#really nice of them to give us a schedule ahead of time this year… but man. next week huh

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it’s that time of year again~~~~~~~~

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Pumpkin Patch

Sylus x gn!Reader

Inspired by my going to a pumpkin patch and carving pumpkins today and yesterday. I am soooo sore, BUT I made a kitty pumpkin and it's so fuckin cuteee

Warnings: pumpkin carving, fluff, cuddling, Halloween, sleepy Sylus, soft Sylus, established relationship

Word Count: 2,172

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Sylus normally doesn’t get up during the day. Usually, on any other day, he’d sleep all the way through from dawn until dusk. If he woke up at all, he’d use that time to check up on you, diurnal creature that you are.

This is “late” for him. It’s mid-morning, the sun is closer to its peak than the horizon, and you’re bouncing around like a 3-year-old that just raided a candy store.

You’d insisted on going to a pumpkin patch. The issue with that is the hours they’re usually open. As he turns into the lot, parking his nice (very expensive) car on the grass, watching you already starting to unbuckle your seatbelt, he thinks ruining his sleep schedule just a bit is worth it.

You hold his hand like a tether as you practically skip all the way down the driveway. At the end, on the left, is a big red barn, side doors open wide to welcome guests into a small shop. Cider, candles, donuts and more sit along wooden shelves, waiting to be bought. But to the right…

“Sy, look at them all!” You gape at the array of bright orange gourds in front of you. Big, medium, small - even a couple huge ones that he could sit inside of if they were hollowed. You suddenly look at him, a bright smile tearing at your face and stars dancing in your eyes. “I never asked! Have you ever carved a pumpkin before?”

It’s a miracle you’re not letting him go to run ahead into the field. Other couples trail along, searching for that one perfect pumpkin. A small family is taking photos of their dressed-up child among the hay bales. One person is looking at the huge ones with the eye of a sculpture artist.

He shakes his head, his own smile accompanying yours. “No. I don’t think we have anything like it in the N109 Zone.”

“Really? Do you have Halloween?”

He chuckles. “It would be a funny place if we started handing out free candy for one night of the year.” He tilted his head and raised a brow at you. “Besides, do you really want kids running around unsupervised?”

You huff, face wrinkling into a cute grimace. “Most kids who trick-or-treat aren’t unsupervised,” you retort. Your face softens as you reach the edge of the field. “But I guess you’re right. Oh!” You tug on his arm excitedly. “You should spend Halloween with me! We can watch scary movies and dress up and give out candy to the kids!”

A warmth seeps into his chest. You’d never allowed him to visit your apartment in Linkon City. You were always so scared of someone recognizing him, of being caught in this little game. To offer so freely now, and with this much enthusiasm, how can he refuse?

“Alright,” he agrees. “I’ll spend the holiday with you. Now pick out your pumpkin.”

“You gotta pick one out, too!”

“I will, sweetie.”

You let go of his hand to weave and wind your way through the patch. Pumpkins of all shapes surround him as he follows, scanning each gourd with a discerning eye. He vaguely understood the concept; pick a pumpkin, carve a face or design into it, and leave it out on the front step with lights inside. It was strange, to be sure. He couldn’t, as of yet, understand the appeal.

When he looks around at the people, they’re just like you: bouncing around, grinning from ear to ear just thinking about what they’ll carve. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think there was some reward or prize involved. But there wasn’t. As far as indulgences go, it’s one he can’t fully grasp yet.

You gasp as you run ahead toward a pumpkin. It was bright orange with shallow grooves, almost perfectly round, and with a stem twisting out of the top. You pick it up, turning it this way and that. “Look how perfect this one is, Sy! What do you think?” You turn to him, holding it for him to see.

“It’s a bit big for you, don’t you think, kitten?” he teases.

“Hush, I think it’s the perfect size for my design.” You swat at his chest, but he doesn’t even flinch at the contact. Instead, he holds out his arm so he can carry it for you. While it’s not the heaviest pumpkin in the patch, you do struggle with the heft. He doesn’t struggle at all as he cradles it in one arm.

“What are you going to carve into it?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” You smile mischievously up at him.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “I look forward to it.” He turns his attention back to the array before him. You hold his free hand as he continues his search.

It’s minutes later when his eyes catch sight of a smaller pumpkin. It’s gumdrop shaped, with a shorter stem. He isn’t sure what draws him to it, but he points it out to you and you pick it up.

“Awe, it’s so cute! I thought you’d go for one of the big ones for sure.” You spin it by its small stem to look at all its sides. The grooves are mostly shallow, with some running deeper than others. It’s also not perfectly orange like yours is. It’s instead more yellow toward the top.

“I should start small for my first pumpkin, no? I’m not an expert like you yet.”

You laugh, tucking the light-weight pumpkin into your own arm to carry as he leads you back towards the barn. “Maybe one day you’ll be as good as I, the Pumpkin Carving Master. I’ve had years of experience - you gotta lot of catching up to do.”

“You sound confident,” he says. “Maybe you’d like to put a little wager on whose pumpkin turns out better?”

“And who would be judging this competition?”

“Luke and Kieran, of course.”

“Ha! They’d give it to you in a heartbeat.”

“Do you know any other impartial judges?”

You think for a minute. All of your friends are hunters, and they’d probably feel bad choosing someone else’s work over yours, friendly competition or not. You shake your head. “Not anybody that wouldn’t turn you in.” You nudge him with your elbow. “We can always hold the competition next year. Oh! We can do us versus the twins! And then have the quote-unquote ‘impartial’ chef decide the winners.”

He chuckles warmly. “I like the way you think, kitten.”

“I know,” you chime back, grinning wickedly at your own devious little plan.

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Sylus drives you back to the N109 Zone. It’s too risky to go back to your apartment right now, what with all the hunters that live there. It’ll be safer when it’s dark, perfect for Halloween night.

He helps you cover the coffee table in the living room with plastic trash bags to catch the guts and bits of pumpkin that will undoubtedly end up on the floor and couch anyway. You open up the cases of carving tools you got from the barn, setting out two scoops and a series of serrated knives for you both. He sets out a few toothpicks, telling you not to worry about them as he smirks all too knowingly. A familiar Halloween favorite plays on the large TV as you get started.

You show him how to cut open the pumpkin and gut it. He grimaces at the slippery, squishy innards as he pulls them out, causing you to laugh.

With a sharpie, you draw out the design you want to carve. You may or may not have found a reference for it online, while he seems to have gone in completely blind. You’re curious to know just what he’s making, but you hold back. It’ll be more fun to show them to each other after the fact.

Very few words are exchanged the longer you work. The movie fills up most of the quiet. Sometimes, you both make little jokes or commentary, but you become quite content to just sit in the moment with him. You can also understand that he’s not used to being awake at this hour. He might be too tired to keep up a conversation, so you don’t push.

“Sylus, what do you-” You quickly cut yourself off when you turn to see him.

He’s sitting with his arms crossed over his chest, resting deep in the couch cushions, head tilted back so his face is to the ceiling. His chest rises and falls slowly, quiet breaths you’d completely missed over the sound of the movie. You reach over and carefully turn it down a few ticks.

When you set the remote down, however, you notice his pumpkin sitting on the table. It seems finished, as far as you can tell. Unable to wait any longer for the reveal, you turn his pumpkin to face you.

Slanted triangle eyes with an upside down triangle nose, and a wide mouth with two little fangs. The triangles from the eyes have been repurposed with the help of the toothpicks to form ears at the top of the pumpkin. He’d even carefully cut away the orange outer layer of the pumpkin to accentuate the fangs. It was a cute little kitty. You can’t fight the smile that lights up your face as you take in Sylus’s first ever jack o'lantern.

“You’re making the same expression.”

You gasp and turn to see Sylus, no longer with his head leaned back, and with a sleep-softened smirk. You’d been so caught up in his pumpkin that you didn’t realize when he’d woken up. His red eyes shift from you to your own pumpkin. He chuckles.

“Is that me?”

Your own jack o’lantern was a classic: sharp eyes and a jagged smile full of pointed teeth. You laugh. “No, it’s not you.” You turn both of the pumpkin faces to look at you both, before leaning back into the couch next to him. His arm automatically wraps around your shoulder, pulling you in closer. “I don’t see you like that anymore.”

He hums noncommittally. How you two met remains an unspoken stain on your unusual relationship. He was scary and intense, so damn determined for you to Resonate with him that he hadn’t cared about anything else. He’s spent every day since making it up to you.

“Is that me?” you ask, pointing to his cat carving, steering you both away from that time.

He nods. “Of course it is, kitten. That’s the face you make when you’ve come up with a mischievous scheme. The resemblance is uncanny.”

You chuckle. “We can set them out later. But right now…” You pull away from his side, drawing a disappointed sigh from the man. He watches as you slide down to the other armrest, leaning your back against it and making sure the TV remote is within reach. You pat your chest. “C’mon, it’s past your bedtime.”

He huffs a soft laugh. “I wonder whose fault that is,” he teases. Still, he’s all too happy to accept your offer, stretching himself out like a sleepy cat until his body covers yours, his head resting on your chest. His arms slide between your body and the couch until they’re wrapped securely around you. You pull the blanket off the back of the couch - one of your own additions after coming and going so often - and drape it over the both of you.

“Comfy?” You comb your fingers gently through his hair. It’s always softer than you expect, gliding through your fingers easily as you scratch along his scalp.

He groans against your shirt. “It’s perfect, kitten,” he murmurs. His eyes are already shut. He’s certain now that they won’t open again until midnight. With his ear so close to your chest, he can hear your heart beating clearer than ever, mixing with the movie in the background to create a lullaby that eases all the pent up tension in his muscles. “This was fun,” he admits, voice so quiet you almost don’t hear him. “I look forward to the competition next year.”

Your fingers scrape along the nape of his neck, sending chills down his body. You grin at the power you hold. The way he so naturally responds to your touch is addicting, a power you will find a way to abuse when he wakes up. But for now, you use your newfound skills to massage the strain in his neck away and play with his hair. “I think yours won this time,” you comment.

He grins. “What do I win?”

You pretend to think. “A kiss.”

He chuckles, a darker twinge of possessiveness staining the sound. “Be careful when offering yourself up as a reward, kitten. You don’t know just how much I’ll collect.”

“Well, you can collect when you wake up. Deal?”

He squeezes you a smidge tighter in his embrace, pressing his face into your neck as he lets out a long sigh. “Deal.”

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Will is good at making decisions.

It’s one of the only things he’s good at, actually. He can’t fight. He can’t control water or lightning or plants. He’s not as smart as Athena’s kids or as charming as Aphrodite’s. He is clumsy and soft-hearted and stubborn. But he is observant, he always has been, and he prides himself in his ability to think ahead. He keeps his infirmary stocked and his siblings on schedule. He reigns in head counsellor meetings and draws up binders and binders of files and projects — he is organised. He watches, he notices, he reflects, he prepares. He’s as impulsive as the rest of them, sure, but he has enough contingencies in place that he’s solid. A solid head on his shoulders, and he knows it — the head medic must.

So when he watches himself, horrified, diverge from his very detailed twenty-nine step process entitled The di Angelo Dilemma: Approaching Friendship like a Normal Person and ask Nico to come over, he considers the possibility that he has been possessed. Maybe the eidolons that fucked everything up the first time around have been crouching in dark corners, patiently awaiting the perfect time to strike and ruin Will’s life.

“See you then,” says Nico, rushing out the door, and Will smiles at him easily, watching him dash across the common, and then he sets aside the folder he’s updating, walks calmly out of the empty infirmary, nodding to Mr. D. as he passes, turns a corner in the hallway, slips into his favourite supply closet, sticks a chair under the door handle, clears his throat, and screams.

It’s one of those good screams, by design; he takes a good deep breath beforehand and lets the sound billow out of him, lets it scrape the sides of his throat raw and reverberate somewhere in the base of his skull. Were he not home in a camp that regularly makes use of lethal weaponry and deadly rivalry, entire armies would come running to his defense. As it is, he is left to fall to his knees and scream until he is hoarse, or until he hears a faint will you shut the fuck up! echo from around the vegetable gardens.

“Why me,” he croaks, giving in and collapsing to the floor.

It’s a nice floor, really. In between breakdowns he returns and decorates the place, sweeping up the dust and covering floors and surfaces with rugs and throw pillows. A guitar leans in the far corner for when his mother is thousands of miles away and he’s feeling sorry for himself. A photo album lives half-shoved under a shelf for when he is in need of punishing. His sketchbook remains in a constant state of almost-full under the one dusty window. (That one carries slightly less general despair.)

He is, upon reflection, somewhat of a disastrous person.

How fitting.

“Ugh,” he says out loud, to himself, and reaches for his guitar.

He has no intention of playing anything worthwhile. In fact he doesn’t even bother tuning it, not that he can very well anyway, and just strums random chords and riffs and yells over a string of flat discortants, at one point, filling the tiny room with noise ontop of noise ontop of noise until everything is gleefully stifling, like a mass of birds clouding the sun, like the thirteenth year of swarming cicadas, like the twentieth layer of July Texan heat. Until the mess is transferred from inside of his head to outside of it. Until he has committed so many musical sins that his father retreats from the sky a full forty minutes early.

“I feel you are at fault,” says Kayla, when he finally returns to their cabin. “For.” She gestures vaguely at The Outdoors.

“Hnnngh,” responds Will, taking three steps and tipping, gracelessly, onto Austin’s bunk, nearly bouncing right off of it. He catches himself, barely, and presses hard into the pillow, curling when his brother makes space for him, when his sister sighs, deliberately loud, and presses her knee into his thigh as she climbs up, too.

“This is your own fault,” Kayla grumbles. Her bony shoulders settle along the dips of his ribs, next to Austin’s thin ankles. “You could talk about things before they blow up in your face, but nooooooo. You run around doing everything yourself. Moron.”

Will swipes the heel of his hand under his eyes, throat garbling a weird snort-laugh-sniffle. Those bony shoulders tip to the side, slowly, until she curls under his chin, dragging Austin down with her. “You’re so mean to me.”

“Sh-h,” Austin says, patting blindly until his palm finds Will’s face, then patting deliberately. His knees press against Will’s, now, forehead inches away, barely clinging onto the too-narrow mattress. “Quiet town now. Reflect in your foolishness.”

“So mean.”

Years ago, exactly how many Will refuses to count, this exact scenario would be met by lots and lots of teasing, by pinched cheeks and cuffed shoulders and a forehead kissed several times over. There would be at least six instruments played at once, a camera flash the second he walked in the door pouting, and more lights on that would ever be necessary. An oft-repeated and never-resolved debate, probably; you coddle him, Cass; oh, shut up, Michael, he’s little. The scent of woodgrain and antiseptic and vanilla. A thousand other details he never thought to memorize.

Now there is quiet, or at least more of it.

Kayla hums, notes muffled as she gnaws on her lip, and Austin’s socked feet tap against the blankets, mapping out the tune playing out in his far-away eyes. The last final glow of the horizon turns red, then orange, then violet, sinking into dark navy blue, and their aunt blinks her way into focus, stretching widely across the thin wisping clouds. The fairy lights wrapped around the pillars and ceiling beams blink alongside the stars, chatting away to each other, and the breeze from the window is soft and warm and almost as sweet as southern jasmine. There is a pit in the dead centre of Will’s chest, and he is afraid Kayla will fall into it, and then Austin; afraid they will succumb to his gaping maw.

“What if I ruin absolutely everything,” he says. He swallows, and then again, and again, because his throat is dry, escape for the burning trails mapping the his face from corner of his eye to mouth. “What if I — scare. Am. What if I’m the reason, again.”

Diana snorts. You are such a drama queen.

And that’s coming from this theatre, Lee adds, gesturing grandly to the gold pillars of the cabin. You’ll be fine, kid.

A chorus of agreements from the rest of the occupied bunks; Kate’s encouraging grin, Leanna’s fond hair ruffle as she dances past, Amir’s wink.

Will smiles and blinks back and he is gone, and Michael’s scowl disappears, and Kate and Phoebe’s laughter fades from the background. The cabin is quiet, shadowy; Austin and Kayla breathe quietly, swallow silently.

“I don’t know,” Kayla admits. “You — could be. Again.”

Will squeezes his eyes shut. He begs for Lee to go back to his sleep for the night. He inhales around the shake and inhales and inhales and inhales and feels the vacuum dead centre in his body, like from navel to spin, twisting, tubing, sucking; take, take, take, take. Can I, can I, can I. I want. Please. Let me have.

“I’m not sure it’s better not to try, though.” Austin’s hands curl around Will’s palm. “Right? You always say to — try. Do your best.”

A smile curls up the corner of Will’s mouth.

“I do.”

“And you did try.”

“I did.”

“Did it fail?”

Will flicks down to meet Kayla’s eyes, squinting one and tucking his chin.

“I asked to come over.”

“Oh, well — okay, Marilyn Monroe. Like that’s a new thing.”

“For no reason.”

“…Oh.”

“I could go on the sand rant, Kayla. I’m like a sleeper agent. As soon as he says it, I’ll — you know.”

Austin shifts, frowning thoughtfully. “I mean, he kind of already knows you’re weird.”

“Not this weird!”

“I think everyone knows you’re weird, actually,” Kayla adds. She wiggles, squirming and elbowing until she is half-perched on the fleshy part of Will’s waist, ignoring his wheezing. “Being a nerd dork loser is kind of your whole thing.”

“It is not!”

“You have binders dedicated to people, Will.”

“That’s not bad!”

“Specifically on how to best socialize with them, Will.”

“That’s — thoughtful!”

“…Sometimes being related to you is hard.”

“I am! Collecting data! To better my relationships! What is the issue!”

Austin and Kayla exchange a meaningful look — which does not, Will is relatively certain, usually involve putting your entire palm on your brother’s face and shoving it so it cannot be seen. Kayla.

“You’re doomed to fail,” they decide. And then they kick him off the bed, which is rude, but he is weak to their giggling, and it’s bedtime for them, anyways.

As per his carefully outlined routine they are sent to the showers and sinks, back in half an hour, bickering. As per his less carefully outlined but nonetheless regularly present routine they are separated physically from each other and shoved to seperate bunks. As per his most carefully outlined routine, he follows them each, ignoring their complaints, and presses the back of his hand to each forehead, closing his eyes as he lets his life force bleed into theirs, mixing, checking, making sure.

“We’re fine,” Kayla grumbles.

“Shut up and cough,” Will orders.

Austin gives him less trouble. Will makes a show of thanking him for it. Kayla throws her extra pillow. Will takes it, placing it on his own bed. It is silent after he says goodnight, silent as he clicks off the light, gathers his caddy, pads to the door.

“Goodnight,” whispers a voice, half hidden by the creak of the screen door as he opens it.

“Goodnight,” whispers another, half hidden by the cream of the screen door as he closes it.

“Goodnight,” Will repeats, grinning. “Sleep well, kiddos.”

They grumble, and their bedsprings groan as they turn away, mimicking the grate of the rickety porch steps. That, at least, is familiar; that at least matches the echoes that bounce around the walls of the cabin and the inside of his skull.

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CHAPTER Ⅱ: MITSKI & MONDAYS

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okay so maybe you were already nervous about the first day of your new school.

and maybe listening to your depressing playlist at 7 in the morning wasn't helping that.

but mitski can help calm your nervs to! but with yuji blasting his music in his room right across the hall, it didn't necessarily get the mood right anyways.

"yn, hurry up! we gotta go in like—two minutes!"

"im coming!!"

you reply, grabbing your backpack. you hopped through your messy floor, clothes spattered out from your unpacked suitcase.

you ran down the stairs, seeing yuji sitting on the floor next to the front door and sukuna rummaging through the upper cabinets of the kitchen.

"here, take these for the walk."

you don't have enough time to fully comprehend what your uncle's saying before a protein bar is being flowed full force at your face—though thankfully you throw your hands up and catch it in the air. you throw the second one to yuji, who instantly unwraps it and starts eating it.

"first day—tough shit. todays when you make first impressions on everyone. good luck."

"oh, uhm—thanks?"

you reply, raising a eyebrow at sukuna's comment. he was being nice—maybe? you couldn't really tell. but before you get to decide yuji announces its time to get going so you wave a quick goodbye to your uncle as you walk outside.

"don't worry, its not a long walk—only like ten minutes give or take."

yuji says, taking out an airpod so he could hear. you nod, opening your phone to make sure you have your schedule for the third time today.

yuji was right, after about 15 minutes you arrive at school. you bite the inside of your lip slightly, a nervous habit you picked up over the years.

"so, were still early, me and my friends always come a bit early 'cause we like to hang before classes and—"

yuji starts, but before he finishes his sentence someone comes rushing from behind the two of you.

"yuji, yn! hey!"

you look behind you at the girl waving. she had dyed orange hair, nobara!

"nobara! there you are!"

"sorry, i know we usually walk to school together but i woke up late—anyways, hi yn!"

nobara replys, walking up to stand in the middle of you and yuji. she smiles as she grabs both of your arms—starting to walk into school.

"its so nice to have another girl in the group, y'know. it's just me and maki, and she dosen't really like shopping so she never goes with me. sometimes panda or toge come but like barley ever 'cause their always 'busy'—"

wow, you only really met her yesterday and she was already talking to you like you were close friends. you smiled, at least meeting yuji's friends was off to a good start then.

nobara countined talking untill you three reached the bustling cafeteria, her and yuji seemed to look around for a moment—trying to find their other friends. then yuji's eyes open a little wide and he points to the back of the cafeteria.

"there they are, let's go!"

he says, practically dragging you through the crowds of tables. nobara had already ran ahead, running to go grab a chair and sit down.

once you finnaly approached the table you looked up to five sets of eyes directly on you.

your mouth starts to turn into an awkward smile as you look around the table trying to deicde what to say, but thankfully for you, yuji most of the time knows how you feel.

"everyone, this is yn!"

he grabs your shoulders, presenting you to the group in a way before laughing. he moves his arms to point—starting at the two at the end of the table.

"yn, this is panda and toge! them, maki, and yuta are all a year older then us. but trust me, you can't tell with these two."

he giggles, his joke resulting in the white haired boy giving your brother a small "hey!" and turning to face you.

"you don't look to much like yuji, you should've ate him in the womb honestly."

panda laughs in response to that, an you can't help but laugh aswell.

"ha-ha, sooo funny guys."

yuji responds, rolling his brown eyes. he points to the two in the chairs next to them.

"those two there are yuta and maki! my favoire girlboss and her malewife-"

"shut up yuji."

the girl with the black hair and glasses replies, standing up and slamming her hands on the table annoyed.

she did look oddly familiar though...did you know her from somewhere?

she notices your confused look at her and raises an eyebrow, as if to ask if you have something to say. nobara wasn't kidding when she said she was intimating.

"sorry, you just look awfully familiar—that's all!"

"hm, you went to the boarding school north from here right?"

you nod in response, wondering what she's getting at. maybe you went to school with her?

"you must know mai. she goes there."

oh it clicks into place, shes related to mai. you didn't know mai all that well, but you did know she was mean. they must be twins, hopefully maki isn't anything like her sister.

"don't worry, im not like her—she's an asshole."

you let out a small sigh of relief. thank god. you turn your eyes to the one person who you haven't met yet. he was sitting at the other end of the table, on his phone. nobara was next to him—she was saying something but he didn't seem to be listening. you reconized him from a couple of yuji's instagram posts, but you didn't remember his name. he looked tired and like he didn't want to be there—which made you wonder why he seemed to hang out with them.

"oh yeah, yn—this is megumi! he's in our grade."

nobara says, as yuji sits down on the table next to him. was this the other best friend yuji had mentioned before? he seemed pretty annyoed as he took off his headphones.

"uh, nice to meet you!"

you say, giving him a small smile. he didn't seem all that interested in talking.

"nice to meet you."

"sorry, he totally puts up this whole 'mysterious and nonchalant' vibe around people—he's not even-"

"shut up, yuji."

nobara was in the middle of doing something with her phone as she spoke up.

"here yn, i added you to our group chat. check it after class m'kay?"

you responded with an agreement, as the bell rang for you to head to your class.

BACKGROUND INFO: - nobara, yuji, toge, panda and maki all met in middle school, megumi later moved into town and became friends with yuji—who added him to their friendgroup - yuta moved last year, and he became friends with maki (and then the rest of the group), are him & maki dating? who knows! i don't think they know either LMFAO - there will be more of each character! i just wanted to get quick character intros

A/N: i'll try to have chapter 3 out by this weekend! again sorry if anythings ooc or if my grammer sucks ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི

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Don't mind me, I'm just posting a little something that I had in mind, a continuation of Naoya's and Y/N's many HS adventures :) in other words, their first official Valentine's Day.

warnings: fluff. a tiny small hint of smut, implied by someone else. please read this part first followed by this other one to get the full picture!! and I guess this too.

Happy reading :)

Your first valentine’s day with Naoya—like, the actual one and not the fiasco that transpired last year—is one that has you very excited. And how couldn’t you?! Naoya had been very… enigmatic when preparing you for today.

“Clear out your schedule after school, princess. All the way down to the weekend.”

“Huh? Why?” you ask, feigning ignorance—as if you weren’t waiting for this exact moment since you started dating him. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know, guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

But you couldn’t wait! Not at all! In fact, such was your excitement that you could barely get any sleep— it was a miracle that you managed to get a few hours of rest before eagerly jumping out of bed, getting ready, and subsequently making your way to class while fervently imagining all the surprises Naoya had in store for you.

Well, whatever it was, there was no doubt in your mind that it would be much better than whatever your classmates discussed—glad that you no longer felt out of the conversation, not entirely that is, for you still had to figure out what your boyfriend was planning…

Thankfully, it wouldn’t take long for you to see the first details of his extensive itinerary, much to your eventual embarrassment.

It would begin with the so-called cupid’s mail service, a way for the student council to take advantage of help couples who wished to send gifts to their significant other’s while raising funds for whatever expenses they might have—such as graduation costs, school trips, so on and so forth.

Last year you were undoubtedly upset for not being sent anything throughout the day, so this time around, Naoya made it his personal mission to not let that happen again, under any circumstance!

And what extravagant way to assure so.

“Senseeeeei, can you give us a moment to deliver the mail?”

Teachers were no strangers to the excessive ways enamored students got to be when prompted—however, none of them had experienced a besotted Naoya, an heir with all possibilities within his grasp motivated to impress his beloved.

“Sure, go ahead.” The sensei responded, barely glancing at the mountain of gifts that made him assume they’d be here for a long time and returning to the blackboard; readying whatever subject followed to retake class once they were gone.

However, as soon as he began his attention would be forced back onto the students the moment they collectively gasped, realizing that the gifts didn’t pertain to various senders, no. Only one—and with a sole receiver too: you.

“All this for you, Y/N, how lucky!” Mei Mei says while placing down a large bouquet of red roses on your desk. “To think that last year you didn’t get a single thing until the very end… you truly are one fortunate girl.”

“Is this—is this really all for me?” You murmur, still in disbelief that Naoya had gone above and beyond with his gifts—but isn’t he always like this, though?

“Oh, this is just for the first class, your beloved boyfriend scheduled more for later.”

“Wh—what?” you breathe, turning even redder, comparable to the roses in front of you. Mei Mei chuckles at the curious sight. “M—more?”

“Don’t forget the note.” she says, plucking an envelope from the bouquet and handing it over to you. “Now, say cheese~”

“Huh, what now?” You stammer, then startled by the bright flash of her cellphone, recollecting the so-called proof Naoya demanded of the goods being delivered—he didn’t want to risk being played the same card he applied last year, this was only a necessary request.

“Well, my job here is done. Have a nice Valentine’s Day, Y/N; Naoya sure is expecting you to have one.”

…

…

…

“Need another desk?” The teacher would suggest after seeing you awkwardly trying to continue with your work through all the items cluttering your counter.

“…yes, please.”

And as Mei Mei promised, more gifts came soon after—from expensive boxes of chocolate from brands you’ve never even heard of in your life, to jewelry and other things you once mentioned wanting before: like a new case for your phone, a cute shirt you saw at the mall (with an additional gift card of a exuberant amount in it if you wished more) and of course, all the mochi you could eat.

Everyone around you wouldn’t take long to begin murmuring about your situation, commenting on how they never expected Naoya to be so passionate about his girlfriend—or anything that wasn’t berating others!

Yet, here he was, spoiling you with all things unimaginable, and that was barely to be the tip of the iceberg.

“Well, at least Naoya had the decency to help you move all these things to your dorm” Shoko commented as she watched the group of students Mei Mei ordered to relocate all of your gifts, work. “Don’t think you would’ve been able to do all that by yourself.”

“No, I wouldn’t.” you breathe, still embarrassed by all that transpired. Being the center of attention is something you never handled well, and more often than not, you tried to pass under the radar.

And yet, as much as you disliked it, it was impossible for you to not enjoy it this time around, for it came from something so sweet as your boyfriend wanting to show his ever-growing adoration for you.

“All this is so excessive, Y/N. I can’t help but wonder what you gave him to evoke all this?”

“I don’t recall anything in particular… I just gave him some chocolates I made.” You murmur, Shoko chuckles. “What?”

“It’s ok, no need to act coy with me. I just know you must’ve given it to him real good.”

“Oh. My. God. Shoko!” you gasp, eyes wide as your friend added onto your embarrassment. Just what you needed!

“Ugh, that is so gross.” Satoru would scowl; the only reason why he was around was to check if the rumors were true, see if Naoya had truly become even more unhinged in the name of love. “I would never do anything like that for a woman.”

“Mmm… maybe not for a woman; but what about a man?” Shoko teases, Gojo quickly becomes flustered, doing what many couldn’t: silence him. “That’s what I thought.”

“Whatever… at least I’m not the one being humiliated—look.” Satoru would then nudge to the person standing by the end of the hallway—a nervous Naoya waiting for you while holding another bouquet of flowers, this time purple roses accompanied by a small Gengar plush in the middle; a sight that has you freezing on the spot, overwhelmed by his seemingly endless gestures of appreciation and all those that were to come.

“We’ll leave you two alone.” Shoko says, grabbing Satoru by the arm and pulling him away. “Have fun!”

“Thanks, Shoko.” You murmur before shyly making your way towards your boyfriend, staring at him for a few seconds, finding the right words to say before settling for a simple greeting. “He—Hey, Naoya…”

“Hello, princess.” Naoya manages to say through the tightness of his throat, excited to see you after a long day of schoolwork, and worried that you might’ve not liked his gifts.

That, of course, is something that wouldn’t perturb him much longer after seeing the way you happily received the flowers from his grasp, a wider smile on your lips as you relished their smell and decoration.

“Did you like your gifts?” He asks, placing his arm around your waist and pulling you closer; your heart skips a beat as you lean into him.

“Ye—yeah… I liked all of them.” You admit with a nod. “They were… really nice. Thank you.”

“I wanted to make it up to you, for the shame I put you through last year.”

“Oh, Naoya—don’t say that.” You fret, wanting to leave that in the past. “It was nothing but a misunderstanding…”

“I still made you feel bad, and that is something I will never forgive myself for.”

“Well, if you must know… today succeed all Valentine’s days I’ve ever had.” You happily declare, much to Naoya’s unexpected concern.

“I fear I might’ve shoot myself on the foot, then.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve set the bar too high, I’m not sure if I’ll be capable of surprising you next year.”

“Just spending the day with you is enough for me.” You gently reassure, making Naoya’s heart melt.

“Then I think what I have planned next might be of your liking.”

“Wait, you have more?”

“I did ask you to clear out your schedule for the rest of the week, didn’t I?” Naoya teases,

“Yes…”

He then reaches for his pocket to take out a set of two tickets—the biggest surprise yet.

“I got us a reservation to visit that park you wanted to go to—Disneyland, I believe? From the accommodations to the transportation, I’ve taken care of everything, all my pretty princess needs to do is be ready by—wait, Y/N? Y/N!”

You don’t remember much after that, outside of an overwhelming shock and happiness that deafened and blinded your senses, leading you to assume that you simply… passed out.

[shansrois]

ok imagine being ningguang's younger sister and secretly in a relationship with the runaway kazuha.

this has been in my draft for 2 years now, i just discovered it again and felt like continuing it <3 to remind my stem student self about my affection for literature.

kaedehara kazuha x gn!reader

fluff, i promise

First of all, being Ningguang's sister means she cannot have as much time to bond with you. but she will definitely make up for it with weekly dinners to catch up with each other's lives.

And being Kazuha's lover, knowing the risks of rumors that may spread when they see you both together, you would both rather not expose your relationship into public. But, Beidou might already have knowledge about your situation, but we'll talk about that later.

Whenever you have the chance to see each other, you two will walk around the silent streets of the harbor at night and snuggle beneath a huge tree somewhere faraway from the city. His body and clothes are very soft to touch and to hug. when he you both wake up from the short nap, you just do whatever feels right at the moment.

You could explore more areas ahead and go sight-seeing, or just chat about how you're doing these past few weeks while your head is laid on his shoulders.

When you find some sort of animal like a cat or a dog, Kazuha would 100% call it over to come to your side. Then you will pet them and give them some food you have. He loves cats, he swore to you that when he is able to go back to Inazuma without a stain on his name, he will bring you with him and visit alot of beautiful places and visit his friend's cat. And the grave too 💀

Okay anyways 😊

As sneaky as Kazuha is, he was still busted by the captain, I assume he was caught in a trap that was set by beidou which revealed what he actually does in his freetime. She promised not to tell ningguang though, hopefully she really doesn't yet. But, to be completely honest, you wanted to tell her about your relationship yourself.

So one day, when you had the chance to talk to her during her free time, you couldn't miss out on the opportunity to share this little secret with your beloved sister.

"Sister, it's nice to see you again. The weather is magnificent today, isn't it?"

"Hello to you, too. I have tea and snacks prepared for this afternoon. Do make yourself comfortable."

"Hmmm let's have a very honest conversation sis."

The curiosity in Ningguang's eyes gave you the sign to continue.

"Let's play a game, we take turns in asking each other some questions. If we do not want to answer a question, we take a sip of this drink with 40% alcohol that I bought from Fontaine! How does that sound?"

She thought about it for a few seconds and replied.

"That offer sounds very much like you, very well, I'll have my schedule cleared out for the expected aftermath of this game you have."

"Great! Let's start. You can go first sissy."

"How did you get ahold of this high-class drink in Fontaine?"

"Ahaha I... I asked for help from Beidou. Okay my turn! Do you swing that way?" (HAPPY PRIDE MONTH LOVELY PEOPLE)

"Ah yes, seems like you have caught on to my... preferences. Now I shall ask you this question. Are you... Hiding something from me?"

"Yes. Next question, are you and Beidou a thing?"

She was speechless for a few seconds and suddenly she poured herself a drink.

"What! We were getting to the good part!"

"I refuse to elaborate on that topic. Now. Are you and a certain samurai secretly seeing each other in the shadows?"

"Huhh?! What-how, uh, yeah. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT?"

"Beidou is a little too chatty."

Beidou huh.

"Whatever, but yeah, that was the thing that I wanted to talk with you today. Do you approve of us?"

"Sure, why not. That boy has gentleness and passion flowing into his veins. He's totally your type as well. You have my blessings in whatever your plans are with him."

(will continue once i get more sleep)

[tgmsunmontue]

Season to Taste - 12/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another. Heading into this little world.

PROLOGUE/ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE

TEN ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

                It’s another Christmas with the Gallo family and his Italian is fluent. He can even understand the little kids who can barely talk. The teenagers all want to practice their English with him, which he’s happy to do. He’s helped enough with some of their homework now to really appreciate that English is his first language and he never had to learn all the exceptions to all the rules. He’s stumped so often when they ask him to try and explain obscure things.

                Christmas is a special time, the restaurant is closed and he helps make the traditional biscuits and food, Leandro and Silvia relaxing and drinking and family come to stay and eat together for what seems like endless days of feasting. There are so many people he can’t keep track of who is related to who. There are Leandro’s siblings, his nieces and nephews. His parents, his parents’ siblings and then their kids.

                Then there are Silvia’s parents and fortunately Vi takes pity on him, hooking her arm through his and telling him to just call everyone cousin, or aunt and uncle if they’re old enough to be his parents. It does make it easier, and everyone accepts his continued presence now after a few years, at least no longer the strange American who doesn’t understand them. He does notice, he thinks for the first time, that Leandro and Silvia don’t have any children and he wonders if he can ask. He wants to know but… He sidles up to Vi, she might know.

                “Leandro and Silvia never had kids?”

                She looks between Bradley and over to Silvia who is holding one of the toddlers on her hips, letting them play with the large chunky beads of her necklace.

                “Nope. They couldn’t. Why do you think everyone is happy to have you around?”

                “That sucks. They’d make great parents.”

                “Who says they aren’t, hmm?” Vi asks, and she gives him a look like he’s an idiot and pats his face.

                Well then.

…            …            …

                He’s hot and sweaty, having looked at the tractor and also done some of the truck maintenance. It’s not due to be done until next month, but he won’t be here than and he likes to try and be useful. They have a schedule for things and getting ahead doesn’t hurt, especially when there is a spare pair of hands to help out. He takes the steps up the porch and can hear laughter coming from inside and god, that might not necessarily be a good thing. He’d worried, very briefly, about introducing them and then deserting Leo.

                But it’s not like they’re actually dating, he wouldn’t desert a guy who was actually interested in dating him with his sisters. It’s exactly why they’ve never met anyone, because no one has ever really expressed interest in having anything more with him other than just hooking up. His lifestyle doesn’t exactly lend itself to long-term committed relationships with his deployments pretty much imploding everything before they even start. A little alarmingly these two weeks with Leo might constitute his longest relationship, and it’s only a prolonged hookup.

                He kicks off his boots and hangs up his hat, can hear both Leo and Maria more clearly and they’re talking food and of course he can smell the same smell from the last couple of days. Some lunches and most dinners, same fucking dish. Even sauce can’t save it. He’s desperate for something different. He walks into the kitchen and it’s a little after four, the house nice and cool after the heat of the sun outside. Both Leo and Maria are sitting there with wine glasses and have turned to look at him.

                “Hey…” Leo says, and Jake’s eyebrows raise higher and higher in amusement as Leo blatantly runs his eyes over Jake from his sock clad feet up his legs, over his torso, fixating on what Jake can only assume are his lips. Apparently Leo is a bit of a horny drunk. Maybe.

                “Hi there…Are you getting day drunk with my sister?”

                “We are getting day drunk together! His sauce needed a little bit of sweetness and a touch of acid, so now we’re emptying the bottle!”

                Jake eyes the half-filled bottle and then looks toward the other bench where he spies another empty bottle. He steps closer so he can press a kiss to Leo’s forehead, mainly because he looks like a wobbly kitten wanting to butt heads and Jake’s always been unable to resist cute animals. Then he spies an open recipe book, and he reaches to grab it, about to accuse Leo of cheating and then he sees the photo on the front. The name Bradley Bradshaw embossed in gold, it looks super fancy, and now it makes sense that Maria had recognized him, she’d seen him on the front of one of her recipe books.

                “You wrote a recipe book huh?”

                Leo’s eyes crinkle and he laughs, leaning into Jake’s body and Jake would swear he’s nuzzling him.

                “Yeah. Told you I wouldn’t be much of a chef if I used someone else’s…”

                “Yeah okay, fair point. Nice picture…” Jake says, because it is, Leo all dressed in chef whites and looking serious as he holds a knife over a bunch of peppers like he’s about to behead them. It’s clearly posed but he still looks hot.

                “I was just signing it for Maria…”

                “Was that before or after the first bottle of wine?” Jake asks, and he’s feeling a little… something looking at Leo so comfortable and happy. He looks good. Happy and relaxed and Jake feels the same and it’s… nice, to have someone experiencing a similar thing.

                “Oh, I signed it as soon as I saw it.”

                “Aw, getting all excited about someone having your cookbook huh?” Jake asks and Maria makes a snorting choking sound but uses a hand to wave his concern away. Leo is looking at him like he never wants to stop and Jake wants to look right back. “You ready to hit the road?”

                “Is that what we’re calling it these days?” Maria asks, looking between them and Jake gives her the finger.

                “You need anything?” Jake asks, because there’s no way he’ll leave her needing to do anything, not while she’s this drunk.

                “Nope. Have food… wouldn’t mind the company to eat but I’ll ring Olivia… oh my god. Can you come for dinner Friday night?”

                “What? Why?” Jake asks, suspicious.

                “I wasn’t asking you! Bradley. Can you, will you, come for dinner?”

                “Yeah, I’d love to. What can I bring?”

                “Oh my god. Oh my god. Your flourless chocolate cake. Could you make that?”

                “Wait. Why are you inviting him for dinner?” Jake asks, because it’s two days away and –

                “Don’t you think everyone else would like to meet him?”

                Jake tries to convey shut up shut up shut up with both his brain and eyes, but Maria is looking a little manic and Leo doesn’t seem worried at all but also Leo has likely drunk a bottle of wine. Because no, he doesn’t see why everyone needs to suddenly meet the guy he’s fucking.

                “I don’t know, why do they need to meet him?”

                “We always like meeting your friends Jake. You never bring anyone home…”

                “Actually, I’ve got a meeting on Friday…” Leo says, and Jake looks at him, and he’s suddenly looking a lot more sober, not as soft and shit, he wonders if Maria inviting him to meet the entire family has made him uncomfortable. Uncomfortable enough to be making up excuses and meetings. “The guy from the food truck. Rickard. He’s going to show me how he makes his salsa verde.”

                “Oh.” Not made up then. He’s still mourning horny-drunk Leo though.

                “You’re seeing Rickard on Friday?” Maria asks.

                “You know him?”

                “Everyone knows everyone around here. I’ve got a delivery planned for him tomorrow, if Jake has done his job properly.” Jake rolls his eyes. Of course he fucking has. He might be years out from living and working the farm, but he hasn’t forgotten how to harvest or direct the machines or other workers.

                “He gets his ingredients from you?”

                “Well, we’re certainly not going to get through that many jalapeños! We provide to several places.”

                They’re throwing back the last of the wine in their glasses and Jake feels bad at unintentionally calling a halt to their session, because they’ve obviously enjoyed each other’s company. But he doesn’t know how to make things back to the way they were, when they were laughing and Leo was looking at him with dark eyes filled with promise. Ah well, too late now.

                “Come on, lucky I don’t drink on the job and can drive us back.”

                Maria trails after them, thumbs flying over her phone and he fully expects that his sister’s group chat is lighting up. He should be glad he’s not part of it, but he does wonder what she’s saying. His own phone vibrates in his pocket and oh, maybe she’s got some choice words to say to him then and he’s got it all wrong. He keeps quiet while Leo thanks Maria for her help, and she replies and tells him anytime and it sounds like she genuinely means it, which makes him feel worse about ruining the dinner invite, except Maria is reiterating the dinner invite, and apparently her and Leo have exchanged numbers. What the fuck. Jake can apparently stay away if he doesn’t want to come. Leo says he’ll think about it, she rolls her eyes, mutters oblivious, seriously and that for some reason makes Leo crack a smile. He really wants to check his phone but holds off, waves goodbye to Maria and walks with Leo to the truck. Maria is standing there waiting for them to drive off so she can wave, but Jake shoos her away and she throws her hands up but goes back inside the house.

                “You okay?”

                “Yeah. Fine. Why?”

                “Just seem a little quiet,” Jake observes, and he could start the engine, fill the silence with something but he wants to… fix this.

                “Yeah. Sorry. I just… I didn’t mean to overstep. Kind of muscle in on your family time…”

                “What are you talking about?”

                “Hanging out with Maria, getting invited to dinner…”

                Jake turns and look at Leo, confused and a little bewildered.

                “Leo. You… shit. You aren’t stepping on toes. I thought you and my sister would get on, and I was right. And I made you hang out with my sister, and my sister invited you to dinner. I just… I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or, I don’t know, obligated, to meet my family because we’re” he waves his hands between them “…hooking up.”

                “What if it was more than hooking up?”

                “What?”

                “I know it’s only been a few days. Shit. It has only been a few days, but…” he sucks in a breath. “I really like you.”

                Jake stares at him, because this is madness. Leo lives in New York, Jake lives wherever the US Navy sends him and comes home to Thompsonville when he can.

                “So, what? You think we can date each other for the next ten days?”

                “I think that would be a good start…”

                “And when you go home, and I’m deployed, how exactly do you see a… relationship working between us?”

                “Like we’d savor every second we have together, and use technology to stay in touch and… at least try.”

                Jake blinks and shakes his head.

                “That’s insane…”

                “Maybe. But… Look. I grew up a Navy brat. I know how deployments work and how hard they can be on relationships. Trust me. My job isn’t easy either. I work fucking odd hours, travel a lot and get grumpy even more often. You’ve got the vacation version of me, not the stressed-out workaholic version…”

                Jake raises an eyebrow, because he cannot imagine Leo getting stressed out, or even grumpy. His little disgruntled expression when something isn’t tasting quite right is cute, not grumpy, but he trusts that Leo knows what he’s talking about.

                “You’re serious…”

                “Yeah. And don’t think I don’t know how crazy and potentially stupid this could all be… but I kind of feel like I’ve got nothing to lose, right?”

                “And everything to gain,” Jake says, because it’s a common turn of phrase but as soon as it slips out Leo is shifting and reaching over the gear stick to kiss him.

                “Exactly.”

THIRTEEN

[nochukoo97]

p.s. i love you (1)

pairing: doctor!jungkook x doctor!oc

summary: you’ve been tasked to a young toddler as a patient with jungkook, the both of you grow fond of the child, loving and caring for her like she was your own. yet when things take a huge turn and takes everyone by surprise, jungkook is there to catch you.

warnings: angst, comfort, mentions of death, but not oc or jk 🙃

word count: 3k+

p.s. i love you masterlist!

snippet of the chapter:

Jungkook pushes the hair out of your face and wipes the tear rolling down your cheek.

Your stomach does a flip.

“I hate to see you so upset, wish I knew how to make you feel better, hmm?”

It’s busy in the hospital at the moment as many patients are being admitted, you find your schedule more and more packed with various patients. Meanwhile, your eyebags are getting heavier and darker, your meal times have been cut short, and you practically now live at the hospital from how long you stay here every day.

“___ I have a new patient for you,” Your head of department is briefing the team, assigning them specific patients to give specific care to, those in the ICU. You pray that you aren’t being assigned to another creepy pedophile, out of your history of patients, these weren’t the most ideal to work with.

“You’ll be working with Dr. Jeon, you two have to watch over Yeseo, she’s 4 years old with stage 3 cancer, and her parents are not available to be with her all the time as they are financially unstable and need to work constantly in order to keep up with the hospital bills and treatments.”

“I hope the both of you take the time to bond with the child and watch carefully over her, her parents have trusted us to ensure she’s happy and safe.”

You nod calmly, but your heart is going to rip out of your chest.

You’ve just been assigned to your long term crush who has a full sleeve of tattoos and rides a Harley Davidson.

You tell yourself to stay focused on what is important, it’s the toddler with a detrimental illness, not your stupid crush.

You see Jungkook, who’s sitting a few chairs away from you, turn to face you. But you look straight ahead because if you even dare to move your gaze towards him, you’d just lose all control.

When the briefing is over, you pack your stuff up to rush to your desk, but an arm grabs you to halt you in your steps as you whip around.

Jeon Jungkook.

Shit.

“___ I’m aware we’re scheduled for 3pm later to visit Yeseo, but I have a clashing appointment with my new patient so I’ll be a little late, I apologise in advance,”

He has an apologetic smile on his face that makes you want to forgive him for anything, it makes you want to tell him that he can not show up at all and you would still forgive him.

___ you’re at work. Focus.

You’re really trying your best to ignore the fact that you have a massive fucking crush on him, trying to stay professional. But it’s hard.

————————————————————————

“Hi Yeseo, I’m ___ and I’ll be taking care of you with another nice doctor okay?” You use your baby voice that normally works when introducing yourself to young children, but it seems like she’s a little different.

She’s timid as she hides under the blanket, only her eyes popping out to stare at you.

You watch as her hands clutch onto the blanket tightly.

Poor thing, she must be tired and overwhelmed with the amount of therapy and treatment she has to go through, without her parents around.

“Do you like puppies?”

She nods softly, eyes lighting up at the question but still hiding under the comfort of her blanket.

“Well, Dr Jeon has a puppy and maybe I can get him to show you the very very cute puppy later okay?” You give her a big smile, trying your hardest to crack through her shell.

“Did I hear my name?”

Geez. Your heart drops as the familiar deep voice rings from the door of the room.

Jungkook comes in with his warm smile and you watch as his lips curve upwards, you want to kiss-

You seriously need to stop and control yourself.

“Puppy?” There’s a small delicate voice that comes from the girl hiding further under the blanket, probably from having a new face enter into the room.

“Ahh, did my partner tell you about my puppy? Wanna take a look?” Jungkook pulls the other chair towards the bed next to you as he pulls out his phone.

You sincerely hope he cannot hear your heart thudding in your chest from the way he said “my partner”.

But you remind yourself that he meant it as work colleagues.

You watch in endearment as Jungkook shows Yeseo short clips of his dog, Bam, which he had once brought to the hospital to show another young child who loved dogs.

You and Jungkook finish off the day with checking her vitals and preparing her for her treatment tomorrow, and when you close the door to the room, you sigh in satisfaction. Finally, after almost a ten hour shift, you get to relax.

“Thanks for today,” Jungkook snaps you out of your daze.

“Hmm? For what?” You frown, confused.

“Being such a good partner, I’m glad we got paired up together, you work so well with young kids it’s admirable, and I think we had a good start with her today thanks to you,”

He’s making you go insane at this point, you just hope he cannot see your ears turning a bright shade of red.

“You’re surprisingly good with them too, I think Yeseo will like you more because you have Bam,” You tease him, nudging his shoulder.

It’s really muscular.

“We’ll see about that,” He chuckles at your words.

————————————————————————

You rub at your temples and sigh, the elderly patient who was just admitted into the ICU for having high blood pressure and almost going into a heart attack is not cooperating.

She had been refusing to accept treatment from anyone, no matter how much convincing you and your doctors had tried.

“I don’t need this,” She's grumbling as her forehead wrinkles from frowning, “I am not sick and I don’t need treatment,”

“But Miss, You are in critical condition and I really advice you take the treatments-“

She cuts you off again, stubbornly rejecting you for the millionth time.

“Hey, I’m gonna take a breather outside,” You inform the other nurse in the room as she gives you a nod and a sympathetic smile.

Being a doctor wasn’t an easy job, but it was really rewarding seeing patients improve in their conditions and happily get discharged. Even though there were definitely some cases that made your head hurt, like today, you often tried to tell yourself not to give up.

It’s really hard when your head was throbbing and you were surviving on two hours of sleep. To add onto that you were on a schedule that ended at 10pm tonight.

You don’t notice Jungkook standing a distance away, distracted from the conversation he was having with one of the nurses. He watches your huffing and tired state, gaze softening as he calls Hoseok from his desk.

“Hey, Dr Jeon called me to take over you, why don’t you go and take a break before your next appointment, I think I’ll take over from here,”

Hoseok takes you by surprise as he approaches you, taking the clipboard of the old lady’s documents from your hand and opening the door.

“Thanks,” You called out before the door closed.

You look around to find how on earth Jungkook knew what you were doing, meeting his soft gaze as he mouths, “Take a break,”

You smile at him, mouthing back a “thank you” as you walk back to your office

————————————————————————

You’re back in the hospital two weeks after Yeseo had been admitted into the ICU, she had been in and out, her conditions were not very stable, yet she did show some signs of improving.

“Yeseo, I really need you to try and eat this okay? It’s really yummy and it’ll make you strong!”

You’re trying your best to persuade the 4 year old to eat some food. She had been refusing to be fed for the past 24hours and you’re desperate to get something in the toddler’s stomach.

She crosses her arms and pouts, spitting out a cute but fiesty “No,”

Jungkook, who’s sitting on the chair next to you, takes the spoon of porridge from you as he inches closer to the pouting toddler,

“Here comes the airplane~”

You almost sneer at the way his voice raises two octaves and how the spoon in his hands swerve around Yeseo’s face.

“Open wide!” The spoon in Jungkook’s hand nears her mouth, but she seals her mouth shut as he sighs at the failed attempt.

You let Jungkook figure out another way to convince the poor toddler to eat, or else it’s the IV drip that’s next.

“Yeseo, if we cannot feed you this food, do you know what Doctor Jeon will have to do?” He puts down the spoon and questions her.

The toddler shakes her head as she peers curiously, waiting for the answer.

“We will have to put another tube in you! Remember how you didn’t like the other tubes when we did your treatment?“

Jungkook tries to explain the IV drip to the four year old toddler in the simplest way for her to understand

But his tactic seems to work almost too well when Yeseo starts to tear up, her lips wobbling as she shakes her head.

“Don’t want! No tube!” She wails, the tears beginning to stroll down her cheeks.

“Okay, okay, we won’t put the tube if you help us to eat some of this yummy porridge okay?” You tell her, carrying her into your lap, as the toddler burying her face into your chest and sniffs.

“No tube?” Yeseo asks, looking at Jungkook for confirmation.

“Yes, no tube I promise, so now be a good girl and eat this for us okay?” Jungkook confirms.

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After feeding Yeseo, Jungkook walks over to check on her results from the recent tests she had undergone.

“Seems like she’s doing a little better,” Jungkook informs you

You smile at that, “That’s amazing,”

“Sleepy,” The toddler on your lap yawns, clinging onto your shirt to get your attention.

You check the time, realising it’s a little past her usual naptime.

“Okay, let’s go to sleep okay? Then we’ll be back tomorrow to play with you again!” Jungkook takes her from your lap, tucking her into the sheets.

She nods, eyes half shut as she waves at the both of you, an adorable habit she developed whenever she was going to fall asleep.

You smile at her actions, “And your mummy and daddy will be here to see you when you wake up, so make sure you sleep well now!”

She’s a little more excited to sleep as she forcefully shuts her eyes, making the both of you laugh.

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The last thing you expected was for you to walk into the office today, ready for work with a good eight hours of sleep, only to walk into a room that was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Your head of department nodded for you to take a seat, you glanced over to Jungkook and he had this look on his face telling you something wasn't well.

“What happened? Is it Yeseo?” You’re panicking, thinking she’s back in the ICU after being out of it for a few days.

“Don’t tell me her cancer has progressed,” Your voice wobbles a little, afraid that after her condition seemed to be improving, there was a chance it could have slipped again.

“Yeseo’s parents are here ___, they wanted to tell you and the rest of the doctors something,”

That’s not a good sign.

Yeseo’s vitals and conditions had been going up and down recently, but with your analysis from you and Jungkook’s visit, she had been doing a little better.

You didn’t want to even think about what was about to happen next.

“I just want to thank you all, specifically Dr Jeon and ____ for taking such good care of Yeseo, as well as the other doctors who often came in to check up on her,” Her father speaks up

You gulp

“We are extremely grateful for the love and care you brought to her, and whenever we visit her, she always mentioned how you all showered her with so much love,” Her mum continues

A silent tear rolls down your cheek.

You know what’s about to happen.

“Unfortunately, Yeseo left us this morning, but when we came over last night to visit her, we talked to her,“

“She somehow seemed to know her time was up soon-”

Her mum begins to burst into tears before she can complete her sentence.

You do the same.

You run up to her mum, embracing her tightly.

“I’m so so so sorry,” You sob as you hug her mum, tears roll down your cheeks as you gasp for air, shocked from the news that took you aback the moment you walked into the room.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t save her, I wish I could have done more to help, I’m terribly sorry,” You’re apologising over and over again,

Her mum shakes her head as she lovingly wipes the tears from your face, even though more begins to pour down.

Jungkook’s eyes turn red from the amount of heavy emotion in the room, watching as you cry in her mum’s embrace.

“It isn’t your fault at all dear, in fact, I couldn’t thank you enough for being there for her in her last moments,” Her mum tears with a smile on her face,

With more hugs and comforting, her parents leave teary-eyed, but with a smile, thanking everyone in the unit for all their help.

Jungkook wants to approach you to comfort you while you still cry as you walk out of the room.

But he has to control his own tears from spilling out.

He doesn’t make it in time to approach you before you hide in the comfort of your office.

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You haven’t been this affected by a death ever since your first dog had passed away.

You can’t seem to stop the tears flowing as you somehow feel regret.

Even though you know that whenever you serve a patient, there is never a 100% chance that they make it out, and it was something all the doctors had to train themselves mentally for. Most of the time you manage to comfort yourself and others, acknowledging how everyone did their best to help, and that was all that matters, no matter the outcome.

But with how close you grew with Yeseo and the determination you felt to make her better, the piece of news today overwhelmed your feelings.

It felt as if you had lost a child, a loved one who you cared for so much and nurtured.

It hurt you so bad to suddenly have her presence gone, to have to accept you would no longer have any more appointments with her.

There’s a knock on your office door that interrupts your crying.

“___?”

It’s Jungkook. You recognise his voice immediately.

“I’m coming in okay?”

You hurriedly wipe your tears, catching your breath as you pretend to look down at the documents on your table.

At the corner of your eye, you see Jungkook pull the chair across your desk next to you, head lowering slightly to attempt to look at you.

“How are you processing the information?” He questions, his voice soft yet filled with hesitation.

You shrug, not trusting your voice to answer the man.

“I know it’s hard, I’ve seen you grow so much with her and I have too, it’s sad but it’s a reality that we have as doctors, you never know who you can save and who you can’t”

Another tear rolls down your cheek

Jungkook pushes a hair out of your face and wipes the tear rolling down.

Your stomach does a flip.

“I hate to see you so upset, wish I knew how to make you feel better, hmm?”

His words take you by surprise, but you suppress your reaction to that.

“Don’t say it like that, you’re messing with me,” You whisper, peering up at him through your red bloodshot eyes.

He raises an eyebrow at you, “How am I messing with you baby?”

You stiffen at the pet name.

Jungkook’s quiet for a second, he silently cusses at himself for letting it slip.

“Come here,” He calls you.

You look up to him as he has his arms open, signalling for you to come closer to him.

You’re reluctant to let yourself do so, your heart thumping in your chest from the intimacy he’s about to make you experience.

He’s playing around with your feelings too much.

“Come on, I don’t bite,” Jungkook teases you, as you laugh, playfully smacking his arm, already feeling better with his presence.

You’re grateful for Jungkook’s muscular arms bringing you into a hug.

It makes you feel a little better knowing he’s here to comfort you.

[nerdieforpedro]

A Cowboy in the Bar

Chapter One of Honey and Sugarplum

Jack Daniels x Maeve (black OFC)

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: Maeve meets two men: one is a gentleman and one is not.

Word Count: about 1.7k (give or take)

Warnings: well-meaning friends and family, a possible mid-life crisis? or introspection? It's got a name I don't know, bad jokes,

Notes: I think I'm up to three chapters on AO3 so I promised myself that I would go ahead and start posting this one. It will be on the short side so maybe five to six chapters total? Or maybe not. We'll see, but these two are hilarious (I'm biased though.)

My Main Masterlist/ Jack Daniels Masterlist/ AO3 Link

Life is comfortable and Maeve was content. She went to work four days a week, ten-hour days and relaxed in the evenings with books, TV or video games. On the weekends she would get groceries and gas when she needed, maybe a brunch with friends when they were able to coordinate their schedules once a month. One of her friends Maria had a four-year-old son and a two-year-old girl that she would babysit from time to time when she went out with her husband James. He seems to be a nice guy, easy on the eyes, but there always seemed something shifty about him. Maeve only spoke to him when she went to the house to watch the kids, Maria loved him to bits so all is well she guesses.

“You’ll find your love one day Mae.”

“Why don’t you try going out with us sometime?”

“Are you on the dating apps?”

“You have to make yourself available.”

“There’s no perfect men. You just gotta work with what’s out there.”

“You’re not getting any younger.”

“One day you’ll meet the right man for you.”

“He’ll love you no matter what, you’ll need to support each other.”

Things all Maeve had heard over the years but have never cared about. She had dated sure, but between toxic relationships and just being bored with sex. Apparently, she’s doing it wrong and clearly she was, so in her late 20’s she stopped dating and having sex. It was nice, she didn’t worry about meeting men or her better half. Sometimes she wore sweats, other times, jeans, if she was really feeling fancy, one her favorite sundresses. Maeve was in her mid-30’s now and was content. The only children she saw were her friends’ kids. People also mentioned that too, that her uterus was going to be geriatric soon and she needed to go ahead and start on it if she wanted kids. She used to just either ignore the comment or say she didn’t want them, which was true, but people usually pressed on. They shut up when Maeve asked them, who she was going to have them with and who’s going to help with childcare for when she has to go back to work because she then won’t be able to watch their children and hers. She’d be preoccupied. Annoying people became quiet then.

A Saturday brunch that leads to mani-pedis and dinner with drinks, soft blues played in the background, Maeve nursed her lemon drop, sipping it slowly as she watched two of her friends dance in the middle of the bar. She was chatting with her friend as they drank their great tea lemon drops, two men came up to them. Her friend went to dance with the taller bald gentleman while the second man tried to chat Maeve up, he complimented her, asked her about her drink and asked her to dance, and if she didn’t want to, he had a hotel room down the street. She sighed, she declined, telling him that she was out with her friends and not in the mood. He, instead of accepting no, started in on how she should be glad that he was even talking to her given that she barely fit on the barstool and that she was probably too old to have kids and wouldn’t know how to please a man anyway. Maeve chuckled, she agreed with him and since she couldn’t do any of what he was talking about, he would have a better night if he left her alone. The man scoffed and walked toward the bathroom.

“Maybe he’s going to take an angry shit.” The woman made herself laugh, having dealt with his kind for years, she heard another laugh two stools down. A man with a large tan cowboy hat on, gold sunglasses; he had a full mustache that dances on his upper lip. His denim shirt and pants masked his broad shoulders and chest, the sleeves were rolled up exposing his forearms and a watch on his left wrist. It appeared like he had some sturdy thighs under those jeans. His entire face seemed to smile, he removed his sunglasses and put them in his shirt pocket, his brown eyes danced with the low smokey lights.

“With his attitude, he needs to take an angry shit.” The bartender poured Maeve another lemon drop, she told him to pour the guy at the end another glass of whatever he was drinking. She tipped her glass toward the man in the hat and smiled. She might be a little drunk, he seemed interesting. That was good. Most men seemed boring, like floating talking heads, sometimes they smelled like old spice. “Name’s Jack, what’s yours sugarplum?” The man’s accent dripped like golden honey on a fresh biscuit that just came out the oven, sticky and warm. It made her lick lips, tasting the lemon on them and her frowning slightly. Wrong flavor, I need more honey.

“My name’s Maeve. You local or from out of town?” She asked, there was no point in getting too into this man and he lives four states away or in a different country. The man grinned and got up from his seat, he walked over to the stool next to Penelope, settling on the stool next to her.

“If I say I am, will you have reason to talk to me sugarplum?” Jack chuckled and brushed the back of his hand to hers, trying to gauge if she was alright with touch. Her hand did not move, she gazed up at him and smiled, wiping the water off her hand before making a circle on the back of his hand with her finger.

“I’d rather spend my time talking to someone I’ll see again rather than someone who will go and I’ll never hear from them again honey.” She replied, but her eyes widened when she realized she called him a pet name. It’s not…too weird, right? She did not have a sexy accent like him so it might be. Jack’s eyebrows raised as his grinned, lightly bumping his shoulder to hers.

“Well now that we’ve given each other pet names, maybe we should see to some contact info so we can keep in touch Miss Maeve, you’re not taken, are you?” Jack asked, he took out his phone but didn’t unlock it. Maeve watched and sipped her drink with her other hand. Her legs didn’t quite reach the rung on the barstool for her feet, so she just crossed her ankles, that voice of his saying her name. It could have very well been a decade since she felt this horny for a man, a small spot was forming in her panties.

“Don’t worry I am not. It seems to bother people that I’m not. I used to feel some type of way about it, but now I’m not bothered. I start asking the people who ask me questions and they get really uncomfortable. You spoken for cowboy? I’m not gonna have a woman named Miss Kitty coming after me, am I?” Half serious, she leaned closer to him, so their shoulders touched again, the cowboy chuckled, starting to tap his foot on the floor, he was getting a bit riled up.

“No, no. Only lady in my life is Lady Luck and I think she’s looking out for me tonight.” Jack’s hand left the bar and ran up Maeve’s arm, landing on her shoulder as he stood and leaned into her ear. “You wanna save a horse and ride a cowboy darlin’? It don’t have to be tonight. I can work you into it slowly.” Jack kissed her cheek and leaned back. Holding her hand out, Jack unlocked his phone and handed it to Maeve and she entered her number. She chuckled and gave him his phone back.

”I might be temped to try you for a ride Jack. Let’s at least have more than one drink. How’s a meal sound? Which one is your favorite?” His new sugarplum replied, her hand found itself on his chest. He felt solid. Good, he might be able to get through a ride or two. The cowboy’s pearly whites were on full display while he used one hand to send a text to her number. She’d saved herself under the nickname ‘sugarplum .’ 

“I enjoy many a meal. A real man ain’t picky darlin’. However, I know a good brunch place that has good food and good drinks. Think we might make an afternoon of it?”

”Asking for so much of my time already? You think you’ll keep me interested that long?”

”Sugarplum, I think the real question ya should be askin’ yourself,” Jack had the nerve to move his hand from her shoulder to her hip, squeezing it and whistling when he felt how supple her flesh was as he jiggle it, “Are you going to let me dine on a particular meal I’m looking for?” A second kiss was placed on her cheek and he was pulling back his hand, but Maeve placed it back.

”I might. You’ll need to work me into it like you said Jack. Mind if we talk more first?”

”Sure sweetheart.”

The entire scene played out before Maeve’s friends and they were certain everyone was having the same seizure. This is the same woman that insults every man who tried to talk to her. They wondered if it might be the cowboy hat or the denim. They could not figure it out and the questions began once Jack walked Maeve to her car. Her only answer was: “I think I became a different woman for a few hours while talking to that man. We just chatted at the bar the entire time. He just made me feel safe and not defensive. That’s what I know.” A couple friends nodded and a few others were still very confused.

Neither Maeve nor Jack were worried about it, he was going to pick her up in two days for brunch. Turns out, brunch became dinner and breakfast the next day. They didn’t get up to what people thought they might have. Jack was a gentleman and Maeve’s guard was still up. It was slowly coming down though.

Jack did have a surprise for her though after a month, a weekend trip to his ranch.

Peeps up for a weekend trip: @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @readingiskeepingmegoing @jessthebaker @yorksgirl

@morallyinept @lady-bess @avastrasposts @baronessvonglitter @professionalpromqueen

@magpiepills @westside-rot @djarinmuse @tinytinymenace @maggiemayhemnj

@sunshinehaze1 @movievillainess721 @inept-the-magnificent @rav3n-pascal22 @tuquoquebrute

[devildom-moss]

OH SHIT I FORGOT THEY OPENED YESTERDAY!! If you are keeping them open another day, how about "Jealousy" (SFW) with Lucifer and m!MC? Possibly in the same sort of timeline as the marriage one just so he gets to call him his fiance.

Hope this is to your liking, anon!

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Lucifer x m!MC)

Prompt 2 - Jealousy

First, you went shopping with Solomon of all silver-haired, shady bastards. Then, you spent your lunch playing games with his brothers. Then, Diavolo had the nerve to pat you on the head for getting your report in ahead of schedule – which was not only uncalled for, but completely self-indulgent and rude when Diavolo knew better than to touch what didn’t belong to him. Now, some lesser demon was approaching you on your walk home – the only time Lucifer had gotten you alone all day – to give you a present, claiming to be a part of the “Demons for Humans: MC Fanclub.” Now, Lucifer wasn’t convinced that such a club didn’t exist, nor was he a stranger to fanclubs or random admirers coming up to him with offerings, but this was you who was getting extra attention, and Lucifer had used up all the tolerance he had to spare.

“You’re just so cool, and I’ve really come to appreciate humans since you came to the Devildom. I wanted to thank you for all of that, so please accept this!” The lesser demon thrusted the present out towards you, bowing his head in embarrassment and respect.

You took the gift from him with a smile. “Thank you. That’s so sweet.”

By then, a dark aura had engulfed Lucifer and all the light had drained from his eyes. When the lesser demon looked up, he noticed and yelped. He was ready to run in the opposite direction when Lucifer placed a firm hand on the lesser demon’s shoulder, careful not to crack the weakling’s bones in your presence. Lucifer cleared his throat before he spoke in a calm tone, laced with homicidal intent, “Yes. Thank you so much for supporting MC. He’s certainly deserving of all that praise. However, I would request that you not make it a habit to give gifts to my fiancé.”

“I-I had no idea you were engaged. Congratulations, sir – Lord Lucifer. I wish you a happy marriage,” the demon replied skittishly.

Appeased by his fear, Lucifer smiled and let go of the lesser demon. “Thank you.”

The demon ran away, quickly disappearing down the nearest busy street. You turned to glare at Lucifer.

“Seriously? He was just being nice.” Your glare didn’t lighten up.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Lucifer huffed.

“What’s up with you?”

“I’ll tell you when we get home, just,” Lucifer grabbed your hand and started down the street towards the House of Lamentation, “don’t look so mad.”

You sighed and waited patiently until Lucifer had dragged you all the way back to his room and finally released your hand. Before you could open your mouth, Lucifer spoke up, “Can you sit down on the bed for a minute?”

Annoyed, you sat down at the edge of the bed. “Okay, now are you going to tell me what your problem is?”

Lucifer wormed his way onto your lap, surprising you as he adjusted himself until he was practically curled up against your chest. You were too stunned by the sudden soft gesture that your annoyance began to melt. Despite being such a large demon, Lucifer tucked his head under your chin. With that, any anger you held onto disappeared, and you held him tight, stroking his soft hair with one hand.

“You’re my fiancé,” Lucifer mumbled just above a whisper.

“I am. And you’re mine. You don’t see me terrifying your fans.”

“I don’t have to explain why that happened.” You could tell from his tone that he was pouting.

“I know, but I’d like you to. For your soon-to-be husband?” You cooed and kissed the top of his head.

“I got jealous. I get mad that I have to share you, and the first time I get you alone all day, that random demon. . .” Lucifer huffed. “I’m sorry.”

“You know, if you need attention, you can just ask. Even if it’s embarrassing, ask and you shall receive, my sweet, angry, jealous baby boy.”

“Then can you keep holding me for a while?” Lucifer wrapped his arms around you and clung to your body.

“Oh? Did you think you had the option to leave? Not happening. I have you in my arms, and I’m not letting you go.”

A/N: requests are still open for the rest of today if anyone else wants to enter. (rules here) I probably won't get to all of the SFW requests, but I may be able to finish them up tomorrow or the day after.

[ilovefoodandslasherswithmasks]

So I had an idee for a cute Eddie x reader ff, and I had to write it, so I'm sorry the requests haven't really been doing it for me. But I promise I'll do my best to write and post those next♡ I just really, really needed to write this. This will also be a series in the future. Less likely to be spicy I think I'll keep this one wholesome 🦦

Reader is described as feminine. But if you want just imagine something different, like different clothes etc. Ummm basically strangers to friends to enemies to friends.

Y/n used a few times and will be used in the next parts as well.

More to come. There's some slight angst but mostly it's quite cute. Also some inappropriate thinking and actions of side characters. But nothing to triggering.

Lab Partners.

Experiment: crush or love?

Coming to Hawkins was weird.

You weren't only a very unique person, but your style differed from most people.

Not only that, you weren't a rude person, not a popular girl or smth like that.

Both nice or rude when you thought was fitting, first approach was always nice and gentle. If someone didn't deserve it you made all hell break lose.

Walking into high school was weird.

Glances from the shadows, the quiet kids hoping you'd be taking their place as a punching bag.

Jocks and other group of guys, showing zero shame checking you out.

Wearing a low waist pair of jeans, a slightly cropped, long sleeve shirt. Your hair styled the way you enjoyed. Not the type to go for those trends like the perm.

Walking past a group of metal heads who punched eachothers arms when you skilled gently. Typical honestly. Cute but basic.

Making your way to the head teachers office, who by the way, was a friend of your parents, much to your dismay cause he'd give you 'special attention' for the next year.

Huffing in exhaustion when you left his office with your schedule, locker number and all the shit you needed to survive around here.

"Old freak.." you mumbled as you looked for your locker.

Lost. Honestly so lost. How could a locker be so hard to find? Yeah well apparently these lockers had no numbers on them.

"Greattt" you say staring at the lockers on the wall.

"Where the hell is number 69....seriously he gave me 69? Out of all the lockers he gives me the one locker that will give me more unwanted attention?" You grumble as you walk down the hall, decided to leave the locker for later and to try to find your first class. Fucking science...

A groan left you when you walked straight into the wrong hallway.

"Oh come on!" You loudly exclaim turning to walk the other way to come face to face with some curly headed guy. Shit was he hot?

"Uhm....you new huh?" He asked. Did his voice have a rasp?

"Uh yeah can't find science class....or my locker..or the girls toilets to escape through the window." You say. Soon feeling embarrassed about the words you let out. You could've flirted but noooo.

"Mh well I'm headed for science....maybe I can help you with the locker problem..but the girls- well the toilets Don't got windows..so your great escape won't happen" he said playing with a strand of hair, his arms slightly folded over his chest as he stared and started to tug at his bottom lip after dropping the hair....gosh..

"Thanks" you say as he walks ahead. You follow silently. Seriously you couldn't get the guts you usually had to ask him questions? Not even his name.

You sigh as you step into the class he fond a seat as did you seated at the free tables. Next to you was an empty chair. Which would probably stay empty.

You could hear the whispers and whistles when you sat down. The teacher came in, a women. Cool.

"Hello Class I'm Miss Newcas. I'm your science teacher for the year. First I'd like to ask you all to find a lab partner for today's lesson!"

Great, great fucking great. You probably won't find a lab mate. All people started to bustle around. You thought no one would wanna sit with you the way they seemed to do with the cute guy...but the jocks started to shove eachother trying to get the seat next to you. Right. See how easy the new girl is and who gets her first. Great.

At that thought you grab your bag and books and make your way to the curly heads table, casually sitting down next to him the entire class falling silent.

You could feel him stare at you as you placed your books down, zipping your bag up to grab your pencil case.

You sat back up straight, turning to him finally smiling brightly.

"Ohh right the names Y/n" with a gentle smile and a little tug of hair behind your ear he introduced himself back faintly and quietly.

"Eddie.."

"Mh nice to get to be your lab partner today Eddie"

A few hushed whispers about how being around him would be your doom reached your ears but you didn't care.

Miss Newcas was busy writing something down.

"Okay, so I know some of you didn't get to partner with who you wanted to. And I lied. Your Lab mate will stay your lab mate for the rest of the year. And before you try to change seats or something I'll have you know I wrote down your names and who you're seated with..oh new girl I need your name."

She said gently, she was sweet but you just knew she could be a pain. Or so the rest of the students here felt like that about her.

"It's Y/n" you almost grew anxious when a guy moaned your name. Obviously the people here, well the boys, were the same as in every school.

"Okay. Nice to meet you! I hope you find yourself to enjoy coming to school here."

"Thanks." Not wanting to engage to much with her knowing it would make you the teachers pet right away. First day, no need for that.

When Miss Newcas vanished for a second you felt a gentle nudge from your lab mate.

"You really shouldn't be my lab Partner..trust me, no good comes from it"

"Why?"

"I'm not called Eddie the freak for nothing."

"Ohhh so people like to pick on you? Okay so what does that have to do with me wanting to be your lab partner? You've been nice to me right away."

"That's not-"

"Hey Y/n!" One of the jocks called from the back.

"If you want a good time The Freak ain't the one to go to!" You smiled sweetly at him as you turn to look at the guy.

"Oh yeah? I'm already having a better time talking to him than I do with you after just one sentence. I feel rather disgusted by your voice!" You say all cheery which gains a lot of surprised gasps and also some giggles from the rest of the class. It wasn't usual for someone to stand up or straight up reject and humble one of the popular people.

"Frankly 'the freak' turns out to be nicer than you even though I only talked so little to him.

I suppose you really are who you hang out with"

With that you turn back to Eddie, about to ask him more about him but a metal plate with a frog is placed infront of you. Which makes you tense..you thought this shit was only for the younger kids to do?

"So today you'll be dissecting a frog and then you and your lab partner will write down the words on the lines. Like where's the heart and all. We're gonna do this so I see what level you're on."

You take a deep breath as you started to bounce your right leg. Nervous, the teacher started to hand out the scalpels. One per table..and she gave it to you.

"The person I handed the scalpel to has to be the one to open the frog. The other one then gets to find the organs and say where each is. The one who cut the frog will write down the words on the lines. "

Your hand tremble as you looked at the frog, you're not made for this shit! You didn't care about gore in movies..but this shit. Nuh uh.

"You okay?" Eddie asked gently looking at you playing with the pick around his neck.

"Yeah..just this goes against what I believe in-"

"What?"

"I'm sorry that was a lie I'm just..I can't do this"

You could hear the teacher say the directions on how to place the scalpel and how deep to cut. Also told a lot of students to use the gloves that she handed out for a reason.

You placed the scalpel down grabbing the gloves and pulling them on. Stretching your fingers before picking up the blade again. Breathing coming to a stop as you held it over the frog.

"I can't...fuck.."

You flinch when his right hand wraps itself around yours. Your head whips to look at Eddie who gently looks at you.

"Close your eyes..keep them closed till I tell you to open them" usually you found it hard to trust but for some reason, you trusted this stranger. You imidiatly closed your eyes, turning your head slightly. A jolt of disgust coursing through you when you felt the skin first create a feeling of a certain resistance making it awfully aware that the blade was pushing into skin, a surface keeping it away from the guts before it suddenly penetrated the frog. Pushing in and slicing down. Shit was it off putting.

"Okay" he gently said letting go of your hand when he placed it back on the table.

You drop the scalpel onto the plate, taking off the gloves, wiping the sweat on your jeans before you grab the pencil and just stare at the paper.

"Okay so um, line one is the lungs..line two the heart" scribbling down what he said not even glancing at the frog. Glad Eddie didn't mind it. He even went and covered the frog with paper towels after the paper had all the required words on the right lines.

Surprised to know that all the words found the right lines. I mean no offense you expected him not to get them all right.

When the bell finally rang you grabbed your stuff, Eddie waited.

"You don't need to wait for me"

"Need to show you your locker sweets"

"Right!"

Sweets...the hell did that make you feel your heart throb. Surely, he was attractive but you wouldn't start crushing..right?

He leads you to your locker after the snort he let out when you gave him the number.

Which had you call him childish. But really it made it a bit more bearable to be new here. A first friend, on the first day.

Just as he was bout to 'leave you to it' you couldn't help yourself.

"Hey um..would you like to go see a movie this weekend? Like uh as a thanks for whatever that was"

"Oh, nah don't worry you don't got to thank me"

Ouch, you felt your smile drop slightly, this felt a lot like imidiate rejection.

"Oh okay..well I'll see you around then" smiling a little brighter again before turning to head to English class. You were just grateful he explained how to find your way around school. You couldn't possibly manage the awkward silence of him leading you to class after he shut you down.

When Eddie realized how that must have sounded like he turned to call after you but you had already vanished down the hall.

"Way to screw things over with a cute girl.." he mumbled before finding his own class.

The rest of the day was fine. Turns out both you and Eddie had history together as well as ethics. Which was nice. Also a bit weird because you tried to avoid him which made those classes a bit uncomfortable.

Let's just say you got to know new people, you befriended a girl named Chrissy, who first you were scared might be mean given she's a cheerleader. But you found yourself to be wrong after she stood up for you to one of the other cheerleaders.

One thing leed to another. Here you were conversing with the popular kids. Hanging with Chrissy and her boyfriend and friends in lunch, totally not fitting in but also quiet at peace at the table with them.

Well before Eddie said something over the entire cafeteria that stuck to you.

"Or the popular guys, betting who gets to screw the new girl first!"

You didn't expect that from him..I mean yeah you kinda ignored him outside of classes and found a new crowd..but that really hurt.

The moment those words echoed over the cafeteria you tensed, Jason screamed back telling him to fuck off. But you just got up and walked out of the cafeteria, Chrissy called after you but you really couldn't care right now.

The week finally ended and the weekend started, Chrissy called you up asking you to come to the mall with her which you gladly accepted. You needed some therapy shopping.

Surprised when she told you she didn't want to go with any of her other friends because they seemed judging even around her. The entire 8 hours the both of you spent laughing and whispering about boys,went by fast. She learned you thought Eddie was cute, but that you grew sad when he called that thing the other day.

Which turns out she was also surprised by saying that wasn't his style.

The day ended with the both of you getting ice cream before she dropped you off at home. Now another day till Monday.

Till science class..till Eddie Munson.

Trying to push away the feeling of betrayal as you wash the new clothes. And put away the new cds.

You ended up doing your homework, your window open as Mötley Crüe blasted through your room. (As you noticed. I like this band lmao, so now, you do too)

You hung up the new clothes to dry a fee hours later. Grabbing the new, red dress that was thigh long, and had an extra layer of mesh on top that had light lacy like details. It was pretty. It also looked great on you, Chrissy loudly swooned when you left the changing room to show it to her. Honestly it made you blush. You weren't particularly used to supportive friends.

You found sleep harder than usual when the morning showed through your blinds you found yourself wanting to call Chrissy and to hang out. But you also didn't want to seem clingy so you set your phone back down. Hours later she actually called first asking to get some cafe cause she had a bad fight with her mother.

You obviously didn't say no, so now you both sat in a cute and cozy Café talking about what happened. Chrissy kept apologizing for bothering you but you insisted you were happy she trusted you with it.

When you returned home from the hours of talking and the last conversation about you both not knowing what to wear to school which resulted in her insisting for you to wear your new dress and that she'd wear the green one that she got.

Not really matching but she wanted you to shine when you encountered Eddie in class tomorrow. Just for the reason of 'showing him you didn't care'.

Monday came way faster, the night you basically passed out after drinking lavender tea.

So the morning showed up to make you anxious. Mostly because you didn't want him to think you dropped him for the popular kids. But then again you were to proud and hurt to talk to him. And you probably wouldn't talk to him in class too.

You got ready and slipped on the dress adding some fitting sneakers to it to keep it from looking to chic.

The bus ride to school was alright, less students than usual, your headphones on as the sun burned against your skin already.

Today would be warm.

When you made it to your locker, pushing past the crowd. Which seemed to have gotten more since last week.

Ignoring the way some boys barked compliments after you as you headed to science. You honestly wanted only one guys compliments..and it made you feel more pathetic that you still cared what he thought. Well he made it clear what he thought. So when you made it to class. Walking through the door to see the table empty you let out the air that got stuck in your chest. Sitting down grabbing your pencil, doodling in your text book before you heard someone stumble into the chair next to you, glancing over he stood next to you awkwardly holding the chair keeping it from crashing onto the ground. You roll your eyes, mostly unwillingly before you turn your head away. Staring out the window, twirling your pen in your fingers, you could feel him stare and hear him clear his throat, you also hear him sigh when he didn't get your attention.

Eddie felt bad for what he barked over the cafeteria, at the same time he was to proud to apologize. He also felt like he got replaced by the other people way to fast.

He didn't know you actually looked forward to science till he did that.

Miss Newcas walked in pushing the projector before she looked over the class. She noticed the 'weird behavior' between the two of you and she honestly didn't know why she felt upset. You seemed to be a good influence on Eddie, she didn't remember the last time he actually cared about his lab partner. So she decided to chance the entire lesson.

"Okay so...today you'll get to know your lab mate. It seems some people here don't seem to fond of eachother. Maybe that'll change when you get to know one another and see the other as more human. I want you to write 10 likes and dislikes on a paper. I'll check if you did it. Then I want you to keep the paper for the rest of the year so you and your lab mate actually get along for the time."

Seriously? Today of all days? The sigh you released ended up louder and sounding more annoyed than you had planed. You shifted in your seat looking at him to see him already staring at you. Tapping his pen against the sheet of paper he seemed to think.

"You ask me first" is all you say before he sits up straighter. Starting to ask you stuff like your favorite color. Hobbies etc.

He felt more than happy hearing you enjoyed Mötley Crües music, he started to believe maybe he could fix this.

Before it was your turn to ask questions.

You asked him 9 questions. The same he asked you. It was going well or so he thought because the last question you asked left him in slight disbelief.

"Do you usually humiliate people you don't know infront of the entire school? Oh wait let me word it differently. Do you enjoy humiliating people you don't know infront of the entire school, and do you enjoy hurting their feelings with that?"

Let's say you grew tired of the bullshit. And the petty side of you might have gotten the upper hand there. But honestly? He didn't deserve better.

"No....I don't.. listen Y/n-"

"Done. No more questions, stop talking to me." Is all you hiss back slamming your pen down before turning back to look out the window.

He really screwed up. But you chose them over him? So what gave you the right to be upset about this? Okay well he knew he over did it with that comment but he didn't know better. Eddie felt hurt, he thought you'd end up good friends...maybe more. Just for you to talk less to him in class and more with your new friends. You both already didn't talk a lot outside of that one science class last week, the rest of the week were small conversations and awkward word exchanges. First you sat alone in the cafeteria, Eddie was going to ask you to sit with them but the next day after you and Chrissy talked in history he found you at the popular table. Abandoned is what he felt like, like you didn't care and replaced him so easily. Not sure why he wanted to be mean to you, he liked you more than he liked to admit and you leaving the cafeteria the way you did after he called that out. The guilt he felt then, he never felt before. He never cared about calling people out, but he also knew that was way to uncalled for.

When the bell rang you grabbed your things and were about to leave, the both of you ended up being the last ones to leave.

"Y/n please just hear me out!"

Trying to walk past him before he gently grabbed you by the waist pulling you back, pushing you to sit down in a seat that was right behind you.

"God please stop ignoring me...I get it okay! I never should have said that...just I was upset you replaced me"

You scoff, you planed to forgive him if he said sorry but he didn't manage to do that.

"Oh so you humiliated me because you felt replaced? How childish is that! What kind of excuse is that?! You could've talked to me about it but decided to make me look like an idiot and not only that you made my new friends look like bad people-"

"Because they are!" He says, his voice slightly raised as he sounded more upset.

"It's not your problem if they make a bet on who fucks me first! IT'S NOT YOUR PROBLEM IF I LET ONE OF THEN WIN OR NOT TOO"

You never planed to let one of those guys hook up with you, but you felt hurt and upset and it also seemed like it would punish him if you actually did let one of them get you under the sheets.

The surprise gasp you let out when he trapped you between the table and his body sounded more like a strangled whine. He glared down at you and you could feel your breath catch in your throat. The twinkle in your eyes as you looked up at him, the way your eyes searched his face. He felt the way his heart picked up in speed. He felt the way he wanted to kiss you, let you see why he felt upset about the thought that one of those assholes actually got to you.

"Don't say shit like that....listen what I called across the cafeteria, they do that. They do that do all the new girls...I was trying to look out for you..okay I might have done it the wrong way...but I promise I didn't mean to hurt you with it"

"Oh yeah?" The mock in your voice felt more like a slap to his cheek then a nudge.

"So instead of telling me to be careful alone you had to bark it out to the entire school? You know that doesn't make them look bad but it makes me look like I'm easy"

"I didn't mean to-"

"Well you did thou!"

You almost found it attractive when he sighed and pushed his hair out of his face. Eyebrows knitted slightly before he closed his eyes taking a deep breath in.

Your eyes fell to his lips before he opened his eyes again. He was going to speak up before he saw the way you stared down. Not at his eyes but his lips. He licked them, he didn't want to it just happened. It felt like his instincts took over.

"Im sorry okay? I never wanted you to feel that way, honest!"

Sighing, pushing away your thought's your eyes found his again, his looked different that before. Still the same but still slightly different.

"I didn't replace you. I was looking forward to science class till you did that.."

"Right....I screwed it"

"You did"

Awkward silence filled the whole classroom and ended up with him pulling away standing infront of you.

"So like...are we good?" You almost giggled at the way he looked like a small puppy.

"Yeah I suppose. Unless you pull that shit again!"

"I won't. I promise"

"Right can I get your number?" He asked after a few seconds. Which made you feel butterflies flutter.

"Why? You wanna call me when you miss my voice?" You planed to tease him but when he flirted back it slammed a deep blush across your face.

"Who knows. Maybe I'll need to hear your voice when I'm feeling especially frustrated and pent up"

"I-"

You huff grabbing a pen and rip a piece of paper off your textbook writing your number down pushing it against his chest before rushing out the classroom.

The rest of the day had you more than embarrassed, you told Chrissy in maths what had happened. And before lunch he stood behind you while you put your things away. Scaring you when you turned around to see him right there.

"Jeez Eddie! Scared me half to death!"

"Sorry, sorry....um do you want to sit with me and my friends in lunch?"

"Oh yeah but I should let Chrissy know I won't eat with her today.."

"Right..."

"Hey I promise I'll sit with you okay?"

He just nodded.

"Catch you in the cafeteria then?"

"Yeah see you there."

You basically sprint down the hallway to Chrissys locker, her telling Jason to head off first when she saw you.

"He asked me to sit at his table"

"Well you have to!"

"I know. But what if his friends don't like me? Or like if they judge me and think I'm just a popular girl looking for nothing but popularity or that I'm fake?"

"You're the least fake person I know. And I know a lot of people, you're so sincere. They'll see it too."

"Okay..yeah"

"Go get em!"

You hug her before you walk to the cafeteria. In the cafeteria line you see Eddie at his table already the entire table seemed full. Where would you sit?

You take the food from the women before you head to the table standing next to Eddie as he looks up at you smiling brightly. His gaze drifting to Mike and Dustin. The entire row moved down a seat. Making space for you to the right of Eddie. He gestures for you to sit down his eyes glistening as he stared at you, he noticed the dress this morning and in the hall the entire day. But you looked so beautiful.

"I could have taken a seat down the row...you didn't have to move" you gently tell the boys that sat down the table. They shake their head telling you they didn't mind.

"So."

Eddie started.

"What made you wear a dress today? You didn't wear a dress last week."

"Um well, breaking news, I can wear a dress even when I rarely wear dresses" you say, almost like you were making fun of him.

"Yeah...well you look good in it. You should wear dresses or skirts more..."

The faint blush that covered both of your faces didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the table.

"Sooo...who is the new girl. Didn't she sit with the popular folk last week? She doesn't belong here" said a guy with shorter curly hair. Man he really didn't sound happy to have you here and the glare he send your way just proved it.

"Shut it Gareth! This is Y/n believe it or not she's nice, hanging out with popular people didn't rot her yet"

"Rude" you hiss at him letting him know he shouldn't talk like that about your friends. Honestly mostly because of Chrissy.

"They can be nice, well...some of them."

"Yeah like Chrissy and....yeha right only Chrissy, isn't that right Y/n?" Asked the guy next to you, he had a dorky smile, his curls short and almost in a shag. He had braces.

"Can it Dustin. Anyways Y/n is my friend she's pretty and sweet. You all better be nice or DND today won't be good for any of you"

This earns a few frustrated huffs and irritated groans but they decide it's best to do as Eddie says. The rest of lunch they're actually all talking to you, even Gareth started to enjoy having you around. Eddie threw in comments here and there but he was busy staring at you. When Dustin shoved Mike that he almost fell off the chair caused you to start laughing. They started to basically fight eachother right there and then. It was entertaining. When you looked at Eddie to see if he was laughing like the rest of the table your breath catched in your throat. He was staring at you.

Like you weren't stupid you know that kind of stare.

Longing, adoration...basically just a crush stare.

Your smile dropped slightly as you blushed before he leaned closer looking directly at your face.

"You got a pretty darn cute smile"

"Thanks..."

[gingerjolover]

Hidden Meanings - Josette Maskin x fem!reader (MUNA)

Sypnosis: Soft!gf reader always gifts flowers for Jo with hidden meanings <3

G's notes: surpriseeee shawtaaayyyyyy, not really edited oops, don't bring up my sleep schedule, okay? mind ur business

WC: somewhere around 1500 words (i won't apologize)

Warnings: RPF, tooth-rotting fluff, brief mentions of anxiety, some kissin', no fundamental physical descriptors except hair that can be pushed out of face?

Jo can’t recall when you started giving her flowers, but they soon realized it was your love language, always gifting flowers with hidden meanings, loving words scribbled on cards wedged between stems and leaves. 

At first, Jo thought it was silly. No one had ever gotten them flowers besides graduations or bullshit anniversaries with girls she can't remember now. But after the third bouquet, left on the counter when you dropped off breakfast for her before heading to work, knowing they had an extended studio session ahead, Jo realized there was meaning behind every bunch stuffed in a mason jar. (Yes, she did use Google Lens to find out that the flowers you left them were Gardenias, and yes, they did call you out for giving them flowers instead of you just saying that you wanted to be more than friends). 

Hydrangeas

It’s still early in your relationship, and you are still not completely open with one another, both afraid to label it because it feels different than any relationship you’ve been in before. It’s too early when it happens - the dreaded breakdown and panic attack. Your inability to control your cries and breathing causes Jo to scoop you up in her arms, rubbing your back nice and slow to calm you down. Josette understands the embarrassment, texting you that “it happens to everyone,” “don’t be embarrassed,” and “when you’re ready, I’ll be here.” But no matter how kind and empathetic Jo was, you can’t face her, worried they’ll see through the veil you’ve crafted over the years with maximum effort. 

Maybe it's cowardly, maybe Jo will find it weird, but you send a bouquet. You had given Jo flowers before, small bunches of flowers to say the things you weren’t quite ready to speak out loud, and Jo hadn’t taken the initiative to ask what they had meant, only appreciating the gift as it was. 

This time, it’s fresh hydrangeas, blues, pinks, and purples, paying a pretty penny to have them delivered to your… partner? girlfriend? The person you’re seeing? It's really still up in the air. 

You were anxiously biting your lips and the skin on your thumb, watching the order go from ‘on its way’ to ‘delivered,’ heat spreads in your chest, and not in a good way. One hour passes, then two, and Jo doesn't call. 

This is it: they saw the flowers, and they’re ghosting you because who has a panic attack in front of the person they’re seeing and then goes MIA for 3 days but still sends flowers? You’re lying on the floor when a knock sounds, groaning and getting up; the last person you expect to see is a beaming Jo, ambushing you with a hug, her face pressed in your neck, mumbling, “I’ve missed you”. 

You welcome the affection, squeezing them back tightly.

“The flowers were beautiful… they’re different from the ones you’ve given me before,” Jo says, noting the random bouquets you’ve gifted previously. 

“The ones I sent were hydrangeas… they um–” you trail off, wondering if the reasoning behind them is as embarrassing as sending them in the first place.

“They what?” Jo asks inquisitively. 

“They represent gratitude– uh– gratitude for being understood. I don’t know why I didn't answer for a few days. I guess I just thought I messed everything up, but–” Jo cuts you off with another hug. “That's the mushiest thing I’ve ever heard, and it makes me want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?” Jo asks excitedly, a wide smile taking over her face. Your nod is sheepish before Jo cupped your cheeks and placed the firmest and sweetest kiss on your lips, blushing at the thoughtfulness behind the flower choice and your softness. 

Irises, Yellow Pansies

The first time Jo goes on tour, you struggle. You know it, Jo knows it, hell– Katie and Naomi know it. Since becoming exclusive and official, you’ve gotten more comfortable expressing how utterly obsessed you are with your partner. Still giving flowers here and there so you can see the bashful blush spread across Jo’s face, their eyes widening and shining bright when you press a kiss to her cheek. It’s a sight you’re missing awfully since Jo has been gone. Facetime, texting, and watching their life through Instagram can only do so much.

You coordinate a special delivery, find out where to send a delivery to the venue, and pay extra for the flower shop to take your handwritten note (that you scanned and emailed; yes, it was a process) so that the note looks like you wrote it yourself. Katie is texting you updates; sitting on the couch, biting your lip, you answer the Facetime, her smiling face close to the screen. 

“They just got delivered, so I’m bringing them to Josie now,” Katie schemes. You can’t help but giggle; Katie quickly becoming a member of your support system and the #1 fan of your relationship with Jo. 

“Thanks, Katie,” you say gratefully, smiling at the redhead as she huffs, walking across the venue with the large flower bag.

“What do these mean again? You do that, right? Give Jo different flowers because they mean stuff. These are irises,” Katie asks, making you giggle, your shared love of gardening and botany having helped bloom your friendship.

“Irises use to mean sending a message, and the pansies are ‘thinking of you’…” you say softly, knowing how cheesy that sounds. 

Katie snorts, “that’s mushy…but cute”. 

“That’s what Jo calls it too…” you reply. 

Katie looks at you, scrunching her eyebrows in inquisition. 

“Mushy.”

Katie laughs again, “Well, Jo will love them because they’re from you…ooh hold on, I’m going in now….SPECIAL DELIVERY,” Katie calls out in a dramatic voice, the phone getting propped on a table in front of Jo.

“Hi baby!” they say excitedly, watching the screen intently as they blow you a kiss, grunting when Katie drops the bouquet in their hands. 

“Stop spending money on me!” Jo yells playfully, laughing as they unwrap the bouquet, quieting down as they see the flowers for the first time, a sad smile taking the place of the previously goofy one.

“What do these mean?” Jo whispers, staring at you. 

“I just…I miss you a lot,” you whisper back. 

Red Camellias, Pink Carnations, Red Tulips 

Jo has gotten pretty good at figuring out what the flowers you give them represent. (No, Jo hasn’t told you that she uses Google Lens, and you’ll never know because Jo loves the smile on your face when you think they’ve guessed it correctly).

Your love for Jo has manifested in many bouquets: daisies, red roses, apple blossoms, red carnations, edelweiss…the list goes on and on. Jo’s favorite was a particular bouquet she received on June 1st, a beautiful bunch of orange lilies and amaryllis with some baby’s breath sprinkled in. Jo remembers the goofy smile on your face when you told her that baby’s breath signified sincerity and love and that orange lilies and amaryllis represented pride. “Happy Pride!” you said, smacking a wet kiss on her cheek, making Jo chuckle and tackle you onto the bed, hands pinning your own above your head, tickling you with one hand, laughing between pushing kisses on your neck. 

Jo feels like the only person in the world every time, but there’s something different now. It’s been many years since that first bouquet, offhandedly shoved in a mason jar with the excuse, “They were pretty, and I thought you’d like them,” accompanied by a shrug. It’s not just an anniversary, and you’re not just some girlfriend; you’ve created a home, started building a life together, and you’re even dog parents.  

Jo stares at the bundle of flowers, having received all of these flowers separately before. But there’s something about how you’re looking at Jo, the slight glassiness of your eyes, your shy smile, and the wringing of your hands that alerts her to something else. 

“These are almost as pretty as you,” Josette teases, kissing the corner of your mouth, giving you their signature smirk and widening eyes combo. There’s something exceptionally soft about you tonight, and Jo wonders if you’re picking up on the nervousness they’ve shoved so deep down, hoping you don’t think something is off. 

“Happy Anniversary,” you mumble softly, Jo’s grin widening at your blushing cheeks; she can practically feel the heat radiating off your skin. Jo wraps their arms around you, kissing your neck gently before pushing your hair out of your face. “You okay?” Jo asks, abnormally serious, kissing your nose and cheek softly, barely grazing the skin. 

“Mhm, just…love you a lot, thank you for sticking by me… thank you for loving me,” you breathe out, staring into Jo’s eyes is mesmerizing. 

Jo feels a lump in their throat form; the small velvet box in their back pocket suddenly weighs a ton, the gravity of the situation sinking in. “You’re easy to love,” Jo mumbles, connecting your lips, your sweet hums against their lips is music to their ears, hands sliding around your back, pulling you flush against their body. 

“I got something for you too… I just hope you like it,” Jo says nervously, still smirking softly.

[holyshonks]

Halo World Championship Afterthoughts

Now that I'm home from HWC weekend, I thought I'd share my thoughts on whether its worth it to go.

For starters, I'm definitely a lore person, but the event as a whole is heavily tailored towards the esports component (that is, after all, the main event). I don't follow Halo esports closely, but I do play multiplayer and like watching games, so this was still enjoyable for me.

The event is smaller than it may look if you watched the streams. It was essentially one large room, with the games happening on one side and the community stage on the other. This is why you can clearly hear cheers if you watch the streams.

There were a handful of booths, but again, they are tailored towards the esports teams. You could visit all the booths in less than an hour.

The rest of the space is set up for PvP matches for different Halo games. I didn't participate in any of it so I can't comment on the prizes or experience.

Friday was definitely the best day for lore fans. Most of the discussion of things coming to the Halo universe and events tailored to book readers and nerds were on Friday.

On Saturday the panels continued, but I only ended up attending one because we arrived later and spent time watching the games.

Sunday is completely devoted to the finals and there was no community stage.

The lowlights:

Since the event space is so small, there really isn't a whole lot to do if you're not watching the games. This wasn't a huge problem for us, since you can come and go from the venue, so we filled the time walking around Seattle's downtown (its very close to Pike Place) or starting the day doing something else before making our way over. But if you have no other plans and are just there for panels, I can see this becoming dull fast.

The overall quality of the panels was so-so. You could tell from the set up that the vast majority of the budget is (perhaps rightfully) devoted to the games. The video and sound quality of the main stage was fantastic. The community stage? Not so much. I was also annoyed that the actual schedule of community stage events wasn't released until a few days before the event, so it was impossible to plan a day around them ahead of time.

The highlights:

I thought the community stage panels that I attended were fun and interesting. It's a little grassroots, but that added a quaint quality for me.

There's a ton of opportunities to win prizes, both on the main stage and the community stage. If you are willing to jump and flail to get picked, you could win some really cool shit. The main stage was giving things away between each game to the winners of rock-paper-scissors games, so, seriously, low barrier to entry prizes abound. By the finals, fans were chucking team merch into the crowd.

Speaking of merch, finding new Halo merch in the year of our lord 2024 felt so nice. It brought back feelings of being able to walk into a Game Stop or even a Walmart and finding my friend Master Chief there. There wasn't a ton of selection, but since Halo 2 is having an anniversary this year, there was some nice stuff to celebrate that and I really like what I came home with.

There were also many amazing cosplayers every day of the event. The cosplay contest is a lot of fun, and there were some truly jaw-dropping skills on display.

Overall, I think the biggest highlight for me was spending a weekend in a space where Halo is relevant. Truly, it was a vibes thing. Everyone there liked Halo. Everyone there was ready to cheer about new things coming to Halo. If you bought anything besides lunch, it was a Halo thing. The energy was high and going nuts with people in the crowd during the finals was a lot of fun (especially since I didn't care who won so it was very much a "I just hope both teams have fun" thing for me).

So, is it worth it?

For me, getting there was kind of a pain. Seattle is pretty far-flung, and although the finals aren't always in Seattle, they have been for the past two years, and may continue to be. Notably, I saw some decorations that appeared to be on loan from formally-known-as 343 Studios, and I imagine that's easier to do when you're only bringing them within the same state.

If someone has absolutely zero interest in esports whatsoever, then it might not be worth the $75 price tag. Having the main lore events on a weekday was also annoying, and made flights harder to find. Since everything is streamed, you won't really miss anything if you choose to watch at home except the opportunity for prizes and the vibes.

I would definitely go again if it was closer, but I might not go if travel is a major PITA again. Honestly, I had been insistent on going this year bc (1) based on some things I have planned I don't know if I'll be able to go next year, and (2) there were rumblings that there wouldn't even be a world championship next year (which have since been debunked, as the 2025 event was confirmed).

Overall, I had a lot of fun submerging my brain in 100% pure Halo for a weekend, and if I could swing it, I would go again.

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 3, Episode 13- Dear Emily and Richard-Part 3

I love Emily's 1983 hair.

Earlier in the episode, Lorelai implies the first flashback is taking place sometime before Christmas, but it’s unclear to me if the second flashback took place around the same time or after the holidays. Lorelai has already put on pregnancy weight and she looks like she suspects she might be pregnant, but it’s not really said outwardly. Canonically, Rory was born in early October so Lorelai should have played Hide The Frozen Pickle With Crusty around New Years, give or take. The conception timeline could be slightly wonky in this episode, but golly, the spirit is there.

I like how they slapped one single Duran Duran poster on Lorelai's bedroom door so you know this takes place in 83.

Because Lorelai and Crusty did the Devil's Cha Cha and Lorelai can't zip up her once form fitting dress for the upcoming Debutante Ball (it really, really looks like a wedding dress), Emily thinks it's because her dressmaker screwed up so she leaves to go all Early 80's Karen on her ass.

Whoa! Luke without a hat! A rarely used square on my Episode Bingo Board! Yahoo! Bless the hair stylists on this show. There were so many truly valiant attempts to hide Scott Patterson's hair loss. Also: Tomatos sign. And why is Luke so naked and hatless? He has a hot date with a boring lawyer, of course. He's going to take her to some nice place with tablecloths and napkins. The stages of Lorelai Meeting Nicole for the first time:

There's a lady walking in! You're going on a date with that lady! Nice to meet you, Lady. The lady has a cellphone?! She's a lawyer?! A lawyer lady with a cellphone?! You're dating a lawyer lady with a cellphone!

"Make as many phone calls as you want (on our first date)"? Luke, are you in there? Lawyer lady with a phone (LLWAP) has him shooketh. Lorelai when they're out of sight:

Oh, Ms GIlmore is NOT happy. Let's unpack what Lorelai's butcher counter of beefs with this woman who she just met and exchanged four words with might be. As dull and Waspy as Nicole is, she was perfectly pleasant. Lemme guess: Lorelai a) does not like that Nicole has a high paying job b) thinks Luke should only date within his own social strata c) she has a phone which she uses to make important business calls outside of office hours which makes her a Stinky Rich Person. d). The Gilmore Girls do not share their toys. Even when they're not actively playing with them. Ding ding ding! There's your million dollar answer.

I can't decide which thing currently happening is the most insane. A grown adult demanding that a high schooler rush to a hospital after school to accompany her father's girlfriend in labor, or the fact that Rory SAID YES. SHE SAID YES I'LL LEAVE SCHOOL AND BUY A TRAIN TICKET AND GO TO THE HOSPITAL IN BOSTON BECAUSE SHE IS A SPINELESS JELLYFISH. To add one extra layer of ridiculousness to the Insanity Jello Salad: While Sherry was the one to invite Rory to the gals party at the hospital for the planned c-section, it was actually her random coworker Maureen that called Rory after Sherry went into labor ahead of schedule, a Maureen that Rory has never met who demanded Rory show up and RORY AGREED AND BOARDED A TRAIN TO BOSTON. The same Rory who moments ago shrugged and flatly referred to the impending bundle of joy as her “sort of a sister”, and she's not doing this because she cares about Creepy Sherry, and there’s nothing in it for Rory, so why did she do this? It's Rory's constant companion, Pathological People Pleasing. I can't throw Lorelai under the train here, because Rory did this behind her back and Lorelai's obviously too pre occupied with Hatless Luke and Lawyer Lady With a Phone at the moment to know Rory’s whereabouts. You know Rory, you could have walked away from the train to Boston and instead taken advantage of both Luke and Lorelai's absence to go swap some spit unsupervised with Jess instead of agreeing to this crazy crap. Idiot.

Is that a poster for condoms in the background?

Turns out none of Sherry's coworkers besides Maureen actually showed up because they were all too busy Working and had already banked their PTO days for Sherry's c section, so tough noogies, Sherry! Thank God Rory is here, because childbirth is putting her father's girlfriend into a state of mental anguish and only her clueless 18 year old stepdaughter can save the day.

Maureen? Oh Maureen can't do it. Back to workies! She's a real stand up gal. *long pause* Um. Where the fuck is Christopher?

OH, HOW CONVENIEEEEENT.

Sherry is in the midst of a sobbing meltdown over the absence of everyone she knows, including Wandering Crusty, and I can't blame Rory for being totally useless, because what the heck can she do or say? But girl... you really gotta learn to say no to people. Sherry grabs onto Rory's arm like a python. Rory remarks "Gee, you're looking thin." End scene. This is totaly wackadoodle city. Yeehaw! Sure, it seems as if Lorelai never discusses sexual responsibility with Rory, but after this experience, I hope something sinks in for Rory.

[sydsaint]

My fav goofballs 🖤

Summary: Jay's cousin joins AEW and catches the attention of Juice, Colten, and Austin.

The airport is oddly quiet for the middle of the day when you step off the plane. There are a few people around but not nearly as many as you're used to seeing as a frequent flyer.

After you've collected your things from the baggage claim you head out and scan the area for your cousin who's supposed to be picking you up. "Where is he?" You pull your phone out to see if you missed a text from Jay.

"Y/N! Over here!" Someone shouts your name while you're looking at your phone.

You look up from your phone just in time to see Juice coming at you full speed. There are two younger guys behind him looking slightly confused. "Juice?" You hold your hands out in front of you as Robinson comes toward you.

"You happy to see me?" Juice reaches your side and engulfs you in a hug.

"Always." You cough with a small smile as Juice crushes you against his chest. "But where is Jay at?" You can't help but notice that your cousin is missing.

Juice releases you from his death grip and returns you to your feet. "He had a last-minute meeting that he couldn't miss." He explains. "So he sent me and the boys. This is Austin and Colten Gunn."

You turn away from Juice and greet your cousin's new friends. "Billy Gunns kids, right?" You ask them. "It's nice to meet you guys."

"Pleasures all mine." Colten steps up first and offers you his hand. "Juice was saying that you were pretty, but I gotta say." He chuckles. "Words aren't doing you any justice."

"Awe." You giggle. "You must be Colten. Jay warned me that you were the flirty one." You shake his hand.

Austin steps in, not about to be overshadowed by his brother. "He's the flirty one, but I'm the handsome one." He insists and goes to shake your hand as well.

"Good to know." You shake his hand with another laugh.

Juice cuts back in and slings an arm over your shoulder. "Alright. You two are going to have to get in line. I've been working at Y/N for years now."

You roll your eyes and drop Juice's arm from your shoulder. "Well, I am single now." You announce. "So who knows? One of you might get a shot this time." You tease the group.

Juice perks up at the news. "Really?" He asks you. "When did you and Riley stop seeing one another?" He asks you.

"A few months ago." You shrug. "We just kind of drifted apart. Then Jay got me this new job in the States." You explain. "I'm pretty sure Riley is already seeing someone new."

Juice picks up your luggage for you and everyone heads out to the car. Austin and Colten post up on either side of you and start a casual conversation while Juice is walking ahead of you and playing luggage handler.

"So, do you two like hanging out with Juice and Jay so far?" You ask the brothers.

"It's been fun," Austin answers first. "Juice took a bit of time to get used to." He adds with a joking laugh.

You match his laugh and agree. "I've known Juice for almost a decade and I'm still not fully used to him."

"So he's really just like that?" Colten replies.

"Mhm." You nod.

As if on cue, Juice reaches the car and hurries to pull the passenger side door open for you. "Your chariot awaits, my lady." He bows with a goofy grin.

"Thank you, Juice." You giggle and slip into the car.

The car ride is filled with more flirty banter. Jay is waiting for you when you finally reach the hotel. He watches you exit Juice's car after Austin opened the door for you. The trio swarms around you like eager bees to a flower as you all cross the parking lot.

"You look like you're having fun." Jay quips when you reach him.

"This is the best group you've ever been a part of." You laugh. "I can't wait to see what kind of shit we can get into."

Jay rolls his eyes playfully and gives you a small hug. "I've got you a match scheduled for tonight if you're up for it." He informs you. "Though I made sure to let the boss know that it wasn't guaranteed so no pressure." He adds.

"Great! You know me, Jay. I'm always up for a good fight" You welcome the challenge.

Everyone heads up to the hotel to hang out for a while before it's time for the show. Juice offers to lug your suitcase up for you and you let him again.

"So Juice is your bellhop now?" Jay questions you on the elevator ride up to the room.

"He doesn't mind." You reply. "Right, Juice?" You turn to Robinson with a smile.

Juice beams with that signature goofy smile of his. "Of course not!" He assures you and Jay. "The lady should never have to heave her bag alone when there's someone else to do it for her." He insists.

"See?" You poke Jay on the arm.

"Whatever," Jay mumbles to himself.

Colten and Austin part ways with the group until the show so you, Jay, and Juice head for the hotel room. Juice sets your luggage down for you next to the bed in your room and you thank him.

"Thanks, Juice." You smile and sit down.

Juice nods and sits down next to you. "So, tell me more about how Riley broke your heart. And more importantly, how your old boy Juice can help heal it." He teases you.

"You and Riley broke up?" Jay cuts in from the other side of the room.

"Yeah, a few months ago." You nod.

You hear Jay mumble something under his breath before he turns back to you. "Great. So that means Juice isn't the only one that I've gotta worry about being all over you now." He complains.

"Hey! That's my job!" Juice perks up. "If anyone wants Y/N, they'll have to go through me."

"Yeah!" You laugh. "That's what I've got Juice for!" You laugh and hug him from the side. "And it looks like Austin and Colten now as well." You add.

Later in the night, everyone is backstage for Dynamite so you can have your first match in the company. You've already changed into your ring gear and are just waiting for your cue to head out. Austin and Colten are on either side of you, and Juice is standing right behind you.

"Okay! Let's go out there and kick some ass!" You adjust your top right as your music hits.

You walk down the ramp with Juice, Austin, and Colten accompanying you to the ring. You kick ass in the ring against Ana Jay and pick up the win. The bell rings and the boys all swarm you in the ring. Austin and Colten both hoist you onto their shoulders between them and Juice takes up the free space under you.

You laugh and relish in the ideas of all the fun you know that you're about to have in these next few months.

[aphrodisiac-siren]

Slytherin Aemond x Reader ~Hogwarts AU

Aemond being a book nerd. Wuthering Heights references.

Part 4

"Oh my gosh, I think I'm going to scream" Alys excitedly jumped on her bed, giggling like a maniac to which you reacted by rolling your eyes.

"Shut up will you" you threw a pillow at her from your bed that was right next to her's "Aemond does not fancy me"

"Right, he just called you beautiful because he hates you then?" she put her hands on her hips, looking at you like how your mother did when she was giving you a good scolding.

"No, I know he does not- he can’t" you sighed as you flopped down onto your back "I used to date his cousin"

"Please, Aemond has had his eye on you way before Draco did" Alys scoffed, joining you on your bed. You suddenly sat up, giving her a look that made it evident you did not believe a word she was saying "Merlin's beard, Y/N, you can’t be that blind. I have caught that boy ogling at you since first year"

"Had a few drinks now, did you?" you joked and this time it was her who tossed a pillow at you.

"Y/N, look, Aemond is a nice lad and I know you don’t think so because of his popularity in the school but all I'm saying is give it a chance" Alys reached out to take your hand in hers "you've been so broken ever since Draco but we both know that he already had a lot on his plate for him to be able to manage a relationship with you. Don’t wait for someone who you know isn’t coming back"

It was true. Your break-up with Draco was really hard and it didn’t help when later he revealed to you that his reason for leaving you was because he was forced into joining the death eaters. He didn’t want to leave you, but he knew he would be dragging you into a dark mess if he didn’t. At the battle of Hogwarts, even though Draco at first did join them, he turned right around and fought alongside the students. After the battle had been won, you thought that maybe you both might be able to work things out but Draco was too emotionally scarred to even think about a relationship.

You of course respected his decision, but deep down you were still hopeful he might come back to you. Eventually, as the years went by, your hopes began to whither away little by little and you found it safe to say that you had moved on; still, there was a part of you that missed whatever you both had. Maybe not him anymore, but the memories? You held those very close to your heart, it was nice while it lasted.

"Give my ex boyfriend’s cousin a chance, yes that does not sound weird at all" you rolled your eyes "besides, I- I don’t even like him in that way"

"Oh piss off, you've got his entire training schedule memorised and he's the only one you look at, at those bloody matches" Alys scoffed, reminding you of your knowledge of when the quidditch team practised. You opened your mouth to protest but she beat you to it "look I know you have this subconscious attraction and I know the only reason you are in denial is because he is your ex boyfriend’s cousin but Draco isn’t even in the picture anymore. At the very least try and get to know him a bit better"

"Fine" you huffed a sigh. You had to agree she did make a point about having to fully move on from your ex. And yes, you did of course find Aemond attractive and only refrained from letting your relationship with him grow because of your history with Malfoy. Given it was your last year at Hogwarts, you'd allow yourself to open up a bit.

"And on the off chance that he does hurt you" Alys's tone went from sympathetic to serious "I'm familiar with all of the unforgivable curses. I do not mind going to Azkaban for your sake"

You threw your head back and laughed, Alys doing the same.

You walked into charms class, sitting on an empty desk that was three desks ahead from where Aemond sat along with one of the lads from the team. As you placed you bag beside you, you noticed that Alys kept walking until she was right by Aemond's side.

"Aemond do you mind switching seats?" she asked, with a scorn "every other seat has been taken and I cannot spend another moment with her"

Aemond looked puzzled. Alys was your best friend, why was she telling him that all of a sudden she didn’t want to be around you?

When you agreed that you would try to get to know Aemond, you meant with a more natural approach, letting things occur on their own accord; not with Alys butting in and actually pushing you both together as if you and he were dolls in her doll house.

Aemond stood up, grabbing his bag before he silently walked over to sit next to you.

"Is everything alright?" he asked softly, leaning in a bit so that you might hear him clearly "you and Alys aren’t talking?"

"Apparently not" you looked over your shoulder to throw her a look that screamed 'what the fuck are you doing' but she only winked. You rolled your eyes before turning to the front again "don’t bother, we'll sort this out before the day ends like how we always do"

Aemond simply hummed in response, not asking any more questions since he didn’t want to come across as nosy.

"Alright students" the professor's authoritative voice drowned the classroom chatter as she stood at her front desk, arms crossed "today we're going to brush on some basics. Last class, I instructed you to bring along a novel of your choosing. I want each of you to place that book on your desk and then I want you to use the spell imagio proiecturas to project a moving image of any excerpt from the book. You may begin"

You reached into your bag to fish out the book you'd picked. You scrunched your face in confusion as you rummaged through your things, still unable to find the book amidst your other things.

"Fuck, I think I forgot to put it in my bag" you muttered, still trying to push around your other book, checking again.

"Let's just use mine?" Aemond asked as he placed the novel he'd picked on the desk; Wuthering Heights "I'm assuming you've read it?"

"I have yes, nice choice; didn’t take you for a lad who'd be found reading this" you grinned, running your finger along the spine of the book to trace the letters that spelt out the title of the book "you strike me as a sort of boy who'd be more interested in Stephen King"

"Oh I do enjoy a bit of horror, I'm currently reading 'The Exorcist' by William Peter Blatty," he told you, offering a smile that was barely even visible "but I do enjoy other genres as well. You shouldn’t be too quick to judge Y/N"

"Right" you breathed a sigh "shall we?"

You tried first, pointing your wand a few inches away from the book. You concentrated on which part of the story you wanted to see getting projected. It was when Heathcliff returns to meet Catherine. You pictured them in your mind, wearing finer clothes that were a bit outdated in comparison to present times.

"Imagio proiecturas"

Nothing.

"Imagio proiecturas" you tried again, irritably.

A few hazy whisps of green arose from the book and then vanished into nothing without showing you even a glimpse of the image you had in your head.

You huffed in annoyance and Aemond chuckled.

"Finding this funny, are we?" you snapped and Aemond immediately cleared his throat to stifle his laughter.

"No, of course not" he smugly said before he placed his hand on yours to lower your wand. He leaned in again slightly, his voice sounding so gentle and soothing "here, allow me"

"imagio proiecturas"

Similar whisps of green arose from the book but this time instead of disappearing, they swirled around each other to form a moving projection of an excerpt that Aemond had picked. It projected how Aemond mentally pictured that scene would be; the part of the story where Catherine confesses her love for Heathcliff.

"He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same"

And then the image fades off into nothing.

Aemond looks at you gingerly, trying not to seem too proud of himself when he managed to execute the spell perfectly.

"You don’t think of the scene first and then try the spell" he gave you some critique "you have to say the spell whilst imagining the scenario simultaneously"

"I did not take you for a romantic" you smirked, ignoring his advice and instead commenting on the excerpt he'd chosen "next you'll tell me you’re a fan of Shakespeare as well"

"I have read a few of his plays, yes" he said in his monotonous voice, looking at you with an expression that was hard to decipher "I can be rather romantic you know, but it's a part of myself I keep hidden-"

"Aemond and Y/N?" the teacher sharply called out "quit chatting and get back to the work assigned"

"Why?" you curiously asked with regard to his earlier statement in a hushed tone once the professor turned away from you both, placing your wand beside his novel and completely forgetting about the class.

"Haven’t really got anyone that needs to be impressed now do I?" he said with a subtle shrug "don’t have much luck at these sort of things"

"Half the school is mad for you" you reminded "what do you mean you don’t have luck-"

"Aemond and Y/N!" the teacher called out once again, voice more stern than the last time "five points from Slytherin. Back to work please"

"Allow me to rephrase that. I don’t have much luck when it comes to winning the girl I've got my sights on" he said, pressing his lips into a line.

"Who-"

"I don’t think you are going to be quizzed on this in your charms exam" he cleared his throat, changing the topic quickly "try that spell again, will you? We've already lost ourselves some house points"

You were curious, no doubt. If you were truly considering giving Aemond a shot, it would be useless if he fancied someone else. You wanted to slap yourself when you felt a tinge of disappointment at the thought. Shut up, you scolded yourself, you both aren’t even that close for you to get upset.

You picked up your wand once again, aiming it at the book.

"N-no, not so close" his large hand came to wrap around your comparatively smaller one that held the wand. He moved your hand a little further away from the book, speaking directly into your ear that sent up an involuntary shiver "say the spell and think of the image you want to be projected"

"imagio proiecturas"

This time, the green whisps fused together to slowly form an image that eventually began to move, as if it were a movie cassette playing. You were trying really hard to keep that image afloat that you weren’t even looking at it, your entire attention was on your wand, the hand that held the wand, his hand still holding yours as the green ribbons shooting out of the wand glowed.

You heard a soft chuckle from Aemond and glanced his way with a quizzical look, brow raised.

"I didn’t know you imagined us as the characters when you read this"

Your head immediately snapped to the front to see the particular part of the book being projected. And even though they were saying the dialogue that was written in the book, the people saying it weren’t Catherine and Heathcliff. You had been so focused on his hand around yours that when the mental images from your mind were projected, it showed you and Aemond exchanging the dialogue, his hand holding yours in a similar fashion to how he was doing currently in real life.

You immediately lowered your wand, the projection vanishing, leaving you with slightly flushed cheeks.

Even Aemond felt a bit abashed but he did a better job at concealing it.

"Well, at least you um" he tried to compliment you, so that you might not feel embarrassed "at least you got the spell right, yea?"

"Mhm" was all you managed to say in acknowledgment while your heart violently hammered in your chest.

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