could. You were thankful for it, grateful that he was keeping you company while you moped around, providing you with just the right amount of distraction to allow you to breathe and slowly heal. 

Honestly, today would have been just another day if it wasn’t what was supposed to be your two year anniversary. The second Jungkook heard the telltale sounds of The Notebook starting up in your bedroom—something he hadn’t heard through the drywall separating your rooms in weeks—is when he knew something was up. 

Jump to: now. 

With Jungkook looking sheepish and wishing he had chosen another bar, and you gripping the cup so hard it was a shock it hadn’t shattered in your grasp. 

“He’s with her,” you whisper out harshly, head downcast, swirling the liquid around in your glass as you force yourself not to look back at them. The vision of them coddled up in the corner, her arms wrapped around his while she laughed at whatever he whispered in her ear had stung enough the first time, you weren’t jealous but the pain still lingered inside of you.. 

“Just try to ignore him. Don’t let it bother you,” he attempts to reassure you, the bass of the music muffling the way you try to deny the fact that you’re clearly upset, his attention now elsewhere. 

Jungkook takes a chance and looks back once more, eyes narrowed as he searches for Hajoon in the crowd. He spots him with more ease the second time, seeing the way he lazily drinks from his glass while the blonde rests her head on his shoulder, lips moving as she tells him something that makes him smile. 

“Oh shit,” Jungkook chokes, eyes widening slightly in shock when Hajoon meets his gaze. He’s been caught, too late for him to avert his eyes and pretend he wasn’t blatantly staring. He can only give him a tight-lipped smile that he hopes doesn’t come across as an invitation to come say hello. 

“What?” you question, turning to stare at Jungkook and seeing the look on his face, doe eyes swirling with a mix of emotions. 

“He saw me,” he speaks through clenched teeth, lips barely moving as he does so, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. 

“What?” you repeat harshly, setting the drink back down as your palms grow clammy, finger tugging at your shirt’s neckline when the air becomes thick and stuffy. 

“Oh fuck, he’s coming.” Jungkook throws back the remainder of his drink, grimacing at the burn lingering in the back of his throat before placing the cup down. “Just follow along,” he whispers into your ear, standing tall as Hajoon approaches the two of you. 

He’s ballsy, Jungkook will give him that, more so when he completely ignores Jungkook in favor of calling out your name. 

“Y/N, oh my god is that you?”

Jungkook can’t stop the way he glares at the bastard, not even the small jab to his side that you deliver with your elbow is enough to wipe the look off his face. Still, you pause to breathe, shutting your eyes briefly before plastering a look of surprise on your features as you turn around to face him. 

“Hajoon, what are you doing here?” Your voice has risen a few octaves, pitch surpassing the normal customer service voice and entering unhinged and borderline crazed territory. Hajoon doesn’t notice though, and neither does the girl strapped to his side, the two of them smiling at you and not giving Jungkook a glance. 

“Oh, we’re just celebrating our four month anniversary.” The girl finally speaks up, giving Hajoon a kiss to the cheek and completely missing the way your face instantly falls. Her innocent statement has you coming to the sudden realization that this son of a bitch had been cheating on you for the last two months of your relationship. 

Jungkoon spots it easily though, can sense the way your body tenses up beside him, no doubt will the rage flare up in the form of hot tears spilling over and onto your cheeks soon. One look at Hajoon’s pleased face is enough to not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing the way he affects you. 

“Young love,” Jungkook sighs, long arm pulling you into his side obnoxiously, seeing the way Hajoon eyes the two of you carefully. “I can relate. We’ve been together for...what is it again babe, five months?”

Hajoon doesn’t even attempt to be discreet, eyes bulging out and fist curling at his side. He had hated Jungkook the second he met him, intimidated by his physique and the way he made you laugh with ease, threatened by him in every sense. It was the reason he told you to cut ties with him, his fragile ego not trusting your neighbor, fully convinced all Jungkook would have to do was beckon you over for you to leave him. 

Any man would feel threatened by him, just looking at him now with his long hair framing his face, the challenging glimmer in his eyes as he gauges the other’s reaction. Hajoon follows Jungkook’s arm, seeing how it snakes around your body and settles with his palms curling around your waist, fingers gently squeezing your skin. 

Jungkook chuckles when Hajoon meets his gaze once more, free hand adjusting the yellow tinted sunglasses perched on his head—something that should make him look like an A class douchebag, because who the hell brings shades to a fucking club. But like all things, Jungkook makes it work. 

All of this tied in with that small, white lie, makes Hajoon’s head spin in a jealous whirlwind. It was fine and dandy if he cheated on you but how dare you give him the same treatment, with your neighbor of all people. 

“Five months?” He bites first, eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of you. 

The insecurity is written all over his face, it almost makes him shrink in size and for some reason it fills you with confidence. You stand taller now, sliding your own arm around Jungkook’s side as you nuzzle into him. 

“Almost six.” Those two words are the nails into his coffin of insecurity, probably increasing his trust issues for years to come, but considering it was no longer your problem, you don’t care. 

“Wow, almost half a year. That’s so cute, isn’t it?” His girlfriend coos, perfectly manicured hand placed over her chest, totally missing the way Hajoon looks like a kicked puppy. 

Now that he doesn’t have the one up, he’s no longer interested in sticking around, the gross green monster perched on his shoulder laughing at his misfortune. 

“Adorable,” he grunts out. “We should get back to our table. It was nice seeing you.”

He doesn’t wait for a response before walking away, his girlfriend giving you a small wave before following behind him. The growing distance between you makes your muscles relax, sagging in relief as you release Jungkook’s side and hunch over the sticky bar. 

“I think I'm gonna puke,” you groan out, eyes going crossed when you feel Jungkook rest two fingers against your lips, sending him a questionable stare. 

“Please don’t, that drink was expensive. You’re only allowed to hurl as the grand finale of the night, and we’re just getting started.”

Jungkook smiles when you shut your eyes and groan, your mood was already down in the dumps, and despite the small rush you got from putting Hajoon in his place, you were still craving the comfort of your bed. “Can we go?”

The bartender proceeds to place a glass of water in front of you, assuming your slumped state was due to intoxication and not the gross remnants of running into an ex-boyfriend. You grab the glass regardless, taking a big gulp of the cool liquid and sighing when it helps calm you down. 

“If you really want to go we can, but at least try to loosen up.” His smile is genuine, cheeks pushed out as he looks down at you with kind eyes. “We’ll stay on the opposite side, and if you’d still rather watch the Notebook for the millionth time, we can do that.”

With a half-hearted groan you nod, allowing Jungkook to order another round of drinks for you to enjoy before eventually dragging you out onto the dance floor. He knows how to keep the atmosphere up, goofy smile on his lips as he bobs his head along to the loud beat, hands clasped with yours and wiggling in time to the music. 

“You love this song,” he manages to say through the noise, pulling you closer as he settles into a spot on the decently packed floor. You couldn’t even deny it, he heard just how often you played it through the paper thin walls. That playlist full of hit 2000’s songs was your guilty pleasure, and it was the main reason he had decided to bring you to this club on their themed night. 

Jungkook was attentive, he knew so much about you and played it off casually, always listening to things you say you enjoy, storing them into a folder labeled under your name and shoved into a very important part of his brain. 

You knew he was trying his best to get you to enjoy yourself, so you give in, beginning to sing along to the lyrics of an old song that brought back a flood of memories that made you smile back at him. Jungkook feels the first burst of success bloom inside him, joining in with your singing, raising up your clasped hands as you begin dancing. 

The smile doesn’t leave his face as he stares down at you, the few drinks you’ve had loosening you up and allowing you to push the earlier thoughts away. He feels mesmerized, eyes locked onto you, the flash of colors painting your skin, illuminating you in alternating shades of purple and blue. His heart does that annoying thing where it skips and stutters in his chest, mouth drying up as you drop your head back and sway your hips, slowly loosening the grip in your hands and turning around until your back is dangerously close to his chest.

Jungkook’s hands hover in the air for a moment, panic over taking his brain as he tries to remain calm. He could do this—he has done this before—the two of you would go clubbing before you got with your ex, and dancing definitely played a big part of it. So why was his brain short circuiting?

Sure your ass was brushing up against his crotch with each sway of your hips, but you were dancing, so his mind and his dick could fuck right off. He shakes his head to clear any dirty thoughts as his hands loosely grip your hips, testing the water, and when you smile and look back at him he feels less wary and sways his hips in time with yours. 

You can feel his chest brush against your back, breath fanning along your skin from his close proximity, only getting closer when you lift an arm back and hold his shoulder to pull him tighter against you. The heat sticks to your skin, thin shirt dampening with sweat from the warmth of the bodies around you, everyone in their own state of drunkenness as the bass flowed through their chests. 

Going out like this had been something you missed, used to frequenting the bars and clubs by your apartment with your friends and Jungkook, something that came to a halt because your ex claimed he hated that kind of scene. Something that was clearly a lie considering he was here now, enjoying himself as him and his new girlfriend danced along. 

You didn’t realize when he made his way onto the dance floor, enough distance separating you, but now that you had spotted him you feel like he’s way too close for comfort. In a similar position to you and Jungkook, Hajoon is free to look around while his girlfriend dances on him, eyes locked onto you with a smirk that makes your skin crawl. 

Jungkook is too lost in the music to notice where your attention has gone, earlier effects of the alcohol settling into his bloodstream, warming him up in that familiar way he welcomes. When the song changes, flowing into the next bass heavy anthem, you turn around in his grasp, giving him a brief glance before your hands are gripping his cheeks and bringing him down into a messy kiss. 

This is definitely something he’s never done with you before.

A muffled sound of confusion is swallowed by you as he quickly falls into the motion, large palms gripping your hips, slowly sliding up your back before lightly tangling into your hair to deepen the kiss. Jungkook can taste the liquor on your tongue, mixing with his own as your tongue slips between his lips. He has no idea what came over you but his racing heart and buried crush don’t let him question it, soft lips smacking with yours, not heard between the thrumming music. 

Your fingers feel the warmth of his cheeks, how he blushes into the kiss but you attribute it to the alcohol pumping through him. Harsh breaths fan across your face as he groans, lightly pulling back for a gasp of air but you don’t allow it. “No, don’t pull away. Not yet.”

And who is he to argue with that, blindly letting you bring your lips back together in a messy kiss. Your small pleas for him to continue has all the blood rushing to his cock, the ache felt in his jeans when it starts to harden, pressing into the denim uncomfortably and only getting worse when you gently bite down onto his lip before inching back. 

“Is he still looking?” you question, breath jagged as you peer up at Jungkook’s dazed expression. 

“What?” he dumbly replies, lips swollen and shiny, eyes still focused on your own as he makes an attempt to reconnect your lips. But then your question dawns on him, like a bucket of ice cold water, it sobers him up instantly. Is he still looking?

This was all for show. 

“He’s on the far right.” You motion your head in the direction and observe his face when his eyes move over to check if Hajoon was in fact still there. He does spot him heading out in a hurry though, girlfriend trailing behind him as he exits the club entirely

“No, just saw him leave.” Jungkook clears his throat, fingers slipping out of your hair and settling down over your back just like before. He hopes his solemn expression isn’t amplified by the lights flashing across his face, trying his best to act unaffected, as if he didn’t just pop a boner on the dance floor over a revenge make-out session. 

Luckily you don’t spot his fallen expression, a wide smile spreading across your face in victory, happy that you had successfully put him in his place. 

“I’m so sorry for kissing you.” You gasp in realization, unknowingly pouring salt in the wound when you act as if kissing him was something you would never do if it wasn’t in an attempt to piss off your ex. 

“No, it’s okay,” he waves off and smiles, eyes glancing over to the bar once more. Jungkook needed a drink, maybe five—actually he wouldn’t mind going home and watching The Notebook now, that would surely give him a reason to cry with no questions asked. 

He starts to walk back to the bar with you by his side, the sad look you had earlier entirely gone, replaced with a giddy smile and a pep in your step, so he can’t say he's too upset. 

“God, you should’ve seen how mad he looked when he saw us dancing together,” you giggle, standing inches from him as he orders another drink. Before he can respond, you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him in for a hug. 

A hug, really?

Still, Jungkook sighs and wraps his own arms around your waist, a defeated smile on his face that he hides as he lets his chin rest over your head. The dip in his head makes the yellow tinted frames fall over his eyes and when he pulls back you snort at the visual, finger gently poking the bridge of them. 

“You look good in those.”

His drink gets placed in front of him then, giving him a good excuse to avoid stumbling over his words from your compliment, choosing to take a gulp of the hard liquor, wincing when it burns his throat. “Thank you,” he rasps out, grimacing at the taste and it just makes you giggle. 

“I should be thanking you. You need to be my fake boyfriend more often.”

Even more salt poured into his wound, topped with a dash of lemon juice in the form of your playful smile and nudge to his ribs, it stings. His heart ache in his chest, more so when he realizes his stupid boner was still going strong. Thankfully the dark lights prevent you from seeing it, the last thing he needed was further embarrassment. 

The yellow frames are placed back over his head as he takes another sip, nodding along to your statement with what he hopes comes across as a genuine smile on his lips once he sets his cup down. “Anytime you want Y/N.”

“I know this night didn’t end with the grand finale of me puking, but do you wanna go home and watch movies? No sappy romance ones, I'm not in the mood for crying anymore.”

He finishes his drink with ease, quickly closing his tab as he agrees. “Yeah, just let me go to the bathroom real quick.” 

You might not be in the mood for crying but he definitely was; he also needed to handle the situation in his jeans, and what better night to stoop this low than tonight. His own version of a grand finale coming in the form of jerking off in the dirty bar bathroom while maybe shedding a tear or two. 

“Okay! I’ll call an uber,” you announce cheerfully, allowing him to walk away as you settle onto one of the sticky bar stools. 

Jungkook’s chest feels heavy as he walks to the bathroom, slipping into the small room and locking the door behind him. His forehead rests against the dirty door, eyes falling shut with a groan. He wishes he had the guts to confess to his crush, needing to push the fear of ruining the friendship away from his mind, wanting to gather possible clues that could indicate that you might feel the same. 

One day, but not yet. 

[mcuntainbcrn]

Out Of Context Quotes Said In Calls With Friends [Pt 1]

I DON’T WANT THE ZAXBY’S CHICKEN TENDER! I WANT MY MCDONALDS CHICKEN NUGGIE BACK!!!

I swear to whatever forces may or may not exist, I am going to reach through this screen and fucking strangle you.

What do you mean?!  H e l l o ? !

He wants them feet pics, and keeps getting left on read.

THUNDERMEOWWWWWWRRREEEEEEEEEEREREREREEERGH!

Don’t worry about it?! Now I’m going to worry about it even more!

TINY PHOENIX! Tiny phoenix~

I turned into a cat for a moment there.

We all heard what you said.

This chocolate tastes like tiny square pills of deceit.

Don’t laugh at me! I’m right!

It’s not a bunny! It’s a fake bunny!

Naughty children best behave lest they end up on my uneven and split advertisement.

You are totally my bitch forever.

What the fuck did I just watch?!

I’m having an aneurysm right now - how are you this stupid?

Hey behbeh - how you doinnnn?

It’s so SMALL! How did it knock the bear over?! HOW?!

How did it uppercut the bear?! IT’S A CHICK!!!

It looks like a hungover potato.

That’s an insult to potatoes everywhere!

Squidward going ‘fuck it’ is like senior year.

My work here is done.

They do say rainbows! They do!

I sure wish I had a liquor store near me.

Why is he holding a duck? He’s just…holding it like a burger.

You made me come out of my room for this?

You’re a pastabender!!!

Why does he have a corpse? Mind ya business. He was lonely, okay?

NOOO! NOT HIS FRIEND!

I was laughing the entire time, but I was muted.

I’m dyin’ anyway - let’s goooooooooooo! I’m taking a motherfucker out before I go!

Take me to jail - I wont be there long.

I’m awake, but I don’t want to be.

I have a single brain cell and it’s for old men.

Out of the way - we have privilege.

Don’t lick my KNEEEEEEES!

AEROOOOO! DYYYYYYY! NAMICS!

What the fuck are you wearing?

YOU’VE RUINED ME! NOW DIE!

*peels skin off sexily*

We didn’t do the ritualll.

Are you calling me out?

LOOK AT ME! If you ruin this for me again, I swear to god…

You are not a Daddy. Sorry.

I diagnose you with D tier Daddy.

Look at me. Look me straight in the eyes. Look at me. Look at me. …fuck you.

I got my booties now.

*sobs openly*

I don’t wannnnnnna get stickyyy.

[dannythedog]

hey fam, saw your post. can you do me a sammy scenario where he and y/n are friends and he confesses that he's in love with her?

With Movies Come Confessions: Sam Kiszka x Y/N

Of course!! Thank you so much for requesting! Sorry if this is a little rough, this is the first thing I've written in years.

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Sitting in bed just wasn't an option anymore. The gray walls of your bedroom were slowly driving you insane, reminding you slightly of a short story you read in school.

You didn't bother changing out of your leggings and tee. You simply needed to get out. Grabbing your phone and keys, you texted your best friend Sam on the way out of your apartment. He and his brothers were just the people you needed tonight.

'Hey, Sammy. I need to come over. It's an emergency.'

'What? Of course you can come over. Is everything okay?'

You giggled at his sweet concern. Sam was always so caring, it made your cheeks burn and heart flutter.

You pushed those thoughts out of your mind. He was your rockstar best friend. There wasn't room to think like that.

'I'm DYING of boredom. Be there in 15 :)'

You ignored the dings of your phone on your drive over to the Kiszka residence. It was surely Sam telling you off for scaring him like that.

As you pulled up, you were greeted with a scowling Sam through the living room window. His long brown locks fell in front of his eyes as he pouted his pink lips and shook his head. You felt your heart clench at the sight of him, butterflies arising at the fake intensity of his gaze.

"You scared me, idiot," he groaned when you waltzed through the door.

You laughed at his attitude. "But it was an emergency! I would've died if I went one more day without you guys."

"Damn right you would've. We're just the best people you know!" Josh called from the kitchen.

The clinking of bottles and the sound of the microwave led you to where the other two Kiszka boys were.

"I'm glad you could join us," Jake smiled coolly. "We were gonna get tipsy and watch movies."

"Sounds fantastic to me," you grinned, grabbing an already filled shot glass and tossing it back. The liquid burned as it went down, helping you get rid of the butterflies Sam had caused.

"Here's a bowl of popcorn, and you should just bring the bottles of liquor. We don't need to be burdened by the formalities of glasses," Josh ordered while making his way to the living room.

Sammy helped you scoop up the bottles and remaining bowls of popcorn before settling into a little nest on the loveseat. Josh had already turned on some rom-com that didn't look interesting in the slightest.

"Do you want some of my blanket?" Sam's breath fanned over your ear sending chills through your body. He had leaned in close as to not disturb his brothers.

The proximity of your faces made your own heat up. You desperately wanted to push these feelings away, but Sam was so captivating. The way his eyes were so expressive, his cheekbones caught the light perfectly giving him a pretty glow, the way he unabashedly cared for you. All of those qualities made you convinced he was out of your league. There was nothing but friendly feelings from his side.

"Sure," you nodded. He draped half of his blanket over your legs, scooting closer as he did so.

You tried to ignore the electricity coursing through you, but the way he was leaning into you made it impossible. With every brush of your fingers as you reached into your shared popcorn bowl, you grew visibly more flustered.

"Are you okay?" Sam questioned, chocolate brown eyes scanning over your face.

"Yeah, this movie is just too cute. It makes me sick," you lied. "I just kinda wish I had something like that sometimes."

Sam gazed at you quietly. You were afraid you made your feelings obvious somehow.

"Why don't you have something like that then?"

You stared at him for a moment, unsure of how to respond. He reached for your hand, gently cupping it in his own.

"You're beautiful," he started. "You're kind and fun. You have a wicked sense of humor. You're warm and you just feel like home."

Your hands began trembling, movie long forgotten by now. Did he mean these things? The pink tint on his cheeks says yes, but he was an affectionate guy. He was just trying to be a good friend.

"Thanks, Sammy," you said through an airy laugh. "But you don't need to flatter me."

"No, Y/N, I mean it. Every word. Yeah, you're my best friend and this might fuck everything up, but I want to give you everything in the movies. God, for years now I've been dying to just hold your hand or cuddle up with you at the end of the night," his eyes held truth and intensity. You felt those butterflies bubble up in your stomach once again.

"If you'd let me, I'd like to give you every ounce of love I have. I love you, Y/N."

Your heart soared at his confession. You were speechless. Sam Kiszka loved you. The same kind of love you had for him. His eyes began to dart around, nervous that your silence meant rejection.

"If you don't want that, then I understand completely. I just thought-"

You cut him off by lacing your fingers through his silky mane.

"You have no idea how badly I've wanted to hear that," you grinned, pulling Sam closer.

His fingers danced around your waist, a new nervous energy filling the air. One of uncharted territory.

His nose brushed yours. "Is it too soon to kiss you?"

You shook your head and he closed the distance. His soft lips pressed against yours gently, filled with sparks and unspoken feelings. He kept a hand planted firmly on your waist as the other travelled up to caress your cheek.

When he pulled away, you couldn't help but trail after him a bit. You were completely mesmerized by the feel of his skin on yours. A new drug to you.

"I'd love to kiss you all night, but my brothers are still in the room. I'm shocked they haven't said anything yet."

You giggled and glanced at the twins. The television had them in a trance. You cuddled into Sam's side, content for now.

"Stay the night with me?" he muttered into your hair.

You softly nodded, placing a sweet peck to his hand. "Anything to be close to you."

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Hi!! I hope you liked it! I wasn't quite sure where this was going to go, but I think it turned out cute. Please feel free to send in more requests!!