#so uh this was supposed to be a short Drabble whoops

[megumis-lashes]

Sugary Sweet

Pairing: Young! Wakasa Imaushi x reader 

AN: Umm this was just supposed to be a drabble i have no idea how it became this but.. enjoy ig lmao. Update: I switched it all to his first name since I used his surname accidentally 🗿

Word Count: 2.2k (yes i get carried away what about it hmm) 

Contains: Legit just fluff lol, princess is used, fem reader is implied but i don’t think pronouns are specified at all, partially inspired by fall out boy (mainly Irresistable and Immortals) since i find their music extremely fitting for the formation of black dragon :>

Listening to Fall Out Boy! with teen Wakasa and Shinichiro, hanging out in the ravenettes room after school.

Wakasa, signature lollipop in hand, sat on the bed, bored eyes surveying the room as he occasionally tinkered with Shinichiro’s belongings.

Shin was sitting at a rough old desk in the center of the room, staring intently at an old bike engine he was ‘sure as hell’ that he could fix up.

I sat in between the two, fiddling with a pencil and staring down diligently at my homework.

Out of the three of us, I attended school the most and was expected to keep my grades up. Second came Wakasa, who, despite skipping a lot to manage gang activities, was naturally gifted or so in school, managing to pass his classes with minimal effort. Last came Shinichiro. How that kid hadn’t been kicked out of school yet was a mystery to all. He was currently failing multiple classes, but whenever Waka or I would offer to tutor him, he would run off and get into a fight or continue working on his bikes.

“Hey Waka.”

“Yeah?” He replied

“I know you skip school all time time but do you know how to do this equation? Precalc is kicking my ass right now!” I sighed, banging my ahead against one of Shin’s pillows.

“Probably…. Here lemme take a look at it yeah?” Waka mumbled, slowing rising from his position on the bed and inching towards me.

“ EUREKA!!” Shin yelled, shooting up from his seat as his desk. He joyfully beamed down at the old engine in front of him.

“The fuck Shin? You scared the shit outta me man!” Wakasa sighed dramatically, dragging a hand through his messy blonde hair. My eyes lingered on the sight for a bit, internally sighing at how pretty he was without trying. I really didn’t blame all the girls for liking him. Despite the fact that he was a major delinquent in the area, he was genuinely a good guy, an attractive one at that.

“ Waka! I just hit the gold mine of the bike world! This engine looks amazing I gotta go try it out!” He scrambled from his desk to his door, engine and tools in tow.

“I’m gonna set up my bike with the new engine! I’ll be back in a bit. Waka, you better not pull any moves on Y/N! You hear me!” Shin trailed off, sprinting recklessly down the stairs and towards the garage, most likely tripping along the way. I rolled my eyes.

“That idiot” Waka and I said simultaneously. I giggled.

“No seriously, one day he’s gonna fall down the stairs and wind up in a hospital bed for a few months, not that that’s new.” I smiled, reminiscing on the times when Waka and I would visit Shin in the hospital after large fights. Despite being a gang leader, he typically suffered the most serious injuries due to his recklessness.

I could practically hear Wakasa smirk as he finally settled onto the floor, turning his head to face me.

“That idiot really is reckless isn’t he.” He rolled his eyes. “He always warns me to not pull any moves on you, wonder if he has a crush on ya’ huh?” He chided, pushing my shoulder childishly.

“WHATT?? No way Waka, don’t even joke about that!” I waved my hands around, frantically, feeling a warmth spread to the tips of my ears. “We see each other as siblings! Nothing more…”I trailed off.

“Woah there Princess! You seem real defensive now, ya’ sure you’re not the one crushin’ on Shin?” Once again his devilish, albeit handsome, smirk resurfaced, causing me to glare at him.

“How could I have a crush on him with the amount of math homework I have! I thought you were gonna help me with it hmm?” I shrugged, thankful I could get away from the topic of crushes.

If Waka found out I had a crush, much less had a crush on him, I for sure wouldn’t hear the end of it. Shin had already figured out my feelings towards the boy. How? I had no clue. His teasing was relentless though, especially when we were in front of the ‘white leopard’ himself. The reason why Shinichiro would throw out lame remarks like “don’t pull any moves” or “stay in your lane, Waka” was more of a way to tease me than the blond, knowing that I would get flustered every time he insinuated something going on between the two of us.

“Hmm? Changing the topic so soon princess? C’mon I wanna know about your crush! Don’t think Shin didn’t tell me about it!” He chided. I felt my stomach do flips at the thought of Shin embarrassing me without my knowledge.

“Although he did leave out some real important information ya’ know, he didn’t say who ya’ were crushin’ on. I’m real curious, so why don’t ya’ tell me hmm?”

At that moment I wanted to sprint up from my spot on the floor, dart into Shinichiro’s room in the garage, and smack the delinquency outta him. He had some nerve telling my secrets to Wakasa Imaushi of all people.

“Shin doesn’t know how to keep his damn mouth shut, does he…” I mumbled, avoiding the blond’s intense gaze in my direction.

“Look at me. I wanna hear about your crush yeah!” Waka chided once again. The air was thicker this time though. He spoke as if he could sense my anxiety and wanted to lighten the mood. Despite his pleading, I continued to look away, finding interest in the disorganized bookshelf in the corner of Shin’s room.

“Princess..” I heard him sigh, and some shuffling. I expected him to give up, maybe go back to sitting on Shin’s bed or even grab my homework to help me as he promised. What I wasn’t expecting was a rough, but warm, hand to softly grasp around the bottom half of my face, gently turning it towards the owner of said hand. I slightly flinched upon contact but quickly melted into the warmth, much faster that I would’ve liked. Despite the physical reorientation of my face, I kept my eyes averted, knowing that the warmth from the tips of my ears had long spread to the apples of my cheeks, dousing me in an embarrassing red hue.

“Y/N.. why do shy hmm? You can look at me ya’ know, don’t know what got ya’ so damn embarrassed all of a sudden.” He continued. “Ah! Unless you have a crush on me that is. I could see why you’d be so mad at that idiot!” He chuckled, his boyish charm and airy laugh almost completely distracting me from what he just said.

Upon comprehension, my eyes widened but I stayed quiet. How the hell do you reply to something like that? I had no idea, but at that moment I knew that I wanted to crawl under Shin’s bed and pretend nothing existed.

“Hmm? Earth to Y/N? You don’t actually have a crush on me do ya’?” He continued to hold my face. It was then that I realized just how close Wakasa had gotten to me, close enough for me to smell the faint aroma of sweetness from his lollipop and the dusty scent of his cologne mixed with sweat that had faded drastically since the morning. I exhaled.

“Ya’ know Wakasa, this wasn’t exactly how I pictured confessing…” I trailed off a bit, taking another breath before continuing. “Yeah, I do have a crush on you, I’ve liked you for a while now. ‘Was just gonna stay quiet and let it go away but Shin kept pushing me to confess! All of that “don’t pull any moves” crap was his way of teasing me… ‘wanted to embarrass me in front of you since I refused to confess.” I paused, still maintaining a piercing eye contact with the bookshelf in the corner. I could feel Waka’s breath brush my ear, and I knew that if I made eye contact I wouldn’t be able to finish my sentence without becoming a stuttering mess. “Look, Wakasa, I’m not expecting you to fell the same or anything, I just don’t wanna ruin what we have-“ I was cut off by a shocking sweetness and the feeling of hot breath panning over the bottom half of my face. Surprised, I fully faced the boy, making eye contact. My eyes raked over his face, noticing just how warm his face had gotten, the peachy color of his ears and cheeks mirroring mine. As my eyes fell upon my lips, I noticed that the signature stick of a lollipop was long gone, and it struck me. In order to shut me up, Wakasa had taken his lollipop and pushed it into my mouth, the action enough to disrupt my speech and further fluster me. At the realization, I couldn’t stop myself from twirling my tongue around the candy, the sweetness of the treat combined with the thought of it being an indirect kiss enough to bring a shiver down my spine.

“Wow Y/N… can’t say I expected that..” He chucked, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. “Before you go off embarrassing yourself why don’t you hear out my side of the story hmm?” I nodded, still disheveled from the previous few moments.

“I don’t know why you expected me to reject you.. I mean I’ve liked you for months now man. Shinichiro always teased me for being ‘super fuckin’ obvious’ with my feelings but I guess he was wrong.” He smirked again, except this time there was a certain warmth behind it, not being as sinister as his usual expressions.

“Lemme take ya’ on a date, yeah? Shinichiro’s treat since that dumbass always makes us embarrass ourselves..” he mumbled, shaking his head at the thought of the ravenette tinkering away at his engine without a thought in the world.

“Hmm princess? Whatcha still quiet for? You’re not rejecting my offer are ya’? He chided poking my cheek. Feeling a sudden wave of confidence wash over me, I popped the lollipop from my mouth and reached forward to grab the boy’s collar, pulling his face towards mine. Our lips made contact, and even though my eyes were squinted shut, I could practically see the wide eyed expression on Imaushi’s face. Despite the suddenness of it, Waka kissed back whole heartedly, soft and slightly rougher lips mingling together, the subtle flavor of the lollipop sweetening the experience. I deepened the kiss, throwing my arms around his neck, practically straddling his hips. He reciprocated, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, pressing his lips to mine even hungrier than before.

The kiss seemed to carry on for decades, only to be cut short by the two of us gasping for air, internally cursing our lungs for needing oxygen to survive. Surviving off of kisses alone seemed far more appealing. Upon breaking apart, we both took quick breaths, basking in each other’s presence. Remembering my original plan, a cheeky smile covered my face. Taking the lollipop from before, the one I still held in my hand, I lifted it to Wakasa’s lips, pushing the candy back into his mouth, much like he had done before. He jumped a bit, one hand coming to grab at my hands, the other going towards his mouth, brushing over the stick and then his lips.

“You can’t just do that!! Damn that’s embarrassing!” He whined, pushing me off of him and wrestling me to the floor, reversing the way we were positioned.

“Come on Waka! You did it to me before! Think of it as payback!” I smirked up at him, attempting to mimic the devilish smirks he always uses to his advantage.

“But that was different! You were going on and on about me rejecting you and blah blah blah-“

“OK OK! I get the point, dumbass…” I pouted. His arms fell around me, somewhat caging me in.

“Waka…”

“What’s up princess?” There he went with that nickname again, he really new how to fluster me without even lifting a finger.

“So if you reciprocate my feelings, then what does that make us now?” I slightly mumbled, a bit nervous to ask the question.

“We’re boyfriend and girlfriend now. Isn’t it obvious, you’re such a dumbass!” He sighed dramatically, playfully rolling his eyes. I teasingly punched him in the chest.

“I’m just makin’ sure asshole! You’re the one who acted all ‘lovey dovey’ when we were just friends! You’re not as easy to read as you think, ya’ know!” I pouted, once again, bringing my hand to my face to push away my hair.

Our conversation was cut short by the sound of light clapping, effectively causing us to turn our heads towards the source of the sound, the doorway. There stood Shinichiro, a towel draped over his shoulder and an old tool belt slung around his waist. He eyed us curiosly.

“Wow so you guys actually confessed huh? Fucking finally! Only took you like, 5 whole years!” He sighed dramatically, swiping his hand across his forehead. “You guys look mighty comfy’ there hmm? Better not have done anything weird in my room ya’ hear?!” He chuckled, receiving glares from the both of us.

“Shin, ya’ better start running now! ‘Cuz I have a few reasons as to why I wanna fuckin’ kill you!!”

[jungshookz]

Imagine jimin dancing without shirt because it's to hot and the whole class sees him😳

no need to imagine baby i gotchu 

this was supposed to be super short but i said that to myself like two hours ago and it turned into,.,.., thIS..,,. so if balletteacher!jimin doesn’t win the poll at least the ballet!couple stans have,.,.,. WHATEVER THIS IS 

➺ pairing; balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n

➺ genre; i literally cannot focus because i keep staring at this gif so just assume this drabble is as hot as jimin i,.,.,. i am about to go into my jimin phase again,.,. 

➺ wordcount; i don’t know i am so out of it right now (1.7k) 

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the original creator of course :-))

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“sorry i couldn’t make it to brunch last week and... the week before that… but i can definitely join you guys this week!” you chirp, pausing for a second so you can quickly pull your hair into a flimsy low bun, “there’s this place that has these massive waffles and you can pour as much syrup on it as you want on them-” you take your duffle bag out before slamming your locker shut and turning around, “plus-”

you immediately stop talking when you realize that you’re all alone in the changing room

you blink twice before reaching up to scratch your head

what the heck

…how long have you been talking to yourself for??

there are still bags and shoes and loose articles of clothing sitting on benches and hanging out of lockers but it’s just that their owners have completely disappeared

“guys?” you frown, zipping your hoodie up as you step over items littering the ground to make your way to the door, “i know i’ve been really flaky with our dates and stuff but you don’t have to abandon me mid-conversation to prove a point-” you poke your head out of the changing room, holding your breath for a second to see if you can hear anything

“-is someone filming this or what??”

“shh!!”

“move over, let me look too-”

that’s odd

“guys…?” you lower your voice as you approach the girls cautiously, raising a brow at the sight of them crowding around the door of the classroom, “is there, like- some kind of hip-hop class or something-”

you can practically feel the vibrations of the bass pumping through the floorboards as you get closer and closer, the sound of muffled thumping leaking out through the crack in the door

“y/n!” lisa turns her head when she hears you, slipping out of the group with a giggle and gesturing for you to hurry and come over, “there you are, silly- i thought you followed us-”

“follow- well, class is over and we’re all changing out of our unitards so i didn’t know i had to follow you guys anywhere-” you snort, leaning over a little to look at the group of giddy girls again, “let me guess - those boys from that other dance academy came to use our rooms again-”

“guys, move out of the way so y/n can take a look-” lisa swats at jisoo’s back gently, the girls whispering to each other excitedly as they step aside to let you through

“no way!” seulgi chirps, popping her head up at the front of the group, “you snooze, you lose, y/l/n-”

“c’mon, seulgi, don’t be like that-” lisa tuts, shoving at your back to force you through the tightly packed group, “everyone should get a chance to see this-”

“see what?! what is going on-”

“fine, but i’m only giving you one minute-” seulgi wags a finger at you before stepping down from the ledge, wrapping her hand around your elbow and yanking you up, “sixty seconds.”

“can i just say that you guys get so weird whenever those boys come to-” your mouth immediately goes dry the second you turn your head and peer through the crack, all the blood in your body rushing up to congregate in your face, “oh, dear god-”

you were certainly right about all this commotion being caused because of men

except, in this case, it’s just because of one man

you watch in shock as a very shirtless jimin slams his arms down mid-air against the beat, twirling around in the spot with his head tilted back

he slides a hand down his chest until he reaches the waistband of his sweatpants, lifting a leg and thrusting his hips forward with a grunt

his tongue pokes out in between his lips before it curls upwards and you swallow dryly when you feel your stomach flutter

out of all the things you were expecting to see when you looked into the classroom, it definitely wasn’t this

you’ve never seen jimin dance outside of a classical setting so this is very… very…

wow

this is very wow

“god, i wanna fuck him.” seulgi sighs dreamily, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, “i love men. don’t you love men?”  

“men- i-” you force yourself to snap out of your daze, letting out a nervous chuckle as you turn to look at seulgi, “this- to be honest, this feels like a private moment, you know? i-i feel like we should probably leave now before he catches us-”

“oh my god, you always get so weird around mr. park!” seulgi scoffs, rolling her eyes before pursing her lips, “you can appreciate his beauty without feeling bad, y/n. relax a little!”

you press your lips together as you take a second to think through her response

…

what are you even thinking about?

of course you know you can appreciate his beauty!

you have personally appreciated his beauty in private many, many times but of course no one knows that

but maybe if you quit acting so weird and twitchy, seulgi will finally give you a break and will stop giving you crap about how nervous you get around mr. park

for the record, the only reason why you get so sweaty and weird whenever the conversation shifts to how attractive mr. park is is because you’re scared you’ll accidentally let something slip one day and screw everything up

the other day lisa was wondering out loud if mr. park had a six-pack or an eight-pack and you were about to respond with a ‘it’s a six-pack but he’s getting to an eight-pack if i’m being honest-‘ but LUCKILY you stopped yourself before all of that word vomit spewed out of your mouth

obviously she got her answer today after spying on him dancing half-naked

“in fact, i think it’d be good for you to appreciate his beauty up close so you can finally join in on our conversations…” seulgi clears her throat, pushing herself up from the wall as she zeroes in on you 

“yeah, well, i think my sixty seconds is up, so maybe- oh!” you gasp when you feel two hands shove at your back and you don’t get a chance to even process the fact that you’re being pushed before-

the door ricochets against the wall with a smack! after you get pushed into the room, your palms slapping against the wooden floor immediately to keep yourself from knocking a tooth out

“y/n!” jimin snaps out of his intense concentration when he sees you stumble into the room behind him in the mirror, turning to look at you with wide eyes before hurrying over to the stereo to turn the music off, “are you alright??”

“fine! i-i’m fine- i’m good-” you sneakers squeak against the ground as you scramble to your feet, glancing back to glare at a very smug-looking seulgi  

why is she always getting you into these situations?!

…how do you always let her get you into these situations?!

“i’m so sorry for… i… um…” 

you know this isn’t the first time you’ve seen his skin glisten with sweat but something about the way the light is hitting jimin is making you feel a little lightheaded

the corner of jimin’s mouth curls into a knowing smirk when he notices the way your eyes lower from his face to his body, “i was… you see, i-”

“you were…” he coos mockingly, tilting his head as he makes his way back over to you, “you were what, bab-”

“the girls!” you interrupt frantically, stepping aside to gesture towards the large group of girls still crowded by the door, “the- the girls wanted me to- uh, they wanted me to ask you a question so i- that’s why i’m in here.”

jimin’s face pales slightly when he notices the girls standing by the door

oh

whoops

“oh, of course!” he clears his throat loudly before taking a step back from you, the two of you exchanging panicked glances before he bends down to pick his shirt up, “what was the question?” he slides his shirt back on

“there’s no question, sir-” seulgi chimes in before pausing for a second, “however, as the obvious group leader here, i’d like to say on behalf of everyone that you are very welcome to demonstrate this dance in class if you’d like-”

the girls immediately burst into laughter and jimin snorts before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck bashfully

“very funny, ladies-” jimin shakes his head before gesturing for everyone to go, “go and get out of here! i’ll see all of you next week-”

“have a good weekend, mr. park!”

“goodbye, mr. park!”

“bye, mr. park!!”

you wait until you hear everyone’s voices drift further and further away before scurrying over to the door and peering around it to make sure no one’s around

“coast is clear.” you let out a breath of relief to see that the hallway is empty before turning around to- “oh!” you jump when you end up bumping right into jimin, stumbling back a little before reaching out to press your hand flat against his chest so you can shove him back into the room, “what is the matter with you?? you already know all the people here drool over you on a daily basis and you still go around half-naked and- and thrust your hips like that-”

“what, you didn’t like it?” jimin teases, wrapping his fingers around your wrist so he can pull your hand down and slide it underneath his shirt

“hey-” you feel your entire face flush the moment your hand comes into contact with the ridges of his firm abdomen and you slip your hand out quickly, jimin laughing at your reaction before reaching up to pinch your cheek

“all i’m saying is that you weren’t exactly against my thrusting last night, miss y/l/n-”

“jimin!”

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[coolsatellite]

hiii maybe a drabble or hc idea (whatever you want) where yandere hoodie is taking a walk with s/o and for whatever reason just passes out and wakes up as Brian??? if that doesn't make sense I can explain more sjsjshhsh

omggg i hope this is what you were looking for!!!! i think i got the idea but please lmk if it’s totally off base lol. also i started writing this in my normal hc format but it started to turn into a mix of that and an actual writing piece lol whoops

It was unusual for Hoody to let you have so much freedom, let alone outside

You hadn’t questioned his reasoning when he asked if you wanted to go for a walk with him, afraid that he may change his mind if you so much as blinked differently

Of course you didn’t have complete free rein, instead of your ankles being shackled to a leg of the bed, he held the end of the chain and dragged you along with him

It would’ve been demeaning under normal circumstances, but you were far from normalcy at this point

Just as you were getting used to the fresh air and slight breeze on your face, Hoody made a sudden stop

Fearing that he may have heard something you hadn’t, you took a step closer to him and glanced around the area

Only moments passed before he fell to his knees, slumping over on his side soon after

You thought he was playing some weird game with you

Am I supposed to do something..?

Nudging him with your foot did nothing to ease your mind, so you knelt down

“Hoody? Uh, are you all right?” 

The glimmer of hope that had sparked in your chest was demolished once you saw his chest move up and down

So he was alive

Despite the knowledge that this man would end your life with no hesitation if you were to attempt to escape, you still eyed the chain settled in his limp hand

Death had always seemed like the better option when compared to living with this monster for however long he decided to keep you 

Before you could even process what you were doing, you slid the end of your string of metal out of his hand and began taking small steps away

If this was the one chance you’d get to see your family again, you’d take it

You nearly choked on your own saliva when you heard a groan come from the body in front of you

Flinging the chain in your hand to the ground, you watched silently as Hoody began to feel his face with gloved hands

Murmurs of confusion emanated from his mouth as he struggled to take his mask off

Interesting, he hardly ever takes it off outside of the bedroom

The person sitting in front of you was familiar, yet a complete stranger

Though his features were the same, the way they were used was completely different

The dead eyes you were used to seeing were replaced by a pair of confused, yet warm ones

His face was so open to read, far from the guarded look that often plagued your nightmares

He finally noticed you and sprung to his feet

“Hey are you okay?”

You stared at him with apprehension...what was he trying to do? How the hell did he look so much kinder and genuine right now? He must be a damn good actor because for a split second, you considered the idea that maybe he actually cared about your answer. How could you not? He was staring at you with such concern, glancing around every so often as if he didn’t know where he was

“Yeah… are you?”

“I think so. Do you know where we are?” 

Was he serious? He knew these woods like the back of his hand, memorizing every tree placement and creek formation

“I mean, I haven’t been out here in a while but I’m pretty sure the house is that way,” you gestured behind you, certain that you hadn’t yet taken any turns during this short lived stroll

Hoody looked behind you with absolutely no familiarity in his eyes. “Oh. Hey, I’m Brian by the way.” He held out his hand with an awkward and adorable smile. One you hadn’t seen before

You carefully shook his hand, mind filled with questions and wondering if you should just play along

“I’m Y/N”

[comradelup]

@daughterofsarenrae said: Blupjeans + stolen century hurt/comfort!!

this was supposed to be a drabble. it is now 4k words. i went insane on this fine sunday afternoon/evening/night. blupjeans make you lose control.

ao3 link

Twenty seconds ago, Lup hobbled into the medbay, using Taako as a crutch and covered in soot and burns. Barry, who was just trying to find where he left his old body’s skeleton from a previous experiment, was tasked with patching her up while Taako helped Magnus clean up the mess outside.

He helped her onto the examination table to take the weight off her leg, which has some severe burns on it. Both arms are burned too, getting worse closer to her hands. He guesses she did some wandless evocation— or as she likes to call it: “fireball juggling” that went wrong. Too bad she chose to wear shorts and go without her jacket. Her hair is dirty and the tail ends are charred, and her face has soot on it, but it doesn’t look too bad. She doesn’t look too bad, and he’d tell her that if he had a single smooth bone in his body.

“Whoops,” she says with a shrug as Barry grabs the necessary materials needed to clean her up. Stuff to clean off the ashes and dirt, burn cream (that the ship keeps an ample amount of specifically for Lup Disasters™), and gauze to put over the cream. Merle’s out on some excursion with Lucretia and Davenport, so it’ll be at least a few days before he comes back to heal her magically. Honestly, Lucretia and Davenport’s absence explains the accident, they’re the most responsible ones.

“W-what happened?” Barry asks, wetting a washcloth and starting to scrub her upper arm.

“Accidental explosion, happens to the best of us.”

“W-with you around maybe,” Barry says, causing Lup to scoff indignantly.

“Rude!” she declares, “I am the best evocationist ever. It’s not my fault the dirt on this stink planet is explosive.”

Barry chuckles as he finishes wiping down her upper arm. Making his touch lighter he moves on to her forearm, and he doesn’t notice he’s gone quiet as he focuses.

“Aw, you’re so considerate,” Lup teases. Barry grins sheepishly and shrugs.

“I don’t w-w-wanna hurt you, is all.”

Lup makes a small sound that sounds between an exhale and a chuckle. “Thanks, babe.” Her voice suddenly sounds a lot more sincere.

He looks up and she’s smiling down at him. He nearly loses his breath, and manages to say, “No problem.”

He goes back to his work to avoid combusting completely. Lup says, “It’s funny, actually, how all this happened. When the explosion happened my wand just disappeared. It was behind my ear and went who-knows-where. I told Taako to get it for me but I don’t know how long it’ll take him.”

“I can help him after we’re done, if he wants help.”

“Don’t stress it babe, Mags is helping him. You can go back to your bones or whatever.”

Barry chuckles, finally cleaning up the arm. He moves to the next one and Lup stretches the clean one out, almost instantly wincing. She brings it back to her side and says, “Nope, stretching severely burned skin is a bad idea. The more you know.”

Barry chuckles again. “Just try to stay still until I get the cream on. It’ll help with dry skin too.”

“Me, sitting still? Have you met me, Barold?” she says, making him laugh a little. Nonetheless, after shuffling a little to get comfortable, she sits still. Her unburned leg bounces against the rung of the table, though.

A small lapse of silence fills the air between them, and Barry can’t quite tell if it’s awkward or comfortable or something else. He focuses on her arm either way, carefully wiping soot off the tips of her fingers before washing out the cloth in the sink.

He brings it back and starts wiping the side of her face clean. She was watching his hands before, but now she’s watching his face. His hand stills as they make eye contact. The silence is definitely something else now, but he can’t tell what it is. After a moment of silent staring, he brakes contact and goes back to cleaning, now feeling more than a little awkward. He’s intently focusing on Lup temple, so he can’t see her expression, but out of the corner of his eye, she looks a little… disappointed?

“What do you need your old skeleton for?” she asks suddenly. It takes him by surprise.

“Oh, uh, I was going to do some tests and needed b-b… I needed b-bones that weren’t, you know, still in a body. I thought I left some in here.” He adds, “You guys think it’s weird that I keep my old bodies, but it keeps me from experimenting on myself.”

Lup laughs a little. “I don’t think it’s weird.”

Barry backs away from her now-clean face. She was looking away from him, at the far wall, but looks back once there’s more distance between them. He asks, “Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, it is weird, but it makes sense, especially once you put it like that.”

He smiles before moving to her legs. Her right one is burned worse than her left, so he starts with the left. He pulls a wheely chair over to sit in and she props her foot on his thigh. Starting at the ankle, he says, “It’s not w-weird the more you think about it. It’s just recycling.”

Lup laughs at that, covering her mouth with her hand. Barry laughs along as he cleans. Lup says, “Can’t argue with that logic!”

“Tell that to Taako. He called me a… w-wh-what was it… a ‘total v-vulture’ when I tried explaining it to him.”

Lup laughs again, a little more calmed down. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll beat him up if he bullies you any more.”

Barry smiles, half to himself. “Thanks.” He finishes working on her calf and moves up to her knee.

Lup says, “Y’know, if you give me another rag I can help you with that.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I got it,” Barry says, shaking his head a little.

Lup shrugs, “If you insist.” She leans back, arms propper her up before she winces and remembers the burns.

“W-wait. Here,” Barry says, stopping and putting down his cloth. Lup moves her foot off him and he stands, grabbing the burn cream off the table next to her. Opening it and squeezing a little bit into his hand he says, “I’ll reapply and b-b-b… wrap it later, but this should help in the meantime.”

He rubs the stuff between his palms and when she offers a hand he takes it. He rubs both his hands around hers to spread the stuff over her burns. He’s careful not to hurt her and he stares hard at her hand to avoid making eye contact. He can tell his face is red enough.

Once it’s all rubbed in he just simply holds her hand in one of his and asks, “Okay, how’s that?”

He dares to look up at her and she’s looking at him silently, mouth ajar and what looks like a blush on her face. That could be his imagination though. She looks away and says, “Yeah! Yeah, it’s fine. Great, actually. Feels a lot better.”

“Oh, good. I’ll do the, uh, the other one, then.” Lup just nods, and Barry repeats the process with her other hand. It’s almost like a lotion, it moisturizes the skin as well as healing it. Barry’s hands come away soft as a baby’s skin. He thinks about that more than the softness of her hand despite the injury.

They fall into silence again as Barry sits back down and moves on to cleaning her other leg. Barry tries not to think about both him and Lup blushing as he held her hand, because if he thinks about it he’ll think too much about it and that’ll get him nowhere. Gods know he’s done that too many times already, especially when Lup is concerned.

Any chance of avoiding awkward talk is thrown out the window when Lup winces and buckles forward, gritting her teeth as Barry accidentally presses too hard into her burned thigh. He moves his hands away from her leg as if she stung him, instantly blurting out apologies.

“I’m sorry, I w-w-wasn’t thinking. That was v-very stupid of me. Sorry.”

Lup holds up a hand. “No. Don’t. It’s fine. I wasn’t paying attention either.” She sucks in a breath and lets it out slowly, relaxing her muscles as she does so. She leans back and smiles sheepishly. “That just stung a lot.”

“Sorry,” Barry says again.

“Don’t be,” Lup insists, “You obviously didn’t do it on purpose.”

Barry nods. She offers her leg again, and he lets her prop her foot on his leg as he goes back to work, now acutely aware of her pressure sensitivity. He spares a glance at her and she’s fiddling with her hands in her lap. They’re slowly and softly trailing over each other; she interlaces her fingers, holding her own hand.

It’s been a while now and Barry is realizing the mood has changed from the time when she got here. A lot quieter, softer, a little more intimate. Or maybe the injury made Lup too tired to be as talkative as she usually is. Maybe the something hanging in the air between them, so heavy he can almost physically feel it, is all in Barry’s imagination.

“I wonder what’s taking the boys so long,” Lup says, “Kinda worried about my wand.”

“I guess how fast they’ll find it depends on how big the explosion is,” Barry says, “B-b-but we always have backups if they can’t find it.”

Lup makes an agreeing sound. “But I like my wand, it’s a good one.”

“I get that,” Barry says.

“Says the one who made a wand out of his ulna.”

“Says the one who set fire to gunpowder dirt.”

“Says the one who wore a jeans tank top. A jank jop.”

“Says the one who told me to w-wear it.”

“Says the two flirting by insulting each other.”

Barry and Lup’s heads turn in sync to Taako, who’s sauntering in with two small bits of something in his hand. Lup, defensive, says, “We weren’t—!”

“Yes you were, shut up,” Taako says. Barry says nothing and tries to keep his face from turning red at the assumption. Taako reaches Lup and hands her the sticks. “Here.”

She takes them and, yep, they’re the two halves of Lup’s broken wand. She frowns and pouts a little and says, “Aww, my good wand.”

“Don’t mess around with the stinky dirt, goofus,” Taako says, “How’re the burns?”

“They’re getting better,” Lup says, putting the wand pieces down next to her. “Once we get all the junk off me and the burn cream on me I’ll be fine.”

Taako hums. “We’ll get you a new wand after that’s done. Then you can help us look for Magnus’ granddad’s knife. He’ll cry if we can’t find it.”

Lup nods and Taako turns to Barry. “Speed up on the ‘fixing my twin’ thing,” he says, poking Barry in the nose before turning and leaving.

“But I don’t want a new wand,” Lup grumbles, crossing her arms. It’s dramatic and mostly for goofs, but he can tell she’s actually a little upset.

“You know… I’m p-pretty sure I still have my other ulna.”

Lup makes eye contact with him, a beat passes, and they both dissolve into laughter.

“You’re so weird, Bluejeans,” Lup says, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. “I dig it.”

Barry chuckles a little more as he calms down. “Thanks… I guess?”

Luckily, all the soot is finally off of Lup. He stands, takes out the burn cream again, and says, “Give me your arm.”

She sticks it out and he squeezes it from the bottle directly onto her forearm. He starts working it over her whole arm and she sighs in relief. “That feels so good. I was feeling like I got sunburnt all over.”

Barry’s nervous again, remembering the atmosphere from the last time he did this. He says, “You kinda w-w-were.”

Lup chuckles at that and says, “Yeah, I guess so.”

The burn isn’t too bad beyond her elbow, but he spreads the extra cream up there just in case. He wipes his hands on his jeans and grabs the gauze next. He starts wrapping her palm and she suddenly winces, hand tensing. Barry freezes, mortified that he hurt her. “Oh, sorry. W-was that too tight?”

She nods, grimacing. “A little.”

He unwraps and rewraps it, careful to be a little looser. His face burns with embarrassment. This is the second time he’s hurt her, oh he sucks at this. He continues wrapping the gauze around her hand in a repetitive motion, willing himself to focus on doing it right.

Something must’ve shown on his face, because Lup places her free hand over his, stilling it. “Hey.” He looks up and meets her eyes and she’s smiling sympathetically. “Don’t worry about it, I’m fine. I’m tough, y’know?” Her smile turns teasing and she says, “You couldn’t hurt me if you wanted to.”

That’s not true, because he didn’t want to hurt her and he still did, but he smiles a little regardless. She’s trying to cheer him up and he appreciates it. They hang suspended in that moment for a beat, just smiling at each other. That’s the second time this has happened too. He goes back to wrapping her hand and says, “I think even if I did hurt you Taako w-w-would hurt me just as bad.”

Lup chuckles, though it sounds a little empty. Weird. “Yeah, he’s real weird about that sometimes. Like, I can take care of myself, dingus! No need to go into ‘protective twin’ mode.”

Barry hums, nodding. He finishes wrapping the gauze and tucks the end of it into the folds so it’ll stay closed. He takes his hands off hers and she holds it out. The fingers are free but the palm is covered. It also reaches halfway up her forearm, where the burns were the worst. She wiggles her fingers a bit and turns her hand around to inspect both the front and back of the wrapping.

“Sweet, now I got a bitchin’ cast.”

Barry laughs a little. “If you w-want to think of it that way.”

“I do,” Lup says, smiling proudly. She sticks her other hand out and says, “Let’s do part two.”

Barry nods, getting the burn cream and starting to lather it onto her other arm. Lup says, “Do you think I’ll need to mummify my leg?”

Barry shakes his head. “It’s not as b-bad as your hands. Just put the cream on and reapply every so often until it’s healed. The gauze is really just to keep the stuff from rubbing off of your hands as you touch stuff.”

“Cool,” Lup says, “Though it’d be a nice early Halloween costume.”

“Yeah, if this planet does Halloween.”

“Fair. Hey, remember that cycle where Halloween was a monthly thing?”

“Oh yeah. April Halloween was w-weird to experience.”

“But really fun. I think me and Taako did the matching costume that month.”

“Right. You w-were Mario and Luigi right?”

“Yeah.” Lup laughs. “I was a great plumber.”

“I remember that. You made Magnus be P-peach.”

“No, he wanted to be Peach. He rocked that dress.”

Barry nods in agreement. Her other hand is just about done. It’s quicker work after doing it once before. He tucks the end of the gauze away and starts to put the roll back in its little box. He stands and pushes the stool out of the way. “There, you’re done.”

“Nice,” Lup says, holding out her hands and admiring them. Her casual smile turns reminiscent. “Y’know, whenever Taako or I got hurt on the road we always used to patch each other up and I always insisted we had to kiss it better. We had an aunt that told us it was healing magic when we were real little and it stuck with me.”

The image of Barry kissing Lup’s hand enters his mind and stubbornly refuses to leave. He stutters out an “Oh, really?”

Lup nods. “Yeah.” She smirks mischievously and holds out her hand like a queen to her subject. “Try it.”

Oh! She’s trying to kill him. That’s fine. This is fine. His face is probably as red as his robe and judging by Lup’s grin she thinks this is hilarious. Whatever. Fuck it. Let’s go all in. He gently takes both of her hands, holds them together, and presses a kiss to the junction between them.

When he lifts his head he stares at her hands in his, unable to make eye contact. Why the fuck did he just do that? Is he insane? She’s gonna think he’s insane, or laugh it off. He doesn’t know which is worse.

Biting the proverbial bullet, he lifts his head and looks at her. She’s staring at him again like before, eyes filled with determination and another unreadable emotion. She lifts her hands out of his grasp. Of course. This was weird and she thinks he’s weird and he should just leave before—

She’s kissing him. On the lips this time. Her hands moved to either side of his face and pulled him in, his hands falling to her knees on instinct. Oh. Wow. He kisses back, eyes falling closed. After too short a time, Lup breaks the kiss and leans back, staring at him with that determined something in her eyes still.

Then it melts away and she’s avoiding his gaze. “Um.”

“Um,” Barry parrots. He doesn’t know what to say either. His hands are still on her knees. Her hands are held near her chest, fingers curled into loose, nervous fists.

She looks to him again and opens her mouth to say something, but a loud voice interrupts her.

“Hey guys! Look what I found!” Magnus says as he enters, proudly brandishing his knife. On instinct, Barry backs up. Magnus notices his and Lup’s expressions and, with confusion, asks, “Am I interrupting something?”

“Uh, you found your knife? Where was it?” Lup says rather than answer the question. Barry sees a bit of darkness to her cheeks but says nothing. He’s probably blushing so hard he looks like a stop sign.

“Stuck in a tree,” Magnus says, laughing a little. “And not like in the branches or anything. It looked like someone threw it into a tree.”

Lup forces a small laugh of her own. ���That’s wild, dude.”

“Isn’t it!? But uh, I just wanted to tell you guys so you didn’t worry. Bye!” And he’s gone as quickly as he left.

With the atmosphere thoroughly shattered, Barry and Lup look at each other awkwardly. “Um,” they say in unison, then laugh a little at that.

“Uh, here,” Barry says, grabbing the bottle of burn cream and handing it to her. “For your leg. And your, uh, your fingers.”

“Thanks,” Lup says. When she takes it their fingers brush and they both pretend to not notice it. She slips down from the table and starts making for the door, but walking slowly and backward. “I’ll uh, give this back when I’m done.”

“Mm-hm. You should reapply in uh, a few hours,” Barry says.

“Okay. Cool.” Lup nods. Then she… waves? And Barry waves back? “Bye,” Lup says, then bumps into the wall by the door, smiles sheepishly, and disappears down the hall. The door automatically slides shut behind her.

Barry sighs heavily, leaning against the table. What the fuck was that? He just kissed her. He kissed Lup. The woman he’s been practically in love with for decades now. And they just ignored it. Or they’re avoiding it? Which should he be hoping for? Should he go after her and talk about it? Would that be weird? Or would pretending it didn’t happen be weirder?

Fuck. He needs to get himself together. He looks down and realizes he’s been throttling this washcloth like it owes him money. Okay. Okay. Step one: clean the medbay. Step two: go to your room and scream into a pillow until you know you’ll be able to look Lup in the eye. Her warm, brown, soft eyes that look right into Barry’s soul and—

Focus!

He cleans the medbay, putting away the materials and wiping down the exam table, just in case. Also to get his nerves out. He almost trips over the rolling chair twice so it doesn’t help much. But he notices something: Lup’s old wand, still in two pieces and still on the table. She’ll want that back.

Fuck, he’s gonna beat himself up if he doesn’t do this, huh?

Telling himself it’s just to give her property back and for no other reason, Barry makes his way down to the hall of sleeping quarters to where Lup’s room is.

He knocks on the door and it slides open, but Barry is instead face to face with Taako. He looks as surprised to see Barry as Barry is seeing Taako. But Taako’s face morphs into a grin and he says, “Hey, Barold. What’s up?”

“Lup forgot her w-w… her wand,” Barry manages, holding out the halves for Taako to take.

Taako does that thing where he pretends to think on a matter even though he’s made up his mind. He taps a finger to his chin and hums. Then he points that finger at Barry and says, “Why don’t you give it to her.” He winks, he fucking winks, then moves past him and into his own room.

Barry turns back to looking through Lup’s doorway at Lup herself. She looks like she’s been pacing. She does that when she’s nervous. Is she as stressed over this as Barry?

“Um, here’s your w-wand,” he says, holding it out to her. He’s still standing in the doorway. She crosses the room to take it from him, but she seems more focused on him. Their hands brushing is an afterthought.

“Thanks,” she says. While still keeping that eye contact, Lup places her broken wand on the dresser by the door. The third time they keep staring at each other. This time, he doesn’t break it.

“Barry?” she asks.

“Yes?”

“I, uh,” She breaks eye contact this time, nervously looking down before meeting his gaze again. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask permission before I kissed you.”

That takes him by surprise. “W-w-what?”

“I’m sorry, I kissed you without knowing if you would be cool with it. I mean, you kissed back so that probably means you were? But still, I’m not too sure and either way I shouldn’t have assumed anything that was rude of me and I—”

“Lup?”

She freezes. “Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“…Yes.”

So he does. He steps forward, officially crossing the threshold of her room and meeting her lips with his. Her hands find his face again and— right, she still has bandages on. His own hands fall to her hips. Her shirt is a little rumpled and riding up so he touches bare skin and it’s soft. So is the kiss, it’s soft and warm and perfect, just like Lup. This kiss is longer, less impulsive, more gravitational. They came crashing into each other and Barry’s heart exploded into a million tiny pieces.

But it ends, sadly, and Lup backs up just enough to look him in the eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that for such a long time.”

“Me too.”

“I never imagined having mummy hands when we did it though,” Lup says, giggling. Barry does too.

“I really don’t mind.”

“I do. I can barely feel your dumb, cute face.” She prods his cheeks with just the tips of her fingers for emphasis.

Barry moves a hand to cup her cheek. “Your face is cute too.”

She leans into the touch, her hand over his own. “Thanks.”

“Kinda wanna kiss it again, if I’m being honest.” Gods, it feels so good to be honest about this now.

“I wouldn’t mind that at all,” she says, moving steadily closer.

Barry moves closer too. Gravitational. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They meet in the middle for another kiss. Barry feels like a shooting star and a firework and a blooming flower, but more importantly: he feels Lup. Her fingers on his face, her hips under his hands, her lips on his, her breath mixed with his.

It’s nothing short of heaven.

[corescorner]

Can I have an intrulogical drabble themed with Remus'birthday?

Oh a drabble! This is a bit longer than that.

The word count is 1,186.

I know the ‘ending’ is open ended, but I wanna write a second part to this that follows the days events.

Uh trigger warnings I guess dark themes, gore?? Not really but implied. It’s part of a ghost au I’ve been wanting to write.

~~~

“Remus, are you here?” Logan inquires to the large abandoned house. Of course he is, Logan knows this; Remus can’t leave.

He’s standing in the main foyer of the dilapidated structure, waiting for Remus to show himself. 

He knows Remus knows he’s there, Remus can sense anyone who walks onto his property, the question was just for Logan himself; he likes to announce that he’s there, it’s just polite.

And sometimes Remus gets a little too caught up in things he’s doing to care about people intruding in his manor.

The door slams harshly behind Logan and a cackle surrounds him, he rolls his eyes but smirks at the ghosts antics.

“Remus, I have something for you, if you’d just become corporeal we can start.”

“Start what?” Remus says excitedly behind Logan, manic grin in place.

Logan smiles at his boyfriend “ah, there you are, I had a feeling.”

Remus floats over to Logan; a salacious smile replaces the manic one, Remus drags his finger over Logan’s cheek making him shiver from the cold touch.

“Mmm, I have a feeling too, wanna look further into that with me?”

Logan leans in and pecks the ghost on the lips, too short for Remus’ liking but what Logan says when he backs away has Remus stock still.

“Happy birthday.”

“What?”

“Happy birthday, it’s your birthday today, and therefore I have something for you.”

“It’s my birthday? How do you know that, I don’t even remember when that was.”

Logan adjusts his tie and clears his throat “well, I did some digging to figure out this information.”

Remus smirks with a quirked eyebrow “legal digging?”

“Irrelevant” Logan waves off, “what is relevant is my gift.”

“Oh yea, and what am I receiving?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. 

“A day out.”

And Logan stumps him once again.

“That’s impossible” he shakes his head, floating higher up and flipping onto his back to lounge in the air.

“It is not in fact impossible for me dear” he adjusts his glasses with a smug expression.

Remus flips over and letting his arms dangle, “oh yea hot shot witch? What’chu got?”

Logan pulls a scroll out of his shoulder bag, it’s old looking and it looks like someone tried to burn it.

“This scroll is an ancient spell that allows the dead to walk the earth for a day once a year, now it does say that it lets all the dead come back, and that would be catastrophic. So I revised it to allow for one ghost to become able to do it.”

Remus blinks multiple times in awe, “of fuckin course you did, and how did you test this bitch out?”

“Already dead animals of course, I just need one thing from you.”

“Oh?”

“Some sort of DNA, in your case I would assume bones.”

“Where’d you get the animals DNA?”

“Once again irrelevant.”

Remus smiles widely; god dang he’s so love struck with this man.

“You want my bone? Follow me~” he once again turns on to his back and floats off into the direction of the cellar, beckoning Logan forwards with wiggling fingers.

The cellar is dark but as they go down candles start to flare to life in big bursts of green before they settle into the warm orange glow a candle is supposed to emit.

He’s never been down in the cellar before, the door has always been locked, it doesn’t even have a handle; he’s curious to know what’s down here.

As he steps off the last stair the room flares with light and he can see the room at large.

It... it’s a dungeon of some sort.

“Remus, what exactly am I looking at here?”

“My secrets” his eyes flash, twisted grin on his face.

“Right, as much as I really, really want to get into that, there’s too much to unpack there for right now; bones?” 

“Right over there” he points to a large throne like chair, it’s upholstered in green silk, it’s ripped and dirty from the years; but what sits upon the throne is a skeleton; old blood marring the almost white shirt from its collar down.

Remus floats over to his skeleton and rips his skull off, he then hands it to Logan.

“You needn't do that, I could have done the ritual right in front of the throne.”

Remus waves him off “eh then just keep it.”

Logan looks down at the skull in thought “very well.”

He takes a cloth out of his bag and wraps the skull up to place it in his bag.

“I know that look, you already have ideas for that don’tcha?”

Logan smirks “I do indeed, now let’s get this party started shall we?”

He steps over equipment and other bones to get to the skeleton, he takes a deep breath with closed eyes and starts to chant.

Remus doesn’t understand what Logan is saying, or the gestures he’s doing with his hands, but it’s mesmerising; he can’t take his eyes off of the ritual.

He’s so focused on Logan that he takes an unneeded breath, and when he feels the air in his lungs it startles him, he’s still floating and he can still feel his ghostly powers course through him, but he also feels… more alive.

Logan stops chanting, he sways with fluttering eyes and Remus doesn’t think twice before lurching forwards to catch Logan before he stumbles to the side.

“That take a lot outta you?”

Logan looks up at Remus from the ghosts arms, a soft look on his face as he caresses Remus’ cheek.

“Without my familiar here yes, but it’s worth it” he says kissing the other being.

“So, I can… leave the manor for the rest of the day?”

“For exactly twenty four hours, once the spell wears off you’ll be sent right back here; what would you like to do first?”

“First? This” Remus says going back down to kiss Logan but with more force to it.

Logan chuckles as he pulls away, but he grabs Remus’ hand.

“Come, let’s go.”

Remus vibrates with excitement, he hasn’t been out of the manor boundaries for so so long, he’s raring to see how much the town has changed with his own eye.

They’re walking outside and to the gate but Logan stops them once there “one rule: no magic around mortals, so get your feet on the ground mister.”

He groans, but that’s fair, people don’t usually float.

“It’s gonna be weird walking everywhere” he scowls but plants his feet down.

There’s a lot of questions Logan wants to ask, too many really; but today is about having fun in a whole new world for Remus so he’ll keep his questions to himself.

For now.

Logan opens the gate and steps through, Remus seems oddly hesitant but he too walks through with Logan.

He’s on the other side of the gate.

He’s on the other side of the gate!

He whoops and hollers, excitement sparks out of him; literally.

He jumps up and tightly hugs Logan.

“Happy birthday” Logan says kissing Remus’ cheek.

And off they go, to have some birthday fun.

[saturn-in-autumn]

BRO your art and writing are both so good ajsbsjjs can I request a danny reveal to valerie? I would assume this would be a small drabble prompt but I'll let you choose how to do it and if you even want to do it in the first place whoops

ASDFGJHJK Thank you so much! 

Omg, first off I am SO SO Sorry this took me so long to get back to you! It’s actually so bad... But I finally finished your request!! It took me a while to figure out how to phrase everything and get my head around it but I ended up getting a little carried away in the end, I’m sorry... 

So here it is I suppose! I’ve also posted it to Ao3 here if you’d like to have a look, but it’s also under the cut if you want to read it on here! 

Thank you so much for your patience, I only hope it was kind of worth it? Idk. I ended up writing a short story/one shot rather than a drabble haha, I just didn’t expect it to get so long!  And thanks for the request idea! 

- Fire and Water -

Valerie sometimes thought Danny was like water.

He was so perfectly clear somehow, an undisturbed lake shining in the moonlight. His iridescent blue eyes sometimes felt like they could see right through her, somehow sense exactly how she was feeling, understand her deepest secrets.

That eerie calmness rippled and cascaded through him, so clear and tranquil, yet so incredibly dangerous.

He had a depth that terrified her to no end, a feeling that if she dove down too deep he would overflow, drown her with his power. As if his little lake held all the fierce might of the sea.

(In which Danny has a secret to tell Valerie, but doesn't quite know how to go about it)

“Ugh, what am I supposed to do Tuck?” Danny groaned, resting his head on his elbows in the grimy corner booth.

Tucker shrugged, patting his back awkwardly in what he hoped was a comforting manner. “I don’t know man, I don’t have a murderous ghost-hunter for a girlfriend.”

Danny sighed, looking forlornly across the crowded restaurant of the Nasty Burger. Valerie was still standing by the till, laughing with some customer as she took their order. She was gorgeous even in the grease-stained yellow of the fast food uniform. Silently Danny watched as she tucked a stray strand of dark hair out of her eyes and looked away. He was such a loser.

“Hey… but then again, it’s not really our decision to make.” Sam’s voice cut through Danny’s musings and he looked up at her dolefully. “Whether or not you want to share it with her is up to you.” She took another slurp of her slushie and frowned. “I thought you had sworn not to. Why the sudden change?”

Danny looked away, straightening to peer out the window at the passers-by on the street. “I don’t know… I just feel… like it’s wrong to keep lying to her is all…” Danny could feel Sam and Tucker’s eyes on him as he sighed again, “Look, we’ve been going out for almost a year… That’s, like more than I’ve ever been in a relationship my whole life! Plus, even if she doesn’t know it, I know her secret, but she doesn’t know mine, I can’t help feeling like I’m cheating on her or something weird like that…”

“Danny…” Sam started but he continued.

“But at the same time, I’m terrified that if she finds out she’ll hate me y’know? Like… I don’t want to lose her in the process…”

“Look Danny, as the current female representative at the table.” Sam said, placing her drink firmly on the table to look at him in the eyes, “I can safely say that telling the truth is probably your best option. If she finds out and it’s not from you, it’ll probably hurt her a lot more than just coming clean.”  

Tucker nodded, “You know, Sam’s right, if you really care about her what’s the worst that could happen?”

“The worst is that she’ll shoot an ecto-blast through my chest faster than I can say ‘Sorry’.” Danny moaned. “Or she’ll tell my parents or something… Then I’d really be dead meat.”

“And the best-case scenario is that she doesn’t mind.” Sam said with an eyebrow raised. “I’m sorry Danny, but if you guys really care about each other then keeping secrets probably shouldn’t be on the table. Valerie has a right to know if you’re hiding things from her, chances are she’ll figure it out sooner or later. Her aim’s getting better by the day.��

Danny winced, rubbing his upper forearm where the burn mark still stung.

Sam’s eyes softened and she reached over, taking his hand gently, “Danny I honestly think that anyone who knows you, the real you, won’t hate you no matter what you are. The real test is whether or not you think you can trust her enough to tell her and get away with it. She’s still the Red Huntress after all. I wouldn’t take this decision lightly.”

Danny nodded but smiled. “Would you guys mind though?”

Tucker blinked, “Dude, we’re your friends. If you want to date the most dangerous ghost-hunter in Amity Park we have your back. As Sam said, it’s you’re secret to share with whoever you want.”

Danny closed his eyes and stared at the ceiling, “Thanks guys…” he mumbled, glancing over to where Valerie was once again. It looks like she was packing up. “I think I’ll try and tell her tonight…”

At that Tucker’s eyes widened, “Wait, really? Like you don’t want to think about this a little more before you run in guns blazing?”

Danny blinked at him, “Well, I know it’s a little brash sure, but the sooner I do it the sooner I can sleep easy right? Whether she hates me or not I’ll at least know.”

Sam sat back, “You heard the man Tuck, if he’s stubborn enough he’ll do it.”

“Hey!” Danny said, sounding offended, “Okay maybe I’m not 100% on it, but I’ll feel better if I’m not lying to her. Besides…” He smiled slightly, “We’d kinda already had a date planned for tonight. I might as well make use of it…”

As if on cue Valerie walked over, she’d thrown a dark green jacket over the orange of her uniform that perfectly complimented her eyes. “Hey!” she said, arm raised and smiling, “You ready to go?”

“You bet!” Danny laughed, sliding past Tucker and leaving his money on the tray, “I’ll… talk to you guys later then?” He offered and Sam winked.

“Go get em’ tiger.”

Danny grinned, giving Valerie a quick peck on the cheek and the thumbs up to Tucker before the two of them walked out of the restaurant.

***

When they were gone Sam’s lips quirked into a smile, “He’s gonna die.” She chuckled, taking another slurp of her drink as she sat back in the booth.

“Wait what?” Tucker asked swinging his saucepan-sized eyes to her in disbelief, “What was all that about ‘accepting who you are’ then?”

Sam eyed him across the table, “You kidding? Valerie’s gonna stomp his heart into pieces with five-inch high stilettos, but even then, I doubt she’ll hate him for it.”

Tucker sighed and took another bite of his burger, “I don’t know. It’s just odd he has this sudden conviction to tell her everything. It’s a pretty big deal is all.”

Sam shrugged, “Yeah, but then again I guess it’s just a sign of how much she means to him. After all, he told us pretty soon after it y’know… happened…”

“Yeah but that’s different, we’re his best friends and you’re one of the main reasons he got his ghost powers in the first place. Plus, Valerie hated his guts on principle back then because she was still with the A-Listers… now she just hates him for different reasons…”

She scowled at him, but nodded, “Well then fine. Maybe he just wants to take their relationship up a notch. I don’t know why you’re having such a hard time with this Tucker, if Danny wants to go blabbering about his powers to people, he has his reasons for it. Despite appearances he’s not that much of an idiot to get caught by his parents or the GIW.”

“I know it’s just…”

“Ohhh,” Sam grinned, cutting Tucker off with a shit-eating grin. “Oh, I see, you’re jealous.”

“What!” Tucker shrieked, “Am not!”

“You’re jealous that Danny is opting to bring someone else in on the team, this was the same thing with Jazz! You’re too proud to admit that you like being a sidekick.”

“What!? Never. I’m Danny’s guy-in-the-chair! His wingman! His Q to his 007! It’s not like Valerie could—”

“Oh yeah totally, the Red Huntress with an arsenal of weapons and ghost-hunting experience would never take Tucker Foley’s precious slot as the guy-in-the-chair.”

“Fuck’s sake Sam.” Tucker spat, “I’m not jealous, and fine then, I don’t care who the hell Danny goes and talks to. Are you happy?”

“Ecstatically.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck me yourself coward.”

“I hate you so much…”

“I know. So… you down for Doomed later?”

He shrugged, standing up and throwing a few notes on the table, “Sure. I’ll catch you around 9.”

***

Danny hadn’t planned for this at all.

He mentally slapped himself as he and Valerie walked to the movie theatre, absentmindedly chatting as best he could about her day. The street was almost deserted at this time in the afternoon, couples walking to and from places, laughing as they held hands. Danny smiled. They were all so… alive.

Valerie said something and Danny watched her out of the corner of his eye. Her breath clouding in front of her face before hugging her jacket closer to her body and cupping frozen hands around a fresh cup of coffee to keep warm.

Amity Park in autumn was both beautiful and freezing with the golden brown and red of leaves staining the paths and parks like wounded soldiers on the fields of battle.

He would have shivered if he could.

As it was Danny looked away, the cold didn’t really seem to affect him in the same way anymore. A pang of guilt struck his chest as Valerie laughed at something, she sounded so happy. If only she knew who she was walking with…

After the movie, he vowed, after the movie I’ll tell her. She deserves to know.

“Hey! Are you even paying attention?” She asked and he blinked, startled out of his musings.

“Uh yeah, sure… what did you say again?”

She sighed throwing her hands up in exasperation, “Honestly, you can be so… distant sometimes. What the heck goes through your head anyways? Stuck in the stars again NASA boy?”

Danny laughed, “I guess you could say that…” Was he really that obvious?

“Well, I asked, what do you want to see?”

“Oh right!” Gazing up at the selection he paused, “I…” he bit his lip, his mind going blank, it didn’t feel right to choose… “I don’t mind, how about you pick?”

She looked at him sideways, “Man you’re acting jumpy today.” A gleam caught in her eye and Danny gulped, “How about a horror?”

“Uh well… if that’s…” Danny stumbled over his words.

“Great! Glad that’s decided. I want to get really scared tonight, two tickets to your most horrifying film my good sir!” She chimed to the guy behind the counter.

The guy looked them up and down but shrugged, “Cinema 5, have fun.”

***

Danny wasn’t really paying attention through the film.

Guilt was eating away at him, gnawing at the edges of his subconscious as Valerie laughed and jumped at the loud noises and crappy special effects that Hollywood perceived ghosts to be. Danny smiled absently, they really had no clue how wrong they were compared to the real thing.

She held his hand in the gentle darkness of the cinema, and Danny couldn’t help but look at her in the faint light from the screen. Her green eyes glistened with excitement and curiosity, taking in all she saw with such conviction.

He smiled, she was light, warm and comforting. Even as she gripped his ice-cold skin Danny couldn’t help but admire her. She laughed when she felt like it, got angry when she felt like it, smiled and danced in her own brilliant warmth. Danny’s eyes softened as he leaned into her touch, savouring this moment. Feeling her heartbeat through her skin.

She was dazzling.

Danny pulled away slightly, his eyes narrowing, but she was like fire to his ice. She melted him in ways she could never understand, but he was sure, he was frighteningly sure he was going to burn her irreversibly in the end.

But if that’s the way it had to be, then so be it.

“Hey Val?” He mumbled, leaning further into her shoulder in the gloom of the theatre, feeling her warmth against his cheek. She stopped gazing at the screen and turned to him, her eyes still dancing in that dull luminosity. Danny sighed, letting his dark hair fall into his eyes so she couldn’t see that he was on the verge of tears. “I’ve been… keeping something from you. For a long time now… I just… don’t know how to say it…”

He felt her shift under his weight, and he pulled away, looking in the opposite direction. She was looking at him, he could feel her green eyes taking him in and he felt his heart panged with annoyance. Annoyance at himself, at how weak he was.

“Danny…” Valerie started, and he looked at her, she was smiling softly in the light, “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me anythi—”

“No, you deserve to know. But… maybe in a bit if that’s alright?” He grit his teeth and looked back up at the screen as the final scene began, he smiled sadly locking eyes with her. “I just… want this moment to last a little longer is all…”

***

Valerie sometimes thought Danny was like water.

He was so perfectly clear somehow, like an undisturbed lake shining in the moonlight. His iridescent blue eyes sometimes felt like they could see right through her, somehow sense exactly how she was feeling, understand her deepest secrets.

It was awe inspiring. Like Danny knew exactly where she went when she snuck out of class, knew her connection to ghosts and the other shadows of Amity Park. Knew who she really was.

But he never seemed to care. It was why, she supposed, she was so drawn to him in the first place. The eerie calmness that rippled and cascaded through him, so clear and tranquil, yet dangerously so. Pooling with something else.

A darkness. A depth that terrified her to no end, a feeling that if she dove too deep he would overflow, drown her with his power. As if his little lake held all the fierce might of the sea.

Why did that feeling surface now? That dread that crashed against the shoreline of her heart. Breaking the tension as Danny lead her out of the theatre and into the cool night air. What was this in her chest that felt like the pressure of being unable to breathe?

He laughed at something and Valerie felt a shift in the atmosphere as she looked at him in the light of the street, his blue eyes reflecting something she couldn’t see. Something beyond where they stood outside a bustling theatre.

“I want to show you something,” Danny said, there was a kind of relief to his words, like he’d been daring himself to say them. “But not here.”

He glanced at her and she felt that terrible drowning sense in her chest again as his clear-blue eyes softened in the moonlight. He looked… so sad, like this was somehow the last time she’d ever see him.

Danny stayed silent as they walked, weaving in and around the humdrum of pedestrians and life that flittered around them like moths to a flame.

She let him pull her along, feeling the familiar chill that buzzed between her fingertips of his skin brushing hers. He was so cold, so frozen in time. It gripped at her.

It was only now that she started to watch him in comparison to the people on the street. In his dark, navy jacket and worn jeans he stood out and blended in at the same time. Like he wasn’t meant to be there and was there all at once. It seemed unnatural somehow…

She shook her head, following him across the street to the park, letting the dull glow of the stars guide them along the cracked paths.

What was it he wanted to show her? And why did it feel like an ending and a beginning all at once? Her curiosity ate at her but if Danny was willing to show her, she would be patient.

The park seemed twisted at night time. The trees warped somehow in the dark, green grass glowing blue in the silver light of the moon.

Danny looked around and hurried on, pulling her up the hill to where a small crop of trees nestled between the undergrowth. There was no one around for miles but Danny seemed extra cautious, double and triple checking their surroundings to make sure they weren’t being followed.

“Danny, you’re scaring me you know that.” Valerie finally said, breaking the silence that had hung over them for so long.

He chuckled softly and came to sit next to her, looking out at the twinkling lights of the city spread out below them like a map. A perfect mirror for the stars above.

The throb of life buzzed about them, the shrieking of tyres, the chink of glasses and the laughter of people. The metropolis was a beating heart but here in this secluded tower, they watched it all in silence.

“I’m so sorry Val…” Danny finally said, and she looked at him as he laid back, staring upwards towards the sky. “I feel like I’ve been lying to you, from the very beginning.”

She wanted to interrupt, wanted to tell him what a mysterious jerk he was being and just to cut to the chase, but she said nothing, too entranced by the wandering lights that reflected in his irises.

“The truth is, that I…” Danny’s expression changed slightly, and his teeth gritted together. Whatever it was that he was trying to say to her, Valerie knew that it was probably something major.

“Danny… you don’t—”

“No, I do.” He said, pulling an arm across his eyes so that she couldn’t see him. “I have to tell you; cause otherwise you’re just going to find out from someone else and then I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

He sat up and turned to her, his dark hair framing his face as he gripped her shoulders. Her heart fluttered slightly in her chest; he was crying.

She watched as that perfectly clear water fell from his eyes, carving rivers in his pale skin. She felt something press against her lungs, that fear of drowning, and she opened her mouth to speak.

“I—”

“I love you…” Danny said, cutting her off, his head bowing as she blinked at his words, numbly they settled on her like falling snow as she felt her heart lighten. “I love you so much… That’s why it’s not fair to keep hiding myself, the real me, from you any longer.”

“Danny I—”

“No, Val, please, let me finish.” Danny looked at her and she felt a pang of guilt cross her chest. He smiled, such a sad smile, as he continued. “Val, I love you. I didn’t think I would fall for someone so hard as I do for you… you’re incredible you know that? You’re so strong and dazzling to look at it hurts my eyes.”

She felt her eyes widen but he continued, “Ever since I met you, you’ve shown me time and time again how great you really are. And quite frankly, I don’t think I deserve you. But I wanted to tell you that I love you. Let you know how much you truly mean to me so that you don’t lose sight of who I am.”

Danny looked at her, “I’m an idiot you know that? I’m such a complete and utter loser that I take so much of what I have for granted. Sam and Tucker have always told me so and that’s why I want to stop hiding from you Valerie. Because I care too much for you to continue acting, continue pretending that I’m alright.”

Danny began to shake as he spoke and she shifted closer to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him in close to her as a smile lifted her face. “Hey. Look at me,” he lifted his eyes to hers and Valerie smiled, “You know, if you’re scared to tell me you don’t have to Danny. Cause…” She felt light, “Because I love you too.”

He blinked at her and smiled, “I was afraid of that��”

She laughed, “Oh yeah and why’s that wisecrack?”

He smiled but didn’t laugh. “Because of who… no that’s not right… because of what I am Val.”

She stopped laughing, he was dead serious, she gripped her chest, that tightness was suffocating now. The fun-loving idiot she had fallen for seemed to melt off him as his eyes narrowed, turning to her fully to look at her dead in the eyes. “Val, I don’t want you to think any less of me, I really and truly want us to continue being close, I want to hold your hand and laugh, go see movies and continue living like this with you for the rest of my life…”

Wait. What was he saying? What did he mean by…

“But, Valerie Grey. I can’t keep hiding forever. I brought you here tonight to tell you something about myself that I can’t share lightly with anyone. But you have to promise to trust me, promise me Val. Please promise me that you won’t think any less of me for it and that you won’t tell anyone else... please this is important.”

She felt the pressure in her lungs choking her now, but she nodded, why was she so scared? So utterly terrified that she might lose him? “I promise. I promise, whatever you want to tell me it’s okay Danny. It’s okay, you can tell me…”

Danny smiled and nodded, his shoulder’s sagging as he did so as if all the tension released from him in one motion. Like he had been waiting his whole life to hear those words. “Val… I…maybe it’s easier if I show you instead?”

She blinked but nodded, allowing him to let go of her as she sat back.

Danny looked at her, she was so perfect, sitting there patiently waiting for him to show her what he meant. He closed his eyes and looked to the stars, here goes nothing…

“Val, I’m so sorry…” he whispered, and triggered his transformation.

Valerie watched in mild horror as the light sparked around his mid-section, twin-rings expanding at his waist.

Wait what?

They broke and spilt, traveling over his body slowly as he stood there, changing him.

What’s happening?

Danny sighed at the feeling of relief, the cool sensation of weightlessness taking hold as the rings reached the base of his neck with a rush of adrenaline.

Valerie felt her hands fly to mouth to cover the shriek of shock as Phantom touched down lightly in front of her. His skin glowing in the eclipse of the moon, the black jumpsuit replacing the familiar jeans and jacket Valerie knew so well…

She stumbled, her mind racing a marathon as her heart banged so hard against her chest, she swore it was audible. No. No this couldn’t be right… Danny was… Danny was?

He looked at her with that same sad smile and she allowed herself to gasp. The clear blue of his eyes now glimmering green like emeralds against the sky.

He sunk to his knees and looked away; he’d ruined it hadn’t he? The curling white of his hair intermingling with the evening breeze. Looking down almost resentfully at the snow-white gloves that adorned his hands. “I’m so sorry…” His voice echoed across the space between them and Valerie inadvertently shivered. “I’m so sorry Val…”

Valerie just sat there, staring blankly at the scene in front of her as Phantom… no Danny, hung his head in his hands. She reached out, but paused, no this couldn’t be right… This was all a big misunderstanding, right? A joke?

She pulled her hand back, cupping it against her chest. But it felt so real, so obvious that she mentally cursed herself for being so stupid.

Danny Fenton, Danny Phantom, he’d barely even changed his name. She blinked, observing the shape of his face, the style of his hair, it was all the same, all exactly the same… But even then… Danny couldn’t be a ghost! Surely not… surely… and of all ghosts Phantom? The town hero? Her ultimate enemy? It couldn’t possibly be real; this couldn’t possibly be happening right now…

“You’re probably wondering what happened right?” Valerie snapped her attention towards him as he laughed dryly, the sound was grating, so completely alien to her, “That’s usually the first question I get asked…”

She nodded, she felt so numb.

“It was the Fenton Portal.” He smiled, the white of his hair playing on the breeze like snow, “Mum and Dad couldn’t get it working so I thought it was safe enough to look inside… I… it turned on while I was in there…”

Valerie shuddered, phantom screams of Danny being electrocuted rattling her skull as if she’d been there herself. That was how he’d died? Screaming and alone?

“I’m so sorry Val…” He said again, looking at her, she jolted at the green of his eyes, but he continued, “I’m so sorry you had to find out, but I couldn’t lie to you forever. I just couldn’t keep pretending it was all fine considering our… history…”

A sharp pain rippled through her heart as she realised that he did know. Of course he did. Phantom had known she was the Red Huntress from the beginning, and yet even after every fight they’d had, every insult and curse she’d flung his way… Danny still continued loving her, being around her even then. Even then…

She felt cheated slightly, like he’d known her deepest secret for so long that it wasn’t fair she didn’t know his in return. But she stopped, hadn’t that been the point though? What would she have done if she’d known earlier? What good would it have done to know?

She reached for him cautiously and he flinched as she touched his shoulder. He was so cold, so incredibly cold but she gripped him, feeling the static of ectoplasm under her fingertips as she turned him to her.

His eyes were wide, but she smiled slightly, pulling him down into her, drawing him into a hug.

He was like ice against her, buzzing with electricity and energy that was the only way he could survive. “You’re so stupid you know that?” She felt him twitch slightly against her but she smiled, “I can’t imagine what it was like… what you must go through every day Danny… knowing that there is this side to you that you can’t share with anyone…”

“You’re not scared? Or angry? You don’t hate me, do you?” He sounded so timid, like a frightened child.

She thought about it, sure, she was certainly angry. But not as much as she’d expected, she laughed slightly, she hadn’t planned on this when she finally had Phantom in her grasp.

“Danny… I… don’t think I do… You never told me the truth because I never gave you a reason for it. I was so completely bent on destroying you that I don’t know… I lost sight on what I was fighting… but I’m glad you waited until now to tell me…”

He pulled back from her slightly so she could see his face, “You mean that?”

She nodded, “If I had found out earlier, I might have blasted you to bits. But as it stands… I’m…” she grinned, “I’m really glad I got to know you, Danny Fenton.”

He blinked at her reaction, pulling back further so that they were at eye level. “I…” he started but she pushed a finger to his lips.

“Let me finish loverboy. I believed ghosts were… well monsters. Bent on destroying this world and everyone in it, senseless and unstoppable monsters and nothing more… I never let my guard down, never let anyone see me weak. Until you Danny. I let you in and now, you’ve let me in. And that means so much more than I think you realise. Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty shocked, and it’s gonna take me a week to digest all of this… but I love you Danny. You, no matter what you are.”

His eyes widened and he laughed, the familiar sound tinkling against her making her smile.

Valerie didn’t exactly know how she found himself in the position she was in next, but all she felt was the soft press of lips against hers and she wrapped her arms tightly around Danny, feeling light as air. She slipped her hands from his waist to over his shoulders, pushing in for the kiss. Danny felt like his world had exploded into stars, she tasted like strawberries and sunlight mixed together in utter happiness. And Valerie smiled against him, he tasted like static but she didn’t care. Danny could’ve stayed like that forever, and he probably would’ve if Valerie didn’t slip her hands off of him and gently push away.

She smiled, the heavy fear had lifted from her chest and she sighed as it dispersed. The clear water moving in it’s wake.

“So what do we do now?” She asked and Danny blinked, smiling softly as he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

He looked to the stars, feeling lighter than ever, “I don’t know.”

“Well, Phantom, how about a truce to begin with.” She winked and Danny laughed, getting to his feet he took her hand and pulled her up with him.

“My my, the Red Huntress herself is offering a ceasefire? I never thought I’d see the day!”

“Oh hush, I can still shoot you.”

He gulped but nodded, a bright smile lighting up his face as he began to float slightly off the ground.

“Not for nothing,” she murmured, eying the space between his feet and the ground warily, “But how about you… uh… what’s the word you use? Switch back? Cause if you walk me home in that state, I think my dad’s gonna have to bring out a little heavier an artillery than a shotgun.”

Danny nodded, touching down without a word, feeling the rings of light split around his waist again as the world held weight once more.

Valerie gasped as Phantom fell away but regained her composure, “Somehow I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that…” she muttered, and he laughed, his blue eyes sparkling.

“Val… I’m… I’m really happy with how tonight went…” Danny grinned as they walked back towards the path, “But you’re sure that you’re okay with this whole… me being Phantom thing?”

She hummed in thought but nodded, “Yeah, but you’re going to have to answer a bunch of questions I have about yourself and the other ghosts. Plus,” she winked at him, “I still expect to be able to fight. Treat me as an equal ghost boy, I refuse to be your sidekick.”

Danny laughed but waved a hand, “Oh don’t worry, I think Tucker wouldn’t talk to me again if I let you have that role.”

“Then that’s settled then… shall we—”

Danny’s breath misted in front of his face and Valerie stiffened as a wave of static swept the park. “Oh no,” she mumbled, a sensor beeping quietly on her watch as she reached for her backpack, flicking the switch on the underside.

He speeder hit the ground and Valerie’s eyes narrowed as she pulled down her hood, snapping the butt of her ecto-gun against her palm as she whirled to Danny.

He was already in fighting mode, the human boy she’d fallen for melting away as the half-ghost hero Phantom stood by her side. Just as a massive, bloated figure rounded the corner ahead of them.

She looked at him a smile playing on her lips, “You ready ghost boy?”

He grinned, “You bet, partner.”

[captain-s-rogers]

It’s time for a challenge ladies and gents!

I absolutely love the TV show Psych! It’s one of my all time favorite shows and the dialogue in it is downright hilarious! Because of this I thought why not do a challenge using the dialogue from the show as prompts! That being said, I have selected 50 quotes from the show for the prompts! 

ON TO THE RULES, REGULATIONS AND PROMPTS!

Rules

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Send me an ASK with your prompt choice (along with a backup) and your pairing of choice. Reblogs or replies with entries will be ignored. Asks without pairings indicated will be ignored. It just makes everything easier for me to keep track of this way.

I will be answering these asks privately so I don’t clog up everyone’s dashboards, which means no entering on anon. If you want to enter and will be posting on a side blog just let me know the name of the blog in your ask.

There will be only one spot open per prompt, however if this garners enough interest and all the prompts get taken I may open it up to two

This can be used as a oneshot, drabble or start of a series. Please don’t make it part of an ongoing series, I want to be able to read every fic in the challenge and I will not be able to catch up on a bunch of series.

Use the tag #ivehearditbothwayschallenge within the first five tags on the post

Be sure to mention that the fic is for my challenge as well as tag me in the actual post.

All pairings are welcome but please check my FAQ to see what I do and do not read.

Your pairing must be within the Marvel fandom.

It can be as short or as long as you’d like. All I ask is that if it is over 500 words to please use a keep reading feature.

Sign ups begin as soon as this is posted and will end April 30, 2020 the day before the challenge due date.

Posting begins whenever you finish writing!

Entries will be due by May 1, 2020. If you need an extension at any point or need to drop out just shoot me a message chances are I’ll say yes – we all have lives and things get in the way so I totally get it.

I will update the prompt list as often as possible with what is still available. Once a prompt has been filled I will cross it out.

Some of the prompts have characters’ names from the show, I will put these in [ ] so you know to change them!

HAVE FUN! I want you guys to enjoy this!

I think that just about covers it for the rules! If you have an questions feel free to drop an ask! Now let’s move on to the prompts!!

Prompts

“Just because you put syrup on something don’t make it pancakes.”

“Well, much like Lady Gaga, I was born this way.”

“We take our hand-held entertainment very seriously.”

“Everyone stop what you’re doing and only pay attention to me.”

“They tell me I got something called Narcissistic Personality Disorder. But, uh, the truth is this lustrous hair and dimpled chin are merely chapter one. I’m a veritable cornucopia of high-octane maladies, such as outrageous intelligence syndrome. And a little obsessive successful disorder.” @captain-rogers-beard

“I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew.” 

“What isn’t clear is why people always say ‘goes without saying’, yet still feel compelled to say the thing that goes without saying. Doesn’t that bother you?”

“First question. What is your name?” “There is a murderer on the loose.” “That is not your name.”

“Sorry, I was too busy James Bonding it up in here.” @sagechanoafterdark

“I will eat you in manageable, bite-sized pieces.” 

“She’s obviously meeting a new boy toy. Maybe one even younger than the last.” “Younger? Who do you think she’s meeting with, Justin Beiber?”  @arrowsandmixtapes

“[Guster], you have to wake up to the real world: people have sex and kill each other. That’s the real world. Not some magical ‘feelings’ place.”

“Holy crap, are you checking your email?” “I get productive when I’m nervous.”

“I wanted to be heroic.” “Oh, [Mary], with a flare gun?” 

“I’ve seen it all.” “You’ve seen it all through the cracks in your fingers while you were hiding your eyes.”

“I still smell like stinky nuts!” 

“I’m not big on nude handshakes.”

[Gus] don’t be Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Marzipan.” “It’s Azkaban.” “I’ve heard it both ways.”

“I don’t lose things. I place things in locations which later elude me.”

“I’m just saying, technology is way overrated.” “That’s interesting -- just yesterday you told me you intend on having your wedding in space.”

“Are you in my apartment?” “Please. I haven’t snuck into your apartment for weeks. Which reminds me, you’re all out of peanut butter.” @thorfanficwriter

“I can’t believe you thought that text was from me. It lacked all nuance, my signature mocking tone, and was utterly devoid of emoticons.” 

“Well, fooling around with your best friend’s sister certainly wasn’t your most brilliant idea.” “No, that was the toaster alarm I invented in the third grade that woke you up by smacking you in the face with a waffle.”

“I have an idea, but we’ll need cool names.”

“[Mindy] it’s official: you’ve won bitchiest banana.”

“Just call me the suck-stopper. No, wait. Don’t ever call me that.”

“Well, at least that gives us the ‘how’. Now we just gotta figure out the ‘why’, which reminds me, [Gus], will you please get us those tickets for The Who?” “Where?”

“Where do I get a juice box and does it come in grapalicious.” 

“I think your shirt and his shirt should get together and go bowling.”

“I’m gonna crack her like a bad back!” 

“How about you play six degrees of kiss my ass?”

“Where’d you get that suit, the toilet store?”

“Oh, yeah? Well, I’ve got an ice-cold can of whoop-ass just sitting in that fridge!” “Actually, it’s diet whoop-ass.”

“Hooray for loopholes!”

“The chips say you’re a cheater, cheater pumpkin eater!”

“Clouds don’t kill people. People kill people.”

“We find the mystery lover, we find her.” “Dude. Why don’t I ever get to say things like that?” 

“There is something I’ve got to get off my chest.” “Is it your shirt? Please say no.”

“Heard about Pluto? That’s messed up.”

“This place is trashed.” “Maybe Johnny Depp stopped by.” “I’m sorry, did that joke just arrive in a time machine from 1992?” 

“Don’t touch that, it’s blood.” “It’s not blood.” “Enjoy your hepatitis.” 

“There’s a Lt. Crunch here to see you.” “Crunch?” “Actually, I’ve been promoted. It’s Captain Crunch.” 

“How do you just eat when there’s a dead guy laying there?” “What, is that rude? Am I supposed to share?” @mermaidxatxheart

“I just got a lap dance from Patrick Swayze!” 

“Kudos on the childrearing. Let me know how the therapy goes.” 

“You’re dating a murderer!” “Not exclusively.” 

“Okay, you have got to stop calling your nose the Super Smeller. If you want to nickname a body part, nickname your butt, man. Call it the Tight-Bouncer or the Hexagon. Ladies are gonna dig that.” 

“You cannot sit here alone in the dark in a parked car. You’ll get picked up for Mopery.” “Mopery?” “With intent to creep. Trust me, you don’t want that. It’ll put a big hole in your future.” 

“How can you tell that someone’s a compulsive liar? I mean, assuming that their pants aren’t on fire.”

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is precisely why time travel is not only possible but may have already happened.” 

Tagging for interest and signal boosting!

@arrowsandmixtapes @the-murder-strut-murdered-me @growningupgeek @captain-rogers-beard @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

[guardiankarenterrier]

Sabine: "If we legally adopt you both, son, that might make planning the wedding a bit tricky." Ladybug: "Ma--Madame Cheng!"

(Send me 2 sentences and I’ll continue them like they’re lines from a fanfic.)

look this was supposed to be a short drabble and nOPE WHOOPS IM BAD AT SHORT I GUESS

uh, desperada spoilers in this

ps i BARELY edited this sorry for any mistakes

EDIT: now with an AO3 link! because i know my track record with losing my own fics on tumblr

“Well,” Sabine says, much more thoughtfully than Ladybug had expected or been prepared for.  “If we legally adopt you both, son, that might make the wedding a bit tricky.“ 

“Ma-Madame Cheng!” Ladybug exclaims, feeling herself flush brightly.  “I’m- I’m flattered, really, thank you, but this- this should only be temporary, we don’t really need-” Marinette swallows, trying not to look at Chat Noir.  “Um, adoption.“ 

She shoots a quick glance over at her partner after all, but his sudden starstruck look is both the opposite of reassuring and sends some unidentifiable emotion shooting through her.  She knows he’s been enjoying this particular akuma fight more than she has- she has the really, deeply unsettling sense that Chat Noir didn’t have this kind of fun as a child before and he seems to be trying to make up for as much lost time as possible as fast as possible.

When she’s honest with herself about it, Marinette’s pretty sure that they both enjoy fighting villains more than they should. They still aren’t usually having this much fun unless it’s Max that’s been akumatised.  (They’re never thrilled to see anyone akumatised, but Max has given them opportunities to pilot a giant robot and leap into a video game- to say that fighting him hasn’t been fun would be such an obvious lie).

This time Marinette had missed both the akuma’s actual monologue and explanation, because even though Chat Noir had been as quick as ever to tackle her out of the way the akuma has such a ludicrously fast recharge time that she’d had no trouble firing again.

Chat Noir had still tried to throw himself over her again.  Marinette is relieved he wasn’t successful, because he already looks about five years old, and she doesn’t want to test whether the effect is cumulative- but that means that she’s currently in the body of a five year old, too.

She hadn’t noticed when it was just Chat who’d been hit, but the akuma’s youth ray seems to change more than just their bodies.  Her Lucky Charm had been her own cat pillow in red-spotted glory and Marinette had spent too long staring at and fretting over it, to the point where they’d both had to hide to retransform.

And the bakery had been close by.

And the Lucky Charm had seemed to indicate that was where they should go.

And there’s a tiny, terrified part of her that’s cropped up since first being hit that had been crying out for her mother.

They’d both retransformed crouched on either side of a bakery counter, barely out of each other’s sight, and then before Marinette could get past her disappointment that they were both still children Maman had appeared only to exclaim over them both.

Maman laughs now, which is also not terribly reassuring.  "Oh, sweethearts, I’m mostly kidding.  I know you’ll be back to your normal selves as soon as you defeat the akuma."  She eyes Chat Noir knowingly, though, and adds, "Although, I might remind you that it isn’t only young children who can be adopted.  There are teenage adoptions, you know.  It might raise some difficulties to adopt you both but I can’t see that anyone would want to separate you, any more than I would keep my own daughter from her best friend.”

Marinette viciously strangles any and all noise that tries to escape her throat at that.

Chat Noir does no such thing, letting out a sound that’s more cat than human in his delight, and this time Marinette turns to face him entirely.

He looks as happy as she’s ever seen him. His ears and tail are both giving happy constant twitches, and his purring isn’t the loudest she’s heard it but it’s getting close, and his eyes have dilated wider than she’s seen them since the time Venom Rose had conjured catnip all around them.

The longer Marinette looks at her partner, the more the sudden crack in her heart widens.  He looks- he looks so happy about the prospect of adoption.  He looks way too happy about it.

Marinette’s not even going to think about her mother’s offer to adopt her.  Ladybug is used to a certain level of identity shenanigans, because it’s already a struggle juggling Alya and Nino knowing about each other and everyone knowing about Chloe and Adrien knowing about Viperion while Chat Noir knows about Aspik, which she still hasn’t found a good way or time to explain to her partner-

“Kids,” Maman says gently, breaking through Marinette’s racing thoughts.  “Can you fight like this?  Do you need help?” She reaches behind her without looking and seems to let a broom handle hop into her hand.  “I may not be a superhero, but I do know how to fight.”

“You do?” Chat Noir breathes, finally breaking his silence.  He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet now, tail tip twitching rapidly. 

Maman laughs.  “Dear, I’m a mother.  Of course I do.  How else would I make sure my daughter knows how to fight, too?  Although I admit she has a much better handle on strategy than I do, even at her age!”

Ladybug finally, finally breaks herself out of her deepening worry over her partner’s enthusiasm to wrap an arm around his elbow and tug before her mother can say anything else embarrassing or potentially dangerous.  She does not need Chat Noir to think of Marinette as being a strategist.  “I’m really grateful, Ma- Madame Cheng, but it isn’t safe without our powers.  We’ll be alright if we stay together, but thank you so much for your generosity!”

“If you’re sure,” Maman says, looking honestly disappointed.  “But I want you both to know you can come back here anytime, okay? Any time at all , and if you need anything at all.”

Marinette thinks that’s the end of it, and she finally gets her partner to move in the direction of the door, only to stop when she hears her mother speak up one last time. 

“I meant it about the adoption,” Maman says gently.   “For both of you.  I don’t know your home lives, but you spend a lot more time fighting for all of us than you do at home- especially you, Chat Noir, we have all seen how you protect your partner.  And no matter your decision- really, you are welcome any time.  There is always space for one or two more at dinner.”

“T-thank you, Madame Cheng,” Marinette manages, desperately looking away from her partner because the hope and happiness suffusing his face at her mother’s offer is too much.  It’s way too much. 

It makes her already-cracking heart sink down to the soles of her feet, because she knew already that Chat Noir doesn’t have the happiest home life, but she didn’t think it was so bad that he would be this over the moon about being invited to share her home life. 

It would be so dangerous to start having him over for dinner regularly. 

But he looks so happy, the expression transforming his child’s face in a much more open way than she’s used to seeing on him at their real ages.  The mask does nothing to hide his delight. 

She’s going to have to invite him. 

She doesn’t know how she’s going to handle Ladybug not making it to family dinners they’ve both been invited to, not without either hurting his feelings (because her goofy partner is far more sensitive than almost anyone has realised) or risking too many dropped hints.  But she’s going to have to figure out some way around that.

“You’re sure you don’t need help, you two?” Maman asks worriedly as she opens the door for them.  “You should gather some of your allies, at least.”

Marinette immediately pictures a five year old Chloe and winces. Five year old Alya, while an intriguing thought, also doesn’t strike her as a good idea.

But she’s known Nino forever and she’s confident he can keep his head in battle even if he suffers the same age reversion as they both have, and she thinks Luka would have no trouble remaining calm and focused as well.  Plus, Second Chance means that Luka can stay an adult even when the rest of them are struggling.

“We’ll get our allies,” she assures her mother, even though she feels a little odd about it. “We’ll all be okay.”

“-just come back here if you still need help,” Maman says firmly. “Both of you! Partners should stick together.”

Chat Noir is practically vibrating with happiness as he exclaims, “We will!”

Maman smiles.  “Good luck then, Chat Noir, little bug.”

For the very first time Marinette takes Chat Noir with her to Master Fu’s.  Master Fu had given her a go-ahead on it after Desperada, after Marinette had spilled the day’s events to him out of a desperate need for reassurance only for her Master to gently point out that she knows very well who the most reassuring presence in her life is and it certainly isn’t him. 

And for the first time he’d said it was time to be more honest with her partner, time to begin to let Chat Noir in on more secrets.

As paranoid as it makes her, Marinette wants to involve him more.  She knows it hurts him not to know, that he feels like she doesn’t trust him when that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Master Fu doesn’t seem terribly surprised to see their child forms or that they’ve shown up together.  He slides the Turtle Miraculous off without being asked and hands it to Marinette, then raises a questioning eyebrow when she hesitates over the Snake Miraculous and looks at Chat Noir.

She looks between him and Master Fu, distraught and unsure how much of her upset is due to their forcibly changed ages.

“You know the wisdom of your choices better than I ever can, Ladybug,” Master Fu says gently.  “If you think it is wise, then let it be so.”

Marinette takes a deep breath, then turns to Chat Noir and says, “I can go and get Carapace.  Can you bring this to Luka Couffaine? He lives on the Seine, on a boat called the Liberty.  He shouldn’t be too hard to find.”

Chat Noir’s pupils dilate again, with happiness or shock or both, she isn’t sure.  “I-I’ll go straight there. Thank you for trusting me with this, my Lady!”

Marinette stares after him, her heart pounding in a way it does not have her permission to do, and realises that if he’s this happy and Maman is that determined then there is no way her parents aren’t about to adopt a stray Chat as thoroughly as they possibly can. 

It’s not necessarily a displeased realisation. 

He looked so happy.  She’s used to his light-hearted humour, but she’s never seen his whole being light up when it had when Maman had started teasing about adopting them both. 

The more Marinette thinks about it the more she starts to like the idea.  Chat Noir seems to waver between just fit enough and skinny enough to worry her, and knowing that he’s eating dinner with her would be a relief.  Knowing that he’s getting a little more of the affection he seems to crave so badly will be a relief.

Letting go of her worries and accepting that her family has maybe (definitely) gained a Chat by now, Marinette takes off herself to find Nino.  Navigating at this age and size is marginally more difficult but far more fun and she can live with that trade-off.

And the sooner they defeat this akuma the sooner she can make sure that no matter what Chat Noir’s real home life is like, he’ll have an escape to her own family.

(And if she tries really hard she can ignore the screaming revelation that her mother is apparently a Ladynoir shipper).

[essieeeeeeeee]

10 Fanfic Questions Meme

the lovely @nixie-deangel tagged me for this one.

so uh, keep in mind, I’m relatively new to writing, so a lot of these answer are gonna essentially be a shrug emoji.

1) What’s your favorite genre to write?

I really love reading hurt/comfort fic, so that’s probably my go-to when it comes to writing.

2) Do you pull inspiration from real-life, or do you pull things from other books/fanfiction you’ve read?

Depends what I’m writing? A bit of both, I think. Probably pull more from books/fanfic though, considering I haven’t written any medical au’s yet, lmao.

3) Do you tend to write one-shots, short stories, or longer things?

... I tend to start stories that are supposed to be long, and then abandon them after like 1 - 2 chapters.

whoops.

but I did have a period where I was just doing little short drabbles for a while, so I probably have more of those overall.

4) Do you prefer to write description or dialogue?

oh, definitely dialogue. I end up writing a lot of description in my stuff for some reason, but dialogue comes easier to me.

5) Favorite fic/book of all time?

my answer for favorite fic is always gonna be Accursed Ones by thethirdamell. it’s the best.

6) Favorite trope?

do I have to pick just one? top five are probably a/b/o, soulmate au, enemies to friends to lovers, time travel, secret identity (with reveal).

7) Are you the kind of person to work on more than one wip?

I’m the kind of person to come up with a new wip every 4.7 seconds and immediately abandon whatever I was working on before in favor of it.

8) How long have you been writing for?

I think I started in October? so like.. 6 months?

I mean, I definitely wasn’t writing for like 3 of those 6 months though, so.

9) Do you tend to write more during the morning, afternoon, or evening?

probably morning and afternoon. I tend to be too tired in the evening to write then.

10) Do you prefer to post and update your wip chapter by chapter, or do you prefer to wait until your wip is 100% finished before sharing it?

if I could do it, I’d prefer to do it after 100% finished, but unfortunately I run out of steam a lot and post chapter by chapter because of that.

do I have to tag people? I s’pose I will taaaag... @literallyeverythingandeverything @miswrit @kittykatthetacodemon and @strifechaos

[savvylark]

I’m Late

A bite size Everlark drabble for you. Have a great weekend! Shout out the my friend @katnissdoesnotfollowback for being an inspiration and extra set of eyes. Rated M for mild language, sexual situations and implied smut.

Part 1

*Click clack click clack click clack*

“Damn heels.” I mutter. As I rush, each step I take echos throughout the building.

It sounds like a nagging. “You’re late, you’re late. Click clack.” Announcing my tardiness to all who have ears.

I hate these early morning monthly meetings. I had to drop my sister off especially early and traffic was infuriatingly unpredictable getting downtown. “I'm late again. I can't believe I'm late again!” I berate myself, rushing through the lobby.

“Hold the elevator?!” At the sound of his warm voice I light up. I wedge my arm through the narrowly closing metallic doors.

“Thanks,” he breathes out.

We have this unspoken way of looking out for each other. Ever since that first morning, we were racing down to the same 7am meeting.

I’ll never forget the image and the feeling of comically rushing down a hallway, looking to my left and someone was rushing beside me at the same speed. A common goal. Our eyes met, we exchanged a knowing embarrassed smile. “Glad I'm not the only one running late,” he said with that charming smile and those mesmerizing blue eyes.

I thought about him a lot after that day. My eyes gravitate toward his in crowded meetings. My thoughts migrate to what he might look like out of that suit more than I would ever admit.

He surges through the elevator doors looking amazing in his navy suit, tailored to fit his broad shoulders, thick arms, and stocky build.

“Thanks Katniss.” He smiles and I try to hide the way my heart flutters and knees grow weak.

“No problem.” I answer, but my voice sounds more raspy than I meant it to. I quickly spin to push the button for the 12th floor. When I turn I think I catch his eyes lingering on me. His head ducks rather quickly, his cheek are a little red. That could be from rushing down the hall but the way he’s rubbing the back of his neck makes me wonder.

My own cheeks feel hot suddenly and I bite my lip.

These dangerous thoughts are all Finnick’s fault. He told me he caught Peeta staring at me when I wasn't looking. I dismissed the thought. I'm plain, quite forgettable and a little brash when I do speak. He's charismatic, smooth with his words, and effortlessly gorgeous. Every carefully coiffed woman in our office has taken notice.

Peeta sets his briefcase down and balances two boxes of doughnuts in one hand while straightening his tie with the other, then runs his fingers through his ashy blond hair. Styled but a little unruly, just like his personality. A straight shooter in the workplace, knowing just where to push and use his words for positive changes.

He once told me his loft is above a bakery. He thinks he has enough time pick up baked goods before these monthly meetings but always ends up rushing.

“Hey Katniss. I was thinking,” I turn to look at Peeta. “Um,” he pauses when our eyes meet and his tongue gently trails over his lips. My gazes lingers there a beat longer than it should. I hold my breath and wait for him to speak. My eyes flick back to his clear blue ones.

“A few of us are meeting up at the Hob for drinks after work Friday. Annie and Finnick mentioned that you’ve joined them a time or two…” and he’s trailing off with reasons why I should come and my heart is beating faster. I don’t have any words so I just flash a weak smile and nod.

“You will? You’ll come Friday?” He asks earnestly. His large hands grip the side of the bakery boxes.

My smile spreads, more genuine. “Yes. The Hob. Friday.”

The elevator pings and the doors open. We fly out in a dead sprint. Click clacking away. Laughing as we abruptly slow our pace to a casual stroll in front of the windows to our conference room.

Peeta enters the meeting before I do and makes a big show of handing out doughnuts, French Crullers and Apple Fritters and smooth talking the department heads while I slip in unnoticed. Bullet dodged thanks to my ally.

“Thank you, Mellark, for the treats. Now let’s start our first order of business, are you ready with The Minutes, Ms. Trinket?” Plutarch asks.

I look down and the napkin in front of me has a Cheese Bun on it, my favorite. But how would he know? Our eyes meet and I mouth “Thank you.” Peeta flashes a smile and winks at me.

I bite my lip to hide my grin as I turn my attention to my notes.

Part 2

“Wow!” He gasps.

“Mmm. Yeah,” I moan as I we catch our breaths.

His fingers are tangled in my hair. He smiles up at me, blue eyes glistening, cheeks flushed. He has sweaty tendrils at his temples. He leans up and kisses me, slow and toe curling. He pulls away with a grin.

“Tease.”

“Never,” his hands slide down my back, around my hips and grip my ass. Every touch shoots heat and desire from the point of contact and spreads through me. He leans into my ear and whispers, “I always follow through.”

My giggle stops short as he nibbles my earlobe.

Our kisses grow heated and hungry. “What time were we supposed to be at The Hob? Do we have time for round two?” He purrs into my ear.

I shift us and lean over to my nightstand. Peeta takes advantage of my distracted state and kisses down my neck and chest.

“That asshole Marvel was drooling over you earlier today as you were bent over the copier,” he growls through gritted teeth then he kisses my breasts.

“Peeta!” I moan as I lean further to check the time. He's reached my nipples and my mind can't quite register what the numbers on the clock mean. I arch into him, “Oh. Yes.”

I've lost all coherent thought. His fingers slide up the inside of my thighs massaging up and down, sliding higher with each pass, making his intent clear. I’m growing even more wet as he sucks and licks my nipple. Peeta flips me over and kisses lower down my body before teasing me until I'm dangling off the precipice. “Mmm, OH. Yes. Yes. Oh Peeta! Just like THAT. Oh PEETA!!”

We’re laughing between sloppy kisses as we scramble around picking up our clothes and haphazardly throwing them on. We share another kiss before we rush out the door wearing stupid dopey grins on our faces.

We’ve kept things between us for the past few months. We weren’t overtly hiding anything, just low key about it. After our friends kept nudging us to get together, it seemed to just annoy me all the more, realizing they were right. “You and Peeta are a great pair, you would be good together.” Well they finally stopped bugging me about Peeta, but Madge and Finnick have caught on that I’m dating someone. My happiness has been a dead giveaway and it’s only a matter of time before they figure it out.

“Uh, Peeta. How do I look?”

“You’re beautiful.” He beams, just before hitting the brakes. He pulls up to the sidewalk to drop me off at the entrance before he parks his car.

I roll my eyes but smile. “No I mean, do I look freshly fucked?” I flip the visor down to inspect my reflection. I grit my teeth and wrinkle my nose, “Yup.”

“No you don--” then he cups my jaw, turning my face to him and tries not to laugh. “You kind of do.” He gently runs his thumbs under my lower lash line and fluffs my hair a little. But we’re laughing now because there’s just not much we can do.

We’re late. We’ve arrived together. Our clothes are rumpled. Hair wild. Faces shiny. Grinning like idiots.

“See you in a few.” Peeta tells me and leans in for another kiss which I get lost in, softly moaning. I pull back blushing and blink a few times, back to reality. I throw my beanie on, button my coat, and enter the winter air.

*click clack click clack click clack*

My heels pound the pavement as I rush to the door.

Madge flags me down, waving me over to our booth in the corner of The Hob near the pool tables, with a smile. “Hey, better late than never.”

Clove is concentrating on her phone and without looking up mumbles, “Anyone heard from Mellark? He said he was coming.”

“Doesn't he come with Katniss sometimes?” Finnick responds a little too eagerly.

I shrug off my coat and wince when Madge reaches to pull off my beanie. “Hat hair.” I mumble.

“Hat hair, more like sex hair.” She says with a laugh. I must react and give myself away because Madge's laughter quickly turns to wide-blue eyes full of curiosity. “Katniss?” Madge whispers.

Of course Peeta walks in at that moment, hair a mess, flushed cheeks, lips red, and an unsightly something purple on his neck that is barely hidden by his collar. Ugh, what are we teenagers?

Peeta stands next to me as Gale asks, “Where ya been, Mellark?”

It takes five whole seconds of silence while their eyes take in the sight of Peeta and then me. I feel a little flustered and twist my coat in my hands. Then our group of friends erupt in loud mixed reactions.

Madge keeps exclaiming “I knew it!” To which Glimmer and Clove pester her with questions in a snooty tone. “How? Since when?”

Finnick whoops and hollers. A few slap cash in front of Finnick, which he pockets with a smug smile. Annie high-fives him. Thresh pulls me into a hug, saying he's glad to see me so happy. Gale is a little grumpy about it.

Peeta squeezes my hand and I feel like everything is right with the world.

Part 3

“I’m Late.” I shake my head, not sure what to do or think. I’ve put it off long enough, pretending I don’t know why I’m late. I know why...at least I think I know why.

I hold answers in my hands. Two minutes stretch out like two years. I clench the plastic in my shaking grip.

Peeta knocks on the door, “Katniss?” I jump back. He wasn’t supposed to be home this early. I thought I had more time.

I hesitate, take deep breaths, my resolve breaks when he says, “I brought home crackers and ginger ale. Are you doing okay?”

The gentleness in his voice calms the storm in me.

*tap tap tap tap*

My flats lightly slap the linoleum under foot as I move to let Peeta in, metaphorically and literally.

I open the bathroom door and meet Peeta's eyes, full of concern. My heart pounds, as he looks down at the test in my hands. His eyebrows shoot up as I hold my breath.

“I'm late.” I tell him, far calmer than I feel. A million thoughts and fears cycle through my head but before I can voice any of them I'm engulfed in a tight embrace. A calm steady chest anchors me in place. His large soothing hand strokes my back and I breath in his comforting scent. “You tell me what's next. Are we having a baby Katniss?”

[jokerrenwriting]

Off the Books - Drabble

I pulled my pajama shorts on after my shower, already in my oversized T-shirt and damp hair brushed out, getting ready for bed.

Knock-knock!

“Huh?” I wondered, leaving my room to go get the door. It was 9:30PM in September and getting dark out. Who would be visiting this late---much less on a weeknight? I supposed an adult who didn’t have school as early in the morning as I did, but... adults still had jobs...

I crept down the stairs as quietly as I could so I could get a glance through the peephole. If the visitor was someone I didn’t know, I just wouldn’t answer the door.

Unfortunately, I recognized him. So I opened the door, despite being in my pajamas. “Detective Akechi,” I greeted, going for polite and quite possibly failing miserably. I probably sounded irritable and tired. Oh well. It was his fault for visiting so late. “To what do I owe this visit?” I gave him my most saccharine smile, saturating it with sarcastic sweetness. A test to see if he was as observant as people thought.

“I’m here on business,” he said. “I have some questions for you.”

I leaned against the doorframe and folded my arms. “Oh?”

“It’s about your boyfriend.”

“I beg your pardon?” I demanded, affronted. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“I thought that young man with the glasses and messy hair was romantically involved with you.”

“No!” My protest was a little shrieky---it was embarrassing but less so than being accused of dating Ren. “He and me---I mean, Ren and I... we’re not like that. He’s just a friend. I don’t... I don’t date.”

“My apologies, in that case. Still. I’d like to discuss him with you.”

“What about him?” My tone was definitely hostile but Akechi didn’t seem interested in acknowledging it.

I didn’t let Akechi into the house. I wasn’t going to trust him like that---especially when my parents weren’t home for the week.

Akechi didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t ask me to let him in and didn’t seem uncomfortable standing on the porch. “He is on a year’s probation for assault, is he not?”

I clenched my jaw and fists. “Legally, yes. But he’s not who and what you think he is. Before you go judging him for getting slapped with a criminal record he doesn’t deserve, maybe you should hear his side of the story.”

“And you believe it?” Akechi asked innocently, likely feigning the tone.

“Ren has no reason to lie to me.”

“Unless he wanted to win your heart over to his side.”

I scoffed. “Pfft. You really do believe the worst in people, don’t you? I’m surprised you’re as popular as you are, with an attitude like that,” I snapped. “Ren told me his side of the story when I was a perfect stranger. We didn’t know each other. We had no intention of knowing each other. It’s easy to talk to someone you don’t know because who cares what they think of you, right? He had no reason to lie to me. Then or now. The fact that we later became friends was unrelated to his record or trying to sway me to his side.” I took a deep breath. “So, yes, he is legally on probation for an assault he didn’t commit. Happy?”

“Intrigued, more like. I tend not to let emotional reactions like ‘happy’ interfere with my work.”

“That’s such bull-crap.” I snorted and rolled my eyes. “You’ve just convinced yourself that your emotional reactions are logical ones.” Akechi opened his mouth as though to protest, but I cut him off. “Now. What else do you want to know about Ren?”

“How would you describe your relationship with him?”

“I already told you. We’re just friends.”

“As I recall. However, that wasn’t exactly what I meant.”

“Then be more specific when you ask open-ended questions.”

“If you insist. In the case of your friendship, how honest with you is he?” Akechi asked. Warning bells went off in my head. Maybe it was just my anxiety, but I had a feeling I knew where this line of questioning was going.

Still, I was an honest girl, and half-truths were still truths in a way. “Extremely. Ren is an honorable young man with an open heart who isn’t guarded enough to lie.”

“Would he tell you if he’d ever associated with the Phantom Thieves?”

“Yes.”

“Has he told you?”

Whoop there it is. Called it, I thought.

“The phrasing of that question makes it difficult to answer without ambiguity,” I chided. “If I simply say ‘yes’ it’s possible to imply that I meant he has confirmed an association, though the question actually refers to whether or not he has told me about any possible associations. So allow me to answer unambiguously: he has told me that he has no connection with the Phantom Thieves. And again: he has no reason to lie to me. Our friendship is built on a strong foundation of honesty I have no reason not to believe him---and neither do you.”

At this point in the conversation I was getting really annoyed and downright ready to slam the door in his face, but I didn’t want to put Ren in “danger.” I didn’t want to make Akechi suspicious of him.

Akechi regarded me curiously. “You have quite the intellect,” he said.

“So do you. I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“Oh, I do,” Akechi said. “It’s not often I meet someone who can keep up with me. Your friend Ren and yourself are a refreshing breath of fresh air.” He smiled.

I didn’t trust him or his smile. I didn’t care that the media loved him. That didn’t mean I had to. I wasn’t interested in pandering to him. As long as I did my part to keep him off the scent of the Phantom Thieves and our true identities, I didn’t have to play nice.

“Happy to hear it,” I said flatly. “May I ask why you’re visiting and interrogating me this late at night?”

Akechi chuckled awkwardly. “Well, truth be told, this line of questioning is... off the books. I was merely curious about Ren and thought you would be my best bet on getting a third-party opinion. I thought a third-party would be... most likely to be honest. Ren himself could lie to me about himself. You were less likely to do so.”

Less likely but I’m still doing it, I thought. “Why did you want to know about Ren?”

“It’s just... I wanted to make sure his information was trustworthy. But if what you say is true, he is a rather honest person.”

I nodded. “He is,” I confirmed. “He’s a good young man---with a good heart. It’s everyone else around him and society in general who labelled him as ‘bad’ and ‘a criminal’ based on his actions from someone else’s point-of-view.”

“You speak about him as though your feelings run deeper than you let on.”

I flared my nostrils but controlled my temper. “If you’re quite finished with your baseless accusations, detective, I’d like to get to bed,” I said.

“I’m sorry for taking so much of your time. Have a good evening.”

“Goodnight,” I said. I shut and locked the door.

Once I’d run back upstairs, I pulled my phone out, immediately texting the PT groupchat. 

Me: Guys, Akechi came to my HOUSE asking about Ren.

Ryuji: Seriously?!

Me: Yeah.

Makoto: What did he ask and what did you tell him?

Me: He asked about Ren’s crim record and any possible association with the Phantom Thieves.

Ann: What’d you say?

Me: I told him Ren was a good person and snapped at him not to jump to conclusions. I also said that yes, Ren told me there was no association with the PTs.

Yusuke: And he believed you?

Me: I think so.

Futaba: That’s a relief.

Me: He also...

Me: He also “accused” me of DATING Ren, in a roundabout way.

Ren: ??? Really?

Ryuji: FOR REAL?! XD XD XD HAHAHAHA!

Me: -_- Watch yourself, Ryuji. I’m better with my daggers than you are with that bat.

Ryuji: Lighten up. I’m just astounded that he thinks Ren is good enough for you!

Ren: HEY!

Futaba: XD

Yusuke: An amusing idea to entertain certainly. I never thought the two of you were the other’s type.

Me: Uh... Thank you?

Makoto: Back on track here, guys?

Me: Yes. Please.

Me: Anyway.

Me: I think we should discuss it in person. I don’t think he’s onto us being onto him. Anyone too busy to drop by LeBlanc tomorrow after school?

Ann: I have a modeling gig...

Makoto: We’ll catch you up to speed after it. I really want to at least get what Star’s got.

Ryuji: Hey, no codenames in the groupchat!

Ann: Shut up, Ryuji. Okay! Just make sure you catch me up, Makoto!

Makoto: I will.

Me: So, tomorrow, LeBlanc, after school

Ren: You got it.

Ryuji: We’ll be there!

Futaba: I do want to hear in greater detail Akechi “accusing” you of dating Ren.

Me: That was a bad word to use. It’s really not that dramatic.

Yusuke: Only a proper, in-person explanation will tell.

Me: Whatever you say. Night guys.

I turned my phone off and got in bed for the night.

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Forbidden Memory

Hey guys! Thanks for liking my 420 story! Really appreciate it!

 Anyway, this Drabble will be about Charlie, Vaggie and Angel discovering why Sonya have a deep fear of Alastor.

 So relax and enjoy the story!

It was just another normal day in Hell. Sonya was walking until she made it to the to the hotel her cousin Charlie owns. Sonya knocked on the door, and Charlie opened it.

 Charlie - *happily*  “Oh there's my favorite baby cousin!”

 Sonya - *happily* “And there’s my favorite big cousin!” The two hug and then go inside. They saw Husk drinking alcohol like always, but he just ignores them.

 Charlie - “It’s so good to see you Sonya.”

 Sonya - “Thanks Cousin Charlie. My Mom and Dad said that I can stay here for a few days since they are going on vacation.”

 Charlie - “Oh that's wonderful! We're going to have the best time!”

 Sonya - “So how are things in the hotel?” Charlie - “Pretty good. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

Then they heard yelling, running, and laughing. Vaggie came chasing Angel Dust with her knife.

Vaggie - *angry* “I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!”

 Angel - *laughing* “Gets you every time!”

 Vaggie - *taking out her knife* “I'm gonna stab you into a bloody pulp!” Then Angel saw Sonya, and he quickly picked up and held her in front of him like a shield. This made Vaggie stop because she didn’t want to hurt Sonya.

Angel - “Freeze! I got a kid and I know how to use her!”

 Vaggie - “Angel!”

 Angel - *takes out a sewing needle* “I’m warning you: I’ll let out a certain wild child!”

 Sonya - *confused* “Uh guys? Is there a more peaceful way to handle this?”

 Angel and Vaggie - “No!”

 Charlie - “Hey! Hey! What’s all the fighting?”

 Vaggie - *points to Angel* “He keep stealing my makeup and my clothes.”

 Angel Dust - “Hey, I just wanted to try them on.” Vaggie - “You used up all my makeup and now I have to buy more.”

 Angel Dust - *defensive*  "Some people like to make a little effort in their appearances, not that you'd know about that."

 That comment made Vaggie furious and was about to lunge at Angel’s throat. Vaggie - *angry* “I'll skin you alive!!”

 Charlie - “Guys! Enough! *to Angel* Angel you know that you’re supposed to not take things without permission?”

 Angel - *sighs* “Yes Princess.”

 Charlie - “And Vaggie, you know that you can’t be chasing people with knifes.”

 Vaggie - *sighs* “Yes.”

 Charlie - “Okay good. Now Angel, do you mind putting my baby cousin down?”

 Angel - “Fine.”

 He dropped Sonya on the ground.

 Sonya - “Ow!”

 Angel - “Whoops! Sorry kid.” *chuckles*

 Sonya rolled her eyes as she got up.

 Charlie - “By the way, I just got a call from Alastor earlier. He said that he's coming to the hotel today.”

 Vaggie - “Ugh, him again?”

Sonya froze in fear when her cousin mention Alastor’s name. Liz in her shadow form took notice of this and looks worried and concern.

 Angel - “What do Smiles want?”

Charlie - “He just want to see how things are in the hotel and *noticed Sonya look scared* Are you okay Sonya?”

 Sonya - *scared* “D-Did you say A-Alastor is coming?”

 Charlie - “Yeah but only for a short while. He just wanna check things out and then he will leave to attend “business.” Is there something wrong?”

 Sonya - *nervously* “Umm...Do anybody got something pointy? Liz s-said that she wants to come out.”

 Vaggie - “What? Now?”

 Sonya - “Please! You k-know she doesn’t like b-being coop up too long.”

 Charlie - *takes out a pushpin* “Here you go.”

 Sonya - “Okay good! Angel would you like to do the honors?”

 Angel - *excited* “My pleasure!”

 He pokes Sonya’s finger and her eyes rolled up and passed out on the floor. Then out comes Liz with her wild hair, red eyes and fangs.

 Liz - “BADA BOOM! Did you miss me? Admit me it, you miss me!”

 Angel - *happy* “There's my girl!”

 Vaggie - *sourly* “Yeah. The preteen girl version of you.”

Liz - *smirks* “Hey Chica. I can see you are still sour as ever.”

Vaggie - *offended* “Hey!!”

Charlie - “Hey Liz, why does Sonya not want to meet Alastor?”

 Liz looked concerned and turned to Sonya in shadow form. Sonya has a begging pled in her eyes and even held her hands together. Even though Charlie is their favorite cousin, there are some things even she can’t tell Charlie because she loves Sonya.

 Liz - *shrugs and sighs* “Sorry Cuz I can't tell you.  It’s a secret.”

Charlie -  “But you can trust me.”

 Liz - “Sorry Cuz but I can't break a promise to Sonya.”

Charlie - *a little sad*  “Well okay.” Angel - “Sounds to me like she's scared of Smiley.”

Vaggie - *arm crossed* “Well can you blame her?”

 Angel - *scoff* “Aw, you guys are a bunch of fraidy cats.” Liz - *offended* “Hey watch it!”

 Charlie - “Yeah Angel. Alastor isn't the type to be messed with.” They heard the door knocking. That’s when they realized that Alastor is here. Charlie - “Oh he's here!” Liz - “Better change my clothes!”

 Vaggie - “Oh here we go...better grab my spear just in case he tries something funny.”

 Angel - *shrugging*  “I don't see what the big deal is?

 Vaggie - *annoyed* “Don't you ever listen to what I've been telling you about him?!”

Angel - “What?  I hate politics.”

Vaggie sighed in annoyance and went to get her spear. Angel rolled his eyes and decided to go downstairs to get a snack. Once Charlie saw her friend and girlfriend downstairs in the lobby with her, she opened the door and saw Alastor. Charlie - “Oh hello Alastor.”

Alastor - “Hello sweetheart! So wonderful to see you again!”

 Charlie - “It's nice to see you too. Please come in.” Alastor - “Why thank you.”

 Alastor stepped inside and looked around at the hotel. He saw Niffty who busy cleaning was, and Husk was busy drinking. However he decided the hotel looked better than the first time he arrived.

 Alastor - “I see the place is looking quite well.”

 Charlie - “Thanks. My friends and I have been trying to fix up the place lately.”

 Then Liz came downstairs in her ringleader/punk biker outfit and saw Alastor. Liz smiles and tip her top hat.

Liz - “Sir Alastor.”

Alastor - *bows* “Lady Liz.”

 Liz - “What brings you in the Hotel?”

 Alastor - “Can't an old friend stop by for a visit?”

Liz - “Hm that's true.”

Vaggie - *threateningly* “Just don't cause any trouble Alastor

 Alastor - “Dear if I wanted to cause trouble I would have done so already.”

Vaggie - “Still, I'm watching you, bud.”

Alastor was visiting Charlie noticed that Sonya didn't come out at all in shadow form. It was rare that Sonya does that because she or Liz would use usually be out in shadow form to show people that they are Gemini.

Charlie: *thinking* “Huh, that's odd. There's something going on with my cousin, but I have no idea what it is. Why won't she tell me? I'm her best friend and favorite cousin. She can tell me anything.”

Vaggie - *arms crossed* “So What are you doing this time, Alastor?”

Alastor - “Oh I just wanted to make sure this Hotel is in tip top shape.”

 Vaggie - “Yeah, sure you do.”

While that was going on, Liz sat down next to Angel Dust on the couch. They both watch Charlie and Alastor talking to each other.

 Angel - *to Liz* “So what you think of Smiles over their kid?”

Liz - “He may be a cool gentleman, but he's also a little bit creepy.”

Angel - “I don't see what's so scary about him.” Liz - But haven't you been here longer than us? Well Vaggie cause me and Charlie was born here.”

Angel - *shrugs* “I never get involved with politics.”

Liz - “True. I mean they can be a pain in the butt. Like Vaggie.” *snickers*

Vaggie - *offended* “I heard that!”

 Both Liz and Angel Dust snickered which made Vaggie glares at them. As Alastor went to the bathroom and Liz went to get a snack in the kitchen, Charlie walked up to Angel and Vaggie all worried and concerned.

Charlie - “Guys seriously, I'm getting very worried about my cousin.

Angel - “Why? Liz is fine.”

Charlie - “I know Liz is fine but not Sonya. It was like the moment she heard Alastor was coming, she seemed....terrified.”

Vaggie - “Well can you blame her? He's one of the most terrifying demon ever.

Charlie - “I guess. But haven't you guys noticed every time Alastor comes over, Sonya let Liz take over? And whenever we ask them why they do that; they don't tell us or change the subject.”

 Angel - “Hmm once I think about it, that is strange.”

Vaggie - “Yeah it is. But still it's none of our business.” Angel - “Oh come on I mean it's not like the kid ever met him. I bet she just heard about the stories of him.”

Charlie - “Still, I can't help but worry.”

Vaggie - “Why don't you talk to her after Alastor leaves?”

 Charlie - “Good idea, I'll do that.”

After the short visit, Alastor left the hotel. Liz went to Charlie said:

Liz - “Okay Cuz, you can do the old presto change-o.”

 Charlie - “Got it.” Charlie grab Liz I into a hug and pets her hair at the same time so Sonya would come back. Then Liz twitched, and her eyes rolled up and then Sonya was back. Sonya - “Thanks Cousin Charlie. I'm gonna go change into my regular clothes.”

Charlie - “Alright. There’s extra clothes in the bathroom lobby.”

 Sonya - “Oh cool thanks!”

 Then Sonya went to the lobby bathroom to change. Then Charlie turned to Angel and Vaggie.

 Charlie - “Come on guys.” Vaggie - “Where are we going?”

Charlie - “To her room.”

Vaggie - “Why?” Charlie - “To see if we could find any clues about her fear of Alastor.”

 Angel - “Aw sweet we are ransacking!”

 Charlie - “It’s not  ransacking Angel. It’s more like information-gathering.”

Angel - “Same thing as ransacking.”

Charlie rolls her eyes as they went upstairs to Sonya’s room. Once they opened the door to her room, they began their search.

Vaggie - So What are we looking for exactly? Charlie - “Something like a diary.”

Angel - “A diary?”

 Charlie - “A diary, pictures, anything can help. That way we can know her reason and we can help Sonya conquer it.”

They look in their room and Angel opened drawers to see a bag of weed, acid, acid candies, weed cookies and weed snack cakes. Making sure the girls weren’t looking, Angel began to stuff some in his pocket. Angel closed the drawer kept looking and saw a drawer of stolen wallets full of cash

Angel - “Oooh! She's loaded.”

Angel quietly took some of the cash and stuff them in his pocket too. Then be closed the drawer.

Angel - “Nothing in here.”

Vaggie - “You better not be stealing any of her stuff!”

 Angel - “Oh of course not.”

Vaggie eyes him suspiciously and looked annoyed.

Charlie - “Come on we need to keep looking.”

 They kept looking around Sonya’s room. They were also making sure they weren’t leaving a mess. They kept on looking until they heard: “What are you guys going?” They saw Sonya at the doorway in her regular clothes. She looked confused on why her friends and cousin are in her room.

 Charlie - *nervously* “Uh, nothing! Nothing!”

Angel - *arms cross* “Actually we were just going through your stuff.”

 Vaggie - *angry* “Angel!” Angel - *defensive* “What? It’s true isn’t it?”

 Sonya - *angry*  “What?! Cousin Charlie, how could you?! Out of all people I actually expected Angel to do this, or even Niffty. But you?!”

 Charlie - “We are sorry Sonya. It just that we needed to know why you are afraid of Alastor.”

Sonya - “Why do you guys keep asking about that?! I can’t tell you!”

 Charlie - “Because we are worried about you! You can't keep stuff like this hidden forever.”

Vaggie - “I mean you only heard stories about him right?”

 Sonya - *nervously* “N-Not exactly.”

 Angel - “Then why are you scared of him if you haven’t even met or even heard the stories?”

 Sonya - *sighs* “I just can't tell you. *looks at Liz in shadow form* But maybe it's better that she shows you.”

 Angel - *confused* “What the fuck are you talking about?”

 Sonya - “What I mean is that you three can go inside my mind and Liz tell you.”

 Vaggie - “Couldn’t you just let her come out and tell us?”

 Sonya - “Can’t it’s too risky.”

 Charlie - “Well okay.”

Sonya took out her spell book from her shelf and flipped a few pages. She saw the page she needed and said: Sonya - “Somnium Meum!”

 The book glowed and it made Charlie, Vaggie and Angel covered their eyes. They looked around and saw that nothing had happened, and they were still in Sonya’s room.

 Charlie - “Uh Sonya? I don’t think the spell-“

 Suddenly, Charlie, Vaggie and Angel started have sleepy looks on their faces and feel tired. All three of them  passed out on the floor. Charlie felt like somebody was shaking her. Liz - “Hey Cuz. Cuz wake up.” Charlie woke up and saw Liz holding a pool stick. Charlie looked around and saw she and Vaggie was on a pool table. Angel was on the floor and was starting to wake up along with Vaggie.

 Angel - *rubbing his eyes and head* What the bell is this place?”

 Vaggie - “Yeah, where are we? And why is Liz here?”

 Liz - “You're Inside the Mind House.” Vaggie - “The Mind House?”

Liz  - “The Mind House is a place that me and Sonya go to whenever we switch. You can say this is like our second home.”

Vaggie - “Wow. It's something that I didn't expect.” Liz - “Really Chica? What you thought that we would stay in a cage?”

 Vaggie - “For a psycho brat like you yeah!”

Angel - *amazed* “This place is fucking sweet!”

 Liz - “Of course it is Angel D.  I mean,  Sonya and I need a place to sleep and hang out.  *plays pool* so why are you guys here?”

Charlie - “We're here to find out why Sonya is afraid of Alastor.”

Liz was shocked to the point she accidently hit a ball to break a window. Then Liz had an uneasy look on her face as she turns to the others.

Liz - “Cuz...Are you sure you wanna see that memory?”

 Charlie - “Yes I feel like we need to know so we can help her.”

 Liz - *take a deep breath* “Alright follow me.” Liz led them an elevator and pressed a button to a room upstairs. Then the elevator’s door opened, and they were now in a room and saw a lot of yellow orbs on shelves.

Charlie - *amazed* What are these?

Liz - There some of mine and Sonya's memories.”

 Vaggie - “Why are they on separate shelves?”

 Liz - “We may share the same bodies but sometimes not the same memories.”

 Charlie looked and noticed a shelve of orbs. However, this shelf is red and had a wooden red heart on it.

 Charlie - “Hey what’s these orbs?”

 Liz - “Oh those orbs is our favorite memories we perished forever.”

 Charlie looked at some of them and saw it was Sonya or Liz spending time together having fun and comforting each other. Charlie smiles and looked touched at this. Vaggie looked and even saw some of Sonya’s favorite memories involved Vaggie as well.

 Charlie - “This is so sweet.”

 Liz - “I have some too.”

 They saw the same shelve but this one has Liz’s name on it. Angel was looking at them and saw him and Liz was spending time with each other. Even spending time with Sonya. Like Charlie, Angel looked touched as this.

 Vaggie - “Hate to spoil the moment, but can one of these show us something about Alastor?

Liz - “Of course but it's not on any of these shelves. It’s actually- Liz then saw Angel grabbing  some random orbs on the shelves and looking at them. Liz - “Angel D what are you doing?” Angel - “What? I'm just looking. It's not I'm going to do this.” Angel began to juggle some of them. This starting to freak the girls out. Even Angel began to walk while juggling the orbs.

 Liz - *scared* “Put them down!!”

 Angel - “Relax kid I’m not gonna break-“ Unfortunately as he was walking, he tripped over a shelf leg and fell on the ground causing the orbs to go up in the air. Liz, Charlie and Vaggie caught them the falling orbs in time. Angel, however missed one orb and it broke much to Vaggie’s horror and anger.

Vaggie - *angry* “You idiot! Look what you did!!” Liz - *shrugs*  “It's okay, that one wasn't important.”

Charlie - “Really?” Liz - “Yeah it was her learning geometry.”

Angel - “Ugh, I hate that subject. Good thing I forgot about it along with a bunch of other stuff.”

Liz - “So you kind of did her a favor. I mean we usually throw out the memory we either hate or want to forget in the trash bucket.”

 Charlie - “That’s good.”

 Liz - “Yeah but still be careful with these orbs! If they break, then we lose memories of them for good.”

Vaggie - *threatening Angel* “And if you break another, I’ll break your neck!”

 Angel - *raised his hands up* “Okay! Okay I’ll be more careful.”

 Liz  led them to a door with lots of padlocks and chains.   Liz - “There is we store horrible memories. It it’s so bad we locked them up in here.”

Charlie - “Then that's where we must look.”

Liz - “Alrighty let me just open it.”

 Vaggie - “How are you going to open a door like this?”

 Liz - “That’s easy Chica!” Liz took a crowbar and roughly open the door breaking the locks and chain. Then the door opened.

 Liz - “Okay are you guys ready to go in?”

 Charlie - “Yes we are.”

 They went inside the room and saw that the room had dim lights. Liz showed them a dark red orb all chained up. She unlocked it and was now holding it in her hands.

Charlie - “Liz is this it?”

Liz - “Yep. That's the memory I can play it on the TV.” She uses her head to summon and an TV was summoned.

 Angel - *amazed* “Whoa how you do that?”

 Liz - “Dude this is mine and Sonya’s mind. We can summon anything we want.”

 Angel - “In that case can you summon a couch?”

 Liz - “Alright.”

 Liz began to summon a couch.

 Angel - “And summon a table. And make the lights here brighter. I can’t see a fucking thing in here.”

 Liz began to look annoyed and made the lights bright and summoned a couch. Charlie, Angel and Vaggie sat on the couch and Angel put his feet on the table.

 Liz - *annoyed* “Anything else your highness?”

 Angel - “Well…”

 Vaggie - “No! He doesn’t want anything else. *to Charlie* Charlie sure you want to do this?”

Charlie - “I have to know the truth. *to Liz* Liz, play the memory.”

 Liz - “Okay Cuz.”

Liz began to summon some wires and use some wires to connect it to the orb. Then she connected it to the TV. The TV was staticky for a bit, but then it began to be clear. The memory began to play: Inside the memory Sonya was wearing all black and dark gray clothes, shoes, hat and sweater. She was holding her notebook and had a determined look on her face. Sonya - *to herself* “Okay Sonya. This is the big day: to learn about Alastor!” Charlie - “So she was interested in him at first?” Angel - “Seems that way.”

 Liz - “It’s true. Before, Sonya just heard about little fun facts about Alastor like where he’s from, favorite food, music, etc. from people. But she felt like she wanted to learn more things about him. Even telling me to stay inside The Mind House because Sonya felt like it was her mission.”

 Charlie - “That’s true. I mean she does love doing research about people.”

 Liz - “I know but please be quiet. The memory is playing.”

 Sonya - “Okay. Now where could he be?” Sonya saw Alastor and a scared demon walking to a forest. Sonya quietly follow them and was making sure that she doesn’t get caught. Then she hid behind a big log and saw Alastor and the demon near a huge pond.

 Sonya: *whispers* “Now’s my chance.” Sonya watches closely but is not prepared for what she's about to see.

 Demon - *scared* “A-Alastor I'm sorry that I failed! P-Please! Give me another chance!”

 Alastor - *chuckles* “My friend....I'm afraid there are no second’s chances. You failed me and now you must pay the price.” Alastor began to work his powers and take form and the demon is more terrified than ever.

Demon - “No! No! NOOOO!!!”

Sonya was watching this and was looking horrified. Alastor just smiled as the demon before him was destroyed and poor Sonya witnessed everything. She was literally shaking in fear.

Sonya - *horrified* “Oh my god…”

Sonya began to hear footsteps and hide behind the log. However, she did a little peek and saw it was a demon girl around Sonya’s age looking injured. She had lots of swords with her.   Sonya - “Hey I know that girl from school. Why is she here?” Girl - “Aw man. That hunting trip was the worse. I don’t think I can handle-“ The girl saw Alastor and he turned around said:

Alastor - “So I take it the cat is out the bag eh?” The Girl looks mad and annoyed and got out her sword. She began  running toward him about to slice him.

 Girl - “Who are you?!” Alastor just did a slasher smile and quickly killed her. There was nothing left but her swords and blood. Sonya witness everything and became even more scared.

 Sonya: *shocked* Oh my God!!!! Ohh I gotta get out! This is too much!”

Sonya got up and about to leave but she tripped over a rock and landed on the ground. Her hand landed on a twig and accidentally broke the twig in half. The loud snap got it got Alastor's attention and began to slowly turn his head around. Sonya - “Oh no!” Sonya quickly got up and began to run away. She kept on running fast hoping to get away from Alastor or hoping that he didn’t see her.

Sonya -  “I hope he didn't see me!”

However, a powerful red power missed her and burnt up a tree instead. Then she heard Alastor:

Alastor - “You can run but you can't hide!”

Sonya took a quick peek and Alastor was halfway far from her, but he was doing a speed like run. He even still had that wide smile on his face and quickly turn her face so Alastor wouldn’t see her face,

Sonya - *screams* “I better step on it!!”

 Sonya kept running but then her sweater got caught in some pointy tree branches. Even her left  ankle and pants got caught in some branches.

 Sonya - *horrified* “Oh no! No! *tearing up* Not now!”

Alastor was halfway there and saw the mysterious spy. He uses his powers from his microphone and sent a powerful red blast. The red blast did break the branches that trapped Sonya's sweater, but it did a slight cut on Sonya's shoulder. Sonya - “AHH!” Sonya pulled hard and was free from the branch that trapped her ankle. She fell on the ground but quickly got up and kept on running. Sonya was a terrible mess, she was covered in mud, her sweater and pant was slightly ripped, and her shoulder was bleeding. But she didn’t care continue to run to get away from Alastor. Sonya kept on running until she saw that she was by a cliff and a rapid river fill with logs. She knew that these were one of Hell’s rough rivers that was difficult to swim. But Sonya heard footsteps saw that Alastor was still coming due to seeing the red light. Sonya took a deep breath and jumped into the river. Alastor comes to a stop and saw a splash in the river.

Alastor - “Huh. The mysterious figure must have jumped. It may have been a fun chase, but it probably drowned. Oh well.” He left and walked back into the forest. In the river, Sonya came out the water and use a log to swim back to shore. Then she was out of the forest panting and just kept on running until she got home. The memory stop playing, and Charlie and the others are shocked by this memory. Liz sigh and began to unplug the orb from the TV.

Liz - “Now you see why?”

Charlie - *shocked* “I....I had no idea. *realized something* “But Wait...When she was asleep for 3 days, I remember that Sonya told me that she was over exhausted from a hunting trip.” Liz - *sighs* “No...She was actually in a 3 days trauma coma after what happens. I had to take care of her and help her recovered.”

Charlie look shocked and horrified. She never realizes the real reason her baby cousin fear of Alastor was more than just rumors.

 Vaggie - “But why didn't she just tell us?”

 Liz - “Cause it's too risky. You know how gossip quickly spread. Demons especially Katie Kill-B*tch, will reveal the secret. If words get out what Sonya did, Alastor would find out, and Sonya would either end up dead, or his lunch, or whatever Alastor do to demons who spy or threaten him.”

 Angel - “So why you have this memory locked up? Can’t you destroy that piece of shits?”

 Liz - “We can’t do that either! If they are destroyed, Sonya would forget and would want to spy on Alastor again. If she gets caught who knows what Alastor can do? I mean what if she gets traumatized to the point, she doesn’t wake up at all?”

 Charlie eyes widen at this: her baby cousin being killed and never waking up? Not only Sonya’s parents would be devastated, but Charlie would be as well. Sonya and Liz were their best cousin friend and couldn’t imagine life in Hell without them.

 Charlie - “You're right. I have to keep you and Sonya safe from Alastor in case he finds out or try to do something to you guys.”

 Liz - “And that's why we keep this lock up too. I mean it sucks that Sonya have this fear of him, but what else can we do?”

 Vaggie - “Liz is right. Now we understand why.”

Liz - “Good.”

 Liz then led them out the room and chained up the orb. Then she uses her mind to chain the door again. The door was now bored, chain up with strong padlocks.

Angel - “So how do we get out of here?”

Liz - “Oh you guys should wake up right...Now!”

 Confused, Charlie, Vaggie and Angel all started to have that same feeling when Sonya cast the spell. Then they all passed out and a few minutes later, they all wake up in Sonya’s room. Sonya was on her bed reading and noticed that her friends was awake.

Sonya - *uncomfortably*  “Did you got everything you needed?”

Charlie - *sadly* “We did....”

With sadness in her eyes, Charlie hugged her cousin. Sonya was surprised because she didn’t expect a hug from Charlie.

Charlie - “Oh Sonya I'm so sorry.” Sonya - *sighs* “No no it's okay. I should've told you guys like you said.”

Charlie - “No, I shouldn't have pushed you into telling us.”

Vaggie - “Yeah.”

Angel - “Even I thought that memory was brutal…”

Sonya - “Yeah. Now you see why I don't like being around Alastor.”

Charlie - “Yeah…” *hugs her tightly*

Vaggie - “You don’t  have to face him. We won't force you.”

 Angel - “We'd never do that.”

 Charlie - “If you want, we can tell Alastor not to come anymore.”

 Sonya - “Cousin Charlie you can’ do that. Once you think about it, Alastor is the reason you and the Hotel get more respect and demons are even willing come to the hotel. Plus think what he can do if you refuse him.”

 Vaggie - “Yeah Charlie. Alastor isn’t the type that would just pack his bag and leave.”

 Charlie - “But he traumatized and nearly killed Sonya. I gotta protect them.”

 Sonya - “Cousin Charlie listen to me: I know I’m afraid most likely be forever afraid of Alastor, but I don’t want you to do that. Despite Alastor being scary as fuck, he's the one that is helping the hotel. I also think he’s the one that actually likes and respect you because if he didn’t, he would have killed you. You and the others handle him well and even Liz. I don’t want to be the one responsible if Alastor does something just because you turn him away. Besides, he didn’t see my face when that happen, and he does respect Liz. I’ll just have Liz come out whenever he comes by.”

 Charlie - “Are you sure about this Sonya?”

 Sonya - “Positive. I know fear is something you can rid of but this fear of Alastor I can’t cause it’s too risky. And that saying, “you learn from your mistakes.” Well, that mistake you guys saw I had to learn from it. The lesson was never spy on Alastor and you might have this fear forever but it’s just something you deal with.”

 Angel - “Lessons was never for me. Drugs, sex and alcohol are for me.”

 Vaggie - “You can’t even learn how to make your own bed.”

 Angel - “Hey I can so! I just don’t want to.”

 Charlie - “Okay beside that, we understand now why you afraid of Alastor. We won’t force to conquer it.”

 Sonya - “Thank you guys. I’m never going near that blood thirsty sociopath. I’ll just let Liz take over whenever he comes.”

 Charlie - “Alright.”

 Sonya - “Umm...What you guys wanna do now?”

 Charlie - “How about a movie night?”

 Sonya - “Okay that sound fun!”

 Angel - “Ooh I’ll get the snacks!” *left the room*

 Vaggie - *chasing after him* “It better not have any drugs!”

 Sonya was about to leave to until Charlie put her hands on her shoulders and knelt down to Sonya’s height.

 Charlie - “Hey. I just want to let you know you and Liz can always talk to me about these kinds of things. You both know that you can trust me and help you guys in any way that I can. Besides, you don’t have to worry about Alastor if he ever finds out about you. If he even tries to hurt you, he will regret it. I am the Princess of Hell after all, they don’t know the full powers that I have.”

 Sonya - *smiling* “Thanks cousin Charlie.”

 Charlie gave her baby cousin another hug. This time, Sonya hug Charlie back and sigh in relief. She admits that it felt good to technically tell somebody beside Liz the real truth. Now she knows she a definitely trust her cousin and friends to protect her from serious harm.

 Hope you all like it!

[jungshookz]

ceo!yoongi - the wedding

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: ceo!au, the fluffiest fluff, humour, you look like a pRINCESS, a lil bit of n s f w, jungkook is a brat no surprise there

→ wordcount: 7.7k

→ notes: it’s hERE the big day!!!!!! i’m so happy that you guys like ceo!yoongi you blew my expectations for the response to this fic out of the water!!!! i had,,, such a good time writing this i fckin love weddings as you can tell i got a little carried away because this ‘“”””drabble”””’’ is nearly 8000 words long?? whoops ALSO i used google translate for the korean part so,,,,,,, if it’s not an accurate translation please don’t come for me i am SORRY 

if u wanna ask yoongs or y/n anything u know what to do ;-)

you’re getting married to min yoongi today. holy shit. 

(gif isn’t mine!) 

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

you’ve never felt more like a princess than in this moment

“not half bad” you mutter to yourself, turning a little and checking yourself out in the mirror

your gown is beaUtiful you got it custom made and everything and it even came with a VEIL

“oh my god,,,, i’m going to cry” jimin appears behind you in the mirror and he presses a hand to his chest “you don’t even look like yourself whERE are your mismatched socks”

“i couldn’t find a pair of socks to go with the heels” you joke and turn your head a little but the makeup artists turns your head back so she can dab a little more lipstick on your lips

yoongi hired like a miLLion stylists because he didn’t trust jimin to do your makeup and hair (and tbh jimin doesn’t trust himself to do your makeup and hair either lol)

a minute goes by before she decides you’re good to go but she fixes your veil a little and then dusts some glittery powered on your exposed chest and your shoulders

wow

you really are a disney princess now

“could you guys give us a second?” you give the many stylists a polite smile and they all agree and eventually file out of the room

you lift the dress up a little so you can step off the mini podium and jimin immediately rushes over to grab onto your shoulders

“…you’RE GETTING MARRIED TODAY”

“…I’M GETTING MARRIED TODAY”

“i can’t believe you’re getting married before me”

“i know!!! crazy stuff” you smile

“i’m so happy for you” jimin sniffles and you coo before leaning in to give him a hug but he stops you before you can hug him and you pull away clearly hurt

“you’re going to get glitter all over my suit and i dO not want that” but he leans in to kiss your cheek very very gently

“i miss yoongi” you pout and turn to look at yourself in the mirror (wat u look rly good okay)

you haven’t seen yoongi in like 24 hours because both of you had your bachelorette/bachelor parties and then it’s the whole ‘the bride and groom can’t see each other before the wedding’ thing so you and yoongi had your own hotel rooms :-(

of course jimin shared a room with you so it wasn’t that bad

“yoongi looks really good in his suit” jimin grins and stands next to you in the mirror “just to let you know”

“i-“ suddenly your phone vibrates on the table and you click-clack over in your heels to grab it

your face immediately lights up in a smile when you see who’s calling

“hey boss” you pick up the call and you hear yoongi’s raspy laugh on the other end

“hi, baby.”

“i miss u”

“i miss you too. i can’t wait to see you.”

you glance over your shoulder and jimin’s preoccupied with fixing the rose in his suit pocket

“i’m wearing the thigh garters and the lacy white panties you bought for me under my dress” you lower your voice a little so jimin can’t hear you

“oh yeah? quit trying to lure me out of my room - you’re the one who said we weren’t allowed to see each other” yoongi teases

you hear some commotion from yoongi’s end and you check the time on the clock

yep

it’s time

“i think that’s my cue. i’ll see you soon. i love you.”

“love you more” you whisper and then yoongi hangs up and you put your phone on the table

“i can’t believe you’re making me walk down the aisle with jungkook” jimin grumbles and fixes a strand of his hair

“we didn’t have enough bridesmaids!!” you giggle and jimin rolls his eyes before giving you a quick hug and another kiss on the cheek

“i’ll see you out there?” he raises his fist and you fist bump him gently and nod

once jimin leaves a second later your parents enter the room and your mom coos at how gorgeous her daughter looks on this wonderful day

“look at you!” she gasps and wraps you up in a hug and you laugh lightly

“never thought i’d see the day where you actually put in effort with how you look” your dad jokes and your mom smacks his arm in warning “you ready, champ?”

“as ready as i’ll ever be” you grab your bouquet off the chair and link arms with your mom

it’s only once you’re standing in front of the closed double doors that you realise you are noT as ready as you’ll ever be

your heart is going like a million miles per hour

and you didn’t think it would happen to you

but you have cold feet

what if you’re too young to get married?

maybe you and yoongi are diving into this relationship too quickly

like you’ve only been dating a couple months and that iS a pretty short time to date and then suddenly decide to get married

what if you turn into those couples who get married young and then eventually the spark disappears from the marriage and you guys turn into a bitter old couple stuck with each other forever

oh god

if you and yoongi divorce you’ll have to find another job and you don’t wANT to find another job

there was an opening at the damn sandwich station

you don’t want to spend the rest of your life making sandwiches with too much mayo and too little tuRKEY

you don’t want to be a LISA

lol shady

oH GOD

you are 110% not prepared when the wooden doors open slowly  

but the first thing you see is yoongi waiting for you at the end of the aisle

and oH

he looks so handsome in his crisp tux

and he has a red rose in his suit pocket

his hair is styled perfectly and he’s positively glowing

the venue itself is gorgeous too

fairy lights twinkling everywhere the rose gold and white go reaLLy well together 

the lights are the perfect level of dim and everything just looks so romantic and well put together 

everything is perfect

and this is the part where you’re supposed to start walking

…

okay

thIS is the part where you’re supposed to start walking

…

okay nOW

…

…

uh-oh

your feet feel like they’ve been glued to the ground and everyone’s just… staring at you

“you okay, honey?” your mom nudges your side gently and you’re snapped out of your thoughts

your mouth is all dry and you can’t open your mouth to say anything but you nod quickly

your heart is like exploding in your chest

of course your mother knows best and she can tell you’re like suPer nervous

“you know, i was pretty nervous before my wedding too.”

you immediately turn to look at her and you’re like …go on

“i thought i was too young to be getting married. thought i was ruining my life. i had so many things i wanted to do, so many things i wanted to see, and i thought getting married was going to hold me back. but… i loved your father so, so much. all those things that i wanted to do and all the things i wanted to see? i ended up doing those things with him right by my side. it’s your wedding - of course you’re nervous. but tell me - you see that man at the end of the aisle?”

you turn to look at yoongi and he’s staring at you with worry in his eyes because you stILL haven’t started walking and the crowd is getting a little antsy

“do you love him?”

“of course i love yoongi” you breathe out

you love yoongi with your entire heart

you love how sweet and caring he is like when you stay late with him and end up falling asleep at your desk and you always wake up with yoongi’s suit jacket around you to keep you warm

sometimes he carries you to the car and he’s sO gentle with you to make sure he doesn’t wake you up

you love how thoughtful he is like when he knows you’re having a bad day and surprises you with cookies or a pint of ice cream even though that’s the last thing he wants you to eat

you love how considerate he is like when you tell him an awful joke and he laughs anyway even though you’re like the least funny person in the entire world

and hello?? he’s so snuggly in the morning you loVe that

you love min yoongi.

“and you want to marry him?”

“more than anything else in the entire world”

“then what’s the problem?”

“...i don’t wanna trip down the aisle” you squeak out and your dad stifles a laugh before patting your arm gently

“c’mon, y/n. can’t keep your fiancé waiting.”

there seems to be this collective sense of relief in the crowd when you start walking and jimin reaches up to dab the bead of sweat lining his forehead before shooting yoongi a thumbs up

both you and yoongi are just staring at each other as you make your way down the aisle and yoongi can’t help but think about how fuckign lucky he is to be marrying you

you give your parents a hug and a kiss before they’re handing you over to yoongi

you wobble a little on your heels but yoongi grabs your hand before you can topple over thAnk god

yoongi lifts the veil up over your head and his heart flutters when he sees you smiling at him with rosy cheeks

“hi” you whisper quietly and yoongi smiles in response before brushing some of your hair back

the crowd takes a second to settle in and yoongi takes advantage of the rustling

“hi. you okay?”

you nod quickly and squeeze his hand “i love you”

his cheeks immediately warm and a smile tugs at the corner of his lips “love you more”

the two of you turn to face the priest

“dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of min yoongi and y/n y/l/n…”

the priest goes on and on and the entire time you and yoongs are just staring at each other and giving each other knowing looks like ‘good god, this is boring’

yoongi pinches your hand hard when it looks like you’re about to let out a yawn and you quickly suppress it when he gives you a warning look

finally it’s time to exchange vows and noW you know what you forgot this morning

your cue cards

you were never really good at improvisation so this… is going to be interesting

luckily the priest invites yoongi to go first so that gives you some time to come up with soMEthing  

“y/n. when we first met, i have to be honest - i did not like you. like at all.”

wow

it doesn’t get much better than that lol

“whA-“

“you insulted me in the elevator, you spilt coffee all over me, you kept forgetting to remind me when my meetings were scheduled, you nEver threw away your cookie wrappers-“

“okAy i think we get it” you scowl and everyone in the audience can’t help but laugh

how the hell are you getting roasted even at your own damn weDDing

yoongi smiles and squeezes your hand

“but even after all of this, somehow, someway, i fell in love with you.  i fell in love with the way you stumbled into my office every morning with a half-ass made cup of coffee, the way you were willing to stay late with me even though i know you would much rather go home and watch TV, the way your face lights up whenever i bought cookies for you... i knew you were the one for me the night that we kissed, and i wouldn’t want to have anyone else in the world help me tie my ties. y/n y/l/n, i loved you then, i love you now, and i’ll love you forever.”

aW that’s so cUTE you didn’t know yoongi had it in himself to say something that cheesy without puking

“i actually left my cue cards in the office. so. there’s that.” you clear your throat and give yoongi an apologetic look “i…” for a second you blank because you actually forgot what you had planned to say

bits and pieces are coming back to you but daNg it you spent like a week’s worth of lunch breaks writing them out

“yoongi. i also wasn’t a huge fan of you when we first met. no matter what i did, you’d always give me a look of disappointment and scold me for being a bad secretary. all i know is…”

fuck it

time to improvise

you clear your throat and stand up a little straighter

“all i know is that you’re the one i want to spend the rest of my life with. your beauty, heart, and mind inspire me to be the best person i can be. i feel truly blessed that out of all the people in the world - you chose me. you chose me, and i get to share my life with you, and you’ve chosen to share yours with me. you make me happier than i ever could imagine and more loved than i ever thought possible.” you clear your throat because you feel a lil lump growing in there

you’re not usually this emotional but

there’s just something about weddings

“…min yoongi, you are my person. you are my love and my life - today, and always.”

everyone bursts into applause when you finish and you can’t help but feel a sense of pride because everyone’s tearing up and also yOONgi’s eyes are gLASSY

and yoongi nEVer cries

and now it’s time to make it ~official~

“Min Yoongi. Do you take Y/N Y/L/N as your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?”

yoongi’s never been so sure of anything in his entire life

“I do.” he slips a ring onto your trembling hand and you try your best to calm your nerves but you’re just sO happy

“Y/N Y/L/N. Do you take Min Yoongi as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or-“

“yES i dO” you reply a little too enthusiastically and the crowd bursts into a murmur of giggles

the priest smiles before gesturing for you to slip the ring onto yoongi’s finger

and…

“i now pronounce you man and wife. you may now kiss the bride.” yoongi immediately swoops down and plants his lips on yours and you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck when he places his hands on your hips to pull you closer

everyone’s cheering around you but all you can focus on is yoongi

it feels like you guys are the only ones in the room

“aLright you two save it for the honeymoon” jimin smacks you with your bouquet and you blush before pulling away but you still cling to yoongi

“i love you” you beam and yoongi leans down to give you another kiss

“love you more”

you and yoongi are all over each other at the reception

not like thAT but like in a more romantic lovey dove ooey gooey way

“we’re married” you giggle and nuzzle against yoongi’s neck and he reaches over to yank your chair closer to him

“we’re married” he repeats and holds your hand out so he can look at the twinkling ring on your finger

you pull away and look at him

“i made you cry”

“you did no such thing”

“i maDE you tear up” you tease and jab at his chest and yoongi swats your hand away

“there was dust in my eyes”

“there was nO dust anywh-“

clink clink clink

jimin’s suddenly standing up from his seat next to you and he’s clinking the side of his flute of champagne

“everyone! i’d like to make a toast.”

you turn your attention to jimin and woW your best friend looks especially handsome tonight!!!!

this lighting makes his skin look greAT

“first of all - congratulations to the newlyweds.” everyone applauds you and yoongi and the two of you give nods and smiles of acknowledgements “y/n and i have been friends for as long as i can remember. i’ve always been the one y/n goes to in times of need, i’ve always been her pizza/movie night buddy… but everything’s different now. boss, please take care of my girl for me, okay?”

“of course i will.” yoongi nods and you push your bottom lip out in a pout when you see jimin’s eyes glimmering

omg

your eyes are getting watery too

“okay. that’s all i have to say.” jimin’s voice wavers and then he sets down the microphone and you immediately get up and coo and wrap your best friend up in a big fat hUG

“mY babY!!!!!” you sniffle and press a kiss to jimin’s cheek and basically cling to him and you and jimin are off in your own little world and yoongi’s like ahEm i am your husband pls pay attention to me

“i wanna make a toast too!!!!” jungkook stands up and nearly knocks his chair over

clink clink CLONK

he clinks the side of his flute and it immediately shatters into a trillion pieces

“whoops” he blinks down at the shards of glass and then sets his flute down and picks up the microphone

“i’d just like to let everyone know that y/n herself said that if yoongi wasn’t in the picture she would’ve definitely ended up with me. yoongi - i can still steal your girl, so don’t piss me off”

“excuse me?” yoongi’s glare immediately makes the smile drop from jungkook’s face

in that moment he knew he fucked up

“nothingi’msorrysir”

so yeah everyone’s having a pretty good time

you break away from all the socialising to get yourself a drink

and the next thing you know you’re hearing jungkook over the loudspeakers and you’re like oh nO what is this punk what up to

“everyone! please help me welcome mr and mrs min for their first official dance as a married couple!”

o god

o gOD you forgot the first dance was a thing

obviously you like the part where you dance with yoongi but not the part where everyone like staRes at you dancing with yoongi

yoongi knows how much you hate crowds buT also he wants to show you off as his wife so u better get ur ass over here or he’ll literally drag you over

you end up getting nudged back to the dance floor by everyone and you whine quietly when yoongi takes your hand and pulls you in

“this is so embarrassing” you groan and yoongi laughs before wrapping his arms around your waist

“only you would be embarrassed at your own damn wedding”

you peek over yoongi’s shoulders and see literally evERyone staring at you and your cheeks flush instantly

“hey, look at me. it’s just you and me, hm?” yoongi presses his forehead against yours and you crinkle your nose in responsethe two of you dance for a little while longer and you want to stay in the moment forever because yoongi’s whispering sweet nothings in your ear and you are just so so SO in love with him

he has his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and your arms are dangling loosely around your waist

occasionally he’ll swoop down to give you a small kiss but he keeps it PG because you do have an audience after all and he’s not about to make out with you in front of ur parents lol

finaLLy the slow song switches back to a pop song and everyone floods the dance floor once again and you’re like phEw but also kinda bummed out at the same time because you wanted to slow dance with ur mans for a little while longer you felt like you were at prom lol

cutting the cake had to be the most fun part because you got to smash it into yoongi’s face

“y/n, i swear to god, this suit was sO expensive if you get onE dollop of cream-“ yoongi doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence because you’re suddenly pushing the slice of cake right into his face and everyone bursts into laughter at the sight

yoongi staggers back and is like :0000000!!!!!!!!!! and he wipes the chunks of cake off his face and off his precious suit before glaring at you and you’re like uh-oh

and then you realise he’s not actually mad because he’s lunging for you grabbing your face and pulling you in for a FAT kiss

you squeal because cake is getting all over your face but you kiss yoongi back anyway and giggle against his lips

and of course yoongi gets his revenge because he digs his gruBBy hand into the cake and you’re like N O   W A IT

anyways you end up getting cake all over your chest and yoongi gets it all over his suit but you both clean up to the best of your abilities

the party finALLY gets started and all you have to say is that your friends and family get wild sOoo quickly

everyone here has obviously taken advantage of the endless cocktails

people are jamming out on the dance floor

some people are enjoying drinks by the bar

jimin dragged yoongi off somewhere so you’ve kind of just been hopping from table to table thanking people for coming

“joon you look so handsome tonight!!!! thank u for coming!!” you bend down and wrap an arm around him to give him a hug from behind before pinching his cheek and sitting down in the empty seat next to him

“of course i had to come to my favourite coffee-thief’s wedding” he teases and takes a sip of his champagne “also this champagne is like reALLy good”

“right??? it’s the really bougie stuff i almost picked the one with real gold flakes in it but i resisted because i don’t want to completely destroy yoongi’s wallet”

the two of you end up chatting for a little while longer before suddenly jimin appears out of nowhere and drags you out of your chair

“wOah where are you taking me???” before you know it you’re being plopped down on a chair in the middle of the rOOm and there’s a crowd around you

and when you turn to face the front you see your husband walking over to you

you immEdiately feel warmth ziP down to your nether regions

he’s taken off his suit jacket and his tie and he’s unbuttoned a couple buttons on his shirt anD he has his sleeves rolled up and holy shit did it suddenly just get warm in here or what

you can tell he’s a little tipsy because he has a lazy smirk on his face and his eyes are kind of cloudy

“hi baby” yoongi cups your jaw before bending down and pressing his lips against yours

he tastes faintly of beer and mint

“how much did jimin give you to drink?” you giggle and push at his chest gently then watch as he drops to his knees in front of you

and the way he looks up at you with dark eyes makes your insides melt

it takes a second for you to realise what’s actually happening

the thigh garter

the crowd goes wild when yoongi’s head suddenly disappears under your dress and you feel his hands grip at your knees before pushing them apart so he can wiggle himself in between them

“yOongi!” you gasp quietly when you feel him nip at your inner thigh

he’s definitely noT supposed to go this far up

your face is on fire at this point but yoongi’s having the time of his life and everyone else seems to be into it

you feel him press a trail of warm kisses from the inside of your knee all the way to your inner thigh

and then he’s taking your garter in between his teeth and slowly pulling it down your leg

a bunch of cheers and whoops echo around the room when yoongi crawls out from under your dress with the lacy garter in his mouth

he smirks up at you and your cheeks heat up and you quickly shuT your legs

he ruffles his hair quickly to fix it before getting up off his knees and immediately tossing the garter into the eager crowd of mEN

you’re not surprised that jimin is the one who catches it (he shoved like three other guys out of the way) and you’re like alREADY planning his bachelor party for him in your head

yoongi’s like the last person you think of when you think of ’dance floor’ so when he suddenly drags you towards it while you’re in the middle of getting another glass of champagne you’re like genuinely shook

jungkook and jimin and all ya friends are all bopping on the dance floor and you feel yoongi grab your wrist before he’s twirling you around in a circle

you stumble into his chest and giggle before wrapping your arms around his neck loosely

“what has gotten into you!!!!” you’re not complaining at all you’re a huGE fan of this loosey-goosey yoongi

“i’m just really happy that’s all” he murmurs and leans down a little to give you a kiss

“yeah? you’re just really happy?” you giggle when yoongi abandons your lips and instead decides to begin planting kisses down your neck before biting down playfully on your shoulder

“i think we should go and consummate our marriage as soon as possible” yoongi purrs into your ear as he sways the two of you back and forth “our suite is ready for us”

the whole thigh garter thing put him in a certain mood

“we can’t just leave our own party” as muCh as you want to leave it would just be rude!!

“it’s not like anyone’s going to notice with jungkook dancing on the bar like a madman” you look over and sure enough there’s jungkook jumping up and down on the bar while the poor bartender’s just trying to do his job

of course

because he’s min frickin yoongi

a Professional Businessman Who Is Good At Convincing People To Do Things For Him

he convinces you to leave your own damn party

the two of you manage to sneak out but not before jimin rushes over with yoongi’s suit jacket and tie and your phone and tells the two of you to have fun wink wonk

yoongi slips into his suit jacket and leaves his tie hanging around his neck and then he’s grabbing your hand and the two of you are slipping out the back door

and now it’s just the sound of your heels and yoongi’s dress shoes clicking against the marble floor while the two of you practically sprint down the hallway in a fit of giggles

“can’t you move any faster?? you’re wasting my time here woman” yoongi groans playfully and you’re like this dress is like fiVe pounds and these heels are like six inches what do you expect me to dO

“take your heels off then”

“u know what that is a very good idea yoongs” you bend down and step out of your heels before picking them up

and the next thing you know you’re being swept off your feet and thrown over yoongi’s shoulder like a sack of damn potatoes

“jEsUs-“ you shriek in surprise and yoongi smacks your bum over your dress as he walks the two of you into the elevator “u know there are more romantic versions of doing this”

you’re getting red from all the blood rushing to your head and yoongi chuckles before bending over to let you get back onto your feet

“alright, fine. i’ll try to be more romantic just for you.” yoongi grabs your arm and wraps it around his neck before he’s lifting you up and carrying you bridal style just like how u wanted

you coo and lean in to kiss his cheek before you’re holding your left hand out and admiring the glimmering wedding ring on your finger

“i’m married” you beam and watch the ring reflect under the light

“wow, me too. what a coincidence!” yoongi replies sarcastically and you pinch his cheek before taking the room key out of his breast pocket

yoongi lets you back down onto your feet after the elevator door opens and he’s not surprised that the first thing you do is basically scream rACE U TO THE ROOM and you zip down the hall

yoongi laughs when he sees you stumble a little and then chases after you

unsurprisingly he catches up to you right as you reach the doors

it’s hard to unlock the door to the suite with yoongi nipping at your shoulder and very subtly grinding into your bum and you giggle and swat his wandering hands away before finally pushing the door open and wOW

how did they fit a damn chandelier in here??

your heels fall to the floor with a clatter and you walk in even further and there’s a golden cart sitting by the couch with chocolate covered strawberries and champagne with goLD flakes in them and um??? ARE THOSE

ARE THOSE YOUR VENDING MACHINE COOKIES

you gasp and nearly trip over your dress as you stumble over to the cart and yoongi’s like i should’ve hID the food cart damnit because it’s pretty obvious you’re not in the fuck me mood you’re in the fuck me uP WITH THIS FOOD mood

you plop down on the couch and it bounces underneath your weight and yoongi can’t help but laugh because you’re like drowning in your dress you kinda look like a cupcake

he sits down next to you and pulls the food cart towards him

“what a perfect way to end the night” you sigh happily and yoongi turns and is like what do u mean end the night pls tell me we’re not ending our night like thIS

you reach over to nab a cookie while yoongi pops the cork off the champagne

some of it flows out from the top and yoongi shakes it off his hand before pouring some into the two flutes

he hands you a glass and you take a sip and your eyes roll to the back of your head because that is sO good

you watch yoongi underneath the dim light of the chandelier and watch as his adam’s apple bobs after he takes a sip

fuck

he looks good

you snap yourself out of it and your attention turns to the food

“gimme a strawberry” you poke yoongi’s side before shuffling a little closer to your husband

yoongi rolls his eyes playfully and sets his flute down before bending forward a little and choosing the biggest strawberry for you

“here you go, you big baby” you giggle and as yoongi raises the strawberry to your mouth  

you take a bite of it and he pops the other half into his mouth

he raises his hand and his fingertips are stained with melted chocolate and he turns to look for a napkin because he is not about to stain his suit with chocolate

and what he’s definitely nOt expecting is for you to take his hand and bring it to your mouth

o,,,,,oh m,.,my

you wrap your lips around yoongi’s pointer finger and pull away with a pop

and then you’re taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking gently before you pull away and wipe the corner of your mouth and yoongi swallows thickly

“there you go, all clean” you murmur shyly and that,,,, was.,.,. the hottest thing he thinks he’s ever seen in his entire life “gimme another one”

yoongi raises another one to your mouth and when you go to bite it he pulls it away and smirks

you see the playful glint in his eyes and you go for the bite again and he pulls it away aGain

“yoongi!!!” you whine and pout and yoongi grins at you with his gummy smile and cocks his head

“what? come and get it” yoongi holds the berry in between his teeth and points to it and you immediately scramble over to take a bite

before you get the chance to do that yoongi spits the berry out quickly so you end up kissing him instead

and you could technically pull away and grab a berry from the plate yourself but like

making out with yoongi is always nice

“that was sneaky” you mutter into the kiss and yoongi hums in response

his hands are starting to wander

you feel one hand disappear under your dress and the other moves to your back to tug at the zipper of the dress

you jump when you feel yoongi’s hand give your ass a good squeeze and dang now your dress is fully unzipped and is starting to slide off your shoulders

“waiT wait” you pant and push yourself away from yoongi

“what’s the matter?”

“i wanna go to the bedroom i’m not letting u fuck me on a couch on our first night as a married couple r u kidding me”

touché

yoongi groans impatiently and flops onto his back on the plush bed because once you get the bedroom ur like okay give me a minute i need to pee

what!!! he’s a man with simPLE neeDS

he just wants to make love to his wife okay!!!!!!!!

yoongi doesn’t know how he forgot this detail but when you emerge from the bathroom dressed in a very vERy sexy pair of lacy bra and panties that he bought for you to wear especially for tonight he’s suddenly like lol the wait was woRth it omg

“like it?”

it came with this short silky robe that’s slipping off one of your shoulders as you approach him

yoongi swears his mouth is watering

“like it? i fucking love it.”

holy fuck

you are

so

sO

hot

you giggle because you’ve never seen yoongi so flustered before

you straddle him and his hands are like hovering over your hips

you’ve worn lingerie for him before but tonight you look extra ravishing

you look at him and his eyes flicker up to from your boobs (he can’t help it they’re like right in his face okay) to your face

his eyes are all dark and blown out and he places his hands on your hips before giving you a squeeze and taking his bottom lip in between his teeth

“fuck, look at you...” even after all this time you have to admit you still get blushy when yoongi sees you wearing lingerie just for him

now you’RE the one who’s flustered  

once he gets the flimsy robe off of you and tosses it to the ground you instinctively cover yourself up but yoongi grabs your wrists before you can do that and he holds them behind your back with one hand

“c’mere” yoongi rasps, hooking a finger under your chin and pulling you down towards him so he can kiss you

when he lets go of your wrists you immediately reach up and start undoing his buttons as he peels his suit jacket off and tosses it somewhere

“you gonna make love to me now?” you feel yoongi unclasp your bra before he’s helping you take his shirt off

“cheesy,” he teases “but yes, i’m going to make love to you now”

you never know why yoongi buys so much lingerie for you because they all end up on the floor like -5 seconds after you show it to him

“fuck, fuck, that’s it, you’re so good for me” yoongi pants and tilts his head up in pleasure because you feel sO tight and soft and warm around him “you’re a-all mine,” he grunts and thrusts into you again and it hits thAt spot inside of you making you cry out

“yours, i’m yours,” you moan and yoongi wants to fall apart when he hears you whimper an ‘i belong to you’ into his ear

he intertwines his fingers with yours before leaning down to plant his lips on yours

it’s reminiscent of the night he proposed to you because he feels your ring biting into the sides of his fingers when you squeeze his hand

the only difference is that now it’s a wedding ring instead of an engagement ring

yoongi wraps his fingers under your thigh and hitches it up against his waist

and he can’t help but look down at where the two of you are connected and he watches himself disappear into you as he thrusts

“shit, baby, don’t squeeze like that” yoongi warns you and you apologise quietly before you nudge your nose against his and kiss him

it only takes another minute or so before you start feeling warmth bubbling inside of you

“yOon- ’m not gonna- please let me c-cum i’m so close”  

yoongi bites down on your shoulder hard when he feels you dig your nails into his back

the bed starts to creak underneath the two of you but yoongi literally does not give a shit because all he can focus on is getting you to cum

his fingers are rubbing figure-8s on your clit while he’s hitting the sweet spot inside of you over and over and ovEr again and you think your soul actually leaves your body when you finally are pushed over the edge

it’s just the sound of your guys’ moans and groans and skin on skin echoing around the room

“i- ah! i love you i l-love youiloveyouiloveyou” you’re crying out yoongi’s name and he just wants to hear you cry out his name on loop for the rest of his liFE

“love you- fuck - love you m-more” yoongi lets out the most guttural groan when he cums and you feel him spurt inside of you as he rides out both of your orgasms

yoongi leans back on his heels and pulls out of you slowly and you immediately clench around nothing

“pretty little pussy n it’s all mine” yoongi mutters more to himself than to you and you immediately blush and clamp your legs shut because you never know what to say when yoongi says something like thAt

“nuh-uh, don’t get shy on me now, you minx” yoongi pries your legs apart with a grin and slots himself in between them again before leaning down to give you a sweet kiss

anyways you and yoongi end up having sex like three more times that night because you guys can’t get enough of each other and each time you finish your hormones are like lol nopE let’s do this AGAIN

thank god the walls here are thick otherwise you’d get many many noise complaints

you wake up early the next morning and find yourself snuggled up to yoongi

you unravel his arm from around your waist and sit up before stretching out your limbs

you pull the sheets up so that it’s covering your chest and you turn to look at your snoozing husband

he’s still glowing from last night and his lips look so soft and pouty

his eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheeks

he looks so beautiful in the soft glow of the morning light

you’ve never been more in love with him than at this moment

your eyes trail down his face to his bare chest until they reach his left hand and your heart warms at the sight of a silver ring wrapped around his ring finger

your heart flutters in your chest because you are no longer ms y/l/n you are now mrs min

wow

you guys are married

you’re his wife

he’s your husband

holy shit

he stirs underneath you and you wait for him to open his pretty brown eyes

“good morning, mr min” you have your chin propped up on your folded hands and yoongi wraps his arm tighter around you before yawning and stretching his limbs out

“good morning, mrs min” his voice is low and raspy from just waking up but he reaches down to poke your nose gently “…how long have you been watching me sleep, you creep?”  

ah

who says romance is dead?

next week you guys are flying to yoongi’s hometown daegu for a traditional korean wedding

which you’re reALLy excited for because you’ve always loved learning about different cultures and traditions

and hello??? the hanbok you’re going to be wearing is a deep purple colour and you love that

plus you’ve been brushing up on your korean lately and you’re preTTY much fluent at this point

(not rly)

you know what though you realised that you can pretty much get away with anything as long as you keep saying 네 [yes]

“shouldn’t you be working right now? i’m not your tutor” yoongi snorts when you stumble into his room with a bunch of korean textbooks clutched to your chest

“listen liSten i’m like basically fluent now okay just have a conversation with me i promise u i will be able to hold a basic conversation” you sit down across from him and yoongi leans forward on his folded arms on the desk

“okay, fine. 안녕하세요.” [hello.]

“안녕하세요!!!!!!!!!!!” [hello!!!!!!!!!!!] you say hello a little too enthusiastically and yoongi chuckles at how cute you are

you have a slight accent (obviously) and he thinks it’s just the cuTEST thing ever

“잘지냈어요?” [how are you?]

“좋은. 그리고 너?” [good. and yourself?]

yoongi figures maybE he can have a little fun with this

“좋은, 고맙습니다. 너 쿠키를 가져간거야?” [good, thank you. are you okay with me taking your cookies away?]

your eyes widen a little in surprise because whaT did he just say,,,.,,,

okay don’t panic

“…네”

“오! 좋은. 또한 점심 시간을 없애고 있습니다.” [oh! good. also, i’m taking your lunch break away.]

“…네…”

“너는 더 이상 지민을 볼 수 없다.” [you’re not allowed to see jimin anymore.]

um

okay you heard jimin in there somewhere

maybe he’s asking you if you like jimin???

“네!”

“나는 리사와 결혼하고 너와 이혼하고있어..” [i’m marrying lisa and divorcing you]

your brows immediately furrow because did he just mention,,, liSA

you don’t know what he said but if lisa’s in there it can’t be good

“아니!” [no!]

“i think you might need to brush up on your korean a little more” yoongi smirks and tilts his head before gesturing to the door “go back to work, jagi”

“why!!!!!!!!!!! my korean’s like noT half bad”

“really? because you just agreed for me to take your cookies away, take your lunch break away, and you’re no longer allowed to see jimin. at least you said no to me marrying lisa and divorcing you. i have a conference call, you gotta get outta here” yoongi gets up from his chair before placing a hand on the small of your back and nudging you towards the door

“wha- that’s SO unfair you know i only know the basics you can’t just do that!!!!!“ yoongi opens the door for you

“sure i can! you agreed to all of it. 키스 [kis-su], please.”

okay at least you know what that means

you cup yoongi’s jaw and pull him down to give him a lil kiss and he taps your bum

“waiT wait i have something else to say” you turn around before yoongi can push you out

“what is it noW”

he’s expecting you to swear at him or say something dumb but instead you wrap your arms around his waist and prop your chin up on his chest to look up at him

“사랑해~” [i love you]

and yoongi’s heart grows like a triLLION TIMES BIGGER YOU ARE SO CUTE

“너를 더 사랑해.” [love you more]

[england-kirkland-bottoms]

Making America Jealous Story 1

Supposed to be a short drabble like the other ones. I had too much fun writing it out *sweatdrop* Anyway, I didn’t write out any smut scenes but if you want to read tell me and I ‘ll post it some other time! Well have fun reading!

Endearing. Sweet. Bubbly. That’s how he would describe America in their relationship if someone were to ask and truth be told, England craves for a little bit more in their relationship. He loves America, he always does. He had love the boy since the day he found the young nation at the field till this very day. Albeit it changed from platonic to a romantic.

Their relationship...is cute. Hell, even sex with the American country was vanilla.

Yes, England is very much aware that he is complaining but he craves for a little bit of excitement once in awhile. Though he had no idea on how to bring their relationship to a little bit of detour from the sweet, cheesy romantic path.

“Yo, Arthur!”

He heard someone yell his human name and he stopped walking, turning his head around towards the direction where the voice came from. To his surprise it was the ex-nation running his way, waving his hands like a lunatic. “Gilbert.” England wondered what the ex-nation could be doing here in London.

“Man, we haven’t gone drinking for a long time. Let’s go have an awesome drink at an awesome pub!” Prussia immediately slung an over England’s shoulders.

“Ah, I’d rather not.” England frowned, it was a sudden invitation but then again when did Prussia ever do things normally?

Prussia groaned, and started walking. Dragging the Briton along with him. “Nope, no objections!” He said, taking a page out of America’s book. “Let’s go singing! We can go to this karaoke place I just found, they serve liquor too so we can get smash and sing!” He whooped and ignored the protests coming from England.

Eventually England sighed and stopped protesting when they had already entered the place Prussia was bringing him to. Realizing it was useless. America was coming to visit and had finished his work rather early. It was just a coincidence that Prussia was in the vicinity for whatever odd reason he just could not be bothered to figure out. He took out his mobile phone and texted his American lover.

You know where the spare key is. Prussia dragged me to a karaoke bar. I will be back home at 23:00 p.m. Here’s the address if you decide to drop by instead.

Xx xxxxx, xxxxxxx xxxxx

He pressed the sent button and put it away. Might as well enjoy himself since he was already here. “Everything is on you since you forcefully dragged me here.” He said pointedly to Prussia.

“No problem! Everything’s going into West’s tab!” Prussia grinned, already handing the credit card to pay for the room and the drinks he had ordered while England was distracted.

England shook his head slightly, only pitying Germany a tad.

“Well, come on! Don’t keep the awesome me waiting.” Prussia dragged the Brit towards the room they were given.

A smirk appeared on England’s lips, hanging out alone with Prussia will always bring back his younger self. More specifically both of their younger self during their punk phase. The time that they both had been incredibly close to each other.

Several drinks later...

“England, you’re drunk.” Prussia said in amusement, he himself was tipsy though England was obviously worse. England can never hold his liquor well. “Your turn by the way.” He handed the microphone to England as the next song started to play.

“Shut up, you wanker.” England scoffed, pouring for himself more liquor and drank it down. They had abandoned the punk genre a few songs ago and had even started singing songs from other countries.

Well, Prussia had mostly been singing England’s as there was no other options. It was so unawesome. Ignoring the logic that they were in fact in London.  Prussia whistled at the title of the song. “Dang, man. Give a good show for the awesome Prussia!” Raising up the excitement.

England, being drunk, smirked. He had already off with his stuffy clothes, the vest and coat strewn on the sofa. Leaving him in a half unbuttoned white dress shirt and rolled up sleeved. And pants. A very snug, fitting pants. His trousers laying on the sofa with the rest of his clothes. The room was kept dark so that no one would notice his state of undress.

Prussia had turned off the lights before he was tipsy and England already showing signs of being drunk from his cockney accent.

England took the microphone and started singing along though as the song goes, he started deviate from the original lyrics, changing it slightly. Swaying along to the teasing in a teasing manner as he strode over towards Prussia. The alcohol convincing him to tease the ex-nation.

I know what you wants is to get my love

You wish we could be just like Johnny and June

You'd cut out my heart and let me in the room

 Prussia gulped, suddenly feeling nervous when England threw him a saucy smile. His green eyes glinting with mischief. ‘Uh oh.’ He thought to himself.

 And you know you, you should quit this

And you'd do it if you could

I’m a hot mess, but you confessed

Damn, I got you good

 England leaned forward and let the microphone dropped on to the sofa before straddling his companion, his lips still singing along to the song. His hands both on Prussia’s shoulder. He smirked and leaned even closer, whispering the second line teasingly into the stunned ex-nation’s ear.

Despite the loud music, Prussia could clearly hear the ex-empire singing due to their closeness. He shivered involuntarily at the warm breath on his ear. The Briton was too seductive when he wants to be. He had forgotten how the Brit could get like this sometimes.

England rolled his hips against Prussia as he sang the fourth line after pulling back slightly, licking his lips as he stared into the red eyes that was looking at him with a sense of smug.

 'Cause you love them bad boys doin' bad things

Lookin' hot with an attitude

Love them bad boys like a bad dream

Shouldn't want me, but you do

Singin'

All the bad boys singin'

Yeah, all the bad boys singin'

And you can't help it, no

Damn, it feels good when you're messin' with a bad boy

 England’s hands trailed down from the shoulders to the arms and brought them to touch his bare thighs. The drunken nation returned the smug smile when the other was taken by surprise at the implied permission to touch.

Prussia caressed the soft thighs, he had not touched the Briton for decades and truth be told the sight of the cheeks flushing from the influence of alcohol was getting him worked up. He had not planned for things to go this way but he was not about to reject a permission to some touching...and exploring.

England leant forward, hands touching the sofa, and swayed his hips along to the notes from the song still playing then his hips moved an array of rolls. Lips singing the song in the most seductive way. Gradually he leant back, wrapping his left hand around Prussia’s neck and waved her body against Prussia followed with a shimmy.

  Got a body like a fast car, movie star

You'd do anything to be my bodyguard

I like gettin' naked and swimmin' in pools

I make it look sexy to break all the rules

Falling too fast, you might crash

But once you go in bad you know you can't go back

You just wanna watch every way that I move

 Prussia enjoyed the sensual pleasure going through him. Feeling drunk and intoxicated from the lust England was exuding when the Englishman started grinding down on him in a tantalizing sway. He growled faintly as his hands gripped on the waist.

England pulled away slightly and took pleasure as Prussia’s eyes followed his movement, singing the third line to the third verse, he unbuttoned more of his dress shirt and let it dropped down from his shoulders though he did not took it off. Knowing the delectable view it made to have it halfway dropped down to his elbow.

The hypnotizing lips came close to Prussia’s own as he leant down closer once again. He could almost feel those lips moving against his as England sang though it was probably just his minds illusion. It does not matter, as England had trailed those lips along his jaw and once again whispered the lyric of the song into his ear. “Watch every way that I move.” Prussia’s breathing hitched as one of England’s hands brushed over the tent that started forming since England started the show.

“England.” He croaked, bucking his hips up though that was all he managed before the door to their room was burst open violently and England jumped off the ex-nation.

England sobered up almost instantly. “America.”

The super nation looked anything but pleased by the situation. “England.” He said calmly, the waves of anger carefully suppressed. “We’re going back, put on your clothes. Now!” He then glared at the ex-nation and pointed out the door without glancing away. “And you. OUT!”

“America, dude, totally unawesome. I was about to get some.” Prussia complained, trying to ignore the waves of anger that America was having difficulties controlling.

“From MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND! If you know what’s good for you, you better fucking  leave you fuck.” He growled, his hands balling into a fist.

Red eyes widened, he had not known that. He gulped and glanced over at the Brit, which proved to be the wrong thing to do as he was suddenly thrown out the tiny room. “Mein Gott, America! I’ll leave, I’ll leave!” He said before scrambling off.

America turned back to his now fully dressed lover, who now supported a guilty expression. He strode over to the older nation and gripped his arms tightly, unintentionally harsh though he ignored the pained wince as he dragged the English out of the place. His grip not lessening until they got to America’s ride.

England could not say anything, knowing he was at fault.

America literally threw him into the front seat of the car before closing the door and climbing in to the driver’s seat. He did not spoke a word the entire drive back to England’s house, though the anger was clear in his blue eyes and furrowed brows.

England had never seen America looking like that and despite everything, the fear and worry, it excites him.

“Out.” America said, parking the car easily outside the house. He climbed out and went to drag England that was moving distastefully slow. “Hurry the fuck up.” He gritted his teeth.

“America, just now...” England was cut off from saying his next words as his breath was knocked out of him when he was carelessly slammed against the nearest wall once they entered the abode. His back and head throbbed painfully.

America pinned both of England’s hands above him, kicking the door close. “Don’t even try to justify yourself, England. You were cheating, there is no other words for it.”

“I was not!” England protested, squirming around. The tight grip on his wrists was painful. “Fucking hell, I was drunk America!”

“Not a good enough excuse.” America tightened his grip, knowing that it hurts. “Do you want to know, how I see it?” He questioned, pressing the wrists even harder against wall painfully and England whined at the pain. America ignored it. “I had to convince the bitch at the front table to tell your room number and then paid for my entry. All the other rooms were all light up but imagine yours were dark. Then you know what I see when I peered into the tiny glass on the door to confirm that I did not get the wrong room?” He seethed. “MY BOYFRIEND STRADDLING A BLOODY FUCKER!”

England flinched at the volume of America’s voice.

“I was so shocked and then you had to just fucking PALM HIM DID YOU, YOU SLUT!” Spewing the last words, America pressed their lips together. Teeth clashed against teeth as he mauled England’s mouth.

England felt his knees weakening from the heady pleasure that shot down through him at the possessive and authoritative behaviour America was showing. He was aroused by it. More so than when he was teasing Prussia before, that was amusing but this...America being jealous and possessive was arousing. Soon after, he responded just as desperately into the kiss. The hands that had been pinning on his had let go and instead tearing apart the Briton’s clothes before sliding down the bare skin. Then those rough hands settled over his ass. He groaned as those hands started to grope him roughly.

America pulled away from England’s lips and trailed kissed along the jaw and bit the Brit’s left ear. “You’re mine.” He growled in an undertone.

“Yours.” England agreed, moaning lowly. “Yours, oh god, Alfred.” He whimpered America’s human name as the super nation teased him further.

“We’ll have to make sure of that, don’t we?” America whispered in his ear, making it clear to England that it was going to be a long, rough night.

And he shivered in delight anticipation.

[jaegertango]

Crimmus stuff I never posted

I was originally gonna write a bunch of Christmas drabbles for my OTPs and stuff - and then only actually completed one of them. Whoops. Here’s the only one I actually got done because it’s super short and kinda lame, but. Yaaaay for Rex.

Quiet was not Rex's forte.

He bit his lip, and then had to force back what would have been an even louder hiss as he realized how sharp his teeth were. Trying to be as silent as possible about the Iron Raider was not an easy task. The Draenei captain towered far too massively to make any of his steps quiet, especially with those mighty hooves of his. He had to time this correctly, and he only had a limited frame to do it in. While he and his Raiders had taken on much harder tasks before, this one was important enough that Rex actually felt *nervous. He hated that – the pirate was never nervous!

So why did he feel like if he messed this up, he would absolutely die?

Grumbling, the huge Reaver tilted the barrel on its side, walking as carefully as he could manage as his gaze turned upward. A sea of stars matched the ocean reflecting it, those endless lights and nebula twinkling merrily in the frigid air. It might have been chilly, but Rex hadn't taken any precautions: his chest was still as bare as when he was still in Hillsbrad. Apparently, the Draenei was too worried to even care about freezing, for even as another layer of shivers rocked his muscular body, he ignored it bluntly. The cold meant he was going the right direction – the Kaldorei sailors had taught him that long ago. Cold winds were North winds – and this special stop he needed to take was as far north as he needed to go.

All of the other corsairs had fallen asleep. Chief among them was Kyleri, the one that Rex wanted to keep asleep the most. She deserved the best night's rest possible, especially after the day that he and his Raiders had just put her through. While not necessarily bad, it was definitely eventful – a true life of a Raider. The Kaldorei seemed pleased to be aboard his ship though, and it made the Draenei's heart sing like the Naaru back in Shattrath. He hated to admit it, but the pirate did miss those tunes – and the fact that he had condemned his Raiders to a life of crime only made him regret it more.

Shaking his head, he pushed away the bad thoughts. There was no time for brooding – Rex had a job to do! Setting aside the barrel, the titanic Reaver observed the ship's deck with a one-eye leer, making sure everything was settled. Pleased with his inspection, he turned towards the doorway to his cabin – and froze.

It was fifteen feet away – and if he moved from his spot, he would destroy all of his hard work.

Rex kept halted, looking around anxiously as he realized he had just trapped himself. He probably should have thought this through a bit better, but the Draenei was never one for thinking too hard – the first thought was all that counted most. Now though, he wasn't too pleased with that line of thought. The pirate needed to get back to his room, and there was no way he could move to there without outside help. Maybe if he jumped? It was worth a try. The corsair inhaled deeply, bent his legs and-

“Rex?”

The cabin door suddenly creaked open, and the Draenei hastily moved back up into a standing position, grinning eagerly as if he wasn't about to cannonball directly at the open door like a missile.

“Kyleri! Rex thought you were asleep!”

“I was – I missed the teddy bear that kept me warm,” the Night Elf murmured gently, starting to open the door more than a crack. “What are-”

“Uh! Nothing! Rex is just-”

But Kyleri had already opened the door broadly, her silver eyes wide as she gazed onto the deck of the Iron Raider.

He had somehow taken the snow he had collected, and multiplied it by six. The deck was coated in a cloak of white, unblemished by any footprints, and the only part left uncovered was where Rex stood trapped. Small strings of tinsel fluttered in the cold wind, and the brilliant light of the stars above made the white snow dance with color. An aurora gracefully shimmered along that frost, creating so many different colors that there had to be entirely new ones undiscovered by mortal eyes before. Kyleri could only gape as Rex tentatively tried to move forward, only to realize he would destroy his creation if he did so.

“Rex was supposed to surprise Kyleri later,” he grunted sheepishly, scratching at the back of his head. “He knows the aurora is prettiest near Winter's Veil, especially on snow.”

“Rex...” the Kaldorei started, but with her hands over her mouth, she seemed at a loss for words. The Draenei only smiled simply, holding his arms out broadly.

“Rex wanted to give Kyleri a gift. This is-”

He was interrupted as the Kaldorei suddenly rocketed through the air, landing in his outstretched hands and clinging to him happily, hugging tightly.

“It's so beautiful! Rex, you shouldn't have-” was all she could do as Kyleri pressed her face into his neck, nuzzling against the Draenei eagerly as he held her. This affection was enough to bring some strength back in the corsair, for he chuckled raucously and looked down to her merrily.

“This? Just the background setting! HERE is Rex's gift for Kyleri!”

With a surprising amount of dexterity, his tail scooped up a parcel, and then offered it to the monk. It looked very messily wrapped – it was a bundled mess of giftwrap shrouded haphazardly around it. There had to of been at least ten feet worth of gift paper used, and that also included at least four different gaudy bows of different colors. When the Night Elf finally managed to shred through all of the paper, she held up a very big shirt – definitely in Rex size. It was far too massive for Kyleri to use, and yet she held it up ecstatically as she flipped it over to the front, which had a treasure chest symbol on it, and big bold letters emblazoned upon it: Keep yer eyes off me booty!

“Rex knows it isn't much, but he is happy to give Kyleri the shirt off his back if it means keeping her on his ship!” the Draenei spoke fondly, grinning widely. “That one is one of his favorites too!”

Kyleri looked utterly dumbstruck as she looked down to the shirt, to the pirate clutching onto her ever so tenderly, to the sky dancing with an infinite amount of colors above. Her silver eyes almost seemed to well up, and suddenly Rex looked highly nervous – he didn't want her to cry. Luckily though, she dove back into his chest, hugging him tightly and laughing as she did so. It brought a rumbling chuckle to the Draenei as well, and he held her warmly, enough to keep away the chill of the world around them. When they finally broke away from the hug, the Kaldorei looked back up towards Rex's scarred face and smiled gently.

“I wanna try it on.”

“Rex isn't sure if he can destroy the snow though,” he grunted a bit offhandedly, gazing at the perfect layer of ice worriedly. “He wanted it to be perfect for Kyleri's-” “If you take me back now I can show you your gift.”

Within two seconds, Rex had thundered across the deck and into the cabin, making it to the bedroom in record time as the Iron Raider now had several massive hoofprints marking its snowy deck, but all had gone silent in the night – at least for a few moments.

And then they banged for four more hours.

[dirtycreekwater]

2, 4, and 3 for Moxiety (platonic, of course, like you stated)? Maybe hurt/comfort with protective dad(tm) Patton? (Of course, it's fine if you have a different idea!!). Love your writing

2. “How long have you been standing there?”3. “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”4. “Who gave you that black eye?”

aw love this! & thank you aw :)

whoops making this a lil human/high school au sorry not sorry ((hey i might use this for my high school au series but make it a lil different?))

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Virgil almost tripped as he stumbled into the bathroom nearly giving himself another injury. He had just gotten home from school, and he was looking rather worse for wear. He had a black eye, a busted lip, bruised ribs, and bloody scrapes on his hands and knees. How he got past his parents without them noticing he’ll never know.

He took a deep breath as he steadied himself on the sink, and immediately winced at the sharp pain that sent through him when his scrapes pressed against the edge of the counter.

With a heavy sigh he turned on the faucet and started washing his hands. He didn’t really know what else to do if he was honest. Maybe get some ice on the black eye, but other than that he felt helpless. He was a broken mess, and he couldn’t put himself back together.

Shaking the rather harrowing thoughts from his head he pulled his hood down as he turned to the mirror, and found himself flinching at his own reflection. He almost wanted to laugh at how pathetic, and weak he looked. It was almost funny.

He decided that maybe a shower will help him feel better. He could literally wash away the blood & dirt and figuratively wash away the mental pain that torments him more than any bully ever could.

Just as he was about to turn towards the shower he heard a loud ‘ahem’ from the doorway. He turned to the sound, and found his best friend Patton standing there.

“H-How long have you been standing there?” Virgil asked, and silently cursed himself for stuttering.

"Long enough.” Patton pressed himself off the doorway, and made his way over to Virgil. “Who gave you that black eye?”

“N-No one. I, uh, walked into a tree.” Virgil lied, and avoided his stern gaze.

Patton chuckled, and turned Virgil towards him.

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.” Patton paused to gently grab Virgil’s chin, and examine his face closer. “I’m not gonna ask again, kiddo. Who gave you this black eye?”

Virgil swallowed the lump in his throat, and turned to stare at his reflection with a blank look.

"Brandon.”

He saw Patton’s reflection frown, and immediately felt bad. He hated making Patton sad. He was his best friend. No forget best friend he was more of a father figure than his actual father would ever be.

“I’m gonna take care of Brandon, okay?”

Patton’s reflection shifted from sad to angry. Virgil’s never seen him like this before. It was almost scary.

“No, Patton-”

“Virgil. Let me handle it.”

Virgil chewed his bottom lip nervously, ignoring the pain, and looked Patton in the eyes.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Virgil hated how broken and small he sounded, and he hated how Patton’s hard glare softened once he heard it.

“Virgil. I don’t want you to get hurt….” Patton trailed off as if he was trying to gather up the courage to continue speaking. “..any.. anymore than you already have. God, I should have known. I should have protected you..”

Virgil immediately shook his head no, and grabbed Patton by the shoulders.

“No. Don’t beat yourself up. There’s only room for one of us to be beat up. Physically or figuratively.”

Patton couldn’t help but chuckle. He supposed Virgil had a point.

“Alright, well, let’s get you cleaned up.” Patton said as he opened up the medicine cabinet, and grabbed the first aid kit he knew was there.

Virgil smiled as he remembered all the-many-times Patton had to use that goddamn first aid kit on him. He was a little clumsy, and Patton was a good friend.

He came back to reality when Patton patted the counter to silently tell him to sit up there. Virgil complied, and watched as Patton got to work.

A few minutes later Patton was done so Virgil slid off the counter.

“There. That’s better. Hey, I forgot to tell you. Your parents went out for a bit. I’m gonna go downstairs to get you an ice pack for your eye, and some snacks real quick. Why don’t you go set up a movie in your room?”

Virgil nodded, and did as told. Before he could look for a DVD he saw Patton stood in his doorway, and noticed the familiar, mischievous glint in his eyes. Oh, boy.

“Hey, Virgil. Seeing you like this really has me on the ‘Verge’ of tears.” Patton chuckled. “You really deserve a Patton the back for being so brave.”

Virgil groaned, and dramatically flopped back on his bed. Patton just laughed at his own stupid jokes more as he headed downstairs.

Once Virgil knew Patton was out of earshot he let out his own little laugh. Patton was an amazing best friend to have. Sure, he was a bit of a weirdo, but god he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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honestly does this even count as a drabble? oops im bad at keeping things short & sweet.