#so ofc i had to make it real and force everyone else to hear it too

[clangenrising]

i think the hate comes from the fact she still does try to justify/excuse Razor, despite hearing from many cats how horrible he was to them. like we know he is an abuser and a rapist. she thinks it's bizarre/odd/whatever that his rape victim (Scorch) calls the idea of him being sweet and caring 'nightmarish'. brother or not, he is emotional, physical and sexual abuser, and she still seems to find it weird that cats dont… tolerate him in the slightest. that does rubs as rape/abuse apologism bc 'he was nice to ME and he is MY FAMILY, he would NEVER do something like that..' soo many irl families have sadly ('no way my son could had possibly violated someone. this bitch is clearly lying and trying to ruin our family' type of shit you know)

like yeah having to live for months with people (cats) who killed your family member celebrated it is harsh, i do give her that ofc. on top of her kitten crash and being more or less forced to tend them or else, and she is in no good shape to properly accept and internalize the Shadow Truth. but many people irl dealt with people like her, trying to bend over and backwards to justify their family members and friends, even after coming in contact with those who were deeply hurt by them.

That is a good point, I see where you're coming from. Clearly you've been very hurt by this kind of thing in the past and I hope nothing I've done made you feel more hurt.

I was just surprised because Mystique isn't like, for example, a parent who makes excuses for a son who has been accused of sexual assault and insists that he's totally innocent despite evidence to the contrary. She's a victim too, even if she was never physically or sexually assaulted by Razor. All of her denials aren't meant to hurt the victims or protect Razor, they're to protect herself from the terrifying reality of her situation. Does that make what she did right? No, and I don't think I've ever said that, but I do think it makes it less deplorable.

As well, its not like Scorch has told her "he assaulted me." Scorch is VERY private and so that stuff isn't public knowledge. I feel like there might be some projection on to her because of information the audience has that she doesn't. As far as killing Smokyrose, that was framed to the city cats as a casualty of war, not the murder of a peace negotiator, and to her is similar to if say, Razor were a cop who shot somebody. We obviously would find that terrible but from her conservative point of view that's just his job, to protect the city from dangerous cats with lethal force if necessary. When she got to the Clans that became more complicated for her and she's hasn't ever once claimed Razor was in the right to kill her.

What she did ask for was that the fight be solved peacefully. As far as she knows, the Clans are blowing Razor's actions out of proportion and jumping to killing him when there could have been a different solution. Like, imagine if you went to a village and everyone there was like "your brother is an evil murderer" and then failed to present you with any substantial evidence. Who would you want to believe, the strangers ready to kill him or your brother who has only ever been good to you and everyone you know (or at least, you've rationalized his behavior to believe that's the truth, lied to your self enough that you believe it)?

This isn't to trivialize what you went through or excuse real life cases of people who deny heinous acts. This is simply to say, I feel like anyone who hates Mystique isn't engaging with the entirety of the story I'm telling. I understand, though, that this could be because of a defensive reaction and I don't mean to put any blame on someone who might be feeling that way. This is a complicated topic and its possible for neither party to be the bad guy in this situation.

[mayday-jd]

alr I lied I gotta talk about smth else quickly

• so remember when I mentioned branch's reaction to the country song when they entered lonesome flats??

yeah now let's talk about how poppy reacted

poppy hears the song then concludes that the country trolls are miserable and don't know how to have fun

and what better way to make them have fun?? force them to listen to pop music.

cough cough barb parallels COUGH

ofc that doesn't work the country trolls are appalled by their pop medley

all of them... except for hickory

I think poppy was drawn to hickory because he was the only one that seemed to along with what she had to say without any complaints basically he said what she wanted to hear so she trusted him wholeheartedly

now let's actually get into my favorite part of this movie

• I LOVE THE FUNK TROLLS HOLY FUCKING SHIT

I don't think you need a genius to figure out that these are black folks LIKE LOOK AT THEM AND LISTEN TO THE QUEEN ESSENCE

guys the vas of the royal funk family are all black. ik maybe doesn't mean anything BUT MAYBE IT DOES ALR

anyways no matter what race the funk trolls may be they still play such an important role in this movie and let me tell y'all why and how

thru their encounter with the funk trolls, our pop trolls duo (yeah biggie left) learn three important things :

- differences do matter, they're a part of our identity and it would be wrong to ignore them

- even with those differences and origins, trolls still can be multiple/different things (ex.: cooper who says that he's pop AND funk, prince d who identifies as a hip pop troll which is not on poppy's outdated ass map)

- yeah that story poppy heard from the pop trolls' perspective?? yeah no that's not how it actually happened

explained beautifully by anderson .paak's song, the pop trolls stole all the strings, used them to make their kind of music and cut out the other trolls from the music scene

in the words of prince d

"That's just the story cut out and glued by the winners"

AND YES THAT'S HISTORY FOR YA

different retellings, stories of what happened from another pov because guess which perspective you read from the history books?? the winners.

poppy hears all this and y'all idk if it's because poppy's voiced by anna kendrick but this is where all I could think about of was white saviour complex

because this girl is still all about uniting all trolls so they'll live in harmony and yes it comes from a good place but she's just not getting it and fucking hell 😭

she does get the message at the end of the movie after finally meeting barb and speaking of her....

• barb is awful and that's what makes her a great character

as we all know barb's plan is so "unite" all troll nations under the rule of hard rock which is not uniting that's just assimilation

where poppy's desire for every troll to live together in harmony all united by music, barb's comes from a sense of superiority and maybe even pity

evident by every moment she steals a string, barb comments on the other trolls' music with insults which justifies why their music isn't real music while hers is

what's funny is that barb and poppy are very similar

they both really want to prove themselves as good queens, they desire for all trolls to be united and, even if poppy won't admit it, they both see their music as superior tho that degree of superiority is very different

where the similarities end are that barb doesn't want everyone around her to say what she wants to hear, she wants ppl to be real to her, meanwhile poppy refuses to hear anyone else's voice because it's different from hers

which leads to another difference between the two, poppy learns to listen to others because

"A real queen listens." (both said by her and branch)

now let's talk about that finale shall we??

[mur-art]

Oooo, you have Jefferson hcs? I'd love to hear them if you're comfortable with that (not forced)

I definitely haven’t thought about this too much /s

TL;DR I feel like he’d be a great one-off character for the Table purely for comedic value. Dude is pathetic and his antics and attempts to convince others of his legitimate (totally legitimate, he swears) statehood would be hilarious.

Some art and HCs under the cut.

@freshwolfhell has lots of good Jeff HCs as well! A lot of these are the results of our discussions!

TW Discussion of weed (ofc) and other drugs

I forgot if I posted this one or not; again, credit to @freshwolfhell for inspiring this silly comic.

-As the comic above implies, Jeff is sometimes the definition of political “horseshoe theory”; coming to agree with certain progressive/liberal values not because he understands them or agrees with them, but for his own completely unhinged reasons.

-Dude smokes so much weed. He’s just constantly surrounded by a haze. He also struggles with addictions to some harder drugs.

-He’s a hardcore conspiracy theorist. There aren’t many conspiracy theories he DOESN’T believe in, even ones that seemingly contradict each other.

-He lives in an RV deep in the forest. The RV is covered in moss and hasn’t been moved in at least 20 years. It’s at the end of a dirt road that’s impassable when it rains. He rarely leaves, but when he does, he drives an old beat up Subaru with a hundred somewhat contradictory political bumper stickers.

-He managed to rig up a setup for TV and shitty internet, but he’s very much stuck in the past technology-wise. He still rents DVDs and listens to the radio. His favorite pastime is listening to true crime or conspiracy podcasts, and/or watching news stories about how much California sucks.

-He may or may not frequently get mistaken for some type of cryptid.

-He used to work in the logging industry and he feels a lot of resentment at California and the “environmentalists,” who, in his opinion, ruined his life by lobbying against the industry, leading to the downfall of so many of “his” towns and plunging him into poverty. He’s extremely bitter about this, as well as every other wrong (imagined or real) committed by California and Oregon against him. (Just like California) He keeps receipts. He writes down everything in a journal, and takes it with him everywhere.

-He lets his resentment and anger control him. Instead of trying to better his own situation or trying to get along with others, he places the blame for his own failures on everyone else.

-A lot of his resentment and anger is (perhaps misplaced) jealousy. Of California. Of the other cities and regions of California who have (in his mind) everything he never had. Of the other states, who are recognized as such and the honor that brings. Of course he’d never admit this.

-He’s convinced in his own mind that he’s a real state, and has been for decades, and that everyone else is actively conspiring to hide that fact.

-In an attempt to to gain support, he’s gone to the other “misfits” in the nation like Puerto Rico, Hawai’i, and Maryland. Each attempt has backfired spectacularly, as he’s not exactly culturally or racially aware, and ended up saying some offensive shit to them.

-He tries to call both California and Oregon every Thursday to remind them that he’s a state, but they’ve long since blocked him on every form of communication. So he’s gone back to writing letters. They’re long-winded, filled with spelling errors, and list (in great detail) every grievance that Jeff has with both of them. He never gets a response, but he continues to send them.

-He also writes letters to various other California and Oregon cities— nasty, threatening letters if he hates them (San Francisco) or vague attempts to make friends if he likes/admires them (Bakersfield).

-He has a whole ass arsenal of guns. He is absolutely NOT a responsible gun owner. He should probably not be trusted with any type of weapon, not even a kitchen knife.

-He’s a self-proclaimed “survivalist.” He knows how to forage for food and he does eat a lot of wild blackberries and fish he caught himself. However, all the ramen and candy he eats on a regular basis might be hard to find during the apocalypse…

In conclusion, he (not California, as he claims) is his own worst enemy. He lets his legitimate feelings of betrayal and isolation burn out of control and rule his life. He’s lonely and bitter and he’s constantly seeking the kind of validation he never receives.

Also, here’s a playlist for this asshole. Mostly just vibes.

[halcyon-writings]

“i think we’re friends now.” “God, don’t say that.” with Childe or maybe Wanderer :3c

ngl i was really debating on who to use this prompt for, but ultimately decided on wanderer, the murderous meow meow.

notes: the reader isn't the traveler, they have a vision, but I didn't specify details about the element/weapon so go crazy ig, i’m trying not to like, give wanderer a specific name bc he's got like 8 at least and then there’s the customizable names, the prompt is from the enemies to lovers midpoint list, so ofc, yall aren't gonna be besties (or possibly more) 100%, but it’s a start

nav.

When the Traveler asked for your help in occasionally joining them as they moved across Teyvat, you did not think that you would be actively fighting life-sized mushrooms on top of that.

The creatures, while cute from afar, were far more dangerous up close, especially for someone who either did not have a vision or did not have any sort of combat training. Although you can't help but almost feel bad as one of the many mushrooms you had fought squeaked in pain, coming into contact with your own attacks.

You feel a strong wind coming nearby and you scowl. Because not only do mushrooms move past you, you have to dig your feet into the ground, lest you be blown away by the wind's strength. Your surprised expression immediately morphs into a scowl, of course, of fucking course.

Laughter is heard before you see him, "Ah, hello to you too."

You're tempted at making an obscene gesture, but instead, smile tightly, because you know that he'll like the attention.

"Well, I'm glad that what you lack in height is made up for in your strength."

But your enjoyment the anger on his face is short lived. As you hear the angry squeaks coming from the fungi, you grab his sleeve, and with some force (maybe a little bit exaggerated, since he easily stumbles, although that could be since he was taken off guard).

Despite his protests, at least he thanks you.

The Traveler and Paimon watching this, look silently towards one another with a shared look that is of purely pained understanding, back to you both now sharing friendly banter, then turning back to share the same look again. The pair mutually agreed on one thing: you both were hopeless.

The afternoon continues as normal, or at least as normal as it can be whilst hunting mushrooms and other beasts that made Sumeru their abode. You were currently enjoying one of the pita sandwiches that the Traveler had brought along. Using the giant tree behind you as a way to shade yourself. The rustle of grass beside you has you peering from the wanderer at the corner of your eye. “I didn’t think you’d deign yourself to sitting among the rest of us,” You say thoughtfully after swallowing your food. (Seeing as how he would usually head off on his own, even with the breaks that everyone else took.)

He sniffs derisively, “Seeing you laze about reminded me that taking breaks is good too. Can’t have you working too hard.”

You make a face at his expression, far too pleased with himself for your liking.

“Oh why thank you, honorable wanderer. Are you sure it’s not because you missed my presence that much you wanted to sit next to me?”

He doesn’t answer, and for a moment you think you possibly could have gone too far, before you take a closer look at this wanderer.

Oh my... He was smiling! A part of yourself feels giddy yet proud at this new reaction. For the amount of time you had joined the traveler’s expeditions, this was the first time you saw anything close to a real smile. Most of the time you had shared disdain for one another.

“...I suppose, you are not the most intolerable.” He shrugs, making a point to observe the giant tree above you both.

You grin, akin to a cat that caught the canary, “I think we’re friends now.”

“God, don’t say that,” He says, yet continues to move to sit next to you.

Still, you laugh quietly to yourself.

[haysprite]

can we hear some of your headcanons about frank :)

OMG YES !!! I feel like my interpretation of him is like really different than other people's, but its finnnneee :o) Also there's a lot so brace yourself 👍 I also wanted to focus more on just him this time around since I've already done a HC dump about him and Julie !

• AuDHD also go brrr (I’ll be real I’ve hit all four of em with this lmfao)

• Has a really high pain tolerance! He could break a bone or somethin and literally try to walk it off despite the other’s protests. 

• ON THE OTHER HAND THO, he is PATHETIC when it comes to getting sick (which isn’t often, but that means it hits him HARD when he does). Talk about man colds fr 🙏 The other three tend to make fun of him for this, but Julie still takes care of him cause she finds it a bit funny and wants to help her silly bf out.

• Absolutely loves being the center of attention, so he defo tries to impress anyone around him

• He really did enjoy playing basketball and being on Fairview’s team! He didn’t really get along with most of his team, but he was pretty good at the sport and being on the court was sometimes freeing for him. Was also a p good excuse to stay away from home.

• Dropped out of school early into his senior year, punching that referee was simply his final straw

• During the car ride to Ormond, he defo tried to run away while Clive was stopped to get some gas, but got caught pretty quickly. Frank may be strong, but Clive was stronger, and managed to force him back into the car. The rest of the ride was pretty silent after this

• Absolutely loves hoodies and jackets, and is rarely seen without one (whether he’s wearing it or just has it on hand). They’re just comfy, what can I say

• Loves the thrill of fights, which he gets into a bit more often than he probably should. Also tends to be the one to throw the first punch.

• He is NOT a morning person whatsoever. It takes him forever to finally drag his ass out of bed. He’s more of a night person, both for the peacefulness and because there’s more potential to cause some mayhem without getting caught.

• Though he’s the leader of the Legion, most of the plans and ideas come from Julie and Joey, since they actually like to think plans through unlike Frank, who will jump straight into something without giving it a second thought. He’s got zero impulse control lets be fr

• Hates the quiet, he either has to have music playing or be talking to somebody or else he just feels uncomfortable

• Has quite a few tattoos, though the only one ever really visible is the one on his neck. Got his first tattoo at 15 and loved the rush he got from getting one. I feel like he got his neck tattoo right before being dragged to Ormond at (roughly) 17. He had to be sneaky about getting them, ofc, but he’s always been pretty good at faking IDs and lying about his age (hence why he’s able to get his hands on alcohol n shit p easily).

• He’s a bit of a flirt, having a pretty charming nature to him, which he defo uses to his advantage when he needs to get out of sticky situations

• Not trusted behind the steering wheel, so Julie or Joey are always the ones to drive everyone places, which he’s a bit annoyed by, but he got over it eventually

• Has a lil collection of random trinkets he’s saved throughout his life, like things he’s stolen from every foster home he’s been through, random shit he’s found on the ground, gifts given to him by his friends, etc

• Whenever he was relocated, he would ALWAYS research as much as he possibly could about where he was being sentenced to. He found the history behind certain places really interesting, especially if there were any murders or creepy shit involved, and it also helped him plan out ways to get out of there as quickly as possible.

• Absolutely hates Clive with the PASSION. He did nothing but ignore Frank, no matter how hard he tried to get his attention. Frank picked a lot of verbal fights with him, some of them almost escalating into something physical, but Clive wasn’t afraid to fight back and stopped each fight pretty quickly.

• Got kicked out about half a year after turning 18, but he didn’t really care since he basically lived at the lodge anyway. Just meant he was finally free from living with Clive permanently

• He has a funny older brother / younger sister relationship with Susie. They’ll do shit like yelling at each other from across the lodge about what kind of pizza they should get, or walking into the room the other is in only to stand there silently before turning off the lights and BOOKING it. They annoy each other a lot, but they do it out of love (platonic obv) lmfao

• He and Joey do stupid shit like wrestling, arm wrestling, or straight up fights to see who’s stronger. Despite Frank being the one to initiate most of these, Joey wins a good 90% of the time unless he’s really caught off guard.

• Would do literally anything for Julie <3 He is so pathetically in love with her. I feel like Susie bugged him a lot about this before he and Julie started dating, calling him out whenever she caught him staring at Julie for too long or just teasing him about it

• Is REALLY bad at comforting his friends when they’re feelin down, but he tries his best 👍 It’s either him threatening to kick the ass of whoever made them upset, or just being silent and letting them vent cause he doesn’t really know how to respond

• Got super excited when he found out Julie also loved slasher films and learning about serial killers, and was really happy about finally having someone to talk about this shit with. They have movie nights a lot where they watch stupid slasher films for sure !

• It takes a lot to calm him down when he’s angry. Though his friends are sometimes able to help, most of the time they have to leave him be and let him punch or break some shit to release his anger.

• He always feels really bad whenever he blows up at one of his friends, he just struggles with actually apologizing about it. Julie is helping him a lot with this, and even though progress is slow, he’s slowly learning and getting better at it

[sunnyie-eve]

11 | Alive

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: near death experience, little soft Rafe

MASTERLIST

Going to school Kie gives them all a ride and they could feel everyone staring at them as they walk into school.

While in their history class, all four of their phones went off. They all look to see they got a text from an unknown number. JJ and Callie get up from their seats sneaking over to Kie and Pope to look at the message.

They all hold out their phones to see a picture of John B and Sarah. JJ rushes out of the class room first with Callie following then Kie then Pope. Out in the courtyard Kie texts the number to make sure it was actually them so John B talks about JJ making them all happy their friends are still alive.

After school the four talk about how to clear John B's name so he can come home. JJ had the smart idea to kidnap Rafe and threaten him till he tells the truth.

"So how exactly do you plan on clearing John B's name from a prison cell? Because that's a felony, hon." Callie give him a look.

"All right, well, what do you got, cupcake? I was just trying to keep it simple. You know, one stop, and we're done."

"All we need is a material witness. We saw Ward's plane fly right over our heads with the gold inside of it. He didn't fly it. If somebody else flew, they were there in the tarmac. They saw Peterkin get murdered. We just have to find whoever that was an get them to confess on record." Pope tells the three.

"How do we do that?" Kie asks him.

"A little light espionage." Pope tells her.

"A little ghost recon." JJ says before they all Woogity-woogity.

The plan was to plant a phone in the car belonging to Ward's pilot, who saw everything and knows the truth. "Don't do anything dangerous." Kie tells Pope as he gets out of the car.

"Come on. I'm not JJ." He gets out.

"Funny, Pope." JJ tells him.

"It was though." Callie give him a smile so he flicks her.

"How's it been going, you know, with Pope and all?" JJ asks Kie.

"It's good. How are you two?" Kie asks not looking back at them.

"What?" They both say together.

"You know what I mean." She smiles to herself as they look at each other.

"Good. Umm, in the bedroom, is he, like, kinda freaky, cause it's Pope, you know?" JJ says making both girls look at him.

"Why are you asking? Want me to ask about you two in bed?"

"No, I was just curious. Just spitballing." He tells her.

"You don't need to spitball so stop, please." Callie looks out the window. When Pope got back he was confused why it was so quiet and awkward in the car, "JJ spitballing but we're all good." Callie gives him a smile as he looks back at them.

Later at night sitting outside the house still, Kiara calls the man, whose name is Gavin, and freaks him out by saying she knows Rafe was the real killer. As they hope, Gavin then calls Ward and says he wants to renegotiate their deal. Turns out, he kept the gun that Ward told him to get rid of, and now he wants triple the cash he was promised, plus Ward's plane. As they start to lose signal, Pope gets out running to hide closer to the car to hear the rest of the conversation. So the other three follow to learn he's meeting Ward right now.

The four record Gavin and Ward's meeting. With the meeting quickly turning heated, Ward shoots Gavin in a bid to save his son from imprisonment. Whilst all this occurs, the gun falls down a drain, and Kie screams out to Ward that he's a murderer. Forced to flee from Ward, the recorder gets broken. The four argue who was to blame, but had Kie not shouted 'Murderer', they wouldn't have been forced to rush off.

When the cops show up, Shoupe couldn't do anything since there was no body there. And when they explained everything, the truth, he couldn't believe them as they beg him to listen to them.

-

The next day the four search where the north drain gets washed into the gully. Pope and Kie slightly flirt about saving the environment making JJ look at Callie, "Do you want us to leave you two alone, or what's going on?"

"Just pick up the trash." Pope throws a roll at him.

"JJ, if you keep asking questions about us I'm going to do the same back. So are you two dating or just hooking up for fun?" Kie smiles at the two making Pope turn to look at the two as well.

"Excuse me?" Callie laughs.

"I saw the faint hickeys on you, and the faint scratches on your back." Kiara tells the two so JJ and Callie look at each other.

"It's none of your business. Now let me pick up trash." JJ groans.

After finding nothing they come up with the idea that it's still somewhere in the drain. The boys were too scared to do it so the girls look at each other while the guys rambled.

"You crawled through the hole last time..." Kie tells her.

"Yeah, but if you don't want to go, I will. I don't mind. I've already been through a hole and down in a well with a dead guy so." Callie sighs.

"If you volunteer, okay. Next time, I'll take something, I promise." Kie tells her with a smile.

"I'll do it." Callie steps forward.

"Be careful." JJ places his hand on her lower back so she nods her head getting down to crawl, "Holler if you need anything, okay. We'll holler back."

"Hopefully there's no dead guys this time." She tells him as she keeps going.

"So what are you two?" Pope asks JJ.

"Now isn't the time, Pope. You too, Kie." JJ huffs.

"I should have made Kie do this." Callie groans to herself as she keeps going forward. "Still nothing!" She lets the three know.

"It's probably at the bottom of the catch basin." Pope tells her.

When Callie gets there she looks around in the water and Kiara was at the exit keeping an eye out while the boys talked privately about the girls.

"I don't know what's worse to be honest. This or the well. Probably this." Callie talks to herself still feeling around and finds a dead animal. "You guys, there's something dead in here!" Callie whines.

"Like a person!" Pope asks.

"Thankfully no!" She says but they didn't hear her clearly.

"Don't touch it!" Kie shouts out to her.

"Yeah, that's how you get worms!" JJ adds.

"Did you find the gun? Is it Gavin?" Pope asks her.

"What is it? Is it Gavin?" JJ asks as well, "Just don't touch it! Unless...Is it a gun? Do you see the gun?"

"It's not a person and no gun yet! You also owe me for life because I regret volunteering!" Callie shouts back not having any idea what Rafe was doing above.

Technically he thought it was just JJ, Pope and Kie in the sewer. He didn't even think of Callie being down there alone.

The sound of water rushing makes Callie's eyes widen but look for the gun faster, "Guys!" She calls out making them tell her to get out but she didn't have time. She climbs the ladder once she finds the gun in the water, "Shit!" She starts to panic.

The three run to the street to see if there was a manhole they could get to help Callie, "Please! Guys! JJ! Help! I'm over here!" She puts her fingers through the holes hoping they will see her, "Please!" She cries out as they run over to her. "The water is coming up! Pull, pull it." She tell the three as the water was up to her neck.

The three groan pulling on it but is wasn't moving, "Hurry! Hurry!" Kie shouts putting all her strength into it.

"Please hurry! Please! JJ! JJ! Please! Guys!" Callie begs them in tears, "Kie! Pope!" She watches them struggle as she runs out of breathing room, "JJ!" Her head goes under water as it flows onto the street and they finally get it off.

Callie gets out gasping for air coughing bending over on her hands and knees, "You're okay... Are you okay? Please tell me you're okay." JJ moves to her wrapping his arms around her which surprisingly helps calm her down some since she felt safe in his arms.

"I'm okay thanks to you guys." She tells him as he lets go of her relived, "Was this what we were looking for?" Callie pulls out the gun making them happy and have a group hug going to go Shoupe.

Taking the gun to the Sheriff, and telling him the truth all other again, they are quickly thrown out of his office. "Peterkin, is screaming at you from the other side telling you to listen to us." Callie glares at him as she walks out of the office.

Callie heads home to wash up and JJ was going to swing by his place to get some clothes then will be over.

"What the hell happened to you?" Scarlett sees her daughter walk into the house.

"Went for a swim in the sewers and got flushed out so I almost drowned but my friends saved me." She smiles, "Now, I'd like a shower." She heads upstairs to take one.

After her shower Callie walks into her room to see Rafe sitting on her bed, "What the hell do you want? I told them both to not let you into this house."

"They didn't, you did." Rafe gives her a smile, "You're window is unlocked." He look over at it.

"So you're breaking into my house? Adding a new one to the long list of things you are, a Burglar." Callie forces a smile.

"Did your friends get the gun from the sewers? You know before getting flushed out?"

Callie tilts her head, "How would you know we were down there and got flushed out?" She watches him start to smile, "You turned on the water?"

"Maybe. I mean I didn't want them getting the gun."

"Well, I got it and we took it to Shoupe." She tells him and his brows get closer.

"You got it?" He asks confused.

"Yeah, you tried drowning me. I was the only one in there looking for the gun." She lets him know, "So I would appreciate it if you left the way you came in and never come back."

"I didn't even think it through you were down there." Rafe runs his fingers through his hair.

"Like that would make a difference?" Callie laughs.

"It would've actually, Callie. I wouldn't have done it if I knew it was just you." He raises his voice.

"Why do you act like you care about me because I know it's bullshit. But I actually have to thank you for flushing me out because I wouldn't have gotten the gun without you."

"I don't act like I do... because I do. I don't know why but I do, Callie. I keep trying to figure it out." Rafe stands up so Callie steps back to keep distance between them.

"Please, just leave Rafe. For me, go home." Callie sighs begging him.

He just nods his head climbing back out the window, "I'm sorry." He leaves her actually meaning it.

Once he was gone, Callie goes over to her window locking it and closing her curtains before falling back onto her bed. Some time passes before JJ walks in through the door with wet hair.

"Sorry, I took a shower at home." JJ lays down next to her, "You okay?" He stares at her.

"Yeah...no. I'm thinking about earlier." She rolls over to face him, "I thought I was going to drown right there in front of you guys." Her eyes starts to tear up.

"I was terrified of losing you." He pulls her into his chest as tears roll down her cheek, "I thought I was going to lose you." He places his lips to her head so she leans her head back giving him a kiss.

[tired-sky-lian]

Hero of the Dreaming Worlds, Ravio and Hero of The Waking World, Link.

Mirrored counterparts from Lorule and Hyrule respectively. The game would take place a majority of the time in Lorule, following Dreamer/Ravio. It would follow Ravio as he beings to learn of all the corruption festering within Lorule, and how its also affecting his Princess Hilda, who he's sworn to guard as her personal knight. He, in an act of desperation, uses his magic to brute force his way into the Spirit Realm where he uses the Lorulian Triforce to ask for the Goddesses help. This... *doesn't go as he had planned*. The Goddesses take everyone from Lorule and basically trap them all within three different Dream Realms. So now he's all alone. In Lorule. And the only other thing around is Ganon and his malice infecting the world. He hears the voice of another Goddess in his head, Lolia (Lorule's Hylia ofc) and she tells him to make his way to the Sword Of Dreams, draw it, and she'll... *summon someone to help*. It takes him a while to get there because of all the monsters jacked up on rage who won't actually *die* and all the Lorulian technology just keep trying to *Kill Him*, ***Lolia I could use some fucking help here***. He gets to the sword placed in a pedestal in the middle of a garden and he wastes *no* time in pulling it out. At the same time, this bright ass light appears and another person falls right on top of him, oh shit it's Awake/Link!!! They take a bit to introduce themselves and Ravio apologizes for a good solid ten minutes before he realizes Link has the Hylian Divine Blade, the Master Sword! Link can actually fucking kill things and purge Ganons malice from everything and Ravio can just breathe for a few minutes. Together, they get to Ganon, and Ravio in a fit of his own spite and rage, uses the Sword of Dreams to subject Ganon to waking nightmares for everything he's done to Lorule. As the guy writes on the ground, Link is just.. "Ravi? Do you need a hug? A glass of milk? A kissie on the top of the head?"

They have a good hug, Link reassures Ravio that everything will be fine after Ganon is gone again. Together, they raise the Master Sword, and if it burns Ravio's hand a little bit he doesn't mention it, as they strike the blade between the Gerudo's shoulder blades.

After Link dissappears back to Hyrule in a shower of golden light, Ravio is alone in the final battle room, covered in his own blood and Ganons and Links. He's not really used to this whole "fighting a great evil" thing so he just kinda walks home(hah, home. His room in the castle.) and promptly passes the fuck out on his bed. It isn't until a few hours after he wakes up that he realizes that the world is still so quiet and *fuck everyone's still trapped in the fucking dream worlds.* ***Are you fucking kidding me.***

So Ravio has to find a way to get into where the Goddesses has trapped the rest of the lolians and it really does take him a little longer than it should to think of their temples with worship springs in them. He breaks his way through because there isn't anyone around who can keep him out and he makes his way through the first temple to find the spring of the Goddess of Wisdom. And as he places his sword in the pedestal in the spring, something glows on the back of his hand. Oh wow, has that been there this entire time? Maybe. He's got the Triforce of Wisdom!

Now, he has to venture inside of the Dream Worlds.

Inside the Dream Worlds, he has to fight off monsters called Nightmares and convince the Goddesses to let the Lorulians go back to their homes in the real world, no matter how amazing the Dream Worlds are and no matter how carefree everyone can be. They need to back to their own lives in the real world. The Goddesses are all like "Wait a second, you *wanted* this. You *wished* for this. Why are you trying to take it back now." He has to admit he couldn't save everyone when Ganon was around and he was too much of a coward to do much else than beg for divine intervention. He gathers pieces of the Triforce back every time he returns to Lorule from one of their dream worlds. In the Spirit Realm, as he reverts everything back to normal as the Triforce reforms, he can distantly see, if he looks down through the glassy floor, another golden Triforce. He returns sometimes to the Spirit world after he realizes this is the only connection he'll ever have to Link. He never sees him again. Ravio goes back to normal life as personal knight and newly appointed advisor to her grace Princess Hilda. The other Royals and Lords don't like him because he keeps undermining their schemes to exploit more money or land from her highness. He's attacked and sedated one day one of the more temperamental lords, Ghyrheim who *sews his mouth shut*. Hilda cuts the strings herself the next day because neither of them trust the castle doctors yet, which ends up leaving scars all around his mouth. He takes to wearing a mask around in public after that.

[And now, from the top]

Link/Awake is the sole Heir to a small fortune and the lordship title from his parents, who died a few years ago. The Haten manor not to far from the beach was his once he reached the age to claim it. Princess Zelda is holding the keys hostage to keep him in the castle because they've been roming the castle together since they were toddlers. He gets the same tutors as Zelda and they eat at the same dining table with the King. Link does sneak around the castle with Zelda sometimes while they were young children, watching the knights and practicing sparring in her quarters with hidden legs of one of her old dressers. It wasn't until he was 15, sneaking into the royal guard caravans that he found himself somewhere outside of castle town. They were escorting someone with dirty blonde hair in lose tunics to somewhere in the middle of deep forests. It isn't until they get to the Master Sword's pedestal that he realizes that the dirty blonde man is probably also named Link and they're here to see if he's the Hero of the era. The man tries to pull the sword, to no avail, and all the guards sign and turn back around and the man in heartbroken. Link watches as they all turn to leave and, very slowly, he drifts into the treeline until everyone else is gone. If he's wrong, he doesn't want anyone else to see this.

He pulls the sword, and in a blinding light, he's somewhere else. He's holding the Master Sword, he's wearing royal guard armor on top of his lounge wear, and there's an extremely haggard looking kid with dark purple hair, bags under his eyes, cuts and bruises and he's *bleeding*, but he's looking at Link in relief. Then Link realizes he's holding the Master Sword, *Then he realizes he has no idea where he is.* He plays 21 questions with this Ravio guy who's very literally the same age as him (same birthday, who knew?) And he finds out that this entire world is empty because of *Ganon*. Holy shit he never thought he'd see the guy in person because all the stories of his are *fucking terrifying*, but here he goes, he guesses.

He follows Ravio, who is *fucking amazing* with that sword which looks so cool, btw. They watch eachothers backs, and Link's pulls up the most fake bravado and courage he can because Ravio looks like he's going to shatter if one more thing goes wrong right now and Link definitely just wants to help him. Most of the minor monsters they have to face are quickly dispatched by Ravio who sends them into waking nightmares with his blade and Link quickly learns how to purge corruption with the Master Sword which is kinda cool.

They face Ganon.

Link almost throws up.

Ravio is outsmarting the scariest monster in the universe and Link barely gets some swipes in before Ganon falls to his own nightmares from a seething Ravio. And wow, the guy is going through a lot right now, and given the moment to breathe, Link makes Ravio look him in the eyes as they breathe. Just for a bit. Link hurts, he was thrown across the room a while ago, he's pretty sure he's got a few broken ribs, but Ravio needs grounding. They look down to Ganon. Link offers the Master Sword to Ravio, because the guy could really use it and kill him for all he's done to Lorule, but Ravio just curls his hand around both the handle and Link's hand and together they seal Ganon's soul back into the blade. Link doesn't have long and he can feel his body getting lighter but he rushed forwards to hug Ravio anyways.

When he gets home, most of his armor is gone, he's bloody and bleeding, and there are tears on his shoulder.

He makes it back to the castle after wondering in the forest for a while, the Master Sword hanging from his back, and he's barely two steps inside the castle walls when he's tackled by Zelda who looks likes she's been pulling her hair out for weeks.

He gets patched up and nothing really happens for a while. He's officially recognized by Hyrule Castle as the Knight who Seals The Darkness and he doesn't really want to mention how he's already killed Ganon because *Lorule feels like such a dream*, so everyone's nerves are on high end waiting for an attack by anyone. Any evil sorcerer or person from another dimension, or someone with a grudge against the Kingdom or Royal Family, but nothing really happens for weeks. Link gets formal training and life moves on. He does visit the spirit realm sometimes, and just below his feet he can see another Triforce, but no reflection kof himself. He thinks Ravio would be down there if he was real.

It isn't until a year later that shit starts getting real again.

Link gets attacked by his own fucking shadow, which, what the absolute fuck. It leaves his room in the castle a mess and all the guards on high alert. Link is hesitant to fight his own Shadow because *one* that shouldn't be happening in the first place, and *two* his shadow looks.. well, familiar. Which makes sense because he's sees that face in the mirror every morning... but it's also. It just. Well, it could just be that he misses the guy but his own fucking Shadow reminds him of Ravio. He wonders how he's doing. (He's clawing at thick cords laced through his skin).

He keeps fighting the Shadow and sometimes the shadows of the other guards or random civilians and it really feels like the world is out to get him for a while there. He meets his Shadow who's planning on merging this world with another and it isn't until the guy starts fucking explaining things that Link realizes the guy is trying to combine this world with Lorule is order to retrieve Ganons corpse and also something called a Demon Blade. It hurts because Ravio was *real*, Lorule *exists*, and he can't fucking go see him because this Shadow is trying to get Things on Ravios end. And while they're fighting, Link does realize that the Shadow really is *his* Shadow because it screams "*Don't you want to see him again?*" in his distraction, his sword arm is loped off. He grabs the Master Sword with his right and seals his shadow away.

Princess Zelda finds him in the Temple of Time, the Master Sword placed in the pedestal still covered in blood and something black, and Link only half conscious, crying, and missing a fucking arm.

He learns how to use his right hand to fight, how to write, how to button his shirt with only one hand. It takes a while but he's not helpless. He practices writing again by writing letters to someone he will never see ever again.

[drabbles-mc]

Better Now (1)

Eddie Munson x OFC (Casey Cunningham)

Summary: Just because his name was cleared legally, doesn’t mean that life got any easier for Eddie Munson in the wake of the Vecna Killings. Despite being innocent in the eyes of the law, it’s obvious that Hawkins doesn’t really believe what they’d been told by the police, but Eddie knows that they’d believe the truth even less. He doesn’t care what most people think, he never has, but when he comes face-to-face with Chrissy Cunningham’s older sister, he realizes that there is at least one person in town that he needs to make amends with, needs to know that they know he wouldn’t ever hurt Chrissy.

Better Now/Stranger Things Masterlist

Warnings: light angst, language

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: This is my first time ever writing for Stranger Things, and by extension, Eddie, so please go easy on me! I finished season 4 today and immediately decided that I needed to buckle down and start writing. This is going to be a series, how long of one I’m not sure. I love hearing people’s thoughts, though, so feel free to comment or even send me asks/messages about it! Also, if you’ve never read for any of my other fandoms before, please note that canon only matters when I want it to hahaha

Stranger Things Taglist: @garbinge​​ (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

Things in Hawkins weren’t good, per se, but they were better than they had been. Although one could argue that that wasn’t really saying much. The rage had died off for the most part, but the tension remained. People got answers that they were willing to accept for the sake of moving on with their lives, but the grudges born out of the series of murders that had taken place still remained. No one had their pitchforks and shotguns out anymore, but it was still a topic that people avoided unless they were looking for an argument, looking to get loud.

The last thing that Eddie Munson wanted these days was an argument. He was finally able to go out in public without guaranteed confrontation, but he worked very hard to make as little eye contact with people as possible. He could still feel the stares, but unless he made a spectacle of himself, most people left him alone now. It was difficult knowing that people would believe the actual truth even less than the lie that Hawkins PD and the FBI fed everyone, but Eddie still wished that they knew. He gave up the hope of people ever finding out now, though, taking the little win of no longer being on the run and wanted by the whole town for murders that he had nothing to do with.

He had offered just about everything for his uncle not to force him to go to the store. The grocery list wasn’t that long, and Eddie all but begged the man to go instead, Eddie would even chip in extra. His uncle was adamant though, exhausted from an unexpected double-shift. So there Eddie was, standing in the bread aisle with a crumpled-up sheet of paper clutched tight in his hand.

He was just about to reach and finally grab a loaf of bread when he heard a voice from the past from the other end of the aisle. His eyes grew wide as he turned to look, and, sure enough, there she was—Casey Cunningham.

The last time the two of them had had anything resembling a real conversation was well over a year ago. He’d seen her in passing when she came home from college, if they ended up at the same gas station they’d say a quick hello in passing, but that was the extent of it. Despite growing up in the same small town, despite the fact that Eddie was supposed to graduate the same year as her, close friendship had just never been in the cards. She was never cruel to him, though, not like everyone else. She and her sister had that in common.

But Eddie had only caught fleeting glimpses of Casey since her sister died. She came home after it happened, of course, but between being on the run and getting dragged into the police station, Eddie really hadn’t had much time to try and talk to her, to offer whatever condolences would’ve been appropriate. He wondered if Casey blamed him like everyone else did. She hadn’t tried to hunt him down and gut him like the rest of the town, which was promising, but he also didn’t think that she had a violent bone in her body even on her worst day.

That didn’t mean that he was ready to talk to her, though.

He pushed the cart quickly, the need for bread long forgotten as the loaf fell to the floor and he tried to quickly make his way around the endcap of the aisle and out of her line of sight. He didn’t risk looking back over his shoulder to see if she was watching him, wasn’t ready to see if anger filled her usually warm and inviting brown eyes.

Getting his cart enough into the next aisle over to not be blocking the way, Eddie tried to strategize and plan an escape route. He had too much in his cart to just leave it without causing an issue for some poor kid working there who already didn’t get paid enough to be dealing with the general population of Hawkins as it was. If he moved fast enough, he could cash out and book it to his van hopefully before Casey also finished shopping. But he had to be somewhat calm and collected about it or people were going to start to give him looks, start to cause problems for him. And that’s exactly what he was trying to avoid.

Taking a deep breath, he gripped the bar of the shopping cart and was about to push when he heard someone else’s cart roll to a stop behind him. His blood went cold in his veins and he knew without looking back over his shoulder exactly who it was.

“You dropped this,” she pushed her cart and stopped so that the two of them were right next to each other, a small, awkward smile on her face.

Eddie’s entire body felt shaky, like it was taking every ounce of effort to not sprint down the aisle away from her. She looked just as beautiful as she had when she had graduated. Her hair was longer now, much longer, and it looked even redder now if that was even possible. Although Eddie wondered if it was the adrenaline in his system making things seem different than they actually were. Her big doe eyes were looking at him, not through him, and he didn’t know what to do with that.

“Did I?” an awkward chuckle slipped out of him as he reached to accept the bread from her, hoping that she wouldn’t notice the tremble in his ringed fingers, “Didn’t notice.”

She tilted her head, finding herself fighting the urge to smile despite the tension and awkward energy of the situation, “I figured. You seemed a bit busy trying to run away from me.”

His heart dropped into his stomach despite the fact that there was still a hint of a smile on her face. His fingers wrapped tightly around the plastic packaging in his hand but he couldn’t quite make himself put it into his cart. He opened and closed his mouth a few times but no words came out. He wished he could make himself say something, anything. Of all the people in the world he owed it to, Casey was at the top of the list.

“I, uh,” he finally got some words out, “I don’t know what you…what you mean.”

“Really?” she crossed her arms over her chest, giving him a disbelieving look, “So it was just a coincidence that right after you saw me you took off in the opposite direction faster than anyone needs to go in a grocery store?”

“Yes,” he nodded, “Total coincidence,” he saw the small smile on her face as she rolled her eyes and continued, “I’ve never avoided you, Casey Cunningham.”

She laughed and made a fake gagging sound, “God, please, don’t call me by my full name. Makes me feel like I’m back in high school again,” she paused, eyes widening when she realized what she said, “Sorry, Eddie, I didn’t mean—”

“No,” he waved off whatever apology she was going to try and give, “Don’t. Third time’s the charm. This is gonna be my year—I can feel it.”

She smiled, giving a nod, “Right.”

There was a brief pause, and then both of them started to speak at once, both of them stopping at the same time as well when they realized they were about to be talking over each other. Quiet, slightly uncomfortable chuckles filled the space between them before silence took over once more. Clearing his throat, Eddie gestured to her, “Ladies first.”

She gave a half-hearted smile but there was a sadness in her eyes that hadn’t been there a few moments before. Raking her fingers back through her hair, she took a deep breath, “I know this isn’t really the place for this,” she gestured vaguely to the store around them, “but I just, I want you to know something, okay?” she waited and she could see it in his eyes that he was expecting the worst, “I…I never…I never believed them. About you, I mean. I never believed that you did those things to anyone, to Chrissy.”

He let out a shaky breath, one he had been holding for much longer than the duration of their conversation. The constricting feeling in his chest lessened ever so slightly as tears pricked the edges of his eyes. He didn’t want to cry in the middle of the grocery store, definitely not in front of Casey Cunningham of all people, but it almost seemed like he wasn’t going to have any say in the matter.

“Um, shit,” he quickly wiped at his eyes as he let out a quiet laugh to try and lighten the mood and cover for himself, “sorry. I mean, thank you. And also,” he paused, really looking at her, “I’m sorry. About Chrissy. About…everything.”

She sucked in a long breath as she gave a nod, “Me too,” there was a long stretch of silence, and rather than trying to force a conversation, Casey attempted to give Eddie the out he had been looking for since the moment he spotted her in the last aisle over, “Well. Don’t forget your bread again,” she offered a lopsided, half-hearted smile before continuing on her way.

Casey got a couple strides away before Eddie managed to get up the guts to speak up, “Casey,” he pushed his cart, closing the distance between them, “I, uh, I know I’m probably not the person you would ever want to talk to about everything. But if you ever want to talk…”

The sadness in her eyes lessened a bit as a soft smile curled her lips, “Thank you, Eddie. I appreciate it.”

“Are you home? For good?”

She shrugged, “For now. I’m not sure what’s next.”

“Right.”

“You should go,” she saw the hurt and shock on his face and she gestured to his cart, “Before your ice cream melts.”

“Right!” he let out a relieved laugh, “Uncle Wayne needs his cookies and cream.”

She cocked one eyebrow, “Yea, I’m sure it’s for your uncle,” she shook her head, “Bye, Eddie Munson.”

He chuckled as he started walking away, “See you around, Casey Cunningham.”

She lagged behind as he walked away. Her heart felt like it was racing inside her chest. For weeks she had been wondering what that conversation was going to be like. She knew that eventually she’d have to see him, have to speak to him. She wondered if she would be able to get the words out, if he would even want to talk to her at all. She wondered if he had ever blamed her for how people treated him, if he thought that she had any part in all of it. She hadn’t. She’d been too busy mourning the death of her sister to be part of the riot-squad against Eddie. And she meant what she said, that she never believed that he was capable of such terrible things. He’d always been a little off-beat, but never hurtful. She wasn’t sure how much she believed what the police had told her and her family about what happened to Chrissy, but just about anything was more believable to her than the thought of the young man who was toying with the shopping list in his hands hurting her baby sister.

It was taking all of the self-control that he had, which wasn’t much, to not look back and see if Casey was still watching him, if she looked like she was alright. He thought that things were going to be so much worse between them. He was fully prepared for her to ream him out in front of everyone, and he wouldn’t have stopped her. He wasn’t expecting the kindness, even if it was duking it out with the sense of awkwardness between them. The jitters in his hands persisted as he fussed with the cart, with the list in his hand, but he couldn’t deny that he felt a little better. He wondered how soon Casey was going to be taking off for school again, or just taking off in general. He never blamed anyone for wanting to get out of Hawkins, but Casey had more reason to want to leave than most. He wondered if he’d see her again, if he’d be able to ask her.

Before walking over to the cash register to finally check out and head back to the trailer, he gave in to the urge to look back down the aisle. He expected to see her shopping, or staring at him, but she was gone. His lips twitched into a frown for a moment before he forced himself to focus back on the task at hand.

[subspencer]

Imagine being in a relationship with subby!Spence and also working at the BAU. One day, someone brings their dog to work and you just kneel down in front of the puppy and start petting him and cooing, 'who's a good boy'.

And Spence who is just returning from the break room with coffee, overhears you and blurts out 'I am!' before realising he's actually at work and in public, and some of the team just heard that. 🥺💕💕💕 Ofc, you'd later tease him at home for it.

wc: 1,130

cw: sub-leaning switch!spencer. fluffy cuteness, then a whole lot of dirty talk. jealousy (from reader). very light breath play (spencer receiving). use of “good boy” and “slut” (both referring to spencer). reader also makes a lighthearted joke about calling spencer their “pet” but it’s not qualified as pet play/puppy kink.

It was a silly little slip-up that could happen to anyone. At least that’s what you tell him.

It was Anderson’s fault; he couldn’t find a dogsitter that day, so he brought in his brand new puppy to the office. Around lunch time, he started showing off all of the new tricks he taught him, and a small crowd had gathered outside of the break room to watch the adorable chocolate-coated labrador bounce around. 

Anderson handed you one of Scrappy’s dog bones and let you try commanding one of the tricks he learned.

“Scrappy, turn over!” you got onto your knees and waved the treat in front of the puppy’s face, and sure enough, he rolled over. “Good job, Scrappy!” you squealed, and at your excitement, the little ball of energy climbed your lap, pawing at your shoulders and licking your face. You giggled, scratching his fur, “Who’s a good boy, Scrappy? Who’s a good boy?” 

Spencer, who missed the entire beginning of that situation, walked right out of the break room just then, taking a sharp left turn. At first, he only saw you, kneeling on the floor with your back to him, as you cooed, “Who’s a good boy?” 

He smiled, giddy inside at hearing the pet name you kept for him in private, and bent down to press a kiss on your cheek, “I am!”

You whipped your head around, jaw dropping at him. “Spence…” you winced.

“What?” he pouted cutely, sticking his bottom lip out exaggeratedly. “I am, aren’t I?” 

Your eyes flicked to the side and he followed. Sure enough, to the right hand side of the door, was a gathering of your colleagues all holding back laughter. Derek’s whole fist was in his mouth to stifle his need to scream out, and Emily’s lip turned white with how hard she bit down on it. Everyone else was in a similar state, and Spencer’s face turned white. 

He spent the entire day unable to live that moment down. Each time he did something, like help Derek find a reference he was looking for or turn in a form to Hotch (yes, even Hotch), he saw them physically restrain themselves from blurting it out to him. Emily and Penelope didn’t even try to hold back. 

On the whole drive home, he kept his head in his hands, silently screaming into his palms as you tried to assure him it wasn’t a big deal. 

By the time you get into bed, he still hasn’t gotten over it. He sat through dinner, read his book, and took his pre-bedtime shower all while thinking about it. And now, he can’t even cuddle you like normal because he’s so wrapped up in the thoughts of every embarrassing thing he’s ever done playing in his head. 

“Spencer,” you complain, wrapping your arms around his waist tighter. He’s neglecting to hold you in return; his eyes are glued to the ceiling. You can tell where his head is at, and groan as you sit up. 

“Spencer, look at me,” you move to straddle his lap, bending over him to bring your face close to his as you cup his cheek. “It’s fine.”

He lets out an incoherent mumble, something you know to be self-pitying, and you ignore it as you start kissing his neck. His words eventually trail off as you begin rolling your hips down on him while nipping at his skin. You smile to yourself, hoping he’s feeling a little better now, but when you look up at his face he’s still pouting with big, sad eyes.

“Aw, baby,” you coo, pecking his pouting lips. “So what if you let our little secret slip today? It’s okay,” you reassure, rubbing your palm over the sides of his torso. “You just wanted everyone to know how good you are for me.” 

You smile, putting your hand under his tee and finding your way to his chest. The fabric bunches up on your wrist as you move your hand up, and you lower your head to kiss his newly exposed skin.

“You’re such a good boy,” you sigh between kisses, “and everyone should know it.” It’s working to relax him a little. Spencer’s hands wrap around your back, a small whine bubbles in his throat. “They should know you’re my good boy.” 

Your voice gets stern as you remember the others in the office calling him your pet name. Even if they were just teasing, no one gets to call him that but you. “Did you like it when everyone called you a good boy today?” you drip jealousy, tugging his hair to force him to look at you. “I bet you got a real kick out of that. All those pretty girls telling you you’re a good boy.” 

A small cry escapes his lips as you kiss him roughly, twisting his strands in your fingers. 

“N-no. I promise,” he pants as you move to his neck. 

“Are you sure?” you ask into his ear, grinding down on his hardening dick. “Because I think my little slut liked that.” 

His grip tightens on your hips as you begin rocking back and forth. Your hand moves to his throat, wrapping around as you squeeze, very lightly, around him. “I think they need a reminder, you’re good only for me.” 

He nods as much as he can with your fingers restricting his movement. “Only for you.” 

“Maybe I’ll buy you your own little collar,” you snicker, rolling forward to match his desperate little thrusts. “Have everyone know you’re my little pet.” 

He groans at the joke you couldn’t help but to make. It was just too easy. You giggle in his ear, releasing your hold on his throat to travel down his body and palm at his erection. He grabs your wrist, pulling it away from him as he flips you, putting you on your back with him on top. 

You gasp at how quickly he changed your situation, using his knee to knock your legs apart as he nestles perfectly between them. With just a few gracious waves of his hips, putting friction right at the perfect spot in your center, he has you mewling under him. 

Your hands come down to his hips, pressing him closer to you and urging his rocking to go deeper, give you more friction. But he removes them again, using one large hand to pin both your wrists above your head. You strain against his hold, not believing he’d truly deny you of touching him, but he does. His grip remains firm and he lifts his hips away from yours, leaving you whining.

“I think,” he says in one breathy laugh, fanning over your face, “I’d rather have them know how good you can be for me.” 

[meltingpotimagines]

Boyfriend!Bakugo

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you for 100 followers!! I still can't believe 100 people have liked what I've written enough to follow me asjksjkd I appreciate every single one of you and will do my best to keep producing even better content 🤍

okay

if you have any sweet thoughts about katsuki as a boyfriend, imma need you to leave them at the door thanks

he's not kirishima

this boy is an explosive punk

but i mean isn't that the appeal?

i do however headcanon him as a lowkey mama's boy

and you know what they say about mama's boys

how they treat their mom is how they'll treat you

hope you can keep up in an argument asjdksjsk

imma be honest

he

did not like you at first

but it's okay bc he doesn't like anyone at first

he doesn't like most people at all aksjsj

but somewhere along the line you became less annoying than the others

more tolerable

almost... enjoyable to be around

he even liked you more than kirishima, not that he was willing to admit it

partially bc that would mean admitting to liking kiri and he was not about to acknowledge his feelings like that

honestly it didn't hurt that you didn't seem to be afraid of him

you said hi to him whenever you saw him, and you invited him to a party you threw a while back

and your smiles were never... forced

they were genuine and kind and it didn't seem like you had anything against him??

which makes no sense bc he's

him

loud and explosive

even his classmates only tolerated him baby they like you and kiri and denki frickin LOVE you hush

you definitely piqued his interest

so when he found out you needed a tutor, boy nonchalantly offered to tutor you

and by nonchalantly i mean practically j u m p e d at the chance but in a way that made it seem like he was only doing it so you'd owe him

which... would be a little challenging bc he's not the most patient person in the world

but he is one of the smartest in his class so you were willing to make it work plus he's super cute soooo

surprisingly he's more patient than you thought he'd be?

he's not deku but he's not screaming at you or bonking you on the head like he did kirishima asjdkad

he actively did his best to be patient and understanding, which shocked the entire class when they found out

kiri and denki had figured out from that that katsuki liked you and immediately started encouraging him to ask you out

which obviously he fought bc no wdym i don't like anyone

l i a r

did they accept that answer? no

took a few months of them constantly pushing and risking being blown to bits before he finally accepted that he likes you

still took him a little longer before he could work up the courage to ask you out

you know he's insecure, he had to make sure you weren't going to reject him before putting himself out there like that

and considering you were painfully obvious about your crush to everyone b u t him, kiri had no problem reassuring him that you wouldn't turn him down

he was a frickin t s u n d r e when he asked you out, but of course that didn't stop you from saying yes

nor did his slightly stand-offish attitude stop you from going on more dates

he was trying his best and you knew that

the dates were simple but (for him) sweet

he'd hesitate for a moment before quickly grabbing your hand to hold, slightly blushing and refusing to look at you

he'd buy you a snack from a street vendor when he bought himself one and act like it was no big deal

occasionally if he was really struggling with his emotions, he'd "buy himself a snack" and take one bite before giving it to you

he most definitely actually bought it for you but he wasn't going to admit that

honestly he was even awkward when he asked you to be official

"so... we're dating now. you're mine. aight?"

this frickin loser aksnsjs

but it's okay bc he's a cutie

and angy cutie but a cutie nonetheless

and now he's your cutie~

and boy if it ain't an interesting experience

he's ticklish on the sides of his neck only

you only found out bc you had your face buried in his neck while cuddling and he flinched slightly when you sighed

it was barely noticeable, but you were in tune with him well enough that you noticed

threatened to punch you if you ever dared intentionally tickle him

it was an empty threat and you both knew it

luckily for him, you agreed to not tickle him most of the time

definitely the type to hold your hand 24/7 while driving

like, he doesn't let go even to shift gears, just uses your hand to do it

will make you food when you're sick

or if there's something you really really wanna eat

it's one of his ways of saying i love you without actually saying it

gets jealous easily but never in a way that's directed at you

if he notices someone checking you out, he'd show them that you're his

what he does depends on how interested or sleezy they seem

if it's not much, he'll just grab your hand or wrap an arm around your shoulders

if it's a little too much for his liking, he'll wrap an arm around your waist or peck your cheek or lips

if they're r e a l l y lookin, he'll pull you into him and give you a deep kiss before locking eyes with them, a fire in his that just screams "get lost"

honestly comes off as more protective than jealous if you know him well enough which you do~

also

if someone smacks your butt, grabs you, or gropes you in a n y way

hope they picked out their casket bc they w i l l die

that boy will beat the living crap out of them

w i t h o u t his powers just to make it worse and to avoid getting in trouble bc this boy is a future hero

when you hold hands, he does the thing where he rubs your thumb with his

90% of the time he doesn't even realize he's doing it

it just helps him relax a little more and maybe just maybe helps remind him that yes you a r e real and there is indeed someone who loves him that much but you didn't hear that from me

he's not usually the greatest at initiating any kind of physical contact, but sometimes if he's feeling really cuddly or missed you a lot, he'll just kinda throw you over his shoulder and take you to bed to snuggle

if you're willing, he actually really likes working out with you

you encourage him, he encourages you (in his own way ofc)

and he takes care of you, but like... wordlessly

like he'll bring you a towel if he notices you need one or fill your water bottle when he fills his

he may not say it, but he feels responsible for you

you're his partner after all

everyone else may be extras but maybe- just maybe- you can be a main character with him

[lasquadrasfuckhouse]

Hi!

What do you think about la squadra(separately) with s/o that is very childlish? Like, not a little child ofc, they can get serius when it has to be, and they talk ,like, normally (without "owo uwu" shit). They just loooove some cute things, animals etc. They also love watching cartoons, play games, and many other things likke that.

If you don't want to write it that's okay :)))

Bye bye <3

awwww i love it!!!!!

la squadra with a cutesy and playful partner 😚

risotto ✂️

he loves cute things too, he gets it. he adores how excitable and sweet you are and you absolutely count as cute things that he loves

the two of you will fawn over the neighbourhood cats together and every time you run into his office with fun shaped snacks to share cause u both love them (like gummies or cookies or chocolates) his heart goes ❤️❤️❤️❤️💕❤️💕❤️❤️💕💕💕

he appreciates that you're not afraid to get serious when the time calls for it too but seeing you without your normal attitude is so jarring and sad for him, he'll work twice as hard to fix what's wrong to see you smiling again. you're so full of love and wonder despite everything and that's so precious to him, he's protective (he knows and respects that you can handle yourself he just loves u) and would never want you to change for the wrong reasons ya kno

you absolutely balance each other out very well and you're fucking adorable to see because he's so stoic and scary and then ur this energetic sweetheart

he's not really one for cartoons or video games but he'll indulge ur interests!!! if he has the time to watch a cute movie with u (like disney) he will pay attention and give u his honest opinion

prosciutto 🚬

OPPOSITES ATTRACT HUH

honestly when you first joined the team he was an ass about it, thought it was unbecoming of an assassin to behave so childishly (the others already give him a headache) but the fact that you stood your ground actually really impressed him. you're still an adult and you're not unreasonable, you know when to take things seriously, you just have your eccentricities like everyone else in this circus and he came to appreciate your point of view and your seemingly boundless enthusiasm for nice things in life. he later expressed as much to you during his apology for being an ass.

you temper each other. he'll be your grounding force and you'll help him loosen up

he does like how ur sweet and open with your affection. if he grumbles about sharing the bed with plushies that's code for 'cuddle me instead'

he also loves bringing you to cafés that do those fancy or fun shapes in the lattes cause he loves to see your eyes light up and fawn over how 'its almost too pretty to drink!!!' it's really quite adorable how excitable u are and prosciutto is not immune to it

pesci 🎣

he very very much loves and appreciates it, you're a big comfort to him. the instant you chugged milk with him and gave him a silly grin with a milk moustache, he was in love

your sweetness and energy picks him up and when you've dropped your attitude he will take on the WHOLE WORLD to hear you laugh again. he's very protective and he's the first to jump to your defense if the others tease you or otherwise give you a hard time

he could listen to you gush for hours. he will absolutely sit and watch cartoons with u. he's not the greatest at video games but he'll try his best for u

because of his name you'll often lovingly make that cute fishy face at him with the kissy lips and ur eyes crossed and his heart explodes every time

he has somewhat of a sweet tooth, he likes things that have a light sweetness to them rather than anything super sugary. you'll share desserts and it's very cute

formaggio 🧀

he LOVES IT. he's just as fun-loving, there's never a dull moment with you two whether you're playing a dumb game you made up out of boredom, you're dancing and he's twirling you around, or ur in a pillow/tickle fight and play wrestling. you tend to get each other into trouble but you both snicker about it. two peas in a pod.

cats like you more than they like him but he can often get his pets in if the kitty is curled in ur lap and u both get giddy about it

you definitely game together. he's not as into the cartoons but he'll still watch em with you, he thinks they're cute and you're cute, but he may fall asleep during movies

he's a very grounding support when things require you to be serious, you work together hand in hand to solve the issue so u can get back to laughing

and he will do anything to hear u giggle, doesn't matter if he makes a damn fool of himself, he doesn't care. as far as he's concerned your laugh is the best sound in the world

illuso ✨

oh, he will tease you about it. probably in a way that's kind of mean when you first join, but you aren't bothered by him or concerned with his opinion. if you point out that he's the childish one for trying to get a rise out of you when you're just minding your own business, that has EVERYONE appreciating you because it's unbearably fun to see illuso taken down a notch. that has him huffing and retreating for a bit and having a think. when he comes back, he's less of an ass. as you grow closer, he apologizes.

now the only way he teases is gentle and loving and fond, because you really are quite adorable and he wouldn't have it any other way. it honestly kind of freaks him out when you get serious but he doesn't show it, he'll just place a gentle hand on your arm or your waist and work with you to resolve the issue. he's relieved when you smile again

he warms up to your plushies because they're nice cozy additions to his piles of pillows for lounging around on and they make u happy

he may keep up his aloof air when he picks up a controller with u or watches over ur shoulder like he has nothing better to do but he gets REALLY into it and competitive, or intensely supportive and backseat gaming if ur going solo

he honestly loves how sweet u are because that sort of thing doesn't really come easy to him

melone 🍈

he thinks ur absolutely adorable and makes sure u know it. he's playful too in a more relaxed sort of way so he mellows you out while still having fun

he loves to hear you gush and wants to get involved in ur passions. he's pretty good at gaming but he'll get more into admiring/analyzing the design aspect of it and same w/ cartoons, he's concerned for all the babies out there because they deserve good stories that make them think and benefit their growth and he will think out loud about how a show/movie fares in that regard after you've watched it together

he can talk a lot about animals with u too!!!! every time u grin or coo at a cute creature or Stay Very Still so a butterfly will land on u and giggle cause it tickles, his heart is doing backflips and he can't believe someone as wonderful as u exists and loves him as much as he loves you

ADULT COLOURING BOOKS!!!!! he absolutely loves to fill in the pages with u and add onto the designs outside the lines in all sorts of colours

he admires that ur not afraid to get serious when it's called for but still so sweet, he's so drawn to you and you make everyone's day better and just light up the room

ghiaccio ❄️

he also loves cute things. that includes u. but it will take him a while to admit out loud how adorable you are because he's flustered about it

forget normie relationship milestones like moving in together, the moment u both started slowly familiarizing your plushie collections to each other, swapping or gifting ones u saw and HAD to get for them or keeping two of them together because they're friends now Do Not Seperate!!!!, he knew this was Real

one of his favorite pastimes is sharing a big big cozy sweater with u, it doesn't matter if it's a bit tight with two people in it or that ur faces are squished together, he'll wrap his arms around u (if u haven't already put ur hands in the sleeves too) and cuddle u against him like a fluffy, snuggly, grumpy cat. welcome to sweater town, population u and ghiaccio

ur both very into pokemon too. you'll spend hours with ur heads bent together over ur gameboys with each other's companion games for that generation and help each other with trading and version exclusives

he's the first to yell at anyone for teasing you and he honestly gets a little freaked out when you go serious but he won't show it. he'll want to address the problem as quickly as possible tho and discreetly hug u when ur giggling again

sorbet and gelato 🔪🍦

THEY LOVE IT UR ADORABLE. they're both playful in their own ways (sorbet is more chill and dry wit sort of playful, gelato is no impulse control and hyena cackling sort of playful) and they love to have fun with u

it's also like.... the world is fucked up and they're both kinda fucked up (more than kinda), and they know you're not like an innocent baby or at all incompetent (hell, you may be kinda fucked up too, who isn't when ur an assassin) but it's just. nice to see someone else having fun and being sweet and enjoying things about life. so they are very protective of you when things get serious, they never EVER want to see you become embittered and will do absolutely anything to get you laughing again as soon as possible. which, guaranteed, they do

gelato has always had a short attention span so he knows what to do for entertainment and sorbet knows how to entertain, he may be the more patient one but they both like to mix things up and keep the surroundings interesting. they will play all sorts of games with u, video games or card games or stupid shit like beer pong or making a game of how many marshmallows u can each fit in ur mouths. you'll all go for a nice walk in the park and nothing is more relaxing for sorbet than kickin back on a bench while his rowdy babes end up tussling in the dirt. be free

of course, u and gelato also drag him into the dirt and put flowers in his hair and he would want nothing less

they'll both squish ur cheeks and lovingly tease u about how cute u are. blow a raspberry at them and they'll give u a kiss

sorbet will throw u over his shoulder and carry u around (no matter ur body type, he's strong!!!) + gelato will smatter ur face in kisses, just to hear u squeal and giggle

[txdoroki]

Hello ^^~

May I request Todoroki, Bakugo, Midoriya and Denki's reaction to the readers confession? In which they also have a crush on the reader? 💜

hi! yes ofc,, sorry it took so long for me to get back to you! been busy >,<

since it’s so long it’ll be under the cut :^

include todoroki, bakugou, midoriya, denki, kirishima :P 

might do a pt 3, lmk what characters yall wanna see ^-^

part 2 has been done

words: 1696

not edited btw i wrote this at 4am lmk if something doesnt make sense and i’ll fix it ahhhhhhhhhh

todoroki would be like 0-0 the entire time.

“hey todoroki, wanna go out on a date with me? we could go to the movies or wherever, it’s your choice,” you smiled up at him while he walked beside you, carrying both of your bags of schoolwork and books while he stared off at the road in front of you both.

he had always made an effort to do small, caring things for you. he’d hold the door, carry your books, or walk you home after school among many other things. you didn’t think much of it, you’d both been friends for a while, so you figured he was just being kind. no, no that wasn’t it.. he was just bad at showing he wanted to be more than just kind. more than just your friend from a while ago.

he was taken aback by your question, and internally cursed at himself for not asking you weeks ago. 

“um, todoroki?” you softly shook his arm when he seemed to have zoned out on the ground, but your bright smile didn’t fade. he adored that from you, he loved how eager you were to spend time with him. to talk with him. to try and learn about him. to do anything at all with him. you were so sweet and understanding, always. 

“oh, yeah sure,” he nodded at you, glancing down at you from sheer nervousness that you’d be laughing at him. that it’d be a prank. 

when you picked up on how on the edge he seemed to be, you leaned into him a bit, a goofy attempt at ensuring you wanted to go and it wasn’t a forced thing.

“you know, i’ve liked you for a while,” you grinned at him, winking when you saw his eyes quickly flash between content and joy. 

“me too,”

bakugou would be like ??!??!?!?!?!?!!???!?!!? who???? me??!?!?!?!?!!?? how??!?!?!?!?!?! screaming internally but on the outside like duhhhh

“hey, bakugou, i have a crush on you, by the way,” you whispered in his ear from behind the beanbag chair he was seated in. him and denki were in the middle of a wii tennis match, mina, sero, and kirishima all focusing on it to see who won.

“what? fucking dumbass, hold on a sec,” he scoffed when you ran your hair through his hair, ruffling it while he tried batting your hand away with his free one.

he tried to maintain focus on the match, lowkey trying to impress you with him winning. it was difficult, his mind kept drifting off to you and your cute face and your cute- back to the game, he’s gotta win. for you. after what felt like forever, he finally won, then dragged you out of denki’s dorm.

 “ooo sneaky link?” you heard mina giggle, and the three boys that remained in the dorm roared with laughter.

it got louder when bakugou screamed over his shoulder as he took you by the hand away from the dorm, “fuck off, extra, hell no,”

once you were both out of earshot he smirked, “so, you think i’m hot?” he rolled his eyes when you giggled and nodded, and a blush covered both of your faces, “well, you’re okay, i guess,”

“so when’s the date?” you smiled at him, chuckling when he pulled out his phone to check his fucking calendar app. such an old man.

after a few seconds, he pulled up a date on his phone and turned it to you. only a week from then.. ”february 14,” he winked at you and walked away, not even turning back, “see you at the dorm, dumbass,”

midoriya would be like  ≧◉◡◉≦

“all might’s spot as the top hero will not be easily passed by endeavor, or anyone else. he’s great for many reasons, would you like to hear them?” he only paused for a second, turning his head to see your amused nod before immediately continuing, “well first of all his quirk is-”

“midoriya, i wanna date you, if you want,” you interrupted and slowly put a hand on his arm, softly smiling at him.

“huh?” the small sentence shook him from his ranting, and he turned his entire body to look at you. your cheeks heated from the disoriented stare he gave you. he was that shaken up by something you’d said? “really?” 

“yes, of course. you’re very handsome and very passionate and ve-”

“yeah of course i’ll date you, thank you, y/n,” he kissed your forehead before turning back to the school hallway, ignoring the excited giggles of his classmates, “okay, so all might’s quirk is obvi....” his mind started wandering to how excited he was at the thought of dating you. it was a dream come true. “oh, sorry, so his quirk is obviously very good for hero w-”

“midoriya, can we go to your dorm after school?” you interrupted him again, smiling sweetly at him. sometimes it was difficult for him to not talk about heroes and all about them all, but you understood and tried helping out with other things.

“oh, of course, sweetie.. hah, can i call you sweetie? or would you prefer just y/n?” he began going on and on about the different things he wanted to call you if you were comfortable, not stopping until you grabbed his wrist and dragged him to both of yours next bell. 

ugh, calculus.

denki is like oh.? hehehehehehehehe 

you were sprawled out on your best friend’s bed, laying starfish on your back as you huffed about how frustrated and annoying today was. although you held back the most important part. it was especially frustrating how much you adored him. the good ole denki kaminari. you had these feelings for quite a while, trying your best not to confess. i mean, he was a class flirt, he wouldn’t like you back, right?

nah. he hadn’t flirted with anyone other than you in months. and you were the only one that didn’t pick up on it. 

“c’mon, y/n, i know you aren’t telling the full story. say what’s on your mind,” denki lightly ran his fingers up and down your right leg. it tickled but not enough to be uncomfortable. 

“i can’t,” you groaned, giggling when he rolled his eyes and persisted, saying no matter what he wouldn’t tell anyone.

“if you tell me, i’ll give you five bucks, y/n,” he chuckled when you sighed and finally nodded. when you sat up, he turned so you could tell he was listening to what you had to say.

“fine, but only for the money,” you giggled, “i uh.. i’ve been interested in you for a really long time now.. but i understand if you don-” 

wait what

he kissed you, moving his hand up to cup your cheek. your eyes slowly closed, leaning into his touch.

holy shit he kissed you???

when you were let go, your cheeks felt burning hot.

“denk-”

he kissed you again, and you melted into it. it felt like fireworks, euphoria filling your body.

“so does this mean you like me back?” you nervously played with your hands, trying your best to disregard the harsh red blush that was thrown on your face.

“well, duh, took ya long enough,” he chuckled, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

you cried out when you heard the click of his phone camera, and went to hide yourself.

“awe you look so beautiful, y/n. can’t wait to brag about you, baby,” he winked at you, typing something into his phone.

later that day you checked snapchat and saw on his private story the photo of you plus a caption, it read, 

“they finally realized, big dummy. y/n if you see this, you’re lucky you’re a good kisser ;)”

you shook your head and ran to his dorm, pounding on the door. you were gonna beat him up.

kirishima is a big ole softie duhhh everyone knows this. he best boy, no arguing!!

you sighed as kirishima held you to his chest, the lovely feeling of your growing feelings for him hummed in your chest. you had tried hard to push it back, how would that work out? would he reciprocate? was this only platonic?

“are you alright, y/n?” he whispered into your neck when he heard the sigh, trying to hide the deep red hue on his cheeks from you.

you both had agreed not to catch feelings for each other, fine at first with just cuddles and sweet compliments. no specific ties to the affections, just a way for the both of you to feel loved. an ideal thing to have, except that both of you were slowly breaking the agreement. 

you both ached for each other, but neither of you wanted to be the first to admit it. it was simply too risky.

“y-yeah, sorry, just thinking,”

“awe, no need to be sorry, pumpkin, what’s that pretty brain of yours thinking of?” he ran his fingers through your hair, appreciating the shivers of content that had you moving a small bit in his hold.

when you didn’t respond, he cocked an eyebrow, wondering if you hadn’t heard him or if you just chose to be quiet.

“pebble, what’re you thinking about?” he asked again, gently running his hand up and down your arm.

too deep in your thoughts to actually comprehend you were saying this out loud and not in your head, you whispered, “i wanna date you, i don’t want this to be just platonic. i need to be with you, kiri,”

“oh? you need to?” he smirked, chuckling when your eyes widened as you realized you had actually said that out loud, “well, if it’s a need.. i can make it happen, of course,”

“w-wait what?”

“you said you need to be with me, you weren’t lying, were you?” you slowly shook your head no, avoiding his gaze that bore into your skin, “let’s do that then, how’s that sound, pumpkin?”

“good,” you smiled into his chest, trying to move your hand to your arm to pinch you. were you dreaming?

you weren’t, this was real.

the man you’d liked for a while liked you back, oh hell yeah.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Crown For Two {1}

Henry Cavill AU x OFC Xari Thornton AU

Warning: Plot, Mild Cursing, Cheesy Christmas Themes, 

Words: 6.1k

Summary: Xari Thornton is a travel photographer with a blog and social media that garners some heavy-duty traffic. People tune in to see where she is and what she’s doing there, all in hopes of either living vicariously through her or to plan their next vacation.  

Her slogan; “Traveling the path to the most off-beaten places, so you don’t have to.”  

Her next stop on her four destination travel itinerary of “Places You May Never Have Heard Of” is Sandvell, a small European country. When her plane makes an impromptu stop due to bad weather, she has no idea where she is. It feels like she’s stepped inside of a snow globe and back in time in a modern way. It leaves her fascinated. 

This bad weather forces her to stay at an Inn, The Beaux, for the night. Rather than letting the hours tick by in her room, she explores and meets the friendly locals. While taking photographs, one local in particular captures her lens with eyes as blue as the ocean and a jaw that was chiseled from stone. They strike up conversation during their time drinking at one of the local bars, Ickles. Once they separate, she gets herself into a harrowing situation.  

As soon as she awakens, she realizes she’s not in some fever dream, but a palace and the owner of the palace is none other than the local she met before with the piercing blue eyes, His Royal Highness Henry Wellington Leopold Danglishton, First of his name, Crown Prince of Brexendor.

Note: All right, all right people, the ride begins. I really, really hope you enjoy this. As a note, it’s going to be fast-paced a bit, and I am gonna overload you with pictures because why the hell not, it’s a Christmas Fic. 😁 Feel free to come by and tell me what you guys think.

As always, thank you all for reading, I appreciate each and every one of you.

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Chapter One

“You were supposed to be on your way home.”

 You rolled your eyes as you scoffed. You’d mentioned nights ago that you thought you should just go home, but then you went to your next destination. It was a moment of weakness or it could have been loneliness. Your schedule took a lot out of you. No one saw it because it was all behind the scenes. All anyone ever saw were the incredible places you went to, the fun things you experienced, and the culture you soaked up. What they grasped was whatever you posted in your pictures.

 “You know I can’t. I started this series, and it’s gotten the eye of a lot of sponsors, and one of them is even talking about some really big ideas at the end of it if it goes really well. that could be incredible for my brand,” you explained.

 Anika sighed loudly. You knew she was annoyed with you right now, especially it being December.

 “I know you’re disappointed. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

 “Whatever.”

 “Attention, ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. It looks like we’re headed right into a storm. We’ll be experiencing a little turbulence as we veer off course a little bit as we try to evade this thing. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts.”

 You sighed while buckling your seatbelt, preparing for what was coming.

 “What’s happening?”

 “Going through some turbulence. It should be fine,” you assured your sister.

 “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to hang up.”

 You nodded to the flight attendant and promptly ended the call promising your sister that you’d call her back when you landed in Sandvell. As soon as you hung up, the turbulence began. It started out with slight bumps, that you could sip your drink through. Then graduated to bigger bumps that had you gripping the elbow rests. When the entire plane started to shake, your heart leaped into your throat. One minute passed, then two, and after five minutes or so, the speaker came back on.

 “Ladies and gentleman, your captain again. We’re going to be landing shortly. This storm is not one to be messed with. I apologize for the inconvenience, folks, but on this airline, we choose safety above all else.”

 You weren’t going to argue with him. You definitely didn’t want to risk your life over getting to your next destination. What was a one or two day delay? Once the pilot got to a lower altitude, the majority of the turbulence subsided. It was another ten minutes before the plane landed, but when it did, all you could see from the window was white overcast with darkness.

 When you had your belongings gathered and began walking off the plane along with the other fifty or so passengers, you tried to find cell service, but you had zero bars.

 “Excuse me, where are we?”

 “Uh—I’m actually not sure, ma’am. Patricia, where are we?”

 The two flight attendants looked puzzled. The second asked a third, and that third asked another. None of them seemed to know. That was not a good sign, you thought. Once you’d walked down the long corridor that served as the connection between the airport and the plane, you found yourself in one of the classiest airports you’d ever been in, and you’d been inside quite a few as a travel blogger. As far as the eye could see, it was class, with the exception of the floor.

You looked around you and marveled at the detail in the design that was around you. Where most airports were mainly logically designed without lavishness. This one looked like lavishness was the first priority. The floors looked to be made from the finest paonazzetto marble. You remembered the name because of the substantial time you’d spent in Italy trying to capture architecture through your camera lens. Reaching for your camera around your neck, you began snapping a few frames of the floor. Getting lost in picture taking, you found yourself at one of the many glass windows snapping pictures of the airplanes on the tarmac.

 Hearing the commotion of raised voices behind you, you looked back and saw the passengers of the plane you’d just disembarked from gathered in a huddle. You walked back toward them in time to catch a question from a concerned passenger.

 “How long are we delayed? When will we get back in the air? I have to get to Sandvell.”

 A man wearing a mixture of royal blue and white colors cleared his throat then spoke. “I apologize, ladies and gentlemen, for the delay. There is a storm heading right for us on the path to Sandvell. Continuing through it would be lunacy. Our only viable option is to wait it out.”

 No one seemed to like that answer. All the questions flew out at once. All their voices overlapped, and you could tell that the gentleman was overwhelmed by not only the volume of questions but also their voices.

 “According to our team here, we’re expecting possibly a twenty-four to thirty-six-hour delay.”

 Everyone groaned in unison, everyone but you. You’d traveled enough to always expect the unexpected. Things like this didn’t bother you so much now, three years into your career. The only thing that bothered you now was that you’d have to rearrange your hotel plans as well as finding somewhere to sleep tonight.

 “You said here,” you began with all eyes trained to you. “Where exactly is here?”

 The gentleman cleared his throat again. “Brexendor.”

 The crowd murmured as they looked at each other. Clearly, no one had ever heard of Brexendor. Some even pulled out their travel map to scour it for the country.

 “So what are we supposed to do now? Where do we stay?”

 “We are in the process of arranging accommodations at one of the inns within the capital. If you all would work with us so we have your names to get your luggage to you in a timely fashion so you can be shuttled over to the Inn, that would be appreciated.”

 Everyone filed into a line in front of one of the four airport staff, hoping to hurry matters along while you searched your phone for any information on where you were. When you typed in Brexendor into the search engine, the first thing that popped up was a map of the country. Apparently, it was next door to Sandvell. They were considered sister countries.

 “Population three million, run as a monarchy, considered one of the wealthiest countries in the world. Average life expectancy one hundred and ten years. Well, damn.”

 Someone clearing their throat brought your attention up in front of you. You were next in line.

 “Sorry.”

 The woman with brown eyes and blonde hair smiled warmly. “It’s all right, Ms--.”

 “Uh, Thornton, Xari Thornton.” You handed her your passport and boarding pass and waited as she scrolled through her tablet.

 “Ah yes, Ms. Thornton. Here is your paperwork. On it, you will find where you can retrieve your luggage and the shuttle number that will be taking you to the Inn. Once at the Inn, just provide your name, and you will find everything has been taken care of. On behalf of Brexendor Aviation, we humbly apologize for this snafu.”

 Her customer service training was on point, you thought. Her smile was warm, as if she really meant the words she’d just said. Finding it refreshing, you took the paperwork and proceeded to where she was motioning. Everyone you passed as you walked the fancy halls had a warm smile plastered to their face and even warmer words of welcome. You felt as if you’d stepped through into some alternate universe. You made a voice note about everything you encountered. You wanted to make sure you captured your authentic feelings and reactions in real-time. It made writing about your experience on the blog page easier. You’d even found that readers and supporters liked the play by play with your added thoughts. They commented it added personality.

Once you’d made it to the baggage claim area, your jaw dropped at the change in décor. There were Christmas trees that sparsely decorated the space, and they were all lit with the same blue, silver, and white theme. It contrasted with the latte color of the leather seats and the cream offset tables. The design gave the space an elegant but also comfortable vibe. When you slipped into one of the chairs, you released an audible moan. It was like sitting on a cloud.

 After gathering your luggage, you followed instructions through a hall lined with Christmas trees, stopping every so often to take a few pictures before you made it to the front of the airport. As you stepped outside, your eyebrows shot up seeing the fresh snow cascading from the sky. The bite in the air had you bundling your jacket tighter, but it did not stop you from snapping a few pictures. One turned to ten and ten to fifteen until another person clearing their throat brought you back to reality and to the waiting bus ahead of you.

You took a break from pictures and called the hotel in Sandvell, hoping to alter the dates of your stay. What you expected to be a hassle and a long drawn out process ending in them saying they were booked and nothing could be done, turned out to be quick, easy, and painless. The Luxembourg Hotel assured you that your room would still be available and there would be no charge for the altered dates. You made another note on your phone, a point you had to stress when you wrote your piece.

 You continued snapping pictures from the window of the bus with an easy mind. Everything you passed seemed like it didn’t belong. It all looked so old fashioned but so modern all at the same time. The buildings looked to have been standing since the beginning of time in the materials they’d been built in, but the displays were from the twenty-first century. It was the most exciting contradiction. The only word you could think to describe it was—quaint.

 When the bus drove over a bridge, you got a semi-bird’s eye view of the town across the water, and your jaw nearly dropped.

 “Brexendor? What the hell?”

 The entire drive had you widening your eyes like a child seeing an insane amount of presents on Christmas morning. Buildings were decked out in Christmas lights, and every door had a wreath with blue and silver Christmas ornaments. Almost every few feet, the sidewalks were decorated with poinsettia trees that were half the average human’s height, and the way the freshly fallen snow-dusted their tops only made it even more perfect.

 By the time the bus stopped, you’d taken so many pictures, and part of you was dreading having to go through them to choose the ones that would make the cut. You knew it was going to be a next to impossible decision. As you stepped off the bus, you felt like you’d walked right into a snow globe.

“Holy shit!”

 You spun, taking in a full three-sixty view of your surroundings. all the glistening lights and the falling snow only made it feel even more magical. You didn’t know where the hell Brexendor was or why the hell they rolled like this, but you were excited to see more. When you stopped spinning, you realized several other people were snapping pictures and looking just as marveled as you were. After gathering your luggage, you followed instructions and walked across the street to the building that a friendly looking man with slightly greying hair was standing before beckoning you inside.

 For the second time that night, you felt as if you’d stepped into a Christmas movie set. The interior was set so cozy. It felt like a Christmas cottage, and you loved it. Instinct had you reaching for your camera and taking a few shots of the Christmas tree in the corner by the fireplace and the plaid decorations on the leather couch. Even the pictures on the walls got a snap.

 “Miss?”

 Looking back to the owner, you smiled and approached the desk.

 “Hi, I’m so sorry. This place is so gorgeous.”

 “Thank you. I wish I could take the credit, but it is all my wife.”

 Just then, a beautiful brunette came out wearing a bright red sweater and one of those spoof reindeer antler headbands that bounced with every move.

 “Hi, there darling. Welcome to The Beaux. I’m Anita, and this is my husband, Borik. I heard all about your ordeal. I’m so sorry.”

 You shrugged but kept your smile plastered on your face.

 “It’s all right. Can’t control the weather, right?”

 Anita smiled and nodded. “Definitely not in Brexendor.”

 “I have never heard of this place before, and I am lost how. Everything is gorgeous and so quaint. How have you stayed under the radar?”

 Anita and Borik looked at each other with an all-knowing look that you wanted in on.

 “Guess it’s just happened,” Anita cheerfully said.

 You knew they knew something. Staying this under the radar, including from America, didn’t just happen. This took work. You wondered who in charge in their right mind would make a stupid decision like that.

 “Okay, what’s your name, darling?”

 “Uh, Xari Thornton.”

 “Ah-ha, I told you, Borik. Once we were contacted with a list of names that would be checking in, and I saw your name, I told him I just know she’s gorgeous and look. You are a vision.”

 You couldn’t help but smile widely while trying to keep your head under proper proportions.

 “Thank you.”

 “You must have quite the many suitors where you’re from,” Anita continued.

 You snorted and shook your head. The reality was you were as single as the number one with no prospects.

 “No suitors here.”

 Both Borik and Anita looked shocked, as if you’d said the most appalling thing.

 “That can’t be true. Borik. She’s single and at twenty-eight. Even our Kennedy was at least engaged by the time she turned twenty-seven. Here that is unheard of. A woman is usually married by twenty-four, especially if she’s a looker.”

 You pinched your lips, trying to keep your laughter in. this was not the first time you’d been called an old maid. Hell, your mother said it often, especially since you flat out turned down Maurice’s proposal three months ago. She was livid.

 Anita must have sensed the awkwardness of the moment because she cleared her throat and brought all her attention back to the reservation.

 “Well, your room is prepared. I took the liberty of giving you one of our prettiest rooms. Would you like Borik to carry your bags up?”

 “Uh—no, I’m sure I can manage,” you began.

 Borik stood, shook his head, and came around to you.

 “I won’t hear a thing about it. I’ll happily carry your luggage up. Follow me.”

 “That’s my Borik, ever the gentleman,” Anita filled in with an enamored smile before Borik walked off, leaving her to check in a few of the other passengers from the plane.

 You listened to Borik tell the story of the Inn and how it got its name. You kept one ear on his story while you took in every detail around you. The wood looked so rustic, and you guessed that was what gave the place such a warm and welcoming feeling. The higher you climbed, the more you saw, and the more you saw, the more you liked. You followed Borik down a hall, noticing that all the doors you passed had mini wreaths decked out in the same blue and silver ornaments like at the airport and throughout the streets.

 “Ah-ha, here we are,” Borik said before he put the key into the lock and pushed the door open. Once he did, the scent of cinnamon and pine hit you in the face. It was like the hand of Christmas came out and smacked you.

 “My wife loves the smell,” Borik explained as you stepped inside. You smiled and thanked him for his help.

 “If you get hungry, you have a few options. There are plenty of places nearby you can eat some authentic Brexendorian food, but also my wife cooks every night, and dinner usually is at eight o’clock, but tonight Anette has agreed to keep some heated for anyone who would like some. It’s stew, rabbit.”

 “Oh, thumper. Wonderful.”

 Borik laughed loudly with that one. “I know that one, Bambi, the children’s cartoon. Good one Ms. Thornton.”

 You smiled. “You can call me Xari, Borik.”

 “Well, have a good night,” he said before he walked out.

 Finally alone, the first thing you did was text your sister to let her know not to worry and give her an update on what was happening. After you let Anika know what was happening, it didn’t take long for your phone to ring. The next ten or so minutes were spent talking to Anika and telling her how amazing the things you’d seen so far were. You could not shut up about the decorations, the way the snow looked to have been groomed to lay on things perfectly. It was that damn picturesque. Since you couldn’t stop talking about it, Anika was the one to suggest you go out and enjoy it before you got back on the plane. It was a suggestion you fully intended on listening to.

 Fifteen minutes later, you were back downstairs bundled with your camera and your purse, ready to explore. When you told Anita your intention, she gave you a map of the city and highlighted places to look at but cautioned you to hurry because stores would be closing soon, and nights during Brexendor winters could be brutal. You promised you’d be quick and careful, then stepped out, ready to explore like Dora.

 Your first stop was a block down, a children’s toy store. It was decked out with all the latest toys along with some traditional things that Santa would have brought specially made from his workshop. While you were snapping pictures outside the window, a kid ran up to the window and pressed his nose to it. His eyes were wide, and his mouth matched their size. You asked the adult with him if you could take a picture. When they approved, you got one or two from a few different angles before they walked off.

 As you walked through the city, enjoying the scenery, you took pictures of everything that caught your eye, ornaments, trees, people, stores, even pets. Christmas wasn’t your favorite holiday, but it was your second favorite, and being here really as inching it higher on the list.

 When you felt a strong wind hit you, it stopped you in your tracks. It was strong enough to have you stagger backward a little, allowing a chill to sweep through you. You looked around and saw a few feet away was some sort of bar, and behind it was swirling snow that looked like a tornado. You hurried toward the building, being careful not to slip on any ice that may be hiding underneath the snow. Once to the door, you walked inside, and the sound of Christmas carols filled your ears.

 “Jesus.”

 If the scent of the Inn felt like Christmas slapped you in the face, the look and sound of this place was the one two-hitter that settled that you were in a whole nother world here. You looked around and found a coat rack along the left wall. After placing your jacket and scarf on the hook, you walked to the bar and slid onto a stool. As you waited for the bartender to come over, you looked around. Here it didn’t smell like cinnamon, but the pine was present, along with the smell of alcohol and licorice.

There were several small dark wooden tables around the bar with chairs and even booths that decorated the walls. The floors matched the tables, and those matched the walls. This place looked like somewhere you’d find in the middle of nowhere. The window to the back of the establishment showed the dark woods with tall snow-covered trees and that howling snow tornado.

 When you turned back to the back, the huge elk head above the wall lined with alcohol bottles had you gasping.

 “Jeez,” you said as you snapped two of three pictures of the creepy looking thing.

 “That is Hogan’s prized possession.”

You looked beside you where the voice came from to see a very attractive man there. When you’d sat down, you didn’t notice anyone beside you, so to see his piercing blue eyes boring holes into you. Your eyes traveled lower to his awkwardly shaped nose. It looked like it had been broken once or twice and never quite went back to normal. You didn’t mind it, though. Who liked a perfect face, especially when looking at him, seemed like that was about the only thing that was not absolutely perfect. His jaw was carved to precision like he was specially crafted and not born. When your eyes fell to his lips, you purposely forced yourself to look away.

 “Is—is that right?”

 “Yes. I bet you cannot guess why,” the stranger said in a crisp European accent that was very close to British. You weren’t one hundred percent sure if it was or not, he just sounded proper as hell, and it was actually a bit of a turn on.

 You shrugged while looking at the bottles that lined the back of the bar. “Enlighten me.”

 Just then, a large man with blond hair in a man bun walked over. He had to have been over six feet tall, and if this were America, he’d definitely be a shopper at the store Big & Tall. The man looked to the one seated beside you, ready to speak but suddenly closed his mouth.

 “Hogan, Ms--,” the stranger began waiting for you to fill in your name.

 He thought he was so smooth; you thought as you smiled to yourself.

 “Xari.”

 His eyebrow shot up, and he smiled sweetly. “Wow, what a beautiful name.”

 You smiled, and as you felt it widening, you bit onto your bottom lip to stop it. “Thanks.”

 “Ms. Xari would like to know why Shandoe is your most prized possession.”

 “Shandoe?”

 Hogan looked behind him at the Elk’s head then smiled. “It’s been in my family for generations. It was the first thing my great-great-great-great-great grandfather ever killed for himself to feed his family. They ate everything but the head and decided to keep it as a reminder of where we came from.”

 You were expecting some weird manly story but what you got was a wholesome and heartwarming tale. You smiled, raised your camera, and snapped Hogan, and as he stared at the Elk’s head with such a loving look on his face that was such a contradiction for his large frame.

 “Are you a reporter?”

 “No, no. Not at all. I’m a travel influencer and blogger. I go around and soak up what the world has to offer while taking pictures and writing about it on my blog for others to read about.”

 The man beside you nodded, then raised his glass to his head.

 “What can I get you?”

 “Uh—what is he drinking?”

 “The Mistletoe Bomb.”

 You snorted, unable to contain yourself any longer. “What in the world is that?”

 “You laugh now, but it is a blend he makes special for me. It is not for the faint of heart,” the man beside you informed.

 “Oh no, well looks like I’ll be having one of those.”

 Hogan looked to him, then back to you. “It is all right, Hogan. Give the lady what she wants. I am assuming fell strength is also what you require?”

 “Yes, full strength. I want all the mistletoe and all the bomb.”

 Hogan went to work, making the drink while you continued looking around.

 “Em, I’m Henry.”

 You looked to him to find his hand outstretched to you, waiting for you to place yours in it. When you did, you repeated your name as you noted how soft his hands were. It felt like he’d never done a day’s work with them. Henry rose your hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. It was one small action, but that action had butterflies flitting in your belly and your cheeks heating as if a heater was aimed directly at your face.

 “I am delighted to make your acquaintance,” Henry uttered while looking into your eyes.

 “Same,” you whispered.

 Henry released your hand and turned back to his drink at the same time Hogan placed a mug before you.

 “One Mistletoe Bomb for the lady.”

 You looked at the large mug then to Hogan, who waited expectantly. When your eyes drifted to Henry beside you, he too was watching and waiting. No matter how much you felt like this was a setup, you persisted, not wanting to back down. When you took your first full mouthful of the drink, your eyes immediately bugged. Your tongue was on fire in seconds, and it seemed the longer you held the liquid in your mouth, the worse the burn was. You gulped it down and instantly knew the mistake. Not only was your mouth on fire, but now your throat and chest as it burned a fiery path to your belly.

 “Holy fucking shit!”

 The two men boisterously laughed, the sounds booming off the wooden walls before filling the entire room. You looked around, noticing for the first time it was completely empty.

 “What the hell is that?”

 “Something that will put hair on your chest,” Hogan teased.

 “No, shit.”

 Henry seemed to like that response; he laughed again then finished his mug.

 “How can you drink this?”

 He shrugged, then turned his body to you. You gave him a well-paced once over, taking in his furry winter boots, dark pants, and dark sweater to match the pants. Underneath the sweater, though, you saw peeks of a crisp white shirt. He dressed like he had money, you thought.

 “I have done it for half my life. I do not even feel the burn anymore. Do you know why he calls it Mistletoe Bomb now?”

 You giggled and nodded, pushing the mug away. If you drank that, you’d need to be carried out of here. As Hogan appeared to take the mug away, Henry reached for it, insisting he’d finish it while Hogan placed a beer bottle in front of you.

 “Would you like a straw?”

 You looked at Hogan as if he were crazy. Who drank beer with a straw? You shook your head and raised the bottle to your lips to take a swig. This was more your speed, not pure petrol.

 “So you are new in town,” Henry began.”

 “Kind of. My plane had to detour because of the storm, so here I am in a place I’ve never heard of and cannot figure out why.”

 “Is it strange to never have heard of every place in the world?”

 You thought about it for a moment as you took another mouthful of beer then nodded.

 “Yes. I’m from America,” you began.

 “Ah, American. Let me guess. Everything has to be discovered, and if it is not, then either it doe not exist, or it is being hidden.”

 You snapped your mouth shut. He’d guessed American thinking in one try. “Well, that’s not fun,” you added. Henry laughed and took his mouthful of fire.

 “I am sorry. I know America well,” Henry informed.

 “Oh, so you’ve been?”

 “No. I do not need to. I have spent my entire life learning it.”

 You looked back at him, confused by what he meant.

 “Every country gives lessons on other countries of the word, especially powerhouse countries,” he explained.

 “Well, your studies have paid off.”

 “Do you really believe that everything has to be discovered?”

 “No. where is the fun in that? I believe that the world has to have some mystery.”

 “Then welcome to Brexendor,” Henry said with a smile.

 “Brexendor. What’s it’s deal?”

 You leaned closer, resting your elbow on the wood of the bar as you watched him.

 “Deal? I am afraid I do not understand.”

 “What I mean is, the people are nice. Everyone I have encountered, including at the airport, is nice. You know airport staff can be so mean, but not here. The people who own the Inn I am staying at are so sweet. Even strangers I bump into don’t;’ seem to mind. Not to mention, this place has the whole snow globe effect down. It’s incredible. What is the deal? Is the president some fantastic guy who pays everyone well and gives them ample vacation time for them to be so happy?”

 Henry smiled, dipped his head lower, then rubbed the back of his neck.

 “Would that be unusual?”

 “Yes. Compared to what America has going on—highly unusual.”

 “Well, the first thing to know about Brexendor is, a president does not run it,” Henry clarified.

 “Ah right, it is a monarchy. So does that mean there is a king, and queen, lords, dukes,” you began, then gasped, remembering more. “Princesses?”

 Henry smirked, gulped his drink, then nodded. “Yes.” He continued to take another swig from his mug.

 His words slowly resonated. “What!? You’re serious?”

 He nodded, then placed the glass onto the bar.

 “Wow. How interesting. So this King and Queen are they the good kind?”

 Henry’s smile turned somber before it disappeared altogether.

 “Did I say something wrong?”

 “No, no. Yes, the King and Queen are the best kind,” he filled in before he took the last mouthful of his drink. “They would like you.”

 You laughed loudly and shook your head. “Me? I doubt that. While all the mothers of my boyfriends have loved me, I don’t think the King and Queen would care for me.”

 “Boyfriend, so uh—you’re involved,” Henry said as he avoided your eyes.

 His words sounded like a statement rather than a question, so you remained quiet. After a few moments, he looked at you expectantly. You pinched your lips before you finished your beer.

 “Are you involved?”

 Henry took a deep breath looked forward to the bottles at the bar as a pained and confused expression washed over his features.

 “I’ll take that as a yes,” you replied.

 “I am not—involved,” he answered.

 “You said it like you weren’t sure.”

 “It is complicated.”

 “Well, I am a stranger in a bar—an empty bar. You’ll most likely never see me again, and I’ve been told I’m a great listener.”

 Henry smiled then turned back to you, resting his elbow on the bar mimicking your stance.

 “You have not answered my inquiry.”

 “Inquiry?”

 Henry smiled again, then bit his bottom lip. That is where your eyes went to. He had nice lips, you thought.

 “On if you are involved,” he clarified.

 “I am not involved with anyone. If you ask my mother, she will tell you I’m an old maid with no prospects.”

 “I do not believe that. You are funny, intelligent, fun to be around, and quite beautiful. There is no way you have no admirers.”

 You smiled and began toying with your necklace.

 “I’m sure you say that to all the girls you meet in deserted bars during a snow storm.”

 He snorted, and you felt his breath across your cheek. It was then you realized how close the two of you were to each other.

 “To be honest, I have never found myself alone with a woman in a bar. You are my first.”

 You bit your bottom lip feeling more flirtatious than usual as you gazed into his hypnotizing eyes. He was gorgeous and becoming even more so with every passing minute. The two of you ordered more drinks, then drifted off to one of the booths on the wall that was more hidden and even more comfortable. You talked about nearly everything and nothing at the same time. He spoke a lot about philosophy and astronomy and the sciences that motivated a lot of the earlier theories. It was fascinating just listening to him speak. There was something about his mouth and the properness of the words he used. Never once did he use slang or even a contraction. You’d never met anyone who didn’t use contractions. The longer you sat there, the more you felt like never getting up.

 “There is something about you that is so comfortable and easy,” Henry began.

 “You too.”

 “I feel like I can talk to you about anything. I even want to.”

 You smiled, “You too.”

 Your eyes lingered, and you saw him sway forward, but then he stopped only to do it again and again. With your faces were centimeters from one another, it was then you noticed the slight speck of brown in his left eye. You felt Henry’s hand gently cup your cheek; then, his thumb slowly stroked your skin. The heat from his palm seared your cheek, and every stroke of his thumb send heat tendrils down your jaw to your lips, making them tingle and yearn for his.

 This had never happened to you in your entire life. You’d known this man a few hours and were ready to possibly bring him back to the Inn with you. Henry didn’t move. It was like he was giving you the last few centimeters to make a decision, but you didn’t make it. A phone went off, but you both ignored it until the sound went off. You raised your hand to rest on top of his. Once your skin touched his, Henry lightly sighed out. Before either of you could make another move, a phone rang again. This time Henry groaned before he looked away just as you did.

 You cleared your throat and slid from his body as he checked his phone.

 “I have to go,” he announced.

 Frozen, you sat there trying to understand if you’d read this entire thing wrong.

 “I am sorry, something—urgent has come up.”

 You snapped out of it, then nodded. “It’s fine. I should probably get back to the Inn anyway. They say a storm is brewing.”

 Both of you stood from the booth while straightening your clothes.

 “I really enjoyed tonight,” Henry added.

 You smiled and nodded. “Me too. It was—nice.”

 Your eyes lingered again, and your bodies drifted closer. It was you who looked away first and stepped back. You reached for your purse, but Henry stopped you.

 “It has been taken care of. Let us call it a tourist special, right Hogan.”

 “Right your--,” Hogan began before Henry looked at him, cutting him off.

 Henry ushered you to the coat rack on the wall by the door then helped you into your jacket.

 “Can I drive you back to the Inn?”

 “No, please. I am more than capable of getting back,” you assured.”

 “Are you sure?”

 You nodded then turned to walk out, but Henry pulled you to him. “I want to see you again.”

 “I don’t see how. I leave tomorrow as soon as the storm passes.”

 Henry looked to be thinking before he sighed. “I guess it was not meant to be,” you whispered, a tinge of sadness filling you as reality set in.

 “In another life,” Henry softly said.

 He came closer then placed a slow, chaste kiss on your cheek before he released you. The two of you stared at each other for a few moments, and in those moments, anything felt possible. When you faced that anything could have been possible but not for you, you sighed. A few seconds later, you turned and walked out of the bar.

Once outside, the rough wind caught you off guard. You took a few moments to bundle yourself, then continued walking back to the Inn. The swirling snow in the air made it a little challenging to see, but you tried the best you could. Several times, the wind picked up and shoved you where it wanted, forcing you to grab on to something to hold until it passed.

 Suddenly a big gust of wind blew you to the right and knocking you off your feet to roll for several feet. When the wind slowed, you rolled over onto your back to spit out the mouthful of snow that you’d managed to ingest. It took you several tries to stand, but when you did, you tried to see where you were and what direction you needed to walk in. That was when the wind picked up again, making you scream. When you turned, you saw two headlights coming right at you, then all you felt was pain before you were out cold.

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Adrift

Part Four of the Epiphany Series. This is honestly something I'm really enjoying writing, so I hope everyone else is enjoying it too.

Marcus Moreno x OFC

Rating T-M (Mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts, allusions to past abusive relationship)

Word Count: 2,042

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Part Three | Part Five

Something wasn’t right.

…to order lunch to go…

…you listen…for once…

Stop arguing…it’s already…

Voices began to come into focus, snippets of conversations cut off by static and white noise as Eleanora steadily returned to a conscious state, and the long strings of connections that made up the data stream carried her aimlessly along. Anchoring herself to the nearest system was hard, the ability to fight the tug that came with separating her mind and body had grown weaker, but Eleanora managed to slip into a vaguely familiar system with only a little resistance.

Where it was familiar from she couldn’t figure out, but it was able to display text and that was all she needed.

subprocess.Popen(“\system\myapps\installed\notes.exe”)

showtext(“Please I need help.)

showtext(“I don’t know where I am.)

Maybe it was luck or there was some magnetic force with these dumb things but the communicator microphone picked up an all too familiar voice. “Data?” It was Missy, the fragile hope in her soft tone was honestly a little heartbreaking, and Eleanora knew if she was in her body that she’d be feeling a flurry of guilt for further scarring the teenager.

showtext(“Yea, Swiss Miss, it’s me.”)

A flurry of sound erupted through the speakers as Missy screamed for her father, likely at home since Eleanora didn’t recall using the backdoor she’d made in the heroics system. Though even that she couldn’t guarantee, this was the first time she’d ever been drifting through the data stream unconscious, and part of her wished that she could parse the fear she knew she should be feeling. “Dad, it’s Data, she’s in my communicator!” Heavy footsteps sounded and Eleanora wished she could see if he was hurt, that hadn’t been something she’d been focused on at the time of getting him out of trouble.

Unfortunately Tech-No’s crappy camera wasn’t working on Missy’s device for some reason.

But the hero’s stern voice distracted her wandering worries before she could get lost in them, keeping her mind present even as the data stream tried to drag her back in. “Eleanora, listen to me, do you know anything about where you are? Can you send us a signal or something from your location that we can track?” His question made her wish she had eyes to roll but he didn’t exactly know how her powers worked so it was kind of a fair thing to ask of her.

showtext(“Right now I’m here in your network, when I use my powers I jump my mind out of my body.”)

showtext(“Basically right now I can’t tell what’s happening to my physical self.”)

showtext(“If you were to find my body I’d pretty much be classed as brain dead until I can get myself back together.”)

It likely wasn’t what he wanted to hear but it was the truth, the knowledge that she could very much just be dead with no body to return to was a very real possibility, and the fact that she knew it was scary but couldn’t quite experience that fear only served to make the static at the edges of her perception fizzle more. But Marcus’ soft curse was a reminder, he was a hero and he was trying to save her, and the sudden doubts ran through every part of her mind.

showtext(“Maybe it’s better this way, Moreno. Maybe this is what I get for exposing bureaucrat jerks hiding behind their red tape.”)

showtext(“Maybe I should just disappear.”)

How easy would it be to just let go of the connection and drift, let the data stream carry her around until she eventually lost consciousness for good? With powers like hers there wasn’t a lot she could see as a future for herself, either imprisoned or turned into the ultimate spying weapon at someone's beck and call, a constant paranoia that kept her hiding most of who she was out of fear. “No! Don’t you dare, Eleanora.” The sharp retort drew her out of her own self-hatred, focusing on the heated something in his voice that she couldn’t place.

He said her name.

Marcus had used her actual name twice now.

Hearing it spoken in such a pretty baritone, the stern command holding an undercurrent of a plea to obey leading her to wish she wasn’t just a string of consciousness and that she could have felt her heart skip the way she knew it would. All she wanted to was to feel something aside from this emptiness; this sort of blank sensation that crept in when she was too exhausted, but like this was easier to admit what she knew she should and would be feeling.

Like this it wasn’t combatting her body, fighting physical reactions to her emotions was gone, in this form she could say what she needed to without the stress of actually feeling the emotions behind it.

As she stayed like this she knew she'd truly developed a romantic interest in Marcus Moreno, the reason she'd put herself on the line to save him was that she couldn't fathom the idea of something happening to him.

Without her body to stop her from clamming up she could admit the things she otherwise wouldn't.

showtext(“I’m scared, Marcus.”)

Expressing that to someone else made the statement heavier, the bubbling worries and fears of losing any freedom she had resurfacing in the very back of her thoughts, and Eleanora hated that it felt more real when expressed than when she had been feeling it bubbling up over the time she was searching for Marcus. “We’re not going to abandon you, I’ve got the team searching for any leads, and we’re not going to-“ His voice cut off in a way that sounded like he’d choked back a sound. “you aren’t getting locked up.” The firm statement sat between them.

showtext(“How do you know?”)

His answer was spoken softly but still carried so much weight.

“I won’t let them. I promise you that I won’t let anyone incarcerate you, not when you’ve suffered enough.”

Eleanora wished she could cry, wanting to relieve herself of the sudden building of energy crawling through her, the fact that she wasn’t in her body to properly feel and parse her emotions always made her feel inhuman like this. Static and white noise crackled at the edges of her being, reacting to the sudden burst of energy she’d worked up, and the crappy video footage she could see after they clearly did something to fiddle with the device showed the man’s stern face and Missy’s wet cheeks.

showtext(“I can try to find my body but for now I’m going to set this as a secondary home point, so I can find it easier.”)

showtext(“If I’m unable to return to myself for some reason I would like Tech-No to help me create a kill switch.”)

showtext(“Existing like this makes me feel inhuman.”)

showtext(“Broken.”)

showtext(“So if I have no other choice I would like to be able to choose my time.”)

The topic was heavy and the emotions that she wanted to feel when discussing it were absent, the dysphoria of being split in two had only begun growing worse recently and she had nobody to talk about it with. Illegally using her powers to expose predators and abusers in high executive positions, or in government positions, wasn’t exactly something she suspected most mental health professionals would hide from the police. It was possible but she also knew how desperate some people could be for money, clout, or influence and the paranoia of being sacrificed for those things outweighed her desire to open up.

Eleanora also knew those people she exposed had money and contacts and could make her very easily disappear if they knew she was the cause.

“You aren’t broken, you just need help. When you’re back I’m going to hug you and then I’m going to hit you for being stupid, then we’re going to get you help.”

Missy’s voice was the one that answered and her tone left no room for an argument, stern in such an innocent way, so Eleanora set the marker on the communicator’s little internal system as she stewed over the statement.

showtext(“You’re going to be a good hero, Swiss Miss.”)

Before either of them could respond she left the communicator, allowing the data stream to pull her along, and Eleanora felt the crackle of energy follow her wake as her subconscious held onto the memories to help evoke the emotions and hormones her body would need to parse them. Just once more she wanted to feel that little ‘oh´ as her heart skipped when someone said they cared even after seeing all of her exposed parts, just once she wanted to feel like maybe she could belong somewhere again.

Even if she knew deep down that she didn’t.

Three hours.

When the ping had come through Marcus hadn’t hesitated to suit up and follow it, taking Missy’s communicator temporarily with him as a precaution, and he had sent Blinding ahead to scout the situation out for them. The radio crackled as the speedy hero confirmed eyes on Lepido without a word, three clicks and a long hold to indicate no sign of Eleanora yet, but Marcus was going to go into this believing that they would save her.

He had to, not just for her but for Missy and himself.

“Blinding, hit ‘em hard and fast, we’re dropping in now.”

Miracle Guy dove out of the air as Marcus and Tech-No began their own descent, the flight packs weren’t as fast as the flying menace of social media but having the other man dive in first created a good distraction. The electric current running along the two stun swords crackled as Marcus ran into the building with Tech on his heels while Miracle handled the initial threat, the unmistakable sound of Red Lightning’s power erupting from his three o’clock just like he’d strategized.

None of the henchmen were able to withstand the two heroes, the thugs dropping with a brush of the high-powered stun weapons, and by the time they found the small room a woman stood at the side of the cot Eleanora was laying on. He took stock of the semi-conscious woman first as lines of blood from her nose had dripped down her face, the skin of her wrists marked from being restrained, and her breathing was slow just like the way she seemed to blink was. His gaze lifted to the other occupant as she played with a long knife, the grip had a set of studded knuckles to make it more than just a weapon to cut with.

Eleanora’s breath was rattled as she tried to speak and the woman laughed. “I should have expected you’d come and save the day, funny that I planned to use you for access to Heroics resources all to find Eleanora and she came to me. Don’t worry, lovely thing, I’ll forgive you for walking away from me.” The hand not holding a weapon slid down Eleanora’s cheek and Marcus saw the way she flinched, trying to tilt her head to get rid of the touch, his grip tightened on his weapons at the breathy whimper filled with a blend of anger and sadness.

“You’re going to be lucky if you don’t end up in prison for a long time, Addison.”

The fact that he’d used her name stilled the woman’s motions, green eyes sharp with anger, and Marcus could have laughed when she charged him. He did smirk when she tripped the static field that Tech had deployed and one swing from the stun weapons jumped the devices enough to activate them, it was easy for Tech to restrain Addison as Marcus hurried to Eleanora’s side and released the restraints holding her arms to the metal side boards.

The hug he received made Marcus tuck the weapons away and return the embrace as Eleanora burst into raspy sobs against his vest.

“You’re going to be okay, Eleanora, I’m here now.”

Eleanora Caballero had risked her freedom for him.

He was not going to let that level of kindness go without being acknowledged.

He wasn’t going to let her fall when she’d protected his family.

Marcus wasn’t going to let the Heroics fail her again.

Part Five

[fantastic-bby]

ATEEZ vs. Christmas confessions

Pairing: Gender neutral Reader x Member

Genre: Pure fluff 

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: When you spend Christmas at the ATEEZ dorm, they confess to you

Warnings: -

A/n: Merry Christmas!! It’s already Christmas over where I’m at, but it might be weird because I know half of the world is still only in the 24th, but I hope everyone has an amazing Christmas and Happy New Years! 

Masterlist

Hongjoong

Would help you decorate a few weeks beforehand 

I feel like he’s probably more excited than he would show 

He just really likes christmas 

He even made a v short song about it because he likes it that much 

Wants to see what you think about it 

Bcs your opinion matter a lot to him ｡◕‿◕｡

Still won’t admit that he likes you even tho it’s pretty obvious 

Spends the night trying to stay close to you

Would probably get bullied by the other members because they all know 

If anyone else got you for secret santa, he would pretty much beg them to let him have you 

“Please???”

“Hyung, it’s just your luck” 

“PLEASE????” 

He just keeps saying please until Wooyoung gives him your name because he starts feeling bad 

Would buy you cute multiple gifts but they’re all small gifts 

Mingi or Yunho would purposefully hold mistletoe above the two of you 

Bcs they just want him to tell you already 

He’s nervous

You’re nervous

You’re both just staring at each other like ●﹏●

Until someone else Yeosang just yells at you to kiss already 

You peck his cheek softly 

Joong’s face is completely red

He wants to kiss you more 

Pulls you away from everyone else to finally confess to you

When you say you like him back he politely asks for another kiss like the good boy he is 

Seonghwa

Got you for secret santa when everyone drew names 

He’s excited bcs he knows exactly what to get you

He likes you a lot and tries to make it obvious but not too obvious

Apparently it's not obvious to you bcs you brush it off a lot as friendly flirting 

Puts him down a lot bcs he’s worried you don’t like him back

You do 

You’re just oblivious to it 

San teases him about it a lot 

Wooyoung teases you about it a lot 

“Whaaat?? There’s no way Hwa likes me haha Woo you’re being weird” 

Hwa helps you set up the tree because everyone else planned something to finally get you two together 

They’re all hiding from both of you 

When you and Hwa are alone you’re just setting up the tree while listening to music 

He loves the way you find the ornaments so pretty even when half of them are crumpled 

Bcs Mingi bullied Jongho so he hit him with the bag of ornaments 

Mingi’s lucky they weren’t glass ornaments 

Anygays 

When you notice that Hwa’s staring at you

(ﾟωﾟ;)

You blush ofc bcs hhhhh why’s he staring at you like that??? 

“I like you” 

He blurts it out bcs he can’t hold it in anymore 

When he realises that he said it, he blushes like crazy 

You’re blushing too 

You’re also freaking out on the inside 

If you know that tiktok audio filled with high pitched squeaking and screaming yea that’s what’s going on inside your brain 

“(Y/n)...?” 

“yeAH! ◎ܫ◎” 

You’re flustered 

But you finally tell him you like him back too 

The both of you spend the rest of the night pretty much stuck together while the other members bully you both for taking too long to get together 

Yunho

AAAA I love this man 

If he likes you he would be so precious and flustered about it 

Gets nervous around you vvvvvv easily 

Completely forgets how to act like a human around you 

“Yunho?” 

He screams

And it scares everyone in the room because what??? 

You’re staring at him like “wtf”

He’s staring at you like O_O 

Can’t believe he embarrassed himself like that 

Gets teased by Seonghwa 

The other members knew ofc bcs he’s so bad at hiding it 

You also had a feeling but you never really said anything about it 

Helps you go christmas shopping for secret santa 

He runs around the store like an excited puppy 

Is so amazed by all the cute decorations 

“(Y/n)!!! Can we get these?” 

Points to random decorations and holds them out in front of your face 

You let him because you think it’s cute

When you actually get to decorating their dorm he stumbles around a lot 

Makes you really worried 

You see him hanging the lights 

The ladder starts shaking 

“YUNHO???”

He fell but he’s fine because Hongjoong broke his fall he almost crushed the poor man

Confesses to you on accident 

He’s talking to Mingi about it in their room and you accidentally overhear bcs the door is slightly open

“I like (Y/n) a lot” 

“Yea it’s so obvious” 

“That’s not helping” 

Wants to confess at the right time 

But since you overhear you push open their door to the bedroom and they’re both staring at you like (◯Δ◯∥)

You’re staring at Yunho 

He’s staring at you 

Mingi ran away 

“Yun, I like you too you know” 

He goes all huh 

You tell him that you like him too you just never said anything about it 

His face goes from O-O to :D real quick 

Cuddles you for the rest of the night 

Won’t let you leave his side 

Yeosang

No one knows about his crush on you 

He’s very secretive about it 

Thought about talking to Wooyoung but he knows that man might just spill to you on accident 

It’s happened before and Yeo calls him a bumbling fool because of it 

Can compose himself around you 

But sometimes his mind just goes into overdrive 

Finds everything about you adorable 

You got San for secret santa 

You’re torn between buying him condoms as a joke or actually getting him a proper gift 

Yeosang thinks it’s cute that you even considered buying him peppermint flavoured condoms bcs even he thinks it’s funny 

“Yeosang, seriously, should I get him condoms or the plushie???” 

Laughs at you bcs he finds you extremely adorable 

Even tho he’s not your boyfriend, he protects you whenever the members tease you about something 

You tripped over Yunho’s long ass legs while he was sprawled out in the living room, letting San and Wooyoung try and turn him into the grinch

You get covered in the weird green fur that they were using 

When Yeosang hears them laughing at you 

He comes up behind them all (-`д´-)

He makes them leave you alone 

“Don’t laugh at them!!” 

Helps clean you up too 

It takes a lot of time because you’re covered in glue 

“Why are they using elmer’s glue???” 

“I don’t know,,,” 

You two spend quite some time in the bathroom just trying to clean your previously cute sweater 

Yeosang decides he’ll just throw it into the wash in the morning 

Lets you wear that really big grey hoodie of his bcs he thinks you look so (♥ω♥*)

The way it pretty much engulfs you completely 

He tells you before you leave his room 

“I like you a lot, (Y/n)” 

You’re honestly surprised 

Didn’t expect him to like you back because he’s just that good at hiding it 

You tell him you like him too

He pats your head while feeling all c:

Spends the rest of the night helping WooSan turn Yunho into the grinch 

San

He tried to make it really obvious that he likes you 

You just never seemed to notice 

Flirts with you a lot 

Compliments you a lot 

Calls you cute a lot 

But you just blush and brush it off 

He’s all pouty because he thinks you don’t like him back 

He forces Jongho to give him your name for secret santa

“Please”

“But hyuuuung”

“GIVE ME THE DAMN NAME”

Jongho’s lowkey sad bcs he knew what he wants to get you but doesn’t know what to get for Hongjoong 

San goes all out 

Buys you a HUGE gift 

Like it’s actually HUGE 

The box is almost the size of Yunho 

You’re kinda scared of the large package when you see it 

But when you open it you’re all UWU because it’s a giant teddy bear

There’s a cute note hanging off of the tag saying it’s from San 

Draws a cute c: on the note

He tells the others he has a plan to confess to you 

He asks Yeosang to hold mistletoe above the two of you 

Yeosang thinks it’s dumb 

So he asks Seonghwa instead 

He also thinks it’s dumb 

(｀Д´) 

San asks all of them to help 

Hongjoong offers because he wants to be nice (also bcs he knows that if San asks Wooyoung, he might throw the mistletoe at the two of you and accidentally hurt someone in the process) 

Hongjoong gets Mingi to help bcs he’s tall 

Mingi hangs the mistletoe from the ceiling 

Almost gives Joong a heart attack in the process bcs he almost slipped off the ladder 

San’s excited 

Mingi accidentally slips anyway and almost brings down the whole ceiling with him 

Everyone’s terrified

Mingi gets up and reassures everyone he’s fine despite almost destroying the whole dorm 

San’s frustrated bcs now he has no excuse to just kiss you 

Instead, Yeosang shoves you two into the closet and locks the door 

Forces San to confess or else he’ll tell you himself 

He finally tells you 

You go “ohhhhh” bcs now you realise his flirting was actually flirting and not just San being playful 

You apologise for being so oblivious 

San finds you so adorable he just kisses your nose 

You love it 

Spends the rest of the night trailing you like a puppy and makes hot coco with you 

Mingi

Mingi’s like Yunho 

Becomes an absolute mess around you 

Doesn’t know how to handle his feelings 

Finds every inch of you insanely adorable 

He pretty much does everything for you 

“Mingi, can you help me with—” 

“Okay :D” 

“I didn’t even say what it was…” 

It was just baking cookies 

He helps you decorate the cookies 

He messes up a lot 

The snowmen cookies don’t look anything like snowmen but you find them so cute  

Mingi makes you laugh a lot bcs he likes hearing you laugh 

Purposefully messes up the cookies to show them to you 

“(Y/n)! Look!” 

He managed to turn the santa hat into traffic cone 

You find it so cute 

Mingi’s just an absolute bundle of sunshine around you 

When you’re all decorating the christmas tree 

Jongho hands you the star to place at the top 

But you can’t reach it because the tree’s so tall 

Yunho offers to help but Mingi shoves him aside asks him to let him do it

He stands behind you 

“I’ll carry you” 

“Wait—no—” 

You don’t have any time to process that he’s lifted you onto his shoulders 

You’re surprised at how easily he carries you 

Almost bumps your head onto the ceiling because he’s so tall 

“Mingi!! Careful!!” 

He has to squat slightly so that you don’t get hurt 

When he brings you back down he has the biggest smile on his face 

“I like you” 

Your face changes from :D to (꒪⌓꒪) real quick 

Mingi thinks you don’t like him back 

Gets sad for a moment 

It’s not that you don’t 

You just didn’t think he liked you back and now you’re so flustered your brain pretty much short circuits 

“Nononono” 

He visibly deflates 

You explain that you like him back 

His group members cheer for him bcs goddamn you both took so damn long to confess 

He spends the rest of the night clinging onto you 

“Mingi, I have to pee” 

“Bring me with you” 

Wooyoung 

He doesn’t want to make it as obvious that he likes you but he can’t help it 

When you’re around he gets so excited his volume goes all the way up

You find it adorable 

You know he likes you and you like him too

You just wanna see how far he goes before he finally confesses to you 

He helps you cook dinner 

You accidentally burn yourself while cooking and he’s all “!!!” 

Maybe he went a bit overboard 

Tries to wrap your entire hand in bandages 

“Woo, I promise I’m fine. It’s just a burn” 

Still offers to run out and buy something to soothe the burn 

It’s not even that serious, your hand just grazed the frying pan lightly 

Wooyoung only calms down when you reassure him for the hundredth time 

Keeps an eye on you while you continue cooking but loosens up after a while 

He feeds you the food to taste (＾▽＾)

Chases you around with a wooden spoon because you pranked him 

When he catches you 

He can’t bring himself to hit you really hard

So he just 

Taps your arm with it

When it’s time to unwrap presents 

You realise that Wooyoung was your secret santa 

He got a picture of the two of you framed 

It’s a picture you both really like 

Wooyoung LOVES the picture 

Every time he sees it he just gets all (♥ω♥ )

It was the first time you went to their concerts after you became friends 

Jongho helped take the picture at the time 

Wooyoung also had a cute lil sticky note on it that was basically his confession 

You find it so endearing 

When you turn to him he’s smiling really widely but he’s obviously really nervous 

You tell him you like him back and his smile somehow manages to widen 

He pretty much grabs you and pulls you into a bone crushing hug 

He’s honestly a child at heart and he’s so cute 

You spend the rest of the night teasing the other members with him and pranking them 

The other members found it cute at first 

Now they hate it 

Bcs somehow you just managed to make his pranking more intense

Jongho 

Doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions 

Gets really quiet around you because he doesn’t want to say something that could embarrass him

You feel like he doesn’t like you as a person in general from how quiet he is 

Either way, you needed his help to carry some stuff from your car into the dorm 

“Jong, could you help me carry some stuff?” 

His heart flutters at the thought of you asking him first 

So he helps you 

It’s still silent because he really doesn’t want to make a fool out of himself 

You’re kinda scared because you knew he was really strong and you didn’t want torture the others with carrying the bags filled with various christmas decorations 

All of you decorate the living room together 

Jongho’s kinda sad that you don’t stick by his side 

He wonders whether you don’t like him either and starts feeling discouraged because he was supposed to play you a song he wrote

He had Hongjoong help him 

Hongjoong finds Jongho really cute and he couldn’t say no 

He has to reassure Jongho that you do like him because you’ve told Hongjoong before 

“I don’t think they hate you” 

“They don’t talk to me much T-T” 

“Just try it” 

Jongho still doesn’t know how to feel 

Brings out his guitar and starts feeling real nervous 

You watch him intently 

When he’s done, you’re both blushing like crazy 

Pulls you away from the others to talk to you about it 

“You were so quiet I thought you didn’t like me,,,” 

Now he feels bad for being so quiet 

He explains that he just felt really nervous around you 

You find that adorable 

He cuddles you for the rest of the night 

He’s so strong he legit doesn’t let you go and you can’t escape