#nope just the balloons and smiling the whole time

[heretherebedork]

Look, the first step of getting back together with someone you hurt has to be an apology. Without an apology... the rest is meaningless. You literally broke up with her, said you didn't like women and refused to speak to her and now you're like 'yeah, we can totes get back together without a single word of apology from me' and like... what? you can't just 'make it happen' if you don't take the time to reflect on what you did.

Oh, great, an apology balloon. Very sincere. Ugh. Earn has nor right to try to look smug about this. You're the one who broke up with her in the literally most painful way possible.

[harveybwabbit92]

Grocery girl: Ken Sato x reader pt. 1

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You were a delivery girl who was a frequently dispatched to famous baseball player's Ken Sato residence, you were a nobody that anyone hardly paid attention to, until you found the legendary baseball passed out on his front steps looking like hell, being a bit of worry wart you help him inside and that things took a HUGE turn when you find yourself playing mommy for a giant baby dragon....

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Part 2,Part3,part4

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"He's been ordering a lot of Coconut water lately..." R/n mumbled as she loaded up her delivery van with the items on the shopping list Ken Sato's assistant sent her for his bi-weekly delivery, usually he just orders beer, protein shakes and a melange western food some of which were not a common find around Japanese super markets.

R/n had to go special import stores for some of the stuff Mr. Sato orders; which takes R/n though a wild runaround of the entire city, A route that none her other coworkers had the time or patience for; even the self-proclaimed "Sato-fan queen" Who stole R/n's route gave up within 20 minutes when she couldn't find the tiny shop that sold his special brand of coffee.

Her saga ended when she tried to cut corners and grabbed random items and delivered those instead...Yeah, that went over like a lead balloon. Her majesty got a harsh chewing out by the boss after Mr. Sato's assistant complained about the delivery and threatened a restraining order after the younger devilry girl displayed an obsessive and aggressive attitude.

(I.E. taking selfies of herself in front of the house, flirting into the intercom and trying to force herself into Mr Sato's house when she realized he wasn't home.)

Needless to say, R/n was assigned Mr. Sato's personal delivery girl, cos she was the only one that didn't have crush on him. Much to the ire of her female and few male coworkers. R/n remembered the first time Mr. Sato was there to receive his groceries in person. He seemed thrown off by her complete impassiveness towards him....

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{Flashback, To Ken taking the groceries from R/n, he kept staring at the delivery girl expecting her to crack a smile or squeal excitedly or something, but no, she kept a neutral expression on her face and stayed professional during the entire transaction.]

"Uh....Aren't you going to ask for my autograph?"

"Nope."

"But...I'm Ken Sato."

"Yeah, I know who you are and I don't care. sign here."

R/n holds out her tablet as Ken stares at her baffled; he signs the digital receipt, R/n printed out the receipt sticker and slapped it on the the box the baseball player was holding, The (Y/Height) woman then tipped her hat to him before getting into her van and driving off leaving Ken standing in his driveway completely dumbfounded. 

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After that Mr. Sato and R/n kept their interactions short and sweet, which seemed to work just fine for them. But things change and R/n was going to experience a very big change in her life.

It all started when the Sato-stalker queen Or Meiko AKA: "Meimei" as calls herself on her blog invited R/n to Mr. Sato's premier game, R/n tried to reject the offer as gently as possible; sports were never really her thing, but the bottle blonde girl had guilt tripped her into going. Apparently she doesn't have many friends (wonder why?), so there was R/n sitting up in the nosebleed section while feeling awkward in the sparkly baseball jersey Meimei had insisted she wear for the occasion.

The whole time the blonde was squealing and blabbing about Mr. Sato and how handsome he was and how unfair it was that R/n got to see him, thought the older woman was quick to dash whatever hopes Meimei had of hearing about Mr. Sato's personal life by informing her that he's barely home when she delivers to him and few times he is there it's just to receive the groceries.

"What goes on in Mr. Sato's private life is not our business..." R/n affirmed Meimei just pouted and called R/n mean before turning her attention to the pitch, she gasped loudly and started shaking R/n excitedly. "Ohmygash,ohmygash!! It's him! she squealed as Mr. Sato stepped on to the field towards his position at bat.

R/n couldn't help but wince when she watched Ken miss the first two balls, she saw the catcher from the other team say something that peeved off Mr. Sato; it looked like they were going to throw down until the umpire calmed it down and Mr. Sato change his position at the third pitch.

He pulled off an impressive power hit that got the crowd screaming and cheering. However, as Meimei was squealing and shaking R/n for what seemed to be for the umpteenth time she failed to notice her older coworker's attention was completely fixated on something else.

She felt R/n suddenly grab her hand. Meimei looked at R/n bemused but then noticed her complexion had gone ashen as the older delivery girl pointed up at the sky; the younger one followed her gaze and lost all of her peppiness in seconds as an explosion from a downed aircraft went off over the stadium causing the entire place to shake!

The stadium erupted into chaos as R/n instinctively covered her younger coworker from any fallen debris as the Kaiju alert system went off ordering everyone to evacuate! R/n and Meimei wasted no time getting out of the stadium just in time to see Ultraman arrive and punch the Kaiju away from the stadium. R/n stood back to watch them fight for a few moments before a hysterical Meimei dragged her away...

{Cut to a few hours later}

R/n was finishing up a few late night deliveries, some of her coworker didn't want to come in due to the monster attack so R/n was forced to take over their shifts. She had just finished delivering cat-food to a nice old lady, when she got a call from Mr. Sato he wanted donuts and coffee.

R/n sighed and went to work she pulled up to Ken's home on the old delivery scooter the boss had rusting in the back seeing as it was a small delivery, it was raining heavily by the time she pulled up to the house. R/n walked up and knocked the door Mr. Sato opened the door and looked startled to see her.

"Uh, What are you doing here so late?" He asked looking around his driveway, R/n cocked a brow and held up his order like it should be obvious. "Yeah, I know...But it's usually the old guy that delivers this late." R/n explained he took the night off she was filing in, Ken reluctantly took the donuts when he notices how wet her uniform was and looked outside again and noticed the rusty scooter just chilling in his driveway and frowned.

"You didn't drive all the way up here on that thing did you?" R/n just shrugged Mr. Sato looked like he was going invite her in or something, but they were interrupted by a weird cry coming from somewhere in the house. "What was that?" R/n inquired bouncing on her toes trying to look over his shoulder, the baseball player got this 'oh crap' look on his face as he quickly blocked her view.

"Uh, Nothing, j-just my TV! Here's your tip!" R/n's phone pinged the delivery girl's usual calm demeanor was replaced with one of panic as she tried to explain that Japan doesn't practice tipping! Only for her eyes widened in shock the amount he sent her. "...And e-Even if we did do tips, I think you overdid-" Mr. Sato quickly cuts her off. "No I didn't!" and slammed the door in her face.

R/n blinked a few times as she looked between her phone and the door baffled after a few seconds of trying figure out what that all about? Before shrugging then walked back her scooter and drove off....

{Ken gave the reader about three hundred dollars.)

[Next time R/n finds out just what Mr. Sato was hiding in his house the encounter was both cute and terrifying.]

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Cross posted on my A03/Squidgeworld/Wattpad.

[its-avalon-08]

omg i’m so happy to know i made ur day <3 also can i request something??

lando, oscar or logan; he pretends to forget her birthday or something like that so she spends the whole day upset but then he surprises her with something really cute at the end of it??

confetti and cake (op81)

✦ pairing - oscar piastri x female!reader

✦ genre - angst, tears, alot of fluff, oscar is the cutest

Y/N woke up with a flutter of excitement, her birthday finally here. She turned over in bed, expecting to see Oscar with a bright smile and a "Happy Birthday!" ready. Instead, he was already up, looking through his phone.

“Morning, Oscar,” she greeted, her voice full of hope.

“Morning, Y/N,” he replied without looking up.

She bit her lip, feeling a slight pang of disappointment. Maybe he had something special planned later. She got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast, half-expecting him to follow and surprise her. But Oscar stayed in the bedroom.

After breakfast, Oscar emerged, dressed casually. “Hey, I was thinking about heading out with Lando and Max for a bit. They wanted to catch up. You okay with that?”

Y/N blinked, taken aback. “Today? You’re going out today?”

“Yeah, why not? We haven’t hung out in a while.”

She tried to keep her voice steady. “Right, of course.”

Oscar noticed her tone but kept his face neutral. “You sure you’re okay with it?”

“Yeah, totally fine,” Y/N replied, turning away to hide her hurt expression. “Go have fun.”

Oscar nodded, grabbing his keys. “I won’t be long. We can do something together later, maybe.”

“Sure,” she muttered, the lump in her throat growing.

As he left, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a mix of anger and sadness. She spent the morning cleaning up the apartment, hoping the busywork would distract her. When Oscar finally returned in the afternoon, she was on the couch, scrolling through her phone with a forced calm.

“Hey, I’m back,” he announced.

“Great,” she replied without looking up.

He sat beside her, sensing her cold demeanor. “Did you do anything interesting today?”

“Nope, just the usual,” she said, her tone clipped.

Oscar tried to engage her in conversation, but she responded with short, uninterested answers. Finally, he sighed. “Y/N, are you mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad?” she snapped, unable to hold back any longer. “It’s not like today’s important or anything.”

“Come on, what’s going on?” he pressed.

“You really don’t know?” She stood up, glaring at him. “It’s my birthday, Oscar! How could you forget?”

Oscar feigned surprise. “Oh, wow, I… I had no idea.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears. “I can’t believe you, Oscar. I thought you cared.”

He tried to reach for her, but she pulled away. “Y/N, wait…”

“No, Oscar,” she said, her voice breaking. “You’ve made it clear how much you care. I’m going out.”

She grabbed her bag and stormed out of the apartment, leaving Oscar standing there, feeling a mix of guilt and anticipation. He watched her leave, knowing she would be back soon for the surprise he had planned.

time skip

Y/N walked around the neighborhood, trying to calm down. She couldn’t believe Oscar had forgotten her birthday. After an hour, she decided to head back, not wanting to spend her special day alone.

When she opened the door to their apartment, she was met with an unexpected sight. The entire living room was filled with her favorite people, all smiling and cheering.

“Surprise!” they all shouted in unison.

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock. There were banners with “Happy Birthday Y/N!” strung across the walls, balloons in her favorite colors, and gifts piled high on the table. Her childhood friends were there, along with Lando, Carlos, and several other F1 drivers she had become close with over the years.

Oscar stepped forward, a wide grin on his face. “Happy birthday, Y/N!”

Y/N’s hand flew to her mouth, tears of joy welling up in her eyes. “You all… you’re all here?”

Lando walked over, handing her a brightly wrapped gift. “Of course we are! Oscar’s been planning this for weeks.”

Carlos nodded, hugging her. “We wouldn’t miss your birthday for anything.”

Y/N turned to Oscar, overwhelmed with emotion. “You did all this for me?”

Oscar smiled, taking her hands. “I’m sorry for making you think I forgot. I just wanted it to be a big surprise. You mean the world to me, Y/N, and I wanted to show you how much you’re loved.”

Y/N hugged him tightly, her heart bursting with happiness. “Thank you, Oscar. This is the best birthday ever.”

The party kicked into full swing, with laughter, music, and endless chatter. Y/N was surrounded by her friends, each one sharing stories and creating new memories. Oscar watched her from across the room, his heart swelling with pride and love.

As the evening went on, Y/N made her way back to Oscar, her face glowing with happiness. “I can’t believe you pulled this off,” she said, leaning into him.

Oscar wrapped an arm around her, kissing her temple. “Anything for you, love. You deserve the best.”

She smiled up at him, eyes sparkling. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You already have,” he replied softly, holding her close. “Just seeing you happy is all I need.”

Y/N kissed him, feeling truly cherished and loved. She couldn’t have asked for a better birthday, surrounded by her favorite people and the man who made it all happen. The night was filled with joy, laughter, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude, making it a birthday she would never forget.

time skip

As the party wound down, Y/N found herself surrounded by a mountain of gifts and heartfelt birthday wishes from all her friends. One by one, they began to leave, hugging her tightly and promising to catch up soon. Lando and Carlos were the last to go, offering her one final group hug.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” Carlos said warmly. “We’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah, and don’t forget, we’ve got that dinner next week,” Lando added with a wink.

Y/N smiled, feeling the love from her friends. “Thank you, guys. This has been amazing.”

Once the door closed behind them, Y/N turned to Oscar, who was tidying up the living room. She walked over and hugged him from behind, resting her head on his shoulder. “I can’t believe you did all this, Oscar. It was perfect.”

Oscar turned around and kissed her forehead. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. But the night isn’t over yet. I have one more surprise for you.”

He led her to the couch, where a small box and an envelope lay waiting. Y/N sat down, her heart racing with anticipation. Oscar handed her the box first.

“Open this one,” he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

Y/N carefully unwrapped the box and opened it to reveal a beautiful pendant, the one she had admired when they first started dating but never got around to buying. Her eyes widened, and she looked up at him in astonishment. “Oscar, I can’t believe you remembered this.”

“Of course I did,” he said softly. “I wanted you to have something special, something that reminds you of how far we’ve come.”

Y/N felt tears welling up again as she clasped the pendant around her neck. “It’s perfect. Thank you, Oscar.”

He then handed her the envelope. “There’s one more thing.”

She opened it and found a single page torn from a journal. The handwriting was unmistakably Oscar’s. As she read the first few lines, her breath caught in her throat.

“Read it out loud,” Oscar encouraged gently.

Y/N wiped her eyes and began to read, her voice trembling. She glanced up at him, her eyes shimmering with emotion, before she began to read aloud.

“March 12th,

Today was a day I’ll never forget. I realized something that has been growing inside me for a while now, something that’s hard to put into words but feels undeniable. I’m falling in love with Y/N.

It hit me when we were sitting by the lake, just talking about everything and nothing. The way she looked at me with those bright, curious eyes, her laughter echoing in the evening air, made my heart feel fuller than it ever has. She has this incredible ability to make the mundane feel magical, to turn an ordinary moment into something extraordinary just by being herself.

I watched her, and I felt this overwhelming sense of gratitude that she’s in my life. Her smile can light up my darkest days, and her laughter is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. She’s kind, thoughtful, and so effortlessly beautiful, inside and out. When I’m with her, I feel like the best version of myself.

I remember the first time I saw her, thinking she was the most captivating person in the room. And now, every day, I’m discovering new reasons to love her. The way she cares for others, her passion for the things she loves, her resilience and strength—she’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more.

I can’t imagine my life without her. She’s become my anchor, my confidant, my best friend. And today, as we sat by the lake, I knew I wanted to spend forever with her. She’s the one I want to share all my moments with, the one I want to build a future with.

I love her. More than words can say.

-Oscar”

By the time Y/N finished reading, tears were streaming down her face. She looked up at Oscar, her voice trembling. “Oscar, this is… I don’t even have words. This is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever written for me.”

Oscar pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as he whispered, “I meant every word, Y/N. I cannot live without you.”

“Oscar, this is… I don’t even have words,” she sobbed, clutching the page to her chest. “You’ve made this the most incredible birthday ever.”

He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. “I wanted you to know how much you mean to me, Y/N. You’re my everything.”

She looked up at him, her heart overflowing with love. “I love you so much, Oscar.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, kissing her tenderly. “Happy birthday, my love.”

They stayed there for a long moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside fading away. It was a birthday she would never forget, filled with love, surprises, and the deepest connection she had ever felt.

[faeryarchives]

Little Ball of Sunshine (Leona Kingscholar x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Amid all the festive and crowd, a little ball of sunshine in the form of a cub found their way to you. Recent works: And Nothing More (Azul Ashengrotto & Jamil Viper x F!Reader) & Stay with me (Leona Kingscholar x GN!Reader) & heartslabyul with a furina-like female reader!

As one of the appointed students in charge of accommodating visitors from far and wide during the Night Raven annual festival - it was not surprising for you to see people walking up to you and asking for directions or performing tricks to calm down children who strayed too far from their parents, keeping watch until they are reunited again. After all, you would never hear the end of it from Crowley if some parents complained about security issues.

'Who knew Ace's party tricks would save me a lot?' A crowd of children gathers around you, eyes full of amazement and woe as you try juggling and creating balloon animals to make them smile before sending them off with their parents. They waved their hands goodbye one by one, and their words made you tear up a little. 

"Bye, thank you for visiting us!" Watching them exit the school grounds with looks of satisfaction gave you more motivation to do more. However, your body seems to beg to differ after performing one trick from another for hours without any rest, stumbling and closing your eyes for just a moment too long before brushing your hair out of your face. 

"My whole body feels sore..." You moaned, feigning to faint as you leaned your back to Jack, who pat your shoulder while arranging the lost items that people found and surrendered. 

"Jack, I'm going to die. I can't feel my body..."

"Then why don't you take a break for a while? You've been standing here all day, and I don't mind covering for you for an hour or so." The wolf suggested, not batting an eye until you turned around with eyes sparkling with delight. "You serious?" You asked, and Jack could read you like a book, seeing your body shudder with excitement.

"You never experienced the annual festival before, right?" He had a knowing smile as he put his hand on your head, ruining your hairstyle. "So go there and have fun."

Of course, you wouldn't let such an opportunity go; after all - annual festivals only happen once a year. It will be a shame if you never get to enjoy it before going back to your own home.

One thing led to another, and you found yourself in the middle of the festival with something wrapped around your leg, "Wah! You are that amazing lady doing tricks earlier!" said a high and clear voice filled with the infectious excitement that only a child could muster. 

"A child?" Glancing down, your eyes met a pool of color honey hues full of child-like wonder and innocence. A pair of lion ears sat upon his fluffy auburn hair, and a bright grin sat on the child's face as he looked up at you. "What's your name?" Crouching down at his height, you look around for any injuries; thankfully, there were none. Instead of mirroring your worry, the child cheered, raising his hands in the air.

"My name is Cheka!"

"Mmh! So Cheka, are you here all alone?" The boy pondered momentarily, trying to think what to answer before shaking his head side to side. "Nope! But I ran away from my bodyguards to look for you!"

You blinked in surprise, not expecting such an answer. "For me...?" You trailed off, pointing at yourself to be sure, and the lion cub nodded enthusiastically. "Don't you know it is bad to follow strangers?" For the second time, Cheka shook his head as if denying his actions. His tiny fists are raised over his chest while his tail wags excitedly.

"You are not a stranger! I saw you before!"

"Really?" With your mind wandering off trying to remember this particular lion club, you eventually gave up - too tired to use any of your brain cells for today. "Well, if I am not a stranger and you are alone, why don't we enjoy the festival first and look for your bodyguards?" You reached out your hand for him to take, which he did without hesitation. 

While you go around, hand in hand, and win some prizes to give to Cheka, he starts to engage in small talk about himself and his favorite Uncle. "Thank you, big sister (Nickname)! I always want to go and meet you after Uncle keeps mentioning you to Mother." Cheka met your eyes and giggled. 

"Cheka, if you don't mind me asking, who is your uncl-"

"So this is where you are hanging out?" In the blink of an eye, you watch as Cheka is being carried like a cat, but instead of thrashing around - the cub bursts out in fits of giggles as he tries reaching out to Leona, the culprit. "Unca Leona!" Letting the child dangle in the air, Leona looked at you, a sigh passing through his lips as if he had just discovered what was happening.

"So you ran away from your attendants again to meet my herbivore? Do you know how your father almost cried to me when he found out you escaped?"

"Hehe! Because I know you will look for me! And big sis (Nickname) is with me, so I am safe!" At this point, Leona might as well exhale his soul for the nth time, letting Cheka down on the floor before walking towards you with a very, very, very serious expression on his face.

With his palm on the cub's head to ensure he doesn't run off again, he leans in, trying to read your expression as you try not to laugh at the sudden revelation. "Did he say anything to you?" You try averting your gaze to anything but your lover's face before finally letting your laugh come out.

"Mmm, which part?" You hum playfully before sticking your tongue out at him. Obviously, on the losing side of the argument, the lion just shrugged it off and hugged you from behind, snugging his head into your shoulder and letting out a satisfied hum when you ruffled his head affectionately.

"I never thought you would mention me to your brother and sister-in-law. Sometimes, you are adorable, too."

"Well, of course. You are my girlfriend, after all, and how do you think I know what to gift you every time?"

Cheka yawned, trying to rub the sleepiness away from his eyes only to fail, leading him to tug on Leona's hand. "Uncle Leona, are we going home? I'm already sleepy..." Leona lifted the boy by holding him by his sides, switching his hold to make the cub snuggle comfortably to the lion's chest while hugging the teddy bear you won for him. 

"Yeah, it's time for you to go home. Say goodbye to (Name)." Cheka peeked his eyes towards you before giving you the puppy dog eyes, a powerful attack piercing your heart. "Can we still hang out after this?" He asked you ever so hopefully. You and Leona shared a glance before you stepped forward and patted the cub on his head. 

"Of course! Call your Uncle Leona on the phone if you want to chat, okay?"

"Mm!"

After that, there was never a day that Cheka failed to give you a call. He always talked about how his day at school and shared stories about Leona. 

[miss-nandini]

If you want angst I have one with a happy ending so.

In this the mc is depress because it seems like everyone forgotten their birthday and they didn't get an interview, a gift from a student or even gotten the dorm decorated, which leads her sadden but doesn't say anything and the boys feels guilty on learning what happen and try to make it up, upon learning they never celebrated their birthday at all.

A/N: I'm really sorry for being this late. Hope you are doing well. It was supposed to have angst. But it turned out kinda funny. This was rushed as well .Enjoy! 💜💜💜💜

Happy Birthday Dear Prefect! (F! Reader)

When you first found yourself in Twisted Wonderland, you didn't know what to do with that piece of information or yourself. All you wanted was to go back to your world and end the adventure that was forced upon you. Since then, a lot of time has passed. You made some friends for life, who really feel like a new family at times– yeah, minus the disastrous parts.

Maybe that's why when everyone forgot your birthday it stung. But you weren't going to make a fuss over that. You ate your lunch quietly as Ace and Deuce bickered like always. These days, Jack, Epel and even Sebek joins you guys at times. In a nutshell, not a day goes by without the boys being chaotic.

It was Ace who noticed the sad look on your face.

"Hey (Y/N), why the long face?"

Everyone quieted down fast after that and suddenly you were the center of their attention.

"Are you feeling unwell (Y/N)?"

Deuce asked in worry.

"No, guys, it's nothing, don't worry."

You replied.

"Then... wait... I feel like we are forgetting something important here!"

Deuce frowned.

"Huh... Wait, no, I just remembered... Prefect, isn't today your birthday?"

You sucked in a breath and the gears in their seemed to turn.

"OMG! I'm so sorry!"

"Myahhhh— hench-human, it's your birthday?!"

"There's no time to be sorry, Loosey-Deucey. We gotta decorate ramshackle and invite everyone and give our gifts— we have no time to waste!!!"

Ace was clearly panicking. You couldn't even get a word out. Suddenly, Deuce got up from his seat and yelled

"ATTENTION EVERYBODY! IT'S OUR PREFECT'S BIRTHDAY. ALL OF YOU ARE INVITED!!!"

He ignored the bewildered looks, the others shot at him and sat back down.

"No need for invitation cards anymore."

Later, after all of you were done with school, Ace and Deuce took it upon themselves to decorate the whole dorm.

"Guys, it's fine really—

"No, it's not fine!!"

"Myahhhh, what do we do with this balloons?!"

"You kids need a hand?"

You were startled by the new voice. You looked around and saw Jack, Ruggie and Leona standing there. When did they even come in? Who even left the door open?

"Huh, you will never get done with anything this way. Let the experienced step in."

Leona smirked and the others snickered.

"Do I get to have a say in this?"

"Nope, herbivore."

Ruggie was cleaning the table when a thought struck him.

"Wait, it's a birthday party. So, what about the birthday cake?"

"Trey said he will bring one, don't worry!"

Ace answered.

"Well, well, well. Everyone is worried about the decoration? What about the prefect? You wound me folks."

It was Vil. Wait... Vil?

"I told them to come (Y/N)!!"

Epel smiled at you.

"How can we not attend mon trickster's birthday?"

Rook chimed in.

"Come with me, sweet potato. Let's prepare you."

You could only nod as Vil dragged you upstairs. You could no longer understand what was going on. From no one remembering your birthday to suddenly the chaos— you couldn't wrap your head around it.

By the time Vil finished, you could hear so many voices from downstairs.

"There you go, my princess. You look absolutely stunning tonight. Tonight, may all eyes turn to look at you in wonder."

He kissed your forehead softly before stepping away.

"Thank you... Vil."

You were truly grateful. You couldn't help but smile brightly.

"Let's go now."

With that, the two of you headed downstairs.

"Hello, guys!"

All heads turned to look at you and you were surprised to see so many familiar people. Even Idia and Malleus were there!

"Oh my God! You look absolutely gorgeous!!"

"Y-you look cool, prefect."

"Oh my, our prefect looks so fine tonight."

"You are as beautiful as ever, child of man."

"You look ethreal, dear."

Endless compliments flied your way. All of your friends were there and you couldn't be happier.

"How about we cut the cake now?"

Trey chuckled.

"Yes!"

You cut the cake and the other chanted happy birthday. The way you felt couldn't be expressed with words. After the cake was cut and shared with everyone, the guys wished you again and gave you their gifts. Then, suddenly

"Wait, everyone. It's our prefect's birthday. She needs to give us a speech!"

Cater spoke up.

"Guys, I—

"No! Cater is right!"

"Say something for us (Y/N)!"

"Please!"

"No need to be afraid!"

"(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)!!!!"

Well, you couldn't say no anymore. The way they were looking at you, it made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

"Alright! Alright, everyone! I will!"

Ortho handed a microphone to you as people started to quiet down.

"First of all, I would love to thank everyone who came here to celebrate my birthday. I will especially thank my best friends Ace, Deuce and Grim. Leona, thank you for stepping up to help us. Trey, thank you for making me this beautiful cake. Vil, thank you so much for helping me dress up. Azul, Jamil, thank you for helping out with the food. All the others— Jack, Epel, Riddle, Cater, Idia, Ortho, Ruggie, Jade, Floyd, Rook, Kalim, Silver, Sebek, Lilia and Malleus! Thank you, all of you! When I first found myself in Twisted Wonderland, all I wanted to do was go back. But, because all of you, I found great friends— a big family here. Yes, there are bad times, but with you guys by my side, I don't care. With you all, I want to continue my journey here. With you guys... I know I will never be alone...I know, everything will be fine..."

As people clapped and cheered, you knew everything will turn out well despite a bunch of problems you might face.

[wrightingdungeon]

SDV Bachelors reactions to birthday gifts

Forgive the rust last time i made one of these was 2017/18. Coming out of a “retirement”

Alex: You had already helped him build the man cave at the saloon, He had Gus and Emily help him confess with a beautiful dinner, now it was Alex’s birthday, and truth be told you had NOTHING. You had been focusing on the Luau and all your time and energy went into that. Walking into the kitchen to make breakfast and think, you saw it, His mother's music box proudly on the fireplace mantle. You would never touch the box due it how it had begun to age, but you did remember the song. Alex woke up to an empty bed and an empty home. Getting up he looked around for you. “Baby?” He saw you had been out because there were ingredients on the counter, but it's like you just vanished. Walking outside to see if you had gone out to get something from the farm he saw it empty, shrugging and getting ready he went about his day, knowing you would pop up. He was watering the crops and taking a break every now and again to spray the dog, your dog loved biting the water so much, it reminded him of when Dusty was a puppy. “Alex!” He heard you yell out, turning to look he smiled seeing you walk over to him, hiding something? “What is that baby?” He asked turning off the water. “I wanted to get you something, but I didn't know what.” He watched as you pulled out a pretty little box. “I had Robin and Clint's rush make it….I hope you like it.” He took the box and looked at it noticing it looked like his music box, winding the key and opening it, tears flooded his eyes, it was his music box! But the music was clearer, it wasn't dulled with age. “Farmer…” Looking at you tears running down his face he grabbed you into a hug. “I don't deserve you.”

Elliot: What do you get a person who's a living romance novel protagonist? That question racked your brain over and over, flowers? Not enough… More Ink? Not good enough…What do you get for Elliot? Looking over at his study your eyes flashed with an idea. He wasn't able to bring his piano with him when he moved in with you. Robin had no idea how to build a piano so now you are stuck biting your nails that Elliot's new piano won't be there on time for his birthday, stupid train. On his birthday it was not delivered before he woke up so plan B was in order. You spend the whole day pampering him, just caught lobster, a new duck feather pillow you definitely did not panic make two days ago, and all sorts of colored inks that you now owe Emily a few favors for. As you both were sitting at the table eating a Cappuccino Mousse Cake, you heard a loud knock at the door. “Who at this hour?” Elliot asked going to stand. “I got it, birthday boy.” Watching him sit with a smile you opened the door and peeked outside seeing the piano on dollys ready to be moved in. Looking out into the distance seeing Linus, Robin, and Willy running off you smiled making a note to pay them back for the late-night rush delivery. “Elliot, come here actually. I have one more gift.” You leaned back and opened the door wide so he could see the shiny new piano. “Oh my…My Love…I” It was the first time you had seen the smooth talker voiceless. “You truly are sent from the heavens…”

Harvey: Looking out the bus window Harvey sighed, he rarely left Pelican Town, but you had insisted he shut down the practice for a day or two, reassuring if something happened Maru knew almost as much as he did and could hold the town over for a few days. “Can I ask where we are going now?” He asked turning back to look at you. “Nope.” was all you said as you flipped a page in your book. “At least a city or the bus stop's name?” He asked blinking his eyes at you knowing he might be able to sweeten you up, looking up from your book with a small smirk on your lips all you said was “Z” Oh you were driving him crazy, he loved it, but he wanted to know! He had loved surprising you with the Hot Air Balloon Ride so this was probably just payback. An hour later Pam pulled into Zuzu City’s bus station and looked back. “I’ll see you in three days.” Your first day was just walking around looking at shops, a museum, going out to a nice dinner. “You know Farmer, this is a nice trip. Thank you for this gift.” He tilted his head confused hearing you giggle. “Oh, Harvey wait till tomorrow.” He had no idea that you had this planned, He gripped your hand tight and looked up swearing he could touch the bottom of the plane if he just reached up. “You Like your gift?” He heard you call over the roar of all the airplane engines. An airshow, you had brought him to the Zuzu city airfield to watch an air show. “Way better than the balloon….” He said stuck in child-like wonder, only to be pulled out of it by you kissing him. “Now I’d agree better than the balloon.”

Sam: You and Sam lived together now, but he hadn't seen you in a few days, and when he did you were busy hauling wood, glass, and other stuff up to Robins, something to do with the basement. He knew you were a busy Farmer, but he didn't think you were so busy you couldn't give him a kiss or a hug. He was sitting on the porch strumming his guitar, trying to figure out if he had said something? Did something? Forgot your Birthday! Wait no his birthday was coming up….His Birthday was coming up. He sat up and smiled thinking he figured it out, it had to be his birthday, it was silly, but he began to follow you around. All he saw was you cutting trees, shearing sheep, and bringing it to Robin. After a few days of playing spy and starting to wonder what was happening with Robin and your basement. One day he came home and noticed all his band equipment was gone, his heart was crushed, was he wrong about everything. “Sam? Is that you?” He heard you call from the basement. “Baby where are my drums…” He whines softly while making his way to you. “Come down here…I actually need your help…” Making his way down his heart exploded, there on the other side of the basement was a recording booth, an actual recording booth, you were sitting in the middle of his drum set all sprawled out. “I tried to set it up like you showed me….but I think I’m doing it wrong…” All Sam could do was hug you with tears in his eyes. “For me?” His head was buried in your shoulder, and you could feel the tears falling. “Sam baby, I-I’m sorry I'll get it fi-” He kissed you before you could finish. “I love you so much, Farmer.”

Sebastian: Your brain hurts staring at the screen, tabs upon tabs open. Lore about goblins, elves, healers, tanks, balancing encounters, and how to create a functioning story. Solarion Chronicles was so fun when Sebastion and Sam helped you with it, but now you are starting to think your mind will explode if you try to understand how to keep initiative in order. It paid off though a month later on Sebastian’s Birthday you had the home decked out, Sam helped you make food and drinks that are in Solarion Chronicles, and Abigail showed up for Sebastian and helped set up the map. Hearing Sebastian’s key in the door the three of you sprinted to your hiding spots, you pulled out a laser pointer and got your cat to help turn off the main light. “I’m back…You home baby?” He called out placing his helmet on the table next to the door and flicking on the light. “SURPRISE!” The three of you hopped out scaring Sebation a bit. “Holy Yoba!!! What's happ-” His voice trailed off looking around the house before his eyes landed on you three sitting around the coffee table, You behind the DM screen. “Roll for initiative, Sebby.” He smiled as he ran and hopped over the back of the couch landing next to Sam and Abigail with a soft comfy bounce, the three amigos ready for battle once again.

Shane: Shane was on the edge of the couch seat watching the Tunnelers play, it was a recording, but he loves Gridball and you loved seeing him happy. Looking over at him ready to set your plan into action, first things first get him to go to the kitchen and get “Napkins”. Reaching over to Shane to grab a slice of pizza, you ‘accidentally’ let it fall onto his shorts, you did the laundry anyway so fine with you. “Oop sorry Honey…” grabbing the remote pausing the game and pointing to the kitchen. “I ran out of paper towels but there are napkins in the top drawer, by the sink.” You said trying hard to keep an ‘I sowwy’ puppy face on. “It's alright, I would have done it if you hadn't.” He joked getting up and tossing the lost pizza towards the doggo. A grinch-like smirk crawled onto your face hearing the drawer open. “Baby there's no napkins just… Tickets?” He looked over at you like you had just told him to put shoes on his head. “Really? What kind of tickets~?” You asked letting him see your smirk. “What kind? Uhh” He looked at the tickets moving them a bit to focus his eyes. “They are….There Tunnelers Tickets!?!?” He was looking back and forth from ticket to you, ticket, you, ticket “Hold up this is next month!!?!” Back to you. “Really!! How did those get there!!” Giggles were pouring out of you now. “Why? What did I do?” He asked looking up at you. “One it's your birthday, two you have been a great help on the farm since Joja left.” Shane came back over to you pressing you into the couch and hugging you close and tight. “How did I get so lucky.”

[bella-rose29]

You Shall Go to the Ball!

Anthony Lockwood x f!Karim!reader

Requested by anon: Hey, I don't know if you accept requests, but I have one. Reader(she is George's sister) accompanies Lockwood&co to the ball at Fittes and she is jealous when she sees Lockwood talking to the girl (maybe reader enemy or something)most of the time. She decides to interrupt the conversation and introduces herself as his wife, while showing the ring Lucy gave her, explaining what to do. A long chapter please😊

I am so sorry that this took so long anon 😭 (I'm also not sure about the title tbh but oh well)

a long chapter this will be! I made the reader George's adopted sister (I hope that's ok!). I also made this super long because I got so carried away and if it deviates from what you wanted then I'm so sorry my lovely

I made it just... a generic ball? I don't know if you had one specifically in mind but I thought it would fit better to have an occasion where they aren't fighting for their lives lol

sorry if your name is Maya bc that is the name of Lucy's crush in this and also sorry if your name is Steph bc she's the enemy of the reader (I had to put names in I'm sorry 🥲)

Word count: 9.8k (I'm doing my bit you guys)

Warnings: swearing, a sexual innuendo or two, bullying (mostly focused on the fact the reader is adopted), lockwood and reader love each other but they haven't done anything about it, tumblr lagged while I wrote most of this so there are probably mistakes, lockwood has some mildly self-deprecating thoughts, mentions of lockwood's suicidal tendencies, there's probably more but idk what

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Y/n was not happy.

She ought to have been, given the occasion, but she was very much unhappy instead.

Lucy was trying not to laugh too loudly, but was failing at her attempts to stifle just how funny she found the whole situation. "You know," she said between breathy laughs, "all of this would be a whole lot easier if you just told him how you feel."

"Nope. Not happening. Every time I try I freeze up and blabber some unintelligible words that make no sense, and I look like an idiot. So no."

The 'him' in question was Anthony Lockwood, the head of Lockwood and Co and resident of 35 Portland Row. Lucy Carlyle, George Karim and Holly Munro lived here too, and as George's sister Y/n had been invited to Lucy's 18th birthday party. It was a small party, only the five of them (six if you included the Skull, but only Lucy could hear it so Y/n didn't), but the atmosphere was lively and music was playing over the speakers George had set up. Banners and balloons stating 'Happy Birthday!' were strewn all over the living room (Y/n could already see Holly's eye twitching at the amount of confetti on the floor), and the boys were busy refilling glasses (another reason not to count the Skull - it had nothing to hold a drink with).

"You have to do it at some point though," she whispered into Y/n's ear. "But right now, you need to move." Lucy pointed in the direction Y/n was supposed to go, and she tilted her head back as she groaned.

"Remind me why you ever made me play this game?"

"Because it's my birthday, and you love me. Go on, unless you wanna forfeit."

"You're evil," Y/n hissed as she pushed herself off of the floor and made her way over to Lockwood. "I'm sorry, again."

"I'm not sure what for, to be honest. You're just playing the game." He smiled up at her from his place by the fire, and Y/n tried to ignore George's glare. "George, please stop looking at me like that. Lucy was the one who dared Y/n to sit on me." Y/n felt her face warm at his words, knowing that this night could only end in disaster for her, and decided to bite the bullet. Huffing, she turned and sat down, her back facing Lockwood as her legs went either side of his, and she let out a small yelp of surprise when his arms snaked around her waist and pulled her against him. Lucy only laughed, loud and obnoxious, and Y/n couldn't find it in her to shoot a look, still too taken aback by the feel of being hugged by Lockwood in this way. "You alright?" he asked, voice quiet and gentle in her ear, and she felt his breath on the side of her face.

"Y-yeah. I'm alright. How are you?" She cringed at herself, but his light chuckle reverberated through her and calmed her immediately.

"I'm alright. Quite comfy, actually. You're very warm." As if to back up his point he snuggled in to her shoulder, nose rubbing against the side of her neck, and Y/n almost choked. Instead she made a sort of strangled noise, and he stopped and looked up at her as though he was about to say something. Lockwood opened his mouth, but was cut off by George.

"Okay, she's sat on him, can she go back now? I don't wanna look at this anymore."

"George, Lucy dared her to do it for the rest of the game," Holly piped up, clearly enjoying this as much as Lucy. She also knew about Y/n's feelings for Lockwood, the three of them having had multiple nights where they talked for hours about the other two members of Lockwood and Co, and hadn't wasted any time at all in joining Lucy in her teasing about Y/n's crush. "Rules are rules, I'm afraid."

"Yeah, and it's my birthday, so don't even start to think about asking to stop the game. Besides, they look quite comfortable now, wouldn't wanna make 'em move again, would we?"

"I'm very comfortable, thanks Luce," Lockwood said, his hold tightening on Y/n.

"Y-yep. Perfectly good." Lucy and Holly shared a look, stifling their laughter. George sat back and crossed his arms over his chest, huffing at the scene in front of him. Y/n's brother also knew about her feelings for his boss, and he while he wasn't exactly mad about it, he also wasn't thrilled. She knew that he meant well, and was only looking out for her (especially since Lockwood tended to throw himself directly into danger most of the time), but a little support would be appreciated.

The rest of the game went without much incident, although George did have to stick his hand in the toilet (a dare from Holly that nobody expected, although since her arrival in the house the toilets were spotless so it wasn't much of a trial), and by the time Y/n realised that she should be getting home it was well past midnight.

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Okay, um- Lockwood! Hi!" He had just entered the living room where Y/n was stood clearing up (the others had gone up to their respective bedrooms), and she apprehended him in the doorway. "Can you help me call a taxi? I need to go home now and it's really late and-"

"Woah, slow down!" He placed his hands on her shoulders, a smile on his face. "Why don't you just stay over, yeah? It's what, two in the morning? You might as well sleep here and leave after breakfast. Your parents probably expected you to stay here anyway, right?" She nodded. It was a common occurrence for her to stay the night at Portland Row when visiting, since she didn't see them all that much. "So it's not a problem, really. You can take my bed if you like, save waking the others up."

"Lockwood, you really don't have to do that," Y/n started, but he cut her off.

"Nonsense. Holly's stayed too, so I'd feel bad if I turfed you out at this time of night."

"No, I mean giving me your bed. You don't have to do that." He shrugged, then moved to grab a blanket from one of the cupboards.

"I'll be alright, I'll sleep on the sofa. Seriously, Y/n/n, it's fine." He flashed her one of his smiles, and instantly she melted and gave in.

"Ugh, fine. But don't complain tomorrow morning when your back hurts," she wagged a finger at him, exhaustion winning out over guilt about taking his bed as she moved towards the door.

"Alright," he laughed, and Y/n didn't think she'd heard a better sound.

She traipsed upstairs and got ready for bed, and when she fell asleep moments after settling in she dreamed of the brown haired boy downstairs.

~~~

Y/n was sat at home in her room a day or so later when George burst in, arms filled with papers and glasses skewed on his nose.

"I've been thinking," he started, dumping the papers on the end of her bed and flopping next to her.

"Hi, Georgie, I'm doing great, thanks. What am I doing? Oh, not much, just sat here reading a book and listening to music." She sent him a pointed look to which he huffed and lightly slapped her arm.

"Shut up. Hi, how are you? Great, nice, okay. Can you listen to me now?"

"What?"

"So I've been thinking about you and Lockwood, and I've decided I don't mind too much. I mean, it's irritating, really, but technically I don't need to do a boyfriend check because I live with him so I know all his nasty habits and that, and I know that he's loyal to a fault, which is something I should probably raise with him, actually," George paused, frowning as he lost his train of thought.

"Um- okay... Where has this come from? I thought you wanted me to stop liking him?"

"Yeah, but then I had to listen to him pining after you for the last two hours at the Archives and I realised that maybe it would be better if you just got together already." Y/n stared at him in shock, processing the information her brother had just spewed.

"Wait, wait. Lockwood likes me? Are you sure?"

"Completely. This isn't some hypothesis or theory, it's fact. My sanity can prove it because it's nearly all gone."

"Okay, but... you're sure? Like this isn't a joke, right?"

"No! It's not a joke! God, you really are perfect for each other; he said the same thing you know. Didn't believe that I was telling the truth about you reciprocating his feelings. Seriously, you're both idiots for not seeing it, I mean, he let you sit on him a couple of days ago!"

"That was part of a game!" Y/n spluttered, face heating at the memory of his hands around her and his head in the crook of her neck.

"Well he wouldn't have cosied up to me, would he!" Y/n fell backwards against the headboard, hands pressed to her face as she groaned in frustration."You're still not gonna do anything about it, are you?" George was quieter now, and Y/n moved her hands slightly to peer at him through her fingers.

"Correct. I want cold hard proof before I make a proper fool of myself and have to never go to Portland Row again for fear of dying from embarrassment." Now it was George's turn to groan in frustration.

"Well somebody's just going to have to engineer a situation where you confess then, aren't they?!"

"Please, no. I will murder you while you sleep if you try anything." George was impassive when Y/n glared at him, used to her threats of death.

"Fine! I won't do anything, alright! Happy?"

"Sort of." They sat in comfortable silence for a little while, Y/n trying to read her book again but eventually getting too distracted by the mountain of paperwork that her brother hadn't touched since arriving. "What is all that, anyway?" she pointed to the end of the bed.

"Oh, my research for a case we have in a couple of days. I couldn't sit with Lockwood anymore, he was driving me insane."

Y/n rolled her eyes at her brother's dramatics. "Do you want help looking through it all?"

"Please. I have no doubts that Lockwood will be doing anything but research right now, and there's a lot to get through. At least I know that you'll stay focused."

"Come on then. Oh, are you staying for dinner? Mum's cooking tonight so you know it'll be good."

"I might do. I get caught up in this stuff anyway so we'll see what time it is. Thanks for the help, Y/n/n."

"No problem, Georgie." She ruffled his hair, laughing when he practically threw himself off of the bed to escape. He landed on the floor with a thud, only making Y/n laugh harder.

"I hate you," he said, sitting up and glaring at her through wonky glasses. "You're the devil, I swear."

~~~

Lockwood and George were cleaning the equipment after yet another successful case when George dropped the chains he was oiling and looked up at his boss.

"I don't get it," he started, making Lockwood glance up with a frown.

"Get what?"

"You barely know Y/n, and you only ever interact when she's here with us, so how are you so hopeless when it comes to my sister?"

Lockwood blushed as he remembered all the times he'd lied to his friends, telling them that he was going on a supply run or heading to the shops when in reality he was making his way to the cafe that Y/n worked at. He spent a good hour or so in there multiple times a week, and sometimes he'd offer to walk her home at the end of her shift, desperate for another few minutes in her presence. Since first meeting her not long after George joined his agency (she'd brought cake, homemade, saying that she wanted to give George a 'congrats on the new job!' present) Lockwood had wanted to be around her all the time; she was like the sun, and everything was gloomy without her. The first time he'd showed up at her place of work, he'd pretended it was a coincidence, acting surprised when he saw her behind the counter. Truthfully, he'd taken a gamble on whether or not she'd be working that day, but the blinding smile that was present on her face as she served customers (although Lockwood could tell it was a fake one) immediately told him that his gamble had paid off.

"Lockwood? Hi! How are you? How's Georgie doing, is he alright? Oh, did you want anything?"

"Just a tea, thanks love," he'd replied, not meaning for the term of endearment to slip out, but her resultant blush was enough to make him decide on repeating it. She started making a cup (he'd asked for it to take away), asking questions every now and then to get his order right, and he answered those as well as her previous questions about George. Eventually, he'd had to leave, paying for the tea he now held and exiting the shop with a promise to come back soon when she'd waved goodbye. It had become a sort of ritual for the two of them, Lockwood appearing a couple of times a week, sometimes to sit at a table with some case files, others he would just get his order to go, but he'd find a way to talk to her every time. On the days when he'd promised to walk her home she would have a cup of tea already prepared for him, sat on his usual table in the corner next to a plate of whatever pastry or cake she thought that he would enjoy. At some point over the years, Lockwood had started feeling his cheeks heat up whenever Y/n smiled at him, or butterflies start up in his stomach when their hands brushed, and eventually he'd had to accept the fact that he was falling in love with her.

"Lockwood? Lockwood! Back to the present, please!" George demanded, snapping his fingers in front of his friend's face. He was sure it had only been a few seconds, but George was annoyed all the same at Lockwood's daydreaming. He huffed in frustration, picking up the chains again."You two are insufferable, do you know that? Seriously, just ask her out already. She feels the same and you know it."

"I thought you didn't want me dating your sister?" Lockwood frowned, feeling hope start to bloom in his chest.

"Yeah, well, then I had to sit and listen to you talk about her for two hours the other day and I lost my mind."

"Oh. Well. I wasn't that annoying, was I?" George only stared at him, expression saying 'Are you serious?' and Lockwood had his answer.

"Just, I don't know. You both like each other, so why not? It'll save me from the pining at least."

Lockwood was quiet for a while, mulling over George's words. "I just know that she can do better than me," he eventually said, not looking up from the boots he was polishing. "I don't want her to... regret being with me, or something."

"Lockwood, having spent the last four years listening to her talk about you I can say with confidence that she won't regret being with you. All I ask is that you dial down the suicidal tendencies on cases, yeah? I really don't want to deal with her heartbroken." George's voice was the softest Lockwood had ever heard it, and Lockwood nodded his assent.

"Alright. I'm not making any promises though Sometimes my suicidal tendencies help us stop dying instead."

"I'm not doing much better than that, am I?"

"Nope. I will be slightly less chaotic on cases and that's as much as I can do for you."

"Fine. Keep polishing those boots, you've missed a spot."

~~~

It was a few weeks later when Lucy called Y/n up in a panic, yelling random words down the phone and ranting about something that sounded important.

"Lucy, Lucy! Stop talking for a moment!" The other girl did so, promptly falling silent, and Y/n took a breath. "What's happened?"

"There's this party- ball- thing that Fittes are throwing in like, two weeks, and we have to go because we've been invited but I have nothing to wear. At all. And you always know what to do in these situations so I figured you could help me?"

She was quiet for a moment, and then said "But it's... in two weeks?"

"Yeah."

"So why are you worrying about it right now?"

"Because loads of people have been invited, Y/n! What if the perfect outfit sells out? What if I end up in something I hate because there was nothing else?"

"Wait, wait wait." Y/n sat forward on her bed, pulling the phone off of the nightstand when the cord no longer reached. "Are you trying to impress somebody?" Now it was Lucy's turn to be quiet, and Y/n scoffed in disbelief. "Oh my god, Lucy Carlyle, do you have a crush?!"

"No, I don't! Shut up! Ugh! You are so annoying, for fuck's sake!"

"You totally do! You so have a crush! Who is it? Tell me!"

"I am telling you nothing, you nosey little bastard!"

"Okay, okay! Fine! I will get this information out of you, I hope you know. When do you wanna go shopping then?"

"Today?"

"Jesus, thanks for the notice!"

"A different day then! But we are not leaving it to the last minute like you always do!"

"No, no, it's fine, Luce. Mum's gone full clean mode anyway so it gives me an excuse to get out the house. Make my siblings do the work."

"Aren't you worried about your own room coming under fire?"

"Nope. We did mine yesterday, so I know I'm safe. I'll meet you at yours in twenty minutes?"

"Yeah, alright." They hung up and Y/n rushed downstairs, grabbing her bag and coat and pulling her shoes on, and within a few minutes she was yelling to her parents that she'd be back later and laughing at her siblings when they complained about her leaving them to their mother's cleaning fury.

~~~

"So," Y/n started, her tone supposedly disinterested as she, Lucy and Holly browsed the department store racks for something for the two agents to wear. "Who is it? The person you're dressing up for?"

"Oi, quit it." Lucy sent a glare her way, but it was too late. Holly had overheard and was joining in, and for once Y/n was glad that it wasn't her being questioned about a crush.

"Are we talking about Maya?"

"No," Lucy shot back, far too quickly for it to be the truth, and her rapidly reddening cheeks weren't helping either.

"Is that her name? Oh my god, okay! Wait, what do you know about her, Holly?"

"She hasn't told you anything? Okay, okay, so she's called Maya, works at Fittes which isn't brilliant, but she's sweet enough. Lucy totally wrecked her first impression though, which was hilarious."

"It was not! I looked like an idiot!" Lucy now had her face in her hands, and Holly had moved to link arms with Y/n. It turned out that Lucy had quite literally fallen for this girl after tripping on a kerb when staring at her, and Holly had laughed so hard she had to dash to a nearby toilet.

"Yeah, no, that is hilarious, Luce," Y/n cackled, gaining some glares from other shoppers.

"You can't talk, little miss 'I sat on Lockwood's lap and fucking yelped'!" Y/n opened her mouth in protest, looking to Holly for support, but the girl only shook her head and sided with Lucy again.

"I didn't think anybody heard that," she mumbled, mortified that apparently they had heard, and worse, hadn't forgotten.

"Oh we all heard, trust me."

"Ugh, I thought I was free because Lucy has a crush now!"

"Nope. Neither of you are off the hook," Holly declared as she laughed, and Y/n and Lucy shared a look. "Why did you yelp, anyway?"

"I was surprised, okay?"

"Did he have a flare in his pocket?" Lucy snickered with an exaggerated wink, and Y/n whacked her arm.

"No, he did not! You are ridiculous! He just... pulled me backwards into a hug, and it surprised me," she explained, voice higher than usual.

"Right... okay," Holly said, playfully narrowing her eyes. "Whatever you say!"

"I'm telling the truth!" Y/n called after them as they moved on, and she rushed to catch up.

~~~

"Oh, this store is so much better than that last one, look at the range!"

"Holly, have you ever considered working in retail if you stop being an agent?"

"God no, have you heard the horror stories? No thank you."

They were wandering around the third department store of the day when Lucy gasped loudly and practically ran to a rack of clothes.

"This one. This is the one. Oh, look at it! No, no way! It has pockets?! I am in love, and I can die happy!"

"Lucy, what are you actually talking about? Because we can't see it from here," Y/n said, and Lucy turned around with a wide smile on her face as she held up the dress. It was similar to the one she'd worn a while ago, back before Holly had joined and Lockwood and Co were into theft (they needed a book from the Black Library), but Lucy had wanted a new one given the other was slightly worse for wear.

"Oh, Lucy, it's gorgeous," Holly complimented, and Y/n agreed.

"Yeah, seriously Luce. Go and try it on!"

They ushered her into the changing rooms, and while they were waiting Holly and Y/n had a seat on the chairs nearby.

"What are you going to wear?" Holly asked, and Y/n frowned in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"To the ball? What are you going to wear? You are coming with us, aren't you?"

"Uh, I guess I can. I hadn't thought about it, to be honest. I don't think I have anything suitable to wear though."

"Well we've still got time, we can look around for something! Maybe something that will help you confess?" Holly nudged, and Y/n was just about to stop spluttering in protest and defend herself when Lucy walked out.

"Holy shit, Lucy."

"Yeah, holy shit."

"'Holy shit' in a good way or 'holy shit' in a bad way?" she asked, chewing on her lip and smoothing out the fabric.

"Good way," Y/n and Holly replied instantly.

"You look amazing, Luce, honestly," Y/n smiled, and Lucy returned it.

"Definitely that one," Holly agreed.

~~~

Holly had insisted that they keep looking around the store for something for Y/n (Lucy had agreed with Holly that Y/n 'shall go to the ball!' - she'd even declared it like the fairy godmother), and so they spent the next few hours carrying out the same painful process that they had just done with Lucy.

"Y/n? Is that you? It is!"

Y/n froze at the voice, squeezing her eyes shut in the hopes that if she just kept walking then she would be left alone.

"Y/n!"

No chance of that, then, given she'd been taken by the arm and wrapped in a hug that was entirely too fake and smelt incredibly strongly of perfume.

"Steph, hi," Y/n hoped she didn't sound too displeased to see the girl, but then again they'd never been friends, and Steph had always been a bitch to her.

"What are you doing here? I didn't think shopping was your..." she waved her hands at Y/n, "thing." She glanced up and down Y/n's body, raising her eyebrows slightly and smiling too widely.

"Not really, but I prefer it when I'm with my friends and they wanted to go out," she said, trying to figure out an escape route.

"Oh, so you're not getting anything?" Before Y/n could respond, Steph had already started talking again. "Of course you aren't, you couldn't afford it, what with your family having so many people in it."

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Lucy, please don't," Y/n hissed, trying to deter her friend from beating the shit out of her enemy.

"You have no right to talk to her like that, okay? And for your information, she is getting something, and it's going to be a dress that makes her look like the goddess she is, alright? So take your fake brands and irrelevant opinions and shove 'em up your arse!" Lucy ranted, shoving her finger in Steph's direction to emphasise her points. The girl was taken aback for a moment, blinking in shock, then scoffed.

"Whatever. Enjoy your lame dress, Karim. Or whatever your last name is, since we all know that you're adopted." Steph left, her two companions following with a click of their stupidly high heels, and Y/n felt tears start to prick at the corners of her eyes. Lucy was practically growling after them, and Holly had brought Y/n into a proper hug, tight and comforting.

"Well she's a bitch. How d'you know her?"

"School," Y/n sniffed, trying to prevent the tears from falling. "She never liked me for some reason, or maybe I was just easy to pick on because I don't know who my real parents are, but she always made it a point to single me out."

"Right, if she ever comes back I'm punching her."

"Lucy," Y/n berated, although she was laughing a little as she did so.

"I mean it! She's awful! Now, have we looked everywhere in this store?"

"I think so, let's try the next one," Holly said.

"Guys, it's not a big deal, really. Don't let me take up more of your time."

"Y/n, stop being ridiculous. We are finding you a dress and that's that."

"Lucy," Y/n whined as the girl grabbed hold of her arm, Holly taking the other, and led her off out of the store.

~~~

"This one?"

"Hm? No, I don't think so."

"What about this one?"

"God no, I'd look like shit."

"How about-"

"Ew, nope."

Many of their discussions had continued in this manner since leaving the store where Steph had appeared, and Y/n was still trying to find a dress that she loved. There had been many that had looked great, but when she'd tried them on there was something just not quite right, and she'd taken it off with a sigh. Curfew was starting to creep up on the three of them, and Y/n was worried that she'd never find an outfit and have to either go in a potato sack or just not go at all.

"You'll find something, Y/n," Holly said, nudging her shoulder against Y/n's.

"It's not looking very likely though, is it?" Holly didn't say anything, offering a sympathetic smile instead.

"Oh. My. God. Y/n/n, what about this one?" Lucy shouted from across the store (the last one that they hadn't previously looked around). Y/n and Holly giggled at their friend's antics, walking over to see what she wanted them to see. She was holding up a deep red dress, gaping at it with her eyes wide and mouth hanging open like she was a fish. "Ok. No thinking, no questioning, find the dressing room and put this on." Lucy bundled the dress into Y/n's arms and then shoved her in the direction of the changing rooms.

"You sure about this one, Lucy?"

"I'm positive, Holly."

~~~

The two agents were waiting outside for Y/n to appear when George turned up.

"What are you two doing here? Lucy, haven't you already got a dress?"

"Oh, hi George. Yeah, I got one earlier since my other nice dress is kind of old now, but Y/n's trying one on. Why are you here?"

"Apparently my other suit isn't nice enough, so I had to get a new one. Lucky that we've been getting some high paying customers recently that I could afford it."

"When you say your 'other suit', do you mean the one that has plasm stains and holes in it from moths?"

"...Yes."

"She's been in there a while, do you think she needs help?" Holly said after a lull in Lucy and George's conversation.

"I'm fine! Gimme two seconds!" Y/n shouted, and Lucy snickered.

"Wait, why's she trying on a dress?" George frowned, finally registering the fact that his sister was in the changing room.

"Because she's coming with us to the Fittes Ball in a couple of weeks and this girl was being a bitch-"

"Stephanie?"

"Uh- yeah. How'd you know?"

"Y/n complains about her a lot. I think they're arch enemies or something."

"Oh."

"What's she got to do with finding a dress though? Attending the ball makes sense, but where does Steph come into this?"

"Lucy might have shouted that Y/n was going to get a dress that made her look like a goddess," Holly chimed in.

"Ah, I see. So now my sister is... what, trying one on?"

"Yep. You sure you're okay?" Lucy shouted the last part in the direction of a stall, just as Y/n swept back the curtain and stepped out.

"Woah," Lucy and Holly said. George was silent, staring at his sister.

"Good woah or bad woah?" Y/n asked, smiling a little as she remembered Lucy asking a similar thing earlier that day.

"Good woah, for sure," Holly said, Lucy nodding next to her.

"Oh, Georgie. I didn't know you were here," Y/n looked more nervous now, clearly wanting her brother to say something positive.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"Yeah. I do. I really do."

"You look beautiful, Y/n/n."

"Thank you, Georgie."

"Definitely look like a goddess," Lucy added.

~~~

"Lockwood, hi!" Y/n hadn't expected to see him today, but he had just entered the small cafe that she worked in.

"Hi, Y/n/n, how're you?" He looked antsy, like he wanted to know something, and was shifting on his feet.

"I'm alright... you okay? You look like you have a rash," she said, starting to make him a tea the way she knew he liked it.

"Uh- what? No, I don't... I don't have a rash, I just, well, I heard that you're coming to the ball with us next week?"

"Oh, yeah. The girls convinced me to go. We went dress shopping for Lucy last week and Holly told me I should go with you all. You don't mind, do you?"

"No! No, of course I don't mind!"

"Good, 'cause I already got a dress when Lucy got hers, and it was expensive and I need a justification for getting it or Mum'll be mad." She poured the hot water in, careful not to spill any over her hands (it had happened more times today than she'd like to admit), turning and finishing the tea off, placing a lid on the top of the take away cup. She pushed it across the counter, shaking her head when Lockwood pulled out his wallet to pay. "On the house, you look like you need it." He smiled at her, making her heart flutter, and pushed a fiver into the tip jar next to her as he ignored her protests.

"Thank you. Are you going to get changed with the rest of us? Or do you want us to pick you up from yours?"

"Oh, I was gonna get changed with Holly and Lucy. I'll probably come over quite early if that's alright with you?"

"Of course, you know I don't mind having you over, love. Thanks for the tea!" he called out as he left, unaware of Y/n's blush.

~~~

"Why do girls take so long getting ready for things?"

Lockwood looked up at George's words as he entered the kitchen, folding his paper and throwing it on the table. "Not sure. I'm relatively sure they plan world domination while they do it."

"Makes sense," George shrugged, flopping into a chair and pulling at his bow tie. "They have been in Lucy's room for hours now though. Do you think we need to be worried?"

"I hear them laughing every now and then, so they're still alive at least," Lockwood replied. George hummed, pushing his glasses back up his nose. All of a sudden the two boys heard footsteps thundering on the stairs, and a moment later Lucy's head poked through the kitchen door.

"Please make your way into the hall!" she half shouted, not caring that she was only a few metres away from them and disappearing again. Lockwood and George shared a look, then slowly pushed themselves out of their chairs and moved into the hallway to stand in front of the stairs. A few minutes passed, with hushed conversation barely audible from the top of the stairs, and eventually Holly said "Oh, I'll go!" and came downstairs. She looked lovely in her dress, gold fabric shimmering as she took the steps and ended up at the bottom, Lucy following closely behind in her deep blue (a staple colour for the girl), also looking gorgeous. Lockwood frowned slightly when he realised that Y/n wasn't with them, and when her head poked over the bannister with a worried expression he started feeling nervous.

"Guys, are you sure?" she asked, biting her lip. Lucy and Holly nodded, and George gave her a thumbs up.

"Wait," Lockwood started. "Has everybody seen her dress but me?"

"Yep," George said, the girls nodding behind him.

"So why are you so nervous, Y/n/n?" he called up, frowning.

"I don't know!"

"Just come downstairs!" A loud honk sounded from outside then, and the four agents turned to look in the direction of the sound.

"That'll be the cab," Lucy piped up, heading over to the door. "We'll wait for you two," she winked, and Lockwood felt his face heat up. How did she know about his feelings for Y/n?

"Please don't break her heart, Lockwood. Or I'll deliberately throw badly the next time we're on a case."

"George, no offence, but you can't aim anyway. Maybe if you deliberately aimed badly you'd throw it the right way."

"I mean it. Remember what we talked about the other week, and don't screw it up, yeah?" George patted Lockwood's shoulder, grabbing his jacket and heading outside after the girls.

"Lockwood?"

"Yeah?"

"They've all left, haven't they?"

"Yeah." Y/n didn't answer, instead letting out a groan that made Lockwood chuckle.

"Just come downstairs, Y/n/n. We're going to be late."

"Promise you'll be nice?"

"Why would I not be nice?"

"I don't know! Just promise?"

"Okay! I promise!" He was trying to stifle his laughter in the hopes that she wouldn't take it the wrong way when Y/n appeared at the top of the landing and took his breath away. She was stunning, the dress fitting perfectly and making her look ethereal.

"Lockwood? I look terrible, don't I? I'll stay here, you guys go without me-"

"No! No, don't... you look... you look- pretty," he settled on, wincing at his awkwardness. "You look really pretty, Y/n." He didn't miss the way her smile grew, or the way his face warmed, and when she muttered a small 'Thanks' under her breath his heart stuttered. "We should, uh," he cleared his throat. "We should probably... go..." he trailed off, still blushing. She had come closer and now he could smell her perfume, and when she brushed past him to open the door he thought he might faint from the brief physical contact. What was wrong with him? He was Anthony bloody Lockwood, so why was he acting so foolishly around this girl?

"Are you coming, then? Or are you gonna keep standing there like a lemon?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm- yep."

They packed themselves into the taxi, Lockwood stubbornly ignoring Lucy's smirk as the last two available seats for him and Y/n were right next to each other (which he was entirely certain had been planned), thighs pressed together, and a few moments later they were on the road, heading for the Fittes building.

~~~

"Holy shit, this is insane, Lucy," Y/n gasped, staring around the room in wonder. "Lucy?" She looked for her friend, wondering why she hadn't said anything in response, when she saw Lucy talking to a girl.

"That's Maya," Holly whispered, taking Y/n's arm and looping it through her own.

"God, she's gorgeous. I can see why Lucy likes her." Holly hummed her agreement, taking the two of them on a lap of the room.

"Did something happen between you and Lockwood before you got in the taxi?" she asked after a pause.

"What? No, why?" Y/n's eyes were wide, heat creeping up her neck at the memory of him calling her pretty.

"He can't stop staring at you. He looks like an idiot, to be completely honest." Now her eyes were wide for a different reason, turning to find Lockwood's body in the crowd. Sure enough, he was already looking their way, and after a few moments he seemed to realise that he'd been caught, blushing and rejoining the conversation he was having with George and some agent from Rotwell.

"You sure nothing happened?" Holly asked again, eyebrow raised.

"...Yep." The other girl just laughed, clearly not believing her, and dragged her further around the room.

~~~

"You alright, Luce?"

"Not really," she said, slumping into the chair next to Y/n. "Maya's talking to some other girl and I couldn't relate to anything they were saying, so I left."

"Aw, Lucy. You have been talking to her for what, an hour already? You're not going to have everything in common," Y/n reassured her friend, offering a soft smile.

"I s'pose you're right," she started. "That's what makes a good relationship, right?" Lucy was perking up with every word, sitting up in her chair and leaning forward.

"Yeah, like Y/n and Lockwood," Holly chimed in.

"Yeah, Holly's right. Wait, like- what?! What do you mean?! We're not- he's not-" Y/n spluttered, trying desperately to gain control of the situation after the slip-up and failing miserably. Lucy and Holly were doubled over laughing, clearly finding the situation hilarious, when all of a sudden Y/n shot her arms out to either side, grabbing hold of her friends. "No, seriously, stop it now. Look," she pointed towards Lockwood, hoping the girls would pick up on what was wrong.

"Is that-?"

"I'm gonna kick her arse into next fucking we-"

"Fucking Stephanie," Y/n spat, not missing the way that she was flirting with Lockwood. She hadn't realised the bitch was here, but now that she had it was incredibly difficult to take her eyes off of the scene. Now it was her turn to be gloomy, and every attempt to talk to Lockwood ended with Steph's friends (minions) pushing her back and acting like incredibly non-threatening bodyguards, but Y/n didn't want to cause a scene in the middle of a party that she wasn't technically invited to by shoving back.

Roughly an hour and a half after first spotting Stephanie with Lockwood, Y/n was stood with her back to a wall as she miserably looked on at the two of them somehow still engaged in conversation. The worst part was, Steph didn't look like she would be ending their chat anytime soon, and didn't appear to want to leave. Whether the girl knew about his affiliation with Y/n or not, she wasn't sure, but it was making Y/n increasingly more irritated as the night went on.

"Here," Lucy said, appearing at Y/n's side. "Take this." She held her hand out, one of her rings that she always wore sat in the centre of her palm, the sapphire shining up at her from its place in the centre of the band of silver.

"Uh, why?" A frown settled on Y/n's face, unsure where Lucy's mind was going.

"Because you're gonna go up to Lockwood, big smile on your face, and ask Steph why she's fondling your husband." Y/n could only stare at her friend, wondering what the actual hell had come over her.

"But... he's not my husband?"

"She doesn't need to know that, does she? You two are practically an old married couple anyway, so what does it matter? Besides, if nothing else it's an opportunity to cuddle up to him," she said the last part with a wink, making Y/n flush as she remembered the last time she had 'cuddled up' to Lockwood.

"Well, George is over there, he's not going to play along, is he?" she attempted to find a way out of this situation that Lucy had put her in, but the agent had a solution to everything, it seemed.

"Oh, I told him about this. He's promised to go with it. There was absolutely no way I was gonna let your brother be oblivious, he's a terrible liar sometimes." Lucy was still standing with her hand out, ring gleaming up at Y/n, and she had half a mind to say no and continue suffering until she heard a loud laugh come from the other side of the room. Both girls looked for the source, and Y/n bristled when she realised that it was Steph laughing, hand placed firmly on Lockwood's arm as she leaned into him. Not thinking twice, Y/n grabbed the ring, shoved it on her finger, and marched over to where her new fake husband stood. She squeezed between Steph and Lockwood (difficult, since the other girl had practically glued herself to him) and wrapped her arms around his waist, trying to steady her heart as she felt his warmth engulf her.

"Hi, love," she smiled up at him, willing him to stop staring at her with his eyes so wide open in shock and hug her back. He stuttered for a moment, going red, and vaguely Y/n registered Steph's outraged expression in the corner of her eye and George's stifled laughter.

"Uh- hi- hello."

"Y/n? I didn't realise you were going to be here," Steph asked through gritted teeth, obviously annoyed at the interruption.

"Oh, Steph! I didn't see you there! Of course I'm here, why wouldn't I be? My husband got invited and so naturally I was his plus one!" It was petty, she knew, but totally worth it for the look on Steph's face when Y/n emphasised the word 'husband' while smiling lovingly up at Lockwood.

"...Husband?" she asked, eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them. Lockwood was still rigid as a pole, although he had brought his arms around Y/n's waist after she pinched him in the side. He leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"I second that. Husband?"

"Oh, did I not tell you?" Lockwood hadn't moved his head away from her ear, instead nuzzling further into her neck, and it was becoming difficult to think straight. "We got married!" She flashed the ring at Steph, delighting in both the pure, unfiltered shock on her face and also the way in which Lockwood had moved his hands to hold her body closer to his.

"Well- I- okay then. But one question, for Lockwood?" He pulled his head up, dopey smile on his face as he nodded for Steph to continue.

"Why would you ever marry someone like her? I mean, you know that she's adopted, right?"

Y/n could practically feel George bristle behind her and get ready to punch Steph's lights out, but Lockwood remained calm, his expression sharpening and spine straightening as he took Steph in.

"I don't see how her not being biologically related to her parents affects how much I love her, do you?"

"It's just that-"

"I married Y/n because of who she is, not because of her family, although having George around is wonderful," Lockwood cast a smile at Y/n's brother before continuing. "She's the most incredible person I have ever met, and she far outshines you in every way and I think you know that, and you're jealous of it. I know that I'm jealous of how incredible you are, darling," he turned to Y/n, using the hand that wasn't around her waist to push back a lock of hair, his fingers lingering for a few moments more than was necessary as he smiled softly at her. "And quite honestly, Steph, if you can't agree with me on that then I don't think we have anything else to talk about, do we?" It was a rhetorical question, Lockwood already turning away and linking his hand with Y/n's as he dragged her to the side of the room, but they could hear Steph spluttering being them as they went.

"So," he started once they were far enough away. "What was that all about?" He hadn't let go of her hand, and his thumb had started softly tracing patterns over their intertwined fingers.

"What?"

"I don't remember marrying you, Y/n, unless it happened when I was really drunk or sleep deprived," he joked, although something in his eyes was searching for any hint of truth to the words in her face.

"I just- she's- I-" Y/n took a breath, trying to figure out how to explain the whole thing to him without him getting mad or laughing at her. "Steph's always hated me, and Lucy knows that-"

"What's Lucy got to do with this?" She huffed at him, small frown appearing on her face.

"If you let me finish then you'd know!"

"Alright! Alright!"

"Yeah, so Lucy knows that Steph hates me, and I hate her, and you two were talking for so long and she was all over you and I couldn't keep watching, so Lucy gave me this ring that I think is actually one of mine that she stole," she frowned down at her hand, going off on a tangent, "and she told me I should go over and say we were married to get rid of Steph."

Lockwood didn't say anything, instead just staring at her with a blank expression, and Y/n looked down at their still linked hands.

"I'm sorry," she whispered after a while.

"Don't be," he whispered back, using his free hand to lift her chin up. "I'm just a little annoyed, to be honest."

"Oh, god, I really am sorry, Lockwood! I didn't mean to make you upset or anything, I just got pissed off with her and-"

"No! No no no, stop right there. I'm not annoyed at you, darling, never you. I'm annoyed at myself for not coming up with that plan earlier. She was really starting to piss me off too, and I kept hoping that George would intervene or something and he never did- I'm going to have to talk to him about that," Lockwood frowned, looking in her brother's direction. "I'm also... I'm annoyed that this is how I tell you that-"

"Here you are! I was wondering where you two had run off to!" George appeared, bright smile on his face, and Y/n couldn't stop the glare that came onto her face. Tell me what? If only George had turned up a few moments later, then she would know what Lockwood wanted to say. "We should probably find the others, party's wrapping up now and I'm craving my bed." Lockwood heaved a sigh, then nodded in agreement, following after George as her brother tried to find Lucy and Holly, casting a slightly pained glance over his shoulder at Y/n.

Tell me what?!

~~~

The journey back to Portland Row was uneventful since everybody was exhausted, although Lucy was practically buzzing in her seat because Maya had passed on her number, telling Lucy to call her.

"This means something, right?" she exclaimed as they piled through the front door. "I have a real chance with her, don't I?"

"Yes, Lucy. Yes you do," Y/n yawned, leaning slightly on Lockwood to take her heels off. Why she'd ever let Holly convince her that heels were needed when she could have worn her trainers instead she wasn't sure, but she breathed a sigh of relief when the first one was finally off. She wobbled for a moment trying to undo the strap on the other one when Lockwood steadied her, crouched down, and took her leg into his hands as his fingers worked the clasp. A few moments later he was done, gently pulling the shoe off of her foot, and although he had only had his hands on her for what couldn't have been more than ten seconds Y/n could feel her cheeks heating up and her heart beating faster.

"Lockwood, what the fuck are you doing?"

"George, they're having a moment, alright? Leave 'em alone," Lucy hissed, taking him by the arm and dragging him upstairs, hushed apologies whispered as he tripped and face planted due to her harsh tugging.

"Good night you two, I'll see you in the morning," Holly said, following after her coworkers and leaving Y/n and Lockwood in the entrance hall alone for the second time in the last twenty-four hours.

"You're not going to bed, are you?" Y/n asked, a knowing smile on her face as she looked at Lockwood. He shrugged, heading towards the library instead of up the stairs.

"I'm not feeling too tired, to be honest," he replied.

"You never feel tired, I swear. Do you ever sleep?" She mock gasped. "Are you a vampire? Is that why you're so pale and are always awake at night?" She broke off into a fit of giggles, exhaustion making her mildly hyper.

"No, I am not a vampire," Lockwood laughed, shaking his head at her antics. "Go on, you should head up. Unlike me you can't run on tea and tea alone."

Y/n nodded, heading for the stairs, but stopped a little way up as she remembered something. "Lockwood?"

He paused in the doorway of the library, turning to face her with one hand still on the handle. "Yeah?"

"What were you gonna tell me before George came over? At the ball? You said you were annoyed that it took you so long to tell me something." A frown had worked its way onto her face, but Lockwood's was filled with a smile.

"Go to bed, darling. I'll see you in the morning." He disappeared into the library, leaving Y/n standing on the staircase staring at the place he had just been.

~~~

The next morning Y/n woke to an empty room, Lucy and Holly nowhere to be seen in the attic. She laid in bed for a little while, soaking in not having to get up and go to work, but eventually the need for food grew too strong and she was forced to start her day.

The kitchen was empty of George, too, and a short investigation led to finding a scribbled note on the thinking cloth that Holly, Lucy and George had gone for a grocery run at the supermarket. That left Lockwood, who was either hiding away in the house or had gone off on his own somewhere. Y/n's question was answered a few minutes later as she was pouring hot water into a mug for tea, and she nearly spilled the liquid all over her hands when Lockwood appeared and asked her to pour a cup for him.

"Shitting hell, Lockwood! Where did you come from?"

"Oh, I was downstairs. Doing a spot of rapier practice. Thanks," he gratefully accepted the mug that Y/n handed him, smiling brightly at her over the edge. She tried desperately to ignore the flush to his skin (and the mental images of Lockwood training), and turned back to her own mug of tea, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment in the hopes that she could go back to thinking normal thoughts. "You alright?"

"Hm? Oh, yes! Yeah, yep. I'm fine," she exclaimed, wincing at how the words came out. Lockwood stifled a snort (unsuccessfully) and took a sip of tea, yelping a moment later.

"Shit, that's hot!"

"Why wouldn't it be? You idiot!" Y/n was laughing fully, not bothering to hide how amusing she found the whole situation, and Lockwood was glaring at her from where he stood fanning his mouth. "You literally watched me pour boiling water into that like, a minute ago!"

"I know! I know! Stop laughing, will you? I feel bullied. I'm being bullied."

He took a glass out of the cupboard, filling it up with cold water from the tap and taking a long drink. They stood in silence for a while after that, Lockwood taking tentative sips of his tea while Y/n took large gulps, trying not to laugh at him when the memory of his reaction came back. They were very rarely alone in the house, with at least one other person somewhere and about to walk in, and Y/n decided that Lockwood had nowhere to go so she might as well corner him.

"Why didn't you answer me last night? When I asked what you wanted to tell me?"

He froze momentarily, the tips of his ears going pink as he hid behind his mug and scratched at the back of his head. "It doesn't matter, Y/n/n. Really."

"Well it matters to me, Lockwood. If nothing else the not knowing is killing me. Also I had just dragged you into a marriage with me, and while I do feel bad about that I also feel that you owe me this as well."

"You didn't drag me into a marriage, you surprised me with one," he joked, clearly stalling.

"Okay, fine, but seriously what were you going to say before my idiot brother came over?"

"I was just... going to say that..." he mumbled the last part, all the words smushed together and said quietly so that Y/n had trouble picking them out.

"Sorry, I genuinely could not hear you for the life of me Lockwood," her expression was apologetic, and he sighed through his nose as he looked up at the ceiling, closing his eyes before making a decision.

"I was going to say that I was annoyed that it took me so long to tell you that I love you."

"I love you too, Lockwood," Y/n frowned, wondering why he looked so beaten up about it. The five of them often told each other that they loved them, the words thrown around casually all the time.

"No, I mean- I love you, Y/n. To the point that George punches me in the arm sometimes because I won't shut up about how amazing or funny or kind or smart you are."

"Oh."

"Yeah." He hesitated for a few seconds, then spoke up again. "If you don't... I don't want this to ruin our friendship if you don't feel the same way though."

"Why wouldn't I feel the same?"

"You haven't said anything and it's- it's freaking me out!"

"Well I do feel the same! I'm just also freaking out because you love me too!"

"We're a mess, aren't we?" Lockwood laughed.

"Absolutely."

"So- So if I asked you on a date... would you-"

"Yes. Sorry, I- you can finish."

"I mean I think I got my answer, to be honest." He smiled softly at Y/n, placing his mug down and slowly coming over to where she leaned against the countertop. She reached her arms up and draped them around his neck, bringing him into a hug, and his own hands found their way to her waist. His eyes flicked between hers and her lips, and then he was whispering "Can I kiss you?" and leaning in when she nodded, pressing his lips to hers gently. They didn't rush, taking their time as they kissed softly, Lockwood's fingers brushing the skin just under her jumper and Y/n's fingers tangling in his hair, and when they pulled away for air they stayed close, foreheads bumping against each other.

~~~

When Holly, Lucy and George got home just over an hour later, arms laden with shopping bags, the silence was deafening.

"I really hope they haven't killed each other," Holly frowned, peering up the stairs as if doing so would help her find their missing friends.

"Maybe they've finally got together and are on a date," Lucy exclaimed, poking George in the side when he wouldn't move out of the way of the cupboard that she needed to open.

"Ow! I'm torn about that. On the one hand if they do get together I'll be glad they've stopped pining, on the other they'll be insufferable. You know what Lockwood's like, all lovey-dovey and attention giving, and Y/n will soak it up like a dry sponge."

"Oh, I found them!" Holly poked her head through the kitchen door, neither Lucy or George having noticed her leave. She lead them to the library, motioning for quiet as she pushed the door open. "They must have been reading and got tired. They totally confessed, just look at them!"

Lockwood and Y/n were curled up (somehow) on the larger of the two armchairs in the library, limbs entangled and hanging off of the arms and a book dangled in Lockwood's free hand, the other wrapped around Y/n keeping her safely tucked into his chest as the two of them slept. George looked like he was trying to be upset, but Lucy could see the smile he was holding off at the sight in front of them.

"We should leave them to it, I s'pose," Lucy murmured, pulling the door shut softly with a small click. "You alright, George?"

"Just thinking about how horrible things will be with them finally together," he replied, rolling his eyes and heading back into the kitchen to start dinner.

"He's not really upset, is he," Holly said, more stating it as a fact than posing a question.

"Nope. He's gonna be singing while he cooks, I can guarantee it."

Sure enough, barely five seconds after Lucy said the words, singing could be heard from behind the closed kitchen door alongside the clash of pots and pans.

[ghostlychief]

maybee a nsfw beach day with Simon? All of 141 goes out to the beach and has a water balloon fight or something fun and ofc reader if wearing a bikini and isss HOTT and yk Simon gets a little jealous since the rest of 141 (especially Johnny) was giving glances up on down so he goes and claims what’s his 😛

love your writing hope everything is going okay in your life !!!!!💞🦔

thank you so much! I hope everything is going okay in your life too <3 I'm so sorry for the late reply to your request, i know this was sent in months ago. I hope you enjoy what i threw together <3

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sun-kissed

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

wc: ~1,627

warnings: NSFW, SMUT, MINORS DNI; fingering, heavily making out, missionary, implied creampie, unprotected sex

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You should have known that multiple eyes would be following you throughout the day when you decided to wear your hot pink bikini that left little to the imagination. It just so happened that those “multiple eyes” were Simon’s friends and colleagues from work, aka task force 141.

Could anyone really blame you though? You were on a tropical beach, you were young and pretty, and you had curves in all the right places. Of course, you wanted to pack your sexiest and brightest bathing suits. And also, it’s not your problem that men can’t keep their eyes off you. Nope, not your problem at all. You’re simply existing, and doing nothing wrong except wanting to enjoy the pleasant beach.

So, here you were, just minding your business laying on the beach, enjoying the sunrays and summer breeze, completely unaware of your brooding boyfriend sitting next to you in a beach chair. Earlier, you tried to convince Simon to lie down and sun bathe with you, but he politely declined and opted to sit in a chair instead, with a hat and sunglasses on to cover his face.

You weren’t oblivious to the stares some of the 141 men gave you. Some tried to be more subtle about it, and others seemed to have slipped into a trance, completely unaware that they have been more or less looking at you for a good minute (Johnny).

You never gave a reaction or said anything to any of them, because you really didn’t care what they thought of you. Again, you were only there to enjoy the beach and spend time with your boyfriend.

You thought you heard Simon mutter “Fucking hell,” at some point, but you’re unsure if you were just hearing things and continued to lay in the sun, with the breeze caressing your hair.

An hour or two later, you’re sharing the umbrella with Simon, sitting on towels, eating a small lunch when Johnny, aka “Soap,” jogs up to you guys with a volleyball in hand.

He smiles at you guys, and if you were paying closer attention, you would have noticed that his smile was slightly strained and that his throat bobbled a couple times as he looked at Simon.

“Do you guys want to join us for a round of volleyball?” His question seemed innocent enough to you, so you eagerly answered, “Yeah! I’m down.” You turn to Simon and your smile drops a little when you notice he’s kind of glaring at Johnny. Weird.

Simon looks at you for a second, his eyes softening a hair, but then he turns back to Johnny and they’re hard again. His voice is gruff as he explains, “Actually, I think we were going to go back to the house for a break. Y/N’s been laying in the sun for a while, and I could use a good AC break.”

Your eyebrows furrow, and you open your mouth to protest, but Simon cuts in again, “Right, Y/N?”

He’s giving you a strained look, and you just nod, and then look back up at Johnny. “Yeah, Simon’s right. I could use a break. We can play next game.”

Johnny looks between you and Simon before saying his goodbyes then runs off to where the other 141 men are, all waiting to start the game.

You and Simon start to pack up your lunch, and you harshly whisper, “What was that about?” Once all packed, you guys start walking back to the house, which is only a five minute walk.

“Literally, all of those men have been gawking at you the whole day. I don’t think there’s been one moment where one of them has not been looking at you.”

You let his words sink in for a moment, and you realize that he was right. I didn’t do anything to make him feel insecure, did I? No, no I didn’t. You quickly shake those thoughts out of your head because you didn’t give anyone any attention besides Simon. Guilt still slowly creeps through you even though you did nothing, but you understand why Simon feels upset.

You rest your hand on his bicep, the motion signaling him to stop walking and he turns to face you. You look up at your boyfriend, and you’re still taken aback by how good looking he is. The sun has slightly tanned his skin to perfection, and has lighted his hair so that blonde highlights reflect brightly in the sunlight. The tan that developed on his arms accentuates his brawny muscles and his forearm tattoo, looks darker, and more contrasting than before. Basically, summer is a good look on Simon, and you love to see your boyfriend let loose and enjoy himself for once.

Your voice is soft as you ask, “Are you okay?” You leave your hand on his arm, hoping to provide some level of comfort to your boyfriend. He lets out a sigh, but then gives you a small smile, “Of course. Sorry, I didn’t mean for this to get me wound up. I was just feeling annoyed at all of them.”

You grant him a nod, understanding his point of view. He continues, “They have no fucking shame, those bastards.” This makes you laugh and you say, “Agreed, no shame at all.” This makes Simon laugh and you both continue walking to the house.

Once there, you ask, “So, what’s the real reason why you wanted to bring me back to the house while everyone was still at the beach?” Your eyebrows are quirked up, and you have a shit-eating grin on your face.

“So I can do this!” Simon quickly grabs you and picks you up bridal style, which has you squealing in shock and you’re laughing. He takes you to your room and kicks the door shut before placing you on the bed.

“Ahhhh, I see now.” You’re still grinning like a fool in love and Simon leans down to hover over you, hands braced on either side of your head.

He’s smiling then he finally closes the gap between you, and kisses you. The kiss quickly deepens and his tongue slips into your mouth, while his hand trails down your stomach and dips down in your bikini bottoms. He runs two fingers down and up your slit, and you’re already wet from his touch. He preps you with one finger, slowly pumping in and out as he continues to make out with you. Your hands are roaming his shoulders and down his arms before traveling down to tug at the hem of his shirt.

He helps you remove his tank top, and he goes back to kissing you, and then adds a second finger. The stretch feels heavenly, and you’re letting out the prettiest moans that he’s swallowing with his kisses. You figure you should return the favor, so your hand dips under his waistband and you grab his length, pumping up and down.

His thumb flicks over your clit, and you feel your high build and build, threatening to drop any minute. When it finally hits you, hot waves of pleasure wash over your body and Simon starts kissing down you neck, gently nipping at your skin. He kisses your collar bones, then makes his way back up your neck until he’s on your lips again. He swiftly removes your top, followed by your bottoms and you do the same for him by removing his swimming shorts.

Simon kisses down your chest and leaves small, quick kisses all over your stomach, which makes your heart flutter. He rubs your clit in soothing circles with two fingers and then leans down and spits, adding more lubrication. He moves back up your body, kissing you behind your ear as you continue to pump him. You voice to him that you’re ready, and you guide him into you, and he enters you slowly, taking in the full stretch of him.

Once settled, he starts moving, setting a generous rhythm which has your high building up again and quickly. Your trace your hands down his abs, feeling the distinct ridges of each muscle, and then trace them along the hard planes of his arms. His fingers continue to rub you, and the feeling of his hands plus his dick moving in and out of you has you reach your high quickly, waves of pleasure washing over you once again.

You’re heavily panting and he soon follows, he too breathing heavily. His head is dipped, and you bring your hands up to cup either side of his face, so that he’s looking at you. Grinning at him you confess, “I love you.” You admit this while he’s softening inside of you, and he lets out a chuckle, “I love you too.”

You guys clean up and put your bathing suits back on, getting ready to go back to the beach.

“So, what are they odds that they’ll know we just had sex?” You see Simon look slightly above you, no doubt looking at the state of your hair. Subconsciously, you start to smooth it down, and you guys begin walking to the beach, hand in hand.

“I don’t really care what they know. They’re nosy fucks, and maybe now they won’t feel comfortable gawking at my girlfriend.” You think it’s kind of cute that he’s a little jealous, but you refrain from giggling at his statement, so you just smile and squeeze his hand. “No worries, babe, I only have eyes for you.” You give Simon an over-exaggerated wink, and his only response is a large laugh.

Once back at the beach, you join everyone in the volleyball game, and you can’t help but notice how many times Simon spikes the ball over the net, right at Johnny’s face.

[noramthe]

Venti x reader

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VENTI💚

Summery

You celebrate venti birthday. But maybe you worked a little to hard that you become really tired the whole time

Warnings

Fluff. Celebrating Venti birthday. Written with f!reader in mind. Kinda of comfort

Note

I’m so nervous first time sharing my writing><

This is so self indulgent but hope you enjoy nonetheless

Today is a special day. It’s your beloved’s partner���s birthday! You have been planning on gifts and dates for weeks.

You thought about how in your birthday, Venti made you a cake himself. So you decided to return the favor! But that’s not all.

You planned on spoiling him today.

While you are at the kitchen of your shared serenity pot, making the cake and smiling thinking about venti's reaction.

He always says that you don’t need to do anything on his birthday. But, how is that fair when he always does something for yours?

The place was decorated with happy birthday balloons and dandelions and cecilia flowers everywhere and candles.

You worked really hard on everything. You put the cake in the microwave. And then you started to realize how tired you are.

Though tired as you are stubborn i guess. You pushed through. This birthday has to be really special for venti.

You thought as a motivator for you to continue.

3 Hours later

Venti came back to the serenity pot humming.

Though everything seems really quiet, he ignored it and pushed the door to the front door.

Darkness.

The house was all dark. Wired? You and him never really turned it off. What’s go-

Suddenly the lights open and there was a loud popping sound.

“Surprise!!”

The familiar and lovely soft voice of his beloved. You came through. It didn’t escape him how tired you sound even when you tried to hide it.

“Woah!! Windbloom? This sure was a surprise”

His voice soft and full of love.

You giggled and smiled brightly to him.

“Happy birthday venti!”

He walked in your direction. And then put one hand in your waist and the other at your cheek

“You did all this for me..?”

Whispering in your ear. He turned to face you, his eyes looking at yours with love.

“How could i have been so lucky?”

He said again. Seemingly with a deeply appreciative tone. It made you chuckle from embarrassment of how deep your feelings are

“No Venti. I’m the lucky one. You deserve more then this”

You put your hand on top of the one on your cheek. Feeling his warm hand. Feeling his rough fingers from playing the lyre. Feeling his soft palm.

You spent the day at your house on the serenity pot. Celebrating together and playfully putting cake cream on each other’s face while giggling.

Everything went by so fast. It was already night time.

Venti took your hand and pulled you until you’re in your bedroom bed.

“Venti, why are you dragging me here?”

“To get some shut eye. Duh!”

“But.. the day still didn’t finish. We could go to other places and celeb-“

“Nope! We can do it in another day. For now, you have to rest”

Venti jumped into bed and pulled your arm for you to join him.

You sighed. You really wanted to not give in. But you were so exhausted you didn’t have the energy to try and argue with him. So you let him drag you with him to bed

“There we go~”

Softly saying it in a way that makes you feel more at ease. He put his arms around you and cuddled you closer to his chest

You shuffled a bit to get comfortable. He waited until you finished and adjusted his hold on you.

Hearing his breath so close to you was so comforting. You almost fell asleep immediately.

“Thnaks for today, windbloom. I had a really fun time being with you”

His Voice was muffled from his the bottom of his face being in the top of your head.

“Of course, my love. I just wish i had time to do all I planned. Sorry i didn’t have the chance to.”

“Don’t apologize my dear. Your rest is way more important.”

He hummed and rubbed his hand softly up and down your waist. It was so relaxing. Your eyes slowly closing and you feel like you’re going to dreamland.

You look forward to continuing your celebration tomorrow while you’re at more energy.

You smiled. Just thinking about how much fun venting had today. And how you will see him tomorrow as well hopefully, having more fun then today.

Venti then brought his other hand to touch your hair. The final straw to your already sleepy head to finally have a nice rest.

“Goodnight. My windbloom”

[meganwritesfanfics]

You are my Sunshine

Jamie Tartt x Reader

It's time for Jamie to find out the gender of his baby, and the team is more than willing to help out.

Check out Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

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Jamie had been antsier than normal. This was the week they were supposed to find out the gender of the baby. Y/N was planning surprising Jamie, he would have been completely fine opening the envelope with her, but it made her happy to plan a surprise, and he would do anything to see her smile. 

He was about to make his way into the locker room when he found a sheet of paper covering the door. 

“The fuck?” He gasped but when he took a step back he saw that the paper read “Tear me” “Ok?” He reached out and and tore the paper finding the lights in the lockeroom off. 

“Alright guys, this is very funny ha ha.” He said and suddenly the lights flicked on and Jamie saw that the whole locker room was covered in this paper and written all over it was Boy or Girl? 

Dani was also standing in the middle of the room holding a black balloon. 

Jamie laughed as he made his way towards Dani. 

“Y/N roped you into this eh?” He smiled.

“I was happy to help. It is very exciting.” Dani said beaming. “Now you must pop the balloon.” 

“Where is the rest of the team? Is Y/N here?” Jamie asked as he started to move towards the hall out to the field. 

“You must pop the balloon!” Dani snapped stepping inbetween Jamie and the door. 

“Woah, alright mate,” Jamie said throwing his hands up in defense. 

“Here.” Dani went back to his smily self and handed him a football shaped pushpin. 

“Well isn’t this adorable. You know, I think Y/N should be here.” 

Danny didn’t say anything, he just kept smiling and held the balloon out. 

“Alright, well I guess this is her plan. So let’s do this.” He felt the nerves building in his stomach as he reached out and quickly popped the ballroom. All the anxiety faded as he saw that there was nothing actually in the balloon. “Hey mate, isn’t their suppose to be like confetti or somethin’” 

“You may now move on to the next player.” Dani smiled as he walked over tearing a hole in the paper for Jamie to walk through.” 

“Wait are you saying the whole team is…” Jamie said as he peaked his head out and found the hall lined with his team members leading out to the field. “Oh my fuck.” 

“Jamie!” Ted called at the very end of the line. “Pop the balloons to find out the gender of ya’lls kids. Not that this means that this is who your child has to be identified as for the rest of their life, they get to make that choice themselves, but you know it is a somewhat fun tradition…” 

“Thanks coach!” Jamie said cutting Ted off. 

Beard was the first person on his left. Holding out his balloon. 

“Be real with me coach. Do any of these balloons have confetti in em?” 

“Nope.” 

“Do I have to pop all of them?” 

“Ted has been instructed to tackle you if you try to leave without popping all the balloons.” 

“I think i could take ‘im coach.” 

“You would be surprised, he’s got some muscle.” 

“Alright,” Jamie said and how much he pretended to be annoyed, he was actually loving this. The fact that Y/N had put so much time and effort into something for him, made his heart swell. 

Ted played along with every balloon, commenting things like “oh this one has to have something in it, oh I’m nervous the tension is really building, etc.” 

By the time Jamie made it to the end, the whole team was cheering him along as he popped each balloon. 

When he cleared the tunnel he could see her standing in the middle of the field a football next to her. He smiled and quickened his pace so that he could reach her. 

“Hi baby!” She smiled as she reached out her arms for Jamie. 

He hugged her tightly and then let his hand rest on her slightly extended stomach. 

“Did you enjoy my game?” 

“I did, although I don’t think I have fully finished it have I?” He smiled looking down at the ball. 

“You have one more thing to do, you’re favorite thing.” 

“Baby, me doing my favorite thing is what got us into this situation in the first place.” He smirked

“Jamie Tartt!” Y/N smacked him looking around to make sure no one heard them. “No I mean scoring goals. But before you do that I have a present.” She said and she pulled a small piece of fabric and held it up. 

It was an infant sized Richmond Jersey. “And this is the best part.” She turned it around and it was Jamie’s number nine with the name Tartt written on the back. “This way we can cheer on daddy together.” 

Jamie didn’t have words. He just reached out and carefully took the jersey from her hands. He couldn’t believe that anything could be that tiny. His mind still hadn’t fully wrapped itself around the idea that they were having a baby. 

“It’s…” His voice cracked. “It’s perfect Y/N I don’t…” 

“Oh Jamie,” Y/N said as she wrapped her arms around him. 

“You know I don’t care what we are having as long as it’s a health baby, who is going to love football.” Jamie whispered and Y/N laughed. 

“I know.” 

“Oi! Can we get on with this!” They heard Roy yell and Y/N quickly flip him off. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t get Roy involved.” 

“He didn’t want to participate and I was worried he would spoil it, so I locked him in the boot room til you got to the hallway.” 

Jamie laughed as he turned to Roy a big grin on his face, and Roy responded by flipping him off, but for a moment he did crack a smile. 

“Alright so all I have to do is score a goal?” Jamie asked turned back to Y/N. 

“Well technically all you have to do is kick the ball and then the power will explode, but I figured you would want to score a goal as well.”

“You know me so well baby.” Jamie smiled. 

“So go ahead Jamie Tartt.” She said as she backed away a little bit so he could get ready. 

Jamie took a deep breath, the anxiety was coming back and the nerves. 

“Jamie Tartt do, do, dodododo, Jamie Tartt, do do dododdodo…” Someone started chanting and then everyone on the team started cheering Jamie on. 

He felt his cocky spark come back and in one beautiful kick he sailed the ball across the field and into the net, sending a giant puff of blue smoke out into the air. 

Everyone went wild and Jamie immediately turned to Y/N with tears in his eyes. 

“A boy,” He gasped. “We are having a boy.” 

Y/N nodded as she walked up to him. “We are going to have a boy.” She beamed. And Jamie pulled her in for a long kiss

[revasserium]

museums of memory

tsukishima kei; 2,098 words; fluff and the tiniest bit of nsfw

if he were to think of his body as a museum to his life, he thinks the first ever exhibit would be you.

“do you even remember the first time you played volleyball?”

tsukishima blinks as you lounge on the chair opposite his, in the empty desk where he assumes the newest member of the sendai museum faculty will sit one day, but for now, it’s been commandeered by you, grinning at him over the old fashioned lamp placed between his desk and the eventual newcomer’s.

“probably with my brother, why?”

your foxhole grin makes him pause.

“nope!” you hold your fingers crossed over each other as he sighs.

“fine. do you remember?”

you let out a long, overdramatic breath. tsukishima fights to keep his own face expressionless as he watches you, spinning in a chair that is not yours, and will never be yours — but you sit in it like you own the thing anyway.

“yep! it was with me!”

at this, he frowns, quirking an inquisitive eyebrow even as he scours the depths of his own fading memories for something that might confirm or deny your claim. he comes up empty.

“it… was?”

“yep!” and you’re smiling, a smile that he’s long since learned he has a startling lack of immunity against; it pierces his chest like the first ray of sunlight after a whole week’s worth of gray skies and rain — he waits.

“it was in your backyard! do you remember? the third time i came over to play cause my parents weren’t gonna be home till late —”

“ah… yeah — but i’d hardly call that volleyball.” tsukishima grins as the memory resurfaces, the images flashing behind his eyes, the feeling of grass beneath his fingers, the brightly colored, balloon-esque ball bopping between the two of you. he remembers the shape of your laughter, ringing through him like so many silver bells. he remembers laughing with you, watching you dive for a ball only to trip over your own feet.

“it was too volleyball!”

he shrugs, allowing you a haphazard grunt as he returns to his work, sifting through the museum’s backlog of donated pieces, parsing out which ones are actually worth keeping.

he wonders if someone were to sort through his own memories like this, which moments they might deem worthy of being kept, and which ones they might set to the side to toss away.

his first kiss is yours — given on an overcast sort of afternoon, with a sea of worksheets and unread manga scattered between you. your bed’s bigger than his, and the pillows are softer, anyway. he’d been thinking about it — then, and before then too — how it might feel, and he’d chalk it up to pure curiosity (of the scientific sort, you know) after, when you’d looked up at him and asked him what that was all about.

you’d been showing him something in a shoujou manga, squealing about some tall, dark, handsome, broody boy in the pages, about how he’d kissed the main character — just like that! bam!

he remembers the sound of your voice, the taste of your surprised hiccup on his tongue, the way your sigh had felt against his lips when you finally relaxed into him, your eyes fluttering shut, tickling his cheek like moth wings.

he’d pulled back, adjusted his glasses and gone back to his japanese literature notes, swiping a quick thumb across his lips. you’d stared at him for a solid ten seconds before burying your face in your pillow and then promptly whacking him across the head with it hard enough for him to wince.

“what was that for?” he asks, bewildered, his glasses askew.

“y-you can’t just kiss me — j-just like that and… and not expect me to do something about it!”

“well i wouldn’t’ve done it if i knew you were gonna hit me!”

“what’dyou think i was gonna do then?”

“i dunno, kiss me back or something!”

you’d deflated then, a helpless laugh spilling over your lips, making his skin tingle in ways that he’d never really been able to properly verbalize. he twists at his own fingers, feeling an unfamiliar heat creep up his neck and into his cheeks.

“if you wanted a kiss… you could’ve just asked.”

tsukishima crinkles his nose, scowling hard at the bunny-printed bedsheets between you.

“okay then,” he says, his words a bit too quiet, but no less certain, “kiss me again.”

you shift closer, reach over to crumple your fingers into his shirt collar to pull him to you. and it really was an overcast sort of afternoon, but… the memory of it shines brighter than the sum of all his sunlit days.

he imagines walking you through the museum of him, of all the things he’s considered sacred enough to keep, tucked away in the glass cases of his memory, polished, precise — perfect. he might show you his series of firsts, but then again, he thinks you might know them already. most of them include you anyway.

his first time is with you too — when you’re both still young enough to wonder, but old enough to do something about it — on a night when the moon is full and the air is too hot and sticky with possibilities.

he gasps as he pushes you back into the mattress of his bed, both your chests heaving, the world a rumbling ocean of cicada-song and half-drawn breaths.

“t-tell me you want this —” his voice is a shipwreck, and he knows he probably looks like one too, your fingers having made fine work of his hair, his glasses fogged over with the physical proof of his desires — of both your desires. you smile as you reach up to pull it from his face; he tastes the grin on your lips as you pull him down towards you.

“i — i want it — please —”

and it’s this plea more than anything else that pushes him over the edge of that precious, precarious precipice. he leans in, kisses you hard enough to bruise, and even though you’d spent the better part of the last year learning the curves and bends of each other’s mouths, the sweet and spice of each other’s tongues, somehow — this still feels clumsy. somehow, there is still too much teeth and not enough hesitation —

he can’t help the moan that tumbles from him when you arch your body up into his, when he finally, finally manages to pull away all the layers separating your body from his, when he finally sees you beneath him, splayed out like a promise, sweet and ever so willing as you reach for him —

he sinks into you like a daydream.

your nails trail fire and fortune down his back, his inhibitions left at the foot of the bed or perhaps shucked right outside his door because for once, no one else is home. and sure, you’d offered your place, which is empty more often than his place is but something inside him had wanted this — had wanted the first memory of you and him to be here. in his bed, on his sheets.

it’s a strange kind of possessiveness, the kind that he’s always felt roiling in the depths of his belly whenever he looked at you but right here, right now, he’s finally unafraid of letting it out.

he hisses when he feels you tightening around him, neither of you experienced enough in the language of pleasure, but he thinks that you don’t need to be. all you’ve never needed was him and you in the same space — and it has always been poetry.

“kei — kei —”

“c-come — come —”

there is a kind of breaking that can only be described as beautiful. and he has seen it over, and over, and over with you.

neither of you even remembers the shouting, how it all began — but both of you remember the shattered shards of cheap, store-bought glass, the silence that had folded in on itself, thick enough to suffocate. he’d never been good at stuff like this, and to be fair, neither were you.

“it’s not fair,” you’d said, and he’d laughed, a too-harsh, too-loud, too-much of a laugh that had echoed through your shared apartment like a car alarm, set off by the proximity of your bodies, by the resentment hidden beneath your tongues.

“what’s not fair? this? me?”

his voice is almost a sneer, but it isn’t. he can’t muster that strength. the losses his team had suffered still too fresh on his mind, and somehow, your empty words of it was a good match had set him off somehow. because he knows you’re lying — it wasn’t a good match, it was a shit match, and you knew it. so why — why —

“it was a good match —”

“no, it wasn’t — it was my first match — and we fucking ate shit —”

“it wasn’t your fault —”

“stop lying to me! you know i hate it when you lie to me!”

you bite your lips, you twist your fingers.

tsukishima lets out a breath that feels like admitting defeat. he feels his body soften — you never used to toy with your fingers like that. not when you were little, not till you met him.

“fine,” you’d said, looking anywhere but at him, “it was a shit match. but you did the best you could.”

“yeah, and clearly, it wasn’t good enough.”

you scoff, a sound that he’d never gotten used to hearing from you, but he should’ve expected it. you’d been with him for way too long not to pick it up.

“well, then do better next time.”

he finds himself smiling before he can stop himself.

“yeah… right… it’s just that easy, huh.”

you take three steps towards him and close the distance between you.

“isn’t it?”

because if his body were to be a museum to his life, he wonders how the exhibit might end, where he might draw that final line —

“i’ll see you after work for dinner then,” you say, popping up from the chair across from him, flashing him a quick grin.

tsukishima hums, his eyes still resting on the sheafs of paper in front of him — kamuiyaki ware plate set, produced in tokunoshima, during the early 14th century —

“what do you want?” he asks, moving the file to the pile on his right — the things to keep.

“hm… dunno. maybe… tsukemen? it’s hot outside.”

“yeah, sure,” — ukiyo-e depiction of izanagi and izanami, produced during —

“hey, tsukki?”

“hm?”

he looks up to find you standing there, too close, and yet not nearly close enough. he bites back the urge to draw you closer. you smile down at him, reaching out to cup his cheeks, to run your fingers through his hair.

he allows himself a small, indulgent smile.

“kiss me,” you say, leaning down towards him.

he kisses you, and when you draw back, the afternoon sun draped across your shoulders, seeping in from the far window, tsukishima finds himself held still by the sight of you.

“marry me,” he says, with too little thought and not enough hesitation, but really, really — he’s thought about it for far too long, sounded out the words between his lips so many times that the midnight air of his room might be able to repeat it back to him in perfect tandem.

you don’t miss a beat.

“okay,” you say, leaning down to kiss him again.

and this time, when he wraps his arms around you to pull you close, there’s no question and only ever your answer — solid and sweet and still as you press it to his lips, from your mouth to his — yes, yes, a million times yes.

“okay,” he says, smiling when he lets you go.

“see you for dinner,” you say, casting him a wave over your shoulder as you leave, your cheeks flushed high and pink.

tsukishima watches you go, his hand poised in the air in a perfect wave.

“yeah, see you then.”

and as he turns back to his work, he thinks that if his body were to be a museum to his life — the first and last exhibit… well, they’d probably both be about you.

[bunnyreaper]

STRUGGLES TO THINK OF A REQUEST!!!

SOMETHING REALLY SOFT AND FLUFFY WITH GN/TRANS MASC READER?? LIKE PRAISE N STUFF; MAYBE READER IS A VIRGIN OR SMTH !!!I GET DYSPHORIA WITH AMAB READER BUT I DONT WANT TO BE CALLED A GOOD GIRL EITHER YK??

ps look at my gorgeous man

okay, wrote a lil gn!reader x gaz, with birthday theme!! it's a bit silly but i hope you enjoy!! mild 18+ below + alcohol consumption!

Being in the army was never convenient. Thrilling, challenging, life changing, yes--but never, ever truly convenient. 

You suppose the universe took pity on you somewhat, as the stakeout in a sweltering hot campervan had been moved forward to yesterday, narrowly missing your birthday, but only just.

Today you're still left with the fatigue of the late night you pulled staring down binoculars and making the awkwardest small talk ever with Ghost.

But, today at least, you'd entered the rec room of the Los Vaqueros base to the most pleasant surprise. 

Kyle must have spent the whole afternoon preparing it, as there were balloons and bunting and even a small cake waiting for you when you arrived--as well as the man himself, all soft eyes and beaming smile. 

The cake has long since disappeared (largely courtesy of Johnny), and you've both been making your way through a fairly expensive bottle of tequila, one shot at a time. 

The Captain didn't stick around for too long, and Ghost headed to bed after him and Johnny swept the floor with you and Kyle in a particularly heated game of beer pong. 

Johnny is currently drooling into the couch cushions as you and Kyle try and finish off the last of the tequila while playing Never Have I Ever. You're a few rounds in, and Kyle is rapidly realising that there's a lot of things you haven't done.

"Never have I ever... had a threesome." Kyle says, with a shrug and a melodic laugh, and is unsurprised when you don't drink.

"Never have I ever had a twosome, even." You counter with a snorted laugh.

Then, mortification washes over you, as you stay stock still and wait for the realisation to catch up to Kyle.

"Oh, you've never...?" His lips part and his eyes widen adorably, but they hold no judgement within. 

"Nope." You shake your head, taking a hefty sip now anyway to deal with the blush of your cheeks at such a reveal. 

Kyle follows suit out of habit, his face scrunching at the taste. "With anyone?" 

"Nope, I've done some things but... no one I wanted to go all the way with." Really, you aren't embarrassed about this detail in particular, more so that you're sharing it with Kyle, who you've been crushing on pretty much since you first laid eyes on him. 

"Well then." His initial surprise dissipates, replaced with an entirely too sweet smile that just makes you melt. "Hope you find them soon, if you're ready." 

His voice is laced with sincerity, and as you get lost in his gaze all you can think of is that above everything, you're so thankful you get to call Kyle your best friend. "Thanks for not being weird about it." 

"Nothing to be weird about." He says, completely nonchalant as he reaches out, his hand resting on your arm to rub reassuringly. "Though I do think you're missing out." As he says those final words, his face splits into a smirk for the ages, before he wraps his lips round the bottle once more. 

"Oh I know I am, trust me." You groan, desperately wishing to experience everything you hear people talk about, especially with Kyle. 

"Tequila brings out the wild side of you, apparently." He chuckles. 

You shove him playfully, knowing deep down you haven't gotten as wild as you could. "You say that like it doesn't do the same to you! I remember when you were doing shots in that bar we went to, and you ended up shirtless on the dancefloor." 

He hangs his head in embarrassment, but smiles through it anyway. "Thanks for reminding me of that." 

"Anytime, Kyle." You wink, the alcohol making you just a little bold. "Think I might head to bed though, actually." Best to go now before you end up straddling him right here, you think.

"We outlasted Soap, so I'll call that a win." He screws the cap on the tequila before setting it down on the table and offering you a hand to help you stand.  "Did you enjoy yourself?" 

"I really did, thanks for remembering." You smile, trying to fight the urge to rush to him for a hug. "I'll clean up in the morning." 

"Let me walk you back to your room, yeah?" He offers his arm now, allowing you to hold onto him as the two of you make your way out of the rec room.

"Oh, you're being extra nice, it must be my birthday." You tease, eyes ahead so as to not focus on the muscle you're clinging to and the heat radiating off him.

At that, he gasps. "You're my favourite person, I'm always nice to you." 

"If being cheeky is nice, then sure." 

His head dips down ever so slightly, and he stops walking for just the briefest of moments, his voice almost a whisper. "It's how I show my affection." 

It takes everything within you to not fall over your feet then and there. 

"Does that mean you have heart eyes for the Captain, because you're always being cheeky with him?" 

Deflect, deflect, deflect. 

"Why? You jealous?" He laughs, now properly coming to a stop outside your door. 

"Desperately." You drawl sarcastically, hoping he doesn't see right through it--and hoping he doesn't notice your shiver when he pulls away.

Things fall comfortably silent between you, as you stand and share fond looks. You swipe your key card, kicking the door open ever so slightly as you cling to his presence for a moment longer, not really wanting to go inside. 

"Kyle..." You begin, not really knowing what you'll say next. 

"Yeah?" His smile is so bright, so warm and loving that it almost hurts to lay eyes on.

"Thanks again." 

"S'aright." He shrugs it off like it's no big deal that he remembered, and made sure that everyone made a fuss. "Not too bad as far as birthdays go, I hope."  

Little does he realise, spending time with him is the best birthday gift you could ask for. Well, almost.

"Not bad at all, though I just thought of something else I want as a gift." Bravery courses through you, your brain ticking over into a needy territory where you just need something from Kyle--something beyond barely-there touches and friendly smiles. 

"One wasn't enough?" He teases, his eyebrow quirking and lips turning up in a way that makes him all the more attractive. 

"Nope." You take a step closer, and he makes no effort to retreat.

"Lay it on me then." 

And with those words, you snap. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down so you can slot your lips against his and pour out all your pent up feelings into kissing him silly. He tastes like tequila, and mint, and heaven, as he kisses you deeper and deeper, and sends your head into a bigger spin than the alcohol did.

He pulls away after a moment, pupils blown wide and hands still gripping onto you. "Fuck." 

"I mean, the actual gift I'd like would be a lot more... involved, but..." 

He pushes you through the door, slamming you against it as he closes it behind the two of you. "How about we make a deal?" He begins, before trailing kisses down your jaw, to the sensitive spots on your neck. 

"Oh?" You ask, voice barely there as light-headed dizziness and arousal takes over. 

"Tonight... I'll give you part of your gift, but the rest has to come when we're both sober." He whispers, his words full of promise. 

You whine as he nips at your throat, already wanting more, wanting everything. "You're no fun." 

He pulls away to meet your gaze, eyes sparkling as his hardness presses against you, and he flashes that oh-so-handsome smile. "If I'm gonna be the one to fuck you for the first time, I'm gonna make damn sure you remember it, yeah?"

[wrestlingfanficwriter]

Surprise

Becky Lynch x Reader

A one-shot for my bestie! Happy birthday!!!

It’s not long cause I’ve been dealing with writers block for a really long time but I read that instead of not writing you have to try so here I am….trying

“Can I uncover my eyes yet?”

“Nope”

“…….ok how about now?”

“You just asked me that same question one second ago do you really think the answer has changed?”

“Well…… has it?”

“No”

You groaned as you continued to keep your hands over your eyes. Today was your birthday and your girlfriend of one year Becky Lynch was planning a surprise for you at your shared apartment before you came home early and almost ruined it.

As soon as you came through the front door Becky was on you, covering your eyes with her hands and leading you over to the couch.

“Sit here and wait I’m almost done ok?”

“Done with what?” You asked eagerly as Becky quickly replaced her own hands with yours.

“You’ll see when I’m done just…..wait please? I have something really special planned”

You could tell she was giving you the puppy dog eyes without having to even look at her and like always they worked.

“Alright, I’ll stay here with my eyes closed if it makes you happy”

You felt Becky give you a sweet but quick kiss on the lips. “Thanks babe. I promise I’ll be done soon”

You pouted as she pulled away with a laugh. “You’ll get more kisses later.

So here you sat, it’s been at least half an hour by now. You were starting to get restless but continued to sit and wait like your loving girlfriend had asked of you.

“Ok babe I’m all done”

You quickly removed your hands from your eyes and gasped as you took a look around the room.

The room was filled with balloons that were your favorite color, present’s and flowers sitting on the table with lit candles along with your favorite meal and a small cake.

You turned to look at Becky who was smiling sheepishly in the corner of the room. “Surprise!”

“Becky…..this is so sweet. Thank you” you said as you ran over to the love of your life, giving her kisses all over her blushing face.

“Anything for you babe. I love you so much”

You smiled as Becky kissed you sweetly pulling away before you could deepen it like you wanted.

“Beckyyyyy” you whined trying to kiss her again, but she was too fast, moving out of the way and sitting at the table.

“Let’s eat first, then you can open your presents and I’ll run a bath for you after that” Becky said as she gave you a plate full of your favorite food.

“And then we can make out?”

“We’ll be doing a lot more than making out” Becky winked at you.

You beamed while Becky took her glass in her hand raising it in the air as you did the same.

“Happy birthday babe. I love you more than anything and I’m so happy that I have you in my life. Here’s to another year full of happiness and love”

You clinked your glasses together before leaning over to give her one more kiss. You were truly happy to have someone as wonderful as Becky Lynch in your life. And as she went on to tell you all about putting this whole evening together just for you only one thought popped up in your head as you smiled and listened to her.

She’s perfect.

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I haven’t written anything in years so I’m sorry if this sucks but I’ll try to continue and get better

[youuuimeanmee]

My ILY 219 Thoughts

When I first read this chapter on fastpass, my head was in mush the whole day, it feels like I've fallen in love. Even after today, 4 weeks later, I still can't put this chapter down. Everything was so intimate, it might be more intense than any romance media I've read so far. (I swear romance in slice-of-life genre is the best). With all that mush, there's also a silent dread in the back of my head, like, if tonight is the peak of Nolan's happiness since forever, what kind of pain and torture that awaits him in the future? Hhhahah let's stop thinking there.

1. I was pleasantly surprised when Nol was about to apologize to Shinae about the whole awkward-morphine-thing! I thought he's gonna use this opportunity to let her stay away from him, but nope. I forgot this is The Nolan Who-didn't-shy-away-from-Shinae-because-she's special Lochlainn. I should've known, despite the dread of loving (and losing) someone again, he also couldn't let her go easily.

2. The trio! YESS!! I was hoping they'd come! "How are you doing, stranger?" Damn right Shoushi, Nol hasn't introduce himself with his real name yet. "Oh shut up, let us have this!" Damn right Shinae. Just let them love you for God sake.

3. Awww that red blush! That crooked smile! It's the similar crooked smile Yeong-Gi had when Shinae gave him ointment for his scratch!

Nol really is touched by Shinae who doesn't give up on showing her care, despite him pushing her away many times 😭And Daww look at Lil Buddy on Nol's side ready to protect him!

4. Nol:

Also Shinae on ep 2, the first time she met Nol:

😏 Nice throwback Quim 😏

5. Soushi. "It's not like anyone's stealing my lunch money anymore." Is it because Soushi's high school is better than his junior high? Because he has friends who can kick ass now? Or because he kept receiving benefits for being Kousuke's spy? Kinda sus there. BUT! Since he finally realized just how severe Kousuke's relationship with Nol, I should trust him. Plus, Lil Buddy didn't attack him tonight! I trust Lil Buddy who trust Soushi.

6. DUCKIESS!!

If he wasn't impressed before because Dieter only described "Yeong-Gi," not "him," he definitely is now 😭 'Cause the boy who wondered where the duck is in the pond? Now that's Nolan. No wonder Nol is so touched 🥺

7. SoachRoach? Daww Soushi nooo :( I don't want you to consider yourself as a pest! Well, if being a pest means he won't leave Nol alone and continue to be his friend then I don't mind, but still-

8. The "I love you guys!" that Nol exclaimed at Dieter and Soushi, and the silent "I love you so much" that gaze straight into Shinae's eyes is *chef's kiss* 🤌🤌

9. "Shinae! Why are you standing so far away? You're a part of this group too!"

No Dieter, Shinae is a league on her own 😏

10. Haha, the "It's a Girl!" balloon that were changed into "It's a Gift!"? Nice save Shinae, real smooth. And oh, almost forgot. Fun fact, Quimchee said on her cc that if Nol were gonna have a child, he'd definitely want a daughter. Surprise surprise, the balloon Shinae brought on this ep is a gender reveal balloon, with "It's a Girl!" written on it. Quim, are you teasing us? Or is it a foreshadowing 🤣🤣

11. Ngl the panel where Nol is staring at his friends with red/pink sunrise and snowfall is soo pretty it's like shoujo manga. I'm soo sooftt 😭

12. Oh boy. That burger analogy he made is definitely dark. So his birthday is definitely:

1) getting stepped on by Hirahara; and

2) he found his birth/birthday leads to his mom's death/disappereance.

I really hope #2 is just some bs nonsense Yui has told him, but idk. Yui is the master of manipulation, some of what she said might contain some ugly truths, which, could be hard to counter :((

13. "Luck? Maybe bad luck..." Oi Nol, Shinae wouldn't know it was your birthday if it's not for the bible. You won't be able to celebrate your birthday in a good mood if it it's not for the bible. And you definitely wouldn't chase after Shinae in the first place if it's not for Nessa's letter in the bible. So it IS a good luck. How could you forget that?

14. Haha I knew she'd pick the orange! 🤣 But that doodle! I didn't expect her to do that but it's genius 🤣 And that message!

Not only it's a nod to Shinae's line when they first met (Humans suck), it's also the answer of his question earlier!

And it must mean so much to Nol cause, ugh, how do I explain it. For Nol who hate himself so much, hearing "you're a good person" might be a bit too much since it's hard to believe. But "you don't suck that much"? To me, at least, it's easier to take because it means Shinae acknowledged his downsides, but she accepts it anyway. Because she sees some good in him. Because he's special to her. For someone who were used to be told he's nothing? For someone who were told to disappear just a few hours ago by certain someone? That, UGHHH 😭😭

15. Oohh that tapping hand! I remember Nol said he knows how to do scales, so maybe he's playing imaginary piano in his head? Maybe he's reminiscing how his mom used to teach him christmas songs? Don't know if that's really the case but I thought it'll be a nice headcanon :) Shinae must've noticed how lost he is in his own world, so the way she brought him back using a finger dance, it's like she's saying "Don't go. Just look at me." 😭

16. The whole finger dance is so cute, but Nol's darken facee. It's like he's thinking, "Why do you think we can't dance? I don't care how much pain I'm in, I can dance with you. I want to." I swear, Nol's "take your shoes off" is much hotter than any "take off your clothes" from any ML in romance manga.

17. I see Yeong-Gi when I see one. With that smile, that happy remark, and that peek-a-boo? Definitely Yeong-Gi, alright. After he decided to live his life as Nolan, just this once, he wears his mask again to ease Shinae's worry, because he won't let her know alll the pain he felt (maybe I should write an analysis/theories about his motive in the future). He doesn't want to scare her, he wants to see her smile for as long as he could because By Gods he needs it. Their dance is like a sweet, silent goodbye, and they both know it.

18. Lastly, I wanna mention how good Quim is with gestures? Nol is holding only 2 fingers, like he still has a wall that says "I'm only asking you this as a friend. Not that I try to hit on you or anything." Almost like he's scared to invite her, afraid she might be scared of him.

But she's not. She accepted him with her full hand. Yet, he doesn't fully hold her hand because he's not ready to completely accept it, he's not ready to open up yet.

Despite all that, he holds what he can (Shinae's fingers) with all his might, because he's unable to let her go?

QUIMCHEEE 😭😭😭

I wanna write more but it's getting long and there's a pic limit, so I'll continue in another post! I'm gonna dump all my thoughts about what Nol might be thinking the moment he's alone with Shinae. Thank you for reading this far! 😆

[harrystylesfan2686]

Fair

Pairing: Harry x Reader.

Summary: enjoying in a fair.

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Harry

"H, lets go there" Y/N said to me turning to a shooting balloon game.

We were at a local fair in our neighborhood. Y/N demanded to go there and celebrate our 6 months anniversary. She, apparently, loved fairs while I haven't been in any for a long time.

We walked up to the booth and watched as a kid before us shoot at the balloons 5 times, missing every time, and cry to his mum about it. I watched with a little frown on my face, feeling sorry for him.

Y/N took her hand out of mine gaining my attention. I saw her give 15 dollars to the man who stood behind the counter. And I know I should be the one to pay but I didn't have any cash with me soo...

"Here, hold this" the man said to her giving her a gun. Behind him was a huge board filled with balloons of three different colors, red, green and blue, glued randomly. Some already popped.

"You will get 5 chances to shoot" He said. "If you shoot red, you get 5 points, if you shoot blue, you get 1 and green, 3. The more the points the bigger the gift, ok." He explained. Y/N nodded her head in understanding.

"Do you want me to do that for you?" I offered, cheekyly smirking and thinking she couldn't do it.

"Nope, I got it" she replied. I raised my eyebrows at her confidence.

I watched as she raised her gun up to a blue balloon in upper middle. She waited for a few seconds before shooting to focus on her target. I saw her pull the trigger. The bullet went straight to the target.

My jaw dropped as I turned to look at her in shock that she just did that. She turned to look at my reaction with an evil, knowing smirk.

She looked forward again, raised her gun to a green balloon this time and shot without waiting, again the bullet went straight to the balloon, popping it.

She did this three more times to three red balloons without missing once. And I just stood there speechless looking at her in disbelief.

"H-How did you..." I tried to ask but couldn't say anything.

"I told you I got it" She said while chuckling and putting her gun down.

"19 points. Choose what you want." The man said pointing at a different board with toys on it.

The board was divided into 5 parts, each having different toys on them with numbers of 5 times written on top of them like 1-5, small toys, 6-10, a bit bigger toys, 11-15, more bigger toys and so on till 25.

"I want that bear" Y/N said pointing at a white teddy bear in the 16-20 points section.

The man gave it to her and she giggled like a child.

"Its so cute." she said hagging the bear.

I just stood there looking down at her smiling like an idiot because she was looking so cute.

She looked up at me smiling and said "Lets go play something else."

"Sure" I said. She took my hand and started walking.

We walked through the fair playing games and going on some rides. I stopped walking when I saw the entrance to my favourite ride.

"Let's go on the big wheel." I said to her while looking at it.

"What's a big wheel?" She asked when I turned to look at her.

I pointed at the big wheel. Her face lit up in realisation.

"You mean the ferris wheel. Sure" She said.

I smiled and made my way to the wheel with her. We bought our tickets and stood in line for our turn.

We sat in our cabin and waited patiently as the other cabins got filled up with passengers.

We chated a bit until the ride finally started.

The view was amazing. We got a look of the whole city as we went higher. The lights, the weather, everything was perfect.

I looked at Y/N only to find out that she is admiring the view just as much as I am. Maybe it is the moment but she is looking really beautiful right now.

She noticed me looking at her and turned to me.

"What?" She asked.

"What?" I copied her, smiling.

"Why are you at me like that?" She asked laughing a little.

"Because you're really beautiful." I said.

She giggled shaking her head.

"I love you" I said without thinking.

She quickly looked at me with shock as I widened my eyes and mirrored her expression.

That was the first time I said that to her.

I just kept thinking what to say at this moment without making it awkward or sad or anything.

"Shit! I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean that, no I did, I did mean that, I-I love you, I do, just d-don't think that you have to say it back right now, i-it's just-" My rumbling got cut off by feeling her lips place on mine.

I imitately kissed her back and put my hands on her face.

"I love you too, Harry" was the first thing she said when we pulled back.

I laughed in relief and happiness and kissed her again.

This was the best date ever.

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[sethadams-cursed]

Who: Seth Adams & Magdalena Sparrow When: 27 May 1989 (Saturday) Where: Salem General County Hospital Type: Closed

"IT'S MY TURN NOW!"

The best thing about having siblings considerably younger than you was that it was much more easier to get your way, as Seth elbowed Jacob in the gut, and avoided his brother's sticky Rugelach covered fingers. "Nope." There was some emphasis as he popped his 'P' and continued the game. Roger Wilco… space janitor.. who was just about to infiltrate a space base using an invisible utility belt. SO DAMN COOL. Yeah no way was Jacob playing this one anytime soon. "MOMMMMMMM!"

Resigning before the inevitable came in the shape of his mother—her chastising and the reminder that he was a grown man and video games were for kids—Seth wasn't in the mood to argue. With a sigh he rolled his brother's computer chair back and climbed out of it. "Touché."

"SETH!!" What? He’d given it up! "Phone!" Oh, that. Putting his finger into his mouth and then inserting it into Jacob's ear, Seth let out a laugh as his brother screamed and ran down the stairs just in time to grab the phone off their annoyed father. Holding his angry brother back with his free hand, he answered, "Ellooooo..."

He listened, nodding, and agreed to Zo's (Lorenzo, but Seth called him Zo) pleas to pick his sister Maggie up from the hospital because he was stuck at the office still. The truth was, he felt kind of sick about the whole thing...

Maggie hadn’t gone to his school, but they’d met one year when, after begging his father for weeks to let him go to a normal (not Hebrew) summer camp, his father had finally agreed. The two had met when they were both been put on canteen duty, some sort of punishment for having a sense of humor. At least, that's how Seth saw it. After that, they’d spent most of the rest of the summer together, which concluded with a game of spin the bottle, where Seth was forced to pop his mouth cherry and kiss her. It hadn’t been a bad kiss, but he’d definitely used more tongue than was appropriate, and in the end, the two hadn’t spoken for the rest of the night or the bus ride back to Salem.

Of course, that was all in the past and when she came looking for a job a few years ago, he was more than happy to let bygones be bygones and hire her up as his new receptionist. The arthritic hands of old Madge had never adapted well to the computer age. So, anyway, the point was, when Seth heard about Maggie being injured—hospitalized—he felt just a little torn up over the whole ordeal. "County, right? Four? You got it, Zo."

Parked right on the curb beside the hospital bay, Seth picked up his drug store balloon and headed in the direction of the receptionist desk. "I'm here to pick up—" He turned, cut off by a familiar voice, as he eyed her cast and took in just how damaged she was: it looked bad, but definitely not bad enough to avoid any kind of jokes. "Looks like you’re one step ahead of everyone… or maybe one step behind?" He walked up, taking the wheelchair from the orderly with a thank you and a smile. Then, he leaned down and handed Maggie her balloon. "Can you limp or am I driving?"