#im literally cackling alone in my kitchen

[sirclitoressa]

for all you latinists out there

[jungshookz]

So how about a drabble? ANY DRABBLE WOULD DO IM THIRSTAYYY

hERE is the somewhat completed but uncompleted hwayoung’s birthday draft that i was supposed to post :-((( but forgot to :-(((( 

universe; ceo!yoongi

wordcount; 1.8k

something that you can safely say hwayoung inherited from you is the fact that you are very much a believer in getting as much beauty sleep as possible

the girl would snooze the entire day away if it weren’t for eating and diaper changing

in fact yOu would snooze the entire day away if it weren’t for eating and diaper changing

so it was more than surprising when you opened the door this morning to see her already up and waiting for you to come and get her

“what in the world are you already doing up??” you gasp exaggeratedly as you step into her room

you head over and switch off her white noise machine before turning to face her “good morning, birthday girl!”

hwayoung squeals excitedly as she starts to bounce up and down in her crib while holding onto the railings

“mamamamama-“ she babbles and starts to bounce even moRe enthusiastically as you approach her crib

you smooth her bedhead hair back before leaning down and smaCking a kiss on her forehead

“did you sleep well?” you squish her cheeks in between your hands before leaning down again and giving her a little kith on her nose

“ba.” 

“i hear ya loud and clear, girl. should we head down for breakfast? daddy’s slicing up some bananas for you in the kitchen.”

“ba!” hwayoung raises her arms for you to pick her up

“we should probably change your diaper first because no birthday should start off with a warm wet tushy.” you scoop hwayoung out of her crib and cradle her against your hip

you pause when you give her bum a little squish as you adjust her and you unintentionally grimace 

,.,.that is a very full diaper

u love ur daughter but changing diapers is still GROSS 

anyways 

since hwayoung’s birthday falls on new year’s eve you thought it was going to be tricky figuring out how to celebrate them both at the same time

which is why you came up with a completely foolproof plan that you think everyone will be happy with

here’s what’s going to go down on december 31st 2019

you will celebrate hwayoung’s birthday for the entire day

and then you will celebrate new year’s eve for the entire night when hwayoung goes to bed!

see??

but wait 

now that you think about it

,.,.,.does hwayoung also want to celebrate new year’s with you guys?

does she even understand the concept of a new year?? a new decaDE?????

ok you’re definitely overthinking this

keeping her up til midnight is going to mess with her sleeping schedule biG time so that probably wouldn’t be a good idea

“-then uncle jimin and jungkook are coming over with your presents, and we’re going to open them, and your ice cream cake is in the freezer-“ you make your way down the stairs slowly as you tell hwayoung about how the day is going to unfold

she lets out a little sigh before leaning against you and tucking her head under your chin

“happy birthday, chunky monkey!” yoongi’s face lights up when he sees the two of you coming down the stairs and hwayoung immediately perks up

“dadadaba!!!” you give her one last kiss before handing her over to yoongi and of courSE she’s reaching out to him before you even hand her off

she has her mama’s girl moments but most of the time she is definitely a daddy’s girl

yooongi immediately smooshes several kisses to her cheek and hwayoung cackles with glee

“-and good morning to you-“ he hums and leans over to give you a quick kiss “i thought you were going to get up to help me with breakfast!”

“y’know, i was… and then i was like… extra sleep sounds vEry nice…” you smile sheepishly and scratch the back of your neck “but this spread looks great!”

yoongi went all out for breakfast this morning

buttered slices of golden brown toast

crispy sausages and slabs of bacon

scrambled eggs

freshly-squeezed orange juice too!!

and of course a bowl of sliced up bananas for hwayoung because she’s been going through a banana (and blueberry!) phase lately

yoongi even sprinkled a couple (whole grain) cheerios on her tray for her to pick at

“what time did jimin and jungkook say they were coming over? i should probably start decorating for the party soon.” 

after making sure hwayoung is snug and secure in her seat, you pull a chair out to sit down on

yoongi hands you a cup of hot coffee before pausing slightly “i think they said 10 or 11? i’ll text them again after breakfast to make sure.”

“bada?” hwayoung raises her fist and unfurls it before revealing a perfectly round blueberry

she blinks owlishly at you when you don’t make a move

and then you realise that your daughter is offering you some of her breakfast which is vEry kind of her

you pluck it from her before popping it into your mouth “thank you, my sweet little baby.” you reach over to push her cheerios closer to her

“baba.” she murmurs and shoveS some mushy bananas into her mouth

“are you going to offer any to dada?” you gesture to yoongi and yoongi pushes his bottom lip out in a pout before holding his hands out

hwayoung giggles as she continues to mash bananas and blueberries into her mouth

goD

you love her sticky little face

:’)

“y/n, check it out!” jungkook raises both of hwayoung’s legs up in the air so that you can get a good look at her feet

hwayoung squawks as she flops back against kook’s tummy and she lets out a little whine

“we’re matching!!!” jungkook wiggles his own feet and you snort when you see that they’re both wearing brand new nike air force 1s

at least now you know hwayoung is just as trendy as kook

but also why is jungkook wearing shoes in your living room like a maniAC

before you get a chance to gently remind jungkook that it would be greatly appreciated if he took his shoes off, jimin pipes up in a huff

“i can’t believe you literally copied my gift idea-“ jimin gestures to the open doc martens box and jungkook rolls his eyes

“i didn’t copy anything-“

“i told you i was going to get her her first pair of doc martens.“ jimin states before reaching over to pull hwayoung’s sock up

“yeAH you said doc martens you didn’t say anything about nikes-“ jungkook lets go of hwayoung’s legs before leaning back against his palms

hwayoung sits up properly before peeking around to look over at you

she’s looking at you like she wants you to rescue her

“oh you are suCH A MOOCHER-“ 

hwayoung twists around and places her hands on the ground so that she’s kind of lying over jungkook’s thigh before pushing her bum up to help her to stand up

aH

okay here we go

her new shoes were made for walking and that’s exaCtly what she’s going to do

you drop down to your knees and hold your arms out as hwayoung slowly toddles her way over to you while jimin and jungkook continue to bicker over their gifts in the background

“c’mere, come to mama!” you grin excitedly as she steps toward you 

you remember the first time she walked

you were worried that she was never going to walk because all the kids from your mommy’s group had already started to walk but hwayoung still seemed to prefer crawling

you remember you were on the phone with yoongi while preparing dinner one night

hwayoung was on her play mat by the fridge stacking her little toy blocks and all in all having a good time by herself

and yoU were kind of a mess because you were trying to do like 10 things at once

talk to yoongi

chop up some onions

stir the pot

watch the other pot

make sure the pots and pans in the sink aren’t going to topple over

anyways it took you a second to realize that you had dropped your wooden spoon onto the floor but you couldn’t pick it up at the moment because you were holding a veRY hot pot

“so, what time did you say you were going to leave the off- oH-“ you jump three feet into the air when you suddenly realise that hwayoung is standing right behind you as soon as you turn around after having put the pot down

what the-

she blinks at you before holding the wooden spoon up for you to take “bahbah?”

your brows knit together almost immediately “what the f-“

“y/n, what’s wrong?” yoongi asks on the other line and you tilt your head in curiosity as you look down at your daughter

h-how,..,,. how did she get from her play mat to over here so,.,. so quickly.,., and also,.., she is definitely standing on her own two feet right now

usually she has to hold your hand or lean onto something but here she is

standing

like a normal human being

you take the spoon from her gingerly before clearing your throat “uh, nothing! nothing. i just- i think- i think hwayoung is- well, she’s-”

“spit it out, you’re worrying me-” 

“she’s standing! by herself. she’s standing on her own two feet. and i’m pretty sure she walked over to me. by herself. alone.” you clear your throat

you haven’t taken your eyes off of hwayoung because you’re waiting for her next move

but she’s just staring right back up at you 

you neARLY cried but you held it together for the sake of not freaking hwayoung out

and now she’s toddling around everywhere!!!! she still plops down every now and then but she can make at least 10 steps before giving up and waiting for someone to pick her up or just crawling over to the destination by herself

“wow, these are nice…” you hum as you check out hwayoung’s new shoes

they are vERY white and you know they’re going to get all scuffed up in like five seconds flat

but you’ve already imagined a million different outfits to match with the shoes and you’re excited >:-))

the docs that jimin gifted are also very nice and you’re looking forward to buying moRe outfits to match with them

“see, look what you did!” jungkook scoffs as he twists to gesture to hwayoung “your yeLLing scared her off- c’mere, hwayoung, come to me-” 

“no no, come to mE-” 

hwayoung looks up at you helplessly and you snort 

everyone wants the birthday girl’s attention today!!! 

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

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[gills-corn]

The water running down Ligaya's hands turn reddish-brown. The tang of blood still lingers in her mouth but she allows herself to breathe. She could just easily wash that down with water. Bloodied palms are more damning, more dangerous, but God be damned if she didn't feel something course through her body as she fled the scene.

"You're home?" a groggy voice asks behind her.

Ligaya starts and smacks her hand on the sink but it's just Anita, looking ruffled, her hair and clothes windswept and there are traces of blood on her mouth and clothes.

Ligaya relaxes her shoulder and beckons the other woman to join her, clicking her tongue. "You have blood all over."

Snorting, Anita nudges Ligaya with her hip, grinning up at her. There's something in Anita's eyes as she flicks her gaze throughout her face, eventually settling on Ligaya's lips. Ligaya feels her heart stop.

"Having a few droplets of blood wouldn't put me in danger, Li," Anita whispers, her breath practically fanning Ligaya's face.

"You should still be very careful," Ligaya replies, as gently as the other girl.

The flickering of the oil lamp casts shadows on Anita's already sunken face but Ligaya is still hopelessly staring at her face as if it's the last thing she'll do. It's painful and pointless - this has been going on for fifty years, would she let herself crumble now?

"Anything for you," Anita replies with a wink.

Her tongue darts around her mouth, wiping off the excess blood. Ligaya, despite the abundance of blood in her system, feels like she could faint.

She takes a step back, picking up the pieces left from her shattered sanity, like a loon gluing back pieces of a broken vase. There's no saving her - she and Anita both, really - but she could pretend. She has gotten pretty proficient at that. Still, Ligaya is not a good actress. And Anita is too smart for her own good. Ligaya, despite not wanting to take her eyes off her friend, turns around and busies herself with a empty mug.

"So, who did you - "

"Eat?" Anita supplies, turning on the faucet.

Ligaya hears the water run before promptly nodding. "Don't forget to use soap."

"Fine," Anita grumbles.

Ligaya doesn't know how she still complains - half a century of doing this should be routine to Anita by now.

"I, uh, had a little excursion with Dominador - I think his last name is Tan? I'm not so sure," Anita answers, her voice a little too light.

Ligaya could hear the grin in her voice and she feels her chest clamp up. Stupid, stupid.

"And you ate him afterwards?" Ligaya asks, immediately having the courage to turn around and face Anita, who is now wiping her hands hastily on her skirt.

"Ligaya, darling, eating him was the excursion," Anita says, pursing her lips. "Are you suggesting - "

"Well, how was I supposed to know?" Ligaya exclaims, throwing her hand in the air. "I still don't know how you get these men alone and feast on their blood."

Anita smiles up at her, the type that makes Ligaya weak on the knees. She just scoffs and leans against the wall of their cramped kitchen, pulling out a lone cigarette from the pocket of her shorts.

"I have my techniques and you have yours," Anita replies. "Let's just say both of us are pretty good at what we do."

Sighing, Ligaya rolls her eyes and strolls towards the lamp, where she dangles the end of her cigarette at the flame and waits for it to light. Anita's right - while she's more of a femme fatale (a title Anita so rightfully claimed when she learned the word, referring to herself as such while Ligaya wanted to tear her hair out of her head), Ligaya's more of a 'corner-a-person-in-a-dark-street-and-literally-suck-the-life-out-of-them' kind of person. However differing their methods may be, they make it work. They feed, they survive, they push on as 'normal people', whatever that means. They constantly move places, for fear of being tracked down or seen as the death rates keep rising. They live. And living is more than enough for Ligaya, even if that means losing Anita to another man every single night.

She takes a drag and puffs it on Anita's face. Shame. Doesn't even do anything to mar her looks. Ligaya bites down a laugh as the other woman coughs gently, waving her hand around the air.

"Li, not funny," Anita remarks, sliding off the counter.

"We're virtually immortal, Ani. Besides, it's - it makes me destress," Ligaya answers, watching Anita bustle around the kitchen.

For whatever reason, Anita always scarf down 'human food' after eating literal humans. She says hunting is physically draining. Ligaya wouldn't know. All she does is wait in silence and try her best to not move but she always prepares something for Anita, or at least buy her something from the store. Because she's such a good friend, who may or may not have been following Anita like a lovesick teenager for the better part of the century.

"There's food in the fridge. From McDonald's," Ligaya answers, as casually as she can.

Anita pouts as she wrenches the door open, pulling out a slightly damp container. "I prefer Jollibee."

"Take what you can get, asshole," Ligaya mutters, inhaling another puff of smoke.

"Fine. Ooh, chicken!"

"So," Ligaya asks, watching Anita swallow down fried chicken like a starved dog, which is supposed to be disgusting but instead she finds incredibly endearing, "where did you dump the body?"

"Details, details," Anita answers, barely coherent with her mouth stuffed with food as she waves around a chicken bone. "I just placed him. . . somewhere."

"Jesus Christ," Ligaya groans.

"Hoy! Do not use His name in vain, remember?" Anita reprimands, making a quick sign of the cross with the chicken dangling on her hand.

"Anita, we literally kill and consume actual, live human beings. If hell were real, we'd be in it by now."

Anita lets out a cackle of laughter, something that kids in their town said resembled that of a witch. Well. Look where they are now.

"You sound like my mother. The oil lamp doesn't help. We have an emergency lamp, Li. We're not in 1950 anymore."

"Eh, I like this better," Ligaya says, gesturing to the lamp hanging near the kitchen sink. "Besides, I love the smell of kerosene."

"Of course you do."

There's no hint of malice in Anita's words - it was almost fond, tender - but Ligaya would prefer them to be that, anything else than what gives Ligaya cascades of something strange at the pit of her stomach.

Ligaya stubs out her cigarette with the tips of her fingers, which Anita once said was cool (Ligaya wore it like a badge of honor, like she would never accomplish anything better than extinguishing fire with her various body parts). As the smoke dies out, the electricity flickers back on. She almost misses the way how the orange blaze of the fire made Anita look in the dark but it doesn't really matter - in whichever lighting, Anita always manages to disarm Ligaya, over and over again. It's pathetic.

"You have work tomorrow?" Anita asks.

"Yeah. My manager says that I'm his 'favorite employee of the month', whatever that means."

"Ooh, maybe you can get to take him."

"Or maybe he's being a total creep."

"Your point does make more sense, not going to lie," Anita says. "You heading to bed soon?"

"I'm still too worked up to sleep. I can still feel the guts of the lady I ate earlier inside my stomach."

Anita snickers, in a tone-down version of that laugh of hers, and presses a kiss on Ligaya's cheekbones, light as a feather. Ligaya feels like she could melt onto the floor of their kitchen as Anita walks to her bedroom, her footsteps getting heavier and heavier with each step, clearly tired. For whatever reason, Anita was always a morning person, not even after this whole thing happened to them.

Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. Ligaya sighs as she leans her head against the wall, too hopeless, too dumb, too in-love. She wants to bash her head against the wall and die but she doesn't want Anita to see that image, however often they see dead people.

Anita and Ligaya are far from normal but Ligaya tries to be. She's just your usual young woman in the city trying to go through day-to-day, despite of the fact that she turns into an actual monster at the stroke of midnight. In a way, her pining over her best friend, makes her feel grounded, makes her feel more humane in some way. She knows others don't consider her as human, but if loving and hurting are all just part of the human condition, then she'd be the most perfect human to ever exist on the planet.

She's just Ligaya, a seventy-five year old in the body of someone fifty years younger, a waitress at a restaurant, has some sort of nicotine dependance, eats people on the side, hopelessly in love with another woman with the enticing dark eyes and sickening grin. Human or not, she decides, she's still living - whatever living is, she still isn't quite sure, but she has an idea. Living is what things in this world are meant to do and it's what fuels Ligaya every day.

"Hey, can you go to bed?" Anita suddenly says as she emerges from her bedroom, her face groggy and her body swamped with a huge set of pyjamas she might have stolen from a victim.

Ligaya thinks that she's still too beautiful, too close to perfection.

"Why?"

"I can't stay up thinking that you're not sleeping."

"I said, we're im - "

Anita sighs. "I know. Just - go to sleep? Please?"

Ligaya, like every other living creature, is a fool. And, sorry to Anita's Catholic guilt, God be damned if she isn't the biggest fool on the planet.

She nods and follows the other woman to their shared bedroom. Tomorrow's another challenge, she thinks, but tonight, she's going to let herself let loose, like her wings against the midnight sky when she's feeling ravenous for blood.

[hiirunakaarchive]

– to act in haste (2)

↳ in an alternate universe where mc landed the fellowship, but not in the way she wanted. (pt 1), (pt 3), (pt 4)

◇ pairing: ethan ramsey x mc (haruna sakurai)

◇ genre: angst, like totally angst. through and through. not a single sentence of redeeming fluff here im so sorry

◇ song rec: comme au premier jour – andré gagnon

◇ word count: 3.2k+ 

◇ tags: @aworldoffandoms​, @perriewinklenerdie​ (thank u so much for waiting)

◇ author’s note: hi all! it’s been a minute! the release of OH2 finally inspired me to continue the piece that i posted last april so after a week of writing and rewriting im finally satisfied enough to post the second part! (this series is literally my baby please dont let it flop). i decided that this story will be split into three parts so i strongly suggest reading pt1 linked above if you want to make any sense of this second part LOL. pls keep in mind that i wrote part one before OH1 finished so it’s not totally faithful to the original story and has my own little spin of drama and flair so like always, feedback is always appreciated!! ill shut up now, ENJOY!

prologue

Dr. Sakurai was his epitome of a dream. Temporary, fleeting bliss that left just as soon as it came.

The two months following their confrontation were painfully, excruciatingly silent. She avoided him like the plague and the circumstances failed to change during the nine weeks he spent in the Amazon. He departed with the intent of banishing her and whatever feelings that still lingered from his heart and mind, yet one look at her was all it took for his resolve to crack.

He still loved her.

arrival

The first night marking Dr. Ramsey’s arrival back in Boston, the view of the bustling city from his airplane window evoked a flurry of fond memories. He had missed the city more than he cared to admit, yet, he had come to hate it just the same.

As the plane landed and rolled against the tarmac, Ethan stared vacantly at the distant lights of the city and let his thoughts wander.

Has she been taking care of herself?

Is she still angry with me?

Does she look any different from when I last saw her?

He let out a huff of frustration and accepted the bitter truth. Two months of cowardice and deliberately running from the thought of her did nothing to ease the sting of reality amidst his return to America.

Leaning back against the headrest, he muttered. “I need a drink.”

The next two hours passed in a blur. The doctor disembarked the aircraft in a hurry and retrieved his luggage from the carousel just as quick. Amongst that and hopping into the first cab he could hail, Ethan was unsure whether his haste was just in desperation to get home and rest or to quench his thirst for the god damn drink that airplane liquor couldn’t satisfy. 

He stumbled into his apartment and let Jenner out of the carrier, the pet becoming nothing but an obscure whiz of fur as he zipped out of the cage to celebrate the comfort and familiarity of their home.

The kitchen was still pristine, though not without a bit of dust. Looming over the marble counters and to the dining table across the room, Ethan found himself reminiscing over the last meal he had here.  

“The fellowship. Why did I win?”

“Did you think it would make me happy?”

“Is that it, Ethan? Do you pity me?”

“Christ.” He cursed to himself, ripping open the cupboards.

A single bottle of red wine greeted him, still three quarters full and untouched since the last disastrous dinner he had with Dr. Sakurai. It seemed to splash delightfully against its bottle as the man rolled his eyes and filled the glass to the brim. Inhaling the aroma and swirling the liquid with a delicate motion of his wrist, he took a sip.

This tastes like shit.

Ethan poured the wine down the sink along with the remaining contents of the bottle, bidding goodbye to the last physical remnant of that tear-ridden night two months ago.

He still needed a damn drink though.

- 

The first step he took into Donahue’s was a hopeful one, and he cursed to himself in disappointment for knowing exactly what, or more specifically, who he was hoping to see.

He quickly scanned the booths and bar, failing in the search for that recognizable head of vibrant red and black. The only vibrance he was getting was from the familiar disco ball that loomed overhead, which made him squint in distaste. Taking a seat at the bar, a voice he could only recognize as Reggie’s called to him from behind the counter, his back to him.

“Welcome, I’ll be right with you.” He said, not bothering to turn around.

“I thought I told you to get rid of that god awful toy on the ceiling.”

Reggie’s head snapped up.

“Two months of disappearing off the face of the earth did nothing to fix that attitude of yours, Ramsey.” He smiled at his regular warmly before grabbing a bottle of scotch and pouring a glass.

Reggie slid it to him across the table.

“On me. Welcome back.”

Taking it gratefully, Ethan rose it to the bartender in a toast for his generosity.

“Thank you, Reg.” He said, stepping off the stool and making his way towards his favourite spot on the patio.

Midway through the exit, the doctor’s annoyance was already stirred by the booming voices and clinking of glass from an unknown group. They were counting down, and to what, exactly? He could not, for the life of him, be bothered.

And then he heard it.

“Midnight!”

Her voice.

“To kicking ass and running Edenbrook-“

Oh God, no.

“— as second-year residents!”

Ethan stopped fully in his tracks, and the eyes that solely wandered the deck in search of a free table landed on a picnic bench where five very familiar faces smiled and laughed.

Dr. Trinh, Dr. Greene, Dr. Lahela—

He exhaled in relief as he spotted Dr. Varma.

So they’ve gone back to being friends.

And smack in the middle, Dr. Sakurai.

Haruna Sakurai.

Fairy lights that illuminated the patio in protest to the evening were strung between poles and trees erected around the terrace. Yet amongst it all, Dr. Ramsey still found her to be shining the brightest. She still had that proper and dignified air about her, and the man was relieved to see that she had begun to smile again, albeit not as merrily as she used too. He could tell that in the several months they haven’t spoken to each other that she was no longer the same wide-eyed, inquisitive doctor she once was.

I solved the case!

I figured out a way to help some people who really deserve it. It’s a good feeling.

What it means to be a doctor? It means fighting the inevitable.

During Dr. Sakurai’s first year at Edenbrook, she had admitted to Dr. Ramsey that she regarded him as her reckoning. Perhaps that was what pushed her to try harder. 

“Yeah, you were definitely an asshole, but it was less you that I was scared of, and more ‘This asshole is my greatest inspiration and I can’t disappoint him’.” She rambled on their stroll back to the hospital from Derry Roasters.

He chuckled fondly as he continued to look straight ahead, the corners of his mouth curving up in a ghost of a smile.

“You could never disappoint me.”

She had learned and grown, and Dr. Ramsey was there to witness every budding moment of it. It was then that he realized that she was the one to be reckoned with.

A few tables from Edenbrook’s newest residents, he spotted the bar where he could enjoy his drink alone and in peace. He looked away from the joyous bunch and started towards the empty stools, but not without inevitably passing by the group first. Dr. Greene spotted him, his eyes lighting up in recognition and Ethan sighed in abandonment of any hope of getting to the other side of the beer garden unbothered.

“Speaking of the diagnostics team...” Elijah whispered audibly.

As the others in the group indulged in their gossip about Ethan’s heroic medical mission across the continent, Sakurai tensed visibly. He stopped in front of their table and for the first time in a very long time, she willed herself to look up and make her eyes meet his.

“Rookie...” Ethan greeted her coolly as he broke the silence.

Haruna’s jaw clenched and he questioned his audacity at still daring to call her by her nickname. Perhaps they were both thinking the same thing. How could they address each other– no, even look at each other, knowing that they were going to work together again? Above it all, how could Dr. Sakurai come to the hospital everyday; constantly, ceaselessly interacting with the living reminder that her position on the diagnostics team wasn’t even rightfully hers? 

They left things on a horrifically bitter and awkward note, and Haruna’s eyes darted between her friends across the table, begging to be bailed out.

Dr. Trinh shifted uncomfortably, Dr. Lahela took a flippant sip of his beer as he eyed Haruna protectively, and Dr. Varma glared at the attending with eyes ablaze. Dr. Greene seemed to be the only one unbothered by Ethan’s presence.

Haruna breathed in once before plastering on a fake smile.

“It’s good to have you back, Dr. Ramsey.” 

The fake sentiment wrenched at his chest, the gaze that once beamed at him with stars and everything bright now replaced with something hollow and resentful. He was careless enough to let the turmoil show on his face momentarily before collecting himself.

“Yeah... good to be back,” Was all he could muster.

Sensing the tension between himself and the five young doctors, Ethan nodded his head once before continuing to the main bar.

“Doctors. Enjoy your night.”

Sakurai’s eyes lingered on him as he walked away, and the holes he felt being burned into his back vanished once he took his very distant seat at the bar. Her friends continued on with their idle chitchat, and Ethan found himself listening intuitively. No amount of distance he placed between himself and that rambunctious group could keep him from overhearing bits and pieces of their conversation.

They cackled and toasted some more, and the strangers around them, be it alone or with company, indulged in their own private celebrations as well. Yet despite the boisterous nature of his surroundings, all he could hear was her.

“I’m a colossal pain in the ass! I don’t want to be responsible for another me!”

And he couldn’t help but laugh.

present

Since that fateful evening two weeks ago, Dr. Ramsey and Dr. Sakurai assumed their normal routine, save for the scowl she tried to hide every time she saw him. Despite the circumstances, he kept a close eye on her as she eased into her place on the diagnostics team, having succeeded in charming Baz with her amiable personality, and June as they made small talk in regards to their common cultural heritage. Sakurai remained quiet and unassuming during her first few days, but she had proven herself to be a quick learner.

“Female, thirty seven, Caucasian.” Ethan began as everyone took their seats.

He uncapped a black marker, scribbling across the board and throwing out answers before the other three had a chance to ask. This was their regular pace, which by now, Dr. Sakurai had grown accustomed to. She certainly looked less bewildered than she did her first day there. 

“Reason for admission was pain and numbness in the extremities. Former doctors thought it was...a stroke.” Ethan grimaced and Dr. Mirani snorted.

“What turned up in her bloodwork?” Dr. Hirata asked as she shook her head ruefully. “Did she have a urinalysis done?”

The three experienced doctors proceeded with their swift exchange of ideas, their discussion riddled with numerous ifs, buts, and whys. Dr. Sakurai listened intently and remained silent with her eyes glued to her notebook, almost so silent that Ethan almost questioned if she was even wholly present. 

“Negative for multiple sclerosis, but just before she was discharged presented with irritable bowel syndrome.” He continued.

“Could it be fibromyalgia then?” Dr. Sakurai finally suggested, looking up from paper ridden with chicken scratch notes scrawled in red pen.

Baz and June raised their eyebrows in delighted surprise. “Seconded,” and Ethan regarded his protege collectedly.

“I thought so as well. Excellent work, Dr. Sakurai.” To which she merely nodded in response.

Later that day, Ethan found himself strolling down the halls of Edenbrook in Dr. Baz Mirani’s company. He chatted endlessly, recalling the meeting from earlier that morning and shifted the topic of conversation to Dr. Sakurai. Ethan was never one to entertain idle gossip, but when it came to her, he couldn’t bring himself to not listen.

“Did you know that her red hair was a mistake?” Baz cackled.

“She told me that she accidentally booked her hair appointment two hours after her board and came in sleep deprived. Knocked out as she soon as she sat in that chair and woke up with Flaming Cheetos for a head!” The doctor brought a hand up to his chest to ease himself as he laughed. 

Ethan stayed silent as his colleague relayed her story. Of course he knew. He knew that she hated her red hair with every fibre of her being, but still complimented the stylist’s work and tipped her generously. He knew that as soon as she got home, she locked herself in her room and cried while trying to convince herself that her new look was symbolic of her “badass-ness.” He knew that she spent the next year using aloe vera in a desperate attempt to grow it out before applying for residency. How could he forget?

“You know, I wasn’t sure what to think of her at first, knowing the whole deal about how she got into the team and all.” Baz conceded and the guilt resurfaced, threatening to swallow Ethan whole.

“Baz, if you’re going to-”

“But she’s really good. Shows a lot of promise. I understand why you did what you did, but I’d be lying if I said I completely agreed with your poor execution.” He finished, shrugging indifferently.

“Ahem.” 

A woman’s voice behind them cleared her throat and Baz’s eyes widened in horror as he shot Ethan a quick glance, both men knowing just who exactly had requested their attention. They turned around, and Mirani greeted her with an almost suspicious grade of enthusiasm.

"Dr. Sakurai! You see, this- what I was saying to Eth- no, Dr. Ramsey is that-”

She smiled at him, unbothered.

“You forgot your pager again,” She teased, handing it to him gently before heading the other direction with not another word.

Ethan’s gaze followed her retreating form, pain stricken. He was almost jealous of Baz, even just for a moment. When was the last time Haruna had caught him in a moment of blundering and regarded him lovingly nonetheless? He failed to recall the last time that she flashed him the smile that no one else could bring to her face but him. The kind where the corners of her eyes crinkled and she had to bury her face in her hands because she was too embarrassed to show that face out in the open. It was one of the many things that made him fall in love with her, and continue to love her all the same.

He missed her. More than he could have ever imagined possible.

Dr. Mirani exhaled in relief as she left. “Well! That could have gone a lot worse than I- Dr. Ramsey?”

And, before he realized where his feet had begun to take him, he went after her. He couldn’t let things continue like this. He couldn’t stand it.

“Wait, Rookie-” 

The large strides that Ethan took to catch up to Dr. Sakurai in the empty hall were not many. Her steps were small but filled with purpose, and her heels that clacked mercilessly against the slate floor stopped abruptly. She turned to face him, and the second Haruna’s eyes met his, he was only reminded of the newfound hatred ulcerating at her very core. 

She raised an eyebrow. “Not a rookie anymore, Doctor.”

The lack of emotion in Dr. Sakurai’s voice as she addressed the man stung. He should be used to this. He should have foreseen this. But one year of knowing and loving her could never have prepared Ethan for her villainously petty demeanor finally directed at him. Two weeks since she said his name in a voice dripping with venom, and she hasn’t dared to utter it since.

Always, “Yes, Doctor,” or, “Noted, Doctor.” It was driving him insane.

“Dr. Ramsey.” He attempted, his tone dribbling with an impatience he didn’t realize had been brewing.

“Doctor.” She challenged.

He looked at her, a muscle in his jaw twitching in annoyance. She looked at him, arms crossed and adamant on winning whatever contest it was that they had engaged in. And they stayed like that, for several seconds until a group of interns passing by and regarding them with curiosity forced them to look away. Dr. Sakurai closed her eyes and exhaled once, gathering herself before maneuvering her way around the older doctor.

“Excuse me.” 

He watched her as she side-stepped him, about to continue her journey to her destination if he didn’t gently take her by the wrist and pull her into the medicine supply room. The very same one they hid in when they still kept Naveen a secret.

“W-What are you– Don’t fucking touch me.” Dr. Sakurai hissed once they had entered, jerking her hand from his grip.

“Are you going to be like this every time you see me?” Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose and looked up to the ceiling.  

“If we’re being honest? Yeah, yeah I am.”

“I meant it when I said I was sorry.”

“And I meant it when I said sorry wasn’t good enough.” 

“Look at yourself, Sakurai.” Ethan scoffed.

“Petty like a child. Did you think your official status as a resident would suffice in masking this juvenile drivel or should I just throw you back in with this year’s batch of interns?”

Haruna stared at him blankly, and just for a moment he felt his chest tighten. Her resentful gaze made him miss the way they once were, and he ached for her to look at him the way she used to, but Ethan’s lamenting was cut short as Sakurai’s mouth twitched. A failed attempt to contain herself before she burst into bitter laughter.

“You can do that, can’t you?” She asked disdainfully.

“Give one of them my position while you’re at it. The same way you gave it to me.”

He took a step toward her and she stayed put, refusing to be intimidated by the man that stood just over six inches taller. Then they were achingly close, the distance between them so small that her shoes were flush against his own. So small that Haruna couldn’t help but inhale the scent of musk and Italian cypress from his cologne. Ethan looked down at her angrily and the younger woman looked back up at him with a fire just as intense.

“You might hate the means of how you got here, Dr. Sakurai, but the deed is done. There’s nothing you can do to change it so I strongly suggest getting over your vendetta against me and doing what you’re supposed to do.”

“Yeah? And what might that be?” 

“Your damn job, for one!”

She finally stepped back, struck, and looked at him as if she was seeking clarification.

“My job? My job?!” She asked angrily, her voice raised in a crescendo.

Her jaw hung open as she stared at the floor in disbelief, scoffing as she processed Ethan’s last statement. The second seemed to last far too long before Haruna finally met his gaze. Her lip quivered as she shot him a look of pure, utter disgust.

“I took you for many things, but a hypocrite was never one of them.” She spat and Ethan felt his glare soften in realization.

You came here to fix things, and now look at what you’ve done.

“Rookie-” He began, his tone considerably weaker.

“Don’t. You don’t get to call me that. Not anymore. I’ll see you on the floor, Dr. Ramsey.” 

She left, and any hidden meanings to whatever relationship they had departed with her. He was no longer an Ethan Ramsey to her, and she was no longer a Haruna Sakurai to him.

She was just a resident. He was just her boss. And this unpalatable truth broke him.

[cnc-hoebayb]

Dumb dad things the boys would be caught doing

Zabdiel

-super casual and simple but like

-Hed totally get caught just pushing your kid over

-Like he doesn’t know you saw so when your little boy just plops down and starts whining you just “why’d you do that?”

-And he plays it off “i didn’t do anything wym”

-“Zabdiel i literally just saw you push our son”

-He shrugs

-“I think he kinda deserved it”

-DESERVED IT

-bc he was in his bubble apparently ur kid deserved it. Valid

-probably would get caught having a full convo with your son too

-not even about fun cute kid stuff either, it’s about things he needs to remember to do, telling him a story about something douchey someone did on tour

-Thats just very Zabdi, long deep thought out talks with his bb son about life even though he can’t understand

-K but something dangerous but not really

-Zabdiel is kinda aloof sometimes rigjt

-and is big gentle man giant

-So i see him as doing something like letting your toddler climb him literally like a tree when he’s bored and while Zab is busy on the phone or doing something important and just can’t handle it rn

-example

-Hes multitasking big time while you’re gone

-He needs to be on this call right now, but has to start making dinner and cleaning some little messes here and there

-Your son is begging for attention that he just can’t give

-so he does what any dad would do and just picks him up to ease him

-And after awhile ur kid gets kinda restless, starts climbing dad like a play thing

-he climbs up and down his torso, on his head, jumping back onto him from the counter when Zabdi sets him down for a second

-Which is valid given Zabdiel can handle it and can take care of his kid, but...

-it’s not the best sight to see walking in the door to your family with your son next to a hot stove top, plunging himself off to dangle off of your baby daddies stiff arm

Erick

-Youre driving home from work/school after a long day

-You pull into your neighborhood and on the corner of your street you spot it

-Your child

-On a baby leash

-in somEONES YARD

-rolling around in the leaves

-Erick just laughing and encouraging

-and you honk at them from your view in your car and when he sees you

-He starts laughing even harder

-Totally catch him one night playing with your kid in his room

-and as you peek in you see them just hangin, playin and all of a sudden your son snatches a plastic Dinosaur rigjt out of Ericks hands

-and Erick really sadly “heeeyy- i was playing with that 😞”

-Hed start fake crying

-Your son gets sad too and starts actually crying

-“lo siento, daddy im really sorry” in between sobs (also imagine that voice and ur lil boy with a lisp)

-Erick panics

-“aahh esta bien, niño. Let’s play with the Dino together.”

-Holds your little boy in his lap and they play together

-You cry happy tears a lil bit in the hallway

-Erick is also still like a child so this is 100% truth:

-Would get caught actually genuinely arguing with your son

-Theyre yelling at each other (your son in baby toddler babbles), and Erick is heated heated

-“que está pasando niños??” You try to gauge the situation immediately

-“he stole my last ice cream sandwich i hid in the fridge!!”

-You want to yeLL

-“Erick...”

-he glares at your son, who revolts with a tongue sticking out and arms crossed

-“you think you’ll get away with it, huh? Cuz ur cute,” he argues with him and you have to actually talk him down from his stubbornness

-“i was saving it for later today :(( “ he whines as you pull him in like you would your baby for a comforting “its ok” hug

Joel

-You’d be in the kitchen

-Come out into the living room to ask Joel to get ur little baby ready to eat

-And you catch him deadass recording your baby crying on the floor, a pile of toys around her

-“bro tf”

-“She was dancing and fell into her toy box”

-“Then whY you recording ?”

-“.....bc it was funny 😔”

-Would also do your daughters hair himself sometimes and dress her

-And you know he knows what he’s doing

-But like he also forgets she’s a baby too

-You have to remind him your daughter really shouldn’t be using his grown man curl products just yet

-or that she can’t wear a shirt that says “fuck” in it

-and she is definitely not wearing a bandana like that to picture day

-teaches your kid how to thirst trap !!

-this hoe!

-catch them both in the bathroom mirror one day, he’s shirtless, lil cute baby girl in his arms

-and she’s serving !!

-Like duh she’s your guys’ kid so she’s beautiful n shit but

-she’s posing and tilting her head in the right angles in this cute lighting (bc daddy taught her to find her perfect angle)

-He shrugs like “what’d you expect, we’re hot stuff” and smirks

Richard

-Openly and unapologetically teaching your kid how to say bad words

-and recoRDING IT

- to POST on his insta

-also would get caught scripting a whole thing for her to perform for the camera

-convinces her that the reason his hair is red is bc he drank all of his juice mommy gave him instead of spilling it out for the dog to drink

-your kid chugs down that juice like her life depends on it so she can have red hair like papi too

-tells her stories that the snacks she wants to eat before dinner make you scream and that’s why she shouldn’t eat them before dinner

-convinces her by shoving his mouthful of potato chips and immediately starts screaming to prove his point

-ur kid laughs but is also kinda terrified

-gets caught reading her stories and getting reallyyyy into it

-like acting and doing dramatically different voices for the characters

-Does the Joel thing and just dresses her head to toe in ICE like the most expensive jewelry and clothes

-kinda salt bc you don’t even dress like that

-have to stop her before you send her to school bc you know she’s gonna lose one of those expensive necklaces in the sand box or something

Christopher

-Another instance where you’re driving home alone

-Whipping down the street to see your toddler running down the sidewalk a few blocks away happily

-You flip and swerve over to park on the side of the street bc wtf ! Your kid !!

-But as soon as you park you see him

-Its Chris sprinting just as fast, frantically too

-Finally catches up with your kid and swoops her up in his arms with a relieved breath

-You roll down your window slowly

-“You pretty lil things need a ride home?” You yell out and when he looks up to see you caught him he’s dEAD

-also teaches your daughter how to cuss and cackles so hard bc it’s funny to hear her call each of her uncles “puto”

-id see something happening like

-You walk out of the room for one second during dinner and when you come back it’s food fight chaos

-Chris and your kid are racing to see who can eat the fastest but also there’s food flying everywhere bc they’re trying to distract one another and win

-lil baby hits Chris in the eye with a fistful of eggs (in this scenario it’s breakfast for dinner thx) and then he counters the hit by throwing his whole pancake at her face

-also gets caught playing dress up a little too good

-You glimpse in her room and she’s painting his nails, slapping on some gross little kid lipgloss all over his face

-and all the while Chris is smiling and acting like a pretty lady, flipping his hair around and batting his lashes all nice

-they spew some chisme back and forth, sip fake tea, and do cute model walks down the room

-You take secret pictures of the event for later blackmail

[zaritarazi]

I'm thinking of a Marlie Beauty and the Beast AU

okay let me set this scene for you. we’re flipping it. bc we know for a fact that mick is very bookish when left to his own devices and also, cannot stress this enough, does not want to talk to anyone, ever. they’re like oh there goes mick, he’s daddy but he never talks to anyone, that’s the song now. he’s daddy but he’s kind of weird that mick

and then there’s charlie who may or may not be an elder god or some kind of demi god like here i am just me, charlie, having a great time scaring some townsfolk, living in this hugeass castle, just me, all alone, that’s how it’s always going to be, me, charlie, over here by myself. im fine and happy with this

so how does mick even get up there?? like this is mick he’s a grumpy daddy writer who wears his period-appropriate shirts stretched over his bara tiddies like who would gaston even be in this situation. barry??? is it barry??? i dont know he seems like he’d fuck around and bother charlie and mick with his life’s problems.... i mean who knows. we don’t need a gaston in this. i want gustin’s role CUT from the musical

okay so we all know mick is a widower. this is not news. and one night some local youths, probably on a dare, sneak into his house and steal like, len’s old pocketwatch or something and mick chases after them up the hills into the woods where they are of course, stopped by some kind of horrible blob thing that is like 2 stories tall and made of like oil slick colored shiny mud-like material and it’s essentially just like, an evil, cackling face in this wall of dripping muck and mick is like oh for FUCK’s sake. he’s like i cannot bELIEVe i have to protect the local youth from THIS. give me back my dead husband’s watch you fucking idiot children. i hope this thing kills me i truly do

oh also worth noting of course is that mick has been carrying a bigass torch this whole time. it’s very sexy and powerful of him

anyway one of the idiot kids starts throwing rocks at this fucking thing and mick is like oh for the love of FUCK and when the creature lurches forward he tries to light it on fire and it shrieks out and the youths are yelling and the giant blob is yelling and in the fray of this thing trying to reach out and grab the youths and drag them along the road and maybe like, blob them up a little? you know just to teach them a lesson, mick gets thrown into a tree and he drops the watch and he gets a concussion and is probably unconscious for like, a day.

so he wakes up and his head is POUNDING and he’s in this OLD ass bed with fresh sheets and he’s still in like, his coat and his nightshirt and the pair of pants that he managed to pull on quickly but his boots are gone and the watch is gone and he’s also fucking famished. he’s like well at least this isn’t the first time i’ve woken up in a strange place and needed to get out quickly but i had hoped i’d gotten too old for this SHIT

okay mick wandering around this old old old castle again, we’re gonna have him carrying a torch bc of the imagery, it’s very good, and he finally finds the kitchen with all the pots and pans hanging up and like the big wood-fire stove and all that jazz. he’s like great. fantastic. there’s some bread and some jam and mick is like perfect let me just guzzle this and then. and then the candleabra comes to life and starts talking, and mick is like, well, i’ve hit my head a lot of times in my life, i think i should just uh, let that one go. and ray, who is obviously the lumiere, and nate, who is obviously cogsworth, bc they are gay and in love, are like. oh my GOD. a GUEST. mick is still ignoring them and candle!ray is like okay we’re gonna sing the welcome song to you now and mick is like if you do that, i will destroy you both with my bare hands

nate: it’s a GOOD song

mick: i doubt that

ray: can we at least do the first verse

mick: no

nate: haha anyway do you like men 

mick: you are a clock

honestly if mick is like “so uh why the fuck can you two talk” they just look at each other and are then like “honestly we have no idea. maybe we’re enchanted items?? we have fun here” and mick like great. outstanding. where is the exit. and nate like YOU CANT LEAVE. YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE. mick is like staring at him kind of shocked and then he and ray start laughing like hahahahahah you should see how stupid you look. it’s this way come on

mick: hey while i’m here. you’re a clock. have you seen a watch around here

nate: WOW. you just think all timepieces know each other? that’s so offensive

ray: he didn’t know

ray: but you should really apologize

mick: hey. let me ask. am i dead? is this hell? is that what’s going on?

okay but seriously mick can’t leave without that watch. and they’re like, well charlie usually keeps stuff she finds up in the study, but you’re probably not allowed in there. and mick is like this is literally, literally a kidnapping, so why don’t we just go in for a pound here and you two can take me to the study

nate: oh he said pound

ray: i heard it was very fun and sexy of him

mick: 

okay but like as they’re walking through the halls and nate and ray are giving mick just absolutely terrible directions, and he like has to carry them around, essentially, so now that’s his problem, he keeps seeing something out of the corner of his eye flitting around in the shadows and he’s like listen im sure this is all one big concussive nightmare and/or i’m dead so let’s just go with it, he notices that sometimes the shadow seems to reach out to him with a long, sharp hand and sometimes he thinks he can see the face of the monster from before, and like GOD how many STORIES does this castle fucking have? are we even NEAR the study? ray like oh crap i thought you meant the library. the study is on the other side of the building. mick just yelling SON OF A BITCH so loudly the fucking birds fly away outside

mick like so. that giant monster. is that who lives here?? nate and ray making extremely conspicuous looks at each other and going WHAT monster?? theres no MONSTER. there’s the person who owns the castle but thats not a MONSTER. monsters are just a MYTH. maybe YOU’RE the monster. have you thought about THAT.

okay. we make it into the study and there’s charlie dressed like a proper french soldier from the 17th century, for the EFFECT, and charlie is sitting on the desk one leg crossed over the other like HELLO i haven’t be WAITING for you or anything to nate and ray in a not whisper what the fuck took you two so long them like we got lost. it’s very hard we are very small. 

anyway charlie sticking out her leggy real far i’m sure your looking for your watch but before i can give it back to you i have to ask you a FAVOR. and mick is like sure whatever but before i do that. holds out nate and ray. what the fuck is this. charlie is like i have no idea they were here when i got the place why mick like well. that makes as much sense as anything else.

not totally sure what mick needs to do for charlie but he would sure love to know where his boots are and maybe get a proper change of clothes and a real meal, if possible

ray: we were GOING to feed you

mick: how

ray: it happens during the SONG

mick: then i’ll starve

so now mick is stuck in this castle with charlie, who is like very small but also deeply suspicious, the talking decorations, and he’d be more keen on getting out of here if charlie didn’t seem so interested in having him over, and if he wasn’t so curious about why she’s interested, or how this tiny little waif becomes a huge monster, (he wonders if she thinks he won’t notice the shadow she casts) or why she’s a monster, and it’s all very confusing to him but her eyes swallow him whole and he thinks he might have to help her out even if he’s not quite sure how. 

also for the big ballroom scene they BOTH wear men’s formalwear for the dance. It is VERY good. 

[descendantofthesparrow]

Part of Your World- Harry Hook x Reader – part 8

a rewrite of @bluediamondsevie x reader that they wrote for me

 summary: a who doesn’t love the Disney World, well, (y/n) especially loves descendants, and one day, as she dances in her kitchen getting ready to head out. 17-year-old (y/n) becomes part of that world, now a certain blue-eyed pirate meets the girl from a world where he is a fictional character and he has an actor named Thomas Doherty.

  Key:

 h/c- hair color

 e/c- eye color

 h/l- hair length

 s/c- skin color

 y/n- your name

 your stuff

 ----

You awoke to harry curled up next to you, face buried in your shoulder, arms around your waist, and legs tangled. You pulled slightly back and mentally made a ‘daww’ sound, Harry was so cute asleep!!! From his messy bed head to his curled up shoulders.

You smiled and untangled yourself from him and grabbed your clothes and rushed into the bathroom, fifteen minutes later you emerged fresh-faced and fully geared.

You walked to the door, but glanced back at Harrys sleeping face, biting your lip you walked back to the bed and shyly kissed his forehead. Blushing furiously you rushed out the room, not seeing Harry flop onto his back, face crimson and hands covering his face. He groaned out in frustration.

“I am’ so doomed”

-

You walked into the chip shop and deposited your sword into the check and made your way to the long table, walking around sitting in between gil and Desiree, Uma came out from the back and tossed a tray in front of you. You immediately devouring it, you were starving after the events of yesterday.

“(y/n)” Uma called you, you hummed and held up a finger, telling her to wait a moment. You swallowed your fish sticks and looked over at her.

“yeah, Uma?”

“I need you to go on Harry's pay route, I always have one of the other crew members go when…you know what happens”

“kay, I’ll be back soon”

You stuffed the rest of the fries in your mouth and retrieved your sword setting on Harrys Wednesday pay route. As you enter the market place, you noticed all the isle people staring at you with worry, fear, and awe. And every step you took, people jumped out of your way, not wanting for you to chop off their limbs, raising an eyebrow you looked around, all the adults, they were afraid of you!

You twisted around and saw gonzo making a deal with a market dealer, trying to get the fresher apples, you strutted over to him and the dealer paled and pushed the apples into gonzos arms, hurriedly backing away and looking at his apples.

You and gonzo glanced and each other and shrugged. Both of you walked down the alleys, you stopping to grab money for the route. As you saw more and more people staring at you in fear, you asked gonzo a question.

“yo Gonzo, why is everyone looking at me like that?” he chuckled and tossed you an apple, you caught it and bit into it, the chip shops food not doing enough to fill your stomach.

“Captain Hooks cabin boy just spread the word that the (h/c) girl with a crimson jacket in Uma’s crew dismembered his captain, as you are the newest member, people have assumed and you’re officially the most badass girl on the Isle.”

“why would they say that?”

“girl, you took down captain hook, one of the most feared villains on the Isle, you deserve that title” you made an ‘oh’ sound and nodded, continuing the pay route with Gonzo trailing behind you.

“though people are saying you should take Uma’s place” you made a face at the suggestion, you would never do that, you respected Uma to much to take her place, besides she was much scarier than you were.

“uh, no. not happening, Uma is way more suited for leadership, also! She's a fucking sea demigoddess! I not going to try to challenge her, shed fucking kick my ass!”

“pfft, good point! Haha! …wait Uma’s a demigod?!”

You stopped in your tracks, staring at gonzo as if he grew two heads, but he kept staring at you with a confused face, you realized that even Uma probably didn’t know she was the granddaughter of position.

“By Odin's beard, yall know nothing!” you threw your hands in the air and walked away, gonzo cackling all the while,

“by Odin's beard? When did you start saying that?”

“shut up it’s a thing I picked up from Harry! He's Scottish remember”

Gonzo snickered and waved you off, heading in the other direction. You pouted and looked around, you made it to the last destination on your route, curl up and dye.

You smiled, today was Dizzy’s shift, well at least her hairstyle shifts, this was gonna be easy.

“Hey, Dizzy!” you smiled at the hyper 13-year-old, she squealed at the sight of you and almost knocked you over with her tackle hug

“hi (y/n)! did you come for a haircut?!”

“Sorry sweetie, but something happened and I have to do Harry's route, you know the drill.”

“ *sigh* I know, but at least your nicer about it, Harrys…mean” you giggle with the girl, yeah that’s Harry to a T, at least to most people.

“he can be”

Dizzy fished out the money from the cash register and handed it over to you, you took about 70% of it and handed the rest back to dizzy, she giggled and placed it back in the cash register.

“you wanna know something?”

“Ohh gossip, do tell”

“Harry always stares at you when you're not looking! I think he has a crush on you~!” your face flushed pink, Harry? Having a crush on you? Not possible.

“im having a hard time believing that diz”

“whatever you say~ he loves you~!”

“keep telling your self that, I gotta go, stay safe!” you ruffled the girl's hair and turned to exit the salon, hearing dizzy’s teasing behind you

“Harry and (y/n) sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-“

Her voice faded into background noise, you sighed sadly, you wished Harry was crushing on you, but…he liked Uma, a demigod, daughter of Ursula, he would rather her over you, a human girl, daughter of (mother/father) and (mother/father), just a boring human girl with no exiting back story.

‘if only Dizzy, if only’

---

You re-entered the chip shop, heading over to Uma and giving her the money, she nodded and pocketed it.

“nice job (y/n), did you enjoy your walk around?” you shrugged and scratched the back of your head.

“I guess, people literally jumped out of my way when I was doing the route”

“well consider-“

“I know I know, I amputated captain hook limbs, it makes sense why’d they do that” you and Uma laughed for a moment, before moving into a comfortable silence.

“(y/n)?” you hummed and softly smiled at her, she smiled back.

“thank you, I think people are going to be leaving both Harry and my crew alone from now on” you ginned and tugged on her arm, surprising her with a tight hug, she was stiff for a moment before melting into your warm and safe embrace.

“it was my honor Cap’n”

---

You and Harry sat in the shared room, you sitting on the bed, Harry in the hammock, Harry glanced at you every few seconds, trying to gather courage.

“lass?” you hummed and looked up at him, he was twidling his fingers in nervousness.

“yeah harry?”

“could- could I sleep in the bed with ye again? I don’t feel…” you mentally cursed Hook and gave a reassuring smile to harry

“I know, and sure, I don’t mind” Harry grinned at you, and you both sat in silence  for about 30 mins, and you walked into the bathroom to change, but when you came out, you saw scars rippling across Harrys back, your breath hitched, Harry turned to you, fear and shame forming on his face. He back away from you.

“(y/n)! yer weren’t supposed to see-“ you rushed forward and crashed into Harry's chest, burning hot tears streaming down your face

“what are ye-“ you hugged him tight and spoke in a broken voice

“I will never let this happen again, to you or anybody else” your voice cracked with emotion, making Harry realize something, his own tears came, and you both sunk to the floor and sat in eachothers embrace

“…thank ye (y/n)”

‘fuck I’m definitely in love’

 --end of part 8--

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[jamesdeerest]

‘cause i’m a little unsteady

pairing: sirius black x reader

request: anon asked “Heyy love, I Just love your writings soo much and just saw that ur requests are open (yayyy), so, can I request an one shot (young!sirius x reader) where they live together and are engaged or summat, and he has nightmares and the reader comforts him?? Just fluff because I am dying for a little fluff in my life. It's totally okay if ur not comfortable with that, but thank u anyway:^”

notes: song: unsteady-X ambassadors. seriously, go listen!! it’s so good

warnings: description of torture, panic attack.

word count: 900

“G’night love,” Sirius murmured, pressing a sleepy kiss to your shoulder. You smiled, pulling his arm tighter over your body as you snuggled deeper into your bed. “Night, weirdo.” Soon, you drifted off, though Sirius stayed alert. His eyes burned with tiredness, but he forced them to stay open, dreading what would inevitably happen when he fell asleep. Coffee could fix tiredness, but nothing could fix the horrors that flooded his mind. Looking out the window, he looked at the stars, quickly locating his namesake, before looking back at you as you shifted in your sleep, mumbling his name. Smiling softly, he just looked at your face, memorising all the little quirks that you hated, mapping your face out in his mind. You always looked beautiful when you slept, he thought. So peaceful. Snorting quietly, he looked away again, the red light of his alarm clock reading 03:01.  He couldn’t remember the last time he even had a proper night’s sleep, let alone a peaceful one. Mind you, he’d give up all his sleep, all his everything, as long as you were happy, and safe. You being safe- that’s one thing the nightmares liked to focus on. He would wake up gasping for air, tears pricking his eyes, your screams still ringing in his ears, before looking at you, running his eyes over you, checking you were unharmed. You would pull him closer unconsciously, as if sensing his distress, and the fear would flush out of him. You were his rock, and you didn’t even know it. 

Tonight, though? Tonight was bad.

Bellatrix’s cackle taunted him as he watched you writhe in pain, your body gripped by some unseen force. Sirius yelled out, struggling against his bonds as his cousin shrieked ‘crucio’ again, your screams only intensifying. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shut them out, but they kept getting louder and louder, until tears were streaming down his face, begging Bellatrix to stop. “Leave her, take me instead! Take me instead-” 

“Sirius!” you shouted, breaking him out of his restless sleep. He quickly sat up, breathing heavily as his eyes flashed, taking him back, until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Shaking it off, he kicked the duvet away, storming out to the kitchen.

You bit your lip, eyes watering, before steeling yourself as you got up to follow, straightening out the covers. You walked in to the kettle boiling, Sirius’ favourite mug on the counter with a teabag in it, and your boyfriend leaning against the door, his head in his hands. 

Cautiously, you approached him, careful to give him space. The kettle clicked, and you poured the water in his mug, before setting it down again. “Sirius...” He flinched, shoulders shaking. Looking up slightly, you caught sight of his red eyes, before he fell into you, sobs racking his body. “I-I just can’t, Y/N. I can’t do it anymore.” he stammered, chest heaving. “Hey hey hey, do what?” you said, rubbing his back soothingly. He paused for a minute, sighing. “Never mind, it’s stupid.” You raised an eyebrow, looking at him sternly. “Look, Sirius, I’m gonna be straight with you here- if it makes you have a fucking panic attack, it’s not stupid. Alright? Now, please. What’s going on?”

He slid down to the floor, pulling you with him as he stared at the cupboard opposite him, a stray tear rolling down his cheek. “I have these dreams.” You watched him attentively, nodding. “But in them, you’re being t-t-tortured.” You let out an involuntary gasp; that was not what you were expecting. “And if it’s not you, it’s James, or Remus, or Peter, or Lily, or Harry, and every fucking time, I can’t do anything. I just have to watch whichever of you it is, crying out for help, and I can’t fucking do anything.”

You got up to chuck the teabag in the bin, Sirius leaning over to put his foot on the pedal, before putting some milk in, and handing it to him.

“Sirius. Hey, look at me, sweetheart.” He did as you said, eyes vulnerable and lip quivering. “I’m here. I’m safe. So are the others. We can call them up, if you want, right now. But Sirius, you can’t do this alone. We’re here for each other, right? For everything. I wouldn’t have put this ring on my finger if we weren’t in it for the long run. But you’ve gotta let me support you too, Sirius. We can’t all be strong all the time, that would frankly be exhausting. Let me help you. Talk to me about this stuff, alright? About whatever. If you saw a funky looking dog, tell me. If you had the best day ever, tell me. If you had the shittiest day ever, tell me. If you just had a normal day, tell me. I’m not gonna leave you, you hear me? You ain’t getting rid of me anytime soon.” 

Sirius looked at you, fresh tears flooding his eyes, before he pulled you into a kiss, hugging you. “You’re literally perfect, you know?” You snorted, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Thank you, Y/N. Seriously, it- it means a lot.” Smiling, you pulled him up, grabbing his mug and finishing up the last dregs of tea. “No problem. Now, let’s go to bed, alright? I’m about to collapse.” And for the first time in god knows how long, the nightmares stayed at bay. 

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[i-will-physically-fight-you]

Headcannon: Virgil sometimes dances around his room when he’s listening to music and nobody else is around

Title: Not A Chance

Summary: Virgil doesn’t dance. At least not compared to the likes of Roman, whose practically the embodiment of a Disney prince. That’s why he dances in his room by himself where no one can judge him and his terrible dancing.

Pairings: platonic prinxiety

Word Count: 1299

Warnings: Self-depreciation, anxiety because this is Virgil we’re talking about

My sincerest apologies to the dear Anon that sent this to my inbox, four months ago when I had my 100 Follower celebration. In any case, this was such a fun thing to write and a great reprieve from my big bang project so thank you for sending this in, and I hope you get a chance to read this.

“You can’t be serious!”

“I am.”

“You don’t like dancing? At all?”

“I don’t dance.” He affirmed, scowling as he crossed his arms against hischest.

“I know you can.” Roman said in a singsong fashion.

Virgil raised an eyebrow, “Why do I have a feeling that’s areference to some obscure musical?”

He could never tell when Roman was just being his overly-flamboyantself or when he was actually quoting something. It certainly sounded familiar, however.

Roman gave a dramatic gasp, a hand flailing upwards towards hisforehead.

“Obscure musical? ObSCURE MUSICAL?!” He screeched in disbelief,falling backwards onto the couch where Logan sat. The latter, used to Roman’s antics,sighed as he raised the book he was reading just as Roman’s head rested ontohis lap.

“Roman, please. I’m trying to read here.”

“Did you not hear what he said?” Roman said, pausing for amoment as he sat up, “Well, of course you wouldn’t understand, Einstein.”

“What’s with all the commotion?” Patton asked, grinning ashe brought in a fresh plate of chocolate chip cookies from the kitchen.

“It’s a travesty, Patton. An outrage!” Roman made a beelinefor the platter of cookies and picked one up, “He called High School Musical 2an ‘obscure musical!’”

Cookie in hand, he used it to point accusingly at Virgil likeone of his sabers. Virgil considered taking a bite out of the cookie just toget a reaction from Roman. Knowing Patton wouldn’t find it funny, he instead grabbeda cookie of his own to nibble on.

“Well it kinda is,” Virgil said, taking a bite intochocolatey goodness, “I mean, it wasn’t even on Broadway, right?”

“It is a Pop Culture icon, Virgil!” Roman huffed, “I supposeyou know nothing about it, since you only listen to your PG 13 rated music.”“Hey, that’s not fair, I don’t only listen to that type of music,” Virgil mumbled.

Roman perked up, “What was that?”

“I said, I listen to some musicals!” Virgil turned away, faceblushing, as he shoved the rest of his cookie into his mouth.

“Really?” Roman asked skeptically.

“Yes really,” Virgil smirked, “I mean, c’mon, even you have toadmit there’s some dark crap that goes on in musicals. Like Heathers or SweeneyTodd.”

Roman’s lips twisted upwards.

“I suppose you have me there, Sweeney Downer,” Roman relented,“but surely you can’t have a musical appreciation and not be compelled to moveto the rhythm of the beat.”

Dang, he’d hoped that Roman had forgotten about that mattercompletely.

“Sorry to disappoint, princey, but I don’t dance—not achance.” Virgil said, thanking Patton for the cookies as he scooped up two moreand walked off.

“So you do know the song after all!” Roman screeched afterhim.

A loud, raucous cackle echoed in the hallways.

Virgil didn’t dance. Not when compared to the likes ofRoman. He understood it. Roman, after all, was Thomas’ creativity, all hishopes and dreams. He was the ego—brash and confident in ways that Virgil couldnever be. While Roman feinted off his boundless energy with daring quests tosave damsels from the Dragon Witch, Virgil preferred to snuggle up in a blanketand listen to music.

It wasn’t just that, of course. Dancing had always beenThomas’ weak point in theatre, and Virgil suffered with the same struggle. Hestill enjoyed dancing despite it. He just preferred to enjoy it from within thecomforts of his room, away from peering eyes.

Yes, he knew by now that the others wouldn’t tease him forhis lack of coordination. But as the literal embodiment of anxiety, it was hardconvincing himself otherwise. What if Roman teased him relentlessly about hisatrocious dancing skills? That was the last thing Virgil needed.

He chose to keep to the confines of his room, where his audiencewas an assortment of stuffed animals. Several of them being gifts from Patton.He didn’t dance often, only when he felt his heartbeat racing. It made him wantto punch a wall, and since punching walls hurt a lot, dancing was a betteralternative. He lost himself in the music, as he physically projected what themusic meant to him.

A few weeks after the exchange with Roman, Virgil found himselfin such an occasion once more. Virgil took a deep breath before pressing playon his iPod, waiting for the vocals to start. As the singer’s wistful voicestarted, he moved. He channeled the subject of the song; a young girl wishingto escape her harsh reality through dreams.

He twirled and spun, jumped and leapt and he didn’t stopdancing until the song ended. Afterwards, he collapsed onto the ground in smiling,sweaty heap.

“So you can dance!”A triumphant voice exclaimed.

Standing at the doorway, hands on his hips, was Roman. Helooked beyond thrilled by this discovery.

Virgil shot up from the floor, stumbling over to his iPod toshut off the next song.

“What are you doing here?” He demanded.

Virgil couldn’t believe he forgot to lock his door or thefact he didn’t even hear Roman open the door. Had he even knocked? Or did Romanintended to burst through his door with exciting idea and instead caught him inthe act?

Roman’s smile slipped from his face, “Easy, there. Padre sentme here to tell you that dinner’s ready. I guess you were so busy dancing up astorm that you didn’t hear me knocking!”

Virgil groaned, “Just get on with it, already.”

“Get on with what?” Roman asked, his eyebrows furrowing withconcern.

“You know,” He gestured with his hand, “tell me how much mydancing sucks.”

“Virgil, what?” Roman blinked, “your dancing doesn’t suck,it was magnificent!”

“C’mon, you don’t have to act like it’s good when it’s not;I can take the heat.” Virgil refused to make eye contact with him.

A hand softly rested on his shoulder, “Virgil, look at me.”

He sighed and complied, startled to see an unusually grave expressionon Roman’s face.

“I promise on my honor as a prince that I meant it when I saidyou were magnificent.”

“You mean it?” Virgil asked, anxiety gnawing at his insides.

“Of course.”

“Thanks, I guess.” Virgil swallowed, unsure how to handle thecompliment. Their relationship was built off of banter and witty remarks. Not…whateverthis was.

“Virgil why didn’t you tell me you actually enjoyed dancing?”Roman hesitated, “were you afraid of me…making fun of you?”

He stood there not at all like a dashing, confident princebut more like a kicked puppy with that pitiful expression of his.

“Yeah,” Virgil admitted, “I just figured…you’d tease me aboutit.”

“I know you had good reason to assume that considering how Itreated you wrongly in the past, but know this,” Roman drew a breath in, “Iwould never tease you for something like this. I can see dancing is a passionfor you—a dream! And I don’t destroy dreams, I help nourish them!”

“Is this your way of offering me a dance lesson?”

“Only if you want one.”

Virgil snorted, “Wow, gee thanks, Roman. First you say mydancing’s great and then you offer to teach me. Which is it?”

Roman spluttered, “I do mean it! That your dancing is great,that is! I just—I just thought—”

“Relax, I get what you mean. I was just messing with you.” Virgilbumped his shoulder with Roman’s in a friendly manner as he strode past him, “Weshould get going to dinner. Patton and Logan are probably wondering what’sgoing on.”

“Er, of course. Onwards, we go!” Roman recomposed himselfbefore following after him.

“And Roman?” Virgil turned back to look at him, “I think…Imight just take you up on that dancing lesson after all.”

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[nadiineross]

Chlodine with kids!!!!!! Maybe Nadine’s little siblings I can imagine her having a huge family. Or Chloe having a secret son or daughter from her more wild days and Nadine not finding out for like years and being like !!!

imma do nadines family bc my thoughts on chlodine + kids are Complicated and also someone else wrote a fic abt chloe w/ a secret kid im waiting on an update !!! lots of e•mo•tions

this got rly long

Chloe Frazer is, without a doubt, an only child. Nadine had never assumed anything else and would’ve been very surprised if she learned otherwise, but as it stands, this is not the case. 

Nadine, on the other hand, has four siblings. She’s the oldest, having the responsibility of inheriting Shoreline and bearing the brunt of her father’s expectations. He wasn’t a bad father, all things considered. Sure, he had his faults like everyone does, but he never neglected her nor did he seek to pressure Nadine into a future with Shoreline. That was all on her and, upon realizing this, he had only tried to push her into it further, to support her. 

In the end, it didn’t really pan out, huh? 

No one in her family blamed her for the loss of Shoreline. In fact, they had all tried to pitch in when Nadine had truly hit rock bottom and did their best to make her feel better. The incessant phone calls and hugging, she accepted. Their money? She did not.

Now, two years after the fact, she finds that she’s much happier, lighter, in her new career path and her family seems to agree.

“Nadine!” her brother, Junior, hollers the moment she steps through the door. “You look great!”

He’s the second child, only two years younger than her at 30, and the one she is the closest to because of it.

She barely manages a greeting before she’s engulfed in a tight bear hug. Quickly, another weight is wrapped around her back and one of her legs is ensnared by a pair of smaller arms. Like moths to a light, her family.

The compulsory family reunion in their old family home in South Africa is something Nadine secretly looks forward to, though she would never say that aloud, lest she wants to be razzed to death by her siblings.

After Junior comes Mia, who turned 29 only last week (Nadine had flowers delivered and mailed her a beautiful bracelet she’d found snooping through old Greek ruins), and finally Grace, 24.

As it turns out, it’s Grace that barreled into her first. Behind her, her mother fusses with her hair and around her leg is Junior’s 6-year-old son, Blessing.

“Ma,” Nadine croaks out around a mouthful of Grace’s hair. “Leave me alone, I’m going to the barber next week.”

Her mother does not leave her alone. “You don’t call for three weeks and this is the first thing you say to me?”

Grace lets go, snickering at Nadine’s apprehension. Nadine glares.

After Junior and Mia get their turns hugging her, she ducks away from her mother’s grabbing, muttering a quick “love you!”, and scoops Blessing up into her arms. He instantly shrieks with glee, trying to claw up her arms and settle on her shoulders.

Junior’s wife, Vivienne, a plump Filipina with enough wit to beat Grace in an argument, presses a brief kiss to Nadine’s cheek as she passes by.

“Don’t mess with Auntie’s hair, boy,” she says, sternly. “Grandma will make you do the dishes.”

Blessing giggles, clearly unaware of what’s going on. Nadine rolls her eyes. “All right, all right. Where’s Rose?”

“She’s at a friend’s birthday party. It’s a sleepover. Apparently turning 10 is a really, really big deal.”

“2 months until you have to throw that party for her,” Nadine says with a laugh.

“Ugh, don’t remind me.”

It’s then that Mia cuts in, only pausing to poke Blessing on the nose, and stands directly in front of Nadine just to annoy her. “Viv, I need pregnancy advice. Is it normal having to pee this much? I hate it. This is why I didn’t drink enough water when I was in high school.”

Well, that’s her cue. She elbows Mia sharply in the back before hurrying into the kitchen where her mother and Junior are to avoid retaliation.

They’re preparing to set the table, so she makes to hand Blessing off to Junior except he does an impressive job of wrapping himself around her back like a sloth on a branch. Junior bellows out a laugh.

“He likes you more than me.”

Nadine pulls a face. “Ma likes you more than me, so it evens out.”

Nadine’s mother thwacks her over the head. “I don’t play favourites.” Grace whisks by, picking up the plates as she does. Her mother follows after her with the rest of the plates. “Never mind, Grace is my favourite.”

Junior makes an indignant sound from the back of his throat.

“Can—Can you take a picture?” Nadine asks, gently removing Blessing’s entire hand from her face. “I’d like to show my— Chloe.”

“Sure,” Junior says, raising an eyebrow. “Your Chloe?”

“Shut up,” she huffs.

Blessing chooses this exact moment to sling himself over her shoulder, making her yelp and grab onto his arms to steady him. He laughs, waving his fists in the air like he has won something.

Chloe will love that picture.

“Eish, what are you feeding him?”

Junior tucks his phone away and grins a boyish grin. “Love.” Nadine wrinkles her nose. “Viv learned how to make some kind of pasta and he’s obsessed with it. We have leftovers still in our fridge.”

He stops disjointedly, in a way that makes it clear he expects a reaction from Nadine.

She frowns. “Okay?”

“Where’s Chloe?”

“Australia, with her mum. She flies in on Sunday.”

Junior hums and pushes a salt shaker with a single finger, looking too nonchalant to actually be nonchalant. “You and Chloe are welcome to come over for pasta, if you want and if you’re still around next weekend.”

Nadine, jaded from years of being the oldest sibling, is instantly wary, narrowing her eyes at him. “What’s the catch?”

“There is no catch.”

“Liar.”

Junior huffs, plucking Blessing out of her arms and setting him onto the island. “Seriously. No catch.”

“Okay,” she says slowly, cautiously, “We’ll come over for dinner next Friday?”

“Great! Show up at 6:00.” He claps his hands together. “Reheat the pasta and have a glass of wine, on me. Rose needs help with math homework and Blessing likes to watch Kim Possible, we have DVDs. Bedtimes at 8:30; Blessing usually passes out earlier. We’ll be back midnight at the latest.”

“You said there was no catch!”

“Does spending time with your beloved niece and nephew really count as a ‘catch’?” he asks, snooty, with air quotes to top it all off.

Nadine sighs. “Yes, but we’ll be there.”

She loves family reunions, really. Especially the fact that it’s only compulsory once a year, barring Hanukkah.

Chloe has met her siblings and her mother before. Not during the family reunion due to unfortunate timing, but on separate occasions over the year and a half they’ve been working together. She has never met Rose or Blessing.

Junior and Viv like her enough to have a group chat with her (one that Nadine has tried to join, but had been ruthlessly denied entry by her partner after a sharp cackle), so she’s not surprised that the first thing Chloe says to her after catapulting herself into Nadine’s arms at the airport is: “Heard I’m a babysitter. Try not to crush on me, china.”

Nadine had laughed into her neck at that, made a quip about how she smelled like an aeroplane.

Now, they’re on Junior’s porch, seeing the happy couple off on their date night.

“What are your intentions with Viv?” Chloe jokes, nudging Junior with a conspiratorial wink. Viv snorts.

“Curfew’s eleven,” Nadine calls after them.

“They grow up so fast.”

“Ja.” Nadine smiles then, leaning against the door so Chloe can pass through first. “Ready?”

“To eat good food, drink, and watch 2 kids for a couple of hours? Not that hard, is it?”

Nadine bends to take off her shoes, about to reply with something smart, but Blessing comes pounding down the hallway, blowing right past Chloe and taking an impressive leap onto Nadine’s back. He snakes his arms around her neck and wiggles his legs until she stands.

Nadine gives Chloe a look.

“All right, maybe I misjudged.” Chloe leans closer in, curious, face startlingly close to Nadine’s. “Hey, I’m Chloe. You’re Blessing, right?”

Blessing squints, puckers his lips, then gives one decisive nod, chin digging into Nadine’s shoulder. “This is Auntie.”

Chloe’s face dissolves into an endeared beam. “I know her!”

Nadine tries very hard not to flush out of pure adoration. She’s not sure if it works because Chloe doesn’t mention it.

“Where’s your sister, B?”

“Here,” Rose says, skidding down the hallway in her socks. “Who’re you?”

Chloe holds out a hand which Rose takes and shakes enthusiastically. “Chloe. I work with your Auntie.”

When she turns, Nadine furrows her eyebrows, hands tightening imperceptibly under Blessing’s legs. She tilts her head when Nadine brushes by, suddenly feeling bereft.

Before Nadine can disappear into a room, Chloe stops her with a hand on her stomach.

“Don’t tell, but I think she has a crush on me,” Chloe stage whispers to Rose. “I told her not to.”

Rose’s eyes grow wider. “Do you like her back?”

Chloe stands then, smiling at Nadine brilliantly. “I do.”

This time, Nadine’s certain she’s blushing and judging by how Chloe’s started to leer at her, she must look redder than usual.

Before Rose can ask any more questions, Nadine hikes Blessing higher up and moves towards the end of the hallway.

“C’mon, Rose. Let’s watch some TV while Chloe heats dinner up,” she says, jerking her head towards the kitchen door for Chloe. “Your dad said you need help with math?”

Rose lets out a very loud and long groan at that.

After Nadine is directed to the collection of Kim Possible DVDs and sets it up, she sends Rose off to grab her homework. Then, she pries Blessing away from his Barbies and props him against one hip.

Chloe’s humming a tune and opening random drawers when Nadine finds her in the kitchen. She’s got an apron hanging from her neck, even though she’s literally just popping something into the microwave and opening a bottle.

Blessing reaches for the counter, so she sets him down. “Chloe, I’m hungry!”

Chloe spins and catches Nadine’s eye briefly. “Yes, yes,” she says, “give me a minute, love. Impatience runs in the family, I guess.”

Nadine chuckles, crossing the distance and tugging the loose ends of the apron. “You’re one to talk.”

“Oh, hush.” She leans back a little, into Nadine’s warmth.

She turns after a beat, corners of her mouth tipped up, and catches Nadine’s mouth in a kiss. It’s nice, for about two seconds, then Blessing starts drawing out an “eww” and smacking his palms on the table.

Chloe pulls away, eyes still half-lidded. “I was gonna say they were adorable, but…”

Nadine huffs a laugh and narrows her eyes at Blessing. “What are you complaining about?”

“Rose does that when mama kisses daddy,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Hm,” she says, “keep doing that, champ.”

Chloe barks out a laugh, lightly slapping Nadine’s arm. Nadine grabs her wrists, kissing her chastely before pulling away completely.

“The forks are behind you.”

“Thanks,” Chloe says, not moving and hauling her back in. Nadine looks unimpressed.

Blessing groans again.

“What does the apron say, soldier?” KISS THE COOK. That’s probably Junior’s. She grimaces at it with great disdain. “So?”

In response, Nadine untangles herself from Chloe and places Blessing into his usual spot at her hip.

“Ah, figures.”

Rose is waiting in the living room when they all return, pasta in hand; one bowl each for the kids and a big plate for Chloe and Nadine to share. Fewer dishes to do this way. Plus, Nadine only has one hand to spare, the other keeping Blessing from wriggling onto the floor.

After setting the bowls down, Chloe presses play on the first episode and puts the volume lower so Rose can concentrate.

Poised over the couch, Nadine cranes her neck to watch Blessing tuck his face into her back, holding on stubbornly.

”Off! Off, off, off.” After a moment, he grabs tighter onto her shoulders. “No?”

Blessing shakes his head. “No.”

“You asked for it.” She grabs onto his legs for safety and starts to hop in place—once, twice, three times. Blessing squeals in her ear. On the fourth time, she drops into a squat, so that his legs are on the couch and scrapes him off her back. “Time for dinner, B.”

He pouts, eyes wide. “Aw, boo.” It takes her a hot second to resist that. Atrocious.

She pushes the lime green bowl and matching plastic fork into his hands. “If you want to grow taller than your sister, you gotta eat up.”

When she looks over to Chloe, she’s on the floor next to Rose with her homework out on the coffee table some ways away from the couch. She’s watching Nadine, jaw cupped in her palm, with a soft look.

Nadine, self-conscious, looks away and scoots closer to Rose’s other side. “What?”

“Nothing,” Chloe says after a beat, bending closer to look at Rose’s paper. Almost immediately after, she touches Rose’s hand before she can write something down and quietly points out her mistake.

They get through two episodes in relative peace before Blessing decides that he’s done with his dinner and bonks the bottom of the bowl lightly on Nadine’s head. Chloe stifles a laugh at Nadine’s exaggerated outrage.

She takes the bowl from Blessing, towering over him as he giggles madly into a pillow.

“This is my shield,” he declares.

Nadine crosses her arms. “That’s not fair. I don’t have a sword.”

“Victory!”

Chloe doesn’t try hiding her delight this time.

It’s only another Kim Possible episode later that Blessing calms down enough to sit still on the couch. Nadine scrapes his leftovers onto their shared plate.

Rose has picked her entire bowl clean and has been sipping at a glass of milk Chloe had gotten for her when Nadine had been busy entertaining Blessing. When Nadine offers her a second serving, she just shakes her head, brows furrowed at the question on her paper.

Finally, she turns her attention to Chloe who is, funnily enough, engrossed with the Kim Possible episode playing.

She jerks her head up when Nadine places her hand on her back, startled.

“Go eat on the couch, I’ll watch Rose.” She promptly shoves the plate into Chloe’s hands and plops down onto the ground, leaving no room for argument.

“Last one,” Rose says, tapping her pencil on the table.

Nadine leans over her arm to look at the paper. “Do you need any help?”

“Nope,” she replies, popping the p. She scribbles something down, then crosses it out. “Auntie?”

“Ja?”

“I think Chloe likes you,” she whispers, glancing back at Chloe who’s using Blessing’s head as an armrest while he squirms under her, mouth open in his best attempt at a roar.

Nadine tries not to smile, turning back to Rose. She fails. “You mean like-like?”

Rose puts her pencil down and scowls at her. “I’m not 8. I can say love.”

“You’re 9.”

Rose scoffs, pointedly going back to her homework.

Nadine feels nervous all of a sudden, and bizarrely, embarrassed. She’s 32, Chloe 35, and they have yet to say the L-word. Not that she can presume to know how Chloe feels, but she knows how she feels.

They’ve been officially together just over a year now. The months before it, they had spent sleeping with each other sporadically when they met up for a job. Back then, Nadine knew how she felt too. Her feelings hadn’t been quite as deep as they were now — maybe fondness. She felt that whatever they had, if they both allowed it, would last and for a very long time.

A year, they’ve lasted so far. She knows all the little things now. Chloe’s morning routine, her weird figures of speech, which side she sleeps on. She knows the important things and the unimportant things that Nadine cherishes equally to the former.

They have lasted and strengthened, taking Nadine’s feelings lightyears past simple fondness. She wonders sometimes, considering the trajectory, if she can find the words to describe it if her feelings stretched past love. For now, that word will do.

She loves Chloe, this she has known for months. Chloe certainly likes her in a way that extends past the shallow.

She drags a hand down her forehead. It’s one thing to think it, another to confront it head-on, but Nadine Ross has never been a coward. Cautious, yes, but not cowardly.

She puts her chin on the table, watching the top of Rose’s pencil wave in the air as she writes.

“I like Chloe too,” Nadine says, voice low because if Chloe overheard, she would never hear the end of it.

Rose finishes what she’s written with a flourish, then copies Nadine, putting her chin on the table. “Only like?”

“More than,” Nadine replies, pausing to gather her courage. Then, scandalously: “Love.”

“Ooh, Auntie,” Rose teases, mocking, in a whiny tone that you’d expect from a pre-teen boy sneering “cooties!”

“I thought you were mature,” says Nadine, reaching out to poke Rose’s cheek.

Rose turns her nose up. “I’m only 9.”

Nadine laughs. Rose is so obviously Junior and Viv’s child, she can’t help the sudden urge to hug her.

She gets away with swinging Rose into the air and carrying her over her shoulder, running twice around the room as she laughs and lets Nadine do this without complaint. Afterwards, they collapse onto the couch where Chloe’s got Blessing in her lap, the both of them watching the screen intently.

Rose gets comfortable, settled between Chloe and Nadine, while Nadine tries to sneak pictures of them all together.

She gets away with two before Chloe cuts away from Ron Stoppable in his tree house and looks directly at the camera. She gives Nadine a winning grin, tightening her arms around Blessing’s middle.

By 8:30, Blessing’s dozing off on Chloe’s sternum, snoring lightly. Similarly, Rose is nodding off against Nadine’s arm.

Sharing a look, they both get up, carrying a Ross in their arms. Nadine shushes Rose when she jolts awake, instinctively rocking on the balls of her feet in an attempt to get Rose to fall back asleep.

They go up the stairs to another hallway, Nadine leading Chloe to a door that has the letter R painted on it in baby blue. She sets Rose down in her bed, pulling the blanket over her shoulders and turning the A/C off in case it gets colder at night.

“The night light,” Chloe whispers. Nadine flips it on before ushering Chloe out, towards the door with B painted in mauve.

Chloe does the motions: tucking Blessing in, checking the A/C, and finding the night light.

Nadine leans against the doorframe, waiting for her to finish with the curtains. It’s weird, seeing Chloe like this. Not in a bad way, no. Nadine finds that she can watch Chloe do this for hours, fascinated.

There’s a warmth blossoming in her chest, the kind she feels when she’s come home for the first time in a while for Hanukkah and her family is gathered around the room, closer together because it’s cold outside.

Nadine is not entirely sure what she’s supposed to do with this.

In the end, Chloe finishes up and interrupts her introspection, shooing her away so she can close the door. As is natural by now, Chloe grabs her hand and gives it a pull towards the stairs. Nadine grips back before she can drop her hand away.

They don’t speak until they’re back in the living room, Kim Possible still playing on low volume. They won’t leave until Junior and Viv get back, in case the kids wake up again.

Out of nowhere, Chloe makes a thoughtful noise after easing onto the couch with a sigh.

Nadine examines her face, eyebrows hiking up when Chloe’s eyes flick to meet hers and discovers that they are arrestingly determined.

She uses her free hand to pull Nadine in for a languid kiss. It’s fairly innocent for them, so Nadine’s unsurprised when Chloe settles back into the couch after they part, focused on the TV.

“Liefie,” she says, waiting for Chloe to look over. “I think I like the babysitter.”

Chloe chuckles, pressing into Nadine’s side. “That’s convenient. I think I like the babysitter, too.”

It’s quiet then. Nadine’s content like this.

They get through three and a half episodes of Kim Possible before Chloe makes a really undignified noise at something that happens on screen and Nadine has to hide a laugh behind a cough. Chloe catches it and scowls at her.

“Hey now, Ross, that wasn’t—”

“Calm down, I won’t tell anyone that you’re a die hard Kim Possible fan.”

Chloe harrumphs, sprawling onto Nadine more so that she’s half on top of her.

Nadine winds her arm around Chloe’s waist and turns so her nose brushes Chloe’s cheek.

“Liefie,” she says again.

“Mhm,” Chloe replies distractedly.

“I love you.”

Chloe stiffens, and in quick succession, relaxes, tenses, and relaxes again.

She turns her head, swaying back so she can see Nadine’s face properly. Then, she smiles, eyes wrinkled at the corners and all, and says, “I love you too.”

Nadine can’t help but kiss her. This one is longer, more earnest.

And Chloe pulls away, sucking in a breath. “We should pick this up when we go back to the apartment.”

“Self-control? For once?” Nadine says against her jaw.

“I want to watch my favourite show: Kim Possible,” Chloe replies, voice light with mirth. “You’re just here for the commercial breaks.”

“It’s a DVD.”

Chloe blindly pats her face, mhms absentmindedly, and accepts a kiss to her cheek.

Nadine loves her for it.

[seoulscenarios]

Trust in Me

Genre: fluff, slight angst and sadness

Member(s): Na Jaemin ft. the dreamies

Word Count: 2365

Warnings: none, but if you’re sensitive like me it will be sad bc i love jaemin

Summary: you and Jaemin are the school’s badminton couple and coming up to the final competition of the season. However, will Jaemin’s injury prevent you from competing or will you succeed?

Author’s note: just pure indulgence for my main boy Jaemin, and my worrying for his injury over the last 2 years. listen to thankful for you, nothing without you and dreams come true whilst reading this~

“AND THEY’VE DONE IT, NA AND (Y/L/N) ARE THROUGH TO THE NATIONAL FINALS OF THE YOUTH BADMINTON COMPETITION! SEE YOU AGAIN IN A FEW DAYS FOR WHAT WE PROMISE WILL BE AN ELECTRIC FINAL. UNTIL THEN, CONGRATULATIONS AGAIN!”

From the stands you could hear the people roaring with happiness (you thought you could hear Jeno screaming for Jaemin the most but you couldn’t be sure), but right now, in this moment, all you could focus on was Jaemin. Your partner, in both senses. You and Jaemin had been badminton partners since you were both in middle school and you guys hit it off straight away. You were always paired together in badminton club and eventually picked to replace the seniors to compete in school national tournaments. It was this day Jaemin asked you out and you had been happily dating since then.

“Babe we did it, we’re national finalists!” your boyfriend giggled into your ear. You buried your face into his neck, smiling uncontrollably. You had finally done it. You made it to the finals after 2 years with no luck of getting past the semi-finals, you finally made it. After so many hardships and battling through Jaemin’s ongoing back injury, you couldn’t help but pull back and look at Jaemin’s face. His eyes were shining and his smile was extremely wide as he looked into your eyes. He truly was breathtakingly beautiful.

“JUST DATE ALREADY!”

“GET A ROOM YOU TWO”

“GET IT JAEMIN”

“GUYS STOP TEASING H- OW HYUCK WHAT DID I DO?”

Ah. Yes. Yours and Jaemin’s friends still don’t know you’re dating. It’s not like you didn’t want to tell them, it was more fun letting them guess whether you were or not. Besides, you had more important things to worry about. Jaemin’s injury was slowly getting worse with the amount of training you guys had been putting in for this competition. You had begged Jaemin to rest but he refused, stating that the competition was what you guys had been working towards for so long and he couldn’t give up now. You weren’t happy with him and this disagreement had led to a few arguments between the two of you. In the end you accepted his decision, but you told him to get therapy to help lessen the pain even if it was just a little bit. You couldn’t stand seeing him in pain. However seeing him literally glowing when he played, you couldn’t help but admire him and his strength to continue.

Jaemin pulled away from your embrace to smile at his friends. Throughout your lives, your friends had always been there to support you and despite how annoying they could be, you wouldn’t survive without them. As the guys pulled you both into a bone crushing hug, you couldn’t help but giggle at how uncomfortable it was for everyone.

“Jisung, you are literally too tall and bony for this get oFF ME”

“Mark your elbow is dangerously close to my face and if you don’t get it away from me 0.0005 seconds then help me god!”

“guYS IM STUCK IN THE MIDDLE AGAIN IM DYING” Chenle screams, causing you all to laugh and release each other.

“Y/N, Jaemin, we’re going out for food in a bit if you guys want to come?” Mark asks, as Renjun soothes Chenle’s wounded pride and Haechan cackles at him. You look at Jaemin for an answer but you see him grimacing slightly before he meets your eyes. You frown at him as he musters a smile onto his face and nodding slightly.

You shake your head, “sorry Mark, next time maybe. This dummy needs some rest before he might actually have to pull out of the final match.” Jaemin makes a noise of protest but you just shoot him a look and he looks down sheepishly. The guys laugh at you, being the only one who could get Jaemin to be quiet so effectively. (Jeno had managed it once, through significant blackmail and eventually sitting on him to get him to shut up. Jaemin wasn’t impressed.) The boys congratulate once more before leaving you two in the gym alone. You loop your arm around his waist and you walk slowly to the changing rooms to collect your belongings.

Leading up to the final match was pretty intense. Your coach needed you to be on top form and whilst you were taking it in your stride, Jaemin was struggling and falling behind. His movements were becoming slower and his reaction time was slowly getting worse. You couldn’t help worry every time you saw him make a mistake or his serves were getting sloppier. His injury seemed to be getting the better of him and yet, still, he practiced like nothing was wrong. Every time the coach asked him to do a move again, he would grit his teeth and do it with all of his strength. At the end of each practice, you were close to tears seeing him lying on his front with an ice pack on his back.

“Babe, please, we can pull out of the competition. Your health is more important to me. I know we wanted to do this together but I can’t let you get even worse than this!” you exclaimed after practice one day, helping him ice his back on the floor of your living room.

“Y/N, we talked about this. Please let me compete. Our last competition and the season is over. I can rest after this. Baby, I promised you when we first started competing together that we would do this no matter what. We can do this together, after this I will get all the rest I need, maybe even pull out of competing altogether. But first, I must complete our promise.” Jaemin retaliated, sitting up suddenly and holding your hand. Tears were streaming down your face at this point, not knowing what to do. This was a lifelong dream of yours, but Jaemin was the love of your life. You couldn’t let him injure himself anymore.

“Trust in me.” He said softly, tilting your chin up and wiped your tears with his free hand. He looked into your eyes, “this will be over soon, trust in me one more time baby?”

Looking into his eyes, you could see tears forming and you understood. One more time, you thought, then it’s over. You nodded slowly and smiled weakly at him. A tear rolled down his cheek and onto the top of your head as he pulled you in for a hug. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just relishing in being with each other. You wanted to stay like that forever, but you sighed and pulled away from him. Jaemin smiled softly at you and kissed you gently on the forehead.

“The competition is next week, I’ll ask coach to let me rest for the next few days hm?” You couldn’t help but smile back. You nodded and kissed his cheek before standing up.

“Come on dummy, let’s get some food. God knows it’s what we deserve” you held out your hand for him to grab. Jaemin grinned at you and took your hand, leading the both of you to the kitchen in the search of food that wasn’t necessarily part of your competition diet, but the both of you couldn’t care less at this point.

The lead up to the competition was intense to say the least. From pressure from the coach, carrying the school name and making sure Jaemin was strong enough to compete, it’s safe to say you were stressed and worried. Jaemin sat on the sidelines during your practice time to give support and advice, but you still couldn’t help but worry about him and less about yourself. Luckily, Mark and the others made sure the two of you weren’t exposed to much school pressure and helped you relax during school. Honestly you were so grateful for them and you couldn’t wait for the game to finally be over.

The day before the competition, you went to Jaemin’s house to sleep over the night. The night was very quiet and neither of you said much. You decided on a having a movie night to help distract you from the next day but really, you couldn’t care less and just wanted to be with Jaemin.

“Nana, I’m scared.” You whispered as the two of you were lay on the sofa, hands intertwined as the movie you were watching was long forgotten. Jaemin looked at down at you and smiled.

“Baby, we’ll be fine. I’ll be fine.” He replied sweetly, kissing your forehead gently. You sighed and buried your face into his neck. You inhaled his scent and smiled slightly.

“I know babe. I’m still scared for you though. Promise me, you’ll be okay.”

“I promise Y/N. For you, I’ll promise you anything.”

“How about a car if we win?”

“Y/N baby, you can’t drive.”

“Fine, a McDonalds then”

“You’re such a dork, you know that?”

“Yeah but you love this dork”

“Yeah I love you”

You looked up in shock. Sure you guys had been together for a while and jokingly said “love you” but never “I love you”. Jaemin looked at you with a wide smile.

“Y/N I’ve always loved you. I always have and always will.”

“Nana… I… ” You stuttered at him.

“You don’t have to say it back” he replied happily.

“I love you too, dummy” you giggled, snuggling back into his neck. He laughed softly and brought your intertwined hands up to kiss the back of your hand. You wouldn’t change this moment for the world. The two of you together, like nothing could ever change it.

The day of the competition had finally arrived. The gym seats were filled with students from both schools’ competing that day. It was safe to say there was some tension in the air. The two teams entered the gym from the changing rooms and the gym erupted in cheers for their star badminton players. You couldn’t help but grin at the atmosphere. Being in the place you loved with the boy you loved more than anything else, no moment could compare to this. You gripped Jaemin’s hand as you walked to your side of the pitch. You glanced around the seating and saw your friends in their usual seats. Chenle and Jisung were holding a banner with your names on whilst Jeno had a Jaemin slogan he was waving around happily. Mark caught your eye and gave you a thumbs up, which you returned whilst rolling your eyes. Jaemin let go of your hand to unpack his kit and you waved around the gym to everyone. This would never got old, you thought as you walked over to Jaemin. He handed you your racket and whispered, “you ready, baby?”. You grinned in response as you twisted your racket around. Jaemin smiled back and went to his position on court.

“TODAY IS THE FINALS FOR THE YOUTH NATIONAL BADMINTON COMPETITION. WE HAVE PARK AND LEE FROM MNET HIGH SCHOOL AND NA AND Y/L/N FROM SM ACADEMY. THE BEST OF FIVE GAMES WINS THIS FINAL, MAY THE BEST TEAM WIN. GOOD LUCK TO BOTH TEAMS”

The whistle sounded and you watched as Jaemin hit the first serve. The game was on.

“AND THEY’VE DONE IT. THE WINNERS OF THE YOUTH NATIONAL BADMINTON COMPETITION IS NA AND Y/L/N FROM SM ACADEMY!”

The gym erupted in cheers and screams as you and Jaemin stood there in shock. After all these years, you had finally achieved your dreams. You looked at Jaemin who started grinning widely as the realisation hit him. You ran to him and pulled him into a hug. His arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. You could hear everyone screaming for you guys but right there, in that moment, he was all that matters. Jaemin groaned softly into your ear and you let go to look at him. He was grimacing in pain, and you knew he needed to sit down immediately. You were about to gently lead him to the bench but he just lay on the floor in the middle of the court before you could.

“You’re an idiot Nana, I hope you know that.” You groaned at him, eyeing him as he lay with his eyes closed, relieving some of the pressure on his back.

“Yeah but you love me”

“Oh, after this maybe not”, you quipped back at him joining him on the floor. He just smiled and slowly sat up. The coach walked over to you guys, shaking his head at the two of you, smiling slightly. When the coach reached you, he just looked at you and you knew what you needed to do. You stood up and held out your hand for Jaemin to take. He smiled at you and stood up, taking your hand as the two of you walked over to collect your trophy. As you were crowned the national champions, you could hear your friends hollering loudly. You rolled your eyes as you accepted the trophy and smiled happily at Jaemin. The gym erupted in cheers and you waved the trophy around in happiness.

“I’m glad I did this with you” Jaemin whispered in your ear as the audience began to file out of the gym, leaving you two and your friends alone.

“Hmmm, prove it”

“Of course baby” he replied with a happy grin, leaning in to kiss you on the lips.

“BABY?”

“OH MY GOD”

“THEY’RE DATING??!!”

“MY EYES I’M TOO YOUNG FOR THIS”

“MARK PLEASE MAKE THEM STOP”

“ME? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?”

You broke apart from Jaemin and laughed as your friends looked at you in horror. Jaemin wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your forehead as a torrent of questions were thrown at you from the boys. You just laughed and leaned into Jaemin, letting him take the fall. You were just happy to be with him, there and then, nothing could ever top this moment. Except if Jaemin bought you that car.

[realexotrash]

Cabin//pt.2

(gif not mine, credit to the owner. Btw this is a good ass gif I applaud you)

genre: smut (not in this part, in later parts), fluff, friend!au, skinny dipping

warning: skinny dipping, graphic smut (again in later parts. in the next part you ask? idk, guess you’ll have to find out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), Baekhyun is a fuckin tease just like how he is in real life.

length: idk man pretty long

Authors note: I want to thank you all for all the positive responses I’ve received for cabin, it really means a lot because I literally wrote it just to write it and now you guys are messaging me the nicest stuff so thank you. Btw I kind of changed up my writing style in this one, so instead of the huge block paragraphs everything is spaced out a little better. Anyway, here’s cabin pt. 2, enjoy.

(I didn’t really know what to do with pt.2 so I don’t know if I’m entirely happy with it so if you guys wanna leave requests or ideas for later parts in my ask box it would be awesome because I want to see where you guys want me to take this.)

pt: 2 ___

“So I guess it’s just you and me till Friday.”

It was like every cell in your body started to reek havoc. Friday? That’s another 5 days alone with Baekhyun, not to mention that you had literally just watched him touch himself to the thought of you no longer than 5 minutes ago; and now you would have to spend 5 days trying not to attack him.

“That’s 5 days. What are we going to do for food?”

Baekhyun put his phone down onto the island that stood in the middle of the kitchen, “I guess my mom left us $200 in emergency money, so that should be good enough, right?” The last word left his lips a little shaky.

“Yeah that should be fine.” You started to walk towards the window, trying to hide the fact that your face had turned a bright shade of pink.

You heard Baekhyun take a deep inhale in, and then his footsteps heading in your direction until he was standing right beside you, looking out towards the lake and many trees.

“Is… Is that okay?” Baekhyun questions, “Because if it isn’t then I understand, I can call my mom and tell them to come home immed…”

He was cut off by your words “Baekhyun it’s okay, I promise. I could really use 5 days to get away from my mom’s constant dancing and blabbling and my Dad talking about golf literally 24/7” you giggled turning to see that Baekhyun was laughing along too.

“Yeah and my Mom’s terrible songs she makes up when she’s doing random tasks,” he starts to tap the glass of the window “or how my Dad literally falls asleep everywhere that he sits for more than 10 minutes.” the way he laughs is only making you laugh harder, “and don’t even get me started on my brother’s constant ‘I’m an athlete mom, not a housemaid’.” he says in the deepest voice he can possibly manage. He sighs “Let’s just make these next five days fun.“ he says turning to meet your eyes, and once again you find yourself melting by the sight of his smile, it really is your favorite thing about him.

You turn back to the window, "Agreed.”

Baekhyun stops tapping on the window and puts his hand down, accidentally brushing yours. You fight the chill coursing through your body.

You turn on your heel to head to the various cupboards displayed across the kitchen, “well first we have to figure out what were gonna eat for lunch.” You shuffle through the various canned items.

During your search for at least something that could possibly work to eat, you felt Baekhyun’s hands on your hips behind you, you freeze. He looks over your shoulder as if this was an innocent act.

“Why don’t we have some ravioli?” His grip on your hips loosened till they were no more.

“Yeah…” with shaky hands you grab the two cans “…sure.”

Baekhyun takes a seat at the island, “Is everything okay?” He asks with fake confusion in his face, he knew what he was doing.

“Yeah I’m fine. Uh… do you want orange juice or canada dry?”

“Canada dry is good.” He sits up straight. “So about the room situation…”

You turn to face him.

“I think it’s too cold at night for us to… sleep apart.” You flush at his words.

You turn back around so you could finish making the food, “Yeah, it really was freezing last night.”

“I felt like I was gonna get frostbite.”

“Yeah I could tell, you were strangling me.” you laugh.

“YAH at least you were warm!” he smirks, “You were enjoying the sight too.”

You flush. “Shut up!” You throw an ice cube at him from the freezer.

He throws his arms up in defeat, “Okay okay, you were just strangled… totally not staring at me while I slept.”

You had no words. Glaring, you threw another ice cube at him.

“Hey! Stop that!” He laughs covering his body to block further cubes.

You place the Ravioli in front of him, “Your majesty.” You say with a bow.

“Thank you my humble servant.” Baekhyun says returning your bow.

You two sit at the island. “Weren’t we supposed to have PB&J’s?” Baekhyun asks turning to you.

You laugh “I totally forgot.” ___

You find yourself laying on the couch, reading Fahrenheit 451. A pouty Baekhyun enters the room, “y/n I’m bored.” He lifts your legs from the couch and sits, placing them in his lap.

‘This little shit’ was all you could really think.

You sat up, legs still in his lap. “Well what would you like to do?”

He pauses, thinking for a second “Hold on.” Baekhyun takes your legs off his lap and stands, placing them back down on the couch, and heads into your shared room. He returns with his portable speaker and stands with his phone in hand, trying to connect it. Out from the speaker blasts Strawberry Afternoons by Lonely Benson.

He holds out his hand, “Dance with me?” he asks with puppy dog eyes. You sigh, placing your bookmark back in your book and putting it on the table to stand. You take his hand and he starts swinging you, twirling you, and moving all over the cabin with you. You both are laughing as you dance together. Just as Baekhyun goes to twirl you, within an instant both of his feet fly up from beneath him as he lands on his back. You couldn’t contain your laughter and had to get on the floor as you held your stomach, tears streaming from your eyes trying to ask if he was okay through your cackling. Baekhyun groaned but as soon as he saw you he started laughing too. Soon you both were rolling around on the floor laughing so hard it had almost become painful.

“That was” you heave “the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time.” still on the floor. Your abs and face hurt.

“Shut up.” He smiles, pushing your shoulder.

Brushing some loose strands of hair out of your face You sit up, “What time is it?”

Baekhyun sits up for a brief second to look at the clock on the stove, “2:07am″ he lays back on the floor, massaging his cheeks from the laughter.

You stand, “come on, I wanna show you something.” You put out your hand. Hesitating for only a second, he takes it, allowing you to lead him.

You climb the wooden ladder that leads into the loft, with Baekhyun right behind you “your brother showed this to my sister and I a couple years ago and made us promise not to tell you about it.”

He pouts, “What, why?”

“You were being a quote ‘little asshole’ that day I guess.” You giggle, finally reaching the loft. You head towards the little walk in closet just to the right of the room. Walking inside you look up, a small trap door placed in the middle. You turn to Baekhyun, “give me boost will ya?” Giving him your leg, he cupped his hands and hoisted you up. You grabbed the little latch on the trap door and pulled it down, a wooden staircase falling down with it.

“What the hell” Baekhyun whispered.

You started to go up the stairs, until you climbed into an attic. It was small and smelled of dust and who knows what from over the years. The room was shaped like a triangle with a window to the left and various boxes that covered the floor.

You turned around to see Baekhyun studying the room, “why did you bring me up here?”

As your answer, you opened the window. “You trust me?” he nods, “then come on.”

You climb out of the window. The view is absolutely stunning; the moon shines on the still lake perfectly, and you could see all the lights going down the mountain, lighting up the forest just a bit.

“This is the roof.” Baekhyun states after climbing out the window too.

You nod, “Your brother used to take my sister up here when he had a crush on her Junior year.” You laugh a little, still staring at the scenery around you.

He turns to face you. “What now?”

You sit, and look out, your hands finding the wood beneath you to fiddle with the broken off pieces and Baekhyun takes a seat right next to you, “So tell me about life…” you blink up at him. “You know your favorite things, how life’s going, where you want to travel. You know things like that.” He adds, waiting for some sort of answer.

“Well, life’s pretty good. I’m top 2% at our school and I just got offered a scholarship for Golf from NYC and an Art scholarship from UCLA.”

“Besides focusing on school every second of your life, what do you like to do?” Baekhyun presses. When you look at him, his attention is fully on you, he actually wants to hear about it.

“I don’t know, I uh… I like to draw and paint, and music is sometimes my everything. I really like plants so I care for my garden. And writing, Oh I could write or read, or maybe even both for hours,” you babble “and I really really like to watch movies.”

Baekhyun smiled, “Which movies?”

“I don’t know there’s so many,” You look up at the sky, thinking. “I fall in love with practically every movie I watch. I guess mostly 80′s movies.”

Baekhyun lights up, “Really? Me too!”

You smile at his enthusiasm. “My Dad and I always watch 80′s movies, like hmm… The Karate Kid, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Breakfast Club, Rocky 1-a friken million, Full Metal Jacket, Pretty Woman. All those movies.”

“Or The Outsiders, Back to the Future, Pretty in Pink, Ghost Busters, A Christmas Story, The Goonies…” he continues with his eyes closed trying to think. “Oh! or the Princess Bride, Stand By Me.”

“Yes! All those!” You squeal.

Baekhyun smiles and you shiver, half from it being like 15 degrees outside, and from his goddamn smile.

“It’s cold.” You murmur, hugging yourself.

Baekhyun stands, “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Disappearing into the attic. He reappeared about a minute and a half later with a thick flannel blanket. “It’s the thickest one I could find.” He sits as close to you as he can and wraps the blanket around both of you. You melt into his warmth as you both sit in comfortable silence, looking out at the lake.

“Hey,” Baekhyun breaks the silence. “I just.. Look. I’m sorry for being so mean to you all these years. I know that I was cruel and you don’t have to forgive me, just know that I’m sorry.” He’s looking up at the stars, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Baekhyun,” He looks down at you. “I forgive you. I knew it wasn’t the real you.” You smile sweetly at him, giving him reassuring eyes.

“Thank you.” He says before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. “So what kind of music do you like?” ___

You can see the sky turning different shades of pink and blue, the signs that the sun is about to rise.

“What time is it?” Baekhyun asks, he had his head on your shoulder playing with the fringe at the end of the flannel.

“Erm…” You take your phone out of your pocket. “Approximately 5:43am.” You state, tucking your phone back into it’s previous place.

Baekhyun shifts so he can look at you. “Are you tired?”

“Not really.”

You and Baekhyun had spent hours just talking about life in general, about people, about the world, everything. It was nice to finally see him for him.

“Do you wanna go swimming?”

You look down at him, his head still on your shoulder. “Right now?” he looks at you and nods. “But isn’t the water freezing?”

Baekhyun sits up, “So, it’s freezing all day, what’s the difference? Please please please.” He implored, giving you those puppy eyes again.

You give a long dramatic sigh, “Fine, I guess the sunrise will be beautiful from the water.”

Baekhyun shoots you a toothy grin before grabbing both the blanket and your wrist to drag you downstairs.

As he starts to walk towards the door you stop in confusion, “Wait. Are you not gonna get your trunks?”

Baekhyun turns around, “No” a smirk is played across his face.

Dear god.

You walk out the door and follow Baekhyun as you reach the lake. There’s a small wooden pier that Baekhyun takes you to the end of.

“Do you want to go first?” He asks as you look down at the water.

“Were going in fully clothed?” You ask confused.

Baekhyun looks at you, you watch as his fingers hook underneath the hem of his shirt before he pulls it off. “No, were not going in fully clothed.” And there it is again, that damn smirk that you can’t seem to get away from. Baekhyun continues with his shorts as you watch, frozen. It wasn’t until he was about to pull off his boxers you turn the opposite direction, until you hear a splash. You turn around to see a happy Baekhyun swimming in the light blue water. “Come on y/n, it’s almost sunrise.”

Shit. You start with your shirt, crossing your arms to pull it over your head. You close your eyes praising yourself for deciding to wear a cute bra today. Next you unbuttoned your shorts, pushing them down your legs, kicking them off when they reached your ankles. You turned away from Baekhyun to unhook your bra, letting the straps fall down your arms and then throwing it aside, covering yourself with your right arm. You look behind you to see Baekhyun’s eyes trailing up and down your backside.

“Hey turn around!” You scold, blushing at his intrusion. When he turns around you pull down your panties and try to slowly ease your way into the ice cold water. It was just shallow enough so you could stand, but also deep enough to cover your chest. As you refocus your gaze, you see Baekhyun turned away from you, looking at the pink sun just now peeking out from behind the trees. The sky was a beautiful mixture of pink, purple, and light oranges. You hike up the courage and swim till you’re standing right beside him. Suddenly Baekhyun puts an arm around your bare waist, constricting so that you’re close to him, your entire body heating up with something close to embarrassment. His hand travels up and down your side, feeling your skin beneath his touch. You’ve never experienced anything like this before, his touch, the feeling of his flesh pressed against yours is driving you over the edge. As you look down you can see his cock below the water, inviting you to touch, to taste. Your mouth starts to salivate knowing that he can probably see you just as well as you can see him, making you press your legs together as you remember the way his cock looked in his hands yesterday. You blush at the dirty thoughts that flood your mind, at how hard you’re pressing your thigh together. Just as you thought he was going to make a move, he swims in the opposite direction.

Goddamnit he’s such a tease.

“Ah I’ve never felt so free.” Baekhyun dips his head below the water, wetting his hair. “Y/n, this is the best idea I’ve had in ages.”

You start to swim around too, splashing Baekhyun occasionally when he decides to be an ass. ___

You rush inside going straight to the bathroom so you could peel off your cold wet clothes. You start to panic when you realize you don’t have any extra clothes with you and both towels are currently in the wash.

“Baekhyun.” You peek your head out from behind the door.

He comes out of the room and stands in the hallway, laughing lightly at your appearance.

“Can you bring me some clothes?” You ask trying as hard as you possibly could to not let him catch a glimpse of your body behind the door.

Baekhyun smiles a mischievous smile. “Sure.” He heads into the room and you could feel his smile radiating through you as he entered the hallway and gave you the small wad of clothes in his hand.

“Thanks.” You say high pitched and fast as you close the door almost too fast. When you unravel the wad of clothes you see that it’s just a large white plain t-shirt and a pair of pink panties. “Are you fucking kidding me.” you whisper to yourself. But its all you’ve got, so you put them on, tugging down the hem of the shirt as you walk out of the bathroom.

When you walk into the room Baekhyun is laying down on the bed, scrolling through something on his phone. When he looks up at you he smiles and opens his arms for you to come and lay down next to him, “C’mon, let’s at least get a couple hours of sleep.” You smile, crossing the room to crawl into bed with him, forgetting entirely about your lack of clothing. Baekhyun wraps his arms and legs around you just as he did the previous night, and you found yourself falling asleep faster than you had anticipated. ___

You wake up to an empty bed. Grabbing your phone from your nightstand you read 12:57pm. You stretch your limbs and think about the events that took place yesterday and this morning. It’s so crazy how literally a couple days ago Baekhyun was just the guy that hated you, that always made it certain that he didn’t care for you, the guy that you avoided to spare your own feelings.

You’re knocked out of your thoughts by a couple noises coming from the kitchen. You unwrap yourself from all the blankets and go to your suitcase to look for some shorts and a clean bra to put on. When you’re finished dressing you head out to the kitchen where you see Baekhyun sitting peacefully playing on his laptop at the dining room table.

He looks up to see you standing there “hey.” he says, standing to walk towards you. As he reaches you he places both hands on your waist and looks down at you, your face beet red as you stare up at him. Jesus Christ, what’s with him always grabbing your waist if he’s not gonna do anything further.

He smirks and lets go of you, walking into the kitchen to open up the fridge. He pulls out a Canada Dry and a string cheese. Still smirking he turns to face you. “You know you sleep talk.” ________________________________________________________________

Authors note: Thanks for reading! Please please please, if you have any requests or suggestions for what you want to see in Part 3 please don’t be afraid to leave them in my ask box also with other request for senerios, smuts, drabbles, reactions, etc.

[fathertaurus]

DATING ZENDAYA PART ONE: Fem!Reader

A/N: okAY LOOK. NO ONE IS WRITING THINGS LIKE THIS ABOUT THIS QUEEN SO LEMME DO IT FOR MY OWN PAN ASS CAUSE I NEED IT THANKS 

P.S: a lot of this is just me going off on tangents, if yall dont like it please tell me in my inbox what you would prefer to see in the next part or for other potential celebrities 

ALSO NONE OF THIS HAS BEEN REALLY EDITED SO IF IT’S MESSY…I’M SORRY I REALLY AM

AND THIS IS MY VERY FIRST TIME WRITING ONE OF THESE SO IF THERE’S SOME SORT OF RULES TO IT IM SORRY BUT I DIDN’T KNOW

–

FOR DIALOGUE PURPOSES:

You

Zendaya

SNAPCHAT/SOCIAL MEDIA:

On god you would be on that girl’s Snapchat all the time (well whenever she posts)

DRIVING VIDEOS

She’d have some music blasting while she pans the camera over to you

Her hand is on your thigh

You’re oblivious to her recording

She flips the camera back on her and she has the sweetest grin on her face

But there would be those few times where you’d catch her and you’d groan at the top of your lungs

“The directions say to turn—Oh my— Can you focus on the road please”

“How can I focus on the road when you’re sitting right next to me?”

“…oh be quiet.”

SINGING OSHJW

It would be a bit embarrassing how many videos there would be of the two of you screaming 2000s R&B hits

Not to mention how many times those videos would be in the car

So you would catch people staring at you 24:7 which adds on to the amusement

If you’re not playing 2000s R&B it’s Bruno Mars..or Beyoncé..LEMONADE TO BE SPECIFIC

“MIDDLE FINGERS UP WAVE THOSE HANDS HIGH”

“PUT IT IN HIS FACE, TELL ‘IM BOY BYE”

She’d record you singing in the shower

You’d record her singing while she’s cooking or watching tv

It always end in a duet

D A N C I N G

YOU ALREADY KNOW THE GIRL CAN DANCE

WHICH MEANS YOU HAVE A THOUSAND OF VIDEOS OF HER GETTING DOWN IN THE KITCHEN

And whenever you decide to start boogieing she has to hype you up

Because if not who else???

But her hyping would get dangerous

She’d get you so geeked you would probably get down so hard you break something

“GET IT GET IT GET IT—“

You: *crashes into wall*

“Oh no.”

*snapchat video cuts out*

Cute Ass Fluffy videos&pictures/MIC

She’d take unnoticed pictures of you whilst you were

Eating

Watching tv 

Driving

Sleeping

literally doing anything she invades your privacy so much it should be a bit illegal 

You’d both be laughing about something really hard and she’d have to record it (more for her own sake but y’know the world should see it too)

but no one would be about to understand what you guys are saying because you’re both cracking up from laughter

“Y-YOU ARE *snort* SO STUPID–”

“Did you just *cackle* dID YoU JUst sNORT?!”

“OH MY–I’m breaking-g up with you this relations-ship is over.”

You’d be more of the instagram type, posting pictures and videos of her doing similar domestic things

And if you weren’t posting cute photos such as that you were posting a whole bunch of promo for whatever project she was working on

(she would definitely have you model for her clothing line, there is no doubt) 

The two of you would try your best to fit small vacations in your schedules 

they typically clashed due to her working and your schooling but you managed

you would spend months looking for the best place to spend a couple days, extravagant or not 

it could be somewhere on a far away island

or just at some hotel a city away

anything that separates you from your daily stresses 

The cutest thing though is how excited she would be to see you no matter the time of day or what was happening or how long it had been since the last you had seen each other 

it could months when she was off filming somewhere 

it could be weeks–press tours and what not

it could be days in which she had to go travel for some red carpet or fashion show

it could be a couple hours, when she was on very long shoots

and it could be minutes

she just hates being away from you too long

so when she sees you again, the kisses and hugs are indescribable 

and the sex is fantastic who am I kidding 

OUTINGS

DATES

You two are big fans on PDA

at most its holding hands or a peck on the cheek

You guys are always color-coordinated

You can’t explain why

it just happens 

Every

Single

Time

And the fans love it??????

There are several accounts dedicated to your guys’ matching outfits

Some fans would go into full details about it

Others would just scream

and there are some that think it’s some sort of illuminati conspiracy theory but let’s leave that alone

One of your favorite things to do together in public is go for lunch dates

They weren’t always fancy

sometimes it would just be the two of you sitting in her car eating In-N-Out 

But other occasions were typically instagram worthy

meaning you go somewhere pretty nice and then end up posting a photo of your lunch with her sitting in the background 

these photos would become a collection

every time you guys went out for lunch (or any other meal, but typically lunch) you would post the picture to your gram

And everyone would love you for it

Including Zendaya who would claim to be annoyed by it

but would secretly love it 

And if you weren’t eating meals together it was with your close group of friends/the spiderman:homecoming 

(TOM)

(HE’S GONNA HAVE HIS OWN SECTION BECAUSE THE BEAN IS ONE OF YOUR GUYS CLOSEST FRIENDS)

Zendaya would invite your closests friends over and it would be a fantastic “group date” (because they were all severely jealous of your love for each other)

lots of dancing

lots of laughing

lots of really really good food

And even though you guys weren’t alone it still felt like it was just the two of you

INTERVIEWS

You were never in the interview 

but you did your best to be on the sidelines because she loved having you there

And the interviewers always did their damn best to get info on your relationship

They’d get little things but if they asked the right questions like:

What’s something she does that makes you laugh?

What’s your favorite thing to do together?

What’s one of her quirks that you love?

THe girl would go off on a tangent

Just non-stop gushing about you and your shared memories

Which left you burning in the face and caused butterflies to stir in the pit of your stomach 

PREMIERES

The first time she takes you to a premiere as he date it would be Spiderman:Homecoming 

and it would be recorded religiously 

People already knew you two had been dating for a while now but this was still your first extremely public outing

Meaning you were nervous as hell

But she helped you pick out the perfect outfit because she wanted you to feel as comfortable as possible while still looking fantastic

And the second you meet her eye she’s on the ground, literally throwing a fit because her girlfriend looks so hot (and someone is off to the side posting the whole thing on her snap)

“Come on I wanna see you!”

“Alright alright I’m coming.”

*walks from around the corner*

“…ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”

“WHAT? WHAT IS IT?!”

“YOU LOOK SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL”

“I hate you.”

You would show up on the red carpet and all she would do is either step back and show you off

Or she’d be connected to your hip, fingers intertwined with yours, a hand wrapped around your waist

Regardless, she would be glued to your side all night, not because she’s clingy because she wanted to make sure you were okay

And at the end of the night the two of you would cuddle in bed together and you would continually congratulate her on the movie and remind her how proud you are of everything’s she accomplished

“You’re so talented you know that?’

“I thought I was suppose to be the mushy one babe.”

“Well you deserve a night off.”

“Thanks.” She chuckles shaking her head at you.

“….I love you.”

“I love you too.”

FRIENDS

WE MUST TALK ABOUT TOM

BECAUSE HE IS YOUR GUYS’ COUPLE FRIEND

You of course met him whilst Zendaya was working on SP:HC and instantly the three of you built a bond

it might’ve been due to the fact that you were such a big spiderman fan and begged your girlfriend to hang out with him but hey who knows right?? 

(you honestly just wanted to see the suit. Tom Holland who??)

Over the course of the months of working on the movie it soon became impossible to separate the three of you 

You were either

messing around on set (when you were suppose to be at school actually but who cares about education)

going out to eat (and the boy could eat)

and predominantly hanging out at Your’s and Zendaya’s house 

Zendaya made sure to teach the boy a couple of dance moves that she had already taught you 

to which there would be video evidence of

SLEEPOVERS

After 14 hours shoots you would come to pick Zendaya up from the set

And Tom would be there too, equally exhausted if not more 

So you asked if he’d like to just spend the night so he wouldn’t have to drive back to his place

He agreed gratefully

THIS BECOMES A THING

SLEEPOVERS ARE ALWAYS SO MUCH FUN BETWEEN THE THREE OF YOU

but soon after you start inviting other people everyone once in awhile just because it’s a memorable thing

HE IS SO SUPPORTIVE OF YOUR RELATIONSHIP

COnstantly posting you guys on his insta story whenever you’re all together

getting into twitter arguments with you both 

becoming memes 

petty & hilarious arguments 

you and Zendaya ganging up on Tom for a multitude of things but of course it’s love

HE JUST REALLY LOVES YOU GUYS OKAY CAUSE YALL ARE CUTE AF AND SO IS HE

and of course you guys have other friends, couple friends amongst them too but yall got a bond like no other with spider boy

A/N: OKAY THAT’S ALL I HAVE FOR NOW..who knows if anyone will actually see this or enjoy it but hEY I NEED GOOOD ZENDAYA CONTENT AND SINCE YALL NOT DELIVERING I WILL 

[niennavalier]

So I found some old Yu-Gi-Oh fic I wrote for the ‘verse that was originally started...probably 4 years ago? This is a document that’s probably about a year old, written for my OC who’s paired with Valon (because I’m trash for season 4 of DM). Figured I’d just post it because why not? Also on fanfic.net. And (mostly) under the cut because this isn’t the usual for my blog.

Winter Break, Mini Marshmallows, and Chocolate Flavored Kisses

    “’ow d’you do it? I swear, you’re like Wonder Woman, or somethin’.”

    “Do what, exactly, Valon?” Taylor asked, not bothering to peer over the top of her book. Winter Break had just started, and she was taking time to relax her brain. Finals had been a pain in the ass, and there was a mighty need for some couch potato time, curled up with a good book, even if the testy Australian hadn’t been a big fan of that. Or, he hadn’t at first.

    “Sit there like it’s not zero degrees outside!”

    She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Celsius, Fahrenheit, or Kelvin?”

    “Does it matter? It’s freezin’!”

    “Technically, it does, but,” she finally glanced up, setting down the book, only to burst out laughing. She’d vaguely seen Valon carrying a large bundle of something to the couch when he’d come to join her. What she hadn’t known was that bundle was a literal mountain of blankets.

    Which were now cocooning her boyfriend, covering every inch of him from chin down to toes.

    “’ey, what’re you laughin’ at?!”

    “You look ridiculous, that’s what!”

    “Like I said, it’s cold!”

    “Oh come on. It’s France in the winter. What else did you expect?”

    “You ta go ta school…I dunno, anywhere else?”

    “Because I hear Siberia sounds real nice this time of year,” she replied, deadpan.

    “Haha, very funny.”

    “I know. I try.” She smiled at him, apparently kindly, though there was no mistaking the mischievous light in her eye. “What, want someone to cuddle with you?”

    “Not you. ‘s ‘cause o’ you I’m cold.”

    “Oh come on, you big crybaby. You’ll get used to it.”

    “’ey! ‘m not a baby!”

    “Need I remind you I spent half of my life, like, a couple blocks away from the Church where you grew up? And look, I lived.”

    “…’m not talkin’ ta you.” At that, the brown mess of hair disappeared beneath the crumple of blankets, and she snickered, retrieving her book again, resuming her reading. Valon had never really been the solitary type (save if he was really pissed, but this was hardly the case), always preferring the company of other people to the silence (although Alister might argue he just liked annoying everyone around him).

    Taylor just smiled to herself as she flipped a page. She wondered just how long this silent treatment would last

    “’ey, Taylor?”

    “Valon?”

    “’m sorry. I didn’ mean ta blow up at ya like that. ‘m just bored. ‘n’ cold.”

    “Yeah, I can see as much.” She threw the book onto the coffee table, laying out on her stomach so her face was right up near his. “You know there’s instant hot chocolate right there in the kitchen right?”

    “’ey, Taylor…?”

   “Fine, I’ll get you some. If you pull yourself out of your blanket fort enough to feed yourself. I’m not feeding you.”

    “C’mon love…”

    “Or I can just get one for myself.”

    “…Fine.”

    “Good.” And she bounded off, sliding in her socks across the linoleum. A couple minutes later, and she luxuriously topped both cups off with whipped cream, glad she’d had the forethought to buy it during her last trip for groceries, poor college student or not.

    It was whipped cream. It was worth it.

    Lowering back down onto the couch, she handed one of the cups off to Valon, entertained as he grabbed at it greedily, gulping it down, gasping at how it burned.

    She laughed, sipping at her own drink and licking at the whipped cream as Valon attempted to fan at his tongue with his hand. “You know, it’s called hot chocolate for a reason.”

    “…Shut up, you.”

    “Not likely.”

    “Get me some o’ them mini marshmallows and I’ll forgive ya. Cocoa ain’t cocoa without ‘em.”

    “We’re out, and I checked.”

    “Why didn’t you get ‘em?”

    “Why don’t you ask our grocery bill?” So what the whipped cream had been an indulgence? What was the saying? All things in moderation? So even indulgence in moderation. They weren’t exactly wealthy, after all, so certain non-essentials had to go.

    In her defense, she had been the one shopping that time; therefore, it was her right to choose. Whipped cream over marshmallows. Easy.

    “Yeah, but… they’re jus’ marshmallows, love. Can’ be tha’ expensive.”

    “And this is why I don’t let you do the shopping alone. But,” she grinned, taking a cautious sip of her drink, “next time. I promise.”

    “Knew you weren’ tha’ much of a buzzkill.”

    “Hey!”

    “Wha? ‘s the truth. Was more fun when I jus’ got ta spray soda all over and make Gurimo clean it up.”

    Taylor did laugh at that – wasn’t hard to admit that that had been pretty fun. “Problem is Gurimo doesn’t live with us anymore. And thank god for that.” She sighed melodramatically. Although, truth be told, there was nothing overdramatic about how glad she was that their situation was as it was – no Gurimo in sight.

    Valon just laughed at her bravado. “Yeah. The ol’ geezer’d hate th’ both o’ us.”

    “He already hated you.” She gave pause. “Y’know, nevermind, he probably hated me, too, just on principle. That’s buzzkill for you. So don’t go accusing me.”

    “Wouldn’ want you turnin’ into ‘im, huh?” He flashed an accusatory look at her which…oh, no, he wouldn’t dare ever compare her to Gurimo.

    “Hey! Not my fault adult-ing’s no fun!” Because, for real, jobs and paying for actual stuff to live on was not very exciting. She was really just glad that the safehouse and all its utilities had been taken care of in their entirety prior to them claiming it as theirs. Still didn’t really know how Dartz had managed that, but she wasn’t complaining. “You know what? Fine.” She glanced over at Valon, smug. “You want marshmallows, we can go right now.” It was Winter Break. Finances could be damned (if only for the time being).

    She swore, Valon’s eyes actually bugged out of his head. “You tryin’ ta kill me, mate? I don’ wanna freeze!”

    To that, she just shrugged, finished off more of her hot chocolate. “Just making a suggestion. ‘Cause, y’know, probably won’t be a lot of people around the supermarket right now. Holiday times and whatever.” Here, she raised an eyebrow, mischievous. “Could totally go cartsurfing down the empty aisles.”

    Valon actually cackled at that. “Knew I loved ya for a reason,” he affirmed, climbing out of his blanket fort to seal their lips in a quick, chocolate flavored kiss.

    Growing older, having responsibilities – they couldn’t really avoid that. Growing up, though? Well, nothing mandatory about that.

[peachyhyvck]

sf9 reaction to their members flirting with their s/o

request: anon: SF9 Reaction to one of their band members trying to flirt with their girlfriend

author’s note: (I changed it from “flirting with their girlfriend” to “flirting with their s/o” so it can apply to the non-female fans, as well!) enjoy!

kim inseong: tbh he’s the type to turn the whole situation into one big joke.

Inseong walked into the room to find you and Jaeyoon sitting particularly close to each other as he showed you some dumb video on his phone. He let out a loud, over exaggerated gasp as both of your heads snapped in his direction; startled by the sound. He dropped to his knees, fake crying and making his lip quiver, (like in the gif above), amplifying the dramatics by shouting,

“I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME? I THOUGHT WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL! I GAVE YOU MY HEART, Y/N, WAS THAT NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU ?!”

You and Jaeyoon burst into laughter as you got up and walked over to your extra!boyfriend.

“Oh, hush you big baby,” you giggled, while playfully smacking his arm.

He then grabbed onto your leg and clung to it like a little kid begging his mom not to leave him.

“LOVE MEEEE,” he wailed, only making you and Jaeyoon laugh even harder than before.

kim youngbin: He’s the type to immediately voice his disapproval, shutting the situation down then and there.

You had asked Taeyang to give you some dance lessons, hoping to improve your skills. Youngbin was already annoyed, and somewhat hurt, that you hadn’t come to him for help instead. But the final straw was when Youngbin decided to pay you a surprise visit in the middle of one of your sessions. He carefully peered through the glass window next to the door only to find Taeyang pressed flush against your body, with his hands on your hips. You could almost see the steam emitting from Youngbin’s ears as he stormed into the room and shouted,

“TAEYANG, YOU HAVE 2 SECONDS TO STEP AWAY FROM Y/N BEFORE I GO OVER THERE AND THROW YOU OFF!”

“H-Hyung… It’s n-not wha-” Taeyang stuttered nervously.

“Save it,” Youngbin hissed before exiting the room.

That night it took you a good hour and a half to calm Youngbin down, explain to him what really took place, and how it would never happen again.

lee jaeyoon: He’s the type to unintentionally display his emotions in his expressions.

His usual playful sass alters to a purely bitter attitude as he watches you and Inseong giggle at the funny cartoons he was drawing. He won’t necessarily speak up about what’s bothering him, but he doesn’t need to. One glance at him, and his body language mixed with his facial expression tells you exactly how he’s feeling. He also becomes very curt with his replies.

“Babe, look at what Inseong made! Isn’t it hilarious?” you ask, on the verge of tears from laughing so hard.

“Mhmm,” he mutters in a very low, almost inaudible voice.

It doesn’t take very long for you to notice your usually hyper and enthusiastic boyfriend to be moping around; not uttering a single word. Thankfully, prolongued grudges have never been an issue in your relationship. A few bats of your eyelashes along with some pecks on the cheek, and all is forgiven.

lee sanghyuk: This guy… He’s an even more dramatic version of Inseong.

You’re sitting on the couch next to Zuho as he reads you some new lyrics he’s come up with. He’s spittin’ fire as you’re nodding your head to his rap; feelin’ it just as much as he is. He ends the song with a smirk on his face as you bounce up and down in place, clapping your hands, and praising him on his new composition. Your bouncing gets a little out of hand when suddenly your foot stomps down on Zuho’s, causing him to double over in pain. You felt horrible and slid closer to him, rubbing your hand up and down his back hoping to soothe him, while bending over and apologizing relentlessly. Just as Zuho was about to speak up, he was cut off.

“OH, IM SORRY! DID I INTERRUPT SOMETHING?” Dawon shouts from the doorway of the living room.

Both yours and Zuho’s heads shoot up to find Dawon staring at the two of you, eyebrows knitted, trying to put on his best angry face.

“ZUHO, MOVE AWAY FROM Y/N BEFORE I BREAK THAT PRECIOUS LITTLE NOSE OF YOURS” he roars, as he playfully stomps over to you, grabbing your hand.

He yanks you up, (not hard enough to hurt you), and drags you out of the room with him, stopping twice to shoot Zuho his best “warning” look, (as shown in the gif above), causing an uproar of giggles from both you, and Zuho.

baek juho: He’s the type to immediately shut down; giving you the cold shoulder.

Zuho watched from afar as Youngbin showed you blooper cuts from their dance practice filming. He couldn’t help the glare on his face as he observed you and Youngbin, falling all over each other as your limbs grew weak due to extensive laughter. He slouched in his chair, sulking as he pulled out his phone to play with, trying to distract himself. Everytime he heard your cackle echo through the room, it sent waves of anger and annoyance rippling through him. Even when the two of you were finally alone, he was completely quiet, blatantly ignoring you, as you had done to him earlier. It wasn’t until you begged him to talk to you that he quietly whispered under his breath,

“Why don’t you go hang out with Youngbin?”

You felt a little guilty as you realized you had completely ignored your boyfriend all day to hang out with his best friend. You apologized and wrapped your arms around his torso, nuzzling your face into his chest. You felt him let out a sigh as his body relaxed due to your embrace, while he mumbled,

“I forgive you.”

kim seokwoo: Like Youngbin, he’s the type to take matters into his own hands.

Rowoon made his way into the practice room in hopes of finding you. He left you alone for two minutes, and when he came back, you were no where to be found. Just as he opened the door, your laughter erupted throughout the room, causing his heartbeat to increase and a smile to make it’s way onto his face. You were sprawled out on the floor, and Dawon was standing in front of you, doing some of his famous impersonations. Rowoon skipped over to you and opened his arms for a hug, only to be ignored by you, as Dawon put on yet another funny face. The smile was wiped clear off his face as you hardly even acknowledged his presence. Jealousy boiled inside of him as he watched your attention remain on Dawon.

“Yeah, well, I can do that, too!” he spoke up, coming out more whiney than he intended.

He desperately tried to mimic the facial expressions and funny voice Dawon had just done, but it was so bad it was laughable; and he knew it, too.

You let out a small giggle as you told him, “Keep your day job, babe,” focusing your attention back onto Dawon.

Not knowing what else to do, he bent down and scooped you up in his arms. He ignored the protests coming from both you and Dawon, and walked right out the door. You knew from the get go that he was jealous, but you wanted to see how far you could take it. Upon telling him that, he was a mixture of both embarrassed, and jokingly annoyed; playfully scolding you.

yoo taeyang: Can someone say petty?

Taeyang woke up from his nap dazed and confused. When he fell asleep, you were lying peacefully in his arms; but now, the spot beside him was empty. The sound of “Roar” playing softly through the stereo system caught his attention as he stood up from his bed. He peered his head into the kitchen, and let out a sigh of annoyance as he watched you and Rowoon laugh while wiping batter on each others faces. He rolled his eyes before walking into the kitchen; letting out a big yawn and scratching his head.

“Look who’s finally up,” you cheered upon seeing your boyfriend’s presence, “Rowoon and I got bored, so we decided to bake a cake.”

“It looks like most of it’s on your face…” he stated, while wrapping his arms around your waist, and resting his head on the back of your shoulder; shooting daggers towards Rowoon, who didn’t seem to notice.

You giggled at his remark and explained to him the reasoning behind the mess, but he didn’t hear any of it. He was too focused on glaring at his friend. The rest of the time you and Rowoon spent baking the cake, Taeyang was right there, joined at your hip… literally… There wasn’t a moment he didn’t have at least one of his hands on you. And from then on, he made a mental note never to leave you alone with Rowoon.

kim youngkyun: Similar to Rowoon, he’ll disrupt any kind of situation he doesn’t like.

Hwiyoung had invited you over to the dorm to hang out for a little after practice. He had gotten first dibs on showering, and told you to hang tight while he washed up. He got out of the shower, and was changing into some comfy clothes when he heard you laughing from the living room. He smiled to himself upon hearing your sweet sound ring throughout the house, and hurriedly finished getting dressed so he could go and see what was so funny. His expression quickly changed to one of annoyance as he watched you chuckle at Chani making his famous duck sounds.

“Teach me, teach me!” you begged him, as you clapped your hands together.

“Chani your turn to shower!” Hwiyoung shouted as he walked into the room, grabbing your hand.

“But Inseong just got in the shower…?” he questioned, furrowing his eyebrows at the older boy.

Hwiyoung pulled you up from the couch and guided you in the direction of his bedroom - away from Chani.

“Oh did he?” Hwiyoung shouted back at Chani, as he walked hand in hand with you, out of sight.

kang chanhee: Chani’s a lot like Taeyang when he’s jealous, in the sense that he gets very clingy, and slightly possessive.

You texted your boyfriend letting him know you were at the dorm; wondering where he was. He immediately replied, apologizing and telling you that his practice with Taeyang and Youngbin had run a little longer than expected, and that he’d be there as soon as he could. 30 minutes later, Chani walked through the front door, giddy at the thought of seeing you. He made his way into the den, but stopped dead in his tracks, immediately clenching his fists at the sight in front of him. You and Hwiyoung were sitting awfully close to one another as the two of you stared at the same piece of paper. Hwiyoung had his arm around your shoulder, and that alone made Chani’s insides boil with jealousy. He took a deep breath before strolling into the room.

“Hey, whatcha guys doin?” he asked in the calmest voice possible. Hwiyoung immediately retracted his arm at the sight on his younger bandmate, who he wasn’t aware was back already. Chani took a seat right beside you, kissing your cheek, and wrapping his arm around your waist protectively.

“Hey, babe! Hwiyoung asked me to help him with his English, so I figured I’d tutor him for a bit while I waited for you. We’re almost done with the lesson if you wanna go shower real fast? You’re kinda smelly,” you laughed, jokingly leaning away from him while scrunching your nose.

His hold on you tightened a little as you leaned against Hwiyoung, pulling you back towards him.

“Nah, it’s alright. I could use a little studying, as well. I’ll just stay here until you’re done,” he replied, giving you a little smile, and another peck on the cheek.

Once you turned away, he glared at Hwiyoung, mentally vowing to never leave you alone with him ever again.

[lesbiansirius]

mutual(s) pining

a work brought to you by bunfox productions, aka yours truly and @lesbianremus! you can also read it on ao3, right here. big thanks to the lovely @nachodiablo who looked it over for us!

this is a prompt fill for the weekly prompt at @introvert-club. this week it was “internet crush”. anyone is welcome to participate, and use the tag #wolfstar introvert prompt for us to see! enjoy :) 

Some days, scrolling Tumblr is pretty boring. A flower, a transparent backpack, a dejected joke about depression, a dead Soundcloud link, nothing to inspire. Sirius is hunched over their laptop, watching the screen with their chin resting on their hand. A long discourse post they can’t be arsed to read, gifs from a show they don’t watch, and then.

Inspiration strikes.

It strikes in the form of two selfies. The person in them is standing in a sunny garden, curls spilling out from under a snapback, and smiling with their eyes closed. You can see lilacs blooming in the background. The person has freckles and a t-shirt with a whale on it, featuring the text “I’m a little overWHALEmed”. Same, Sirius thinks.

They click follow without even looking at the blog.

Remus squints at the tiny, seemingly innocuous, line of text on her dashboard. It’s sandwiched between a masterpost of transfeminine resources Lily’s reblogged (tagged #dead useful tbh #remus i told u joining tumblr wld be worth it) and a post from one of Lily’s friends about how Glinda the Good Witch is trans agenda (shows up at the beginning of Act 2 with a new name).

padfoot has started following you

Who the fuck is padfoot?

Remus quickly opens a new chat, typing in Lily’s url. She had made Lily show her how to do this chat business first, after changing the aesthetically horrifying default blog layout.

do u kno a padfoot

Lily, eternally both awake and online, replies immediately.

wtf is a padfoot

oooh hang on actually i think i do

???

ya they’re one of my mutuals. mostly posts vids of them singing and reblogs pics of animals, iirc

why are they following me??? i don't want to be followed!!

remus chill ffs. it’s not like stalking. they just see ur posts

i dont even have any posts! well except those pics marlene took that u INSISTED i put up here

ur welcome. i bet they think ur hot ;) ;)

hilarious.

remus when will u accept ur cute n give the people what they want!! (more selfies)

im unfollowing u

my dash would be more appealing w just the staff blog posts

im ignoring ur paltry attempts at threats. also, i just went and looked and ya i had the right person. u should check out their vids

why

its polite 2 at least LOOK at someone's blog if they follow u!! honestly remus my 86 yr old grandma is more social media savvy than u

Remus chooses not to reply to that. She does click on padfoot’s blog, though. Not because Lily suggested it, just because she’s curious. What about some boring pictures of her in a garden screamed ‘good content’ to this stranger? Maybe they’re really fond of lilacs, or something.

“What the fuck?” Remus says, glaring at the still shots of the youtube videos embedded on the page in front of her. Whoever padfoot is, they’re apparently unfairly attractive. Remus clicks play on the first video, half-hoping they’re an appalling singer to make up for the ridiculously good looks.

Two hours later, Remus’ phone buzzes, jolting her out of her Tumblr coma and back into reality.

did u die? Lily wants to know. Remus calls her.

“Why would you assume I’m dead?”

“I’ve been knocking on your door for the past ten minutes, asshole.”

“Oh,” Remus looks guiltily down at the headphones she’d put on three videos in.

“Well come open the door,” Lily gripes. “We’re late.”

*

“Can we be late for a thing that we scheduled between the two of us?” Remus points out, as Lily tugs her down the stairs. “You barely even gave me time to put on proper clothes,” she complains.

“We said pub at five. It’s not my fault you weren’t ready.”

“Actually,” Remus says with a self-righteous sniff, “it was. You’re the one who told me to check out padfoot’s blog.”

Lily pauses, looking over at Remus.

“Yeah, three hours ago.”

“Two and a half,” Remus mutters.

“Wow,” Lily smirks. “I knew they’d be your type.”

“Shut up,” Remus grumbles. “We’re going to be late for Weekly Lion’s Den Bitch & Moan.”

“I thought it was impossible to be late for something we scheduled between the two of us,” Lily says mockingly.

Remus walks off without her, ignoring the sound of Lily’s cackles following her down the street.

*

Sirius straightens up from the computer and looks for James. He’s in downward dog position in the kitchen area, because of course.

“Hey,” they say, “quick question.”

“I’ve told you a million times not to interrupt me while my arse is reaching for the sky.” James sounds a little strained, but he still manages to get in a sigh.

Sirius groans. “This is important!”

“More important than my spiritual health?” But James walks slowly into a forward fold, and Sirius waits for him to get upright, one vertebrae at a time. They tap their fingers against their laptop.

James reaches his hands up towards the sun – or in this case, the orange plastic lamp in their kitchen – then finally gives Sirius attention.

“Okay, what’s the quick question?”

“How long should you be mutuals with someone before casually striking up a friendship?” It’s probably not causal to even ask that literally two minutes after the person follows you back, but whatever.

James rolls up his mat and chuckles. “You’re talking to me, literally the least casual person this side of the equator.”

Sirius frowns. They’re used to James always giving advice. Admittedly, sometimes it’s bad advice, but nonetheless.

“You mean I have to use my own judgment? Eh.”

“When I’m your manager you’ll never have to do that,” James jokes.

Sirius doesn’t reply; they’re actually checking out the pretty stranger’s blog now. The title is ‘why are they forcing me to have a title’ and the bio just says ‘she/her’. The pictures are the only thing on the blog. Well, that didn’t exactly help. Tumblr friendships are usually based on mutual interest. Maybe they could strike up a conversation about lilacs?

“Okay, well, thanks for nothing,” they tell James. “I have nothing to go on, my crops are dying, and I haven’t even posted a video in a week.”

“But your crop tops are fine.” James winks and slumps down next to Sirius, looking over their shoulder at the mysterious whale person. “Wow, pretty.”

“I know! The only good thing on Tumblr today. I need more!”

“You need chill,” James says firmly. “Wanna go to the pub?”

Sirius closes the laptop decisively. “Always.”

“Let me change, I’ll be ready in a few.” James gets up, giving Sirius an unnecessarily detailed view of his ass in yoga pants. “And you should put on one of those crop tops.”

“But remember the last time you went out in yoga pants.” Sirius grins. “Worked out well, didn’t it?”

James shakes his head. “Not tonight, honey, I’m tired.”

“It’s hard work being popular.” Sirius shrugs.

They do take James’ advice to change into a crop top, because even if James isn’t up to being hit on, Sirius could use the validation. And they look fucking awesome in a crop top and fishnets.

It’s just a few days after payday, and the time of day when people are off work, so they only barely manage to get the last free booth. Sirius sits down on the edge of the sofa, strategically placing one leg over the other so they’re visible to the people who pass by. It might not be a whale pun or lilacs, but Sirius’ legs rarely fail them.

James returns with an ale for Sirius and his own awful lager with cordial in it. The pink makes it look pretty, but that’s its only redeeming feature in Sirius’ opinion. James sighs happily when he takes the first sip, though.

“Did I tell you about that movie I found the other day? It’s like a comedy about vampires and werewolves, it’s amazing.”

Sirius listens to James try to explain it, and they then spend a considerable amount of time discussing various vampire questions. Do they get boners, and how? Can vampires be vegan? Are there vampires working night jobs that no one knows about?

Their stomach is hurting from laughing by the time Sirius gets up to get a second round. When they get back, James isn’t alone.

*

Remus pushes the door open to The Drunk Carnation, holding it politely for Lily, in spite of what a pain she’s being today. It is Lily’s turn to buy the drinks, which cheers Remus up slightly. At least if she’s going to be mocked she can do it over some semi-expensive alcohol.

Once they’re seated, Remus quickly changes the subject away from Tumblr.

“So how’s your acting class going?”

“Pretty well,” Lily says, sipping at her Seven and Seven. “That creep still won’t stop asking me out.”

“I thought you were going to ask the cute clumsy one to pretend to be your boyfriend?”

Lily shrugs.

“I still might. It’s sort of hilarious watching him work up the nerve to talk to me, though. I’m not sure if I want to put him out of his misery yet.”

“You’re a cruel woman, Lily Evans.”

“Anyway,” Lily says, shrugging off what she probably considers a compliment, “you aren’t getting off that easy. What did you think of padfoot?”

Remus groans, dropping her forehead onto the table and nearly tipping over her can of PBR.

“They’re fine,” she grumbles.

“Someone’s got a crush,” Lily sing-songs. “Hang on.” Her tone of voice changes slightly, and Remus looks up, following her line of sight. She recognizes when Lily’s ‘cute person’ radar is going off. “Weirdly,” Lily continues, looking back at Remus, “that’s him. They guy from acting class.”

“Oh,” Remus frowns. “The creepy one or the one you’ve set your cap for?”

Lily snorts.

“The latter, Jane Austen.” Remus smiles over the top of her beer, but doesn’t reply. Lily looks oddly hesitant for a moment, before her expression clears. “We’re going to go say hi,” she says firmly. Remus groans, but let’s Lily tug her to her feet. “Oh stop moaning,” Lily says.

“I thought this was a dedicated romance-free evening,” Remus says self-righteously.

“It’s just a hello.” Lily strikes a pose as soon as they’re alongside the table, cocking one hip and tilting her head flirtatiously. “James. Fancy seeing you here.”

The man at the table starts slightly, looking up from his phone. He widens his eyes and nearly drops the poor phone into his drink.

“Lily? Oh. Wow, hi. Hello.” Remus stifles a smile as James glances over at her. “Erm,” he says, getting awkwardly to his feet and holding out a hand. “I’m James.”

“Remus.”

“Nice to meet you,” James says politely, before his eyes drift inevitably back over to Lily. “Would you two like to sit?”

Lily looks over at Remus, raising an eyebrow. Remus sighs inwardly, resigning herself to a dull evening of playing third wheel. She knows Lily will go back to their table without protest if Remus asks her to, but she can also see that Lily is more interested in James than her conversation about him had let on.

“Sure,” Remus says, sliding into one side of the booth. She sits on the end, so Lily and James are forced to sit next to each other. Lily grins at her from across the table, and James looks to be a strange combination of thrilled and alarmed.

Remus is just trying to think of a way to excuse herself to give the two of them some time to talk, when someone else approaches the booth.

“I leave for two minutes and you’ve already replaced me,” the person says, heaving a dramatic sigh. Remus just barely manages not to jerk up her head, but she’s staring so intently at her beer that it’s possible she looks like some sort of deranged beer label design student.

Oh no, Remus thinks. I recognize that voice. James is babbling out some kind of protest and Remus’ stomach clenches up. Have we interrupted some kind of date?

Fortunately, Lily quickly takes charge.

“You’re too late. He’s mine now,” she says with a grin. James looks like he’s struggling not to combust on the spot, and Remus stifles a laugh. She’s grateful Lily’s given her a moment to get her equilibrium back. The stranger, padfoot, Remus’ brain helpfully supplies, slides into the booth next to Remus. She turns, friendly expression carefully propped up on her face, and smiles.

“Hello. I’m Remus. The extremely rude one across the way is Lily.”

“Cheers,” Lily says, sipping her drink.

“Sirius,” padfoot says with a grin, holding out a hand. Remus shakes it, trying not to look terribly star-struck.

I can be chill about this, she tells herself firmly. A tiny voice in the back of her mind is screaming that’s a GIANT lie, Lupin. Sirius is even cuter in person and they’re right there, nearly touching her and they smell really nice and it’s horribly distracting. She can’t even escape to the bar to get her head together because Sirius has just brought new drinks and Remus is now trapped against the wall.

“So,” she says a bit desperately, “how do you two know each other?”

Lily, who has apparently decided she’s fulfilled her helpfulness quotient for the year, just smirks at Remus over her drink and lets her flounder.

*

“How don’t we know each other?” Sirius waggles their eyebrows and grins. They then want to punch their own face.

James laughs nervously and glances at Lily. She is pretty, but he’s pathetic. Unlike Sirius, who’s the epitome of coolness right about now.

Remus looks a little pink. It’s adorable. “Oh, were you on a–”

“I beg you not to finish that sentence,” James cuts in. “Sirius is just being a dick. We know each other from school, way back.”

“Clearly this school thing is the way to meet people,” Remus says. Sirius laughs, possibly more than the joke warrants.

But Remus is wearing another t-shirt with whales, and is so beautiful, and Sirius feels like bursting into song. They’re lucky Remus and Lily didn’t turn up after a couple more beers.

“I like your shirt,” they say and nod towards Remus’ chest.

Remus looks down on her beer and giggles. “Whale whale whale,” she says, then looks up. “Get it?”

Lily groans on the other side of the table, but Sirius laughs again. They can’t seem to help it. This person is their kryptonite. “That’s funny. Do you have more of these?”

Remus tells them about the overWHALEmed t-shirt and Sirius pretends not to already know about it. James casts a smug glance at Sirius every now and then, but he looks too nervous himself to be gloating.

“What do you do for fun?” Remus asks, turned to Sirius, her leg almost touching their skin through the fishnets.

“I like singing,” Sirius says. “But it’s not too serious.”

“Ha–” Remus starts, and Sirius groans and buries their head in their arms. “Sorry,” Remus adds quickly. “I’m sure you get that a lot.”

“You have no idea.” Sirius lifts their head again and smiles. “Anyway. What do you like?”

Remus hesitates. “I write,” she says. “But nothing too– er, consequential.”

“Nice save.” Sirius braves nudging her arm with their elbow, and Remus looks at them and smiles.

Sirius doesn’t want to look away. Remus smiles like she’s holding back a much bigger smile, giving the impression that there’s just too much sunshine in her to contain. Sirius spills over.

“I followed you on Tumblr earlier today,” they blurt out. “I liked your selfies.”

Remus goes red. That was the last reaction Sirius had anticipated, but it’s not terrible. “I know,” she admits. “I don’t understand why, though.”

Because you’re beautiful. “They were very aesthetically pleasing pictures,” Sirius improvises. “I was so uninspired and then I saw them and it was good content, what can I say.”

Remus is shaking her head. “Not as good as your singing.”

“You checked out my blog?” At this point, the point where their arms are touching feels like burning, but it’d be weird to move now. Also, Sirius doesn’t want to.

“I don’t have more than ten followers, of course I get curious,” Remus says defensively. She’s not moving her arm, either.

“Really?!” Tumblr really is a hellsite. Remus, no more than ten followers? Atrocious.

“Yes?” Remus looks puzzled.

“You don’t want more?” Sirius is grappling with this concept.

“Not really.” Remus shrugs. “Anyway, I listened to a bunch of your songs, and I really liked them. You should be the one with more followers.”

“Thank you.” Sirius doesn’t know what else to say.

Lily clears her throat. “Excuse me for interrupting what I’m sure would have been an incredibly drawn out flirting process, but I’d like my best friend back, so if you could just exchange numbers now that’d be great.”

Sirius makes a surprised exhale, and Remus moves her arm back at lightning speed. “I will murder you,” she says calmly.

Lily just smiles at her. “Sure, but let’s get drinks first.”

“I’m sorry,” Remus mutters. “May I get out?”

Sirius gets up and gives way, watching with amusement at how James tries not to die when Lily passes him in closer proximity than he could possibly have hoped to have her. They say goodbye, and Lily and Remus start walking away before Sirius finds their bearings.

“Wait!” They take a few long steps to catch up. “Actually, Remus, I’d like that number, if you want to give it to me.”

Remus raises her eyebrows and her mouth opens slightly. How she’s making “flummoxed” look hot, Sirius has no idea.

“Sure, yeah.”

Lily looks extremely smug as they exchange numbers. Sirius is not looking forward to the look on James’ face when they get back to him.

Remus gives them one last barely-contained smile before her and Lily leave, for real this time.

Sirius looks at their phone and starts laughing. Remus saved her number as ‘whale endowed’.

Yes, Sirius has definitely been struck by inspiration.