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jaxonkreide · 7 years

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one of my friends has been slowly pushing me towards Kingdom Hearts, but I still don't know much about the games ;u; still, i'm gonna shove into your inbox 7, 18, 20, 27, and 36!

You should definitely give Kingdom Hearts a try haha :D The story is really confusing and cheesy from time to time, but just??? So good????

hey so like

if you ask me things about kingdom hearts I’m like 100% guaranteed to ramble so like

everything under the cut

7. when did you first start playing kh

ohhhhhh a hard question!! I think I first found out about Kingdom Hearts in 2010?? Well, it was the time I started watching LPs. Two to be exactly precise. By two different people. One of them was FFX and the other FFXII. At one point I had seen the LPs of the two guys until the most current parts and so I grew bored and I checked what other games they had played, because I just really liked those guys. Both had LPs of this game named “Kingdom Hearts”?? I had no idea what that meant at all, so I google translated the title lol and decided that if both of those guys had decided to do an LP of this game it just HAD to be good. Yep yep. That’s not how I first “played” it per se, but that’s how I got to know it.

I don’t even know which Kingdom Hearts game was the first one I played??? I think I might have gotten 1 and 2 after those LPs I saw…. and when I got my 3DS I bought Re:coded with it……. the first Kingdom Hearts game I played when it came out tho was DDD in 2012

18.favorite game in the series

ok, so there are multiple ones for me here rip

So I’d like to say that 358/2 Days is my kh game overall, but I gotta face that the combat is this one is pretty shit compared to others. I feel like I still like the combat system of it more than the rest of the fandom and am quite good with it, but there are better ones than that. But Days definitely wins when it comes to story for me #RIPXion ;n; I’ll never forget her……..

Then there is KH re:coded. Which is probably the worst when it comes to the story, but I remember playing this game for hours on end, just because I thought of the gameplay of that one to be so enjoyable? I don’t really know if I’ll count it to my faves tho, I haven’t played it in a long time and I feel like my nostalgia is counting towards this too much

Honestly if it comes to gameplay my favorite is probably Kingdom Hearts 2. It’s just a solid thing that lets you basically play through the game without really having to do anything else than pressing X and I really like that simplicity. (I’m looking at you chain of memories and your really complicated card system >:c also partly at Birth by Sleep and DDD, because in those games you’re pretty much forced to always care about your skills and it’s no thing to just casually play without any thought)

So yeah, Days is my story favorite while KH2 is my gameplay favorite as well as story 2nd fave. Third favorite story is BbS

20.hopes for kingdom hearts 3

#BRINGXIONBACK2K18

that’s all. All my hopes for KH3 are that they please for the love of god bring Xion back. LET PEOPLE REMEMBER HER. LET HER EAT ICECREAM AGAIN. INTRODUCE HER TO ROXAS’ BUDDIES HAYNER, PENCE AND OLETTE. LET HER LAUGH ABOUT STUPID THINGS WITH ROXAS AND AXEL

27.favourite boss theme

SO I HAVE TWO

First there is Darkness of the Unknown which is the boss battle for the final boss of KH2, Xemnas (here’s a link) (ALSO there is this cool rock version someone made that I really like so I’m gonna link that one as well lol I remember really loving that one in the past;;)

And Vector to the Heavens which is Xions final boss theme from days! (Here’s a link to that)

(and basically all the other final boss themes rip, but those two are my favorite!)

36.favourite song

Two again, haha :’D This series has too great music!!!

Well so the first is most definitely Dearly Beloved!!! Any of the versions honestly, but if I had to choose my favorite dearly beloved is probably the one from DDD?? (here’s a link to all the versions)

And secondly!!! Musique pour la Tristesse de Xion which is Xion’s theme :P Do you notice that I like Xion like A LOT? (here’s a link to that!!) (+ a version where someone wrote lyrics for it and I could cry everytime rip)

But honestly it’s hard to choose, because the music is just overall really great??? The Other Promise is also really great……. Rikus theme is definitely also 100% top notch. I remember just starting to play re:coded, going in the riku boss fight and then just listening to the music…. honestly same with the roxas boss fight and the other promise lol

These games just have to good music and I didn’t even talk about Passion and Simple and Clean yet. Which are also like two real good songs??? And let’s not forget the Simple and Clean - Ray of Hope MIX??????????? THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD ONE GOSH DARN I REMEMBER FIRST SEEING THAT 0.2 OPENING NOT TO LONG AGO AND JUST LOVING EVERY SECOND OF THIS SONG??????

Currently I’ve been playing a lot of KH Union Cross (the KH mobile game)……………….

#mango......... thanks for making it possible for me to just ramble......#and gush about these games #I love them so much ;v;#all of them #no matter their fighting system or story #there is at least one thing I love about each of these games #heck more than one thing honestly #they're just Good #ask te jaxon #kingdom hearts #kh #and especially xion #xion is especially good

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vallentinerry · 3 years

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Maths Class

Y/N/N = your nickname

Where Y/N is having a bad day and a boy from Maths Class makes it all better.

wordcount: 1k+

[masterlist]

It was a Monday and so far your day has been bad in every language possible.

To start off you woke up late, you forgot to do your Maths homework, you missed the bus, had to run from your house to school, haven't eaten breakfast nor dinner from the night before and you forgot your lunch.

Amazing right?

So here you are walking to your second class since you didn't make the first class.

You took a seat at the back hoping you could do your Maths homework while your Maths teacher was teaching.

That was until a boy plopped next to you. You ignored him and kept doing your homework.

The class has began and you finished as the teacher said "pass your homework".

You sighed at your seat happy that was over.

The lecture began and you just stared at the whiteboard feeling the hunger creep in.

"Um. Hi." the boy next to you tapped your shoulder. You faced him with a poker face as he beamed at you.

"Are you okay? You don't look too well.... Oh I didn't mean that to sound rude I just meant you looked horrible—oh my god. I'm so sorry." He rambled.

"You're fine. And yeah I am." You gave him a small smile.

"Oh uh... Wait." he said reaching for something in his bag.

"Here you go." He placed a container of strawberries at your lap making you look down.

"What's this for?"

"I thought you might be hungry. Here. I promise I didn't poison it." He swore.

"That's suspicious. "

"I'm not lying to you."

"Thank you... Uh do you want some too? Well it is yours." you offered.

"Okay." He shrugged and the both of you sneakily snacked the entire maths.

"Oh by the way, I'm Harry." He whispers to you.

"That's such a white boy name."

"Heyyyyy..."

"You are white so." You shrugged.

"True. What's your name?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." You smiled fully making him smile too.

"It's only fair. I gave you strawberries and my name."

"Did I ask for it?" You fired back.

"It's called being polite thank you very much."

"Well you don't have to be polite. Polite can be boring. I promise I won't tell anyone you're not."

"Were making alot of promises today." He chuckles and you smiled nodding.

As the both of you wanted to go back to your banter the bell rang.

"Don't forget to do your homework at page 340!" your professor reminds.

"Well it was nice to meet you Harry. Its y/n by the way. " You smiled handing him back the container and you went out the door.

"Y/N!" A voice said behind you making you stop your scooter to see Harry catching up with you in his scooter too.

"Oh hi." you said when he reached you.

"Hi." the both of you stood there looking at each other when he finally cleared his throat.

"Do you want to....ride together?" He said confusing his words.

"Sure let's ride." You chuckled shaking your head.

"Sooo... How have you been?" Harry tries to make a conversation.

"Oh you know. Dying." you nod.

"Okie then.."

"How have you been?" You question back.

"Mediocre. I'm excited to go to a Cascada concert at Saturday though." He smiles at the thought.

"Well that's proper cool."

"I know. Its my first concert."

The both of you rode with silence appreciating the weather.

Once you reached school, the both of you took off your helmets and locked your scooters at the stand.

"Oh and y/n?" Harry said before you entered the entrance.

"Yeah?"

"W-would you like to eat with me later?"

"Sure. See you at maths tomorrow." you smiled and went in.

"Hi." Harry said sitting down beside you putting his bag down.

"Hello." you nod.

He placed 2 mango shakes in front of the both of you.

He got the straws and put it poked it through the cap doing the same with his and handed it to you.

"Here. I was running a bit late and this was all I could make." He smiled offering the cup.

"Th-thank you. You didn't have to though." you took the cup.

"I know but I wanted to." he shrugged and the both of you took a sip.

"Oh wow this really good." you commented.

"Thanks." that was the last word said before your professor came in.

For the past 3 months Harry has been bringing food everyday in maths class and the both of you would eat your lunch at the football field.

Not only that but he's been riding the scooter with you everyday to school.

"Y/N/N!" you hear a shout at your back.

You closed your locker and turned to see Harry running towards you with a giddy smile.

He came towards you and engulfed you with a bear hug.

"Hello to you too." you giggled embracing him back.

"Guess what?" He pulled back from the hug.

"What?"

"I got at the honor students in Maths! Can you believe it?!" He exclaimed.

"I can actually yeah. I'm so happy for you!" You laughed hugging him again.

Ever since the bringing of food to Maths class has happened he always talked about how he was struggling with Maths and you were good at it so you helped.

"And its all because of my very smart best mate!" He giggled picking you up and shook you side to side.

"Why thank you." You said when he brought you down.

"Seriously thank you really y/n my mum will be so happy." He said gripping your shoulders.

"It's nothing. I'm happy you're happy." You shrugged.

"Oh. And since I got higher grades its your turn take me out right?" He hopefully said.

"In your dreams what's your average?" you questioned.

"You first."

"No."

"Fine. Drum roll please..."

"Just get over it Harry." you rolled your eyes.

"95." He breathe out.

"Good for you."

"And yours...?"

"Oh god." you said breathing heavy.

"Well..."

"97!" You did a happy dance.

"Bloody hell!" He groaned.

"Guess you'll be taking me out styles." you wiggled your eyebrows

"Oh I wi— wait are we going on a date?" He mumbled.

"Uh... I mean if you put it that way.." you fiddled with your fingers.

"I do put it that way."

"Then I guess we are." You smiled.

"Can you believe I'm taking out THE Y/N Y/L/N." He exaggerated.

"How lucky you are." You played along.

"I am lucky." He said seriously. Making you blush.

You were about to reply when the bell ringed.

"I'll see you at Maths?" He smiled.

"Yeah. Maths class." You returned the smile.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #high school harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #blurbs #one direction #louis tomilson #niall horan #liam payne #zayn malik #fluffers #highschool!h #myasshurts

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mango-bango-bby · 3 years

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hi mango! i really like your works so much! may i req maybe a scenario of yandere akaashi with darling who miss their friends/family and miss being outside? so he has to remind them that they shouldn't feel that way because they don't need anyone else, just him only. thankyou so much!!

♡ Pushover ♡

(A/N: I feel like all my fics have been turning out bad lately but I can’t tell if it’s actually true or my insecurities. Idk just felt like getting that out there, so hopefully it’s all in my head and this doesn’t suck!! Enjoy!!)

Summary: You miss the outside world and your friends and family. Akaashi absolutely despises seeing you in pain and comforts you (Yan!Akaashi x GN!Reader)

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You bring your hand up to your eyes, furiously wiping tears from your red eyes. You feel like you’ve been crying for hours, possibly even more than when Akaashi first kidnapped you. You only continue to sob, small hiccups leaving your mouth every once and a while.

“Darling?” Akaashi drawls, reaching out across the bed for you so he can take you back into his arms. He normally becomes very needy for cuddles at night, like right now. He likes to hold you in his arms as he sleeps or feel you up against him. Akaashi sleepily pops open one eye to be met with your soaked face and puffy eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He mutters, moving to cradle your face in his hands. You only whimper in response, not wanting to bring your voice to talk. He truly hates seeing you upset, he was in so much pain during the first month or two you were here. Watching you sob and cry hurt him possibly more than it hurt you. Who wouldn’t be in pain watching their love cry?

You gulp slightly before speaking. “I- I wanna go home” You mutter, crawling closer to Akaashi’s chest and gripping onto his shirt for comfort. Akaashi only lets out a sad sigh, gently rubbing circles on your back to steady your cries. “I thought we had gotten over this, love” He murmurs. You just hold closer to him, you may still miss the outside but now you actually look for Akaashi’s comfort. Unlike in the beginning.

“N- Not like that” You sniffle “I miss going outside, a-and my friends and family” your voice begins to break as you speak “I wanna see the sky again and the grass and f-flowers, I-” You cut of your rambling by squishing your face into captors chest, feeling your body become less tense as he rubs your back and gently shushes you.

“Shh, calm down, love. Breathe in, breathe out” Akaashi shushes, breathing in a steady way while waiting for you to join. You begin breathing with his breathes, your sobbing calming down and your trembling disappearing.

“I understand that you miss people, darling. But, you know that I’m all you need” Akaashi says calmly before continuing “It’s not that I don’t trust you, I don’t trust them. People will try to hurt you, love. All I want is to protect you and keep you happy” Akaashi thinks for a moment before continuing, “And, if you really want to go outside, I’m sure that I could take you out with me sometime”

You raise your head at his words, meeting your face with his. Even with a runny nose, puffy eyes, and tear stained cheeks, you’re still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life. You whisper a small “really?”, looking at him with large hopeful eyes.

“Yes” Akaashi confirms, only making more tears flow from your eyes. This time in happiness. “I’ll take you out with me sometime, but not where other people will be and I’ll make sure that you’re safe” He says, hugging you back as you grin into his chest.

Akaashi knows he probably shouldn’t give you everything you want but he’s a pushover for you. And, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ Thank you for reading, darling!!

#yandere haikyuu #soft yandere #yandere x reader #yandere!akaashi #yandere akaashi x reader #yandere akaashi #yandere keiji #yandere!keiji #yandere keiji x reader

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chosonore · 3 years

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part one | oblivion

oblivion [noun. the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one]

pairing: kamo noritoshi/f!reader

summary: your relationship with noritoshi was like a game of cat and mouse; no matter how hard you tried to escape from him, he would always find his way back to you.

wordcount: 3.9k

content/warnings: friends to enemies to lovers, language, noritoshi is kind of a dick but i promise it gets better so please don’t lose faith in him, we’re not strictly following the manga timeline bc while i am reading it, i do have a goldfish brain, lowercase intended

a/n: hello, here’s the first installment of my sanguine series! it’s the prequel of this drabble (nsfw) i wrote the other week while i was working on the outline of the fic. it’s a little slow burn because i wanted to spend some more time exploring their relationship and the groundwork for it, so yeah. i’ll try to update it regularly, but since i’ve only planned five parts for sanguine, it might take a while bc i want to take my time with it. if you want to stay updated with the series, i’ll post the masterlist to it shortly! i do hope you enjoy it though :) and stay safe, everybody! [tagging @sukirichi the sukuna to my yuuji, who just gets spammed when i start rambling about my aus but always screams with me (´• ω •`)]

masterlist - next

"y/n!" you look up to see miwa storming towards you, thrusting a book in your direction. "could you- could you please give this to noritoshi? i borrowed this book from him like a week ago and if i don't return this anytime soon, i think he's gonna kill me."

scowling at her, you look at the book in disdain. you wanted to avoid crossing paths with noritoshi as much as possible and miwa was well aware that you didn't like hi-

"please," miwa pleaded again, taking your hands and placing the book in it. "i'm really scared of him. he always looks like he's going to shoot me soon. even todo is pretty nice if you don't interrupt his takada-chan time!"

you sighed in annoyance, you just couldn't say no. ever since coming to the kyoto metropolitan curse tech, miwa and you had been pretty close because you strongly disliked the other students. most of them were arrogant and stuck-up, thinking they were better than the other; the two that belonged to the three clans were even worse. on your first day here you'd promptly gotten into a fight with mai, disliking how haughty she was and trying to prove everyone that she was better than them. much to your chagrin, the fight ended in a tie.

"fine, but you owe me some mango," miwa's face lit up in relief and she gave you a thumbs up before dashing to her room, most likely to escape noritoshi's wrath. you inspected the book. was it even worth returning it? maybe you could just throw it in the trash. if noritoshi ever found out, he'd kill miwa first and then you. you let out another sigh before making your way towards the training grounds. he most likely was outside to practice, either with one of the guys or alone. as you were nearing the training grounds, you could already hear the sound of arrows whistling and the dull thuds of them hitting the target. it was hard to spot him through all the trees; you weren't entirely sure where he was. your ears perked up when you heard him release another arrow until you realized that it was heading your way. this bastard. fortunately, you were able to slash the arrow clean in the middle, angrily pointing your sword in his direction. you still couldn't see him anywhere.

"you fucking idiot! you could've killed me," you snarled, stomping deeper into the forest. an amused laugh echoed through the trees.

"you're acting like i can't control my arrows. it's not my fault you let your guard down," noritoshi retorted smugly, lowering his bow as he saw you approaching. you were fuming, hurling the book at him. how dare he? you watched with satisfaction as it hit him square in the chest - who was caught off guard now, huh? he deserved it anyways.

"miwa asked me to return your book," you curtly explained and turned back around to leave but apparently, noritoshi had other plans. instead of saying anything else, he just followed you which unsettled you even more.

"stop following me."

"who said i was following you? i'm just going back to the dorms. i'm sorry you can't handle me being near you."

you whirled around, sword pointing dangerously close to his neck. he smirked at you triumphantly, it was just too easy to get a rouse out of you. "another word and i'll cut you, seriously. you're pissing me off," you gritted your teeth, hating that you always fell for his stupid games. he knew you all to well, what made you angry, what made you happy, what motivated you. once upon a time, you'd thought the same about him; until he changed so rapidly, so unlike your expectations. you were worlds apart and yet you'd reserved an ounce of hope that he wouldn't turn out to be as arrogant as the clan heads. swift as the wind, noritoshi grabbed your wrist, dragging it upwards and towards him until he could lean down to you. your heartbeat sped up - holy shit why was he so close to you - and you froze in shock.

"i'd like to see you try, princess," he whispered in your ear, the grip on your wrist tightening. "you wouldn't dare to."

the first time you met noritoshi, he was sitting outside in the garden with his mum. both seemed to have a good time. noritoshi's hair was tousled from the soft summer breeze and he had a soft smile on his face, happily munching away on the snacks that were displayed on the table. while he looked friendly enough, you were wary of meeting and talking to him because you felt kind of queasy around the kamo family. you couldn’t quite place a finger on the feeling, the older members of the family intimidating you to no end. much to your dismay, you felt like you had to be watchful - your parents worked for the kamo family, so naturally the apartment you lived in was close to the estate. you avoided any run ins with the adults, they weren’t exactly friendly to you. noritoshi’s mum had befriended your mum and they spent a lot of time together when possible. and yet you’d never met noritoshi before, seeing how busy he was with his various classes.

the fit that you threw, not wanting to tag along with your mum, was long forgotten when you’d spotted the jar of cookies on the table. before your mum could react, you pulled your hand away from hers and quickly ran towards it. “hello miss!” you greeted enthusiastically, your eyes shining at the sight of the sweets. “my name is y/n! i’m here with my mum and i uhm… could i have some of the cookies? please?” when your mum finally caught up to you, she scolded you quietly and greeted the other two, taking a seat beside noritoshi’s mum. you pouted, immediately climbing on her lap as you refused to sit next to the boy. his mum handed you a cookie which you happily took and thanked her politely. noritoshi was curiously eyeing you; it wasn’t often that he saw other children around his age and he didn’t have any friends to play with. his everyday life revolved around reading books, studying, taking archery classes and sometimes spending time with his mum. noritoshi barely even knew what fun was - he’d only ever felt at peace when he was around his mum.

“y/n, sweetie, why don’t you go and play with noritoshi?” your mum prompted but you immediately shook your head, hiding your face in her chest. she simply laughed and shook her head, brushing your hair back softly. “come on, noritoshi is really nice. you can be his friend one day, right? didn’t i tell you that friends are important?”

you frowned. then huffed. when she worded it like this, there was no way you could refuse. the cartoon that you religiously watched featured a group of friends that went on adventures and helped each other out. you’d told your mum that you wanted to be like that too! begrudgingly, you slid off her lap and trudged towards noritoshi who looked at you with big eyes. you held your hand out, waiting for him to shake it. “my name is y/n. uhm… nice to meet you,” you shyly whispered, eyes darting away from him.

it took a while until noritoshi reacted, shaking your hand gently and answering: “hello y/n, i’m noritoshi.”

much to your surprise, noritoshi was actually fun to be around with. he showed you his collection of books, the bow that he was practicing with and you often played the card game you’d received for your birthday together. he was smart and witty, often explaining you things that he’d read in a book but he was also attentive when he listened to you ramble about the other kids in school or when you told him about the cartoon that you were watching. for you, noritoshi was becoming your best friend - for noritoshi, you were his first friend. he cherished you and how unabashedly true to yourself you were. spending time with you was something he looked forward to; you always made him laugh and you didn’t care whether he lived up to the kamo family name or not. to you, he was simply noritoshi. you were like a fresh breeze of air in his life.

noritoshi didn't quite understand why the elders were always so hard on him, so strict and unrelenting. they expected only the best results from him and didn't show any understanding when he exhausted. he didn't enjoy practice anymore, the lessons becoming a chore and burden on his mind. but whenever he saw your face light up at his newly acquired skills, he thought it was worth the trouble. you came to visit him everyday after school, never skipping a day. sometimes he questioned why you weren't visiting your friends from school but you shook your head, poking his chest indignantly. "you're my best friend, 'toshi. of course i'd want to spend more time with you." noritoshi was glad you always chose him, without fail.

even though your parents had always warned you to be careful around noritoshi because his family was strict and didn't like outside influences distracting the heir, you never really strayed from his side. noritoshi didn't have any other friends, who would keep him company or listen to his troubles then? you didn't understand why your parents were suddenly going back on their word. they'd always told you that family and friends were important. you couldn't pinpoint your feelings for him - but your parents saw it. it was obvious; the stars in your eyes when you looked at him, the slight blush on your cheeks when he complimented you and how happy you were when you got to spend time with him. the more time you spent with him, the more they were worried for you.

"'toshi!" you yelled in excitement as you ran towards him, waving wildly. he dropped his bow and turned to you, a soft smile gracing his lips as he opened his arms to hug you. you squeezed him tightly. two weeks you hadn't seen him due to a school trip after which you got sick and weren't able to leave the house. you'd missed him a lot and you were excited to show him the souvenirs you brought him.

"look, i bought you an omamori!" you handed him the small object, then pointing on your bag to show him the one you'd bought for yourself. "i got myself a matching one too! my teacher said it wards off evil spirits and brings you luck." noritoshi's smile was bright, so bright. he was happy you thought of him and were always kind to him. your eyes widened as he leaned in to kiss your cheek before thanking you. the two of you were blushing, neither saying a word but not minding what had just happened.

the day noritoshi's mother left the estate was the day you were slowly starting to lose him. noritoshi grew more forlorn and didn't seem to easily find joy in anything anymore. the departure left a deep, deep gap in his heart. it had shocked him deep to the core when she left him. him. why couldn't she stay? why did she leave him when she was the only person who protected him, loved him? she did say that she was hindering his growth but who was she to decide that? he didn't want to become stronger, didn't want to protect other people like she'd told him to. he wanted to stay with her. "'toshi? 'toshi!" a concerned voice broke through his trance, pulling him back into reality. "i asked you a question! you weren't even listening to me."

you were pouting at him, tugging at his sleeve impatiently. noritoshi apologized, patting your head to soothe your temper. "what do you want to do in the future? mum said it's important to work towards your dreams!" you asked him curiously, grasping his hand to hold it. the gesture filled him with indescribable warmth, drawing him in like a moth to the flames. "my mum said i have a special power, i can heal people! i want to become a doctor in the future, so i can help everyone that got hurt," you explained to him so earnestly that he felt bad for the lie he was about to tell. noritoshi didn't have big dreams or ambitions just yet. he didn't even know what would be suitable to him - he was strictly following orders, never allowed to think for himself.

but when he looked at you, he only had one wish. "i think… i think i want to help people, protect them. especially those that i love."

with each year passing, you noticed that noritoshi was putting more and more distance between the two of you. at first you'd brushed it off as the stress of his training and number of classes he was attending. but as you spent less and less time together, the weight of the situation didn’t escape you. he was easily irritable, cold and arrogant, often rude towards employees of the kamo estate. every now and then when you’d scold him for being an asshole, he’d simply scoff at you and haughtily ask you how it was any of your business. you sighed, tossing and turning in your bed as you thought about how much noritoshi had changed. it kept you up at night, just thinking about how he wasn’t your ‘toshi anymore. you didn’t know this person. ‘toshi was always gentle and kind, he tended to overthink many things and sometimes he was a little bit of a crybaby but you still loved him regardless. you sneaked out of your room, finally mustering up enough courage to ask your mother for advice. the thought of her discovering your blooming crush on noritoshi was scaring you. your parents were wary around the kamos despite working from them - even more so ever since noritoshi’s mother left and the elders had free reign over her son.

“noritoshi! noritoshi, stop walking away from me! hey, i’m talking to you!” you yelled frustrated as you were trying to keep up with him. noritoshi was crossing the garden in long strides, it was nearly impossible to stop him as you couldn’t catch up to him. you lunged forward, getting hold of his sleeve and tugged him back harshly. noritoshi yanked his arm out of your grip, glaring at you annoyed.

“what do you want from me? i have better things to do than to quibble with you,” he hissed irritated. you couldn’t believe him, he had the nerve to dismiss you like this when he was in the wrong?

“you know exactly what i want from you! you can’t just go around and talk to people like you did before just because they’re not from a reputable family! noritoshi, you’re not any better than them just because your last name is kamo.”

as much as noritoshi scared you, you stood your ground. you knew he didn’t take you serious, not with the amused look he gave you. in the past month or two, noritoshi was suddenly hit by a growth spurt - you barely reached his shoulder now and he took advantage of that to mock you, often treating you like an armrest. he pat your head condescendingly, pouting at you in fake regret. “aw, did i hurt your feelings? did i make itty bitty little y/n sad?” he mocked you, before abruptly grabbing your cheeks to make you look at him. “i don’t care what you think of me, cry all you want. i strongly suggest you hold that sharp tongue of yours if you know what’s good. know your place.”

tears filled your eyes; noritoshi had never talked to you this way. what has gotten into him? your heart broke in pieces, unable to take the pain any longer. you were no longer his equal but below him, much like everyone else.

“mum?” you cautiously knocked at the door of her study, waiting for her response. your mother was most likely still awake and dealing with paperwork like she usually did. upon hearing the affirmative noise she made, you flitted inside, closing the door behind you so your father didn’t catch any wind of this. it was already embarrassing enough and you were sure your mother could offer you better advice. you gingerly took a seat on the armchair, grabbing a pillow and hugging it close to your body. how were you going to approach this? hey mum, i have a crush on noritoshi and he’s weird to me now and i don’t know why? uh yeah mum, i caught feelings for the guy you warned me about and now i look like a fool crawling up to you like this?

“it’s about noritoshi, isn’t it?” your mother interrupted your stream of thought, spinning her swivel chair towards you.

“huh? oh no it isn’t, why would it be? i have-”

“y/n.”

“ugh okay fine, maybe it is about him,” you sighed defeated, of course she would look right through you. she always seemed to know what you were thinking, even when you hadn’t confided in her before. “but promise me you won’t judge me!” the look in your mother’s eyes told you that she was going to judge you regardless but you knew she meant well - she simply wanted the best for you.

“i- i just don’t understand why he’s been such a pain in the ass lately. and he’s been treating everyone like dirt too, including me! mum, he’s becoming someone else and i… i don’t know what to do,” you sniffled inconsolably, wiping at your eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. she wasn’t supposed to see you getting emotional. “he’s always busy and when we do get to see each other, he doesn’t want to spend time with me. what if he doesn’t like me anymore? and i don’t like how he’s treating you! it’s the same issue with the elders, they don’t know any human decency at all!”

your mother motioned you to scoot over a little and sat next to you, wrapping her arms around you and patting your back to console you. while she meant well, it accomplished the opposite - you broke down in tears, unable to stop your sobs. “i just want my ‘toshi back,” you whimpered upset, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the sound of you crying. “i know you didn’t like that i became good friends with him but i couldn’t help it and i just really like him and- you weren’t supposed to find that out.”

“sweetheart, i know you love noritoshi,” she handed you a tissue. “you let a lot more on than you were aware of; dad and me always knew you were in love with him.” as if on cue, your sobbing stopped and you just looked at her in disbelief. she knew. she knew. you wanted the earth to swallow you whole. “i think it was always pretty obvious, to be honest. you always looked at him as if he was your entire world and no matter what happened, you were always by his side. i know it’s hard to accept when a dear friend is changing but sometimes you just have to, right? both of you are still growing, there’s no way of telling how your personalities change.”

“but i don’t want him to change like this,” you protested stubbornly, glaring at her. she was talking about it as if it was a matter of simply discarding a bad apple in the trash. it wasn’t easy and it made you anxious. you grew up together, shared secrets and memories. he was the person you’d always looked up to.

“y/n.” your mother sounded stern but you didn’t back down, not yet. “is it really worth it? if a person is changing so rapidly and you’re not getting through to them, you’ll have to let it go. there’s only so much you can do. people grow apart sometimes, it’s only natural. you have to let go of them, temporarily, so you both can heal and grow. y/n, i know you’re being stubborn about this but you’ll have to let him figure things out on his own. fate has curious ways to bring people back together.”

when the time came, noritoshi left to attend the kyoto metropolitan curse tech school without telling you a word. you were disappointed, apparently you weren’t worth saying goodbye to. whatever his reason was, it must’ve been pretty important. important enough to forget the promise that you’d always stay in contact. you wondered whether he'd change again, for the better maybe? maybe you would reconcile when you could finally attend the school as well and train together. you were excited to show him your sword skills, having received your family's heirloom, an elegant steel blue sword. though your skills probably weren’t up to par with the other students, you still wanted to show them off, show him what you’d learned in the year that you spent apart.

noritoshi had changed but not for the better. holy shit, did he get on your nerves. the first time he'd practiced with you, you realized that he had mutated into an insufferable know-it-all. he would give you backhanded compliments or make snide remarks about your posture, how you were supposed to hold your sword, how inefficient your fighting style was. sometimes you wished you could just beat him for once and have him shut up. there was no denying though, noritoshi was way too strong and you had a long way to go. judging from the reactions of the others, barely anyone had beat him either.

and just like that, your feelings for him were buried. you’d taken your mother’s advice to heart, keeping conversations and interactions with him to a minimum but somehow noritoshi always found his way to you. he was everywhere and a quarrel was inevitable. noritoshi got under your skin and he knew how to push your buttons. why he chose to pick on you was beyond your comprehension; he didn’t pay much attention to the other students nor was he particularly liked by them. just how much was he going to get on everyone else’s nerves? out of all the second years, todo aoi was the most amicable; you had the (dis)pleasure to run into him on your first day and for some reason, he took a liking to you. while he was loud and boisterous, mostly doing whatever he wanted, you couldn’t deny that he was a good friend. even though he didn’t care about anyone as much as he cared about takada-chan. at one point, he’d looked at you in sympathy when he caught you staring at noritoshi, patting your shoulder (too forceful): “i’m sorry, y/n, i’m so sorry.”

you still didn’t know what he meant by that.

ps.: todo knows and he’s kinda judging you for your taste in men

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kurowrites · 4 years

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“I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital” AU Prompt for Wangxian, if you like?

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When Wei Ying woke up, he had to blink a few times to adjust his vision to the bright glare of the lights overhead, momentarily blinding him. Something was weird. This definitely wasn’t his own bedroom, whose lighting was rather dim and most definitely off when he was sleeping.

He blinked a few times more and then turned his head to examine the room he was in.

It took him far too long to understand what he was seeing, but once his brain actually started processing it, there was no doubt. He was in a hospital room, complete with barren walls and the strong smell of disinfectant. But he had no memory that could explain why he would be waking up in a hospital bed. In fact, now that he thought about it, he had no idea what he’d been doing before he’d woken up here, or even what day of the week it was.

Impatient to have his questions answered, he tried to wriggle around and slip out of bed, but his body felt oppressively heavy, and his vision started to swim as soon as he lifted his head off the pillow.

Exhausted and distressed, he fell back into bed. What the hell had happened to him? Why was he feeling so terrible?

Just that moment, the door of the hospital room opened, and a nurse stepped in.

“Oh, you are awake,” she said. “Good.”

She moved up to the bed and started to check his vitals – or harass him, Wei Ying couldn’t really tell which one it was. She was probably around fifty and had a distinct aunt-y vibe that made Wei Ying lay still on danger of getting stabbed with a needle.

“Do you know why you’re here?” she asked, after she had apparently determined that he was conscious and held it together enough for conversation.

“No,” Wei Ying croaked, and immediately started coughing. His throat felt terribly dry.

The nurse went to his bedside table, where a cup and a pitcher of water had been placed, and filled the cup for him. Then she made him drink.

“You’ve been in a traffic accident,” she told him without ceremony. “You got hit by a car and had to be brought here in an ambulance.”

Shit. Could that be true?

He didn’t remember any of that.

“I don’t remember,” he told the nurse.

“Honey, it’s probably better if you don’t,” she said, patting him on the arm absent-mindedly. “That’s your brain protecting you. You’re also on painkillers right now,” here, she pointed at one of the drips that went into his arm, “and they tend to make your brain a little foggy. You only need to focus on getting better right now.”

That wasn’t particularly comforting to Wei Ying. He’d been lying here, doing–

“My work!” he suddenly remembered.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that!” the nurse said, shaking her head. “I think that nice Mr. Lan has taken care of all that.”

She checked her watch.

“It’s almost time for him to visit, too. Such a nice young man, if only youngsters nowadays were a little more like him.”

She sighed, patted Wei Ying’s arm again, and then left, hopefully to tell someone else that he had gained consciousness again.

Wei Ying sighed and stared at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure what the nurse had meant with “that nice Mr. Lan,” because he didn’t know anyone with the last name Lan. Certainly no one who would visit him at the hospital. Had she gotten his visitor’s name wrong? He tried to think of a different possibility, but couldn’t think of anyone. Wen Ning was away. And Jiang Cheng still wasn’t speaking to him, not to mention that no one in their right mind would ever call Jiang Cheng a ‘nice young man’ if they had spent more than 30 seconds in his presence.

He wasn’t kept in suspense about the identity of his visitor for very long, though. Only minutes after the nurse had left, the door opened again, and through came a man that Wei Ying had never seen in his life. He would have definitely remembered meeting him, Wei Ying was sure, because the man was a devastating combination of tall, handsome and well-dressed. Very memorable. Even in his current drugged-up state.

The man hesitated for one small moment when he saw Wei Ying looking at him, but then continued his progress through the room with a measured pace, finally arriving at Wei Ying’s bedside. He did not speak, but silently placed several items onto Wei Ying’s bedside table. Wei Ying saw a book, what looked to be some healthy snacks, as well as… his phone? It looked terribly beaten up, but a traffic accident might do that to a phone. He should probably be glad if it still worked.

The stranger must have noticed the direction of his gaze, for he finally opened his mouth.

“I have taken the liberty of contacting you place of work.”

“Thank you,” Wei Ying said, sending the stranger an ironic smile. “What I’d rather like to know, though… who are you?”

The stranger bowed slightly, as if to apologise for his rudeness.

“Lan Zhan,” he said. “I was the one… who hit you with my car.”

“Oh, I see,” Wei Ying said, several things suddenly becoming clear to him. “This is a ‘I’m feeling guilty’ visit. Don’t worry about that. It’s fine. I’ll be out of here in no time.”

The stranger, Lan Zan, frowned at Wei Ying’s words.

“It is not guilt that has made me come here,” he said.

Then he was silent again. Wei Ying waited for a moment, but when nothing else happened, he raised his eyebrows at Lan Zhan, encouraging him to go on. Lan Zhan looked as if he’d rather do anything else than open his mouth again, but eventually, thanks to Wei Ying’s pathetic wheedling, he conceded.

“The one responsible for your accident was the driver who suddenly came out of a side street and nearly ran you over,” Lan Zhan explained. “You ended up in front of my car because you were trying to escape his path of collision. He also crashed into my car, nearly hitting you a second time. I have no guilt to speak of, but I am grateful that you survived. I was worried, however, when your family could not be contacted.”

“Oh, uh, well,” Wei Ying stuttered. “Honestly, that shouldn’t be any concern to you. I’ll be fine. My family… well, it doesn’t matter.”

“Your family should care for you if you are injured.”

There was a stubborn set around Lan Zhan’s mouth, and Wei Ying suddenly found himself smiling. He wasn’t sure if he should call it fortune or misfortune, but this Lan Zhan was clearly an incredibly stiff man with very strict notions of propriety, to the point where he involved himself into the affairs of others.

“Ah, Lan-gege,” Wei Ying sighed. “Not to say I’m not very grateful for your help, which I am, but let me assure you that you have officially fulfilled your obligations and are free to leave. You have already done more than I can ask for. If it is as you say, I have no ill feelings towards you. Feel free to go on with your life, and sorry about the car. I think I need to sleep again, I feel very tired.”

He was, in fact, feeling very tired, and it was getting harder to keep his eyes open by the minute.

Lan Zhan seemed to realise that that was the case. He said his goodbyes, but before he left the room, he announced, “I will come again.”

Wei Ying wanted to object, but Lan Zhan was already gone, and Wei Ying’s eyes were closing.

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The next few days passed in the monotony of sleeping, check-ups by doctors and nurses, terrible hospital meals, and occasional visits from Lan Zhan.

As handsome as he might have been, at first Wei Ying really didn’t want Lan Zhan to come back again. He quickly learned to be grateful for his frequent visits, however. Staying in the hospital was extremely boring, even with the books that Lan Zhan brought him, and everything was much better once he trained Lan Zhan to bring him spicy snacks.

After a few excessively boring days in bed (more than he cared for, certainly), he was finally allowed to walk around a little in order to regain his strength, and Lan Zhan would take him outside into the garden whenever he visited. Wei Ying was extremely grateful for that, since the nurses didn’t allow him to go alone.

Wei Ying quickly learned on their little excursions that Lan Zhan rarely spoke, but was an extremely attentive listener who would prove said attention in the most unexpected moments. It was almost shocking sometimes; Wei Ying would ramble on about something, and Lan Zhan would suddenly say one thing or another that made clear he had been paying attention when most people would have tuned out already. It was… flattering, to say the least. To have someone pay attention to him so much. Definitely something Wei Ying could get used to.

Lan Zhan was also very attentive to Wei Ying’s physical state. More than once, when Wei Ying felt his own strength lagging, he suddenly found Lan Zhan’s hand at his elbow, steadily and unobtrusively making sure that he didn’t fall over his own clumsy feet. Lan Zhan seemed to know that he needed support almost before Wei Ying himself realised it.

Normally, he would complain about being thought a weakling, but if Wei Ying were honest, he would admit that sometimes, he really needed the support. And well… he couldn’t really bring himself to mind being spoiled by a handsome man. If he were really honest, he would confess that he simply liked Lan Zhan’s hands on him, and any excuse that provided him with an opportunity was good enough, even if he had to play up his weakness.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said when they were on one of their garden excursions one day, eating little cups of mango panna cotta that Lan Zhan had brought with him today on a bench. “I will be released tomorrow. You don’t have to visit me here any longer after today.”

“Hn,” Lan Zhan agreed. “What time?”

“Around ten, I think? Why do you ask?”

“I will pick you up.”

Wei Ying sighed deeply and swallowed the last spoonful of dessert.

“Lan Zhan, ah, Lan Zhan. I can ask a friend to pick me up. You shouldn’t do so many things for me. If you are too nice, people will end up misunderstanding. Well, I will end up misunderstanding. You wouldn’t want that to happen, now would you?”

He directed his best salacious grin at Lan Zhan.

“Nn,” Lan Zhan replied noncommittally. “I will pick you up.”

Wei Ying stared at Lan Zhan for a moment. Could it be that Lan Zhan was that thick? That he didn’t realise what Wei Ying was getting at? Did he have to spell it out for Lan Zhan? That he meant misunderstanding in the sense of kissing and possibly getting naked with each other?

“Lan Zhan, I’m serious,” Wei Ying complained, tugging at Lan Zhan’s sleeve to make him look at him properly. “I will misunderstand.”

Lan Zhan looked at him, and it struck Wei Ying again how beautiful Lan Zhan’s eyes were. He had thought that Lan Zhan was pretty much expressionless when they first got to know each other, but that had been patently untrue. His perpetually serious eyes were the source of so much deeply felt emotion. Everything Lan Zhan felt, he felt with his entire heart. So when Lan Zhan looked at him, Wei Ying automatically felt his pulse speed up and his cheeks start to grow hot. That was the effect Lan Zhan had on anyone he really directed his attention towards.

“I will pick you up,” Lan Zhan repeated once again. Stubbornly, insistently. Mulishly.

Without breaking their line of sight even once. Just serious. And steady.

“Oh,” Wei Ying whispered.

Oh. Lan Zhan didn’t want him to misunderstand. Lan Zhan wanted him to understand.

Wei Ying shot up from the bench they had been sitting on and walked over to the trash can close by, to throw away his empty cup of panna cotta. Lan Zhan followed him, throwing his own cup into the trash. As he did it, he looked about as disquieted as Lan Zhan ever did, but right now, Wei Ying was unable to handle anything.

Could he be right? Did Lan Zhan – that Lan Zhan –

As he stood there, he slightly tilted to the side – and there he was, Lan Zhan was right at his side, steadying him. But right now, Wei Ying didn’t want to be steadied. He leaned further into Lan Zhan’s side, putting most of his weight on Lan Zhan right until his head a found a home in the crook of Lan Zhan’s neck.

“Ah, Lan Zhan,” he sighed. “Taking advantage of the weak and injured, I see. Do you always flirt like that? Picking people up at the hospital?”

He looked up at Lan Zhan and smiled.

Lan Zhan didn’t answer, but one of his arms most definitely found its way around Wei Ying’s waist, holding him securely to Lan Zhan’s side. It was… intimate.

It was answer enough.

“This is the part where you’re supposed to say ‘No, Wei Ying is the only one for me,’” Wei Ying pouted.

“Wei Ying is the only one for me,” Lan Zhan intoned seriously.

Wei Ying had to bury his face in his hands and scream a little.

“You can’t say things like that out of the blue!” he complained. “My poor, beaten body won’t be able to take it!”

Then he peeked out between the gaps between his fingers, up at Lan Zhan.

“Say it again.”

(When Lan Zhan picked him up the next day, he received a kiss for his efforts.)

(One kiss, or many.)

(Who was going to count.)

#kuro writes #the untamed #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #mdzs #mdzs headcanons #well not really #sweat #enter21

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luxaryllis · 2 years

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I actually know how to make it from scratch! If you don't know how to work in a kitchen much it can be tricky, but it's easy if you work quickly. I like adding vanilla ice cream in mines.

Anyways,

🥭🌭🥞 🦥

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37. Favorite fruit 🥭

Oohhh, I'm not exactly picky with the fruits I eat, tbh. But my absolute favorites are definitely apple, strawberry, and kiwi!! Mangoes come a close second.

21. Favorite fastfood 🌭

Idk- French fries?? Idk ahaha. But when it comes to fastfood restaurants, it's a tie between Burger King and McDonald's.

30. Favorite snack 🥞

Pandesal (basically bread buns??), if that counts. If not, then maybe chocolate cookies, or just about anything with chocolate.

33. Things you do with friends 🦥

Oohhh. Probably ranting to each other about stuff. I personally like to rant and ramble about stuff to Lou (@madasme-luxary) when we find the time to call.

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Oohh, really? Fun fact, my mom gave me hot chocolate just a while ago for breakfast (she didn't make it tho, it was Swiss Miss) ehe

If possible, do you think u could send me how to make hot chocolate? I'd love to try soon!

Anyway, thanks for joining, 🍰 anon!! 💙

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collecting-stories · 4 years

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Dear Diary - JJ Maybank

Request: Hi!! I have a fluffy fic request if u dont mind - JJ and y/n are best friends, but y/n has a huge crush on him and she writes abt it in her diary a lot. One day JJ accidentally sees a page where she is rambling abt him, and he's very happy cos he loves her too, but never told her anything as he was afraid of a possible rejection. So he starts giving her massive hints re: his feelings and then they eventually confess their love to each other. ❤

Request: can I have one with JJ please? Where the reader is in love with JJ but thinking he is in love with Kie or someone else. JJ loves the reader but is to scared to telling her. Can you make this with angst and fluffy? Thank you ❤️❤️

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The first and only time that you had worked up the courage to tell JJ that you had a crush on him you were fourteen. Just finished ninth grade, a little shier than the rest of your friends, excited about the summer, and harboring a monumental crush on your best friend. You had hoped, stupidly, that he liked you back and had eagerly pulled him aside during a party to tell him that you liked him.

“Well?” And when he didn’t answer you back after a minute, just looking back over his shoulder to your friend group, to Kiara, you started to get nervous. This had been all wrong.

“I just, don’t think I like you like that.” JJ replied, looking back at you, eyes apologetic, “Sorry, I think we’re awesome friends.”

“Yeah, friends.” You nodded, “that’s fine.”

“I just-” he glanced at Kiara again, laughing at something John B was saying.

“It’s okay, seriously, it’s good.” You promised, knowing full well that you were lying to him. It wasn’t okay and you were slowly realizing that the ache you felt from not telling him was not worse than the absolute heartbreak you felt now, standing there knowing that he didn’t like you. That you were just a friend and that’s all you ever would be.

Crushes are peculiar things though and you no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t shake yours. JJ was impossible to avoid, even if you had truly wanted to, but you did what you could to lessen the amount of time you spent with him. That first summer after you told him it was like he was everywhere you went. Like the universe was constantly reminding you of your failed attempt at love, putting JJ in your way no matter what you were doing. At a party, surfing with Pope, at your house, at the Chateau, it was like he was always around. The only option you saw for yourself was to distance yourself from the pogues too.

And you did, because it worked. Staying away helped ease the heartache. Polite hellos and the occasional fishing trip with Pope or John B, you kept your distance from JJ and Kiara by proxy, terrified that you would hear something you didn’t want to if you stayed close. But even after three years and purposeful distance your crush didn’t lessen.

The only thing that seemed to ease your mind was journaling. You’d been keeping journals for as long as you could remember, documenting moments in time that you thought you wanted to look back on someday. Good moments like parties and every time JJ said a single syllable to you and bad times, like how you knew he didn’t like you and you were positive he liked Kiara.

The bell above the door of the smoothie shop you worked at rang as JJ and Pope walked in and you pushed your journal away from you before they could get a glimpse. “Hey stranger,” JJ grinned as he walked over, leaning against the counter.

You could feel your heart beat pick up at the close proximity and caught the knowing smile that Pope gave you over JJ’s shoulder. “Hey,”

“I feel like I never see you.” He said, eyeing the board, “can I get a blue mango smoothie?”

“We just saw each other on Friday.” You offered, moving away from him to make the smoothie he asked for. He’d talk his way out of paying for it until either you or Pope fronted the bill, something you were used to when he did come around.

Every couple of weeks, for a least the last year and half when JJ realized that you and he seemed to be drifting apart, he started dropping in at your work, looking for you. Sometimes you saw him before he saw you, ducking into the back and getting a co-worker to wait on him. But sometimes, like today, it was slow and you were the only one in the shop.

“Barely, I offered you a beer and then I didn’t see you for the rest of the night.”

“Oh, I guess,” you shrugged, “I was talking to some guy from school.”

“What about?”

“Uh...none of your business.” You replied.

Pope laughed at your back and forth, grabbing a water bottle from the refrigerator by the counter, “I hate to ditch but I promised my dad I’d run groceries for him. Don’t let him talk you into paying for that!”

“I pay for my drinks!” JJ called as Pope backed out of the store, waving at you. “I pay for my drinks.” He repeated, turning back to face you.

“Okay.”

“So I was thinking,” he started to say, cut off by the whirring of the blender. You glanced back and frowned at him, shrugging about the noise before turning back. You were hoping he would leave once he’d gotten the smoothie, drawn away by something else. When the blender cut off finally and you took it out of it’s holder JJ continued on, seemingly unphased, “I was thinking you haven’t been out on the boat with us in a while.”

“I guess not,” you had steered clear of any group activities since you told him you liked him. An incredible feat considering you were turning eighteen soon and you’d been fourteen then. “I work a lot though.”

“Take a day off.”

“I’ll try.” You offered, passing the smoothie across the counter to him. JJ reached out for it, hand brushing yours and smiling like he knew what his smile did to you. “Maybe saturday...if you guys are going.” It didn’t take much to wear you down.

“Saturday’s good.” He nodded, taking a sip, “hey-”

“You forgot your wallet.”

“No, I had my wallet...but it was in Pope’s pocket. Cause we switched shorts earlier, cause his got a stain on them and he didn’t want to wear those to wor-”

“Are you trying to sell me a story right now?” You laughed, “we may not hang out all the time J but I’ve known you long enough, I can tell you’re lying.”

“I’ve fooled you once or twice.”

“Name a time.” You laughed, punching in the employee discount for the smoothie before swiping your own credit card.

JJ bit down on his bottom lip, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at you, more serious than the playful nature of the conversation called for, as if he was thinking about something he’d said before. Finally, he shook his head, smiling and tapping the counter, “I’ll see you on Saturday.”

You were right, JJ knew he couldn’t lie to you but that didn’t mean that he had never tried. He had lied to you once, in the seventeen years that the two of you were friends, and actually pulled it off. And he’d regretted it ever since.

As promised, because you lacked the ability to resist JJ, you showed up to the Chateau in the morning on Saturday. He was already out on the jetty, throwing fishing gear in the Pogue, just in case.

“Does that cooler have person food or fish food?” You called, walking up to him. You handed you backpack to him and let him help you on board. When you stepped down he didn’t move away, crowding your space and looking down at you. You looked away quickly, though you didn’t miss the way he licked his lips as you skirted passed him.

“Neither,” JJ finally said, popping the top up so you could look inside, “it’s all beer baby.”

You laughed, shaking your head at him. “I shouldn’t be surprised I guess. Where’s everyone else?”

“Pope and John B have work and Kie said she’s busy...sorry.”

“That’s okay, we can hang out.” You replied, shrugging, trying to calm your nerves as you stepped over some reels to sit down.

“Exactly.” JJ agreed.

In complete honesty he had texted John B after seeing you in the smoothie shop, asking if he could take the boat out on Saturday and, if asked, John B could pretend that he was super busy. He hadn’t really put anymore planning into this then that, despite Kiara telling him that he should. The last thing JJ wanted was to make you feel cornered or worse, to have you find out that he knew that you still liked him.

It was an accident, really. A rather happy one, on his end. He’d been at a party with Pope when he noticed your backpack abandoned by the pool. He recognized the pins on the front and went over to grab it, finding a notebook beneath it that had your name on the inside with homemade stickers all over the front.

“What are you doing?” Pope had whispered, leaning passed his best friend to see what JJ was looking at. Pope had seen you with your journal enough times to know exactly what it was. “Put that back.”

“Why? It’s just a notebook...” he replied, voice drifting off as he flipped through the pages, landing on one from the day before. In the dim light of the torches that lined the pool area JJ had caught sight of his name in your handwriting and stopped to read the page. He knew, technically, that it wasn’t a good idea for him to be reading something that you clearly didn’t intend to ever have anyone read, an invasion of privacy, he was sure Kiara would say.

“JJ!” Pope reached around him and grabbed the notebook out of his hand, slapping it closed and shoving it back into your backpack, “dude, don’t read that.”

“Sorry, sorry.” He shook his head, not saying out loud what he had just read. He’d seen it though, that you still liked him. Despite ninth grade and the one great lie that JJ told you. Despite the distance you had manufactured between you and him. You still liked him and JJ was determined to let you know that he liked you too.

He knew that he couldn’t just come out and say it though. How would that go? Him confessing that he read your diary and knew you liked him and guess what it was the incentive he needed because he liked you too but he was so worried about fucking things up that he just insisted on being friends. No, that would never work. You’d be pissed that he had read something he was never meant to. So he let Pope return your backpack and he started a long game of hints. Blatant hints that he was interested, or so he thought but you didn’t seem to realize. You were oblivious that every time he stopped in the smoothie shop or sought you out at parties or invited you to hang out that he was trying to tell you that he liked you.

So he tried the more direct approach. An afternoon on the boat, just the two of you. But that wasn’t working either cause he was listening to you talk about some dumb podcast series your dad was obsessed with and how he would play it top volume throughout the house.

“And the guy said-”

“Oh my god!” JJ groaned. He’d tried sitting close and touching your back and telling you that you looked nice and holding your hand when you stepped on board and you were with him, alone, on the boat, for gods sake.

“What’s the matter?” You asked, a little startled at his sudden outburst.

“You. This.” JJ practically shouted, standing up on the boat suddenly and making it sway a little. “Not...what I mean is...I know I shouldn’t have but I read your diary thing and I know you still like me and I like you.”

“You read my diary? When?”

“At that party like last month,” He said, “did you hear me? I said I like you?”

“I heard you say you read my diary! JJ, that’s my personal thoughts and feelings, I can’t believe you read that!” You were comprehending one part of the conversation at a time and your brain had settled on this. That he had invaded your privacy.

“I didn’t mean too! I opened it and saw my name!”

“You should’ve closed it!”

“Well I didn’t!” He raised his voice to match yours, both of you almost shouting at each other on a boat in the middle of the marsh.

“Oh and what? You read it and thought ‘how pathetic she still likes me’ and now you’ve done all this?”

“Are you kidding me? You think I can even plan something that far in advance? I tried like 12 other ways of telling you I like you! And what are you talking about...I’m telling you I like you!”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well tough shit cause I do. And I know you like me too cause I read it!” He insisted.

You crossed your arms and looked away from him for a moment, a deep set frown as you thought about what he said. He liked you. “Like...like me, like me?” You asked slowly, looking back at him.

“Yeah.” He replied, shoulders drooping as he relaxed.

“Well I like you too.”

“I know.”

“JJ!” You groaned.

He bit his lower lip as he sat down next to you on the bench, facing you. “So...we both like each other?” He said, grinning.

“It would appear so.” You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you twisted to face him. “This doesn’t mean free smoothies though, you owe me like...20 bucks, at least.”

“We’re gonna need to negotiate these terms.”

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dulce-pjm · 3 years

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get to know me tag game !!

tagged by the lovely @hauntedlilies !! thanks sweet m! these are always fun :))

as usual i rambled and got a little personal with the answers so you know all you followers keep building up the blackmail material i guess LOL

When is your birthday?

january 15!

What is your favorite color?

ahhh it’s always changing but rn i’m vibing with purple, pink, green, and yellow :))

What’s your lucky number?

7, 10, 15 :)

Do you have any pets?

yes !!! two cats and two dogs and i adore them !!!

How tall are you?

5′8″ (watch out jimin!! based on the evidence i have seven years left to outgrow you !!!)

How many pairs of shoes do you own?

i haven’t a clue

Favorite song?

my go-to answer is always seesaw but tbh it’s so hard to pick !!

Favorite movie?

agghhhhhh how do you choose???? i’ve mostly been watching animated movies recently bc it comforts me so probably your name or monster’s inc :)

What would be your ideal partner?

...park jimin?

LOL in all seriousness... i tend to like extroverts and just people who are super passionate about something !!! both romantically and in any relationship!! honestly oikawa tooru is the template i would drop everything and marry him he is a precious petty idiot and i love him the most

Do you want children?

fjdslgkhsdlkfjlsd not right now !!!! i tend to not answer this question too directly because i have plenty of time to think about it and i don’t want to tie myself to any direction !!!

Have you gotten in trouble with the law?

lol no but i think after a quick scroll through my tumblr you could have guessed that

What color socks are you wearing?

no socks !!! unless it’s winter and i’m freezing sleeping in socks is a crime >:( but earlier i was wearing pink and purple socks !

Bath or shower?

depends !! but i never feel clean after a bath and still end up showering, the bath is just for me to chill

Favorite type of music?

hmmmm kpop, musical theatre, minecraft music LOL

How many pillows do you sleep with?

four !! SLFKJLDSGH lol

Which position do you sleep in?

depends !!! i used to sleep exclusively on my stomach but i’ve changed a bit and honestly any position is possible! but no matter what i am cuddling a pillow (with the other three piled around me) and probably holding my own hand LOL

What don’t you like when you’re sleeping?

being cold :( i can deal with hot but being freezing is terrible !! i like to spread out but when you’re cold you have to like curl yourself up to preserve heat

What do you have for breakfast?

cold leftovers are the ideal breakfast <3 i used to like breakfast foods but most of them just make me nauseous now so i end up just eating leftovers or coffee/tea

Have you ever tried archery?

like once? like literally did one shot. was not good

Favorite fruit?

strawberries !!!! yum yum yum (after that probably mango)

Favorite swear word?

i don’t know that i have a favorite but i say fuck the most LOL

Do you have any scars?

yes !! i’m clumsy so i have many burn scars on my hands from cooking or curling my hair (the biggest one was very creatively named Mark by my bestie and beta reader @delayedimperfection). i also have several scars from my psycho/lovely cat on my arms and hands (and then i went in the sun after getting several of them and yeah they probably will never go away it’s fine)

Are you a good liar?

nope !!! especially if you know me i think my tells are just easy to pick up on!! i rarely win as imposter in among us :( tragic

What’s your personality type?

infp-t!! i think that’s what this is asking

What’s your favorite type of girl?

all !!!!

Left or right handed?

right !! my left hand is useless <33

Favorite food?

sushi !!!! it’s filling but a lot of food makes me nauseous nowadays and i never feel that way after eating sushi

Are you clean or messy?

messy !!

Favorite foreign food?

well i guess sushi LOL but i am always down to try something new!

How long does it take for you to get ready?

depends on how greasy my hair is!! anywhere from five minutes to an hour-ish

Most used phrase?

lol probably “oh my gosh” and “oh my god.” i also say this phrase that’s like from a specific city but i honestly do not even know to spell it it’s like gibberish i don’t even know

**update (not that anyone was asking) but i did some research and the phrase is jeezle petes!! it’s not exclusive to the city i picked it up from but that one city is how i learned it :))

Are you a good singer?

lol i’d like to hope so !!! i did musical theatre for several years so if i’m terrible well whoops? lol

Do you sing to yourself?

of course !!!

Biggest fear?

ummmm idk i am such a scaredy cat so i’d say most things spook me !! i guess i’d say abandonment as a serious answer and ghosts as a silly(ish) one

Do you like long or short hair?

i generally like shorter hair (on myself and other people) but i mean different hairstyles suit different people !!

Are you into gossip?

idk i don’t like to speculate and i try to always give people the benefit of the doubt but !!! if it’s me and my mom in the car well then no fucking mercy

Extrovert or introvert?

introvert !!!! if you message me first i’ll love you forever (also hence why i love extroverts, they balance me out !!)

Favorite school subject?

i love love love chemistry and any kind of science !!!! (definitely haven’t projected that into any of my fics no no no...)

What makes you nervous?

being in unfamiliar places !! i hate feeling lost or feeling like people can tell that i’m lost

Who was your first real crush?

fjdlsghsdlk idk... i have such a hard time expressing and processing romantic feelings that i’m not really sure that i’ve had one !!! my best guess is probably my best friend a few years ago but honestly i don’t really even think i had a crush, i was just trying to reciprocate how he felt SJLDGKJLSDGKH this is soooo personal anyways~~~~~

How many piercings do you have?

i used to have three in each ear but due to some unfortunate circumstances two (in each ear) grew in :( i plan to get them re-pierced soon though !!

How fast can you run?

GJLSDGHLDKF idk ????? i’d like to think i’m relatively fast because i have longer legs but honestly that’s such a lie i have to be in fear to really be fast LOL

What makes you angry?

hmmm!! tbh it takes a lot to make me mad, i’m pretty chill and usually i get sad/upset rather than actually angry! but the quickest way to make me mad is to like expect something from me and never communicate it!! i can’t read your fucking mind i’m the biggest people pleaser i know and would probably bend over backwards for you if you just told me GJSLDKFHL yes this is about a very specific set of instances <3333

Do you like your own name?

yeah, actually !! naomi is an alias, i chose it just for fun, but i like my irl name too :)

What are your weaknesses?

my crippling self doubt :’) also i’m so ticklish it isn’t funny. hmmmm i also tend to put other people’s needs before my own and then let them take advantage of that GHLSDKFJS it’s fine. AND i need everyone to like me all the time especially when they are mean to me (which makes me easy to manipulate unfortunately flsdkghdlskfj why am i giving out this info)

What are your strengths?

i think i give okay advice and i’m good at teaching other people things !!! i’ve also been told i’m very genuine and honest :)

What is the color of your bedspread?

grey !!

Color of your room?

lol grey, white, and then honestly just an assorted bunch of colors

this was fun !!! tagging @softbobamilktae, @moon-write, and @jtrbluv !!!

#tag game #hauntedlilies

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color-me-malfoy · 4 years

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Trip To Hogsmeade

Draco Malfoy x Shy!Reader

Summary: Draco tries to impress you when the two of you become partners on the trip to Hogsmeade, but exactly how will it turn out?

“Alright, third-years, gather round, there are a few reminders before we start your first trip to Hogsmeade,” A prefect clapped her hands to get your attention before you left Hogwarts. “We have a few changes so that none of us go wandering around and getting into… accidents.”

Draco worked his way through the crowd of students looking for you, Y/N L/N, the person he really wanted to go to Hogsmeade with.

He twisted and turned through the groups of students, until he caught a glimpse of your hair from behind.

“In order not to have any cases of lost students, each of you must have a partner.”

Everyone cheered at this, but to you it meant looking for a complete stranger to be partners with, because your best friend, Toni was sick and couldn’t come.

Draco smiled unwittingly as he saw you, but before he could start walking, a hand grabbed his shoulder.

He rolled his eyes and swatted the hand away.

“Excuse m- Pansy?” His expression changed.

She was staring at him with a knowing expression.

“You’re going to ask her to Hogsmeade, aren’t you?”

“Wha- What are you talking about-”

He stopped when Pansy raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it.

“Alright, yes I am,” he grumbled.

“So, you do like Y/N L/N,” Marcus peeked from behind Pansy.

Draco stopped, then stuttered, then groaned and flailed his hands.

“Alright, yes! I like her! How about instead of teasing me, you actually help a chap out? Care to give some advice?”

“Well, I know for a fact that girls like surprises,” Marcus winked.

“Appreciated,” Draco turned around and walked away, leaving Pansy and Marcus together.

“You shouldn’t have told him that, Marcus.”

“Yes, I know. I shouldn’t have told him that,” he buried his face in his hands.

While students buzzed here and there looking for their friends, you awkwardly stood by one side. You almost decided to just go on your own until someone made his way toward you.

White hair, Dark-green clothes, and a manipulative smirk?

You must be Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin heartthrob.

“You.” He pointed as he made his way toward you faster.

“M-Me?” You looked around.

“Yes, you,” he rolled his eyes, then stopped about four feet away from you. “Am I right to assume you don’t have a partner yet?”

You huffed bitterly. “Well, aren’t you the biggest genius on Earth,” you looked away.

“If you’d stop being sarcastic,” he snapped in front of your face, “you’ve already got one.”

You looked back up at him, furrowing your eyebrows. “Who?”

He sighed loudly, then gestured towards himself, smiling. “Me! Surprise!”

“You?”

“Well, I’ve got no one, you’ve got no one, so…” he waved his hands around.

“You could have asked more properly, but alright,” you walked over to his side.

“Then it’s bloody settled! Let’s go to Hogsmeade!” he held his arm out for you to take and the both of you started for the carriages, Draco with a successful grin and you with a confused look on your face.

For the first part of the ride to Hogsmeade, neither of you said a word to the other, because you were still so confused about why Draco chose you, and Draco was anxiously thinking about a good way to start a conversation.

“Psst.”

Draco whirled around, and saw two students behind him, their faces covered with their newspapers.

The first student put their newspaper down.

“Pansy?” he whispered. “Were you watching us this entire time?”

The second person put their newspaper down too.

“You too, Marcus? What, are you two going into the spy business?”

Marcus snorted. “You wish, we’re only here to tell you you’re doing it all wrong.”

“What gives you the right to judge?” Draco sneered. “I bet you’ve never even asked a girl to Hogsmeade.”

“He asked me,” Pansy replied. “Besides, has Y/N even talked to you?”

“She has! She called me the biggest genius on Earth!”

“It was sarcastic, Draco.”

Draco stopped.

“I-It was?”

“Draco, she won’t like you if you’re being a sarcastic plonker,” Marcus rolled his eyes. “Be kind.”

Pansy laughed. “Oh, I’d love to see Draco Malfoy, cheeky little bastard of Slytherin, trying to be kind.”

Draco smirked. “Oh, yeah? Try me.”

He turned back around and looked back at you, wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers.

Great, he thought. I still don’t know how to start.

Marcus went back to reading The Daily Prophet, but Pansy swatted it away.

“What?” Marcus turned to her.

“I want to see how this ends,” she said, leaning a little forward in her seat as you turned in your seat to face Draco.

“Were you going to ask me something?”

Draco opened his mouth, trying to think of something, then closed his mouth again. “I-I forgot what I was thinking about, sorry.”

“Oh,” you laughed, “happens all the time, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he turned even more towards you. “Anyway, what do you wanna talk about, Y/N?”

“Oh, um, I don’t know,” you scratched the back of your neck, looking anywhere but at him. “How’s your studies?”

“Ah, well, I enjoy it,” Draco replied.

Marcus snickered into his sleeve, while Pansy blinked unbelievingly.

“Did he just say he enjoyed it?” she asked.

Draco realized how fake that sounded, and internally kicked himself for that. “Well, I don’t actually enjoy it, I mean, I hate studying, but it’s bearable,” he rambled.

You laughed and nodded, then turned back to the rolling fields.

Draco buried his face in his hands and turned behind him.

“I almost died listening to your conversation, Draco,” Pansy said as she filed her nails.

“You had to make it straight to the point, didn’t you?” Draco hissed. “Do you two have any other good ideas, or are you just here to gloat?”

“Well, what’s the one thing that’s good about you that no matter how much of a bloody git you are everyone tries to suck you up?” Marcus asked.

“I’m… good-looking?” Draco gestured to his face.

“No, you idiot, you’re rich!” Marcus cried. “That’s why everyone calls you the spoiled brat of Slytherin!”

“…They do?” Draco tilted his head to the side, offended.

Pansy pushed Marcus’s face out of the way.

“That’s not the point! You have literally more money in your hands than what both my parents make in a month!” she explained. “Buy her candy from Honeydukes or something!”

She yelped in surprise when Draco suddenly snapped his fingers.

“Of course! Girls love gifts! Thanks, Pansy, see you!”

The minute the carriage stopped, Draco took your hand and helped you out.

“Where do you want to go?” Draco asked as the two of you strolled down the street.

“Y-You’re asking me?” You looked up at him. “I don’t know, how about Honeydukes?”

“Sure,” he led you into the candy shop.

Your smile grew wider at all the kinds of candy shelved in the tiny store.

“Wow, I feel like Willy Wonka!”

Draco snorted. “What kind of a name is that?”

“Oh,” you laughed. “Willy Wonka’s not a real person, he’s a fictional character. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, have you ever heard of it?”

He shook his head.

“He owns this huge candy factory with all kinds of sweets,” you wistfully recalled, staring “This feels just like it.”

As you looked around at the assorted candies, Draco was anxiously buzzing through the shop deciding on what to buy you.

You were looking at a heap of candy apple lollipops when Draco tapped you on the shoulder.

He was carrying seventeen boxes of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.

“D-Draco?” You gasped. “Hey, I’ll help you! Why are you buying these many boxes?”

He shoved it all into a basket, getting the attention of nearly everyone in the shop.

“I’m buying it for you,” he grinned, and some people were whispering, asking each other who “Draco’s Lucky Girl” was.

“Oh! Well, thanks, but why seventeen boxes?”

“Well, if you buy only a few, it’ll just be Bertie Bott’s Several Flavor Beans.”

“I-I don’t actually need seventeen boxes of these, I’ll never be able to finish them! I’ll just take one.”

“Oh, oka- One?” Draco looked at you, perplexed.

“We-well, actually not one, I’ll buy another for Toni!” You plucked another box and returned the rest to the shelf. “And just a mango starburst and a sherbet lemon-”

“Wait, wait, wait. You come to Hogsmeade for the first time and you only buy these?”

“Well, there’s plenty of food at Hogwarts and I don’t eat much-”

He cut you off.

“I’m getting you one of everything.”

“I couldn’t possibly pay for all that- wait, you’re getting me one of everything?”

“Yes! Didn’t you hear me?” He walked past you, taking every kind of candy he saw.

“I-I… Well, thank you?” You muttered as he came back with three baskets, then led you to the counter. You looked around and saw some of your schoolmates, some staring at the two of you in wonder and curiosity and some others giving you grins. Others drooled at the amount of candy you had in your hands… for free!

Fifty minutes later, after the grueling process of packaging the candy from Honeydukes, Draco was grinning like a boy on Christmas Day as he faced Pansy and Marcus, who were behind them at the line at The Three Broomsticks.

"This is the first time I've ever spent money on anyone besides myself, just so you know," he smirked as he wiped off the sweat on his forehead. "I feel great! What do you think?"

Pansy shared an uneasy glance with Marcus before she sighed and held Draco by the arms, whispering.

"Um, We hate to burst your bubble, Malfoy, but you're doing a terrible job."

Draco stared at her in confusion, then laughed nervously. "You're kidding, right?"

"She's right, Malfoy," Marcus hesitated. "You've been pulling Y/N like a poor puppy on a leash for the past two hours."

"Malfoy, you've got to let her do what she wants," Pansy explained. "We told you to spoil her, not to force her to buy everything. She never wanted seventeen boxes of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans! I mean, did you even ask?"

Malfoy chewed on his bottom lip. "Well, I guess you're right for once, Parkinson," he mumbled.

"Hey, man up, Malfoy," Pansy ruffled Draco's hair. "Besides, I found out from her friend Toni that she likes you too."

Malfoy looked up and grinned. "She does?"

Pansy cut him off. "Wait, before you go buy her the whole Hogsmeade to proclaim your love for her, remember she's still the shyest girl in Hogwarts," she warned.

"Alright," Draco nodded, then turned to check his wallet.

"That's the spirit, Malfoy!" Marcus cheered, then turned to Pansy and lowered his voice to a whisper. "How'd you get Toni Yorkshire to tell you Y/N liked Draco?"

"I made truth potion and snuck it in her food," Pansy winked. "Then I asked her about it and she sang like a bloody bird."

"Is that why she's absent today?"

"Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies, Flint."

Draco mulled over their words, until he felt your light tap on his shoulder.

"Draco?" you called.

"Yeah?"

"It's our turn."

"Oh, it's our turn," he placed a hand on your back and guided you to the front. "One Gillywater with candy ice and..." he turned to you. "What'll you be getting, darling?"

Trying to hide your surprise at the nickname, you cleared your throat awkwardly and looked down at the floor. "A-A butterbeer, please. With a just a splash of milk, thanks."

"Alright, dears," the woman at the counter wrote down your orders, "a Gillywater on the ice and a butterbeer with milk for the happy couple," she winked at you.

The happy what?

You sputtered and let out a nervous laugh.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but we're not dating."

"Yet," Draco laughed.

"W-What?" You turned to him with a red face.

The woman chuckled at your reaction.

"Why don't you two go find a place to sit?" she asked cheerily. "We'll bring your drinks over."

You nodded shyly and thanked her. But as you were about to take your wallet out, but Draco put a hand over yours.

"This one's on me," he smirked as he went through his own wallet, then handed a wad of money to the woman. "Go find us a table, Y/N."

You blushed even harder, smiled, and thanked him and the woman one last time before scurrying away to find a table.

The woman watched Draco as he gazed at you.

"You've got it bad for the lass, haven't you, Mister Malfoy?" she smiled as she pulled two mugs from the shelf behind the counter.

"No I haven't," he rolled his eyes.

"Sure you don't, sir," she poured their drinks. "I've seen that look on many a young lad in my days, I know a lovesick boy when I see one."

"Well, congratulations," Draco huffed. "Maybe I do."

"Listen 'ere, 'sonny," the woman placed their drinks on a tray as she spoke, "If I were you, I'd keep in mind that the best way to a lady's heart is... through her heart."

Draco tilted his head in confusion. "I-I don't understand."

"You don't actually make her fall for you by changing anything about yourself, or buying 'er expensive things, the more important things are being a gent to her and letting her be who she is."

Draco nodded his head at her words.

"Thank you Ma'am, I better be going back to my girl," he took the drinks and went around to find you, but turned around to face her. "If things go well, I'll let you know!"

"Here you go, Y/N, your butterbeer with extra milk and a Gillywater for me," he placed the tray down at your table.

"I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me, Malfoy," you smiled.

"It's nothing, really," he replied as he sat down.

He stared at you as you sipped your butterbeer and looked back up at him with foam on the sides of your lips, and he chuckled at how adorable you looked.

"What?" you laughed. "Do I have butterbeer on my mouth?"

He shook his head and smiled. "It's just... no, it's..."

"I do, don't I?" You laughed as you wiped your lips on the back of your hand. He laughed even harder because the foam didn't come off.

"Let me get it," he took the end of his scarf, leaned in, and pressed it to your lips.

The both of you had blushed positively cherry-red by the time he sat back down.

You mumbled a thanks and drank more butterbeer, shyly avoiding his gaze, and he took his mug of Gillywater, downing half of it in a second.

When he put his mug down, he took a deep breath and looked back up at you.

"Listen, Y/N," he started.

You looked up at him, and he continued.

"I'm really sorry if I was too much for you to handle today. I mean," he took a breath to steady himself, "I was kind of rude at the start of the trip, then I suddenly went quiet, then I went ahead and did… you know… the thing with the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.."

"It's alright, Draco," you reassured him. "Besides, it was kind of fun to see this new side to you even just for a day."

"That's the thing, Y/N," he took your hand in his. "I... don't want this to be just for a day. I really like you, and maybe we could spend more time together… please?" He wasn't sure if it was a question or a sentence. He looked back up at you again, waiting for your answer.

You only stared at him, and his smile dropped until you exhaled lightly, then gave a warm smile.

"I'd love to! That would be great!"

"You would?" he asked. "You really positively would?"

You nodded, and he smiled wider than before as the two of you began to talk freely, laughing as the you told each other stories and talked about life besides school.

When your prefects told you it was fifteen minutes before you would return to Hogwarts, the two of you stood up and returned the mugs to the woman at the counter.

"I'm assuming it went well, Mister Malfoy," she smirked as she took the mugs from your hands. "I hope your first official date will be back here at The Three Broomsticks."

"Oh, I don't know when we'll be able to go back here," you frowned, but smiled after. "But we’ll definitely come back!"

She smiled back, then leaned in to whisper to you. "He's a nice young fellow, dear, don't let him go that easily."

You were startled, but laughed.

"I'll keep that in mind, Ma'am."

The two of you made your way to the carriages, and the two of you sat by the end, where you noticed two students with their faces covered by their newspapers.

Draco rolled his eyes, then said, "Alright, you can stop spying on us now."

The two put their newspapers down and laughed nervously.

“This is Pansy Parkinson and Marcus Flint,” he smiled, then shot a glare at them. “They’ve been spying on us even before we left Hogwarts.”

“We weren’t spying on you, we were just making sure the two of you had a nice day!” Pansy gasped dramatically. “Right, Marcus?”

“I’m not exactly sure,” Marcus laughed. “Anyway, would you like to join us for dinner?”

Pansy leaned forward. “We’d love to hear about your day.”

“Oh, I don’t think you would, I bet you already know all about it.” Draco joked.

The rest of the ride was spent in a jolly atmosphere, you with Draco and your newfound friends, talking and laughing, eating sweets and planning on your next trip to Hogsmeade, which you hope would be very soon.

#draco malfoy #draco x y/n #draco malfoy oneshots #draco malfoy imagines #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy fluff #harry potter oneshots #harry potter fanfic

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⭐⭐⭐⭐ for your fanfic author ask 🥺 I'd love to hear about whatever you wish to talk about

ahhh, hi mango!! thank you so much for playing! 🧡🧡

haha okay, so I’m taking this as a means to let myself ramble a bit about my on-going project right now: a storge for you. If you’ve read it on ao3, then you might notice that I take great influence from the music I listen to while I write. I’ve actually created a playlist to listen to while I try to figure out each of the characters and I’ve dubbed it “boom” because that’s what that entire story is right now: just mass destruction and lots of sadness, you know?

Either way, there’s this scene is chapter one that I had already written and I found a song that really fit the vibe I was going for in my head. The scene in question (abridged):

“I was told a couple months ago. I’m sure one of you has already stolen the files, but I’ll put it bluntly and just say that there was nothing to be done. It was extremely aggressive and overwhelming . Please, god, please believe me when I say that I looked into every possible treatment, compromise, cure, antidote. You name it, I promise I looked into it. Looked for it. There just… The world just doesn’t have it. It just didn’t have a reasonable answer.”

“It’s not painful,” he comforts, rubbing his neck in that awkward way that just tells everyone he’s lying about something. “Or, it wasn’t painful, depending on when you see this. I wouldn’t have even known it was there had it not been for the check-up. I debated about this for a long time, that is, about telling you all. Not a great way to break the news, is it?”

Dick laughs slightly, like this is all some joke to him. Like he wasn’t talking about his demise. Like he wasn’t talking about how he was going to die in a week. Like he wasn’t already speaking from the mouth of a dead man.

“This is really shitty of me. I know it is. I’m probably going to cause you all more pain, but you guys know I’m selfish. I am a terribly selfish person and I just wanted…. Wanted these days I have to spend with you guys to be normal. To just be what they are. I didn’t want these precious moments to be of you guys sad or angry or for your memories of me to be any different than what I’ve always been.

The song that ended up popping up in my feed was “Happiest Year” by Jaymes Young. That song was uber popular in the beginning of quarantine, I remember crying to all the tiktoks about people with their animals and family members that used this song, and after I had published chapter one I was like woah dude this fits really nicely, these are literally Dick’s exact thoughts. More of the correlations between this song and my story coincide during chapters three and four as well, with Dick interacting and more or less freaking out his family members. Like these scenes for instance:

“Uh, yeah, I’m here,” he says, shaking himself out of his temporary paralysis. They haven’t spoken since that night, and ever since, Duke has been actively avoiding thinking about their last conversation. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to apologize for what happened. I was more or less out of it when you came over, and I know some of the things I said weren’t exactly… coherent.”

And Duke has to remind himself that Dick did have a concussion, bad enough to the point where he had to go puke in the bathroom a few hours later, but the discomfort still comes back.

“I want to make it up to you,” Dick continues, as if moving on from that entire incident was the easiest thing to do. “I also owe you two pizzas. Are you free around 7? I’d love to take you to that new pizza joint that opened near-”

and

There is stunned quiet for a few moments before Steph snorts loudly. “I’m kidding, Wing. God, if I were a drug lord, you wouldn’t see me mooching off the only billionaire I know. I’d be my own billionaire, but I’d still probably crash here.”

“Steph, your mind truly amazes me sometimes.”

“A genius, I know. You don’t have to point out the obvious. So, what do you think of that dress? I think the V-line is a bit much.”

“I don’t know, I kind of like it. Accentuates her figure nicely.”

“Right, I forgot the disco era. Sometimes I feel really fortunate I wasn’t around to see that in person.”

“You should feel unfortunate. My sense of fashion is impeccable.”

“Sure. Just like your sense of taste for mint-chocolate ice cream.”

“I’ll have you know that mint-chocolate is one of the-”

You know? Just Dick trying his best to not worry his siblings but not doing a fantastic job of it but also trying to maintain big brother occupations and such. All these memories during his last year with them all are him just trying to tie up loose ends, not rouse suspicion, and in general just spend as much time as possible with them as he can. There’s going to be a future chapter (spoilers for things I haven’t published yet lol) where Dick’s thoughts are actually said aloud and not just inferred from those around him, and I can tell you for sure that I will be leaning heavily on that song to really project my inner martyr Dick thoughts.

That “boom” playlist I made is honestly comprised of songs for chapters I have yet to write, but for anyone who actually reads a storge for you, you can listen to “lovely” by Billie Eilish for spoilers you won’t understand but can probably guess some things

#ask #miniaturemangos #Dick Grayson #Duke Thomas #Stephanie Brown #my fic #writing #director's cut ask game #ask game

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purplepalmdelight · 4 years

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why life is still okay (rambling fic rec pt. 1)

firstly: shout out to @trulyalpha for apparently owning my entire bookmarks page on ao3 (bc i only realised all my favourite fics were written by the same person,,, yesterday. bc im really smart like that) anyway breakdown of why she’s a stoncy saving grace thanks!!!

you ease my mind, you make everything feel fine.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/13842039)

yes this fic is from 2018. yes i read it every other week. it’s good for the SOUL. jonathan getting taken care of is always just such a good and sweet concept (maybe it’s my intense, undying love of him, but he deserves to be taken care okay) and. okay i’ll admit, sometimes i forget how fucking FUNNY this fic is, but it’s genuinely hilarious, okay? you gotta trust me on this. it makes me cackle at inappropriate times absurdly often. ("Hi." "Hi." "I want you, you fuck." is a top line. i laugh so hard every TIME.) all three of them are so incredibly in character, and somehow this NAILS the fact that they’re all massive disasters pretending to be confident. and i’m not someone that reads ~smut~ often (though it’s more mentioned than described, very non-explicit) but this didn’t make me even the least bit uncomfortable. it felt very natural and in character and made me laugh as much as the rest of the story. all in all, i always come away a little more in love with the characters, and that’s a really precious feeling.

you could be the one to make me feel something

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/14269476/chapters/32912745)

i take back everything i’ve ever claimed. this IS the funniest piece of writing i’ve ever read, and it WILL remain so, probably until the day i die. i honestly... barely have words. my expectations were high when i started it, but in retrospect, they were LEAGUES below what i got. the characterisation, the progression, the dialogue, the story; from the overarching aspects to the tiny details, it’s impeccable. i genuinely read this twice in one day, and then again the next. every single part of it is so good, but in terms of FAVOURITES... the christmas section. hilarious. down to its bones, well crafted and heart felt. it hits me right in the chest every time. the story, from the beginning, has me just as in love with nancy and steve as jonathan is, and as everything grows more intense, so does my investment. it pulls me in and doesn’t let me go until it’s good and ready to see me leave. again, the sexy aspects are so in character and natural that it’s uncomfortable or weird to read and instead just leave me grinning like an idiot. also ( “It did frustrate me, in more ways than one. It’s also a weird plan, like … did you expect me to be so overwhelmed by the power of a boner that I’d just admit my feelings?” is SUCH a funny line, i think about it literally every day. literally. every. day.) the characters are afraid to be messy, to make mistakes, and they all feel so ALIVE that when i leave the story, i feel like i’m leaving a friend. it’s honestly beautiful and honestly breathtaking. this story is better than a lot of published books, honestly, and i’m so grateful for it. so thank you.

i crash my car ‘cause i wanna get carried away!

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/17131202)

...you really wanted to make me cry, huh? i cried out of grief, yeah, out of the depth of nancy’s guilt and the pure rawness of her mourning, but i also cried out of catharsis as she came to terms, and out of laughter a few times. the bit about total eclipse of the heart as a motif was... that was so well done. i hate drawing comparisons, so please understand that this is criticism of a concept and not a particular story, but in so many stories then nancy’s grief feels... trivialised? that’s not quite the right word. romanticised, maybe. as someone who has lost a friend in the past, it’s just... it doesn’t feel realistic? and that’s okay, because it’s hard to nail something you haven’t experienced, and i wouldn’t wish the experience on anyone. it’s just that stories like this, where i can really resonate with nancy and follow the journey of her recovery WITH her are so rare. this story is a gem, it really is. i don’t love it for all the same reasons as the others, but i love it fiercely all the same.

there’s nothing magic going on, and then along came you

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/14994137)

sure, you could be the one is the funniest fic i’ll probably ever read, but nothing magic is such a close second. it’s laugh-out-loud, get-tears-in-your-eyes, fall-out-of-your-chair, and it’s also so goddamn SWEET i can hardly stand it. of the several fics i generally group together in my head (nothing magic, you could be the one + its sequels (might have to make an individual post about this series), laugh until we think we’ll die, and got nothing for you; all very similar, yet incredibly unique) nothing magic is the shortest, but that doesn’t mean it compromises on quality, oh no. it just means i can read it quicker, and therefore more often! when it’s late and i’m tired and i need a laugh to calm down before i sleep, i generally go search this fic up. remember when i mentioned the whole “being just as in love with nancy and steve as jonathan is” thing? it’s like that except... almost funnier. in you could be the one, it’s just that the story naturally tugs you into adoring these two messy, silly, sweet, amazing young adults, because how could you not? how else could you possibly feel? but here, they are genuinely just... that funny. they are actually just so funny that you as a reader click with them and find yourself grinning like an IDIOT because oh my god you’re disasters. maybe it’s the inherent relatability of a tired highschooler trying to make it through the summer and hating his job along the way, but this fic hits right in the heart every damn time.

got nothing for you other than love

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/17596658)

"You trust me," she says.

They both know it's a fact, not question, but he still says, "Of course."

and

By then, his shell wasn't something he could step out of. It was part of him. But that was okay. He didn't need more. What he had was enough.

He always did have trouble with wanting more.

and

"Hey, babe?" Nancy turns her head to look at Steve, touching his shoulder. "Can you buy me a drink?"

"Sure thing. What d'ya want?"

"Surprise me. Not like that time we were here and you snuck out the store, went to a smoothie stand, and came back with a mango smoothie."

Steve grins. "But I did surprise you."

and

"Do you have food in the backseat?"

"The sandwich has only been there for like, two weeks—"

and

"Ugh. Too much cheese. I'm lactose-intolerant, remember?"

"False, you're not intolerant of anyone except people over the age of fifteen with bowl cuts and guys who wear shorts in the winter."

and

"Where are you off to? I'm your only friend," Kali says, frowning.

and

"You good, man?"

"Yeah," he says, his throat dry, "I'm great."

"Yeah, you are," Nancy says, and he is. He is.

and i can’t continue because that’s, like, barely halfway into the fic and i’ve already skipped so many of my favourite lines and i would have to skip so many more. you see what i mean about sathana being funny as hell? and like all the others, it’s not just the humour here. i mean... it is, because it’s SO FUCKING FUNNY I LITERALLY CANNOT SAY THAT ENOUGH but the reason it’s so funny is because it’s so candid. it’s so smooth. the whole thing flows. you’re not left feeling that you’ve missed a piece or that anything was sacrificed; you just feel like you’ve read something incredible. this fic is an experience of its own that i honestly have never experienced before. it’s sweet, and it’s gentle, and it’s just so overwhelmingly good that i don’t think i’ll ever quite get over it. in short? it’s a blessing. my expectations were high, but holy fuck did you blow them to bits.

one more favourite line:

Things are ending, things are starting, and everything looks bright. It won't always be that way. The sun's got to set at some point. But, gazing up at the sky, at the pink bleeding into orange, Jonathan figures it'll have to rise again. No matter what happens, these two things are constant.

"Hey, you look awfully lonely," Nancy calls out, walking towards him, reaching out to him with the hand not in Steve's.

Well. Maybe not just those two things.

that scene, in general, is beautiful, and it wraps the story up on such a genuine note. it feels like a film with how clearly i can picture it. it feels like no fic i’ve ever really read before. it feels... good. i guess i don’t really have the words. it just feels so good.

as an overall statement on why i call her my favourite author... it’s the realism. maybe that’s surprising, considering how many times i said “funny” or “hilarious” in here, but in the end, i wouldn’t be so attached to her work if it didn’t feel so real. i can open a tab and instantly get transported to a home i’ve never lived in. it’s comfortable. it’s sweet. and the dialogue/banter is always perfectly crafted. there’s just never really a downside to her fics, honestly. even if i wanted to search, i don’t think i’d find one. not even one of those “their only problem is that there’s not more to enjoy” kind of comments, because every single one feels perfectly crafted in its own right. it doesn’t need more or less. it stands for itself and it’s goddamn good at it.

i didn’t anticipate having to do multiple parts on this post, but- surprise surprise- i haven’t even gotten to my favourite one yet! so yeah, pt. 2 will be written after i finish the history essay trying to murder me, god knows when that is. in the meantime, please go give her some love and adoration. she deserves it.

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stoncy rights pls #stoncy #steve harrington #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #fic rec #like HARD rec pls read #and if anyone who has read these fics wants to geek out w me....... come one and do it #sathana stans unite amirite

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chroniclackofselfpreservation · 3 years

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Creatures of the Night

Chapter 31 - running in every direction devoted

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(TW: arguing/yelling, mild violence, blood)

(The title of the chapter comes from "The Pardoning Hour" by Khaty Xiong)

Logan woke softly, his eyes fluttering open. He was curled in on himself, facing the wall. He stretched, an enormous yawn taking him over for several seconds. Coming out of it, he shook his head, blinking away the sleep. The dull, full-body ache that had appeared after his first night sleeping on a floor of branches tied together with vines and insulated with clay still hadn’t disappeared. Logan wondered if it would ever lessen, or if he’d simply get used to it. Looking to his right, he found himself alone in the hut, Daveigh’s woven sleeping mat empty on the opposite side.

They’re probably out training, he figured, getting to his feet and stepping out into camp. Mikhail sat amidst an enormous pile of stripped palm fronds and blank rolls of barkpaper. His long brown hair was tied up into a bun with some twine.

“Good morning,” Mikhail said, offering a small smile.

“What are you making?” Logan asked, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to regain the semblance of an orderly appearance. His worn—and frankly filthy—clothes certainly weren’t helping. He hadn’t showered in days and probably smelled horrid.

“Sleeping mats for you and Patton,” he said, grabbing a piece of barkpaper and twisting it until it came apart in a clump of soft fibers. “I weave two mats together and stuff them with this.”

Logan blinked, surprised by the thoughtfulness of it. “Thank you,” he said. “Did you make your clothes as well?”

Mikhail shook his head, rubbing more bark apart in his hands and stuffing it inside the green makeshift mattress. “Eudora’s a very skilled seamstress as well as healer.” He eyed Logan’s attire. “I’m sure she could make you something similar.”

Logan snorted, approaching the fire and taking a seat. “I doubt she’d be very eager to help me, but I appreciate the suggestion. How long have Patton and Daveigh been gone?”

“An hour or so,” Mikhail said, returning to his task. He jerked his head toward a flat stone a few paces away, laden with fruit. “You may have some if you want.”

“Thank you,” Logan said, grabbing a mango and returning to his seat. Mikhail leaned across his work and grabbed his knife, holding it out to him.

“For peeling it,” he said when Logan simply stared at him, confused.

“Right,” Logan said, flushing. He took the blade carefully, as if handling a loaded gun. It was a beautiful work of craftsmanship, with a smooth wooden handle fitted over an opaque, milky stone blade that Logan guessed was probably a variation of quartz, secured with brown twine. The blade was one-sided, four or five inches long, with a serrated edge, most likely a result of the method of sharpening. A list of runes ran down the length of it. Logan recognized a few: a number four, an X, a few Greek letters. The rest were mysteries to him.

You’re an adult. You should be able to peel a fruit without losing a finger, he thought stubbornly.

“Don’t cut toward yourself,” Mikhail said before Logan had even pierced the mango’s skin. Logan felt his ears grow hot with embarrassment as he changed his grip on the blade.

“Apologies. I don’t have much experience with… weapons.”

Mikhail put his work aside and got to his feet, brushing loose fibers from his skirt. Logan felt like a child again, bringing a broken toy to his father’s desk with tear-filled eyes. He held out the fruit and the knife to Mikhail as he approached, but the man simply squatted down next to him, pushing the objects back into his lap.

“I’ll teach you. Here, hold it like this, with your fingers against the bolster and your thumb across the top,” he instructed, guiding Logan’s hand farther up the handle until his index finger rested against the dull, curved part behind the edge of the blade. Placing his thumb across the dull backside of the knife, he found he had much more control of the knife and where it was going.

“Sit forward and hold it in front of you—yes, like that. You don’t want to cut your leg if it slips,” Mikhail said. “Now, start peeling. Don’t use too much pressure, the blade’s sharp enough to do most of the work for you. Keep the angle shallow. You want to preserve as much of the fruit as possible.”

It went slowly, and the mango was ending up far more mangled than Logan would have liked, Mikhail occasionally cautioning him to watch his fingers or use less pressure. Logan’s hands were sticky from handling the sections he’d already peeled, and he found himself wishing he’d washed his hands beforehand. Sugary juice dripped down his hands onto the ground below.

“Where do you get fresh water?” he asked, brow furrowed in concentration as he worked the knife around the bottom of the fruit.

“There’s a spring not too far up the mountain. I can show you later if you like. You can bathe there as well.”

Logan’s tongue stuck out a bit between his teeth as he worked. “Wouldn’t that contaminate your drinking water?”

Mikhail shook his head. “There are two pools, one flowing into the other. We drink from the top and wash in the bottom.”

“Smart,” Logan said, finishing the last of the skin and holding it up for inspection. It looked horrendous, smudged in the dirt from his hands and torn up like a cat had batted it around like a ball of yarn, but he couldn’t help feeling a small sense of pride over doing it all himself. Mikhail took the knife back and walked over to the lean-to where he kept all of his tools. He picked up a clay pitcher and poured out a stream of water over the knife, rinsing the juice away. “Come wash your breakfast off,” he said, nodding toward the mango in Logan’s hands. Logan brought it over and scrubbed it clean under the water.

“What are those symbols on the blade?” he asked.

“What? Oh, Killian did that for me a long time ago. Some sort of alchemy, I think. Makes the stone not as brittle and prone to shattering,” he said. “That man’s a genius. It’s a shame what Ursula did to him.”

“Yes, it is,” Logan said, sobering.

Mikhail set the pitcher down, sheathing the knife at his waist.

“You know,” Logan said, taking a bite of his mango as Mikhail replaced the pitcher on the ground, “I think this is the most I’ve heard you talk since we’ve arrived.”

Mikhail chuckled, wiping a finger over the wet stone blade. “I’m very passionate about tools like these,” he said, gesturing to the array of wood and stone appliances. “I tend to ramble on about them if given the opportunity.”

Logan felt a smile creep up his face. “I know the feeling.”

* * * * * * * * * *

He watched Mikhail work on the mats while he finished his breakfast, then excused himself, making his way to the beach to see Killian. He’d been hoping to learn more from the arcanist. Hopefully something that could help them get off the island. However, neither Eudora nor Killian were out on the beach. Entering the cave, he found the firepit empty.

“Hello?” he called, but there was no reply. Rounding the corner a bit farther within, he found Killian’s room empty aside from three floating orbs of light near the ceiling, illuminating the space. Scrolls of barkpaper were stacked in the corners. One lay open on the floor, the corners weighted down with stones to keep from rolling up again. Something twanged from deeper inside the cave and Logan jumped, whirling.

He was still alone, the three orbs circling each other lazily above his head. Opposing and attracting forces? Like magnets? he wondered absently as the twanging continued. The pitch went up a few notches before settling on a steady note, as if someone were tuning an instrument. Torn two ways by curiosity, Logan took a quick glance at the open scroll on the ground, pleased to find numbers and mathematical symbols he recognized. Just like Mikhail’s knife. There were, of course, unknown variables and symbols, but for the most part, the text looked decipherable given time.

Several other notes began plucking out a soft tune, the stony tunnel walls distorting it into a hollow, almost haunted sound. Logan peeked out of Killian’s room and into the darkness of the cave. He’d never wandered past this point, as the light from the cave’s entrance ran out not much father ahead. Still, the lilting tune floated through the air, enticing him forward.

Ignoring his trepidation, Logan rushed back into Killian’s room looking for another folded sheet of barkpaper to create his own orb of light to bring with him. He couldn’t see any laying around, and didn’t want to dig through Killian’s stuff without permission.

Logan looked up at the orbs above his head. He could take one of those, right? It would only be a matter of reaching one. Logan jumped, his fingers just barely brushing one. It bobbed away from him indifferently, its two siblings swaying out of rhythm for a moment before giving up and orbiting each other. After several more embarrassing attempts to capture the third lone orb, Logan stopped, panting and glaring up at it. If only Patton were here. He was tall enough he’d probably only have to rise up on his toes to reach it.

“Okay,” he breathed, readying for another jump. “Come on!” he grunted, lifting his arms above his head and aiming to cage the thing between his fingers.

He missed.

Straining, Logan twisted, extending one arm just a little farther. Before the little sun could float away, he clamped a fist around it and fell back to the ground. Logan stumbled to a stop, hissing in pain as it seared his fingers and flung it away from himself reflexively. The orb slowed to a stop a few feet away from him as if nothing had happened.

Logan muttered under his breath angrily, inspecting the burn on his hand. It wasn’t more than first degree, the skin red and stinging.

Thankfully, the strange music hadn’t stopped. Guiding the light alongside him with his uninjured hand, Logan began his descent into the deeper recesses of the cave.

It didn’t take long to locate the source with both light and sound to guide him. The cave sloped at a gentle downward angle, not too steep to make things difficult, but enough that Logan could tell he was going deeper. As he neared his destination, another sound pervaded the music. A rhythmic clacking, though it didn’t match up to the music very well. Curiosity spiking, Logan increased his pace.

Turning a bend, Logan found his light no longer necessary. A much stronger, undulating amber light shone down the earthen corridor from a cavern up ahead, the floor of the cave turning instead into rough-hewn stairs leading up into it and blocking his view of what lay inside. Pure excitement overpowered any sort of caution Logan probably should have had as he loped up the stairs, the tiny orb cradled in his hand.

Logan entered the cavern and nearly forgot to breathe.

Dozens—no, hundreds of tiny suns swirled above him, occupying the upper third of a cavern easily the size of a high school gymnasium. They didn’t simply orbit each other like the three back in Killian’s room had, rather they reminded him of those large flocks of starlings that occasionally flew over Wakeby, swirling in perfect time with each other and creating the illusion of one enormous, undulating organism. They made no sound as they swirled through the air, moving at a constant, steady pace.

Logan could have stood there for hours, just watching, but he eventually tore his eyes away to inspect the rest of the room. The source of the music turned out to be Killian, sitting on the ground and plucking at a foreign instrument—some kind of lute, with a neck that bent back at a sharp right angle at the top and a curved, teardrop-shaped body resting between Killian’s arm and thigh. It was about the size of a guitar. He looked up at Logan, smiling at his wonderstruck expression.

The clacking came from the enormous wooden, four-poster loom in the middle of the room, the rocky floor rising up as if presenting it on a stage. Eudora sat at its forefront, feet working long pedals, hands flying as she manipulated the threads and sent a small wooden object back and forth between the strings. The threads themselves were a plain off-white color, several spools the size of Logan’s head piled in the corner.

Killian stopped playing and waved him over, patting the ground next to him. Eudora hadn’t seemed to notice his arrival, machine rattling in a steady rhythm.

“How… I don’t—I have so many questions,” Logan breathed, nestling his own orb of light in his lap.

Killian pointed at it, cocking an eyebrow. Logan flushed. “Oh, I stole it from your room to find my way down here,” he said. “Sorry.”

Killian waved a dismissive hand and shook his head, returning his attention to his instrument. Now that he was closer, Logan counted ten strings in total running down the neck and over the beautifully carved sound-hole.

“That’s a beautiful instrument,” he said quietly, not wanting to distract him from his playing.

Killian smiled and hummed agreeably, calloused fingers flying up the neck of the instrument with remarkable dexterity as his other hand picked out a fast-paced tune on the strings. “Mmmm,” he began, fingers hesitating for a split second as his mind worked to form the word. “Muhlte,” he said, nodding toward the instrument.

“Muhlte?” Logan repeated, testing the word out. “That’s what it’s called?”

Killian nodded.

“How did you get one on the island?” Logan pressed, mind reeling. “Unless you made it here, but that would necessitate some very advanced tools, and where did you get the string? They look metal—though perhaps wound around a synthetic material? What if a string breaks? Humidity affects instruments to varying degrees, so it’s a miracle it’s in such good shape and…” Logan trailed off, realizing Killian had stopped playing and he’d been rambling. His ears flushed, and he glanced up at Killian, about to apologize, but was caught off guard by the man’s expression.

He didn’t look annoyed, as Logan had expected, but rather he looked… touched, almost—watching Logan with what he could only decipher as overwhelming gratitude.

Killian laughed, deep and from his chest, setting a hand on Logan’s shoulder. Eudora glanced over at them, but said nothing.

“Tha–thank you,” he said genuinely. Before Logan could wrack his mind for something to say, Killian clapped him on the back and lifted his instrument. “Dora hhh–had it wh–when wi–whi–wi…” he paused, taking a breath.

“Witch?” Logan supplemented. It seemed to be one of the words he had the hardest time saying. “She had it when Ursula sent her here?”

Killian nodded. “After,” he said, pointing at himself.

“She arrived after you?”

He nodded again, then turned the instrument so Logan could see the back. “Llll…look, look.” All along the neck and body of the muhlte were carvings similar to the ones he’d seen on Mikhail’s knife. Logan reached out to inspect it closer, hesitating for a second before Killian nodded his consent and handed the instrument to him. Logan ran a finger across the smooth wood, once again finding several symbols and numbers he recognized. Even the pegs at the top of the neck where the ends of the strings were wound had small, identical equations carved into both sides of the knobs.

“I can understand some of these,” Logan said, “but what are those?” He indicated a few of the symbols he didn’t recognize.

Killian grabbed a bag from his opposite side that Logan hadn’t noticed before and rummaged around in it, pulling out a roll of barkpaper and a rough stick of charcoal. He drew the symbols in a column down the page, writing their meanings next to them in scratchy capitals. One was made of two overlapping circles—like a Venn diagram—denoted as the combining of two elements. A circle with a dot in the middle indicated the repelling of something, and conversely a circle with a cross through it represented attraction.

Logan scanned the list with growing fascination. “And what’s that one?” he asked, pointing to one of the symbols Killian had drawn: a crescent with a circle nestled inside. Next to it, he’d written arcana.

Killian thought for a moment. “Sss….source of–of–of pow–ower. Ihhhht’s a con–conduit.”

Logan’s insides wilted. “I don’t mean to disappoint you, Killian, but a conduit won’t do someone like me much good. I don’t have any power to start with.”

Killian shook his head, confused, and reached back into his bag. He pulled out a small folded piece of barkpaper Logan recognized as the material needed to create an orb of light like the one he held in his lap. Killian held the closed flap of paper up for him to see, pointing to the charcoal symbols drawn on it. Flipping it over, Logan found the opposite side contained the symbol arcana.

Logan’s heart skipped a beat. It had been too dark to see the first time he’d used the papers, but sure enough…

“You aa….already ha–have,” Killian said with an ecstatic smile.

“How is this possible?” Logan breathed, taking the paper and inspecting it. “I… I thought—”

“Come here,” Eudora commanded, and Logan looked up. She’d gotten up from her loom, staring down at the two of them. Logan hadn’t even noticed the clacking had ceased. Killian smiled at her and her eyes softened somewhat.

Logan stood. “Can I help you?”

Eudora’s expression returned to its hardened state as she met his eye. “I need to take your measurements,” she said, pulling a thin length of fabric from a pocket within her dress. The dress was made of similar material to the skirts she’d made Mikhail and Daveigh, though it was stained a deep purplish red. The same one she’d worn the night they’d arrived. Logan had figured she’d simply conjured it for herself—she was a witch after all, and as far as Logan had seen, magic had little limitation on what it could or could not perform. Now, having seen the loom, he thought it was more likely she was simply a very skilled seamstress. “Unless you want to remain in your filthy noke clothes for the rest of eternity.”

“Where did you acquire such a machine?” he asked, approaching the loom. He noticed more symbols like the ones Killian had on his muhlte carved into the beams.

“Arms up,” she said, wrapping the narrow fabric around his waist. “Killian made it for me.”

“He made it? By himself?”

She glanced up at him. “Yes. You’ve forgotten how long we’ve been here, child. He had several centuries to get it right. Besides, he used to be a carpenter.”

“Really?” Logan looked back at Killian, who had resumed playing the muhlte.

“Killian was a man of many professions,” she said, pinching the fabric where it overlapped.

She held out a hand and Killian tossed her a piece of charcoal. “His father was a blacksmith and trained him until he apprenticed with a carpenter instead.” She marked the cloth where her fingers were pinched.

Killian chuckled. “Ha–ay–ated that.”

“Yes,” Eudora said, a small smile playing at her lips. “His father didn’t approve of the profession, much less marrying said carpenter’s daughter a few years later. A skirt will be faster, but I could fashion you pants if you wish,” she said, stepping off the stone dais and walking to a corner of the room lined with at least a dozen wooden crates. She lifted a hand and motioned for him to follow.

“A skirt will be more than sufficient,” Logan said, trotting after her.

Opening one of the crates, Eudora revealed rolls and rolls of that same whitish fabric. She unwound a length of it, referencing her measuring tape and looking Logan up and down a few times.

“How much cloth have you made? This is quite impressive,” Logan said, running a finger over one of the rolls. The weave was perfectly even and tightly spaced.

“Far too much, I think,” she muttered, pulling the fabric away from the crate, closing the lid, and folding the remaining cloth over the top. Eudora reached up and plucked a thin blade from where it rested on a small stone shelf. Like Mikhail’s knife, it was a pale quartz with a wooden handle, though the body was significantly thinner and the blade curved up at the end. More mysterious equations ran down its length, though these seemed different.

Eudora pulled the knife along the lines she’d drawn, barely applying any pressure and yet the fabric split cleanly, as if cut by the sharpest of scissors. “Are you and Patton similar enough I could use the same measurements?” she asked absently.

“He’s five inches taller than me,” Logan said. “I’m not sure how our waists compare.”

“I’ll just make it adjustable,” she muttered, more to herself than to Logan. Once the rectangle of cloth was cut free, she gave him a look and Logan immediately lifted his arms as she wrapped it around his hips.

“Where do you get all this thread?”

“Your questions never end, do they?”

Logan swallowed. “Sorry.”

Eudora sighed. “There’s a plant that grows near the freshwater springs that has threads of fiber inside of the stalk,” she explained, making a few more marks around the waist of the skirt. “There isn’t a lot, so I have to harvest it slowly to make sure it grows back.”

“I see,” Logan said, biting back the flurry of questions running through his mind. For a plant-based fiber, the cloth was extremely soft. Surely there was some processing involved, or perhaps magic. Satisfied, she pulled it away and returned to the top of the crate, using it as a tabletop and grabbing her knife again.

“Thank you,” Eudora said so softly, Logan almost didn’t hear it.

“For what?”

“Talking to Killian,” she said, trimming a miniscule strip from the bottom hem.

Logan bit his lip. It wasn’t his place. He had no right to weigh in… but it seemed so obvious to him. Eudora glanced over at him.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie,” she snapped, shoving the fabric into his arms and turning her back. “Put it on. See if it fits right and tell me what you’re thinking.”

A little self-consciously, Logan stripped and kicked his old clothes to the side, wrapping the skirt around his waist. He tied the corners in a knot and tucked the ends into the waistband.

“Why do you and Killian stay in this cave?” he asked, and Eudora turned back around, inspecting her work.

“He can’t handle too much stimulation in the state he’s in,” she said, motioning for him to turn in a circle with a finger. “The last time we ventured past the beach, he had an episode.”

“How long ago was that? How can you be sure what caused it?” Logan pressed.

Eudora pressed her lips into a thin line. “I am keeping him safe.”

“From what? You just thanked me for talking to him,” Logan said incredulously. “I hope you know that’s something he shouldn’t have to be craving.”

Eudora looked away. “He’s fragile.”

“No, he’s not. Your faith in him is,” Logan spat, anger growing. He pointed over at Killian, who had stopped playing, watching them with growing concern. “He’s a certifiable genius that you’ve kept locked up because you’re too obsessed with what you perceive as a failure!”

Now it was Eudora’s turn to get angry. “How dare you,” she hissed. “You have no idea what he’s been through.”

“What about what he's going through right now? Do you really think you’re helping by keeping him here? Have you even talked to him enough to know how he feels about it?” Logan demanded. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re the fragile one.”

She gripped her thin knife in her hand. "You're wrong!"

“When are you going to realize that he doesn’t blame you?!” Logan bellowed back.

Eudora’s nostrils flared “You insolent child, you know nothing!” she screamed, Logan flinching as her voice sent shivers through him. Eudora stepped toward him, knife raised. Logan felt a hand on his shoulder, throwing him backward, and suddenly Killian was there, arm up defensively as Eudora’s knife slashed downward. Blood spattered on the rocky ground, a long gash running down Killian’s forearm. Logan stumbled back, barely keeping his footing.

Eudora immediately paled, looking as if she might faint. “What have I done?” she breathed, dropping the knife. "What am I doing?"

“Stop, Dora,” Killian said forcefully, and she flinched.

“I… I didn’t mean—” she stammered, reaching toward Killian’s wound tentatively as if to heal it, but hesitated. “I sounded just like her, didn’t I?” she whispered miserably, covering her mouth with her hands.

Logan noticed Killian’s hands just barely trembling. “The bo…boy is rrrri–hight, Dora. I d–don–don’t blame… –ame you for thi–this,” he said, gesturing to his mouth.

“You were suffering and I... I could have done so much better,” she lamented. “With the right tools, I could have—”

“No,” Killian cut her off. “You di–did–did–did,” he stuttered, stuck on the word. Logan opened his mouth, but Killian raised a hand to stop him. Logan refrained, understanding. She had to hear this from him.

“You di–did yyyyour best, Dora,” he said, blood dripping from his elbow. “I’m okay.”

"I can't believe I actually..." Eudora said, beginning to back away. She looked like she might bolt. Killian stepped forward and wrapped her in a hug instead. She dissolved into tears. “I’m sorry,” she cried into his chest. “I’m so sorry. I should have asked. I should have known, but I–I didn’t even think—and you were so unhappy this entire time…”

“T–Tahti said w–we–we learn ffrrrrom the pas…–ast,” he said, stroking her hair.

She laughed wetly. “To correct the future. I remember.”

Logan gathered his new skirt into his arms and cleared his throat. Eudora stiffened, though more with shame than anger. “Thank you for the skirt,” he said. “I’ll leave you two alone.” He hadn't exactly gotten the idea for getting of the island he'd been hoping for, but he figured sticking around wasn't the best course of action.

Eudora gently pushed away from Killian to look at him. “I… I apologize for attacking you… and arguing when you only meant well,” she said, genuine despite how hard it looked for her to say those words.

Logan nodded. “I accept your apology.”

She gave a small smile. “Thank you. Please tell Patton I’ll have his skirt ready soon.”

“I’ll let you give it to him yourself,” he said encouragingly, nodding goodbye to Killian and exiting the cave.

#tw violence #violence #mild violence #blood #tw blood #arguing #tw arguing #yelling #tw yelling #COTN

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pillowfluffs · 5 years

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Study Buddy!Renjun

Pairing: Renjun X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: high school fluff

Summary: Renjun brings you a sweet snack before he comes over to study with you!

Author’s Note: I should’ve had Y/N and Renjun study chemistry together since they got it in this story uwu

“Electron transfer from NADH to oxygen is an exergonic reaction with a free-energy change of —53 kcal/mol. Instead...” You could barely keep your eyes open and you could feel the energy draining out of your body as you pushed through. Honestly, you didn’t care about electrons and how they move, chain to chain, but you were sat in an uncomfortable chair in your room, hunched over your desk writing out pages of notes for an upcoming test. You huffed out air, looking back and wondered why you thought AP biology as a freshman was a good idea, especially when everyone else was wise enough to steer clear, unless they chose to go down the STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics) path in the future.

Your eyes felt like they were about to fall out of your head if you continued to fill it more with information about cells and their respiration and fermentation. This was not at all at how you wished to spend your Friday afternoon, alas, you were only a few textbook pages to finishing the second-to-last chapter. You rolled back from your desk, letting your entire body just collapse into relaxation. Your arms dangled and your head just hung from the back of the chair.

Fortunately, you weren’t left to suffer alone. Renjun took the class too and it didn’t seem like he was suffering as much as you were. If anything, he was on top of the work, somehow, always ahead, which made him seem even more inhuman. All your friends had dodged the bullet of AP bio and even tried to warn you of the work loads, but you had brushed them all away.

You took a deep breath, looking at the time. “5:23” it read. You had been sitting here for almost two whole hours since school ended and Renjun said he would come over and study with you, but you hadn’t seen nor heard from him since sixth period. sitting back up in your seat, you patted your cheeks, waking yourself up before you buried yourself back into the world of cells and biology.

Your eyes were glued on the text, absorbing the best you could of the material. It was the final concept of the chapter you were on before you moved on to the final chapter, but it was like a giant rock blocked off whatever you were reading. Nothing made sense, no matter how many times you reread it from beginning to end, as slow as you could, word by word, but nothing. It seemed so unrelated to the topic and chapter. You finally reached your burning point and just gave up. The earbuds went in and the music played. You rolled back, sitting right in front of the window, watching the clouds float past and the sky change colors as the sun set. Your eyes began to droop as the music began to drone in your ears. It was a burning satisfaction now that your eyes were closed and you yawned, feeling the hot tears roll down your cheeks.

“Y/N?” You were shaken awake from your seat with your music paused and your phone on the ground. You were met with Renjun who knelt before you with his backpack slung over one of his shoulders. You pulled them out of your ear, stifling another yawn.

“Hey, what time is it?” your voice soft with sleep.

“Almost six.” He looked at his watch. He combed his fingers through your hair, knowing how much you found comfort whenever he did it. His hands cupped your face and his thumb rubbed your cheek soothingly.

“Where have you been?” You leaned against his touch, holding his hand in yours.

“Well, I first went home and made some material to help you study this chapter and then I went to the grocery store to get some fruit and here I am.”

He grabbed the platter of sliced fruits spread out in a way to make it look too pretty to eat. Strawberries and mangoes looked like flowers and kiwis accented the fruits as if they were leaves for the flowers. Tangerines and apple slices were spread all around and the center of the platter had a small bowl of grapes and blueberries.

“Wait, but we were assigned these chapters yesterday. I barely got through three chapters today and I couldn’t even understand the end of the fourth, but you already finished? Within a sitting?”

“Uh, I guess.” He scratched the back of his head standing up, placing the fruit platter onto a clear space on your desk. “I made flash cards and brought my notes so you could reference. I’m all yours for the rest of the night... Well, until I have to go home later.” He walked around you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your temple and cheek. “Ready?” He pulled up another chair and pulled you next to him to your desk.

“I don’t deserve you and how you understand and keep up all of this literally blows my mind.” You rested your head on your notebook, meeting his eyes with a pout on your lips.

“Golden hands, golden mind.” He winked at you with a smirk on his lips. “Okay, so, what do you need help with?” He reached into his backpack and pulled out his notebook, flipping through his prestigious notes.

You leaned back on his shoulder and flipped open your textbook back to where you had stopped. “This, I don’t get the versatility of catabolism and biosynthesis,” you sighed, feeling the frustration of rereading the same words over and over again to no prevail.

Without missing a beat, Renjun flipped to the pages in his notebook relaying his notes to you. You knew his words were from the textbook itself, but he just paraphrased them in a way that it all clicked. He fed you fruit as he explained, always asking you if you understood and if not, he would reword and rephrase.

Before you knew it, Renjun walked you through the entire five chapters, taught you with his flash cards along the way, and constantly fed you fruit until the plate was empty and your mind and stomach fuller. Crickets sung into the night as fireflies competed with the stars in the night sky for which captured the most beauty during the late hours.

“Get it?” He brushed away the eraser shavings from your notebook. “It’s a tough concept and to me honest, it took me awhile to pick it up.” He scratched the back of his head, hoping you weren’t as confused as he was when he first read it.

“I think so...” You stared at his notes, relaying his words in your mind. “Ugh, this is all so much, I shouldn’t have taken this class,” you groaned leaning back in your seat.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up so much. Plus, this is only the beginning. We haven’t taken a science class with a sudden demand of workload like this before, so cut yourself some slack.” He took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “Plus, think about it. Everything we learned within this one assignment. So many things are going on within our bodies and all around us in all different shapes and sizes. There’s so much to learn and we only have a single lifetime. Just like our universe, there’s so many stars and endless possibilities out there. It could be all right next to us and we wouldn’t even know-�� he caught his own words when he saw the look in your eyes and the small smile on your lips. “Sorry, I’m rambling.” His eyes fell to his hands playing with yours, hiding the shy smile on his face, hoping you didn’t see the flush on his face.

“No, it’s fine. I love it when you ramble. You make life and the world and everything else sound so interesting and just, otherworldly. Plus.” You leaned closer to his face, seeing his eyes cast from yours to your lips just a few mere inches away. “Your eyes light up brighter than all the stars and fireflies when you do.” You smile pressing a chaste kiss against his lips making his hand tighten around yours, never wanting to let you go, never wanting this night to end. “And I hope you never lose that light.”

“When I’m with you, I could never.”

~~~~~ Masterlist for more! Thank you for reading!

Draft made: August 30, 2019 at 9:36pm EST Final Draft made: September 8, 2019 at 6:48pm EST Posted: October 6, 2019 at 4:00pm EST

#huang renjun #renjun #nct imagines #nct #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct scenarios #renjun imagines #renjun scenarios #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #renjun x reader #pillowfluffs #huang renjun x reader #huang renjun imagines #huang renjun scenarios

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mossdeemo · 5 years

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6 Dad’s — Chapter 1

Buckle up, kiddos

Ship: Roman x Deceit x Emile x Remus x Thomas x Remy (yeah try and think of a ship name for that)

This chapter specifically is mostly Demile, Roceit, and whatever Emile x Remus’ ship name is, but is Deceit x Emile x Roman x Remus

Characters: The sides, Thomas, Emile, Remy, and Dice.

This chapter specifically has Deceit, Emile, Virgil, Roman, and Remus.

Plot: 6 dads and their 4 kids are cute and get into shenanigans. The 6 of them all meet and get into a poly relationship, and fun 👌 and drama ☕️ insue.

This is really fun to write, and @pricklyfish777 and I had so much fun planning it XD

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Virge Raspberry stumbled down the stairs of her home, eyes half shut. She wrapped her arms around herself as he reached the cool, wooden floor, following the smell of pancakes in the air.

Her fathers stood in the kitchen. Emile was the one cooking, standing in front of the stove and humming the “Bacon Pancakes” song from Adventure Time. Dee was pouring three mugs of coffee, and was the one to turn his head when Virge entered the room.

Dee leaned against the counter, reaching out and offering Virge her mug. She drifted over, shutting her eyes as she took a slow sip of her bean juice.

“Good morning, my little vampire queen!” Emile grinned, walking over to Virge and kissing her on the head.

Virge looked up at him as he grabbed a few plates from the cupboard, rubbing her eyes. “Hey, my, uh… yeah you’re better at the nicknames than I am.”

Emile laughed, putting everyone’s plates together. “Well, that’s okay, bubblegum.”

Virge smiled, taking her usually seat at the kitchen table. “Lemme guess, you rewatched Adventure Time recently?”

“Dee and I watched a few episodes last night! I have some patients I have to visit at the hospital that I think could really relate to… oh, well, never mind that! Breakfast is ready!” Emile chuckled, setting a plate of pancakes and fruit down in from of Virge.

The three of them sat down at the small wooden table, and all started eating. They both thanked Emile, and he just giggled and waved a hand.

Dee took a slow sip of his drink. “I start rehearsals today, so I probably won’t be home until tonight. You’ll be home before 3, Emile?”

Emile nodded a few times, pancake stuffed in his mouth. He gave a thumbs up.

Dee nodded, adjusting the collar on his button-up. He finished first, setting his dishes in the sink and glancing at the clock. He put his hand on Emile’s shoulders from behind, kissing the top of his head.

“I’ll see you both tonight. I love you.” He moved over to Virge, pecking her on the cheek quickly before heading out of the kitchen. They both called “I love you’s” back to their father/husband, and watched as he left the house.

Emile and Virge finished eating, grabbed their bags, and then headed out to Emile’s car. He glanced over at her as he drove.

“You have your school bag? And your lunch? And your phone?” Emile asked, reaching over and pushing the bangs out of Virge’s eyes.

“Yeah, dad.” She chuckled, looking down at her legs. “I’m good. It’s not like this is my first day.”

“I know that, silly.” Emile slowed down, stopping near the school. “Just making sure. Have a good day, love.”

“You too, dad.” Virgil nodded, getting out of the car.

Emile gave his daughter one last little wave before driving away.

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Dee stood in the rather small theatre. He stared at the script in his hands, squinting as he read it over. Emile always told him he should get glasses, but they would just look ridiculous on him.

Dee has gotten one of the leading roles in this show, and he intended to do well. To do amazing, actually. He was a professional, and nothing could possibly distract him from his work.

Except for handsome theatre nerds, apparently.

Roman Mango, who was going to be playing his love interest, was a massive flirt. And he was gorgeous.

Dee hadn’t met him before, but had seen him around quite a bit. He had been to a few shows Roman had been in, even. He was a very good actor. But now, seeing him up close like this… wow.

Roman had approached Dee, a grin on his face. He seemed a bit tired, and his flowing hair was pinned back in a messy bun. Roman introduced himself, made a comment about them both having fruits as surnames, and then took Dee by the arms and lead him away to talk to the other members of the cast together.

The two of them got along fairly well, which was definitely a relief. They would be working together a lot for the next few months.

Dee and Roman stayed together for the day. They still did their jobs, and didn’t cause any trouble, they weren’t children. But the tension between them from the not-so-subtle flirting and touching was a little intense for the other cast members. Dee suggested that Roman should come over sometime soon to practice their lines together.

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Emile had two appointments at the hospital; one at 10am, and the other at 12am. In the hour-ish between those two appointments, he decided to take a walk outside. To get some fresh air, and to get away from the icky hospital smell.

Emile hummed “Island Song” to himself, stepping into the grass at the side of the building, away from the parking lot. There wasn’t a lot over here; there was fence blocking him from a steep hill leaning down to the ocean on this side of the hospital, and the other two sides were blocked in by a cliff and the building itself. In this small area, there was grass, a picnic table, and a nice looking doctor sitting and smoking a cigarette.

Emile wasn’t sure that smoking that close to the building was allowed, but he decided that wasn’t a great conversation starter. He approached the man, waving a bit and adjusting his glasses.

The man was cute, in a grungy, tired older guy kinda way. He leaned against the table, looking up at Emile when he approached. He gave a lopsided grin that made Emile’s heart flutter.

Emile was invited to sit down, and started chatting up this doctor. His name was Remus Halva, and he was a neurosurgeon. Remus liked to talk. A lot. He was rambling about… basically nothing, but Emile still listened. He asked if he had any cool surgery stories, and then immediately regretted it a little. Remus seemed pretty spacey, but could apparently remember some really disgusting stories in graphic detail. It didn’t bother Emile; just caught him off guard.

“And that’s why Ms. Moreno quit last month. I offered to help her wash it all out, but..” Remus cackled, shrugging. “Anyways, so… what’s your name?”

Emile grinned, giggling and shaking his head. “Emile Picani.”

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Virge headed into the cafeteria, glancing around and heading towards her usual spot. Neither of her friends had shown up yet. She zipped open her bag, digging around for her lunch.

She frowned as she felt a presence over her shoulder, glancing up without moving her head.

“Hey Blake. What do you want?” She asked, pulling out a paper bag.

“Nothing, bro. I skipped Hawkin’s class, did I—”

“I asked you to stop calling me that.” Virge leaned forward, biting her lip. She unwrapped her sandwich, fiddling with the plastic.

Blake blinked. “What?”

“I just… I’m a girl, and I don’t really like it…” she said quietly, staring down at her sandwich.

Blake stepped back slightly. “Uh, okay, whatever you say, dude…” Virgil heard him laugh as he walked away, and felt like flipping him off. This was the fourth time today she had to correct someone on her name or her pronouns— was she really asking for so much?

Virge’s train of thought was interrupted as someone dropped a tray down on the table. Dice Vanilla flipped the seat backwards before sitting down in it, leaning forward.

Neither of them spoke, eating their food in silence. Dice had started hanging out with Virgil’s friend Talyn earlier this year, and they had kind of become friends through them. Though, Dice was kind of a dick. Talyn joined them at the table, sitting next to Dice with their partner Joan.

“You need to redye your hair, girl. It looks like crap.” Dice told her, after almost 15 minutes of silence.

Virge just snorted, tossing one of her baby carrots onto his tray. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

He picked it up and took a bite of it, smiling.

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Dee didn’t arrive back home until around 6pm. He had been having so much fun at the theatre with Roman, during and after rehearsal, that he hadn’t realized time had passed.

He entered the house with a grin on his face, looking around for his beautiful husband. “Emile?”

Emile looked up from where he was sitting on the couch as Dee flopped down next to him, resting his head in his lap. Emile grinned, taking Dee’s hand and kissing it. “Have a good day, love?”

Dee hummed, shutting his eyes and stretching out. “It was wonderful. I met someone. Emile, you have to meet this beautiful man.” He laughed, turning and snuggling into his husband’s stomach.

“Really? I was gonna say the same thing to you! There’s this doctor at the hospital. He’s so lovely, Dee. You’d adore him.”

Dee grinned, shifting so that he could sit up in Emile’s lap. He kissed him, chuckling and taking out his phone. “I guess we both had a very good day. Here, let me show you him…”

Roman had insisted that Dee and Roman took a picture together for Roman’s Instagram. Dee took a moment to find it, before showing it to Emile.

Emile took the phone, squinting and adjusting his glasses. “This is the guy you met today? That’s so weird, he looks just like that doctor..”

Dee chuckled, looking at the picture of himself and Roman again. “Ah, yeah, that’s weird…”

Emile rolled his eyes, playing with Dee’s hair. “Get your head out of the clouds, Romeo. You’ll see what I mean when you meet him. They could be twins! Except mine has a really cute moustache.”

Dee gasped dramatically, getting up out of his husband’s lap. “Mine’s way cuter! I’m going to invite him over soon. How does Saturday sound?”

“Sure, love. Virge’s gonna be staying at her friend’s house on Friday night. Maybe I can invite Remus over too..”

Frowning, Dee glanced towards the stairs. “How is Virge? Did she tell you about her day at school?”

“She said it was alright, but she seemed pretty tired. I told her to go lie down for a bit…” Emile stood up next to Dee, putting a hand on his back. “We should make pasta, it’s one of her favourites..”

Dee took Emile by the hands, leading him towards the kitchen. He spun him around, planting a kiss on his forehead. “That sounds lovely, gumball.”

Emile flushed and squeaked, resting his hands on Dee’s chest and giggling. “Stop being cute and boil some water, Deedee.”

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That Saturday, Dee invited Roman over to “rehearse their lines”. They had seen each other a few more times that week, and Dee was really looking forward to this. Roman had texted Dee several times beforehand how excited he was to come over.

Roman approached the house, checking the address one last time on his phone. He had been lucky enough to get a babysitter for Patton, and didn’t want to ruin this date— he was just calling it a date, he wasn’t sure what it was— by getting himself lost.

He knocked on the door, and was relieved when it was Dee who pulled him inside, wrapping an arm around his waist. Dee shut the front door, grinning and looking down at him. Roman returned the expression, pulling away and taking a quick look around.

“Your house is so lovely, Dee. Do you live here alone..?” He asked, as he was led over to the couch.

Dee paused for a moment, then shook his head. “No, of course not. I told you about my kid, didn’t I? One moment love, I made some tea.” Dee winked, heading over to there kitchen.

Roman nodded at him, sitting down on the couch. “Yes, right! You did.” He spotted a framed photo on the coffee table, reaching over and picking it up. It was of Dee, what he assumed was his daughter, and another man he didn’t recognize. “Is this her? She’s very pretty..” he said softly, setting the photo back down.

Looking around the room, there were a lot of family photos. Dee, Virge, and this other man. Roman stopped to think for a moment. Did Dee wear a wedding ring? Maybe he should leave.

But Dee came back with their tea, sitting down next to Roman as they began chatting. Roman kept getting distracted. Dee was wearing what was certainly a wedding ring, and Roman knew that he should go, but didn’t.

Small talk and sipping tea very quickly turned into heavy making out, with Dee sitting on top of him. Did Roman feel guilty? A little, but he was starting to forget about that. At least, until he heard noises outside.

Roman put his hands on Dee’s chest, breaking their kiss. “Dee, I think someone’s…”

Dee turned to the window, where he could see a car in his driveway. “Oh. That’s just my husband.”

If Roman wasn’t currently pinned to the couch by Dee’s body, he would be scrambling out of the window right now. “Your what?—”

The front door opened, and two men stepped into the house. Roman couldn’t see them well, with Dee blocking most of the door, but the one he could see better was definitely Dee’s husband.

Emile and Remus entered the house after their date, Emile humming to himself and holding his date’s hand. They had gone out to eat and went for a walk together, but it was getting chilly, and Emile’s flirty length skirt was not enough to keep him warm. So, they decided to come back home.

Emile has completely forgotten that Dee and his friend would be here. When he entered the house and saw them, he started giggling, politely glancing away. “Oh, I’m sorry! Am I interrupting, love?

Dee started laughing, turning a bit to face Emile. “Of course not, darling. How was your date?”

“We had a lot of fun!” Emile glanced at Remus, who was staring at Dee and Roman with his eyebrows raised. “You wanna maybe take a break and come say hi? I’d love to meet Roman…” Emile smiled, tilting his head to get a better look at Roman.

Dee smirked at Roman, winking before climbing off of him. He offered the smaller man a hand, pulling him to his feet.

Roman and Remus locked eyes, Roman giving him a “what the fuck is going on” face. Remus just shrugged, then frowned, as he got a better look at this man.

“This is Remus, the surgeon I was telling you about, Dee! I told you he looked just like Roman.”

That was true. The two of them looked really similar. Besides from some facial differences, their difference in height, and their hairstyles— they could probably be twins.

Remus looked Roman up and down, a hand on his hip. “Oh, I’ve definitely fantasized about this.”

Roman’s eyes widened, and he felt his face heating up. He sputtered for a moment, taking a small step back. “Why— I— who are you?”

“Remus Halva. It’s nice to meet you, beautiful.” He winked, reaching out and taking Roman’s hand. He bowed dramatically and kissed the back of it.

Roman pulled his hand back, smiling and biting his lip.

Emile and Dee looked at each other, both smirking. Emile stepped forward, taking Roman by the arm and leading him back over to the couch. “Cmon, I’m super chilly! We should cuddle and watch Tangled!”

That got Roman’s attention. He grinned and allows himself to be dragged away by Emile. Dee and Remus looked each other over, decided that they would definitely like to cuddle, and followed them over to the couch.

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