#like??? would people prefer she just say 'oh not it's FINE' and then ice him out? because that's manipulative

[lovecolibri]

Ahhhhh, Zac rolling that nat 20 for Gorgug to get the phone working and his call with Zelda and their first I love yous is SO sweet, it makes me melt every time! 😭😭😭 They are both SO awkward but trying SO hard to communicate about their feelings because it's important. I NEED Junior Year to explain what is going on with them RIGHT NOW because their relationship is so important to me 😭

[lovelytsunoda]

the scaredy cat support group | logan sargeant

summary: much to her dismay, y/n's friends have dragged her to see the scariest film of the season. luckily for her, the blond sitting next to her in a darkened cinema seems to be just as petrified as she is

pairing: logan sargeant x female! reader

warnings: scary movies & scaredy cats, implications of fear and gore, logan being a sweetie.

"this is such a bad idea."

the theater was packed, groups of people passing by them to get into the auditorium, eager to see the latest blood-soaked halloween killfest on screens. y/n, however, just couldn't get her feet to move. her friends stood just in front of her, worried looks on their faces as they looked back at her.

y/n loved halloween, make no mistake. it was her favourite holiday by leaps and bounds. she loved micheal meyers and ghostface and even freddy krueger.

but she absolutely hated being scared. she was a sensitive soul, and that was why she preferred older horror movies that were limited on the level of blood and guts.

"are you sure you don't want to sit this one out? we told you you didn't have to come." her friend said gently.

"no, no. i came here to spend time with you guys because i love you. and no scary movie is going to keep me from doing that."

she was reassured by the group of college guys that came in after her, with an athletic looking blond hanging back to stare at the film poster with a similar queasy look to the one that she was sporting.

"alright, let's get this over with. but if i barf up my popcorn, it's on you guys!"

they filed into the dark theatre, previews already beginning to play out on the big screen in front of them. their group of five took up most of the row, which, being in a small cinema, only held ten seats.

she sat in the middle, next to gloriously empty seat as she tried to steel herself for what was to come, with reminders to herself that it was all made from special effects, and she could walk out of that theater and into the real world whenever she wanted.

"is this seat taken?"

she look up and towards the soft speaker, who was using his phone flashlight to try and find his ticketed seat. it was the same blonde who had stopped to stare at the poster outside, and he looked a little pale in the face as he sat down next to her.

"not a fan of being scared?" she whispered, offering him some popcorn. "me neither."

"oh good. that means i'm not going to be the only one shaking like a baby." he laughed. "god, i would much rather have gone to see fucking joker or something."

"i wasn't given an option. they just told me that this is what was happening and i was invited if i wanted to. i'm y/n."

"logan."

"will you two be quiet?" the man behind them hissed. "some of us are trying to watch a movie.

logan shrugged, typing something on his phone before showing her the screen.

a movie that hasn't even started yet? i didn't realize that the advertisement for jackass was so interesting

"and turn your damn brightness down!"

y/n stifled a laugh as she watched logan pretend to give the guy the middle finger before slipping his phone into the pocket of his hoodie. the lights in the theater dimmed even further, the feature presentation beginning to unfold on screen.

to her credit, she lasted about half an hour before she jumped, knocking over her bag of popcorn and spilling some slippery buttery kernels into Logan’s lap. she was mortified, but the massage logan typed out on his phone reassured her that everything was fine.

it’s all good, squeeze my hand if u get 2 scared

no points for grammar, but five for being a sweetie.

naturally, it was logan who reached for her hand first, during a particularly gory on screen kill that had y/n squeezing her eyes shut and physically turning away from the screen while logan clutched her cold hand in his.

despite herself, she found Logan’s touch to be comforting. what did that say about her that a little scary movie had her seeking out comfort from strangers? (don’t tell her mother that or she would start singing the jamie walters song and everyone would be miserable) for a minute, she almost forgot that she’d come with a group of friends and was only reminded of that fact when one of them messaged her.

getting cozy over there? see, horror flicks are a great place to pick up guys! just make sure his favourite isn’t american psycho.

she giggled, looking over at her friend, who flashed her a thumbs up before turning back to the screen. that scene had long since passed, but logan continued to hold her hand, and she could feel his muscles tense as a scare drew nearer and nearer on the big screen.

she squeezed his hand reassuringly, only to be clutching it in terror moments later, one hand clapped over her mouth to stifle a scream. Logan reached over her body, almost as if he was gallantly and protectively trying to shield her body with his own.

she was going to fall in love with him at this rate if she wasn’t careful.

the movie finished, winding down in a way that much much calmer, if not eerie compared to what they had seen throughout the course of the film. she was relieved to see the end credits roll, although displeased at the idea of leaving logan behind.

she followed her friends out of the cinema, dropping her empty popcorn container in the trash as she went.

"y/n!" a voice called after her.

she paused, turning around to see logan standing just near the door. she glanced back at her friends, smiling when she saw their excited faces, gesturing wildly towards logan.

she walked up to the blonde, hands tucked nervously in the pockets of her flannel coat.

"hey," she started, rocking back and forth on her heels

"hey." logan grinned, scratching at the beck of his neck. "so, i think you're really cute." just out of her range of vision, she could see logan's friends standing behind him, sticking their thumbs up and whistling in encouragement. "and i was wondering if you wanted to go and get a coffee with me?"

she beamed, looking back to her friends for approval, one last time.

"i would love to. after all, you were my protector in there."

logan smiled. "is now okay with you? there's a little place in the plaza just across the way."

"sounds perfect."

[sooniebby]

ఌ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄

꧁ 𝙆𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Word count › 2.5k

Rating › SFT

Warnings › none

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(Name) was a very outgoing person. Everyone had at least hugged him once—since he was a very touchy person. But he never went overboard.

Most of his classmates always had a good experience with him. It was a shame that his family had to move but (Name) never saw the bad in leaving—he could always make new friends.

Maybe a boyfriend too. He really wanted a boyfriend.

(Name) wasn’t exactly a sports guy. He preferred cooking. His hobbies were more traditionally feminine but he never saw it that way. What he liked is what he liked.

Besides, cooking was a great way to break the ice to new people.

(Name) placed a bag of cookies on each of his classmates desk, stating his name to each person. His classmates either looked surprised or happy. Who could turn down cookies?

When (Name) reached a student with his eyes glued to a PlayStation Portable, (Name) grinned. He wasn’t a gamer but his little sister was. Oh, she’d just love this random guy.

“My sister loves games!”

The guy looked up at him before giving him a curt nod. He looked a bit awkward—he didn’t say anything else before looking back at his console. (Name) took that as him being shy.

“What’s this console called? She doesn’t have it, I might have to get it for her!” (Name) grinned. He knew what it was called.

“Uh, it’s a PlayStation Portable…”

“Cool. I’m Hirai (Name).”

“Kenma Kozume.”

It was silent after that. (Name) hummed, knowing he’d have to try a little harder at getting Kenma to open up. He smiled and placed the bag of cookies on his desk before walking away.

He’d continue trying.

ꕤ

“Kenma!!! What games do you like to play?”

“Kenma!! When did you start playing volleyball?”

“Kenma?! Why haven’t you eaten lunch yet?! Are you trying to die?!”

“Kenma!! I made cookies for you and Kuroo!! Oh, maybe I should make more for the whole team!”

“Kenma—”

Kenma wanted to kill himself. He wasn’t sure how he got (Name) follow him around like a puppy looking for it’s mommy. At first, it was fine. (Name) just wanted to get to know a classmate.

But then it lasted more than two weeks. It’s almost been three months. (Name) was still talking to him. Even his usual self that put off other people was just making (Name) get closer.

(Name)’s voice was now stuck in is head. He was sure just hearing his name could give him a heart attack. It didn’t help that his teammates, especially Kuroo, kept laughing whenever (Name) came to visit him during practice.

“He probably likes you,” Kuroo said.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, why’s that so surprising. No one would do what he does for just a friend.” Lev said, earning a glare from Kenma. When was he invited into the conversation?

Kenma shrugged it off but he did wonder. Did (Name) like him? The first few weeks it seemed like (Name) was stuck on trying to be his friend.

But he did notice how (Name) looked more embarrassed each time he gave him snacks. Like he was scared Kenma would say his cooking was bad or something. Not that he ever would, (Name) was pretty good at cooking.

He might as well just ask.

“Kenma!!!”

“Your boyfriend is here.”

Kenma glared at Kuroo before walking out of the gym to see (Name) holding a box. He waved at him and took the box from (Name), lifting up the covering to see what was inside.

“I know cookies can get pretty boring so I baked an apple pie! Kuroo…” (Name) blushed. “Kuroo said it’s your favorite.”

Oh. Kenma stared at (Name) in shock. He didn’t know what to do. (Name) was really annoying to him in some way but he didn’t hate him. He seemed like a good guy, just didn’t know when to leave certain people alone.

But he didn’t like him. Not like that.

Kenma hummed. “Thank you. I’ll share it with Kuroo.”

(Name)’s smile dropped before he forced a small grin. “Hope you enjoy it.”

With that, he left. Kenma didn’t know why he felt bad. He didn’t like (Name). Did he? Kenma shook his head before turning to go back inside only to see Kuroo looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“The hell was that?”

“Nothing.”

“You should just tell him if you don’t like him. So he can find someone else who does.” Kuroo said, grabbing the box from Kenma and walking back into the gym.

Kenma hated how his heart stung at that. He didn’t want (Name) to focus on anyone else. A sigh left his lips, he hated how confusing his feelings was. At the very least, he didn’t want (Name) to give some other guy the gifts he was giving him.

Was that a romantic feeling?

ꕤ

“Kenma!!”

(Name) had some rough patches with figuring out if he wanted to just be Kenna’s friend or not. He thought, maybe if they went out together without Kuroo, he could figure things out. He found Kenma walking down the hallway during lunch, his head down as he paid attention his console.

A grin appeared on (Name) lips as he skipped over to him, reaching over to give him a high five. But he miscalculated how close he had gotten to Kenma that he knocked the console out of Kenna’s hand.

(Name) tried to grab it before it fell to the ground but that seemed to only make it worse as it instead fell on it’s face than the back. A sickening crack was heard as it slammed onto the ground. It was broken.

No way in hell it could’ve survived that.

“I’m sorry! It was an accident! I would’ve never done that on purpose!” (Name) kneeled down to get a clean look of the damage. He looked up to see what Kenma would say since he hasn’t said anything.

But the look Kenma gave him frightened him. He looked so angry.

“This is all you do, huh?”

“What do you mean…?”

“Ever since you got here, I haven’t been myself. Because I can’t be by myself. You’re always there like a annoying little baby.”

“Kenma….”

“That! It’s always ‘Kenma, Kenma, Kenma’! Hirai, I was trying to be nice and not say anything but if you hadn’t transferred here, none of this would’ve happened!”

“Kenma!”

(Name) just stared up at Kenma with shock. He heard Kuroo say something to Kenma but he wasn’t hearing it. His heart hurt. Was he that annoying? All he could think about was his last friendships.

Did they also hate him but was too scared to say anything?

(Name) whimpered, tears streaming down his face. He could feel the other students staring. It’s but if a big deal with one of the quietest guys in schools gets angry. And he did that.

He brought out something cruel in Kenma.

Maybe he should’ve left him alone.

“Hirai…” he felt a hand on his shoulder, it was Kuroo’s. (Name) glanced up to see Kenma but he was gone. He felt his lips quiver as he turned to look at Kuroo. Kuroo looked a bit embarrassed to say the least.

But mainly as if he didn’t expect that from Kenma. No one was. But (Name) brought that out. He needed to fix his console and then leave him alone. It was the least he could do if he had caused so much inner turmoil for Kenma.

(Name) wiped away his tears and grabbed the console, wincing when his finger traced across the screen. It was shattered. Could he really fix this?

Kuroo tried to grab the console from him but (Name) pulled away, holding it to his chest.

“No. I’ll fix it. It’s my fault.”

“Hirai, it’s not your fault.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Kuroo.” With that, (Name) stood up and walked away, hoping no one else could see his tears.

ꕤ

“The hell was that? That wasn’t you, Kenma.”

Kuroo didn’t know what the hell was happening between Kenma and (Name). He was hardly a friend to (Name) but he liked the kid. But to see Kenma just yelling at (Name)—it was hardly yelling but it was a higher volume that Kenma had ever spoken—it made him concerned.

“Was he bothering you that much? I could’ve talked to him.”

Kenma just stared at his wall in his bedroom, sitting down on his bed. He himself wasn’t sure why he got so angry. It had a little bit to due with his losing an online gaming tournament but he wasn’t that angry about it. He couldn’t just put the blame on that.

He didn’t want it to be true but he knew it had to do with what Kuroo had said. Something about (Name) liking someone else. Yesterday, he was going to the cooking club, wanting to give (Name) a gift.

Maybe even ask to hang out but then he saw (Name) with a guy. And that guy was so close to him. He touched (Name) so freely without any care. Pulled him close by touching his waist. (Name)’s waist was so small in his hands.

Yeah, he got angry.

He was too late.

But he stupidly took it out on him. Was feelings supposed to be this complicated? He would’ve been more calm had (Name) not broken his console. It just all slipped out.

“My console…”

“Your console? Seriously?”

Kenma looked over at Kuroo. He had forgot he was even there. “No. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Are you going to at least apologize?”

Kenma simply hummed. He didn’t think he had the right to even speak to (Name). It would be best if they didn’t speak to each other again. He was obviously not ready for anything serious if he acted so childish.

But it hurt. He really wanted to try and have something with (Name). And he ruined that chance.

ꕤ

It had been almost a month, winter break was tomorrow. Kenma avoided (Name) like the plague. Whenever (Name) even tried to talk about what happened, maybe try to put everything behind them, Kenma ran away.

He tried to talk to Kuroo but Kuroo simply said it wasn’t his problem. His volleyball teammates said the same. Lev was a bit more sympathetic and tried to give (Name) some ideas but ultimately said if Kenma didn’t want to talk, he couldn’t force it.

(Name) hated it. If they couldn’t be romantically together, he at least wanted to fix their friendship. It was a bit odd to his other classmates—who thought (Name) would’ve hated Kenma.

But he didn’t. He still wanted Kenma.

He wanted an apology first, don’t get him wrong but he knew Kenma didn’t mean everything he said. Kenma wasn’t that type of person. (Name) was just worried something had to have happened to Kenma that week for him to act so uncharacteristically.

Was it family trouble? Gaming? Did he not have the funds to fix the console when they both heard how it cracked.

It was damaged badly from the fall. (Name) had to visit multiple game stores to find one that had enough confidence to fix it. It was in his bag since last week. He tried multiple times to return it but only got ignored.

“Hirai, what are you doing for winter break?” A classmate, (Name)’s cooking club member, asked him as they began to pack up for the end of the day.

“Nothing really. My aunt is coming over to visit.”

His classmate smirked, “you should come over to my house.” He reached over and tugged at (Name)’s scarf. (Name) simply laughed. His classmate was a touchy person like him but he had a girlfriend.

But to Kenma, he didn’t know that. Which was why he pulled (Name) away from the guy and stormed away, tugging (Name) with him. (Name) followed him but tried to ask what was wrong.

“Kenma! What’s wrong? What happened?!”

“Kenma!! You can’t—!”

(Name) huffed when he suddenly slammed into Kenma’s back. He waited for Kenma to say something. Especially for so rudely taking him away from a conversation.

“Are you dating him?”

“Eh?” But he got no response from Kenma.

(Name) frowned. “Nikimura has a girlfriend… why do you—?” A blush appeared on his face. No way. No way, no way! Was he jealous? He waited for Kenma to say anything but only received a soft sorry before he quickly walked away.

“Kenma!! You can’t just run away!” (Name) yelled at him but that didn’t stop him. He pouted to himself. Just when he thought Kenma was maybe about to apologize and confess his love to him, he cowardly ran away.

“Hirai.”

“Oh, Kuroo!” (Name) watched as Kuroo walked over to him, wondering he saw the whole thing. He hoped not.

“I can take you to his house.”

“Really?!”

“Yea. Your couples quarrel is getting annoying at this point.” Kuroo grinned. “Also, Kenma won’t say what he’s feeling since he thinks you hate him.”

“Let’s go, quickly!” (Name) grabbed Kuroo’s hand and pulled him along.

He was excited. Very excited, he couldn’t hold in his smiles as Kuroo led him to Kenma’s house. He hoped Kenma would take the console back. And maybe, he could get that date he wanted.

Once they reached the house, Kuroo motioned for him to hide to the side. It took only two knocks before Kenma opened the door, a frown on his lips. He looked as if he was crying but (Name) couldn’t really tell. Kenma’s eyes always looked a bit sad.

“Christmas present.” Kuroo smirked.

“What? It’s not even…” Kenma’s voice trailed off as he caught a glimpse of (Name). He looked panicked for a moment, wanting to run back to his room but stopped when he saw the console in (Name)’s hand.

“Here,” (Name) walked over and placed the console in his hand. “I paid to have it fixed.”

“Thank you….” Kenma frowned. “Hirai, I’m sorry. I took my anger out in you. That was wrong of me.”

“It was wrong. But I forgive you. But why did you react that way?”

Kenma blushed. “Oh…. I was, uhm, jealous.. I saw you with another guy. I’m sorry, this is embarrassing.” He pulled the console up to cover his face.

(Name) giggled, reaching to push it down. “You should’ve just asked me. I only like you.”

It was silent as Kenma just stared at him. As if he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming. He thought to himself that he didn’t deserve it. That he should’ve had to apologise more. Maybe pay (Name) some cash for fixing his console.

Kuroo coughed. “I don’t have all day.”

“Why are you still here?” Kenma cursed.

“I wanna see how this plays out.”

Kenma wanted to tell him that this wasn’t some kdrama but decided against it. Kuroo was the one to bring (Name) here. He’d allow it just this once.

“I think I like you too…”

“You think?”

“Kuroo!” (Name) grunted.

“Sorry.”

“Then, wanna go on a date tomorrow? I’m free,” (Name) smiled.

“Yeah… yeah, we can.”

(Name) and Kenma smiled at each other. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off their shoulders. They’d have some things to discuss for a future relationship but for right now, it felt as if things would be alright for the future.

“Are you guys going to kiss now?”

“Kuroo!!!”

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Showing off my angst chops. I rarely get any requests dealing with sft so I had to do my best

Tag list: @the-ultimate-librarian @chill-guy-but-cooler @kiiyoooo @bokutosproperty @mello-life69

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Requested by: @creamatedbody

(hope you like it)

[holidaywishes]

lilacs and ice cream

Requested: 👍

Summary/Request: Idk if your taking requests but, If you could (if your doing it) write something about Bo Bichette again please, preferably with a gn or fem reader. I’ve read everything that I can read about him that also applies with me.

Author's Note: Alright, @goodiesinthecloset21, I'm gonna do my best with this one. I want to add that I know absolutely nothing about baseball so any terminology is the work of a quick Google search or something I've heard in a movie. Anyway, I know that you sent your request like a million years ago so I hope after all this time, it gives you a bit of what you're looking for. I decided to do something softer this time, more fluff, since the last one was smut but let me know if that's not the way you wanted it to go and I can give it another shot. Thanks babe! Love ya, stay golden!

P.S. some of this is kinda giving “strained family relationship” which was unintentional, so I’m sorry about that. Hopefully, that doesn’t take away from the story.

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xx

Summer in Toronto was beautiful. You loved the way the flowers bloomed, the bright purples popping against the bright green grass; even on the smoggiest days. There was only ever one thing missing - someone to share it with. That is, until Bo came into your life. You had gone to the baseball game with your family begrudgingly, but the seats were good and you knew it was something that your dad had wanted for a long time

“I just want to be in that stadium,” he’d say at least twice a month for most of your life, “just once. To see a game and watch the Jays win”

It was nice to see him, and the rest of your family, so happy. You watched the game, intermittently laughing at your dad as he tried to start a wave that barely made it past your section, or when he spilled his popcorn after jumping up in excitement. You really started to get into it around the 3rd inning, the crowd was getting loud and rowdy and it started to rub off on you. By the time the game ended, you were beaming with excitement, so much so that you weren’t watching where you were going and you somehow walked right into a crowd of people.

“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry!” you laughed, “I guess that’ll teach me to watch where I’m going next time”

“That’s alright,” one voice said, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine. A bit embarrassed maybe,” you added before finally looking up to see who you’d bumped into. Speechless when you saw Bo Bichette smiling back at you, “but you know…” you continued, trying not to blush as you stared, “fine”

“Glad to hear it,” he said cheerfully before his teammates called him to the bus that was waiting for them, “don’t go running into anybody else now.” You watched for a second while he hopped on the bus, feeling a small tug on your arm from your mom pulling you towards your family

“(Y/N), come on, what are you doing?” she laughed

“Yeah, yeah,” you answered distractedly, “I’m coming.” Your mind wandered to that encounter all through your family meal and you weren’t sure you could ever forget it - or that you wanted to.

xx

It had been nearly a week since you bumped into Bo Bichette at the Jays game. Honestly, it kept you going during your boring serving shifts at the pub you worked at.

“I mean it was a fun story,” your co-worker, Brit, smirked as she leaned against the wall where you were cleaning a table, “but don’t you think you should be over it by now? I mean.. it was a chance encounter,” she teased, “we don’t live in a rom-com”

“I’m sorry,” you laughed in return, “but it’s one of the more exciting things that have happened in my life. And.. yeah, maybe I’ve been single for a little longer than I would like.” Brit gave you an almost pitiful look before the door was burst open by a loud crowd of men, laughing amongst themselves before stopping at the host stand to ask for a table; you could only watch for a moment as they were directed to your section before you were pulled away to run food. When you finally got to the table of boastful boys, you noticed who exactly they were

“Well, hello again,” Bo smiled as he greeted you, “I was hoping I'd see you again. Maybe get a name this time?”

“H-h-hi,” you stammered, as you looked at him until you realized you should probably be professional, “hi, I'm (Y/N),” you course-corrected, “I'll be your server today. How is everyone doing today?” It was an awkward segue but you didn't know what to do

“Hi, (Y/N), I'm Bo. Nice to meet you,” he said, introducing himself in return and it calmed you down enough for you to... not look like a complete moron when doing your job, “officially.” You felt a blush creep across your face as you continued to take everyone’s orders. When you finally left the table, you exhaled sharply while your co-workers giggled

“I can’t believe this,” you whispered to yourself, “this is insane”

“It’s gonna be fine,” your friend said with a smile, “think of it this way: you’re finally continuing your rom-com”

“Come on, Brit,” you replied, hanging your head, “this isn’t funny. I’m too flustered to give them… to be a good server”

“You’ll be great!” she continued, “just be your bubbly self. They’re just people, don’t think of them otherwise”

“Yeah, just people,” you repeated, “incredibly well-known, well-recognizable, wealthy people”

“You know you also have other tables…” one of your other co-workers, who had been listening to the entire conversation, interjected, forcing you to snap out of your pity party

“SHIT!” you said quietly, rushing out to check on your tables, refilling water glasses and clearing plates where needed, all the while keeping an eye on the players of the Toronto Blue Jays. At some point in the night, the host came to grab you

“(Y/N), they’re asking for you,” the host said, “I don’t think they’re upset but they don’t want to talk to anyone else. Not even the managers”

“How long ago did they ask?” you asked

“Like less than a minute” she answered

“And they’re not upset?”

“No.. I mean I don’t think so but maybe they’re pretending? Being ‘polite mad’?” You chuckled a bit before thanking her and heading back to them, greeting them happily, making sure everything was alright

“We just wanted to ask you a question” Bo smiled

“Bo wanted to ask you a question,” one of the others clarified, and your interest was suddenly peaked

“Ah, okay,” you returned, placing your hand on the back of Bo’s chair, “what’s the question?”

“What are you doing after your shift?” he asked

“It’ll be late,” you admitted with a chuckle, “so I’ll probably be going to bed”

“What time are you off?”

“I’m on a split tonight, so I’m here until at least 10pm” you replied

“Do you work tomorrow?” Bo continued, earning a shy smile from you

“Tomorrow’s my day off. I hardly ever work Sundays”

“Are you free around.. noon?”

“Sure,” you said, “for what?”

“There’s this path I love hiking, how do you feel about that?” you said that would be great, both of you smiling at each other, almost completely ignoring everyone at the table. It took you until you got into the kitchen that you realized you had just been asked out on a date - ‘I guess it has been a while’ you thought - and now you didn’t know how to act. Bo was the one who confirmed the date, leaving you with a blush that covered your whole face; you were sure it looked like you were having an allergic reaction but you hoped he wasn't embarrassed of you...

“I'll see you tomorrow” you managed to get out after what felt like an eternity

“Tomorrow,” he said with a smile, walking backward as he left the pub, keeping his eyes locked on you until one of his teammates turned him around so he didn't hurt himself by running into the door.

xx

You woke up the next morning and practically hopped out of bed, immediately texting Brit

“Did I dream Bo Bichette asking me out on a date?” you asked

“No,” she replied plainly, after about 10 minutes

“I'm going hiking with a professional athlete today?”

“Yes”

“WHAT DO I DO?!”

“First of all,” she started a string of texts, “it's 8 in the morning, calm down.” You chuckled at her text, knowing that she had probably bitterly rolled out of bed after hearing the chime of her phone, “second, what do you mean what do you do? You go on a date with Professional Baseball Player, Bo Bichette”

“Okay.. sure," you typed, “but what do I wear?”

“You're going on a hike. Don't wear jeans”

“Thank you for that”

“Always here to help”

“I should start getting ready...”

“Again, it's 8AM” she repeated

“And the date is at noon...”

“Yeah”

“You don't need four hours to get ready”

“I need to shower”

“20 minutes”

“I have to find an outfit”

“5 minutes, 10 max”

“I have to do my hair and make myself look presentable”

“We'll say 30 minutes to be safe”

“I have to eat something...” You were grasping now but what could you do, you were nervous

“Maybe he's planning on taking you somewhere after the hike?” she countered, "I don't think eating before a hike is recommended”

“BRIT!” you text-shouted, "I'm freaking out. I don't want to be freaking out but I am. I don't want to make a fool of myself. Or him...”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you could practically hear her sigh through the screen, "you're not going to make a fool of yourself or him. No one's gonna be made a fool today. But you don't need to worry so much. Wear a pair of shorts, the ones you really like, bring a bandana or something - to get your hair off your neck a bit but also to get rid of any sweat you don't want him to see - and make sure you wear sneakers. Don't wear boots or flip-flops. And sunscreen. Always wear sunscreen!” You thanked her quickly, jokingly saying that you were glad she was finally getting on board, and placed your phone back on its charger before hopping in the shower.

“Maybe Brit was wrong. Maybe this really was a mistake…” you grumbled to yourself as you fixed your outfit in the mirror, nearly jumping out of your skin when the doorbell rang. You tried to be as calm as you could, letting out a deep exhale before answering the door

“Hey!” Bo said with a wide smile

“Hi,” you said simply, any doubt you had was now replaced with butterflies in your stomach - being nervous was so basic but you couldn’t help it.

“I.. you ready?” He stammered. It made you feel better that he seemed a little out of his element as well

“Let me just grab a water bottle” you smiled, leaving the door open as you ran to the kitchen; a way of saying ‘you can come in, judge my apartment a little if you want,’ but you were maybe just a little too quick.

“Let’s get going then,” he remarked happily and the two of you were on your way. You weren’t sure what to expect with this hike but Bo using the word path led you to believe it wouldn’t be that bad - which would be ideal since the last time you properly went hiking would be at least 5 years ago. However, it turns out, you forgot to take into account that Bo Bichette was, in fact, Bo Bichette: Professional MLBer. In the middle of the hike, you leaned against a tree, claiming you needed the shade

“I forgot to put on sunscreen and I don't want to burn,” you falsely claimed, catching your breath as Bo leaned against the tree with you

“Sure,” he smirked, bringing out his water bottle to take a sip, “I mean I don't burn as easily but we can stay in the shade.” Once you had finally evened out your breathing, you took a sip of water and looked out at the path that you were about to continue walking

“It's beautiful out here,” you smiled, leading both of you back onto the path at a slower pace now, “I can tell why you like it so much”

“I almost brought you flowers, lilacs,” he gestured to the flowers on the path, “but I knew the path and I knew there would be lilacs here, so I decided against it”

“Aww,” you said, pouting slightly to hopefully show how cute you thought it was, “that's really sweet. I would've appreciated it either way but I'm glad I got to see this first”

“I chose right then?” he asked eagerly

“Yes,"”you smiled, “you chose right.” Bo kept your pace for the rest of the walk but you could tell it was not what he was used to and you felt a little silly not telling him you hadn't been hiking in so long. “I'm sorry that this wasn't a very.. exciting hike,” you laughed uncomfortably, “I haven't been on a trail of any kind in about 5 years. I used to do a lot more physical activity and then I guess I just kinda... stopped”

“That's okay,” he smiled in return as the trail came to an end, “it was nice to see it at this pace. Yes, I do typically go a bit faster,” he laughed to himself, “but I don't always take in the beauty of the actual walk. So, I guess I should thank you”

“You're very welcome,” you returned jokingly and he bowed to add to the humour. The two of you finally got to the car and you hesitated as to what was going to happen next

“Everything okay?” he asked, noticing your reluctance to open the door

“I just... had a really good time,” you admitted, “I'm wondering, I guess, what's next?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are we going somewhere else or should we end it here?” you said, “I mean, sorry,” you continued awkwardly, “I don't want to be presumptuous. I'm just flushed”

“What would you like to do?” he smirked

“Whatever you had planned” you admitted

“Then, I think we should go get some ice cream,” he offered, “I know a great place nearby.” You happily agreed before hopping into the passenger seat of the car. You felt butterflies the entire car ride to the ice cream shop and tried not to stare at him too often but would occasionally catch him looking back at you.

“Is Rocky Road your usual choice?” you asked, as you scooped a bit of your favourite into a spoon and bringing it to your mouth

“No,” he admitted, “I’ve never actually had it. I just wanted to try it”

“And…?” you giggled, “what do you think?”

“It’s okay,” he laughed, “I’ve had better but I’ve also had worse.” You smiled at his words and continued eating your own ice cream, taking in the pastel colours of the parlour at the same time, when you heard Bo giggle slightly; your attention immediately drawn back to him

“What?” you blushed

“You just have…” he began, gesturing to his mouth and it took you a minute to understand that you must have ice cream around your mouth.

“Oh,” you said in surprise, tinged with embarrassment, but his finger soon grazed your lip, wiping away the small mess there. “Thank you,” you whispered in this unbelievable rom-com moment, his finger lingering slightly before he cleared his throat and removed it

“My pleasure” he grinned. You wondered if there might be a kiss but let him take the lead - you didn’t want to set expectations. As he drove you home, you couldn’t help think how sweet this all was - the walk, the lilacs, the ice cream, the moment - but the one thought that kept sticking in your mind was: I really hope there's a second date. He walked you to the door to your apartment building, stopping short of entering the lobby, “I had a really nice time”

“I did too,” you returned, “thank you for… everything. It’s been one of the best dates I’ve had in the city”

“I’m glad,” he smiled, reminding you of your first meeting, “maybe we can do it again?” You felt giddiness take over you and you rushed to agree, hoping that did not throw him off. “Perfect,” he finally said after what felt like a long pause, “then I think the lake is open. It’s another physical activity, I know, but paddle boats are always fun. What do you say?” The smile that spread across your face felt like it might consume you and all you could do was nod your head in agreement, “I will pick you up tomorrow then, same time?”

“I’ll bring the sunscreen,” you joked, “I wouldn’t want to burn.” He smiled at you lightly before placing a small kiss to your cheek, a feeling you’d think about until the very moment he picked you up for each and every date.

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HERE I COME WITH ANOTHER REQUEST CUCARACHIN

This happened because something similar happened to me, well it's about Shuichi coming to his partner's house (I prefer the reader to be amab although I don't care if it was gn) the thing is that it is the first time he meets his brother / the sister minor from the reader!

So while the reader is there everything is fine but then he leaves Shuichi with his brother/sister and it happens that she/he no longer behaves like an "angel", she/he literally looks at Shuichi badly, she/he questions him about what intentions he has with his brother. eldest (the reader) and all that about children who are suspicious of their older brother/sister's partner 😈

I imagine that he/she says to Shuichi: "Ah, are you his boyfriend?.." and talks to Shuichi like he's an annoying fly "I imagined.....someone different." and with a tone of voice of clear disappointment and contempt towards Shuichi, I think he would be a little sad that your boyfriend's brother/sister shows so much distrust towards him.

So when the reader comes over (went out to buy some ice cream) his/her younger brother/sister acts like before, like an "angel" so the reader does not suspect for the moment

I imagine that Shuichi then tells him what happened to his sister/brother and in the end the reader only comforts him with some kisses and hugs and laughing softly, because his younger sister/brother is only 7 years old.

-🦕

—— shuichi meeting your younger sibling .

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : shuichi's heard a lot of good things about your “ sweet little sibling , ” but his first encounter with them is quite different than what he was expecting.

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff

— 𝐜𝐰 : none

— 𝐚/𝐧 : yes this is gn! reader ,, coming from an only child perspective , i had to think about how other people’s little siblings are like lmao

you and shuichi have hung out plenty of times at his house , but never at yours. so he’d proposed the idea one day , and there you both were.

you told him that your younger sibling would be there , and he reassured that he didn’t mind. after all , the most you two would do would be kissing and cuddling , nothing beyond that …

you threw on a movie to watch , since movies are great and all and it’d be perfect for you and shuichi to just be close together.

your younger sibling joined with , promising that they’d not be a hassle and sat down next to you.

then , you got up to get some snacks in the middle of you and shuichi just leaning on each other and semi - hugging.

once you were out of earshot , your sibling turned to shuichi.

“ so , you’re the guy my sibling’s so crazy over? kind of disappointing. what do you want with them anyways? ” your sibling would immediately say.

shuichi would be a bit caught off guard. like , tf do you mean “ kind of disappointing ” ?? so he’d probably respond with something like , “ oh , um … were you expecting something different from me? ”

and they’d reply with , “ well , yeah! like some hunky buff guy or something. ”

“ ah … well , sorry …? ” he’d just awkwardly apologize , since he didn’t want to offend your sibling that you spoke so nicely ( for the most part ) about.

“ so what do you want with them , huh? ” they’d ask , pressuring for him to answer.

shuichi would stutter under the pressuring glare he was put under , and he wouldn’t know how to properly answer the question. i mean , you guys were dating. why would they need to ask that? did he really look that untrustworthy?

“ plus , what’s with your weird emo look? you look straight out of my chemical romance or something. ”

“ i — what? ”

and then before he’d been able to respond , you came inside the room.

looking at your sibling’s one last glare at shuichi before redirecting to the screen , and then a look at shuichi’s troubled face , you could piece together that something had happened while you were gone.

“ everything … all right? ” you’d ask. your sibling would reply with a chirp of , “ yeah! ” while shuichi would say it more in a meekly sounding way.

hearing his tone of voice you’d go over , and after putting the snacks on the table , briefly kiss shuichi on the cheek. in the corner of his eye , he’d see your sibling’s bitter judgement of the scene.

you brushed the scene before away and focused instead on basking in shuichi’s personal warmth , as the movie soon ended and the nighttime hours came.

as he said goodbye at your doorstep , you closed the door behind you to step outside. you asked him why he looked so confused at your sibling earlier with a small smile on your face.

he’d then spill everything , and also a hint of his insecurities at not being a “ hunky buff guy ” to suit your sibling’s tastes and instead projecting a “ weird emo look ”.

you’d then start a heartfelt speech on how he was perfectly fine for you , and that your sibling’s young enough only to know the stereotypical relationship qualities on tv cartoons and such , not actual love or relationships in the real world. it didn’t matter that he wasn’t super strong or anything , and it really only mattered that it was him.

and you also reminded him that your sibling wasn’t even in middle school. then shuichi started feeling silly for his sudden feelings. you hugged and kissed him anyways , laughing lightheartedly at the situation as you let him stay over instead ; wanting him and your sibling to try to get along in this second try.

please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.

[the-roo-too]

Can I request a Sullyoon fic where it’s a fake dating au where they both start dating to get the two people they like to be jealous for the reader and Sullyoon to simultaneously fall for each other while fake dating

real you -> bandmate! seol yoona

-haewon keeps choking, kyujin gets to play a detective, it seems you and sullyoon are causing quite the commotion at nmixx dorm.

warnings: fake dating 🧀, reader has a crush on bae (same), sullyoon prefers lily over y/n at first (…also same), kyujin is the actual smart one

genre: fluff; crack; social media?

notes: sorry for the long wait 😺 hope you like it bestie 🫶 | this is kinda the first official request 🤭🤭

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“hello nswers!” your leader greeted the live cheerfully (or as cheerfully as haewon gets). the rest of you clapped along, smiling to the camera as some displayed the comment section on their phones. sullyoon, who was sitting next to you, had one device on her lap.

“what are they saying, unnie?” you asked the older girl in a hushed tone. she smiled in response, showing you the chat which consisted mostly of the nswers sending their greetings.

the seating arrangement was jiwoo, bae, kyujin, you, sullyoon, lily, haewon. jinsol- much to your dismay- wasn’t sitting next to you, but you tried not to seem bummed out on camera. it would seem suspicious, and it’s not like anyone knew about your small crush on your band mate.

you couldn’t even try to interact with bae, as she was occupied with the two youngest, the trio goofing around. they were clearly having fun so you decided to leave the younger girls alone.

you turned your head to look at the three unnies you had on your left. lily and haewon were quite busy (the leader was making fun of lily’s accent), which left sullyoon to entertain you.

to be honest, you never really interacted much with her. despite being of similar age, the two of you didn’t have much topics to talk about besides work related stuff. maybe this fairly busy live was your sign to make better friends with the other girl?

a shiver went down your back. you glared at the window, which jiwoo insisted needed to stay opened. she said something about fresh air, but now you were becoming fresh ice cube.

“you okay, y/n-ah?” you met sullyoon’s eyes and shook your head sideways with a small pout.

“i’m cold, unnie.” you whined as a giggle escaped her lips.

“come here, you little baby.” the older girl draped a arm over your shoulder, hogging you a bit closer.

„just don’t close the window!” you threw a playfully glare at jiwoo.

“yeah, fresh air. i remember.”

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“ah, you guys were so cute today! yoona why aren’t you babying me like that too~!” jiwoo fake cried after the live has ended. she was pouting at pointing at the couple comments that nswers left in the chat. most of them pointed out your little interaction with sullyoon and how ‘cute’ it was.

“i’m just less annoying than you, jiwoo.” you stuck your tongue at the younger girl.

“yah! unnie, she’s bullying me!”

“i don’t know which side to pick.” jiwoo looked ridiculously at haewon, who just shrugged her shoulders with a awkward smile.

“y/nnie? your phone keeps buzzing.” taking a glance in yoona’s direction, you could see your phone in her hand, the screen lighting up every couple seconds. the older girl passed you the device as you clicked on the notification banner.

“oh god, it’s the manager.” you said with a worried look on your face. “he says he has some news?”

everyone in the room turned to look at you, some with equally surprised looks, others almost pitying.

“what does it say exactly?” asked sullyoon, leaning closer to you to take a look at the screen.

“he wants to talk with you and me before he goes back to the ceo.”

“text him back, see what’s going on.”

you looked hesitantly at sullyoon. a awkward silence enveloped the room.

“is everything fine, y/n?” finally your leader spoke up.

“yeah, everything’s good.” you felt yoona look at you weirdly, but she didn’t speak a word. at the same time, bae finally stopped focusing on the two youngest members and directed her attention to the two of you. a small lightbulb appeared above your head. you glanced at the messages and back at sullyoon. “it’s great even.”

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“oh god.” that’s the first thing sullyoon said after the group went to get ready for nighttime, leaving you alone.

you just finished talking with the manager on your phone. he called shortly after the exchange of the texts.

“yeah. unnie, manager said the rest shouldn’t know it’s a fake relationship.”

“but they know us! not to be rude, but outside of being band mates, you aren’t the person i interact with the most.” you sighed, nodding your head. out of everyone in nmixx, yoona definitely wasn’t your closest friend.

“we could make it like love at first sight thingy?” thinking about it again, you cringed. “this sounds wrong.”

“it’s the best option we have, i guess. so what’s the story?”

“let’s say we interacted now, i guess we got closer during the live. there was a spark, boom. the statement should be released somewhere around the comeback so we have roughly one week to make a believable lie.” sullyoon nodded along, taking in your speech. she then looked you in the eyes, her face suddenly serious.

“before anything starts, i need to clarify one thing with you, y/n. there is someone among the group that i’m interested in. i don’t know if that makes our situation awkward.” a look of surprise flashed on her face when you visibly brightened at her news.

“no unnie, it makes everything easier!i like bae, you like someone, no hard feelings. we can try to keep this thing for some time, maybe they’ll react somehow, we break it up after the promotions and everything falls in place.”

“okay, i like that plan. it’s a deal?” you took sullyoon’s outstretched hand in yours, shaking it lightly.

“deal.”

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you were tying your shoes as yoona got you a matching jacket. the older girl thought that a ‘date’ between the two of you should happen, but the public shouldn’t know yet. so here you were, at 6 am getting ready to leave the dorm in hopes of finding some caffe before the people start coming for breakfast.

just as you were about to leave the dorm, the sound of quiet footsteps made you abruptly stop in your tracks.

“yoona? and y/n? where are you going at-?” haewon had to squint to see the clock in the dimly lit room. “5:10? should we get ready for practice? i thought we had a day off…”

“we’re going out for a coffee, unnie. we should be back before 7!” said yoona. your leader gave her a skeptical glance, then you, then she looked back at the clock.

“next time i see jyp i’ll ask him for a raise. you’re my new main arguments. kyujin burning the oven last week is the second strongest point.” with that, haewon turned on her foot and left back to her room, leaving you and sullyoon in a fit of giggles.

“let’s go, unnie?”

“mhm. i think i know a place.”

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���haewon unnie texted me. she says we should go back, i promised bae breakfast and lily is complaining about some singing.” yoona seemed to perk up at the mention of the aussie singer.

“finish that coffee then, y/n.”

“okay, unnie.” you downed the rest of the drink and stood up. before you could take out your card to go pay, sullyoon was already speed walking towards the counter. she caught your gaze just as she paid for the drinks, sticking out her tongue lightly in a playful manner.

when she came back to collect her jacked, you pouted at her. “i wanted to pay, unnie~!”

she laughed at your whining.

“next time you can try to race me.”

“there’s a next time?”

“yeah, they have great drinks here.” with that, you also threw on your jacket and the both of you left the cozy caffe. it was around 6:30, yet it was very chilly outside.

“i should have worn something warmer…” suddenly, something very side covered your eyes. when you moved it out of sight, sullyoon appeared to be without her hat.

“can’t have you getting sick on me, y/nnie. haewon would kill me.” she laughed, taking your hand. as you walked the way back to the dorm trying not to be spotted, you noticed how pleasantly soft the older girl’s hands were.

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the week passed with you two going on little outings. they were supposed to be pretend dates, to make the situation seem more believable for both your members and the public.

much to your disappointment, after bae nagged you for breakfast, she never had another problem with you going out with sullyoon. on the contrary- most members seemed really happy to see the two of you become closer. most, except for kyujin.

don’t get me wrong, she was happy for her unnies. but still, you could swear she side eyed you both when no one else was looking.

“so, how’s it going for you two, y/n unnie?” she asked during one breakfast. it was a peaceful day, and you didn’t expect the maknae to become suspicious before the news come out.

nervously, you glanced at sullyoon. “in what sense?”

“i just noticed you and yoona unnie got closer after the last live. it’s very cute!” your poor leader choked on the water she was drinking. while she suffered and fought for breath (started barking like a dog), you laughed awkwardly.

“i guess. it’s really fun to hang out with yoona unnie!”

“i know. does that mean you’re dating?” haewon, who was given another glass of water, choked yet again. with a frown on her face and a wet shirt, she looked up at the maknae.

“yah, kyujin. you’re doing the laundry this weekend.”

this time sullyoon spoke up. she played her part, reaching for your hand ever so subtly, but making sure bae sitting next to her could notice the move.

“no, kyujinnie. we’re just friends now.” she threw you a warm glance, which you were sure the maknae noticed.

“okie dokie~ whatever you say, unnies!”

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march 20 finally arrived. the release of the album and the news about you dating sullyoon. since the mv was already up, you only had to wait. your last ‘date’ the previous day was the confirmation dispatch needed. if your ceo was correct, the article should be up in a couple minutes.

“haewon unnie is flooding my phone again.” you said, showing the device to sullyoon. the two of you were seated on your bed, while the rest had schedules. if it wasn’t for that, the whole group would probably bother you the moment the news came out.

“the group chat is going wild too. kyujin is sending some weird memes?” sullyoon showed you her phone, the messages flying by so fast you could barely read them.

“should we reply to them, unnie?”

“we’ll see each other in a second during the dance practice recording, i don’t think we should bother now.” the older girl had a point. your manager should arrive in a couple minutes to take you to the studio.

“okay then.” a notification appeared on your phone, showing that your ride was already there.

“let’s go?” yoona stretched her arm towards you to help you get up from the bed. she squeezed your hand gently before the two of you went to meet the manager.

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“i feel betrayed.” haewon had her arms crossed over her chest as you and sullyoon arrived at the dance studio. there was a small smile on her face, but you could tell she was trying to be intimidating.

a chorus of ‘same’ followed after haewon’s words, making you laugh.

“sorry guys! nobody was supposed to find out, if it makes you feel better.” you looked at sullyoon. as you spoke, she paid you all her attention. the rest rarely did that.

“y/nnie is right. we just weren’t as cautious yesterday as we should’ve been…”

your group talked some more, before the recording could being. what surprised you was that although the girls complained about finding out from dispatch, they were all happy for you.

to some extent, you felt bad about the whole situation.

during the water break, you looked around the room. it was weird. not in the sense that anyone was behaving weirdly. no, it was about you. about how surprised you were when bae stayed unbothered about the news. about how you were even more surprised to notice that you too didn’t care.

you glanced at the girl in question. she was laughing at something kyujin said.

‘i’ve liked bae for some time now…’

your gaze then fell to yoona, who was taking pictures to post later on instagram. she caught your eyes and smiled brightly.

like a switch flipped, you suddenly realised something.

‘but i think i like sullyoon more.’

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nighttime is the best time to think. sadly, it wasn’t technically nighttime yet. most of the group were already back in their respective rooms. jiwoo just left, making it only you, yoona and haewon in the living room.

the leader looked at you. “as much as i made a fuss… i hope you both know i’m proud of you. this country isn’t the most accepting so coming out must’ve taken a lot of courage.” she nodded to herself after the little speech.

“thank you, unnie. it means a lot.”

“i’ll get going now. someone has to wake up the dorm tomorrow because i don’t trust you all won’t be late on your own. goodnight girls!” haewon went to hug sullyoon. she then came to you and delivered a soft kiss to your forehead.

“unnie!”

“goodnight kiss is mandatory for everyone under 19.” saying that, the leader left.

your eyes fell to yoona. she seemed quiet all of a sudden.

“is something wrong?”

“i don’t think i can do this anymore.”

“okay.” you nodded your head. then, a sudden realisation went over you. “wait, what?”

“this whole ‘fake dating’ thing.”

“i don’t understand unnie.” sullyoon looked at you with a unreadable face.

“i screwed this up!” she let out a frustrated sight. you felt something break inside you. she couldn’t even bear fake dating you, how could you think she could like you back.

“i-i don’t think i’m following, unnie…”

“what is there to follow? i fucked up! this- this whole thing is real for me, you know! the hand holding, the ski ship and now haewon unnie! i never felt that jealous of her and lily but with you-“ a smile overcame your face. maybe you worried too much.

“unnie?”

“what!”

“please, just shut up and kiss me.”

“I KNEW IT!” both you and sullyoon jumped up at the sound of someone shouting. you whipped your head, your gaze falling on kyujin. she wore her pyjamas and was holding a glass of water in her hand.

“kyujin?”

“i heard you a week ago, unnies! fake dating blah blah, you were meant to be! oh my god i should become a cupid i’m so good at this-!”

“kyujin?”

“yes, unnie?”

“go to sleep before i call haewon.”

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[crazyk-imagine]

Time Stops When You Leave

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Civillian!eader Characters: Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Civillian!reader, Reader’s friends (Sammy, Danielle, and Cassie), Javy “Coyote” Machado, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Penny Benjamin, Tiny the bartender Warnings: Drinking, ditching friends for dick, ubering bc responsible adults, no drinking and driving, Jake’s got a crush on the reader, Javy may or may not have a crush on one of the reader’s friends, Bob isn’t a good liar but tried his best, drunk friends’ equal horny people, mama bear Penny mode activated Word Count: 1,977

**Don’t drink and drive kids

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You sigh, staring into your drink, using the straw to stir the ice around and around. So much for a fun night out with friends. 

You partially blame yourself for thinking that they’d stay with you and not wonder off in search of a “overnight bed buddy”. 

So, here you are, once again… sitting alone. 

Sure, things could be worse but you’re alone in the most popular bar on the beach. 

Oh, seems like you spoke too soon because another wave of people just entered the bar. 

You debate on leaving now or waiting until all your friends are gone. You look around the room, seeing the crowd of people swarm every corner of the bar they could. 

The bartender slash owner of the bar stands in front of you once more, staring at you with a pitiful look. “I know.” 

“I didn’t say anything,” she starts. 

“You didn’t have to. I’m pathetic.” You drop your head, hitting the bar top harder than you thought you would. 

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Javy looks up after taking his shot in their friendly game of pool only to find his friend staring off to the side. He furrows his brows staring in the same direction to see you basically slamming your head against the bar. “Something you want to tell me?” 

Jake turns to face him. “Huh?” 

“Someone catch your eye?” 

“What?” 

He scoffs, “no.” 

“Wait- isn’t that the girl who comes by every Friday with her friends that wind up ditching her?” 

“Why do you know so much about that?” 

Javy purses his lips, scratching his head. “Hey, isn’t that your turn?” 

“Yes, but don’t think you’re getting out of this easily.” 

-

You whine, rubbing the sore spot of your forehead. “Reminder to self, don’t do that.” 

“You, okay?” 

“I’m fine.” 

“Would it help if I got you another drink and a bag of ice for your forehead?” 

You narrow your eyes at her, “no.” 

“Okay,” she says, extending the word, “here’s your drink.” 

“Thanks.” 

“Are you sure you’re alright? Do you want me to call you sweetheart cab or an uber?” 

You shake your head, “no, seriously. It’s okay. I’m gonna drink this last drink before I switch to water and then head home.” 

“If, you’re sure. I’ve gotta-” 

You nod, waving her off, “have fun doing your job. I’m gonna still be here, drinking the night away.” And you’re left alone again, great just… great. You pull out your phone and ditch the idea of checking your social media apps and go straight for the games folder, that manages to kill about forty minutes before you’re bored again. 

Maybe going to the juke box is a good idea. 

You push yourself off the stool, steadying yourself when you feel the blood rushing to your head after standing up too quickly. “Wow, major head rush,” you mumble to yourself, grabbing everything plus your water. 

Now’s the time to decide what song to put on, maybe something a lot of the patrons hear would know because you noticed how the crowd mainly consists of younger people. 

When did choosing a song become so hard? 

“I would definitely steer clear of the newer songs.” 

You freeze, not realizing someone had come to stand beside you. “Why is… that?” You mentally cringe at the pace you spoke, still not turning to face him. 

“The people who come here prefer the classics.” 

You turn to see a familiar face, you just- you can’t figure out why he’s familiar. “And who would that include? You perhaps?” Seems like those drinks are still working their way through you. 

“Of course. Why else would I come over to talk to a pretty lady like yourself? I mean besides getting the chance to get to know the girl who’s ditched by her friends’ every time she comes in.” 

“I want to ask how you know that but it’s obvious to anyone who’s here every Friday what happens.” 

“Is it every Friday? You know, I- I never really noticed that.” 

“You’re lying but it's okay.” You glance back down at the juke box and click on an oldie but a goodie like he had suggested, letting the familiar tune echo throughout the bar. 

A smile tugging at the corner of his lips at the beat, it’s the same song your friends play whenever they get to the machine. Now he knows who the mastermind is behind the music, and he likes it. This just means he’s got to show you more and expand your music knowledge. 

“So, you’re the reason your girls choose to play this one.” 

You shake your head, “no.” 

He chuckles, “and I don’t believe you. I think you get it into their heads that they need to play this any time they walk by.” 

You scoff, “you’re rude besides when would I have the time to do that.” 

He shrugs, “they’re your friends.” 

“Brilliant, no kidding.” 

He chuckles. “Looks like someone has an attitude. How many drinks have you had?” 

“Just enough to let me relax for a minute before I go home.” 

“Leaving so soon?” He asks, hoping he doesn’t sound like an idiot. 

“Not until all of them have left. I can’t leave my friends here if they’re completely shit faced and can’t get themselves an uber.” 

He nods, glancing down at his half drunken glass. “How much longer are you going to be here for then?” 

You shrug, “I don’t know, not much longer I imagine.” 

The conversation dies there. 

One of your remaining friends waves you over. 

“Sorry. My friend is calling me over.” 

He moves out of the way, letting you pass by unable to watch you go, feeling like he’s already lost you... even though he never quite had you. 

-

You stop in front of the table, taking note of how drunk, Sammy is. “You okay?” 

“Oh,” she pouts. “I was waving to the cutie at the piano over there. Again,” she snickers. 

You purse your lips. 

“Hey, sorry it took me so long. I-” He stops talking, noticing your now here. “Oh- uh- well, your friend is here now. I guess- uh- I guess you do have a ride home now.” He lowers his head, staring at the floor while he adjusts his glasses. 

Sammy takes a step forward, tripping over her foot, crashing into the polite and shy navy fellow. She giggles when she realizes that she’s in his arms. “Looks like I feel for you.” 

He nervously chuckles. 

“Oh,” she turns back to you, saying your name to “get your attention”. “You can go home now. Danielle has a date like right now and Cassie is on her way home to spend the rest of her night with her girlfriend, and I have Bobby boo,” she boops his nose. “To keep me company.” 

“Are you sure you can handle her?” You ask him. 

He nods, “I’ve had to carry the guy you were talking to, onto base while he babbled on about yo-” He stops realizing what he almost said. “Yosemite.” He blinks once, “we’re going now. I’ll make sure she texts you later.” 

You watch as the two leave, knowing that the guy Sammy’s with is a good one and that he’ll still be over tomorrow morning, just like how he has been for the last few months they’ve had their little “arrangement”. 

You shake your head, pulling out your phone to text the others that Sammy’s found her not official boyfriend. 

Looks like it’s time to go home and not just because you’re the last one here. 

-

You walk over towards the bar and pay for your bar tabs, thanking the gods above that they venmoed you a few days ago so you actually could pay the tabs without needing to go into your savings. “See you next Friday, Penny?” 

“So, you do know my name.” 

“After finally realizing that people were shouting Penny for some reason, yeah.” 

“Are you sure you’re okay to go home?” 

You nod, “yep. I’ve been drinking water for a while now and I’m gonna uber home.” 

“So, you didn’t drive here?” 

“Nope. We all ubered knowing we’d have a few drinks and wanted to be safe.” 

“Good. You can wait here, and I’ll send one of the bartenders out with you since it's dark.” 

“You got it, Peggy Sue.” 

“You just learned my name.” 

“And I’m giving you a new nickname in return.” 

She shakes her head, moving over to the side, taking care of the other waiting patrons. 

You don’t think much else about the pretty blond who chatted with you by the juke box as you wait till it’s time to leave. 

-

You stand outside making small chitchat with the Tiny, learning how he has a little one on the way and decided to wait on finding out the sex of the babies. 

“Oh my gosh. Twins?” 

He nods, fighting the urge to smile but failing as the corner of his lips tug upwards. “Just found out a week ago. I still can’t believe it, but my wife says she had a “feeling” for the last few weeks.” 

“That’s amazing. Do you have any names in mind?” 

“We have a list for boys and girls but were still trying to limit it down to five each.” 

“Okay. And how many do you have so far?” 

“Too many to count.” 

You chuckle. “Oh, it’s- uh- it’s okay. When the time comes, you’ll choose the right names.” 

The door slams open and you two turn. 

The blond from earlier pauses when he realizes you’re still here. “Tiny,” he nods once as a hello gesture. “I can- I can stay out here with her.” 

The soon to be father narrows his eyes at the lieutenant and takes a step forward. “I’m gonna be right inside, barely ten feet from the door.” 

“Yeah, yeah. You know me. I’m the person who tosses people out not the other way around.” 

Tiny waves him off and heads back into the bar. 

“What brought you out here?” He smiles, standing taller than he did stepping through the door. 

“I’m glad you asked.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone. “Could I- I wanted to ask for your number before you left.” 

“You ran out here just to get my number?” 

“Uh,” he thinks back to the beginning of the night and where you two are now. “Yeah, that’s exactly what happened.” 

“I’m gonna pretend that I’m giving you my number because I’ve had a few drinks and not just because I happen to like what I see.” 

The corners of his lips tugs upwards, “I wouldn’t entirely be upset with that.” 

“Good, now gimmie your phone so I can text me.” 

He hands it over without any issues. 

You quickly return the phone to him and just in time as a car’s headlights shine against the wall. “Looks like you ran out here just in time.” 

“Guess, I did.” He walks you to the car, opening the door for you. “Text me when you get home, okay?” 

You nod, feeling a little risky you wave him closer and kiss his cheek. “Prepare for my text, Bagman.” 

The smile falls from his face. “Wait- you know about that?” 

“I know more than you realize. Bye.” 

He watches as the car drives away and wonders what else you may know. 

-

As soon as you make it home, you quickly change your clothes and lay in bed. 

You grab your phone and text him. 

Cute Drunk 

Made it home Sent Read 1:17am 

Bagman 

Good... you have enough energy for a call? Sent Read 1:18am 

Cute Drunk calling... 

“Hey.” 

“Hey.” 

“I was joking about how much I know by the way.” 

He sucks ai in through his teeth, “why do I not believe you?” 

You scoff, “how dare you say such a thing.” 

“Am I wrong?”  

Next up: Part II

[morpheus-somnium]

How well I think the Skyrim Sexyman Seven would survive the Death Angels from the A Quiet Place franchise.

Sexyman no. 1: Brynjolf

He is the first one in alphabeth order, and the safest choice to start with

I mean he is a thief and not just any thief; a pretty good one

He is also a Nightingale, c'mon guys

Nocturnal gives him her protection 💪🏻

However one of his main skills is to remain unseen and not to remain unheard

Meaning he has to adapt

But that doesn't give a hard time, just a bit of a headache

He is also very cunning; he uses all kind of tricks to get the Death Angels away

Plus this guy lives in Riften. The place where water always flows around; there are waterfalls nearby, a whole sewer system and a lots of rivers

So this guy would survive the whole monster apocalypse 10/10

Sexyman no. 2: Cicero

We all know Cicero.

We all know that he is loud AF

Especially because I think his little hat would have bells:)

If he (or LDB) chooses to cut it that would increase his chances to survive a lot

But he would still be dumb, and giggle just a little bit too loud

And get the team into a lot of trouble

The LDB would always have their hands on his mouth

He would also enjoy this whole monster-situation? I mean corpses everywhere, he also would probably scare people random, getting them into the danger of loudly gasping or screaming even

So a 4/10 if he's with LDB, and 1/10 if alone

Sexyman no. 3: Miraak

Now, he spends most of his time in the apocrypha, so he wouldn't really realise for a while

However once he is in Tamriel again, oh boy-

He is very powerful and uses spells that can be used long distance

Also let's not forget that he is a dragonborn.

He would probably use the dragon shouts against them

Pros: If the enemy is short distance it would literally blow them apart

Cons: The long distance enemies would hear it and storm the place where he used it (It could probably be heard from all points of the hold)

I think he might also keep some as a pet? Like using magic and whatever to make the Death Angels obidient to him?

He doesn't speak much, but he is cocky enough to not shut up in certain situations

So I give this guy a 8/10 survival rate

Sexyman no. 4: Neloth

He is a grumpy old man

I don't even know what to say about him? 😭

He lives in a mushroom and i think mycelium makes good soundproof walls

But that elevator?? That's so loud

Same with the enchanter

He is a great mage, so of course he could protect himself

He would probably cast an ice block around the head of those things, lmao

Or would cast lighting spells around the monster's sensitive ears?

But he wouldn't stay that quiet

Also, he lives on an island? So the Death Angels wouldn't really be there

So his score would be a 9/10 on Solstheim, and a 5/10 in Skyrim

Sexyman no. 5: Ondolemar

He is cocky, too

He is a scaredy cat

I mean this guy?? He works as a thalmor, as a high-ranking official of a political party know to torture many, and he not only isn't able to get the Talos Temple closed, but also gets the LDB to get one Talos worshipper to jail 😭 He is a disaster

So he would probably curl up a tent, behind a waterfall

jk

He isn't THAT useless

He has quite a few tricks up his sleeve to distract the monsters

So don't worry about him, he can get around just fine, even if he prefers to stay in a safe place

His score is a 5/10

Sexyman no. 6: Serana

She wouldn't have a problem with being silent

However, I think she is very anxious? So the moment she hears those clicking sounds nearby or makes a bit louder noise she is panicking.

Of course, she has been alive for a while, lives through many horros, and saw ugly things, but those things? They are hard to kill for someone who is using swords

Also she mostly remains her human form, and if she decides to transform that would be loud for the Death Angels' hearing (you know the bats, and such)

It would make her life a bit easier, because there would be a lot of corpses she could drink from (if she isn't disgusted by them)

So I'm gonna give her a solid 6,5/10

Crowned Sexyman no. 7; Teldryn Sero

Well, he is a curious case

He is a quiet person in general, if don't talk about him during battles because i think he curses a lot at the enemies

And the monsters wouldn't give him nightmares, because I'm pretty sure he saw some thing during his earlier adventures

However he isn't the sneaky type

And his armor is also a bit noisy

So someone would have to help him around while gets used to it

I think he would know how to kill the monsters?

He would grab some stones and throw them at their faces (Like in that Old Testament story of the little dude and the giant dude)

And he would totally drown them in the waters of Solstheim

I'm giving him a 6,5/10

Overall likeliness of survival of the Skyrim Sexyman Seven:

Most likely to survive

Brynjolf [10/10]

Neloth, on Solstheim [9/10]

Miraak [8/10]

Teldryn Sero & Serana [6.5/10]

Neloth, in Skyrim & Ondolemar [5/10]

Cicero, with LDB [4/10]

Cicero alone [1/10]

Least likely to survive

[bajistadiamond]

Hey can you make Singer! Yuu sing "Birth of Venus" with a siren girl that they are doing a duet with like siren in the sea?????

Yuu Singer, 🎶💎Ramshackle💎🎶 (Birth of Venus)

Answer: First, I think this is the first non-Disney song to feature in this AU. Second, I hope I picked the right song, because the other one said "Venus Illegititima." Third, this takes place years before Yuu's birth, but it explains some things about this universe.

Nabila Al-Asim was a beautiful and very nervous woman. Today was her boyfriend and fiancé's 18th birthday, and she wanted everything to be perfect.

"Friend, take a second to breathe." She advised Amira, her best friend.

Amira was the second princess of the Coral Sea Kingdom and met Nabila at the Golden Radiance Academy; a small magic academy, specialized in music and arts only for women.

The white-haired woman sat at her vanity to take a few seconds to calm down.

Amira got out of bed and went to her friend to do her hair. "Your boyfriend will love the party you threw; you have nothing to worry about."

Nabila looked at her friend. "Do you believe?" "Clear!". She assured the red-haired woman. "Although, you might want to be careful." Amira warned mischievously.

Nabila knew her friend too well to know that what she was about to say was stupid. "Oh yeah? Why?" But she played along with her confidant.

"Because maybe Salman will end up falling in love with me after our performance." Amira said, feigning a faint with a sigh. Seconds later Nabila threw a cloth in her face.

"You are stupid". The white-haired woman said with a laugh.

They both laughed, because for them this was a recurring joke since they knew that neither of them wanted the other's boyfriend.

After all, they both swore to be more than friends; They were and always would be sisters in everything except blood.

The night was perfect to spend a wonderful evening.

All the guests were very satisfied and surprised, although they shouldn't have been.

The party was organized by the Asim family, and they knew how to outdo themselves at parties.

Salman, Nabila's fiancé, even though he was from a wealthy family, would never have thought of having him birthday party on a private island.

Luxury was present in the mansion, the ice sculptures, the food, the drinks, the exotic flowers and there were even white doves with feathers that threw colored frost when they flew.

Although Salman would have preferred something more discreet, but perhaps that was the price for falling in love with the sister of his best friend, who descended from the most eccentric and partying family in Twisted Wonderland.

Right now the dark-skinned man was wondering where the hell Nabila was while she drank a glass of sherry.

"How's the birthday boy?" Salman looked at the newcomer; Hakim Al-Asim hugged him by the shoulders while he enjoyed a piña colada.

"I'm fine, super happy; you don't see me." Slaman said, forcing a smile. Hakim sighed. "I know you're a social misfit…" "Hey!" "…but can you at least try to talk to new people today?"

Salman thought about it for a second before pouting and shrugging his shoulders; Hakim smiled at his affirmative response.

"Only if my girlfriend is present." He asked Salman to his friend who agreed. "If I can find her, I haven't seen her or Princess Amira in over three hours."

Salman was worried, but before saying anything the lights of the floating stage installed a few meters from the beach turned on.

Nabila was radiant on stage; an aqua green dress, a pearl necklace with an amethyst pendant, golden sandals and natural makeup, for Salman she was the most spectacular woman in the world.

"Good evening and thank you for being here for the birthday of an incredible man and the best man I have ever been with." Nabila said with a smile. Everyone applauded and Hakim nudged a very blushing Salman.

"Now, as a birthday gift, I'm going to sing one of his favorite songs with the help of my friend." He declared Nabila gesturing to the water just as the beautiful Amira came out of the water and sat on the stage; her mermaid tail was emerald green, and to complement it she wore a golden shell bodice, a pearl comb with diamonds, and pearl necklaces.

"Enjoy the show~!" Amira said with a seductive voice that charmed more than one man...

Αχ αχ αχ αχ αχ ~

Amira's voice echoed in the water as she gracefully swam around the floating stage. Nabila moved her hips and shoulders as she prepared her song to use "the voice of the gods"

I've met with my peace ~ Between the moon and where I stand ~

The magic of Nabila's voice did its work immediately as she raised a hand to the sky and the stars shone in sync. Many of those present were surprised because many believed that Nabila did not have any magical abilities.

I have found catharsis ~ In every wave that crashes on the cliffs and I ~

The magic of Nabila's voice did its work immediately as she raised a hand to the sky and the stars shone in sync. Many of those present were surprised because many believed that Nabila did not have any magical abilities. Amira used her unique magic to create small fountains of water and foam.

Your secrets were never safe with me! ~

Nabila winked at her fiancé as she said that; Hakim chuckled because his sister always managed to leave his friend speechless.

When I scream, the sky is listening! ~

Salman couldn't take his eyes off his beloved; For him there was no other woman he wanted to be with. Nabila sang loudly as she spun elegantly, letting wisps of magic envelop her and transform her long dress into a shorter, more provocative one.

Αχ αχ αχ αχ αχ ~

Amira jumped back on the stage while singing the chorus; the view was spectacular

Your secrets were never safe with me! ~ When I scream, the sea is listening! ~

Amira sat back down on the stage when she came out of the water; She wagged her tail as she let the light make her shine. Nabila made her magic turn her friend's tail into her legs and into a green pleated skirt. Amira sighed in surprise, she normally used potions for that; her friend's magical ability always managed to leave her breathless.

See what happens when you try to silencе me! ~

Amira jumped up and danced with Nabila. They both played with Nabila's floating purple fabric. The party guests were enthralled with the dance that somehow combined Arabic dancing and synchronized swimming. Salman did not take his eyes off his fiancée, he felt that he was watching a nymph giving a show on Olympus.

I've met with my peace ~ Between the moon and where I stand ~

Nabila looked at her boyfriend and smiled mischievously when he blushed like a tomato. She was happy that he liked her gift; This song was special, since according to Salman, he was listening to this song when he saw her come out of the pool and it was as if he saw Aphrodite being born.

I have found catharsis ~ In every wave that crashes on the cliffs and I ~ Learned how to breathe underwater ~

Amira jumped into the water while Nabila moved her magic to return her friend's tail. Nabila let the fabric of her outfit wrap around her shoulders and let her float as the magic around her turned the stage into a large sea shell with a golden throne instead of a pearl.

While my lungs begged me for air ~ I fought my way to the surface ~ And carried myself to land ~

Hakim blinked, letting a couple of tears fall. His little sister was no longer a girl, she was a woman and he hoped she would be happy.

Αχ αχ αχ αχ αχ ~

Nabila made her magic make some flowers burst and the petals float in the air; she made sure not to leave pollen in the air knowing that there were allergic guests.

Your secrets were never safe with me! ~ When I scream, the sky is listening! ~

Amira took the pearls from her neck and threw them into the air, Nabila with a smile took them and wrapped them around her waist like a belt. The purple fabric was wrapped around Nabila's white hair creating a beautiful Rapunzel style braid.

Αχ αχ αχ αχ αχ ~

At this point everyone present was singing in unison, even if some were out of tune it didn't matter. Everything was harmony in the air.

Your secrets were never safe with me! ~ When I scream, the sea is listening! ~

Amira rose above the shell on a throne of water while taking advantage of the magical impulse that Nabila sent her to create a small palace of water and corals behind them.

See what happens when you try to silence me! ~

Princess Amira's mother was looking lovingly at her daughter from her sun lounger on the beach. She was happy that her daughter made friends with other races when she was allowed to leave the protection of the palace under the sea and rise to the surface. Although, years ago, the relationship between merpeople and other races, especially humans, has improved, there is still discrimination; So, she was a proud mother.

I've met with my peace ~ Between the moon and where I stand ~ I have found catharsis ~ In every wave that crashes on the cliffs and I ~ Learned how to breathe underwater ~ While my lungs begged me for air ~ I fought my way to the surface ~ And carried myself to land ~

Amira let her friend finish the song, she was very proud of the once shy and introverted woman now turned into an extroverted woman.

See what happens when you try to silence me! ~

Nabila lifted him from the golden throne and began to walk on the water to reach the shore. The magic burst into golden brilliance as the shell returned to a floating stage and Amira dropped back into the water.

See what happens when you try to silence me! ~

Nabila sang the last verse in front of Salman. Everyone applauded except Salman who looked at his girlfriend reverently before she gave him a passionate kiss...

...

...

...

Yuu blinked and yawned as he woke up. "What a strange dream." He thought as he sat up and stretched. For a second he didn't recognize where he was in the darkness until he heard a snore that wasn't Grim's. He looked to the right of him and saw Leona asleep next to him; Yuu then remembered where she was. He looked at the time and sighed when he realized it was 4 in the morning. He carefully lifted him out of bed, put on a jacket and went out onto the balcony. The cold air of the bedroom savanna hit his face and was very comforting. In a few hours he would start the plan to beat Azul and he hoped it would work. Yuu was hoping to see if his dreams would give him some clue or answer like he usually did, but instead he gave him what seemed like a flashback of people he didn't know. Although… for some reason, Salman reminded him of someone.

Note: In this universe, the Asim family is known for their platinum white hair. - Salman means protector. - Hakim means wise

[jamiesfootball]

long time listener first time caller: if you're still in need/want/severe drought of prompts to CopeTM, may I request some holiday traumaversary hurt/comfort w rjk? love your work <3

@italicised-oh

hello and thank you @italicized-oh (now with corrected username. i hope. i rechecked your other message like five times so hopefully this goes to the right person).

I think I understood your prompt? I'm no longer sure I understand hurt/comfort when I'm writing it, because this turned out much sadder than I meant for it to be, but here we go! Have some platonic rjk, with holiday stuff, and also some trauma, and people caring about each other.

Warnings for emotional/verbal/physical abuse

"My mum once told me I ruined Christmas."

Roy quirked an eyebrow at her, but he didn't say anything in response.

Keeley wrung her hands around the bottle. The cold condensate from the glass clung unpleasantly against her pajama sleeves, dampening the fine silk.

"I was fifteen. I told her I wanted to go ice skating with my friends on Christmas morning and that we could do presents in the afternoon. She told me I was being selfish."

Keeley passed over the champagne. He knocked it back like the fat bottle weighed nothing more than a beer bottle. She couldn't do that. With the bottle half-full, she had to use both hands to tilt it back -- more than once she'd nearly sloshed it, her nose tickling with bubbles that threatened to churn out too fast.

"She was always on me about stuff like that. Wanting to go out all the time. She said I preferred my friends over her, and she was right. It was suffocating, living in that house."

Roy passed her the bottle back. She grabbed it with both hands, his grip steadying hers until the bottle was safely in her lap.

Between them, Jamie dozed the sleep of the exhausted.

Settled on the floor behind his couch with only a thin throw blanket between him and the wooden floor, his face was as peaceful as she could remember seeing him these past few months. With Roy's leather jacket tucked over him, gently lifting and falling with his breaths, she could almost mistake him for happy.

The snow outside reflected too much light for her to make that mistake.

The champagne settled uncomfortably in her stomach.

"I'm not saying I was perfect either. I know I started by telling her she was being unreasonable, but I know I ended up shouting at her that she was being a bitch -- that's what really set her off. Took the turkey out of the oven and dumped it straight in the trash. Banging plates around and making a big show out of getting rid of all the food she'd made. Told me that I was being ungrateful and that I had ruined Christmas, so there wasn't any point in celebrating was there? Then she called me a trollop and said that it was just her luck that she had a daughter who'd rather be getting fingered in the park rather than spending time with her mum."

"Jesus fuck." Roy turned towards her with his eyebrows raised to his hairline.

"Then I screamed that I hated her and I spent all of Christmas Eve crying in my room," Keeley finished. The snow continued to flutter to the ground in tiny snowflakes, that would then cluster to make molehills. The wet hem around her ankles could attest to that. Keeley chewed on her lip. Quietly, she set the bottle down. "Do you know what happened the next morning?"

"You called her something worse and set her bed on fire?" Roy suggested.

A giggle bubbled out of her throat. "No. No, the next morning I came downstairs, and she had made me pancakes. Fresh fruit, whip cream, chocolate chips, honey. She told me that she didn't want to talk about what happened -- that we should just forget it and start over. She spent the whole morning treating me like a princess. I didn't even think to ask about going out with my friends. Just told them the next time I saw them that she'd said no, and that was that."

Jamie's cheek was warm against her thigh. She brushed his hair away from his face. His hair was usually so soft, but between her fingers it felt brittle and dry.

She swallowed. "I get that it's messed up now. I mean, you've met her."

Roy made a noise that was both an agreement and an implied insult.

"But I didn't know how to say any of that then. It was like, I knew what she was doing was shit, and that my friends' mums weren't usually like that with them, but then she'd turn around and she'd be so nice, you know? I even had friends of mine who'd tell me they were jealous of how much my mum worried after me -- said that their parents wouldn't even notice if they were on fire. Said I should be grateful that she cared. After all, she could be way worse."

She couldn't take her eyes off of Jamie. She knew it was just her imagination filling in what her mind knew was there -- it was too dark to actually see the red handprint on Jamie's cheek. It was burned into her mind all the same.

"It's not that bad," he'd told her when she'd rushed over in her pajamas, called in for back-up by a Roy who was seething in the background. "Really. He's not even drunk anymore -- it could've been a whole lot worse."

Her breath felt weak in her chest. "But I didn't want something that was only okay some of the time. And I know now that I don't deserve that either."

Roy's hand gently covered hers where it rested on Jamie's head. Against her freezing fingers, he felt as warm as a brand.

"How do we get him to see that too, Roy?"

He squeezed her hand and offered, "We can go to his dad's house and set his bed on fire."

Keeley giggled, the laugh choking out of her louder than she meant.

Jamie shifted at the noise, turning trustingly under her palm.

"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds perfect," she whispered, trying not to ruin what little rest Jamie could get.

Roy ran his thumb against the back of her hand, and she imagined kindling trying to light a spark. Outside, the world was cold and quiet and dusted unpleasantly with snow. The two of them, with their hands locked over the sleeping gift between them, would have to keep warmth enough.

[akaakeis]

oh nooooo i tripped and fell for u into ur ask box

eating ny ice cream rn ;; strawberry is such a weird flavour like if i had to choose and get one i would not get strawberry but if irs rhere at home im finishinf ALL of it

ALSO, DRAWING ON PEOPLE'S HANDS 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

anyways about the iwa smau!!! genuinely have no motivation rn #tweaks BUT i would like to say that the yn is shamelessly based off me like i have consumed acrylic paint on multiple occasions (today) (with ice cream)

ILYT!!!!! IM WRITING THIS RN SO I CANT RESPOND (CRIES)

lost a mark in my chem test today im tweaking

BUT THE FREAKY ENGLISH TEACHER SAID IM ON THE RIGHT TRACK AND DOING GOOD AND AN ATTENTIVE STUDENT AND LIKR????????? ERMMMM SHES INSANE BUT FHE ACADEMIC VALIDATION GOES SOOO HARD

also like lowkey icl i was hanging around ur blog again rn and thats why i decided to send an ask !! ur blog is so pretty rrrrr

I ALSO BASICALLY JUST PEAKED IN HS CUZ THE LIBRARIAN RECOGNISED ME AND GAVE ME A BOOK RECOMMENDATION AND LET ME TAKE IT EVEN THOUGH IT DIDN'T HAVE THE PROPER STUFF TO BE FILED AS BORROWED (like each book has a code and this one didnt and she STILL gave it to me) SO LIKE BASICALLY SHE TRUSTS ME BC IVE BEEN OVER HERE FOR LIKE A YESR AT LEADT TAKING A BOOK THEN COMING BACK 1-2 DAYS LATER CUZ I FINISHED IT LOLOLS

also about OUR iwa fic i was js thinking like,, fake dating this dumbass b word ushiwaka and hes like ?? why me ??? "ur names rhyme kind of" ?? wth ??

lowkey think im immune to anything thats in acrylic paint now bc i have Eaten So Much Of It

anyways the book is lowkey good i havent finished it YET but irs called the girl on the train and like woahhhhhh smth like that at our super conservative school is iNsane

i hope u feel better soon!!! if u dont ill fly over and idk. magic

i have a maths test tmr rjejsjskssk the topic is fun but I Don't Know what if i Fail

OSHIT I WAS SUPPOSED TO LOCK IN AND DO HW OOPS ERM HRU TELL ME AB UR DAY ETC ETC and also any sav x yaku tidbits youd like to drop <- forgot the ship name AND AND AND THE ANONS THINF IS SO REAK KMFG

ok byebye ily xx

ah thats a shame 😞😞 hope your knee or whatever u banged on the way in heals up well lina 😞

yum yum yum ice cream!! i hope ur enjoying it!! also thats so real i feel like strawberry ice cream is just an odd flavor... but true that i always eat the strawberry ice cream in the freezer just to spite my other roommate (with love!!!) LMAO

also real 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i adore when people draw on me or let me draw on them it js makes me so happy <3

DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO WORK ON IT!! BE SPORADIC!! DO IT WHENEVER YOU GET IDEAS!!! WE WILL STICK AROUND TO READ WHENEVER U DECIDE TO WRITE

NOOO NOT THE CHEM TEST IM SORRY LINA :((( ITLL ALL WORK OUT THO

NOT THE ENGLISH TEACHER. IM SORRY SHES MY OPP FROM WHAT IVE HEARD ABOUT HER SHES FREAKY I FEAR. BUT FOR THE ACADEMIC VALIDATION I SUPPOSE I GET IT...

HELP i didnt ever realize how much time you spent on my blog like genuinely 😭 BUT THANK YOU SM!! im super proud of this theme even tho its not the most intricate <3

WOOOW THE LIBRARIAN RECOGNIZED YOU AND TRUSTED YOU W AN UNFILED BOOK??? i aspire to be you but i never step foot into my school library i much prefer my public library... there's sm more books that i read there!!! BUT THATS GENUINELY SO COOL WTF

bro that fic will genuinely be so funny 😭 like the quote we were yapping ab earlier "ushijima?? the hell?? you don't even go to the same school as him?? 😨" iwa would be more confused than anything at first AND I THINK THATS HILARIOUS!! and pls ushijima just AGREEING hes a closeted himbo i swear i swear i swear

alina im genuinely concerned over the fact that you CONSUME acrylic paint? but whatever? i guess? please dont eat too much that's definitely not meant to be consumed 🧍‍♀️

im gonna add that book to my tbr list!! i read the synopsis and it sounds pretty good tbh

THANK YOU!! my roomie is taking care of me so i'll probably be fine within the next few days 🙂‍↕️

AND GOOD LUCK!! im sure you'll do amazing dont even play w me rn alina YOU WILL DO SO SO SO WELL YOU LITTLE MATH NERD (affectionate)

OH YEAH GO DO HOMEWORK WTF 😭 IM GOOD! I FEEL BETTER TODAY <3 IVE BEEN IN BED SINCE I WOKE UP SO THERE ISNT MUCH TO TELL YOU ABOUT BUT UHHHH LAST NIGHT I WATCHED HOWLS MOVING CASTLE WITH MY ROOMMATE!! SAV X YAKU IS SAVORI!!! COURTESY OF BAKERY ANON MY LOVE 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ UMM I DONT HAVE TIDBITS RN BUT ILL DM YOU WITH RANDOM ONES SOMETIME DURING THE DAY TRUST!!

bye bye!! ily ily <3

[jjsstars]

lydiaweek2023: Day 6, Lydia & Enemies — Theo —

tags : lydia/theo, set season 6, homeless theo, mentions of the dread doctors/season 5, first kisses/making out

“Better?” Lydia asks as Theo slides himself down into the seat across from her at the dinning table, his hair still dripping from the shower he just took.

“Yeah, thanks.” It’s oh so quiet, hesitant, his eyes ducking away from Lydia as if making eye contact with her would make her remember what he’s done and how she should throw him out of her house.

“Want some tea?” She offers and doesn’t wait for a response before she’s standing to walk over towards the kettle sitting on the stove. Her mug is still steaming and full so she just grabs a new one for Theo, glancing over to him and smiling faintly when his head whips to the other direction to cover the staring he was doing.

“You can come over here if you’d like.” There’s a beat of hesitation before his chair scrapes against the hardwood and he shuffles over.

“Any preference?” Theo shakes his head, Lydia picks out a peppermint tea bag and drops it into the mug. It seems like the most neutral choice out of all the various herbal teas she has.

“You don’t have to be scared of me, I’m not going to make you leave.” Her eyes stay on her own drink as she talks, trying not to spook Theo more. He’s seemed so skittish since they got home, all the big bad boy confidence he had during the fight drained out of him the second Lydia climbed into his truck, and even more so when she told him that he was staying the night not just dropping her off. He looked downright terrified, though Martin will give him credit as he covered it quickly.

“I’m just- I’m sorry. For everything.” His hands cradle the hot mug tightly and Lydia gently moves to put her hand atop his. She’s not a hundred percent sure this is a good idea, any of it: having Theo in her house, having him sleep over, telling him things are fine, initiating physical touch with him, staring into his eyes the intimate way she is right now. It might all backfire horribly.

“I know, and I know it wasn’t all your fault. You were being manipulated and I can’t even imagine what it was like for all those years.” Despite what Stiles still says, Lydia knows Theo isn’t evil. He never really was, he was just hurt and taught to hurt other people. What he did to Lydia still haunts her sometimes, but it’s far from the worst thing she’s been through, and Theo’s the only one that’s ever apologized for hurting her. She can forgive him.

“I’ve never had a cup of tea.” It’s muttered and there’s a small curl of Theo’s lips that borders on being a smile. She hasn’t seen him smile all day.

“What?”

“I’ve never had a cup of tea, that’s why I don’t have a preference. There was no place to heat up a kettle in the sewers and I never really thought to buy one from a coffee stand.” It’s a little heartbreaking to hear, but Theo let’s out a chuckle and Lydia can’t dwell on it too long.

“Well try it and see if you like it.” She prompts and he brings the cup to his lips, eyebrows screwing together momentarily as he sips the drink.

“Not bad. Weird but not bad.” Lydia grins and slips her hand around Theo’s mug to pull it over towards and push her own to him.

“Try mine. It’s raspberry.” The best flavor in her humble opinion.

“With the peppermint aftertaste it isn’t bad. Do you ever mix the flavors?” His head tips to the side slightly with the ask, a puppy dog look on his face that Lydia can’t help but smile at.

“Tea isn’t a drink that you really mix, you can, but most people only do that with iced tea.” The information gets taken in as though it’s something he’ll be tested on later, all the attention in the world focused in on Lydia’s words. She briefly wonders if it’s because he’s never talked about tea before or if it’s because she’s the one telling him.

“You do know what iced tea is right?” A giggle bubbles out of Lydia’s chest when Theo scoffs in fake offense, they both descend into a small fit of laughs that makes the room seem warmer.

“I know what iced tea is.” Theo’s face is close to Lydia’s, she hadn’t realized she had pushed herself so close to him but now they’re only inches apart.

“Good, you should, it’d be a little depressing if you didn’t.” She doesn’t move away from Theo, only letting her eyes fall to his lips that are no longer dirt covered and instead soft pink, his tongue darts out to wet them and Lydia looks up. It’s obvious she was just staring but Theo seems to be staring at hers too.

“You should hate me.” He says lowly and she hums while curling her hand around his jaw, his cold damp hair grazing her fingertips as she does.

“I don’t have to, we don’t have to be enemies.” Their breaths mix as Theo leans in farther til their noses touch.

“I don’t want to be your enemy.”

Lydia breaks the tension and pushes her lips against Theo’s, gasping when his hand grips her back to bring her closer, he’s so desperate in how he moves. It’s like there’s electricity coursing through her body as his lips move to her neck, her sleep shirt falling loosely over her shoulder til he can reach her collarbones. There’s bound to be marks left behind from how greedy Theo’s mouth dances across her skin, she can only wind a hand into his damp hair and beg him not to stop. It’s not a good idea, but when is kissing your supposed enemy ever a good idea.

[carmenized-onions]

Ahhh this was incredible! Allow me to spiral

Chip checking Carmy’s location even though she’s upset and is convinced he hates her 💔

Syd once again being the absolute best and Richie waiting on his informer’s say in order to even consider forgiving Carmy…I love them

“whore-d’oeuvres” makes sense and should be the only acceptable pronunciation of the word

Carmen doing Chip’s prep entirely by himself before making her a sandwich just like Mikey used to make and even giving her a granola to snack on…as Chip said, fuck this fucking guy for making it hard to stay mad at him 🫠

I also love how you reiterated that he’s not good with words so instead he channels what he’s feeling into his craft and Chip, bless her heart, understands that this is him trying to apologize and sends her own olive branch in the form of the lavender coffee 🥺

Lol her beating herself up for not being petty enough and giving Carmy the cold shoulder for a while longer/indefinitely is such a mood

“Can I get a uh…a Negroni…sbagliato? With prosecco?” EMMA D’ARCY was a guest at this wedding?!

He’s still using her hair products and the Old Spice body wash she prefers…oh be still my heart

Also, thank you for letting the cat eat the flowers 😂 I couldn’t decide on the plate, but now I see that bringing it back in to be put away was the right choice. It means so much to her, so it wouldn’t feel right to let it be destroyed

And for Chip to say that Carmy, despite all his faults, somehow makes every space easier to breathe in for her and lights up a room for her is so heartbreakingly beautiful because that’s exactly what she does for him and what Mikey once did for them both. But they don’t seem to realize the effect they have on each other and it’s too late for Mikey to realize it at all 💔 I’m not crying

Chip wondering if she’ll ever get to have a wedding like this and taking notes of what she would want to include in her own 🫠 I just know she’s going to be making a Pinterest board soon

The whole bit with Fak was the perfect example of comedic relief 😂

“It was extremely apt and even more upsetting for him, the way time literally stopped, when you left. When he made you leave.” Once again, your skills 😮‍💨

Ahh I wasn’t expecting Uncle fucking Lee to show up! Loved that Chip put him in his place and was prepared to stab his old ass with a fork lmao (and Carmen ready to swing at him for throwing that fake punch at Chip??? 🙃)

Chip being really sweet to that man who’s in recovery is just…she really is the best and deserves all the good things life has to offer 😔

And that ending…I never would’ve guessed what ICE stood for and I’m glad I didn’t because I had that “ohhhh” moment just like Carmen lol

So she had Mikey make folders of all the people who loved him so he could remember that life was still worth living 💔

And all along she was his sponsor…I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Also, I knew she wasn’t in a relationship/situationship with Mikey because she’s right, Richie would’ve said some shit to Carmen 😂

TL;DR: I LOVED this chapter, A+++ for you 💜💜💜

Thank you as always for spiraling and letting me be a part of it as always!! i'll never be able to express how grateful i am. so i won't even try.

The way Chip/Syd/Richie all show the different ways they care in those first few scenes,,, GRREEAHHH!!! that's what it's all about baby mother FUCK!

fuck this fucking guy is right! how dare he make Chip fold so quick and make a fuckin lavender coffee!! son of a bitch! i hope he drowns in it ! i love him !

EMMA D'ARCY IS AT EVERY WEDDING! I also did find out from a bartender that i love and trust that negroni sbagliatos taste terrible. i can't confirm this for myself i did not try it but i do feel like based on what's in it, probably yeah.

I think wildly enough that poll went to frisbee that fucking plate or don't destroy either. I went with it as a sort of trolley problem for chip LMAO-- Like letting the Cat do it's thing was not pulling the lever, and putting the plate back inside was like well this is what i'd normally do. And listen plants can grow back.

But to be honest in the original concept of Just Dropped that plate was getting yeeted out the fucking window it was gonna be . so sad.

EXACTLY MAN!! EXACTLY WITH THE BREATHING EASY-- I just think it's very special with the way Carmen constantly pedestals her, including in this chapter, and it's like my guy she thinks you're inspiring and calming ! get it together!

Chip is a DIY queen too i KNOW her boards are crazy. she's making a new one every two seconds frfrfr

COMEDIC RELIEF BUT STILL I THINK SO MUCH CHARACTER / LORE REVEALED I really liked that bit. I told y'all I'd tackle the handyman beef eventually!!

Listen Uncle Lee showing up was the FIRST thing Chip asked Jimmy about I knew damn well I had to put him in there and really just fucking. GRREEEAAAHHHHHH. I have a lot of. personal anger. about. his whole being. i would just fucking.... It was therapy honestly, for me, to write this motherfucker getting taken to motherfucking task.

CHIP STAYS ON TOP! And she brings everyone up with her too i love my baby

and 100% AS CHIP SAID MAN THINK ON IT FOR TWO FUCKING SECONDS OF C OU R SE RICHIE WOULD'VE SAID SOMETHING IF HE HAD EVEN AN INKLING CARMEN WAS FEELIN A TYPE OF WAY.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR THOUGHTS AGAIN IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT I HOPE YOU LIKE THE NEXT ONE DROPPING AT 11 PM EST YEEHAW LOVE YOU BYE!!

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

OC Interview: Kit Cross

Tagged by @incognito-insomniac​ to put these together for the babes. I'm doing them all separately because it's quite long.

Tagging: @direwombat @noetikat @roofgeese @confidentandgood @natesofrellis @funkypoacher @strangefable @perhapsrampancy @adelaidedrubman @sstewyhosseini @strafethesesinners @derelictheretic @marivenah @lethal-justice @purplehairsecretlair and anyone else who wants to give this a go (no pressure as always)

Wheaty pushed the microphone in front of her face. “Go on Dep, your audience awaits."

Kit stared at him with an ever deepening scowl. “Do we really have to do this? I got Peggies to deal with.”

“It’s a morale boost. People wanna know about the hero of Hope County.”

“Fine. But don’t ever call me that again.”

Name?

“Kit.”

“Full name?”

“Well damn, if anyone’s heard the radio calls with John they already know my real name.”

“Just -”

“Kathleen Cross. I prefer Kit though.”

Are you single?

She sighed, the answer was complicated...”Yeah.”

Are you happy?

“We’re fighting a doomsday cult. What do you think?”

Are you angry?

She cocked an eyebrow. Was this even worth her time at this point?

“Seriously?”

Wheaty placed his hand over the microphone. “Come on, work with me.”

“Well I have WRATH carved into my chest for all to see, so yeah, I guess so."

Are your parents still married?

“Yep.”

Birth place?

“Fort Benning, Georgia.”

“Wait, why don’t you have an accent?”

“We moved when I was six months old.”

Hair color?

“Red.”

Eye color?

“Blue.”

Birthday?

“November 14, 1986.”

Mood?

“Annoyed.”

“Generally or just right now?”

[Dead Air]

Gender?

“Female.”

Summer or winter?

“Summer. At least then I can go camping comfortably.”

Morning or afternoon?

“Morning. Got the whole day ahead of me then.”

=EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE=

Are you in love?

“No.”

Do you believe in love at first sight?

“About as much as I believe in guardian angels.”

Who ended your last relationship?

“Me.”

“Why?”

[Dead Air]

Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

“Absolutely.” Her eyes fell to the floor, she wasn’t going to add any further detail.

Are you afraid of commitments?

“No. If I was, I wouldn’t be putting my neck on the line every day, now would I?”

Have you hugged someone within the last week?

“No.”

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

“Lord help them if I did.”

“What about John?”

She scoffed, “He was hardly secretive about it. Wouldn’t call it admiration either, more like obsession.”

Have you ever broken your own heart?

“More often than I care to think about.” She dragged her cross pendant across her chain back and forth.

=SIX CHOICES=

Love or lust?

“Love.”

Lemonade or iced tea?

“Iced tea.”

Cats or dogs?

“Cats.” A small grin tugged at her lips.

A few best friends or many regular friends?

“A few best friends. To be honest, the less social interaction the better.”

Wild night out or romantic night in?

“Night in. Not necessarily romantic though. I’m not one for partying.”

Day or night?

“Night. The stars and the moon have always been my preference.”

=FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS=

Been caught sneaking out?

“Nope.”

Fallen down/up the stairs?

“Nope.”

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?

“Every goddamn day.”

Wanted to disappear?

“That’s why I moved here. Guess that blew up in my face.”

=FOUR PREFERENCES=

Smile or eyes?

”Eyes.”

Shorter or taller?

She paused, biting her lower lip. “Taller.”

Intelligence or attraction?

“Need to have both to make it work.”

Hook-up or relationship?

“Relationship.”

=FAMILY=

Do you and your family get along?

She clenched her jaw, and cracked her neck. “Next question.”

“Oh come on.”

“Next question.”

Would you say you have a “messed up life”?

“Do I have to bring up the WRATH on my chest again?”

Have you ever run away from home?

“Was tempted to once. Never went through with it though.”

Have you ever gotten kicked out?

“In a way.”

=FRIENDS=

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

“I’m not close enough with anyone to call them friends or to hate them.”

Do you consider all of your friends good friends?

“What did I just say?”

“Sorry.”

Who is your best friend?

“Don’t have one. I mean I guess if I had to say the closest thing to a friend I have is in Joey.”

Who knows everything about you?

“No one. I’d prefer to keep it that way.”

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 679

McCoy

McCoy pulled his jacket tighter around himself as he and Scotty began their walk into town. A cold wind was blowing and he hoped that walking quickly would warm him up faster.

“Want to stop for ice cream?” he chuckled as he asked Scotty.

Scotty looked over at him, then rolled his eyes.

“Let’s just get this done quick.”

“Oh fine,” McCoy pretended to pout. “But it’s been so long since we got to go anywhere just by ourselves. No guards, no friends, not on campus or the palace grounds.”

“Do ye really want ice cream in this weather Len?”

McCoy laughed. “No. But you probably know somewhere we can get hot chocolate or tea.”

“Aye. Maybe,” Scotty said mysteriously.

“We don’t want to be suspicious just going to one place after all,” McCoy pointed out.

“It’s probably suspicious we’re out at all,” Scotty pointed out. “We’ve not been out in months.”

“True,” McCoy agreed. “Well, we’ll just have to have a nice normal outing like we used to.”

Scotty stopped walking next to him. “Have we ever had a normal outing?”

“Oh. Well. Umm. When we came with the others. That wasn’t always so bad.” McCoy was about to add their outings in Aberdeen, but clamped his mouth shut remembering the reporter who had come to the Scott’s house.

“Come on.” McCoy gave Scotty’s arm a tug. “It’s cold anyway. Not as many people are out. Less people will notice us.”

A little while later Scotty led the way into a shop.

“Good morning,” a woman behind the counter called as they entered.

“Hello,” McCoy answered politely.

“Can I help?”

“I'm looking for a new PADD,” McCoy answered.

“Right this way,” the woman said and stepped out from behind the counter. “Hmm. Have you been in before? You look familiar.”

McCoy sensed Scotty tense beside him, but McCoy smiled easily at her.

“I have one of those faces,” he said lightly. “People always say that.”

“Well then,” the woman smiled. “Here you are. We’ve got a range of options. Are you looking for something in particular?”

“Something to get the job done,” McCoy smiled again.

“Are you mainly using it for school work?”

“Mostly.” McCoy had to bite his tongue not to laugh at that moment.

“This one’s good for a student. From over at the academy are you?” she asked, while pointing to one of the devices.

McCoy nodded, then glanced over at Scotty.

“Is that one good?”

“May I see it?” Scotty asked.

“Of course.” The woman handed it to him.

Scotty was quiet for a few moments as he concentrated on the device. Finally he looked up and nodded.

“It’ll work.”

“Anything else you boys need?”

“Nope. That’ll do it,” McCoy said.

“Alright. Come on over and we’ll get this rung up and have you on your way.” The woman led the way back to her counter.

“You boys be careful walking around with that much money on you,” she warned, catching sight as McCoy pulled out the credits to pay her.

“Always am,” McCoy smiled. “Thank you for your help.”

“Of course,” the woman said. “Oh! I know who it is you remind me of!”

“And who’s that?” McCoy asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.

“The prince they’re always writing about! I’ve just gone blank on his name,” the woman frowned, thinking. “He goes to the academy they say.” Suddenly her eyes widened at McCoy. “You are him! Oh my goodness! I should have—”

McCoy waved a hand at her, and shook his head.

“It’s fine,” he said quickly. “I prefer not being recognized. Makes life a little easier. Thanks again,” he said, picking up the bag she had loaded the PADD into.

Back outside, McCoy didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or not. The time in the shop had felt slightly surreal.

“Want to head back or get something hot to drink?” he asked Scotty, his voice still light with his amusement.

Part 680

Scotty

Both boys were still very surprised that the woman in the shop hadn't recognized Leonard at first, but it had been a welcome experience.

Scotty had led his fiancé into a wee cafe he knew, knowing that Leonard was right about it being suspicious if they only went to one place.

Now the two of them were enjoying hot chocolate and some waffles. They sat in the back of the cafe where no one else was sitting. No peering eyes. Just some peace.

"This is really good," the prince said, mouth half full, and Scotty chuckled softly.

"I knew that ye'd like it."

He smiled, watching his love lovingly. Leonard was just so bonnie.

"Ye've... got some crumbs on yer face. Right there."

Scotty pointed at the corner of his fiancé's mouth, but Leonard acted clumsy.

"What? Where?"

Instead of using his fingers, the prince licked his lips, but didn't quite reach the crumbs.

Scotty just rolled his eyes, before he cast a furtive glance around them. Nobody was watching the pair. So he quickly leaned forward and licked the crumbs away, before pressing his lips onto Leonard's.

When their lips parted again, Scotty could see the blush on his fiancé's face and he knew that his own probably looked just the same.

"Thanks," Leonard whispered, a grin on his lips and Scotty nodded at him, clearing his throat.

"So... what are we going to do after this, mo ghràdh?"

The grin on Leonard's face grew even wider and he chuckled.

"I have some ideas of what we could do in our room. But... I think we should stay in town a bit longer."

Scotty raised an eyebrow.

"Really now? I thought it's way too cold outside for ye?"

He got a shrug for an answer and Leonard took a sip of his hot chocolate, before he spoke again.

"Normal outing, remember?"

Okay... if he wanted a normal outing, then Leonard should get it.

When they returned to school, Leonard was shivering. Scotty had shown him various monuments at town and then they had visited the forest. They had been out for two or three hours.

"Hope ye liked the tour, love," Scotty said with a wink and Leonard nodded, acting like he didn't care about the cold.

"S-s-sure. It was g-g-great."

Now they just needed to warm up.

The boys quickly got upstairs to their room and Scotty placed the bag he had carried with him, next to his bed. The new PADD was really good and would surely help with their plan.

"How long until lunch?" Leonard asked, taking off his coat.

Scotty glanced at the clock on his nightstand.

"An hour."

With a sigh, the prince let himself fall onto his bed.

"Good. Enough time to relax."

He was still shivering and Scotty smiled, when a thought crossed his mind.

"How about... we warm up a bit?"

His fiancé looked over at him and smiled too, rolling onto his side, making space.

"Well then... get in."

But Scotty glanced the other way, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I had something else on my mind. How about... a hot shower?"

Leonard looked honestly surprised at first, but eventually his smile brightened.

"Say no more."

[trashcanbutcute]

Icarus Dark.

17 years old; Seventh year of Hogwarts.

April 18th; Capricorn; INTJ.

He/Him

Straight.

Pure Blood.

Manchester, England.

Slytherin. The sorting hat barely touched his head and it immediately screamed SLYTHERIN.

Black hair, piercing blue eyes, a perpetual serious expression and a very pale skin.

Very closed off, Icarus prefers to talk only when absolutely necessary. When he does talk, it's usually in a condescending tone, as if he knows he is better than you but doesn't feel the need to explain why. He has a very stern, no nonsense attitude. He hates beating around the bush, you either say what you want or don't say anything at all.

He absolutely despises wasting time. He values his time, it's basically the saying “Time is money”. So if you won't help him or be useful, you can see yourself out.

He himself isn't sure how he has a friend, he knows his attitude is not the most approachable. So imagine his surprise when a fellow Slytherin basically adopted him. He just took one look at him and said "oh poor thing" and yoink, adopted. I imagine their friendship to be like Manny and Sid have, from Ice Age? Where one is serious and just "leave me alone" while the other is stupid and “awn you don't mean that, you jokester”. (I'll make a post about him probably,,)

The Dark family is famous for almost preaching it's purity for all to hear. They will carry this to. their. grave. Beng the only son of the family, Icarus has been pressured to not fuck this up ever since he was little. His two older sisters ditched their family and left them behind immediately after they turned 18, marrying and running away with their spouses to never come back. Icarus then grew an intense hatred for his sisters, growing up with the assumption they left him behind to suffer in the hand of their family in their place. Because of this he has a hard time trusting people.

He carries the family name, so his parents pressures him into marrying immediately. Arranging dates, forming deals with other families, introduce their daughters to Icarus. But he doesn't care about marriage, he thinks it's pointless. Even if he succumbs to his family constant nagging and marry they will never leave him alone. He knows that the moment he marries, his family will pressure him to have children.

His name actually came before his backstory lol. I imagine that he will go so far to make his family proud that will "fly to close to the sun" and just hurt himself in the process. Stretch himself so thin to please his family there will eventually be nothing left.

I imagine his style to be a mix between Dark Academia and Royalcore.

He will never admit it but he is absolutely in love with muggle poetry. He adores the way muggles take such simplistic things such as the sound of the rain, the changing of colors in the transition between season, the sky and the stars and find a much deeper meaning. When muggles make mundane things seem straight out of a fantasy book. They make life seem so magical, which is ironic, because they don't even know magic exists!

He is VERY cynical. He acts in his own self interest and doesn't understand the way others will throw away everything they have for something so trivial like friends and family.

A lover of tea and an enjoyer of fine dining.

Wears only the most expensive of colognes. Likes scented candles, favorite scent being lavender (he is a basic bitch, fight me).

He would excel in Potions, Spells and Charms, History of Magic and, surprisingly, Care of Magical Creatures.

He doesn't care about flying lessons because, in his words, "It's utter rubbish, why learn to fly on a broom if we are perfectly capable of apparating?”

He absolutely hates Herbology and Divinations; Herbology is messy, the Mandrakes are so loud and his plants never grow so he got petty. Divinations is mostly because of Professor Trelawney, he truly believes she doesn't know what she's talking about and is making everything up on the spot, but also because he thinks it's stupid, because it's so difficult to get precise results, it's so open to interpretation you could say there isn't any, and it's just so trivial, like, why would we even have this as a class?

Songs that describe his ✨ v i b e ✨ is Reflections, by Toshifumi Hinata; Carol of the Bells, instrumental version; Merry Go Round of Life. .